WARNING: TRIGGERS, RAPE-FIC NON-CON/CON. Pure smut. Don't read if this will upset you in any way.
Author's Note: Let's imagine Lucius Malfoy looks more like Henry Cavill in Witcher. ;)
The bottoms of my bare feet clung to the cold floor, magically restrained as if by glue. I'd stood in the center of the large empty bedroom, long enough to imagine countless scenarios in which Harry and Ron would come rescue me and probably twice as many scenarios in which they didn't. The air chilled me to the bone and the torrential downpour consuming Malfoy Manor muted all my cries for help.
The subtle turn of the knob and the squeak of the old door opening behind me, followed by the bang and click of it being closed and locked, shook me from my daydreams. A chill crept up my spine as footsteps ebbed closer and for the thousandth time, I struggled to move my feet. Failing, I stood stock-still, listening to the movements of my captor; I had nothing to defend myself with, save my arms and they were weak. Months on the run with infrequent meals had made me unequipped for physical combat.
I'd long since realized what would befall me in this room. I'd certainly be raped, tortured, abused, and probably killed by any number of Death Eaters or even Voldemort himself.
The footsteps drew nearer as I resolved to show no fear or sign of weakness. I stared daggers into the wall across the room, loath to discover which one of the foul beasts was to be my tormentor. The footsteps stopped just behind me, close enough for me to hear the rustling of my captor's clothing and faint sounds of breath.
His low chuckle ignited shock and rigidity within me as my stomach rose to meet my heart.
Recognition sunk in and tarnished my resolve. I tucked my elbows against my sides as vulnerability overwhelmed me.
No, no, I thought to myself, please be any other nasty vile Death Eater, anyone but him...
Thunder clapped ominously overhead, inhibiting my ability to judge where my captor now stood, I tensed every muscle in stark anticipation.
"The body is a powerful, magical object...Miss Granger." Lucius Malfoy's voice slithered snake-like into my ears making me tremble. "Made for tactile satisfaction..." He continued, stepping closer "...Capable of experiencing pain pleasure simultaneously..." He mused hotly over my hair and neck, stepping around my side. "Your skin alone is filled with nerves yearning for touch, heat, and pressure..."
I struggled to keep my eyes on the wall as he stepped into my view; from my periphery, I could see him remove his tie. I waited for him to continue his speech, but instead, he moved onto his buttons, loosening them one by one.
Breaking my gaze, he stepped before me, working his fingers down his shirt, exposing his bare chest. Terrified to meet his eyes I attempted to focus mine downward. His hand moving up in my direction, grabbed their attention as I flinched away from his touch.
With a smirk, his eyes met mine, silver spheres delving into my soul, as his fingers, notably warm, tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. Expecting to find menace I was shocked to find none, only his eyes studying mine curiously.
Unable to handle the intimacy in which his fingers lingered at the edges of my hair combined with the intensity of his gaze, I averted mine once more. Moving downward over his lips, my eyes followed the open collar of his shirt and the bare chest beneath. His muscled chest, like chiseled alabaster, led to a well-defined abdomen below; I'd never guessed him to be so strong or so athletic.
I jerked my head away, surprised at his form and the ease at which I'd just admired it.
His voice, reentering the silence, nearly made me look once more, but his touch froze me in place.
"The slightest touch across bare skin can send pleasure radiating throughout one's entire body." He mused, continuing his circle around me until he was once again behind me.
He trailed his fingers across my shoulders until they met the collar of my cardigan. My breath caught in my chest as his warmth seeped through my clothes...it penetrated deeper as he pulled the fabric outward and down. His large hands covered my shoulders as they followed my jumper down my arms.
His breath was low and steady on the back of my neck as the tips of his fingers slid down the bare skin of my inner arms. The hairs there rose in response to the sensation and I trembled involuntarily. His soft hands continued downward until the cardigan dropped to the floor and my hands were in his.
Thunder clapped and I inhaled sharply; he moved in closer and sent his fingers back up my arms. The heat of his body so near to mine turned me to stone as I struggled with internal discomfort. His hands were large, and his movements were deliberate...yet gentle.
"So soft..." I thought I heard him murmur, his hot breath landing delicately across my collar bone.
Rounding my shoulders, he removed my hair from them to fall down my back. I bit my cheek as he moved to face me again. I could not and would not meet his eye, the very thought shamed me to the core. Why him, why did it have to be him?
My lowered eyes took notice as he removed his shirt, unveiling his sizable shoulders and arms; the strength of which I knew I could not overpower. I focused on the floor as his attention returned to me.
