Chapter Thirteen

*Lemons – If you don't like, please skip to the next chapter*

The second the couple entered Clopin's tent, his lips crashed against hers. Hermione let out a loud moan before flinging her arms around his neck. She could feel a fire raging in her blood, although she admittedly didn't know if it was the alcohol or not. Smirking into the kiss, the young witch took a page out of Clopin's book and gently bit his lower lip, drawing a low groan out of the man. Pleased with herself, she tenderly soothed his lip with her tongue before he pulled her against his chest even tighter than before.

Hermione removed his hat, carefully placing it on his sewing table before threading her fingers into her husband's hair. His hands felt warm on her waist as he pulled her even closer. Removing one hand from his hair, Hermione clutched at his tunic as their tongues danced with one another. Slowly pulling apart, Clopin whispered against her lips.

"Turn around, mon amour."

Slowly doing as he asked, Hermione turned and closed her eyes as she felt his warm hands easing the buttons of her dress undone. The buttons ended at the bottom of her spine and she loved the warmth that danced across her skin when his fingers would brush against her as he fiddled with them. When the last one was free, Hermione half expected him to push her dress off of her. Hearing him kneel instead confused her until he pressed a few kisses against her spine. Gasping loudly, she had to fight to remain upright.

His lips travelled up her spine, sending shudders down it and making goose bumps rise across her skin. Slowly, almost torturously, Clopin made his way up her spine until he was stood behind her once again. Keeping his lips against her skin, he decorated her back, shoulders and neck in kisses. Leaning back slightly, Hermione couldn't stop her head from falling back against his shoulder, giving him better access to her throat.

Gently kissing her throat, Hermione gasped when he sucked at the juncture between her neck and shoulder. She was certain he was going to leave a mark, that was probably his intent. Moaning as he traced the mark with his tongue, Hermione was barely keeping herself standing when he whispered into her ear.

"I've been told there is something I have to find underneath your dress, femme."

Blinking, Hermione tried to push her way through the lustful fog in her mind to figure what he was talking about. In a flash, Clopin was knelt down in front of her, lifting her skirt up. Laughing, she quickly gasped when his teeth found her garter. Pulling it down, he had her step out of it as he backed away with a wicked grin. Smirking, Hermione took it off of him and threw it behind her shoulder, forgotten before it hit the ground.

Cupping his jaw, Hermione pressed her lips against his in a fierce battle for dominance. There was something quite alluring about Clopin being on his knees before her. Smirking slightly, she bit his lip once again. Chuckling as he groaned, Hermione pulled back to see his face.

Hermione would freely admit that she had no experience when it came to the opposite sex. She had been best friends with Harry and Ron but never felt anything other than friendship towards the pair of them. She had always been in the library whenever the girls in her year were busy hiding in empty passageways with their boyfriends. The furthest she had ever gone would be the chaste kisses from Viktor Krum in her fourth year.

Biting her lip, she hoped that Clopin didn't mind her inexperience. In her daze, she hadn't realised that Clopin had stood up until he cupped her face gently. Pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, he pulled back just enough to look her in the eye.

"Remove the glamours, chérie."

Hermione was stunned speechless. Blinking rapidly, she tried to figure out if she had heard him properly. Clopin raised an eyebrow at her but remained silent, waiting for her to do as he had asked. He must have seen her confusion as he smiled softly.

"I married Hermione Granger. It's her I wish to see right now."

Dumbly nodding, she removed her glamours. Her hair turned back into its wild brown curls, her eyes changed back to their bright amber and her skin was paler than ever. Pausing for a moment, she bit her lip. Clopin knew what she was thinking.

"All of them, mon amour."

Taking a deep breath, she nodded as she removed the glamours from her scars. The one on her throat was the most obvious, but slowly the scars on her arm and torso revealed themselves beneath her clothing. Letting out a shuddering breath, Hermione blushed at the heated gaze from Clopin.

"Beautiful." He murmured as he brushed a curl out of her face and claimed her lips once more. Before she lost all state of mind, she cast a quick muggle-repelling charm to make sure no one walked in on her without her glamours. It would still allow the others to call out to them if there was an emergency though.

As Clopin's tongue swept through her mouth, Hermione smirked as an idea came to mind as she moved her hands to the bottom of Clopin's shirt. Gathering the fabric in her hands, she slowly lifted it up, urging him to remove the offending item. Pulling back slightly, Clopin pulled the tunic over his head and discarded it before diving back for more. With access to his bare torso, Hermione's hands explored as she moaned against his mouth.

Her husband's lean build was slowly studied by her curious hands. Slowly exploring every inch of his torso found Hermione hungry for more. Surprised by this, she paused for only a moment before Clopin regained her attention by making his way back down her neck. Kissing all the way down to where the dress covered her chest, he played with the seam before making his way back up.

