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WARNING.
WARNING.
WARNING.
This chapter features explicit sexual content!
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Damn, you guys have NO IDEA how long I've been waiting to write those words. XD I am so sorry it has taken so long to update. This chapter was a lot of work but I really hope the end result is worth the wait.
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It was very late at night when Hermione was awoken by a powerful urge to go for a walk on the seventh floor. She slipped on her dressing gown and headed down the long spiral stairs, not feeling the cold that permeated the castle.
The moving stairways were empty, and the seventh floor corridor deserted. Most sensible people would be in bed at this hour.
On the wall, Barnabas the Barmy was still facing the consequences of his actions. She walked past the painting three times, and a door appeared.
She went in.
The Room of Requirement was starkly different to when she had seen it last. The bunk beds and house banners were gone. Instead, there was luxury and comfort. There were wing-backed armchairs dotted throughout the room and bookshelves lined the walls. A stone fireplace held a roaring fire that gave light and warmth. At one end of the room, there was a raised dais with a magnificent four-poster bed upon it.
Lucius Malfoy stood near the bed. He looked all around him with wonder. The pale green velvet of his robes shimmered in the firelight and trailed far behind him. His long platinum hair flowed down past his shoulders.
She didn't feel the slightest bit surprised to see him; in fact, she would have felt more surprised if he had not been there.
Lucius had noticed her presence and half-turned to face her. A moment of surprise, followed by quiet joy.
"What is this place?" His tone was hushed with awe. "It appears to be some sort of conjurer's den."
"It's the Room of Requirement." Hermione explained as she slowly walked up to him. "Haven't you heard of it?" The blond shook his head. "It's the Come and Go Room, Lucius. It gives people what they need."
He nodded his head slowly, and reached out to touch the great crimson curtains on the bed. When they did not disappear under his fingers, he frowned.
"And why are you here, Hermione Granger?"
"Probably because we need each other."
Red tinged Lucius' cheeks and he turned to fully face her. "Ah. Yes. Are you sure, Hermione?"
She nodded. "I am. And what about you?"
His embarrassment notwithstanding, his reply was firm. "I am." A faint smile curved his lips.
She stepped closer to him and reached out her hands. He took them.
She looked up at his handsome face, watching the same thoughts flicker behind his eyes.
It was strange. She'd wanted this man for weeks. She still did. But now that she was here, knowing he wanted her back, lust wasn't at the forefront of her mind. What dominated her thoughts was something different, but no less welcome.
Joy.
What was between them was more than just desire. She genuinely wanted to know every inch of this man. She had every intentions of giving him the best sex of his life. Likewise, she had every confidence that he would satisfy her. More than that, though, she just wanted them to be together. In the most intimate, honest way possible.
Her hand came to rest on his cheek. She exhaled in a soft sigh of longing. As one, they drew closer for a kiss. Soft and unassuming, at first. It didn't stay that way for long, and that was mostly her fault. She couldn't resist flickering her tongue against his. Entwining her arms around his neck.
They broke apart. Or, more accurately, Lucius gently untangled her arms from him and broke the kiss, but not before she pressed her lips to his cheeks, his nose...
Turning his face away from her insistent kisses with a smile, he asked, "Have you had your potions this month? I've not had mine."
Hermione paused, her mouth still against his jaw.
Shit.
There was a smug little rustle behind them. They turned to see that next to the bed a little table had appeared. On the table were two vials which unmistakably held contraceptive potions.
Lucius coughed. Hermione resumed kissing him, only this time, she was smiling.
"They take a while to become effective though, don't they?" Hermione mused, between kisses.
"About half an hour, I believe." Lucius said. He was now blushing and looking anywhere else but at her. Or at the potions. For some reason, the idea of them being in a quasi-sentient room while they did this was a bit strange to him. It wasn't for her. At least, no stranger than the rest of her life. Hermione Granger's world had become a truly magical place.
Hermione's smile became a wicked grin. "I'm sure we can find something to do."
