Warning: This chapter and the next contain scenes of mature nature. If such subjects make you uncomfortable, please skip it. I will do a brief summary of relevant parts at the start of another chapter.

THE LOVER

Hermione and the Lord

She went into her room, on her way in she told the guards that she was tired and taking a nap. This day was one of the last days of summer and it was warm, so she undressed to her camisole.

She sat on her bed, and with her wand she invoked a stronger cooling charm.

Large hands caressed her shoulders, and she'd been alone in her room, yet, she wasn't scared. At once, she knew it was him.

"My beloved, I couldn't stay away any longer, I know I must limit my trips, and I've afraid once I start coming here I won't be able to stop," the melodic voice caressed her, his words made her burn.

He had tried to resist her call, without success. His father had told him to be judicious, yet he understood his most restrained offspring and gave him an ample berth. His father knew him, he would never come as often as he was allowed to.

This day, he had prepared as a bridegroom, selected his attire with great care, and bathed himself in subtle yet fragrant and enticing scents.

He was ready to be with her and to ravish her like one of his wild brethren. His restrain would easily break, the idea of her touching her with his real skin, to feel her most alluring human body, candy to his kind, was occupying his every thought. She could not start to imagine how he wanted her, and how perfect she was for him.

He decided just to tell her his wishes, he had to. He wasn't hedonistic like most of his father's children, neither one to pursue carnal pleasures, but he had lived his last years wanting the later, with her.

He who shun self gratification, had become a slave to it, and enough was enough. All he wanted was to lie with her, not with her memories.

"I will just ask, will you share your body with me? I think I will go mad if I don't have you. Since I touched your lips I am unable to live in peace. And I will be honest, since that Samhain, years ago when I shared your consort's pleasure, I have been waiting for this moment. We were, in your terms, married that night. I was in with your consort and your lover, and I know that you know that your children are also mine."

He kissed her shoulder, and her body trembled with desire.

"Are you going to say something?" He sounded worried. He pressed his cheek onto her shoulder and kissed her neck, burying his nose in the crook of her neck. She could feel his breathing.

"I can barely speak, I am so happy you are here. I cannot even grasp how you noticed someone as humble as I. If the books are right you have been the object of adoration of many, so why me?"

"You soul shone so bright in that desolate prison of magic people that I couldn't help but notice it. After witnessing your feelings for Rabastan, I wished to be the one that you desired. I knew he was my way to you, unfortunately when he fell to the attackers, I was too far away to help. It wasn't the end, the Malfoy summon lit the way back to you."

"The summon? What are you saying? The Malfoy called you?" Her voice had a tinge of concern.

He laughed softly, "Nobody can summon me, I put the idea in Malfoy's head, I am guilty and Malfoy feels guilty because he called me. He was guileless, I was trying very hard to find a way to see you again. Now turn around."

She turned around and saw him, today he wore a formal tunic elaborate and foreign, cinched with a priceless belt. These were not the austere clothes from before, and the breath caught in her throat, he was magnificent.

When he opened his arms for her she gladly came. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight. Her warmth, her body on his arms, and her life force made him ready, he just wanted to feel himself in a communion of pleasure with her, to feel his sex deep inside her wet sheath. He had never shared his body with a human, not on his own body. Only with her.

"I cannot share you this time with either of your lovers. Not the first time, too many times I've risked losing you, this joining is only for me. But for now, may I undress you? And would you allow me the same? I need to feel your skin on mine."

She smiled mischievously, "'You know? I have never been asked so formally, as it is I am nearly bare, first kiss me."

He looked puzzled, "Why my queen, wouldn't it be better..."

She stopped him, by pressing her lips against his. He lay down and pulled her down with him.

His lips captured hers, and he opened his mouth to taste her. His keening sounds made her entire body desire him, she straddled his broad body, not an easy feat. Their lips could not get enough of one another, for seconds he would move them away and licked her face. His body was moving pressing on to hers. His eyes never closed, she noticed and, and she fleetingly remembered Rodolphus, and smiled comprehending; he was always with Rodolphus..

