Like I said, Lucius' reaction to each of these very different girls will be interesting. Thank you all for your reviews for this story. Glad you are enjoying it. It is one of my more steamy fics (and that says a lot coming from me!)
Moving swiftly on ... (as Mr Malfoy said)
It was with good fortune rather than deliberation that Lucius Malfoy came across Ginny Weasley a few days after his encounter with her friend.
He had been in the Ministry library researching a family history matter, and after finding himself in need of a distraction, had looked up from the weighty volume before him to see the slim figure of the flame-haired girl sitting across the large room from him, her eyes intent on a parchment.
They were separated by many desks and people, studious and silent in the vast intimidating space, but he had a clear view of her nonetheless. She had not noticed him. Her brows were creased slightly in concentration, her mouth occasionally moving as she read the document, and one hand supported her head, the fiery strands of hair tangling unnoticed through her fingers.
Lucius simply watched her.
She lacked the overt sexuality of the Parkinson girl, but with her flushed cheeks and little white teeth biting tantalisingly on a pencil dangling from her full lips, he thought her one of the most erotic sights he had ever beheld. The knowledge of who she was: a Weasley, the former partner of Potter himself, the girl he had indirectly possessed and nearly killed ...
He shifted in his seat, the familiar ache in his balls decidedly pronounced.
After seeing the three witches in The Rowan Tree the other day, Lucius Malfoy knew he wanted them, knew he would have them. The first was easy, this one may be rather more of a challenge, the next ... One at a time ... But there was no denying that he would take up the immediate challenge with complete dedication.
He continued to stare at her. He was in no hurry. She was a pretty little thing, but tempered with a steely determination which held her green eyes with subtle intelligence, so lacking in the other one who'd offered herself to him so willingly.
Lucius wondered how long it would take for this one to succumb. She had certainly held his gaze confidently in the restaurant, had smiled firmly when he had met her eye. Perhaps it wasn't going to be too hard, but still, after all that had happened between their two families, a little resistance was to be expected. He smirked. That was generally beneficial to the ultimate outcome.
After some time, the Weasley girl took a deep sigh and raised her head. Immediately, she saw him.
Lucius detected the flicker of awareness that went beyond the recognition of a familiar face. For a mere moment, he saw in her eyes that glimpse of a person's thoughts laid bare before them, before the mask of decorative deceit was able to be pulled down. For that moment, her eyes were wide and open, reflecting the lurch he knew she felt in her slender belly. She blinked twice rapidly and smiled: a small empty smile to acknowledge his presence but deny him any further satisfaction.
Then her head lowered again and she returned to the parchment.
Lucius waited. He kept his book in front of him but read no more. Holding it up, he was able to maintain a careful view of the Weasley witch from behind it.
It was nearly five minutes before her eyes came up again, slowly this time; she was clearly struggling with herself. She looked straight at him. He gave her a slight smile and held her gaze, deriving immense satisfaction from the immediate flush of colour which rose in her pale smooth cheeks. She dropped her eyes rapidly once again.
And so it continued. For nearly an hour this dance of looks and glances went on. It was not long before she was granting him her gaze deliberately and directly, locking her eyes into his for protracted, delicious seconds at a time, her growing confidence and boldness thrilling him. Never could he remember maintaining an erection for so long with no chance of even touching himself.
And then she got up. She walked, her slim body held straight and tall, but with a sensual awareness which made his cock strain agonisingly against its confines.
Ginny made her way over to the dense shelving which formed half of the library, away from the reading room.
Lucius followed immediately, pacing behind her at a discreet distance. She turned several corners until she finally stopped in a dark, secluded aisle, high shelves rising on either side: a dead end, far from the inquisitive eyes of Ministry officials.
Ginny had paused, twisting her head a little as if aware of who was behind her, to reach up and retrieve a book. She heard the steady footsteps approaching and hitched her breath.
"Working hard, Miss Weasley?"
Ginny turned, exaggerating her expression into one of surprise at who she found. "Oh, hello."
Malfoy continued walking towards her. "Hullo, Miss Weasley. How delightful to see you again so soon. I trust you had a pleasant lunch the other day?"
"Yes, thank you."
"You and your two charming friends were certainly having a good chat. My mind was a whirl with what three intelligent, radiant young ladies should be conversing about with such ... fervour."