Kissing him was enough. For longer than she would have believed, it was enough.
His lips on hers… it was a heady, intoxicating feeling. She kissed him with deliberate slowness. Lapped her tongue against his lower lip until his mouth fell open and she could deepen the kiss.
She could never get tired of this.
His hands fell to her hips. She gave a squeal as he lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Kissing him suddenly became much easier. His hands cupped her ass to help her keep her balance. Or perhaps he just wanted to touch her there. She certainly wasn't begrudging him.
Her hands explored beneath his robes and she found silk pajamas. Of course. She had to admit, silk was sensual in a way nothing else was. It didn't leave much to the imagination either. Beneath her hands, she could feel his chest… and yes, an erection pressed against her, demanding her attention. She moved against him, very slowly.
She felt him groan his approval against her lips. It was a beautiful sound. Yes, more of that, please.
It occurred to Hermione that she had a lot of catching up to do. Last night at the Ministry, Lucius had held her in the palm of his hand, and she hadn't been able to return the favour. Those stupid, beautiful robes of his had made it pretty much impossible for her to touch him at all. Tonight was her opportunity to regain a little pride. And to bring him a bit of satisfaction in the process.
His hands fluttered to her chest. She pushed them away with a smirk. "No, Lucius. I don't think so."
"Oh. You've changed your mind?" He asked, sounding more than a little disappointed.
"No, Lucius. I haven't changed my mind at all. I was just thinking I'd like to do something else at the moment."
The disappointment faded, replaced by eagerness and curiosity. "What did you have in mind?"
Hermione smiled.
"Do you trust me?" She asked him.
"With my life." He said. He was being totally serious.
"Okay, let me down." He did, and she pointed to the bed. "Lay down, Lucius. Make yourself at home."
He obeyed. He laid down and folded his hands behind his head. It was a beautiful sight. Six foot of wizard, patiently waiting for her to join him in bed. His robes splayed underneath him. Where they parted, she could see the black of his pajamas. His platinum hair fanned beneath his head. He almost looked too good to touch. Almost.
But first.
Hermione turned to face the door.
She'd never gotten a lot of practice with this, but she'd listened to Neville talk about it. The focussing of the mind was much the same principle of wordless spellcasting and apparition. The feeling of need had to be almost tangible. She let it rise within her. Just to be sure, she vocalised it.
"I absolutely and indisputably require that this room be impenetrable." Hermione said firmly. "Under no circumstances should anyone be allowed in here."
The Room got the message. Before her very eyes, great beams of wood materialised to bar the doors. Chains as thick as her torso crisscrossed the door with a heavy clank. The sound was very satisfying. Feeling strangely like an afterthought, a padlock blinked into existence. It didn't have a hole for a key.
She put her hands on her hips with a wicked smile. Right. That should do it.
Behind her, Lucius spoke. Concern coloured his voice. "Dearest, what was all that noise?"
"Oh! I was just making sure we won't be disturbed." She said breezily.
Their privacy secured, she went to lay down beside him. Or tried to. He pulled her down into his arms the moment she approached the bed.
Just to be safe, she asked, "Right, well, is there anything you really don't want to do?"
Lucius blinked. "I… well, I don't want to be undressed. I'd prefer to keep my robes on."
That was a shame. She'd really wanted to see him naked, but she'd had partners who liked to leave some clothes on. Especially on the first night.
Hermione shrugged. "If that's what you prefer."
"Yourself?"
"I like a lot of things." Hermione said thoughtfully. "Just don't put your dick in my arse and everything will be just fine."
It was a good thing she'd said this to him while he was already laying down, "I… my…. In your…?"
She smiled. "Oh yes. But it didn't work out."
Lucius didn't seem to know how to respond to this. At last, he said, "Well, to each their own, I suppose."
She nodded, appreciating the sentiment, then kissed him. Their minds turned to other things almost immediately. She ran her hands over his chest, savouring the play of silk over skin.