"Remove your blouse." He asserted, without feeling.
Briefly, I considered ignoring his demand, imagined fighting him off, but knowing I stood not a chance I obeyed uneasily. Heavy were his eyes upon me as I attempted to undress. My fingers betrayed me as I worked at my buttons, slipping and trembling.
His quick movements, abruptly removing the space between us, stole my attention; I looked up instinctively.
His fingers replaced mine and our eyes locked. He was closer than I had realized, his face hung over mine, leaving me nowhere to avert my eyes. I closed them quickly, but I could still feel the intensity of his gaze...And even more, I could feel the agile movements of his hands at my shirt.
My heart pounded louder, and my chest rose higher with each breath as the heat of his hands penetrated my shirt. The warmth trailed downward between my breasts, pausing just below my belly button as the last button was released. I clenched my eyes more tightly closed as I felt his hand graze my exposed bare stomach. Leaning in closer, he glided his warm fingers up to my neck.
I held my breath in my chest as he slid his hands into my shirt and guided it down my arms.
His steady breaths landed over my neck and jawline, so closely I could almost feel his open lips against my skin.
My shirt fell to the floor.
I exhaled suddenly and unsteadily, as his hands moved to my hips.
His naked abdomen met mine.
My chest pounded as his hands slid beneath my arms and enveloped my waist. My eyes flew open as he unhooked my bra and ragged gasps escaped me. The audacity and ease at which he'd exposed my breasts left me shocked. I had only a glimpse of his smirk before he moved behind me again, all the while blocking every attempt of mine to cover myself with his own hands' explorations.
Aligning my back with his chest, he rested his cheek near my own and ran his palms across and around my breasts.
My chest rose and fell erratically as I nervously tracked his movements. I was completely disabled from filling my lungs, nor could I fully empty; quick, shallow intervals of air were all I could achieve.
As thunder boomed, he dragged a hand up my body; when he reached my chin, he used it to angle my face back towards his. His folded arm laid across me, holding me to him.
Despite my determination to show no fear, an audible gasp and tremble escaped me.
"Shh..." he whispered into my ear, sending a chill across my body.
My nipples tingled and rose, hardening at the rush of cool sensation.
He continued to hold my chin so that I was forced to face him, so closely that I feared his kiss was imminent. Instead, his thumb moved upwards to massage my lower lip and I sighed a breath of relief.
"That's better" He breathed almost inaudibly as he traced the plump skin with his digit.
In the same moment that my breath escaped my chest, I became aware of his aroused manhood pressing against my backside. The realization warranted the sudden refilling of my lungs; inadvertently, I leaned back against him as I did...
His hand released my chin and slid up my jawline to settle his fingers deep within my hair. My sudden inhale and his intimate touch reunited my wild and fearful eyes with his. The silver abysses trapped me as he moved his free hand downward. Ever watching my girlish timidity. My chest continued to rise and fall, and he held me to him closer still; not to comfort me in my fears, I imagined, but to entrap me further. I grew ever more aware of the warmth building between my legs as his fingers found the edge of my skirt.
He watched the fear and vulnerability flash across my face as he tugged the hem higher and touched my thigh. Wasting no time, he unzipped my skirt and I could no longer bear to look at him directly. Eyes clenched shut I shivered against him as my skirt dropped down to my ankles.
I prayed for rescue as I anticipated the worst kinds of pain and degradation.
Dropping his head, he slid his lips down my neck and I could not control the tingling vibrations with which my body reacted. His hot breath across the moist trail left behind by his tongue sent shivers downwards to my center. Holding me to him he massaged my breasts, creating new sensations that permeated through me and connected with the center of my thighs. He pressed his lips to the base of my neck and an involuntary, instinctual sigh escaped my lips. Surprised at the betrayal of my lungs I bit down on my lower lip to prevent any other sounds from passing. Fear, of course, but there was more. Try as I might I couldn't bear the logic behind why sparks erupted across my skin at his touch. He continued to kiss me there as he found my hand with his and brought it down below my stomach. Shifting his kisses upward to the lobe of my ear, he guided my hand over my panties. Scared as I was, the feeling of my hand on my loins was not unwelcome; I did not resist his guidance. Curiosity, perhaps, prevented me from tearing my hand out from beneath his. Delicately he flicked his tongue across my lobe and pressed my hand firmly into the fabric; my body responded gloriously. I inhaled sharply, triggered by the pleasure it ignited within me.
"Have you ever touched yourself, like this..." he asked, now guiding my hand in slow circles over the tender flesh. My hips jerked of their own accord, shocked by the direct pressure on countless nerves. "Ever let yourself go?"