Hermione was panting heavily and the night hadn't even really begun. Clopin's hands trailed up and down her waist as he continued to kiss every inch of skin available to him without removing her dress completely. Knees buckling, Hermione was glad that he caught her before she fell on her arse.

Chuckling, Clopin picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Sitting her down on the edge, he knelt before her, staring up at her in adoration. Hermione blushed radiantly but smiled back at him. With their gazes locked on each other, Clopin slowly eased his hands up her calves, caressing the soft skin before carefully removing each shoe.

Hermione was unable to hold back the laughter when he tickled her foot. Pouting, she rolled her eyes when he chuckled before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Hermione spread her knees slightly apart so that Clopin was kneeling comfortably between them. He cupped her cheeks gently in his hands before pressing his forehead against hers.

"My people bow to me, I bow to you, and only you, ma Reine."

Hermione's eyes glistened with happy tears as she closed her eyes and smiled. It would take her a while before she would get used to being called a Queen but she found she loved it when it came from Clopin. Hermione grinned as she cradled his face in her hands.

"I love you, mon Roi."

The pair grinned at one another before they leaned into each other. Each caress of their lips reminded Hermione of what she had gained. A loving husband, a family. Beaming brightly, she couldn't help but smirk as he gasped against her whenever she licked his lip.

"Are you going to help me out of this gown, mon amour? Or am I going to have to do it myself?"

Hermione raised a challenging eyebrow and could have sworn Clopin's eyes darkened with lust. However, he didn't remove the gown, not yet. He tackled the pins that held her hair in the messy bun first, although Hermione was sure that her hair was already practically out of it anyway. Clopin's hands caressed her shoulders before slowly easing the dress off. Pulling her arms out of the sleeves, Hermione couldn't stop the blush as she was left with her chest bare to him.

Taking a hold of her arm, he gently pressed a few kisses against her 'mudblood' scar. Hermione's breath hitched at the gesture before she smiled warmly at him. He then pressed a kiss against the scar on her throat. She vaguely wondered if he was going to kiss the scar on her torso, reminding her that her chest was now exposed.

Her husband's hands captured hers when she automatically moved to cover herself, a distinctive pink blush on her cheeks. His gaze never leaving hers. Helping her to remove the dress, Clopin was gentle as he laid the garment on the floor, out of the way. Completely bare to her husband had Hermione blushing up a storm but with a burst of confidence, she leaned forward to remove his belt.

Clopin remained still as his wife fumbled with his belt. Hermione tried her best but the bloody thing just wouldn't budge. Glancing up at him, she gave him a look that said to remove it before she destroyed it. Chuckling softly, he stood and complied quickly whilst she removed his mother's necklace and placed it gently on the bedside table. Hermione then took the opportunity to kneel before him and help him out of his boots. Looking up at her husband's face, she bit her lip as she then gripped the waistband of his trousers.

Clopin brushed her hands away. Hermione looked up at him in confusion but quickly found herself pushed down onto the bed with his lips against hers. Lost in the kiss, Hermione was dazed when he pulled back, pushing himself up on his right elbow as he lay next to her. Before she could mutter a word, Clopin gently palmed her breast. Throwing her head back against the pillow, she let out a loud moan. Breathing heavily, Hermione almost swore when he clasped his lips around her nipple.

Batting it with his tongue, Hermione was sure she was going to go mad when she felt his hand sliver down her waist, to her legs. Gulping, Hermione couldn't help but tense her legs, unsure what he was doing. In response, Clopin sucked harshly on her breast, making her cry out as she threaded her hands into his hair, keeping him in place. Taking the opportunity, he cupped her sex, drawing out a groan from them both.

"Tu es si humide, mon amour."

Hermione couldn't be certain what he said but it sounded filthy and she loved it. Groaning, she felt his fingers caress her until he found the little bundle of nerves that sent Hermione soaring. She could feel him smirk against her breast but she didn't care. She had never felt pleasure like this before and she was going to make the most of it. Unknowingly, she had begun to move her hips against his hand. Gasping, Hermione felt him insert a finger, making him curse loudly.

"Putain, tu es serré."

Clopin abandoned her breasts in order to watch her facial expressions. Blushing, she tried to close her eyes but he would stop moving his hand until she opened them. Getting the picture, she tried not to blush as she kept her gaze on him. As his movements sped up, Hermione found the tension inside building up. She knew she was close to an orgasm when Clopin leaned towards her ear and nipped her earlobe.

"Cum for me, chérie."

Like a dam burst, Hermione cursed loudly as she fell apart. Breathless, the young witch looked up at Clopin's smug look before she pulled his head towards her and sealed their lips together. Thrusting her tongue into his mouth, she was able to make him groan as her hands pulled on his trousers.

"Get them off, mari. Before I turn them to ash."