She pushed against his shoulder as they kissed, and he got the hint and laid back. In a smooth motion she rose up and straddled him without breaking the kiss. She could feel him pressing into her even more from this position, and she relished in it. They kissed for a while longer like this before she broke it and kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck. She kissed down his body at regular intervals until she reached his waist.
She looked up at him and saw that he was watching with bated breath. Without breaking eye contact, she kissed over his bulge and felt it twitch slightly against her lips. His stomach quivered and he bit his lip. She couldn't help the grin that spread across her lips.
Without much teasing, she pulled him out of his trousers. Hermione had to bite off a groan at the sight of it. God, even his cock was gorgeous. Thick, with a head that made her mouth water.
She let her hands do whatever they wanted. Exploring him, trailing fingers from head to base and then wrapping around him and giving an experimental squeeze.
Fuck yes.
She looked up at him and saw that his cheeks were red. His eyes kept drifting closed even as his hands reached for her. She gently pushed them away.
"Lucius…" She said softly. "Later."
He nodded sharply and she continued her work, moving a hand up and down on velvety skin until she found a rhythm he liked. She was vaguely aware that she was barely breathing. There was something so fulfilling about watching his eyes close, his breath quicken, his hips twitch up and into her waiting hand as her hands glided up and down him. It only made her want to please him more. Trying not to disturb him, she moved down the bed until she drew level with his cock.
She gave him a kiss right on the tip. Her eyes drew closed and she lapped at the head.
Lucius inhaled sharply. His eyes closed in bliss. His hands curled into claws and dug at the sheets. Good.
Hermione amused herself there for a while. She was in no rush and she'd been waiting a long time for this. Open mouthed kisses on the head of his cock. Swirling her tongue to savour the faintly salty taste of his precum.
He groaned her name.
For the first time, she sucked his head into her mouth and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. Yes. Slowly, she bobbed up and down on him. She took him by the base with one hand and gave him a slow squeeze.
Releasing him with a wet pop, Hermione looked up at Lucius. "More?"
Biting his lip, he gave a shaky nod. Hands pushed at the back of her head. Hermione knew it wasn't his fault, that it was just instinct, but she really didn't like it. She gave his thigh a warning swat, and when his hands crept back a few seconds later, they were gentle, encouraging. She hollowed her cheeks and kept going, gliding further and further down him with each bob of her head until she'd taken him in entirely.
He was babbling. "Enchantress- perfect, oh perfect-" She hummed with approval. Her mouth was still filled with him and he gasped. "Aphrodite."
And because that was really very sweet of him, she decided to give him what he wanted. What he didn't know to ask for. She looked up at him, caught his clouded eyes with her own and slowly, luxuriously, swallowed on the head of his cock.
His eyes rolled up in the back of his head and his entire body shuddered. His hands fluttered frantically on the back of her head. He hadn't come yet, but he belonged to her. Body and soul. Still looking up at him, she did it again. He hissed and rolled his hips up into her. She let him do it. He was no longer speaking in english, or any language that anyone knew, aside from lovers.
His cock twitched. She saw the exact moment he came undone. He choked midway through a gasp and moaned her name, and a second later came into her mouth in jerking spurts.
She swallowed him down and lapped down the last of him with a few slow kisses.
What she wanted to do, what her body was screaming at her to do, was to throw a leg over him, mount him, and ride him into oblivion. He was still hard. But he was still tossing his head from side to side with a stupid, beautiful, grin on his face, and she knew he wasn't ready for that just now.
So instead, Hermione slid up his body and cuddled him, kissing his face in his afterglow until he came back to himself. His cheeks, his nose, his forehead. She stroked his hair; he'd tangled it in his thrashing, but it was still soft as silk. All this, while desperately trying to ignore her throbbing arousal and the wetness she could feel on her thighs.
Groaning, he pulled her into an open mouthed kiss. They broke for breath and he said, "You are an evil woman."
