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Lucius Malfoy was engulfed in a sea crashing ecstasy; like a roaring tide it gradually washed over him, ebbed and then came back at him harder and faster than before. There were two things he tried to push as far from his mind as he possibly could; his cold ex-wife and the job he was supposed to be doing, unfortunately even in his heightened state of arousal, they both found a way to permeate his thoughts.

As well as being strait laced, Narcissa Malfoy had always been quite cool and aloof sexually, even in the early days of their relationship. After they were married their intimate encounters had been confined to the bedroom and had been little more than conjugal, with Draco's birth they became even less frequent, that coolness now bordering on frigidity, sex was just something the ex-Mrs Malfoy did not particular enjoy, found distasteful even. She would never in a million years have consented to being tied up, even if technically neither had Hermione, not initially anyway, and as for what the unexpected Hermione Granger was doing to him now…

"Mmm, aaah"

More incoherent sounds of rapture tumbled from his lips as his cock slid further into Hermione's willing mouth, her leisurely, tormenting tongue sending another of those crashing waves surging over him.

His lust addled brain pondered the second thought that drifted into his head, the job he'd been ordered to do. Well not so much as to what he had been ordered to do, but more along the lines of how could she possibly do what she was, knowing what she did and what was ahead of her? But did the former Death Eater really care? His body certainly didn't that was for sure, it positively revelled in the fact that this, that he was her "last request". A modicum of guilt flowed momentarily into his mind, as her soft wet mouth continued to dance over his rigid flesh, but he was not going to allow it to detract from his pleasure. He had been ordered to take care of her, he was hardly doing that, not in any sense of the instruction. She on the other hand was certainly taking care of him and very nicely too. This was her choice he assured himself, his hips thrusting not so gently forward, another low growl emanating from deep within him. Of course he was more than happy for her to pander to him, who wouldn't be! Especially under the circumstances, circumstances that made the situation oddly so much more erotic, turned him on even more, if that was actually possible; Hermione Granger on her knees before him was a powerful enough image in itself, that she had his cock in her mouth… Lucius watched as his body disappeared between her remarkably still glossed lips, there was something extremely dirty and deliciously seedy about how the shiny red lipstick transferred itself from her lips onto his flesh as she sucked with almost calculated precision on his flesh, it was positively whorish and he loved it. The bright red polish on her nails glinted wickedly at him as her tethered hands continued to move over him, that too was disgustingly arousing. The quite astonishing Miss Granger also had an intuitive, unrestrained touch that elicited everything from his pulsating body, seeming to instinctively know what pleased him, almost feel what pleased him, and playing on it, extracting every ounce of desire from him.

From the guttural sounds and soft moans which drifted to his ears, she appeared to be enjoying the same earthy gratification that he was, it too was something he found exciting and absurdly sensual. Another of those modicums of guilt drifted into his brain, it was not something he was usually synonymous with but, however egocentric Lucius Malfoy was when it came to most things, whatever other faults he possessed, one thing he certainly wasn't was a selfish lover. Even with his prudish ex-wife, he'd always been prepared to give Narcissa what she wanted, even if that was nothing and to his own detriment. He felt being selfish, when it came to sex was just foolish, not only did it limit your own pleasures, it meant you could expect nothing in return and Lucius Malfoy always wanted something in return.

What seemed like endless hours ago now, the dark wizard had envisaged doing so much to Hermione; As he'd put on his dress robes his body had stirred excitedly remembering the previous evening, and earlier in the day, he'd thought about his tongue in her mouth duelling feistily with hers and if he were lucky, tasting her intimately. And yet here he was, those same dress robes now somewhere about his ankles and it was him being tasted intimately. He'd looked at her across the Ice Palace and imagined his mouth and his hands upon her soft skin but save the briefest of contact with her bare shoulder he hadn't touched her at all. That shimmering puddle of silk once more sprang into his mind, pooled about her feet, but it transpired the shimmering puddle of red and white silk, was actually about his own feet, and she was still wearing it. Hermione moaned, the sound exciting him all over again as the vibration travelled from the tip of his cock, seeping back into his body and seeming to touch every nerve he possessed. Whatever guilt he'd felt about being a selfish lover passed as fleetingly as it had appeared.

"MMM soooo gooood." He couldn't withhold the words which escaped his lips, his usually aristocratic tone no more than a quiet hiss.

It was beyond ironic that he should be more concerned about being an inconsiderate sexual partner than the fact that he had been tasked to deal with Hermione Granger in the worst possible way, by the Ministry of Magic's darkest most wanted wizard, that was clearly a very secondary thought and one for now at least he was putting to the very back of his mind.

Hermione could easily have had that meal she mentioned as a Muggle last request, but right now she was devouring something of a vastly different kind and there was no denying just how much she was enjoying it, with or without his more tactile interaction. Perhaps she thought this, or any kind of sex might soften him up, his brain sniggered silently at the notion, the reality of him being soft in any way right now was so far removed from reality it was laughable. A very tiny coherent part of Lucius' brain warned him that sex was an incredibly powerful weapon in the right hands, and Hermione Granger certainly had the hands to use it and was using it very skilfully. Despite having been caught supposedly snooping, the young witch was nobody's fool, but then neither was he. Whatever her reasons for doing what she was right now Lucius Malfoy really didn't care in the slightest what they were, he was going to savour every moment, for now the job he had to do would very much come second, he was certainly going to be coming first.