Ginny blushed scarlet. "Oh ... it was ... nothing ..."
By now, he was standing very close. Ginny could hardly breathe. He had left his robes on the chair in the reading room and his presence rose before her strong and vibrant and tall, his toned frame clear and tantalising under his immaculate black jacket. She longed to reach out to touch ... it had been so long ... she wanted him, of that she was in no doubt. But she recoiled instinctively. This was, after all, one of her oldest and most bitter enemies, was it not? The man who had been responsible for her becoming possessed, nearly dying. As if on cue, Malfoy spoke.
"I know words are meaningless at this stage, Miss Weasley, but I feel I should apologise."
Ginny darted her eyes up. "Apologise?"
Lucius raised his eyebrows as if surprised at her confusion. "Of course, Miss Weasley. It was my foolish, misled and selfish actions all those years ago which caused those terrible events with the Chamber of Secrets ..." He shook his head slightly and looked away, as if deep in thought. "A terrible time, and one for which I must hold myself responsible. Still, we all make mistakes, do we not? And we are all able to forgive, are we not?"
Ginny's brows wrinkled in reproach. If he was offering contrition, she could offer some resistance.
"I almost died, Mr Malfoy."
"I know," Malfoy purred with a frown of exaggerated concern. "But I had merely intended to get the book inside the school. I hoped the subsequent disruption would reveal the inadequacies of the Headmaster and bring about a change in leadership. Hogwarts was, and is, a place I care very deeply about. I was simply aiming to restore it to its former glory. Had I known how exactly the diary would act upon such a young, innocent creature as yourself ..."
She had buried that incident so deeply she could hardly bare to think about it. And now, here before her was the instigator. Was his apology sincere? In the midst of her lust-warped mind, it sounded so.
"And so, Miss Weasley ... do you forgive me?"
He was staring down at her, a slight smirk on his face, his eyebrow raised expectantly. She could smell his cologne mixing with the fresh scent of his immaculately laundered clothes. She steadied herself on the bookcase.
"Well ...I ... it was so long ago ..."
"It was indeed ..."
He was even closer, his head inclining slowly towards hers, she could not pretend otherwise.
"I suppose ... perhaps ..."
"Yes ...?"
His lips were nearly at hers. She swallowed hard. She thought she may pass out if he didn't kiss her. Her insides churned in longing and her legs rubbed together instinctively to relieve the burn threatening to overwhelm her.
So close.
And then Ginny's hands came up, gripped his head hard and pulled him into her.
The sudden move took even Lucius Malfoy by surprise. Not that his cock was complaining. Immediately he opened his mouth to her and pushed her back hard against the bookcase so that he could find some relief by grinding his engorged erection into her. The girl groaned and gave him her tongue, seeking out his own, her fingers tangling in his hair to hold him as close as possible.
Ginny gave herself to him and took in the process. His heady masculine taste danced upon her tongue and she plundered all he was, devouring this man who had meant nothing but hatred to her before.
One of Lucius' hands dropped to grip her backside, finding it slight and firm, quite the opposite to the voluptuous Parkinson. A little variety never did anyone any harm. He ran it down under her thigh and pulled her leg up around him, so as to push ever harder into her. She responded with a push against him of her own and broke away from his mouth breathlessly. "Yes ... I forgive you."
By now he could merely grunt, his lust forcing his hand to seek out the core of her own desire. She wore a dress, and reaching underneath it he quickly disposed of her underwear. It was not the smooth silk of the Parkinson girl's; he thought he could feel lace but did not look at it long enough to find out. His fingers returned to the newly exposed flesh and touched, as lightly as he could at first. Her eyes darted upwards, her mouth gasping in a sudden breath.
"Want you here, now ... must have you," came his rasping need.
With one hand still exploring the new wet heat he had discovered, his other tried to release himself. He was becoming desperate, the erection he had maintained since first locking eyes with the girl in the reading room now frantic for release. She was breathing deeply, hardly able to focus, but her own hands came down and with urgent need undid his fastenings. He swayed out quickly, large and hard. Her eyes widened with an expression which to him seemed to be shock, and he allowed himself a faint smile of satisfaction. Still, the girl was not deterred and shifted herself back, running her leg higher up his hip to grant him better access.