Hermione laughed lightly. She was feeling a little dazed herself. "I'm so, so sorry. I promise never to do it again-" And was immediately cut off by an appalled Lucius covering her mouth with kisses.
"Ah- please don't make such promises."
Gladly.
She took him in for a moment. His perfect euphoria. His complete ease. "Lucius, no-one's ever done that for you before, have they?"
Lucius' forehead creased in a little frown, or tried to. The haze of orgasm still lay over him. "Hermione, I don't think any Pureblood has ever had that done for them before. At least, no Pureblood man."
That seemed too strange. She'd grown up in a culture where women were expected to give blowjobs. The idea that someone could be married for twenty years and not have one seemed strange to her.
"How? Do you just…" A very unwelcome image of sheets with little holes cut into them came to mind, and Hermione had to grimace.
Lucius hesitated, and Hermione knew that he was embarrassed. She prompted him, "Lucius, you've just come down my throat. We're lying here waiting for the contraceptive potions to work. I think we can talk about sex."
He went fire-engine red. She'd once thought it wasn't a flattering colour on him. Back when they'd barely known one another. How wrong she'd been. Blushing was probably Lucius' best look. The fact that his erect cock was still out of his trousers only helped.
Hermione enjoyed the effect so much, in fact, that she decided to provoke him further. "We don't really have time for an essay, Lucius. I suppose we could always have a practical demonstration...?" As she teased him, her hands traced idle patterns on his chest, before venturing down once more.
"Perhaps a little lower- ah!" He caught up her hands, kissed them, and quite firmly pushed them away from him. "I see how much danger I am in, now. I have already reached completion before you. That is absolutely disgusting manners. You won't trick me into it again, Hermione Granger." She laughed at him, and was rewarded by more of that sweet redness. "And if you must know, sex among Purebloods is based on soundest medical knowledge. As a muggleborn, I assumed you would practice it the same way. I know how highly muggles regard the medical sciences."
Hermione was very, very confused. "What does not sucking dick have to do with science?"
"It is simple. I was a married man for many years. Among Pureblooded married couples, the primary purpose of sex is procreation- Hermione, must I cover myself-? Why ask me questions if you are going to make it impossible for me to give you an answer? Thank you. As I was saying. The purpose of sex is to have children. It is common knowledge that women are more… shall we say gifted? Yes. Women are more gifted in terms of sexual potential. A man's seed is at its most potent the first time he ejaculates, and many men are cursed with only being able to do so once during intercourse. A witch, however, is the exact opposite. She can climax multiple times, and to do so prompts the dropping of the egg, and greatly increases fertility. To give his wife children is one of the most sacred duties of a husband. To waste his seed prematurely would be neglectful."
Parts of that were… sort of true. Even if the way it was framed was very outdated.
It put Hermione in a pretty awkward position, because Lucius' (very sweet) ignorance stood to directly benefit her.
Still, for a difficult moment she weighed up the possibility of explaining ovulation cycles to him, and cervical positioning, before finally deciding to ask, "Lucius… where did you hear all this?"
"Everywhere. Every Pureblood knows it. They taught it in Hogwarts, back in my father's day, as part of Magical Society Studies, back before the Ministry removed it as a course."
Jesus. They had taught this in schools?
"Well… we're not trying to have children. So we don't need to worry about any of that."
Lucius did not budge. His lips were drawing in a line which Hermione knew meant there would be no convincing him. "Whether we are trying or not is immaterial. Hermione, you are a bad influence. If you must do… that remarkable thing you did just now, you will only do it after I have done my part. I will have your word on this."
Well, no-one could say that she hadn't genuinely tried. It occurred to Hermione just then that the time had come to respect his cultural traditions by letting him give her multiple orgasms.
"Okay Lucius. We can do that."
A slow, beautiful smile came over his face. It would have looked innocent, if not for the look in his eyes and the excited twitch she felt beneath his waist.
"What about muggles?" He asked. "How… how do muggles…?"