Clopin chuckled but quickly removed the clothing, knowing his wife really would set them alight. Hermione moved to sit up but he pushed her back down as he removed his final piece of clothing. She was blushing up a storm but had very little care for it, she wanted him and she wanted him now.

Clopin moved so that he was hovering just above her. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her legs so that he wouldn't be uncomfortable. As he lowered himself slightly, Hermione gasped at the sensation of their skin making contact. Groaning, she tilted her head to catch his lips once more.

He nudged her legs apart slightly more before he pressed himself against her. Moaning loudly, Hermione jerked her hips impatiently. Chuckling, Clopin pushed his cock inside her slowly, wanting to draw out the sensation for her. His chuckles quickly stopped when he met her barrier. He didn't say anything but he did pause. Hermione knew what he was thinking and rolled her eyes at him.

"I said that my society doesn't expect women to be virgins when they marry, I never said I wasn't one. Did you not notice that I wasn't wearing a shawl at the church?" Clopin groaned before he rested his forehead against hers.

"Such a gift. Non, femme, I honestly didn't notice."

Hermione didn't say anything as he pushed through her barrier. It was clear that he hadn't wanted to hurt her but it was a necessary evil. A quick thrust and her virginity was gone. Clopin paused, waiting for her to get used to him but was surprised by the small smirk on her face.

"Are you alright, amour?" Hermione nodded.

"Just a little uncomfortable, nothing like the screaming agony that so many women had told me to expect. Bunch of cowards, I'm telling you."

The couple chuckled at Hermione's words but slowly stopped as Clopin began to slowly thrust inside her. Groaning loudly, Hermione met his thrusts awkwardly but fervently. It wasn't long before they were both a moaning mess. Holding him tight to her, Hermione tried her best to keep up with his thrusts. Clopin's forehead rested on her shoulder as he hitched her leg up over his hip.

"Putain, tu te sens bien." Clopin groaned.

Hearing the dirty words whispered in her ear made Hermione tighten around him, causing him to grunt at the sensation. It would appear that Hermione had a kink for dirty talk, especially in French. She could feel her husband's wicked grin against her skin as he increased the speed. Moaning even louder than before, she arched her back, making him hit a brand-new spot inside her that was close to sending her over the edge.

"Clopin! Fuck!" Hermione gasped, digging her nails into his back, urging him to go faster. Obeying his wife's silent command, Clopin increased his speed and roughness.

He didn't want to be too rough with her, considering it was her first time, but he just couldn't help himself. Practically pounding into her, he relished in how tight and wet she was. He knew he was close but wanted her to cum before him. Clopin would be damned if his wife didn't cum at least once more.

Hermione cried out as he bit her neck, sending her over the edge. Clopin had slowed down his movements, making her orgasm last even longer than before. Letting out a shuddering breath, Hermione knew that he had yet to feel the same pleasure he had given her. Biting her lip, a position that she had been told about came to mind.

Pulling Clopin's lips against hers, she used the distraction to her advantage. Rolling the both of them over, Hermione was now on top. Moaning at the new angle, she bit her lip as she placed her hands on Clopin's chest. He snapped out of his surprise and grasped her hips to help her move. Awkward at first, Hermione quickly caught on how to make her husband groan when she intentionally tightened her walls around his cock.

Grinning at the new find, she would alternate between squeezing and riding him. The combination of the two was enough to make her reach her peak once again. Throwing her head back, she rode him for all she was worth. His warm hands never moved from her hips as he helped her with the movement.

Hermione could feel him tense beneath her, almost there. Grinning, she doubled her efforts, she was determined to give him the same enjoyment he gave her. The sounds of their laboured breathing and the smacking of their skin echoed throughout the tent. Clopin grunted as she tightened around him again. Abruptly, he sat up.

Hermione moaned loudly as this allowed him to hit that spot inside her whilst grinding her clit at the same time. Feeling her pleasure double, the young witch knew that this was a fight that she was going to lose. Clopin's lips crashed against hers as he pulled her hips even harder against his. Biting her bottom lip, he smirked before whispering in her ear.

"One more, mon amour."

Sucking on her neck, Clopin cursed as she squeezed his cock, throwing her head back as she screamed. Grunting, Clopin found his own release.

Huffing and puffing, the couple breathed out a small chuckle before Clopin fell back against the bed, pulling Hermione down with him. Hermione winced as his dick left her but it was only a split-second uncomfortable feeling. Lying on Clopin's chest, she tried to calm her breathing down.

"That was something else, chérie."

Hermione looked up at her husband and grinned. Pushing herself up, she brushed her lips against his softly. Pulling back slightly, she nodded.

"Oui, mon amour. It certainly was. However,' She gave him a dirty smile, making him wonder what she was up to. 'we have all night."

Pressing a firm kiss against his throat, Hermione slowly travelled down to his chest. Clopin chuckled.

"We certainly do, femme. We certainly do."