He gripped her backside, lifted slightly, and with a final look into her eyes, pushed up into her. At first, she was so tight, and he so large, that he could not get in very far.
Ginny moaned as she felt the head of his cock stretching the opening of her begging pussy.
"More ... please, more ..."
He could only oblige.
Digging his fingers so hard into her tight arse that she would later bruise, he thrust harder, rising almost fully into her and causing a simultaneous groan that they struggled to muffle in the heady silence of the library.
"Gods, witch, but you are magnificent." He pushed fully into her, causing Ginny to fling her head back in thrilled completion.
He managed to rest her arse on a shelf and gripped both her legs around him. Lucius pulled out a little, her flesh gripping him as tightly as he withdrew as when he had pushed in. He looked into her eyes; they were glazed and staring. Her mouth hung open in wonder and she gasped as he then thrust completely in again.
"I like that, I like that, I like that ... fuck me like that again. Hard like that ... please ..."
This girl was already more rewarding than her friend, and they weren't even out of the library yet. He could not hold on much longer, and her invitation to plough into her was one he could only accept. Bracing himself against her on the shelf he started moving hard and deep, relishing the hot grip of her slim body as she encased him.
Ginny allowed him to plunge into her as he wished. He was stroking along her perfectly, cajoling her body into pleasure with each thrust.
She held his hair, smoothing down the blond strands, remembering all their former associations. And then she came, her lips opening to cry out. Before she could, a hand clamped down on her mouth to silence her. The pleasure which ripped through Ginny was more pronounced as it had no vocal outlet. Her mind and body were forced to absorb it all internally. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever had.
Lucius felt her spasming around him. He could come at last; he had held on too long as it was. As he felt her teeth biting into his palm and her orgasm clenching around his cock, he exploded, his pelvis grinding against her, but managing to remain silent save for the deepest exhalation of breath.
It took some time before they became aware of their surroundings again. Carefully and silently, they adjusted their clothing.
"Now, Miss Weasley, I think retreating to somewhere a little more private is in order, don't you?"
And with that, he withdrew his wand and Disapparated them both from the library.
Ginny glanced around, still clinging to Malfoy's shirt. They seemed to be in a side-street off a broader boulevard, quite clearly in the middle of Muggle London.
She turned her eyes up to him, her gaze bleary. "I left my bag in the library."
He cocked his eyebrow, a smirk capturing his teasing mouth. "And I my robes. All in good time. Now ... as fortune would have it, I know of a rather good hotel just along from here."
As Malfoy booked them into the hotel, Ginny stood close by, running her hands along his arm, drawing them down to his tight buttocks. The pretty receptionist eyed her coldly; the age difference between the attractive, intriguing and clearly wealthy gentleman and the hard-eyed red-headed girl was clear. Ginny smirked, tightening her grip on Lucius' arm.
Malfoy finished signing in with a tantalising smile at the receptionist. She smiled back at him, her eyes lingering. Ginny's smirk turned into a glare. As Malfoy turned to lead her to the lift, Ginny directed her gaze briefly at the receptionist. "Mine," she mouthed silently to the now sullen girl.
They were silent in the lift, standing on opposite sides. Ginny watched the numbers rising. It would have been so easy to have torn at his clothes there and then; it wasn't as if she didn't want to, but a little restraint merely added to the desire lurching drunkenly inside her.
The lift pinged and the doors opened. Lucius led the way, finding the room quickly and opening it with magic, ignoring the key-card in his hand.
He held the door for Ginny but said not a word. It was a beautiful room, lush and opulent, but without the gaudy bad taste Harry had so often misjudged in his efforts to impress her.
The door clicked shut behind her. She stood. Malfoy approached slowly, pacing, until he stopped a foot or so away, his eyes slipping down her body.
Ginny did not move; her desperation was threatening to bubble over but she fought against revealing it.
Her eyes moved to his lips, recalling their bruising kiss of earlier. She wanted it again. Before all else she wanted it. She spoke almost without knowing it.
"I want you to kiss me again."
Malfoy merely deigned to offer a brief smirk, no more.
"Why are you no longer with Potter?"
"That's none of your business."
"But you will tell me anyway."
She stared at him, her insides writhing in need, and spoke with a groan. "He was always preoccupied with other things. I don't know. We just ... grew apart."