His voice slid down my neck like silk and my hand, through his doing, steadily increased the pressure and speed of their ministrations.
The sound of his low breathing steadied me as my flesh discovered new feats of pleasure. My panties grew wet beneath our hands, as we worked, and the temptation to embrace it grew.
"It feels so good to let go..." he promised, his voice deeper, raspier.
Pressing deeper against the wet fabric, he sent waves of heat and pleasure radiating from the area. I gasped again in glorious surprise.
All my existence seemed at once tied to the tension building within me.
My shoulders sunk into his chest and I let my head rest on his shoulder as the intensity of his movements increased.
"Have you?" he asked once more, adding to my arousal.
In my wanton haze, I closed my eyes, relishing the quickening of his movements and his tongue on my neck. Logic and reason had long since evaded me and the physical need for release took over.
"No," I admitted, relaxing further into him and moving my hips to meet our hands.
I struggled with ragged breaths, on the edge of ecstasy.
Letting my head fall back where it may, it turned towards his face, leaving but an inch of separation between our lips.
As the heat and tension continued to build, hums and gasps of pleasure escaped my lips and landed on his. His breaths were low and hungry and only increased my elation as I felt them upon my open tongue.
"Ahh, Ahhh..." I exclaimed as relief and release exploded from my depths into our palms.
My knees gave way, overcome by the raging pulses of euphoria; knowingly, he held me to him, continuing to massage my sex until the pulses ceased.
Thunder boomed around us, masking the hums and soft moans of my orgasm.
Sweat beaded on my brow and I struggled to fill my lungs; was recovery from such an event even possible?
The lusty fog over what occurred ebbed away making room for reality to seep in.
Tears built up in my eyes as shame and fear of my fiendish actions ensued. I tried to contain them, and I attempted to remove myself from his body. I felt dirty, disgusting, revolted. How did this happen? How could my body betray me so?
Recognizing the change in my demeanor and the hardening of my limbs, he wrapped his arms around my waist; he pulled me against him, like a doll; his large, muscled limbs enveloped me.
"Do not punish yourself for achieving satisfaction from this," he paused, pulling me back in, and kissed my shoulder. "Be thankful the Dark Lord chose me, for no other Death Eater would have been so gentle..."
He moved his hand from over mine to caress the skin along the edge of my panties.
"None so patient... "
Disgusted with myself, I let him realign himself against me, enjoying his warm flesh against mine. Upset as I was, to be held gave me something similar to comfort. My chest shuddered with a pitiful sob and my tears flowed freely down my face and onto my chest.
Pulling my face towards his he pressed his lips to my glistening cheeks, collecting my tears between them. The tenderness of the act took me off guard but soothed me. He repeated the tender act until my tears ceased and I gave into the deepening intimacy between us.
With one hand he intertwined his fingers with mine and slid the other beneath the elastic of my knickers.
"This heated pulsing between your legs," He whispered, sliding his hand down further inside my panties. "This release," he sighed, continuing downward, his voice deep with need. "It is only the beginning..."
His fingertips tips passed over my swollen flesh and found my virgin lips; my breath caught, and every muscle tensed within me.
"Give in to me; let me show you pleasure, …ecstasy...magic..." He vowed underneath his breath, as his palm grazed my center.
His eyes found mine and I searched for trickery, for some sign of perversion, and found none. He held my gaze, exhaled slowly onto my lips, and parted my folds. He teased me, sliding his finger back and forth over the opening. I breathed nervously, afraid of what came next, but my body yearned for him to continue. I ached for him to satiate the overwhelming need for fulfillment that lived within those folds.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, his face hovering dangerously close to mine.
My breath hitched and my heart fluttered; the craving for more exceeded any other emotion.
I nodded.
I expected him to delve his fingers inside me, I expected pain, instead, he pressed his lips against mine. He dug his hands into my hair, and I opened my mouth to his tongue. He held me to him deepening the kiss. I gave in to it completely, letting him guide me. I kissed him back, relishing the sensation.
Having never been kissed, I still knew and understood that this was far better than any other kiss I could have received from anyone my age. He moved his lips and his tongue with experience, reigniting the heat between my thighs. I fought back the urge to place my hands on his body, his muscular shoulders, his chiseled abdomen...
I braced myself for him to enter me and gasped when he broke away from our kiss instead. My chest heaved in shock as he separated his hand from my hair and his chest from my back. With a carnal hunger I didn't recognize, I watched him move to kneel in front of me.