"Have sex, you mean?" She asked, and he nodded. "Well, it involves people who want to be there, and everyone has a lovely time."
He seemed dubious. "That seems… very simple."
"It should be." Hermione said. She wriggled further into his arms and sighed when he kissed her forehead. "Sometimes things get complicated, or someone makes a mistake and does something their partner doesn't like. But as long as everyone communicates, sex usually works out."
He smiled slowly. "When you put it that way, it sounds… liberating. To have sex without expectations."
"There's the expectation of respect. But it sounds like Purebloods have that as well. Aside from that, I find that going into things with a set idea of how it's going to turn out can just spoil the fun. It's about the journey."
"Whatever you say." He agreed.
At this point, it occurred to her that she was woefully overdressed.
She stood up on the bed. Maybe she looked a little silly. She didn't care. She slipped off her nightgown and threw it… somewhere.
She hadn't exactly been planning a seduction this evening. Scotland was freezing cold pretty much all year round. So instead of lace and silk, Hermione wore flannelette pajamas under her dressing gown. Underneath that, a plain camisole to trap the heat.
Unwelcome annoyance stirred within her. She wished that for something as important as their first time together, she'd happened to be in an outfit as fantastic and flattering as his. But no. Her pajamas were tartan, for goodness' sake. She supposed she should be grateful she wasn't wearing her fluffy socks.
Lucius didn't seem to care. He'd seen her in elegant dresses, Fairy-made robes, and even muggle jeans. Hell, he'd even stripped her to her waist. But he hadn't seen her in nightclothes before. As he stared, his eyes darkened, and his lips parted.
She sank down onto her knees beside him. He lay on his back mere inches away. The idea of taking her clothes off while he watched made her quiver with want. Her hands went to the front of her shirt, then stilled.
Maybe he'd like to do the honours. "Lucius, do you want to undress me?"
He nodded mutely. He rose up on his knees and suddenly he was towering over her. His face was… graver than what she had expected. The impish curiosity he'd sometimes shown her was gone. Long fingers started slowly, carefully unbuttoning her shirt and sliding the fabric from her shoulders.
He slid a thumb beneath the thin fabric of her camisole and fell totally still. He didn't seem to be breathing.
"It's alright, Lucius." She said kindly. "I won't bite-"
She wasn't sure how exactly it happened. One moment he was slipping her camisole up and over her head. The next he was kissing her, hand cupping her cheek even as he laid her down and hovered over her, bracing himself with his free hand. He kissed her long and deep, then made his way down her neck, sucking gentle kisses into the skin.
He drew back for a moment to take her in. Hermione let him. It was only fair. She'd spent the entire night staring at him and besides, she liked her breasts.
Judging by the look on his face, Lucius felt much the same way.
"I believe we were interrupted, last night." Lucius Malfoy said at last. "I was not finished."
"Me neither." Hermione said without thinking. She flashed him a cheeky grin, to be sure he'd know what she meant.
He got the picture, if his slow smirk was anything to go by. Then his gaze turned thoughtful as it fell to her chest again. "Hermione," he asked slowly, "Would that be enough for you? Could you climax from that alone?"
Her heart skipped a beat. She shifted a little on the bed. Excitement. Nerves, but the good kind.
Sheer fucking lust.
"I don't know." She said truthfully. "But I'd be interested to find out."
Lucius lowered his lips to hers for a sultry kiss, then trailed his way to her neck. His teeth grazed her there, whether by accident or by design she didn't know. Either way, she loved it. He must have noticed, because he did it again, only with enough force to make her heart pound and wring a groan out of her. A masculine hum of approval registered, if only barely. It became a vicious cycle of sucking the sensitive skin until she whined and craned her neck in a plea, before biting down. Hard. Every now and then, he would turn her face and his mouth would torment the other side of her throat.
I'm going to be so bruised tomorrow. And I just don't care.
