Chapter 8: Coming Together
So, here's Chapter 8 for all you lovely readers. It's my first, shall we say, erotic chapter, and so I'm uploading this while hiding behind a cushion and cringing! I hope it's decent guys, I would love to hear your thoughts and reviews on this chapter, and the story so far in general! Thanks to all those who have done so far, and who have followed and favorited! Anyway, Enjoy!
(Oh and by the way, just a quick note that the chapter's title is not supposed to be a play on words, i.e 'cumming' together! It just turned out that way, I swear *looks shifty*!)
(Oh and one more thing, I own nothing recognisable, only Lucinda!)
Lucinda didn't note much about the fine hall they appeared in. She only saw him. He was everywhere and everything in that moment, filling her senses and his lips caressing her. She let the momentary dizziness of side-along apparition take over, allowing herself to become entirely lost in him. He moved to her neck, planting hot open mouthed kisses on the delicate skin of her collarbone. She moaned lightly, hands gripping the long strands of his hair, keeping him against her. One of his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her body flush to his. She could feel him pressed on her hip as his hand moved down the curve of her back. Lucius' coat disappeared with a wordless spell and Lucinda could see the toned muscles in his forearms under the material of his shirt. Another spell on her end saw her jacket and shoes disappear, and she had to stand on her tiptoes to touch her lips to his again. Lucius reached down and lifted her up in his arms, carrying her up the staircase to his bedroom. The room itself was richly decorated, with a large four poster bed and a fireplace displaying the Malfoy family crest dominating the far wall. He placed her on the bed, and Lucinda stretched provocatively across the sheets, feeling the cool cotton and silk beneath her body. Standing over her at the end of the bed, he unbuttoned his waistcoat and kicked off his shoes. She knelt up towards him, reaching for the small buttons on his shirt. Once it was open to her she moved it roughly down his shoulders. His chest was toned and a creamy pale colour that matched his white blonde hair perfectly. Bringing her mouth down to his bare torso, she nibbled and sucked at him, and heard the groan emerge from somewhere deep in his chest as her hands fumbled with the buckle of his belt. His hands joined hers and soon he was able to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. He pulled her close against him, his considerable length pushing against the silk of her dress. His lips were brought against her ear, whispering low: "It appears, Miss Lovegood, you are wearing significantly more clothing than is necessary." He pulled back and smirked. Usually it irked her, now it served to cause a gush of wetness between her legs. She gathered the soft material in her hands, swiftly lifting it over her head and discarding it onto the floor. Lucinda was suddenly rather glad she had chosen to wear something presentable under her dress; a dark midnight blue silk set with cream lace adorning the edges. She was sure she saw a flit of an approving smile pass over Lucius' features before she was pushed forcibly back onto the bed, underwear magically removed. His hands spread fiery heat all over her body, his mouth and tongue running down her neck. She arched up into his touch as one hand moved up the line of her waist and cupped a breast, thumb skilfully rubbing over the tight pink bud. Lucinda moaned softly, their mouths still joined.
She let her hands explore him languidly, running her palms down his back, feeling the muscles flex under her touch, then down his chest before letting them rest over his cock. Lucinda glided her hand across the tip and down his length, feeling the warm wetness of his tongue circling her nipple. He took it fully in his mouth, licking and sucking it hard. The warmth of his palm was resting across her back, the other moving steadily downwards, stroking against the soft skin between the apex of her thighs. Lucinda moved yet closer into him, revelling in his touch so close to where she desperately needed it. Moving to the other breast, he repeated his actions as his fingers gently parted her now soaking folds. She groaned loudly, her breath quickening under his ministrations. Her hand continued to work his length, closing her fingers tightly around the base and twisting as she moved towards the tip. Lucius let her nipple slip from his mouth and kissed down the flat expanse of her stomach, his fingers never relinquishing their constant stroking. She allowed her legs to open automatically and Lucius held her thighs gently, spreading her apart further for him: "Beautiful" Lucinda heard him murmur under his breath, his lips grazing along her inner thigh. And then his mouth was on her and Lucinda could no longer form coherent thoughts. He was so gentle at first, Lucinda was almost shocked at his entirely gentlemanly manner even in the bedroom. His tongue took long full licks of her cunt, tasting and drawing more of her pleasure. But he sensed her need, and pulled her thighs roughly to rest on his shoulders, pushing his whole mouth against her, taking her clit fully in him, laving and sucking the flesh hard. "Fuck" Lucinda exclaimed, her hands gripping his head, pushing him harder against her.
