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So you've given a former Death Eater and the man charged with more than likely inflicting the most deadly of the unforgivable curses on you, a great blow job. What's the plan now the Unspeakable silently asked Hermione Granger. Hermione was hoping that something would come to her, well it certainly had in some ways, but it hadn't aided her situation in the slightest, if only to perhaps prolong the inevitable.
Along with his trousers Hermione was pulled up.
"Well aren't you full of surprises my dear."
Lucius' tone was as clipped and aristocratic as ever, but still a little breathy.
Hermione noticed the merest hint of colour stinging his usually pale cheeks, his blue grey eyes sparkled in the aftermath of his exertion, narrowing as he continued to speak.
"Would you like me to return the favour?"
Despite the inevitable, Hermione's body prickled and burned with excitement at the thought of his head buried between her legs. Tugging that thin strand of ribbon she had insisted he replace, from his long silky blonde hair and watching it splay across her thighs, feeling his hot tongue delve inside her. Heat suffused her, from the tip of her toes, galloping through her body to the very roots of her hair. Her nipples hardened painfully and abraded against the sleek material of her now crumpled dress and Hermione found herself licking her lips. She could still taste him, feel him almost, his hot milky essence bursting over and over into her mouth, she bit down hard on her lip to suffuse any sound escaping.
Lucius muttered something inaudible and moved closer, eradicating the small amount of space between them, the softness of his lips seemed even more ridiculous considering the situation. Hermione assured the Unspeakable that she was just looking for breathing space, something of a paradox considering the fact those incredibly soft lips and the closeness of his body left her almost breathless. His tongue slipped demandingly into her mouth, seeking hers and there was a collective moan as they tangled and twisted around each other.
"Mmmm"
Lucius was the first to speak.
"So that is what I taste like." He observed, his mouth covering hers once more, his tongue slipping much further into hers as if to seek the taste once more.
"Interesting…" He spoke against her lips.
"I'm sure you taste much sweeter." This time he moved his tongue much more suggestively along their slightly parted seam.
Hermione gasped at the innuendo, her hands instinctively coming up to his shoulders. Her brain very slowly registering the fact that they had come up to two different shoulders, the inaudible muttering obviously a finite incantatem. Hermione let her Unspeakable brain begin to race, her hands might be free, something she didn't acknowledge to the dark wizard, but she could still not escape the powerful wards about his room. Not even the Unspeakable could deny that she should definitely prolong the inevitable… in any way that she could.
"You didn't answer my question." He persisted, one of his large hands coming up to cover her breast, the pad of his thumb brushing erotically over the budded peak.
Hermione begrudgingly took a small defiant step back from him, her very feminine brain joining forces with the Unspeakable.
"Aren't we just prolonging the inevitable Lucius? I am sure you have far more important things to be doing."
Her words were as audacious as they were provoking; she noticed his nostrils flare, a slow, very Malfoy sneer curved his sensual mouth and his twinkling blue grey eyes narrowed again. She took a steadying breath as his thumb continued its gentle assault on her breast. Lucius seemed to ponder her words carefully, menace darkening his eyes, perhaps voicing her thoughts was not such a good idea after all.
"What could possibly be more important?
The sneer descended into a self-satisfied smirk, his sinister tone, honeyed and velvety smooth.
"Julius gave me a generic instruction my dear; to deal with you, there were no specifics, he trusts me implicitly, how I choose to deal with you…well that is entirely up to me."
His answer was as flat as it was ambiguous to say the least, but Hermione thought it best not to push her luck too far with him, that Julius Nihil trusted him implicitly was warning enough. They might have enjoyed some pretty hot sex, but clearly she didn't know him at all, only that of course he really hadn't changed. However, all the while Lucius was sexually distracted or otherwise, gave her time to think, maybe something would come up. Oh something was definitely likely to come up, and as far as the Unspeakable was concerned, there was very little thinking going on.
"There's no time frame, we have all the time in the world, well at least until tomorrow morning."
Hermione shifted back into his touch, those two brains of hers were definitely working together now, even if one were a little more focussed than the other, if she could just get him to reveal some more little snippets of information…
RM had taught his agents many important lessons, but two of the most valuable points right at the top of that list were, to always have an escape route and to always weigh up your options, especially in what appeared to be a worst case scenario situation. Well the first lesson was debateable right now, although it was definitely work in progress and despite how things might appear at the moment, tomorrow morning was definitely looking like one of those worse case scenarios. Hermione tried not to focus on either them too much, more clichés filling her head, the fat lady definitely hadn't sung yet, she still had time to turn things around, and she was certainly never saying never. However, in case the fat lady did start shattering some glass and she couldn't turn things around, just because she herself was trapped and was not in a position to capture Julius Nihil or foil his plan come to that, it didn't mean that if she managed to gather some useful intelligence, somebody else couldn't finish the job. All she would need to do was get that useful intelligence back to RM and the Ministry of Magic. Whether it had been by design, by pure chance or just a coincidence that she had found herself here at the Firefly Country Club, Hotel and Spa, Hermione was determined to do her job, one way or another.
"MMM only till Tomorrow morning?" She repeated despondently, hoping to draw him out further.
Lucius glanced over her bare shoulder at an antique clock which sat on the mantle above the fireplace.
"That's 11 hours, before my breakfast meeting."
Hermione yelped as his sharp teeth connected with her bare shoulder, to ask who his breakfast meeting was with would have been far too obvious, although she didn't have to be a genius to work it out. She purposely ignored the subject of the meeting itself.
"The eleventh hour, how very apt."
Just as she had ignored his meeting, he ignored her comment.
"You are being decidedly evasive Hermione."