Sometimes, she would feel his eyes on her. She wondered what she must look like. Naked to her waist, soaking wet and gasping for breath. Her face felt like it was on fire.
A cool breath blew on her tingling, abused skin, and then it was over. Her eyes snapped open to see him smirking and she almost complained, until she saw his gaze move down to her chest and she snapped her mouth shut.
If she'd harboured any hopes that last night's 'entertainment' might have given her some sort of resistance to his abilities, she was forced to give them up over the next few minutes. His mouth on her nipples remained one of the most exquisite pleasures she'd ever experienced. That sinful mouth coupled with the dextrous twisting, tugging and pinching fingers… it was enough to reduce her to a mewling, desperate mess.
When he traded nipples, she pulled his bangs out of his way and watched him work. His eyes were closed blissfully as he pleasured her. She hadn't thought it was possible for her to get any wetter, but somehow the sight of Lucius sucking on her tits managed it.
A particularly sharp pinch had her whimpering his name and tightening her hand in his hair. His eyes opened to meet hers, and he smiled around her flesh and nipped the tip of her breast. Her back arched at the sensation and his grin widened.
"Lucius, I need more," she panted. "Please, I can't - oh, that's wonderful, but-"
He chuckled. "Darling witch. So impatient."
Even so, his hand slipped downwards. If she hadn't already been on her back, she would have collapsed in relief. It didn't last long. His fingers traced her navel, the gentle swell of her belly, and her body trembled in yearning.
Christ God, touch me.
Her legs were already spread open (when had that happened?) but she let them fall open even further. She wasn't embarrassed. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. This was her, and this was Lucius. He cupped her sex with a gentle hand and her need soared. She had to hold herself back from taking him by the hand and guiding him to where she needed him.
Lucius traced her swollen sex, lidded eyes on her face the whole time. Arousal had made her sensitive enough that even this made her toss her head from side to side. He slid his fingers up her slit, hissing at how wet she was.
"Hermione…" He murmured. "You are precious. Here…"
His thumb ghosted over her clit. She heard a guttural moan as her mind focussed to a fine point, and suddenly all that mattered was her, Lucius, and his hand between her legs. He moved over her in languorous circles, coaxing her, teasing her, delighting her.
It was incredible, but it only made her more desperate. The deep, thudding pulse between her legs only grew sharper with every heartbeat. She needed him.
"Fuck." Her voice was a rasp. God, her throat hurt. "Lucius, fuck me."
He didn't. Bastard. Cruel, horrible, gorgeous man, he completely ignored her. She got the distinct impression that he wanted her to beg for it. Instead, his thumb started moving in a serpentine pattern that crossed her eyes. Still, he didn't fuck her and at this point her need was bordering on painful.
She wrenched her eyes open to glare at him. He laughed. It was such a sweet, loving sound that she could hardly even be angry with him for it.
"You are perfect." He said. "Are you quite sure you're ready?"
She nodded hard enough to hurt her neck.
A slow smile, and a fingertip pressed against her entrance. She could have cried. She might have been crying. Relief flooded through her.
He pressed inwards.
It was slow. His fingers were large, so she supposed he was being careful. He needn't have bothered. She took him in with ease. Chest heaving, she relished every second of it. A feeling like nothing else.
And then he found the place that made her legs turn to jelly, and suddenly she was at his mercy. Massaging against it with fast, repetitive motions. She moaned and pleaded, and finally a second finger joined the first inside her.
She gave herself over completely and worked her hips against him, fucking his hand with as much force as she could bring to bear. He let her do it. His thumb still traced her clit, even as he murmured a constant stream of praise. Reassurance.
It was more than she could stand. She'd wanted her first orgasm with Lucius to be with him inside her, but there was no helping that now.
Come now. Fuck him later.
"Lucius… I'm going to…"
"Wait." He said, stilling his fingers. Something in his voice cut through the haze of desire and she was able to focus on what he was saying. "Not yet, precious…"
He lowered his face to her sex. God, he really was about to-
Her moans were sharp, frantic. She couldn't wait any longer. Please. Lucius, just do it.
