You are all so lovely with your reviews and words of encouragement for which I thank you all. Still very much in adult M rated territory here, so adults I hope you enjoy it :-)
So Hermione has acquired a dangerous taste for Lucius Malfoy, where will she go from there...
Whatever the visual aesthetics or perspective was, Hermione had felt decidedly self-conscious and more than a little uncomfortable at Lucius Malfoy's feet, his powerful, naked, spent body before her, looming above her like some avenging God. She felt no such awkwardness, as he had pulled her up, holding her hard against that powerful naked body, savouring the feel of it, even through the confines of her own clothing. His mouth devouring hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Hermione couldn't help but wonder if he could taste his own pleasure on her lips, the notion exciting her.
She had felt no such discomfiture as he had taken her by the hand and lead her into the bedroom. Unlike her, without the aid of any magic had, and with a slow revelatory appreciation had almost wondrously removed every last piece of the clothing she wore. There had been no slow intense foreplay, no intimate lingering touches, as her clothing had found its way onto the floor, it was a simple task which needed to be done, and whilst done with exquisite and at times erotic precision, it had been no more than that.
Neither of them spoke, save the sound of their breathing the room was shrouded in an expectant silence. Every inch of Hermione was cloaked in the same expectancy, as that powerful naked body, now covered hers, pressing her down into the luxurious cool cotton bedding, no longer sated, and feeling incredibly hard and extremely aroused against her own.
Desire flooded Hermione, as she arched into him, finally relishing the feel of her own skin against his. A soft moan escaped her lips as his hands roamed over the parts which were not flush against his own. She responded almost wantonly to his touch, a touch which drifted from gentle and almost tentative, to harsh and urgent, the contrast between the two, arousing sensations in Hermione she had never felt before, this man evoking feelings and needs she had never experienced before.
But even as her body all but screamed out for him, a little frisson of fear trickled into her veins. This was another line she was crossing; one she could not go back from, one that would change everything. Hermione felt the throbbing heat of Lucius Malfoy's potent arousal pressing urgently against her, heating her to the very core, and any doubts or fears she had, dissolved in a blur of all consuming need. Instinctively she shifted beneath his weight, his strong muscled thighs spreading her legs with ease, she hooked them around his, opening herself up to him.
His eyes were the colour of molten steel, they burnt momentarily into her dark honeyed brown, shining with intent, before his mouth swooped down, his lips almost crushing hers as his tongue pushed fervently inside her mouth, twisting and twinning with her own in an exchange fuelled by pure lust and need, it was a heady combination. One which drove Hermione to extremes she had never enjoyed before. She was almost suffocated by his mouth, and his hair falling around her, engulfing her in his intoxicating scent, the last vestiges of air eradicated, as he plunged himself forcefully inside her. His tongue mirroring the deep thrusts of his hips, Hermione swallowed hard, trying not to gasp for air.
Slick with her own arousal, and not entirely inexperienced, did Hermione for one moment consider that there would be any pain, but there was, it seared through her body with a blistering hot agony, that caused her to cry out against his marauding mouth, her nails practically clawed into the strong white flesh of his shoulders, clutching him to her in an effort to mollify his movements. For the briefest of moments, he stilled and Hermione caught her breath, allowing her body to adjust to his size and his fervour. Relaxing into the pleasure and beauty of his intrusion, opening up fully to him and allowing him to bury himself to the hilt, filling and stretching her like she had never been before.
His mouth left hers, trailing a path of burning heat along her neck and her shoulder, he sucked and nipped hard on her tender flesh, his strong fingers tight around her arms, biting into her flesh as he pounded into her. This was a very different kind of sexual pain, one that Hermione had never been subjected to before, but one she found incredibly erotic, her walls tightening in unbridled pleasure around him as he slid back and forth in her feminine heat. Hermione's legs gradually raised, wrapping themselves around Lucius lower back, her hips lifting to meet him thrust, for powerful thrust.
That this was Lucius Malfoy assailing her with so much pent up desire, evoking so much pleasure and buried so deeply inside her, was almost impossible to comprehend, but as the sound of him almost growling in ecstasy filled her ears, comprehension didn't matter, nothing that wasn't connected to sensation mattered.
Hermione inhaled deeply savouring the scent of him, those delicious dark spicy tones now mingling with the pungent overpowering smell of sex. The man brutalised every single sense she possessed with a luscious abandon that Hermione found impossible to resist. But even in the throes of such unrestrained passion, his hidden darkness was evident, she could feel it. It reminded her who this man was, what he had once been, an odd sadistic excitement boiled in her blood.
After his earlier admission to Hermione, that it had been some while, his stamina and self-control was impressive, but then he had already enjoyed a powerful orgasm. The fact that he had recovered so quickly and so forcibly from that, had also surprised the young witch, a man half his age would be have been only to pleased to have appreciated such a speedy recovery.
Whilst not enjoying what could be termed usual foreplay with Lucius, Hermione had become incredibly aroused fellating him, now his unyielding, unremitting rhythm was fast pushing her to the point of no return. Her walls fluttered about his sheathed flesh, constricting and releasing as her juices flooded around him, her breathing became more shallow and she fought against the unrelenting pleasure that began to slowly seep into her body. He thrusted sharply in response, her body dragging his along with her, sucking him deeper in, now wanting him to move faster, harder, but something prevented her from telling him, a little voice in the back of Hermione Granger's head told her that Lucius Malfoy would not appreciate being told to "fuck me harder".
Everything around Lucius tightened, with excruciating sensory delight. Her arms about his upper body, her slim fingers sinking into his damp, sweaty flesh, her long never ending legs about his lower back, wound about him like devil's snare and those secret inner muscles, that gripped his shaft with a blissful need that he had never felt in his entire life.
He tried desperately to control his own body, which was fast spiralling out of control, instead he found himself pushing harder and faster into the small frame pinned beneath him, deeply fused within her. Without a word it seemed to demand more and more from him and take everything he was prepared to give. Lucius had never been prepared to give that much of himself to anyone, not even during sex, that inbred reserve was maintained at all times, he certainly didn't do spontaneous or find himself out of control, not until now that was.
Her walls tightened still further around him, glorying in every solid, hard inch of him. Hermione could feel every delicious stroke, virtually as if she were touching him, he withdrew almost too far, before hammering into her once more, it was gloriously too much, lifting her up so fast, stretching and filling her to the hilt, pushing her of off that already fast crumbling precipice. She might have been able to restrain herself at the use of course instructions, but his name along with a cry of uninhibited passion, fell loudly from her lips, her head thrashing about wildly in the soft cotton behind her.
Never had Lucius heard such profoundly erotic sounds, his own name amongst them, his senses were being overwhelmed from every conceivable angle and from within. A rasping groan which he tried so hard to supress fell from his own lips, in an effort to quieten any further unseemly outpourings he buried his head once more against her soft shoulder, biting down hard. The action caused Hermione's body to thrust sharply upwards bringing harshly against his own. Finally, he lost total and absolute control, his entire body drowning in a sea of glittering ecstasy. Lucius body throbbed mercilessly and he felt himself spill into her, a hot, shuddering climax filling and coating her deep inside, just when he thought it might end, he felt her own release still fluttering about him, teasing him caressing him and once again he shot into her.
Through his exhausted but satiated, delirium Lucius Malfoy felt, his damp hair being gently smoothed, pushed back from his flushed face, he could feel his own body slipping from hers, and yet she was still tightly wrapped around him, how could she, why would she…he should move, somewhere he could hear her indulgent voice, he could feel her breasts beneath him, soft against his chest, as they rose and fell rhythmically. Lucius could not recall the last time he felt such utter peace.