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She writhed under his attentions, her perfect body pressed against him. He continued to suck at her flesh, wanting to absorb as much of her as possible. She tasted like nothing he had experienced, sweet and musk and entirely her. Lucius let just one of his elegantly manicured fingers slip inside her core. Lucinda groaned with abandon, the sounds of her pleasure making his cock achingly hard. He would have to be inside her soon. It felt like he would surely die if he wasn't. He softly thrust and circled the finger now buried deep inside, marvelling in the velvet wetness surrounding it. He could sense she was close. Another finger joined the first, her tight cunt opening to him and his mouth worked ever more ardently on the bud of her clit. Harder and faster his fingers worked her, until he felt her limbs stiffen and her breathing hitch. She moaned his name faintly over and over, and Lucius had to place his free hand across her stomach as her hips bucked against him.
When he lifted his head back up, letting his fingers fall from her, Lucinda's eyes were open but hazed. Lucius opened his mouth to speak but Lucinda closed it for him, swiftly leaning up and capturing his lips with hers. Her hand closed around his length, using the copious thick liquid leaking from the tip to ease her movements. Lucius allowed his eyes to flit closed, still tasting her on his lips. But then he could wait no longer. He encouraged her onto her back, supporting himself over Lucinda. It was the first time since they had arrived at the Manor that he had been able to look at her closely. He studied her face now, her cheeks flushed and her deep pink lips parted. A sheen glowed on her skin from her orgasm. Their eyes remained locked as Lucius placed himself at her entrance. Their breathing deep, he pushed inside, feeling her slick walls part for him. Lucius didn't attempt to stifle the groan drawn from him. How long was it since he had been inside a woman? He couldn't recall now. He couldn't recall much. The sensations as he pushed fully into her were too much. He felt Lucinda pulse around him and reach up to him, pulling him down onto her further, their lips connecting. He knew he must be practically crushing her she was so small, but she didn't seem to notice and that only served to turn him on more. He was fully inside her now, feeling her warm wetness surrounding him. He didn't move at first, wanting to savour the feeling. Instead he moved his lips across her cheekbone and down her jaw to her neck, eliciting more moans from Lucinda.
She brought her legs higher up to his waist, wrapping them tightly against him and whispered in his ear: "Please Lucius." Her voice was so soft that he almost had to strain to hear her "I want you to fuck me, please move, please".
He couldn't help the rather self-satisfied smile emerge. Lucius could feel the muscles of her calves against his back and smell the light perfume of her hair. He began to thrust slowly until they built up a natural rhythm between them, their bodies fitting together effortlessly. Her moans rose steadily into the thick heat of the air around them, spurring Lucius steadily towards his own climax. His hand crept down between them, letting his fingers graze softly over her swollen clit. Then he felt it. Her entire body tensed against him, her hips stopped rocking against his and she came undone around him. He breathed deeply through his nose to control himself as the feeling of her tight walls clenching hard around his cock threatened to overcome him. "Oh fuck, Lucius" she moaned loudly, slight gasps of air escaping her mouth. He watched her with intense curiosity, never halting the rhythm of his now hard plunges into her. Lucinda was alternating between closing her eyes, head back against the pillow beneath her, and looking into him deeply. It was all he needed. With a final thrust, he exploded into her. He didn't think he'd ever come so hard. He groaned deeply as three, four times he felt himself release deep inside her. He leant into Lucinda, his head coming to rest against her breasts, taking slow steadying breaths. Lucius felt her hand move from where it was tangled in the sheets up to his back, fingers lightly grazing a particularly jagged scar at the top of his shoulder.