His large hands latched onto my hips before moving up and down my thighs and back around my bum. He pulled my hips towards him, leaning in. I felt the heat of his breath grace my flesh as he kissed my exposed hip bone. He continued to move, leaving a trail of kisses down my abdomen as his hands slid my panties down to my ankles.
I was fully naked now, entirely exposed and vulnerable, I was his for the taking.
My eyebrows rose in surprise as he took my sensitive flesh between his lips and sucked tenderly.
"Ohh..." I breathed in earnest as his ministrations sent electrical waves of pleasure through my abdomen.
My nipples hardened once more as he flicked his tongue then slid it down the slit of my entrance. My knees weakened as his tongue entered me, darting inside, exploring my depths, devouring the remnants of my orgasm; if not for his strong hands holding me to his face, I would not have been able to stand. I combed my hands into his soft blonde hair and held on. He continued his explorations until sweat beaded down my neck and the tension in my depths increased near to fulfillment.
I rocked my hips into his mouth, desperately craving more of his tongue within me. I cooed and moaned softly as he returned his lips upward and moved a hand between my thighs. I braced myself as he sucked on the most sensitive area and entered me with his finger. My depths were tight but wet and he immersed his finger to the knuckle. I gasped loudly, as he circled his finger inside me, carefully opening me up while he sucked. The combination of pleasures and new sensations was almost enough to send me over the edge.
Godric I was so close…
Removing his finger he reentered me with two, stretching me further.
"Oh...oh..." I moaned as my insides were filled and caressed.
He swirled and pumped his fingers, replacing his tongue with his thumb and began kissing his way upward. I sighed and panted, as he worked his way up my body with his tongue.
Working my sex with one hand, he supported my back with the other and took a hardened nipple into his mouth. I nearly cried in ecstasy as this trifecta of movements radiated heat through every limb.
Continuing his trail of kisses up my chest, my neck, he found my lips. I opened my mouth to him, moaning my elations across his tongue. He pumped his fingers faster, deeper and I, my arms around his neck, steadied myself for orgasm. I kissed him intensely, copying the movements of his tongue. He released a soft moan into my mouth, and I broke; I shuddered against him as waves crashed down. I came hard, hips twitching into his hand as I cried out.
"Lucius..."..." I breathed just under my breath, as I melted into his body. He responded by, holding me tighter, kissing me harder, working my sex as it throbbed over his digits.
Finally removing his hand from my within me, he aligned his hips with mine and pressed his hardened length against me. He groaned as I ground against him, soaking his pants with my cum, eliciting a pleased groan from him. The sound of his lusts infinitely increased mine.
Opening my heavily lidded eyes, I found his. He could see the fierce animal-like desire in mine as easily as I could see it in his. I wanted more, I wanted him.
My heart pounded against my chest as I gazed at Lucius Malfoy with desperate lust and forsaken dignity. His body was god-like and felt too good against mine to resist.
Certain in my decision, I moved my hands down his body and found his belt. I unclasped it with ease. He watched me, pleasantly surprised, as I fumbled with the buttons, then the zipper. He pulled my lips back to his as I slid his pants down his hips. He pressed his length against me harder as I found the edges of his briefs.
Sliding them downward, I relished in the touch of his hot length against me. He kissed my neck and I looked down between us, shocked at the enormity of his member; still, I yearned for it and wished I could remove my feet from the floor…
"Do you trust me?" he asked once more.
He aimed his erection between my thighs and massaged its tip over my folds. I groaned with need at the friction and heat as he continued, back and forth.
"Please," I whimpered wantonly into his ear, begging him to cease his teasing and enter me.
As soon as the words left my lips, the magic holding me in place relinquished its hold, and he removed me from the floor. He lifted me into his arms with ease, wrapping my legs around his waist. and I wrapped my arms around his neck and held myself close to him. He kissed me passionately, holding nothing back as he held me up by my bum and moved us.
I expected to land on the bed but instead, he pressed my back against the cool wall. His breaths grew heavier as the heat built between us. Gone were his calculated movements and self-control. He ravaged me with his lips, doted on me with his hands, and seduced me with his hips. Holding me up with one arm, he moved the other between us and took hold of his member. Pushing me further up the wall he centered his cock at my opening. He circled the tip around my folds, wetting it with my excretions. I closed my eyes, braced myself for pain, and welcomed pleasure…
I opened myself to him, letting his tip in between my folds and he gasped; the sound of his elation pleased me. I relaxed the muscles between my thighs, fully giving him control of my body.