"He did not satisfy you?"
"Not in every way."
"Sexually?"
Ginny opened her mouth to object to his insistent prying, but instead of a rebuke, she found herself answering honestly. "Not after a while, no."
"But to begin with?"
"I didn't know any better then. He was my first. He was sensitive enough, I suppose."
Malfoy chuckled. "'Sensitive enough, I suppose?' Hardly a ringing endorsement, Miss Weasley."
"What does it matter to you?"
His eyes turned cold and he stepped into her.
"Kiss me." She nearly ordered it.
"No."
But his hand was down, lifting up her dress again. Her underwear had been left on the floor of the library. Warm, long fingers were sliding up her inner thighs, delighting in the flesh growing hotter and hotter as they rose to their goal.
Lucius stroked along her thighs; the girl had long, thin legs. He preferred a little more meat on a woman, perhaps not as much as the Parkinson girl, but once again the joy of discovering a new female body caused his cock to force itself against his thick trousers in its attempt to find relief.
She groaned, her eyes flashing as at last he touched her. Lucius' pupils widened as he found her deliciously wet, not entirely from their exertions in the library. Her lust was coating his fingers in enticing, humid need.
He teased her pussy lips apart, sliding one finger only along her, not entering her and avoiding her clit. She inhaled sharply through her nose.
"More ..."
He stopped, eliciting a moan of frustration from her.
She could learn some patience. Potter had clearly not been bothered to try.
Eventually, he began his movements again, at last slipping two fingers deep up into her. She pressed against him, her eyes closing. His fingers rubbed against the perfect place inside, curled around, knowing exactly where to focus his attention, while the base of his hand pressed onto her clit.
With each rub of his hand, a little gasping breath would escape her; a delightful sound which stirred his balls yet more. He swallowed to deaden his own lust.
The girl's head fell back but she forced it up again to stare into his eyes. Lucius smirked, the bright green irises of the girl contrasted in passionate fury with the flaming red of her hair. She was well worth the wait in the library.
"Shit. I want to come, Lucius. Do it."
He felt her breath hitch and her muscles tense. He removed his hand. Ginny' eyes flared in frustrated anguish; she had been so close. A groan of fury rose from her.
"Were you this demanding with Potter, witch?"
"Fuck you! Don't stop!"
The tall wizard merely chuckled. "It seems growing up in an all-male household has brought out your assertive side, Miss Weasley."
She glared, steadying her breathing; her release had been so close, her body so poised that it was now burning in painful need for his touch.
Slowly, he at last brought his hand back again, lightly, delicately touching around her inflamed clit, questing up into her before withdrawing swiftly. Again he brought her to the point of orgasm then denied her. This time she roared. "You fucking bastard!"
"And the language of your brothers seems also to have rubbed off on you. Tut tut. You will wait."
"I am waiting! I can't take much more."
His hand moved into her once again, cajoling, teasing, bringing her to the brink. Ginny was sure this was the time when she would be tipped over the edge. Once again her body prepared itself, needle points of sensation ripping along from her agonised core to capture her flesh.
But once again it was gone. She clenched in desperate concentration to prevent her body releasing her pleasure without his touch.
This time she sobbed. "Please, please, Lucius ..."
He looked at her, her teeth biting in frustration upon her ruby bottom lip, so succulent and inviting against the pale skin surrounding it. Even he could not deny her anymore.
Holding her gaze, he brought his agile fingers back one final time and rubbed so deliciously that he saw the black pupils within the green eyes swell. Her mouth opened to draw in a sharp breath which caught immediately. Ginny froze. Her body had been so primed, poised so perfectly upon a pin sharp point, waiting for the release. It finally came in a great flash, rent through her fibres. Her legs shook uncontrollably and her hand came up in a reflex to grip his shoulder. Her entire body was rigid as the strongest climax she could remember tore its way through her. And then she slumped, unable to hold herself up any longer.
Lucius stared down at her and began to remove his own clothes, the smirk of self-satisfaction unable to be wiped from his face completely. When he was completely naked he held his hand down to the girl still immobile on the floor below him. Ginny looked at the proffered palm, then beyond to his naked body, his cock rising large and ready towards her. She gripped his fingers and allowed herself to be pulled up.