His hands moved feverishly along her body, and he spoke to her in words she didn't understand but she guessed he was too far gone to notice. He chuckled between kisses, "Yes, I can barely think, it is difficult; if my eyes close I'll miss this," and didn't finish when his hand reached between her thighs and his breath hitched as his fingers caressed inside her upper thighs.

How come he wasn't aroused as her? She wondered and was shy. She was so wet and he was about to touch her, she tried to move away.

"'No, no, my clothes are like an armor both protect me and my reactions from others." He smiled rather naughtily. His eyes were glowing, they were on fire literally, and she found it intriguing.

"You can 'hear' my thoughts, not sure about it."

There was no answer forthcoming, instead he looked at her and was naked in the blink of an eye. Several arm bands went around his arms, thighs, and calves, loaded with darts, and whatever kind of weapons, she guessed. She admired his body, covered with symbols that moved and changed. "Protection," he whispered.

When she saw his hard sex pulsing for her, no doubt he was ready, she could see that and more, hence her look of apprehension. It was obvious that he wasn't human. True, he looked like a human male, sort of, and he was very, very large.

"Not so sure now, I'm not." She had moved to his side, after feeling his cock against her, and was staring at it intently. She shook her head, "Maybe it isn't a good idea, you are sure to hurt me." And tried to move further away.

He laughed rather wickedly, which didn't lessen her fears, "No, I promise, you are made for me, come here, a little pain makes the pleasure greater."

He crooked his finger beckoning her. He was seductive, a different side of him. At that moment he was her lover. He wetted his lips, his eyes turned down as he touched himself, and she looked mesmerized.

"If you want to touch me , come," he smiled seductively and she shook her head. He shrugged his shoulder and continued his game.

A fleeting thought crossed her mind, so she was bonded to him, but then what of Rabastan?

"Quit thinking, later, you are here with me, only me." He seemed a little unhappy. "Enough thinking, now." At his words, she felt cooler her chemise, bra and knickers were gone.

His groan made her close her eyes because his look of need;his eyes fixed on her body had her at the edge of a climax.

The ache for him was consuming, she wanted his body on hers. His body was perfection, hairless all over, lean, and powerful; even his feet were beautiful with square black nails although shorter, probably a weapon.

She noticed his crown was off, but he had left his cape on attached to a chain of lights around his neck.

"Take your cape off," she whispered.

"What cape?" he looked at the direction her finger was pointing.

She tried to show him, and what she touched wasn't cloth, it was warm and silky, and he laughed and tried to squirm away, as if he were being tickled.

"No stop, my right side is sensitive and the other children knew it," he was still laughing. His laughter transformed him into a more accessible being. She was certain it was an aspect of him very few knew. Suddenly a thought occurred to her; no, it couldn't be.

Her eyes were very large, and her mind was blank.

"Are you well?"

"Do you have wings? Do you fly?" Her tone was one of disbelief.

His eyes also narrowed, "I thought you had read about me." He sounded and looked both petulant and disappointed. No longer playing his game.

"No, not about them, it is of no importance, you are perfect," she moved to kiss and caress them with her tongue, his body was writhing, his body arching, until he stopped and he pulled her up.

"My queen, you are dangerous, we will play next time, I need you now."

He bent to catch her nipple with his lips, and his teeth graced it, lightly and intentionally, meaning to draw blood. She flinched, but not for long, his tongue licked soothingly, her blood made his body lift from the bed, he groaned loudly, "Forever this delight. Your sex, I must taste the heavenly aroma," he talked to himself in his language. And she found her body under his.

His mouth was on her stomach, his extremely warm tongue traced the junction of her thighs, she moved her head up and could only see the glow of his hair.

He opened her legs an placed his hand under her to bring her up to his mouth, no words were said, his sounds of passion were enough, his tongue barely touched when he groaned so loud than she jumped, his choked chuckle ended as it started, each pass of his tongue, of his fingers reaching, and his senses flooded. It didn't last long, the slightest of touches, and he felt to the edge of ecstasy; every experience was magnified.