He didn't tease her. The warm wet of his mouth surrounded her. Groaning, he sucked her clit into his mouth. Heaven. He'd tormented her before, but now his mouth was sheer release. His tongue flickered a figure of eight, and her hands entangled in his hair, pushing his face against her. All she knew was that if he stopped, she would die.
His fingers started their dance inside her again and the pleasure became a physical force. A mounting pressure that drove her endlessly on. Her hips snapped up in a heaving surge and her cries became a single long scream-
The pleasure bloomed.
Howling, she came.
Breathing took practice. Apparently, she'd forgotten how.
Hermione lay on her back, feeling completely satisfied and every inch a goddess. Lucius' hands soothed her. At least, they pretended to. One against her throat, punctuated by kisses. The other wandered here and there. Stroking her trembling thighs. Caressing her aching sex. And up, and up, to her clit. And away again only a moment later.
Her chest started to burn, and Hermione realised she'd been holding her breath. Waiting for his fingers to creep closer. Needing them to return to her clit. She turned to see him lying on his side, taking in the entire show with a particularly self-satisfied look on his face.
Oh, no you don't.
"No." She said. Pushing his hand away. "On your back. Now."
For a moment, it looked as if Lucius would question her. Her lips twisted in a frown. He obeyed, clasping his hands behind his head as if he didn't have a care in the world. But not before pulling down his pajama bottoms far enough to expose himself fully to her.
She grinned and seized his cock in one hand, right at the base. His eyes fluttered closed and her heart soared.
This is more like it.
Hermione threw a leg over him and hung there. Partially to tease herself, and him. Partially to give him an opportunity to back out if he wanted to. Instead, his hands flew to her hips to steady her. He nodded sharply. Her free hand rested on his belly, anchoring her.
She pressed her entrance to the head of his cock. Her body did the rest. He hissed as she rolled herself down onto him, devouring him one inch at a time.
So warm. And the stretch… perfect. A deep, delicious burn. Enough to excite her, not enough to hurt.
Her hips sparked with pain as his fingers dug into her. The pain was negligible. Nothing compared to the pleasure.
She bottomed out with a low cry. For a moment, all she could do was breathe and savour it. The feeling of being completely filled. The worshipful way he looked up at her. As if she was the only thing he'd ever wanted. She tensed her muscles on him, giving him a long, slow squeeze. As much for her pleasure as for his. He swore viciously, and now it was her turn to smirk.
She began to move. A slow, gentle roll. Up, and back. Pleasure sparked all through her. Her breaths left her in a long, slow hiss. Nails dug into silk, surely leaving marks beneath. She didn't notice his thrilled gasp or feel his hands leave her hips. Luckily, her body didn't care about a little thing like exhaustion. She picked up the pace. And the pressure. The movement of her hips became sharper and stronger until she rocked the bed with every thrust.
Beneath her, Lucius was murmuring her name like a prayer. Fervent. Desperate.
Fucking him was otherworldly. It transformed her. At a certain point of her thrust, her vision stuttered and went white. A second later, the world snapped back into focus and she could drive herself down again. Her next thrust was the same. Spine tingling pleasure, and then a sharp twist that nearly shattered her.
Fuck. She couldn't come again so soon. She never wanted this to end. She wanted to fuck him forever. It was just that her treacherous body wouldn't let her.
Beneath her, Lucius Malfoy was in much the same condition as her. His hands were stretched up above his head to seize the bed posts in a white-knuckled grip. His mouth twisted in a snarl.
"Witch." Lucius groaned. He released the bedpost and beckoned her with one shaking hand. "Come down here."
Down. Lying on top of him… grinding her g-spot against him. It was one of her favourite ways to have sex. She wouldn't last two minutes.
Oh, hell no. She thought. I've only just started. "No." She panted out between thrusts. "I'll come- ah, fuck!" The word went white again and when she came back, Lucius was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Hermione, please-" He beckoned her again, a glazed look in his eyes. "I can't hold on."