Lucius' hands worked fast to remove her clothes. Gradually, she recovered enough to help him and soon she too was naked. His eyes moved over her body, finding her as slender and taut as he had guessed. Her breasts were small, with soft pink nipples, and her waist blended into her hips almost without a rise. Perhaps Potter had preferred a more voluptuous woman. Lucius knew he generally did, but he would make an exception for the Weasley girl.
At last he moved into her, pressing his full length against her, pushing his leaking cock against her tight stomach. And then, bringing his hands up, he cupped her face and kissed her. Ginny sighed into his opening mouth as at last the lust which had warped her mind was banished and she allowed him to taste and savour her slowly and delicately.
And then she was moved, walked backwards until she was pressed down onto the bed. He took one leg, kissing along it and placing it on his shoulder, an action he repeated on the other. Then, taking her slender hips in his hands, he thrust into her. Again, Ginny grunted with shock at his size.
Lucius pulled back before pushing fully into her again, forcing her into the bed. Ginny's groans were now almost constant.
"You'd forgotten, hadn't you? Forgotten who you were?"
Her eyes widened, inviting him only to fuck her. She could not speak. Her pussy clenched harder onto him, not willing to let him go.
"You know now, don't you? Pureblood to pureblood. You see how it is. How it is meant to be."
Ginny fixed him with her eyes. "Just don't stop fucking me."
He grinned and plunged into her, over and over, hard and deep, his cock tearing its way into her tight pussy, dragging with it yet another irreversible rise towards pleasure.
"Come, come, come for me, witch. I want to feel your pureblood pussy coming apart upon me."
It took only a moment longer. Ginny released her orgasm loud and long and as Lucius felt, saw and heard her pleasure clasping him yet tighter, he exploded into her, the hot grip of her pussy ridding him of the memory of her blood treachery.
When Lucius pulled out of her, sated and panting, Ginny crawled up onto the bed and lay, her limbs damp and heavy.
He came up beside her but neither could speak for some time.
At length his words came, low and teasing. "You are quite a revelation, my dear."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He chuckled. "Did Potter benefit from your ardour?"
She tutted and sneered. "Why do you keep asking about him? It's as if you feel you have to better him."
"Oh, I have no doubt that I do that, Miss Weasley."
"You are the most arrogant bastard I have ever come across in my entire life and that's saying something seeing as I also had the misfortune of knowing your son!"
He did not dispute it and even allowed a slight laugh to sound.
Moving down her body, Lucius took a small pink nipple in his mouth, enjoying the feel of it harden and swell on his tongue. "You need to eat more," he drawled against her flesh.
"I beg your fucking pardon!"
"You're too thin. It would serve you better to put on some weight."
"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy." She spoke harshly but did not remove herself from his touch.
"Like I said, Miss Weasley, quite a revelation. What a sharp little tongue you have – no wonder Potter got scared."
"He didn't get scared!"
Lucius returned to her breast. Ginny said no more. She glanced down beyond his head. She could see his cock rising up yet again, large and purple with need. She could not deny it; it was the best specimen of manhood she had ever come across.
Lucius glanced up and saw her looking at it. He moved himself back to lie down and took her shoulder. She could feel pressure on it, compelling her towards his cock.
"Down."
She turned to him. "What?"
"Go on. In your mouth."
"You're kidding."
"No."
"You can't just tell me to do that!"
"Why not? You want to and you will."
"Yes, but ..."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Miss Weasley, are you going to suck my cock or am I going to have to take matters quite literally into my own hands?"
Ginny was speechless. The words issuing from one of the most refined mouths she had ever come across silenced her. Then she felt the pressure again, this time more insistent.
Glancing down at the beautiful object once again, all doubt was banished, and she inched her way down the bed, coming level to it. It stared at her, unblinking, a dewy tear caught on the tip. Her tongue instinctively and immediately came out to lick it away.
The man above her hissed with expectant pleasure. Her insides coiled with delight. She opened her mouth and sucked.
Immediately, Lucius pushed more fully into her. Ginny pulled back, a little overwhelmed at his size.
He pushed again. This time she relaxed and allowed her mouth to sink down, her tongue tasting the new essence leaking from him. It was good; she became more avid, twirling, pulling in her cheeks and taking him yet further. From the deep sighs emerging from above her, she knew she was doing the right thing.