All he wanted was to posses her, to be buried in her, it had been too long wanting her.

"Cannot more, now," and he brought her once again over him.

He sat her right over his sex, he nodded his head asking, and she nodded back.

"Now, now," as he entered her, none to gently, his controlled self was gone.

His body shuddered in pleasure, knowing her feelings made him know her discomfort, but he couldn't think. He sent her waves of pleasure and pressed on; it had never felt like this. Her warmth, being inside her responsive body, "My Queen," he touched her face and kept repeating, "more more," as he moved relentlessly. Her spasms around his sex had him screaming his pleasure, "Want, need," even more.

She was inside of a cloud of orgasmic pleasure, feeling his body, seeing his sex in her, hearing his screams of pleasure, looking at him, his hair was pure fire…he was her lover and she was his. Somehow this wasn't real. Every touch was meant to please, and she thought she would die, convinced this would be too much.

In his language, he repeated, "Blood, here, blood," and ran his tongue around her nipples, one and then the other and let the blood flow freely, his body shuddered in agony; all the sensations were magnified by consuming her life sustaining blood; and just like his brethren, he only took from the beloved.

He was experiencing something he thought not possible, he felt one with her, and the need to climax came too soon, "No, no, not yet." This was what one felt when joined the loved one.

He moved his body against hers, her breasts against his chest. Their bodies caressing each other. He wanted to get her promise, "I love you, be my wife, not bonding, mine."

She was quiet and at once knew it was right, later when she died, she guessed she would go to him, "Yes, yours, your wife," she meant later, he meant soon. He roared in triumph.

His rational thinking ceased, words of love poured out his lips, "Touch me, don't stop. Love…" one hand at her hip, and the other running along her body.

He looked into her eyes, into her soul. He wanted to give her his child, Yes, give, "No!" He heard a booming voice, "You must wait, it is too dangerou as it." He wasn't sure who spoke, probably himself.

Wanting more control, he turned them around, "Your legs around." Her feet touched his wings and caressed them. At this, he thrust faster, and she moved with him. His mouth was everywhere he could reach. Caressing his face, she forgot about his head seemingly on fire, but to her hands it feel like silky warm hair. Each of her caresses and kisses made him drive faster.

The long forgotten pleasure of his own body took over his senses, except that it had never been so intense. He kissed her, bruising kisses, adding on to their pleasure. The feel of sex contracting around his, seeing her face in ecstasy while hearing her words, "I do, I love you," made him shudder in pleasure. "My Queen, I love you…" he repeated in his language, as his body arched and convulsed... his very hot seed stung and she whimpered, and he sent her a healing thought. She felt lifted from the bed, probably flying she wasn't sure. Flashes of light exploded around them, and she heard distant chants as during the first Samhain night.

In his word everything was blooming. It was the spilling of his seed in an act of love. Everyone shared a bit of his happiness. His subjects, in the universe he reigned, had never seen such displays of color across their skies. A general feeling of wellbeing was felt even by his enemies, everyone shared a drop of their love.

'"Hold me, hold me," he asked. And fueled by her own pleasure, he was immediately ready again, and his eyes were flames. Irrational thoughts ran thru his mind. 'With me, with me, take her. This loving forever. Father let me take her now.'

Her trusting face stopped him. Looking at her eyes shining with love, he knew it. None of his lovers had look at him like this, she didn't want the power she didn't know she had, or much of anything else. All she cared is how she felt about him and it was enough. He wouldn't hurt her by taking her against her will.

He just never wanted end, he cried in anguish, "Promise me that you will be with me," and she did as before, "I promise, I do." Later, much later when she died, but a promise to him was biding. He didn't understand words spoken during or after sex, he never spoke in vain.

a/n never had such a hard time writing a love scene, how does a super being approaches love? I figured he liked what humans did, sort of. Hmm.