I let him guide my body downward, as I slid further down onto his cock; I clung tightly to his hair as I stretched to accommodate him. I panted, enjoying the penetrating heat deep within me more than I could imagine. The discomfort of this impalement was dulled by the sensation of his lips suckling at my collar bone.
It took ages for me to take him completely in, but when I did, he paused. Waiting for my body to adjust and my breath to slow, he continued to kiss up my neck until he found my lips.
The wall was cold but sweat beaded at the base of my spine as I ached and flexed around him. I vaguely remembered his words from earlier as he sucked on my bottom lip… "pain and pleasure simultaneously."
Godric, oh Godric he was right…
I exhaled deeply and he took it as a sign, readjusting us against the wall and him within me. He retreated his hips from mine enough for him to angle himself to enter me deeper. Slowly, he pushed his hips forward, achieving a depth I had not thought possible. I felt the pressure of his member up within my stomach and gasped for air. He moaned into my mouth as he moved his hips, grinding slowly against me, opening me further to him. I bloomed for him like a lustful flower, panting and sighing with every subtle movement. Deepening his kiss, he tangled a hand in my hair, holding me to him. With his other hand firmly on my bum, he separated me from the wall. He carried me to the bed.
He laid me down on my back, withdrawing his cock from inside me and I whimpered; shocked at the abandonment of my sex and desperate for his return.
I watched him, fearlessly awaiting his next move. His long blonde hair hung down sexily around his face as he bent over me; pressing his lips to my stomach he trailed kisses up my breasts. He doted on them both with his tongue, swirling and sucking the stiff peaks until my hips began to roll upwards towards him of their own accord. Leaning up to kneel before me, he exposed himself completely. His body, like a Greek god, glowed in the moonlight. His broad shoulders, his hardened chest...the way his hips formed a "V" down towards his massive erection. I bit my lip.
He chuckled, obviously watching my eyes assess him, then leaned back over me again. Reaching his arm underneath, me, he lifted me to sit in his lap. I returned my hands to his shoulders to hold myself up as he aimed his cock at my center. Sliding me up to his muscular thighs and wrapping my legs around his waist, he slowly pressed himself between my folds. I took him in, graciously, ignoring the sensitive sting. I focused on his fingers pressing into the meat of my rear and the way his abs flexed as he lifted his hips to meet my sex.
Supporting my back, he kept me sitting straight up, eyes locked on mine, enabling him to work his hips beneath me. Propped up in his lap, I fully sheathed his length, without escape. The depths he reached and the extent at which my body adjusted to accommodate him, forced languid gasps from my throat. He covered them with his lips...his tongue…
Answering my prayers, he moved his hips back, creating tantalizing friction as he removed himself from my deepest parts. Slowly he withdrew until only the tip of his cock remained within me.
We watched each other as our ecstasy increased; his silver eyes held to mine, seductive and sultry.
He groaned and I whimpered, and he thrust within me, again sheathing himself completely.
"Lucius!" I cried out, my head and eyes rolling back in shock and ecstasy.
Continuing to move his hips, he pulled my hips forward to meet his thrusts, again and again. With each meeting of our hips, he moved faster, increasing the friction and my elation. He stimulated me in ways I couldn't imagine. I gave in to it, every feeling, every touch, every thrust. I gave in to him. I wanted him. More of him. Unable to resist, I rocked my hips over him and found new levels of joy. He moaned as I worked him, tightening his grip on my cheeks. As my orgasm approached, strong and wild, I clung to him, savoring every sensation. My nipples dragged erotically up and down his chest as sweat moistened our bodies. We panted, writhing against each other, passion and urgency increasing with each thrust and moan.
I felt alive, unstoppable, and for the first time sexy and womanly. The way he moaned as I took him in deeper, devoured every inch of my skin with his tongue, and held me to his body...I knew it was me, a mudblood, I was what he wanted, I gave him pleasure, and I would bring him release.
"Wait for me," his voice demanded while his eyes begged, and he increased the intensity of his thrusts.
I held his gaze, apologetically, knowing I could not wait much longer.
I bit my lip.
"Come, Hermione," he moaned, muffling the sound with my lips.
Passionately we kissed, holding our bodies together we came, bracing each other through the spasms of release. His guttural groans and gasps harmonized with my prayer-like exhalations. I all but screamed, as I quivered, pulsed, and melted over him and him in me. His eyes on mine made it that much more erotic as he halted his thrusts and let me milk his cock of its seed and soak him in mine.
Leaning forward, he laid me down on the bed; holding his lips and hips to mine, he covered me with his body as we finished.
Author's Note: 1 more chapter is to follow.