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Lucinda had never felt anything so powerful pass over her than the orgasm she had just experienced at the hands of her supposed enemy. Her legs felt oddly detached from her body, her limbs heavy with pleasure. Lucius lay back on the bed and Lucinda brought her head to lie on his chest. Occasionally she would reach up to him, kissing across the pale expanse of his torso. Lucinda noted the delicate line of dark blonde hair leading a trail down it. Letting her fingers follow it, she stopped at another scar. It was a dark pink and ran across from the middle part of his chest across his side. Leaning up onto her elbow she brought her lips down to it, tasting the raised flesh with her tongue. She was so engrossed, Lucius' voice startled her somewhat and she stopped, looking up at him.
"A rather nasty bout of the cruciatus curse. It didn't heal adequately despite my best efforts. The scars of my past are very real indeed" he spoke quietly, one hand running through her hair.
"Well, I think you're beautiful" She spoke, moving so she was straddling his thighs and kissing him deeply.
When she went to move away she found herself pulled against him hard, his mouth crushing against hers with barely disguised urgency. Their tongues battled for dominance, and Lucinda could feel him hard and ready against her lower back. Smiling, she moved herself down his body, her head coming to rest just below the head of his impressive erection. For the first time, Lucinda was able to study this particular part of his anatomy more closely. He was large, larger than she had experienced before. The shaft was thick and as pale as the rest of his body, making the blue veins stand out all the more. The tip had developed a deep purple hue with need. It would be interesting to see the former death eater beneath her relinquish control for once. She dipped her head a touch, her tongue flitting out to taste him. She ran it deftly down his length and up to the tip, sucking on it lightly so she could taste the salty pre-cum already gathering there. Lucius made an indistinct noise that could have been a moan and pushed up ever so slightly in a futile attempt to get his cock closer to where he wanted it. Lucinda stood her ground, her tongue flitting out once before she glanced up in his direction from under her lashes. He wore an expression that crossed a line between turned on and infuriated.
"Now, now. And I thought you were a patient man Lucius. Good things come to those who wait they say…"
But Lucinda didn't make him wait. Lowering herself once more she took him into her mouth, sliding past the tip and downwards, her tongue circling him hard. Now there was a definite groan from above her. It drove Lucinda on, and she moved further down on him. She could feel his eyes on her as she took the last of his cock into her. She remained there for a moment before sinking fully onto him, the tip of his engorged length extending into her throat. Sucking her cheeks in and pulling upwards slowly, she ensured her tongue caressed every inch of him she could reach. But as soon as he had left her mouth, she breathed in deeply and let her lips slide back, wanting to taste him again. Lucinda was enjoying this much more than she could ever remember enjoying doing this particular activity. Perhaps it was the thought of the situation being so illicit, but Lucinda surmised as she continued to suck him harder and faster, much to his now clear approval, that the reason she was enjoying it so much was more to do with the fact that she genuinely liked him. She worked her mouth over him increasingly ardently, her small hands alternating between resting on his thighs and cupping his balls lightly. She flicked her tongue hard against the underside, licking the further streams of his pleasure that poured down to her. As her mouth travelled once more down the thick shaft, she felt his cock stiffen further against her tongue, and his muscles tense rigidly. A guttural growl released from Lucius' mouth as he came, his essence filling her mouth. Lucinda swallowed hard, her tongue still lapping gently on the head of his cock for several minutes. She eventually relinquished her attentions and moved back up the bed, barely settling back on to the cover before she found herself pinned against them harshly, an intoxicating mixture of tender kisses and unforgiving bites scattered down her neck and across her collarbone. Lucinda let her hands once again move across him, holding him to her, her mind willing him to continue forever.
Saturday night wore on into the early hours of a lazy Sunday morning, most were probably fast asleep, Lucinda thought. They hadn't exactly slept yet at all. Their bodies had remained permanently joined for several hours, their mouths constantly seeking the other out. Only when they finally parted for a fourth time, breath deep and uneven and bodies clammy with the sweat of exertion, did they fall into a deep sleep. As Lucinda turned over across the tangle of cotton that was hours before a well-made bed, she caught a glimpse of the time on an ornate bedside clock. It was half past three. A featherlike sigh emerged as sleep took her.