That was rich coming from him! SHE was being evasive! She wasn't entirely sure how; devilment got the better of her. With no escape route planned and a worse case looming in 10 hours and 58 minutes, a little sparing with the dark wizard was hardly going to make her situation any worse.
"I am in a heavily warded room; I cannot use magic. You have your hand on my breast, your thumb is tormenting my nipple mercilessly, your tongue is in and out of my mouth, and yet I am being evasive, I'm not sure I see that."
His hand squeezed her breast hard in retaliation to her words, his thumb now joined by his forefinger to pinch that tormented nipple, Hermione gasped aloud, her body instinctively arching into him.
"I asked you if you would like me to return the favour, I'm still waiting for a response."
Hermione tried to control her surprise, laughter even. The man had been a Death Eater, he'd had no qualms about inflicting an Incarcerous conjunction on her, and was now, in roughly 10 hours and 56 minutes, more than likely going to subject her to something far worse. They had also shared some incredibly hot sex, but he was actually asking if she would like him to go down on her, it was almost funny, but she didn't dare laugh at him, his tone and his face were deadly serious. Devilment however still danced in her veins and Hermione took the feisty approach, if for no other reason than goad him.
"Lucius, you were a Death Eater, earlier this evening you shackled me without a second thought, and over the last 24 hours we have shared some very hot sex, but you are asking for my permission to perform oral sex?"
Pandering to his considerable ego, even with the truth gilded her words, but she still opted not to out and out laugh at him, however a questioning smile lifted her lips and this time she didn't attempt to conceal her surprise.
Lucius' free hand drifted at a leisurely pace to her covered shoulder, his fingers toying with the silky material. He put the small amount of space back between them, his other hand still almost absently kneading her breast, as he took in her lightly flushed face. Her eyes studied him, curiosity lacing their depths, her chin jutted at and angle which commanded a response, and he felt his recently sated body twitch once more.
"It's the gentlemanly thing to do."
Hermione was even more surprised by his answer than she might have imagined. A plethora of rejoinders racing around in her mind, just how much did she want to provoke him. The Unspeakable all but laughed at her, it was hardly as if she was going to make things any worse. Lucius continued before she had a chance to say anything.
"It isn't an experience some women enjoy, so it's polite to ask."
His hand slid from her breast to caress her hip.
Her surprise turned more to astonishment, this really wasn't a conversation Hermione expected to be having, actually she didn't expect to be having any conversation at all. It just wasn't something she had imagined he would say, let alone be in the least bit concerned about.
"That's true" She said pressing into the warmth of his touch and pressing him.
"But until a short time ago I was restrained, you hardly needed to ask."
His twinkling blue grey eyes darkened, and his sensual mouth set in a thin angry line. Hermione's heart rate accelerated.
"My past is well known, to you probably better than most. I'm not the nicest person that you know, especially not now, but whatever sins or crimes I have committed, I would never force myself upon a woman, not in any way."
And he had accused her of being full of surprises.
Hermione might have been gobsmacked by his open admission, but in all truthfulness she honestly wasn't so shocked that it wasn't something that he would do. It was true she did know better than most about his sins and the heinous crimes of his past, even more so since working for the Ministry, but there had always been an oddly gentlemanly, if not bloody snooty air about the dark wizard. Yes he had been, probably still was, a pureblood supremacist of the highest order, but sexual violence, somehow that seemed to go against his grain. As he'd spoken Hermione had seen something flicker in his face, detected something in his tone, her words were out before she could stop them.
"True or false…" She said bluntly.
"But you wanted me to run didn't you? You wanted me to try and escape so you could force me back."
"True" He said frankly and without preamble,
This was hardly useful intelligence part of her brain chided, not the sort of snippets she could send back to her boss.
"Hmm, now I'm kind of sorry that I didn't."
Hermione realised she had actually voiced her thoughts, his gaze darkening yet further over her. She smiled indifferently at him.
"We all have out fantasies Lucius, some a little darker than others…I didn't ask permission."
She not so carefully brought the conversation back to its original topic, throwing it back at him.
One dark blonde brow rose slowly and then knitted together with the other, furrowing his brow contemplatively.
"Hmm that is also very true, but I think, even without my verbal say so, you could probably tell that I wasn't going to object."
He could almost feel her warm mouth contacting with his flesh for the first time and his cock stirred, he shifted against the movement.
"There was however fleetingly a part of me which wondered if you might bite me in order to try and escape. True or false?"
He turned the tables quickly on her, Hermione knew before the words were out of his mouth what he was going to ask.
"You thought about it didn't you, sinking your teeth into me?"
"True." She admitted with equal candour.
Lucius nodded the merest hint of a smile curving his lips.
"Well I could hardly have blamed you, and nervous as I was there for a minute I have to admit your sharp little teeth scraping along my cock was also incredibly erotic."
His cock continued to throb and twitch at the recollection and Lucius shifted his position once more accommodate his hardening flesh.
Hermione's brown eyes met his. The small space remained between them, his hands were still on her shoulder and her hip, Hermione moved into his body until she was flush against him, feeling his semi aroused body through their clothing.
"But that would have been a very foolish thing to do, cutting of my nose to spite my face,. You already felt and tasted so good; I would have just been depriving myself. So tell me, true of false, did the fear heighten your arousal?"
"True" He replied quickly through clenched teeth.
"Although I am sure you felt that. You have a very intuitive mouth my dear, and a particularly skilled tongue."
Hermione pressed her body harder against his, stretching so that her mouth reached his ear.
"I have a feeling that you do to Lucius, if you still want my permission, then I would love to see your blonde head buried between my legs."