As she sucked his vast hard member into her mouth, her mind flitted back, thinking of his ancestors, the noble lineage which had begat him, the seed of generations, spilled into the purest families, perhaps even mingling with ancestors of her own. For that moment, Ginny had never felt her magic so alive. Gripping his lower length hard in her fingers, she feasted on him ever more ardently, until she knew he was close. Only at the last minute, did his hand come down to steady her.
"It's now witch, now. Do you want it?"
She groaned around him but did not pull back. Lucius did not wait any longer. He came hard, spurting long hot shoots into her hungry mouth. She caught it all.
Lucius was panting heavily as the pleasure left his body. Ginny came up again, resting her head on the pillow beside him. He smirked across at her. "I think you enjoyed that as much as I did." She turned her back on him. He chuckled.
After some minutes, the bed lightened beside her. Lucius had got up. "I have to go. It has grown later than I thought. I must retrieve my robes from the library."
She stared at his firm body, the muscles flexing elegantly as he pulled on his shirt.
"Aren't you going to go down on me?"
He looked back, the haughty mask not quite hiding his surprise. He did not respond but paused in his movements.
"I went down on you. I expect the same from you ... or do your pureblood values not extend to being a gentleman?"
For an instant his eyes flashed cold. Ginny manoeuvred herself down the bed and parted her legs, her finger running up her folds, stroking a little, inviting him in.
Lucius' features twitched. Presumptuous bitch.
Ginny's breath hitched as a jolt of pleasure caught her. Enticing bitch.
With a fluid move he was between her legs. And with only a moment to process his movement, Ginny felt his tongue, hard and indignant, sweeping from her perineum to her clit, gathering in the lust dripping from her as it went. She arched her back high, her breath released forcefully.
Two fingers were pushed deep inside. She mewled, pressing herself onto him. And then another finger, but different. Ginny's eyes shot open. It was in her arse. She wriggled, unable to ignore the delicious fullness it wrought. Lucius' tongue darted around her clit, circling and coaxing it out once again. His fingers curled. Ginny sobbed with bliss, her body pressing itself against him.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" His words were cold, as would befit a Death Eater. She could only mewl a response. There was a sting at her arse, but she was so primed, so relaxed that it shifted swiftly to a feeling of complete sensory perfection. He had inserted another finger. Ginny cried out, grinding down upon it. "And you like that even more ... no wonder Potter couldn't keep up ... pathetic, limp, half-blood runt."
Ginny had given up protesting. His tongue had completed its dizzying progress around her clit and his lips now fastened tight and firm upon it, sucking and nuzzling and eating her for all he was worth. As his fingers flamed and stroked inside she came, a cry of pure ecstasy released from her.
No sooner had she come than the man pulled himself up and straddled her hips, grabbing his enormous erection hard in his fist and pumping furiously. He came almost immediately, spurting long hot bursts of cum onto her pale milky breasts. "There ... there ... Remember, witch ... remember who you are ... flesh to flesh, blood to blood ... do not forget!"
As the last drop of his pleasure fell onto her with a grunt, he rose, reaching for a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and tossing it at her before retreating to the shower.
Ginny lay perfectly still for some time before pushing up and wiping herself with his handkerchief. Their time had been desperate, frantic, but never had she had such phenomenal sex. She knew she would not see him again, could not, her conscience forced her not to want it. Would she regret this? Time would tell, but for now she did not. Lucius emerged from the bathroom and dressed quickly.
"I really must go. As pleasant as this little interlude has been, I don't think it should be repeated; I'm sure you'll agree." He looked at her, haughty arrogance returning to his face. Ginny nodded slightly. "The room is paid for. When I collect my robes I will ensure your bag is delivered safely here. Thank you for ... this afternoon."
Ginny sat on the bed, her hair dishevelled, her lips red and swollen. He looked down at her and then, hesitantly, almost unobtrusively, a slight but tender smile curled around his mouth. "Goodbye, Ginny."
"Goodbye, Lucius." She allowed the smile to be returned. He turned to go and opened the door. "Lucius!" He stopped and looked back. "I won't forget."
Another smile. The door shut silently behind him.
Two down, one to go. Methinks the next one may require a little more effort on his part ...
Thoughts?
LL x