His blonde head fell backwards, loving the glorious sensation of her hands gliding sensually over his erection. He toyed with the idea of ending the Incarcerous conjunction, but he was relishing the entire scenario far too much, not to mention the tightness it gave her grasp and she was after all going nowhere. He found the notion that she probably wouldn't make any attempt to escape strangely irksome; the idea of chasing her, recapturing her, forcing her back appealing to an extremely dark side of him. He groaned, silently this time.

His cock was swathed in his own pleasure as well her saliva as her strokes increased, alternating between her fettered hands and her mouth. She sucked avidly on him dragging her mouth over his ample length, allowing his cock to slip from the moistness with a gentle pop, her tongue whirling eagerly over the head. His own hands instinctively came to her hair, it remained caught in the elegant chignon, those few escaped tendrils he had replaced, still tucked neatly behind her ear. Lucius impatiently tried to thread his fingers into it, tugging it painfully from the pins which secured it, they scattered across the wooden floor and into the soft rug, until finally the dark wizard could run his fingers through that unruly mane of hers. He buried his hands in the soft brown strands, holding her head and restricting her actions. Her mouth was now solely fixed on him, he could feel the pressure building up inside his body like a volcano about to erupt, but he wanted to savour every minute of her mouth for as long as he could, for as long as she would let him.

Hermione's movements slowed over him once more, allowing that gentle ebbing sensation to engulf him again, his breathing evened out and Lucius smiled smugly to himself. Something told him that even if he hadn't restrained her with a spell, been told to deal with her by Julius Nihil, his evening with Hermione Granger would have still ended up roughly where it was now. Another very dark part of this man couldn't help but wonder how much more enjoyable the forced circumstances had made it. Her tongue and fingertips licked and touched at places that even in his own wildest fantasies he never imagined another person licking or touching, a very different kind of heat suffused his body and his face, as another growling unintelligible moan fell from his lips.

"aah mmm"

Lucius found himself fast losing his self-control, in more ways than one, his usually disciplined body very much in the hands, and mouth of another. His long fingers entwined themselves tighter in her hair and he pulled her head back upwards. Her vixenlike brown gaze collided with his lustful blue grey and he slowly thrust himself deeper into her mouth, his mind plummeting further into the gutter. It was an intoxicating and heady mix of power and eroticism, holding her head, turned it into a dirty, lust driven pleasure and his body responded unreservedly.

"How much can you take?" He drawled softly, his noble tones velvety smooth and raspingly sexy.

Hermione said nothing, he felt her shift her position her lips closing sinfully about him, he would swear she all but smiled at him, around him with a devilish intent, her unseen tongue swirling around his hidden flesh as she took him as far as she could. His cock revelled in the tight constriction of her mouth, feeling her throat and then her teeth, tension seeped into his body and he shifted his own position. She drew the sharp unguarded edges carefully over him, gently grazing his silky veined skin. His cock jerked, the tension oozing from his body in a wet dewy droplet which spilt on to her marauding tongue and she repeated the action, eliciting another bead of tension. A long hiss of undiluted pleasure fell from his lips as the sharpness was replaced once more by the soft wetness of tugging bliss and her equally soft fingers caressing his balls.

His breathing shortened, and he could feel that glorious intensity once again building from deep within his body, he couldn't hold on much longer an involuntary moan escaping him as her mouth took on more purpose. The tremors which had been coursing through him were now building to a tumultuous crescendo, his body convulsing and throbbing in sheer pleasure at her touch and to that wicked mouth of hers. Another moan reverberated along his cock and Lucius glanced down, the look of sheer unadulterated delight on her face pushed him hurtling over the edge with astounding speed.

"I'm going to come."

He offered breathlessly, his fingers tightening in her hair but not securing her head, whatever the circumstances, however dark a path his thoughts took, Lucius would not force her to take his seed in her mouth.

But she didn't pull away, her mouth continued to caress his shaft moving up and down with a mind blowingly rhythmic intensity, her warm hands drifted to all sorts of places, stroking and enticing, her tongue all the while teasing him to come, and he did, with a carnality so powerful and so forceful he cried out loudly. His brain clouded in a fog of erotic sensations as his body was wracked over and over with spasms in an ecstasy that he had not experienced in a very long, this was completely different to the sex they had shared. This pleasure was purely his and it was ceaseless. Lucius tried to control the violence of his movements not wanting to choke her as he thrust into her mouth, but she just seemed to spur him on, drag him in, her encouragement was as unrelenting as his orgasm which continued to spill into her mouth with a burning ferocity. He felt her swallow against each burst, the notion searing through his mind and increasing a gratification which was seemingly infinite.