Christ. What sort of choice is that? Either I come in two minutes, or he does.
"Please." Lucius said again, drawing out the word. She caved. She couldn't say no. Not when he looked at her like that.
She laid down and buried her face down in his chest. Even doing that was almost too much. His cock suddenly felt larger, or perhaps she simply became more aware of him. She could feel the anticipation building inside her. Her body knew exactly what to expect.
Bracing herself as best she could, she rolled her hips back onto his cock, unable to hold back the whine building in the back of her throat. Fuck. He was amazing. Perfect. Like he was made for her.
She gritted her teeth. I can do this. Just a little while, while Lucius got his breath back.
She paced herself. Tried to. Rolling back onto his cock in such a way that pleasured her, but didn't short-circuit her brain.
This self control lasted about five seconds. He just felt so fucking good. Instinct drove her irresistibly on and she lost herself in the grind. It wasn't just the fucking. Every rub of her clit against him was devastating. Her angle shifted, and his cock hit the spot inside her that made her dig her nails into his chest. Suddenly she couldn't have stopped if she tried. She lost all rhythm and rutted against him like a wild thing.
As she tortured herself, Lucius was regaining his strength. His hands urged her, helping her rock. His breath came easier. He rolled his hips up and she cried out as a spike of pleasure ripped through her.
"Lucius, I'm going to-"
And then her leg spasmed uncontrollably as his cock hit her g-spot again. Her gasp was almost a scream. She tried to keep going, but couldn't manage much more than a weak wriggle. Pleasure that was almost pain. Too much. And yet, perversely, not enough to finish her.
The frustration was awful. Her eyes stung. This wasn't about who could outlast who anymore. She needed release.
"Lucius," Hermione gritted out against his chest. "Please… help me."
Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, he'd rolled her onto her back. He never left her. The weight of his body settled on her and suddenly she was surrounded by him. Covered and filled by him. It felt like coming home.
She looked up at Lucius, needing to see that he understood. To her sex dazed mind, his face staring down at her… gentle wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, lips parted in desire as he took her in… It was almost a religious experience.
Then he drew up a little higher, until his pelvis pressed against her. She gasped.
Lucius started to move.
His thrusts were small. Tightly controlled. Barely more than an excuse to put pressure on where she needed it most. Inside and outside. Every thrust pressed his pelvic bone into her clit. Ground against her g-spot. The intensity of it was shocking. She clung onto him for dear life. Nails digging into his lower back. Before she knew it, she was wailing. Out of control. Her legs alternated between hooking behind his arse, trying to force him deeper inside of her and writhing their way down the mattress.
The pleasure became bigger than she was. Every movement pushed her closer and closer to the crest. There was no resisting it. She might have been babbling his name. She didn't know. All she knew was that he was doing it. He was perfect, and she was almost there. She could taste her climax. The colour bled out of the world and her back arched-
Everything from the waist down contracted and seized in orgasm. A flare that became an explosion. All-consuming, bright as the sun...
Eventually, it ended. Hermione moaned unintelligibly. She was aware of her body only barely. Mostly, she was aware of her cunt pulsing. Of the wet patch she was lying in. It didn't bother her. Nothing could bother her ever again. She could just lie here until she died, and that was perfectly fine by her.
As she floated, Lucius rolled her onto her belly with nonchalant ease. Then he pulled her onto her hands and knees, and suddenly she came back to life. She was awake and aware again, and she wasn't done.
"Oh, fuck yes," Hermione hissed as his fingers dug into her hips and pulled her into place. Against him. "Like that, like that, please…" The head of his cock pressed up against her and she couldn't help it, she arched her back and rolled up into him. Or tried to.
Lucius pulled back and slapped her arse. She moaned, shocked at herself and how good that felt. The stinging afterimpression almost as good as the slap. She could feel her cheeks flushing scarlet from the delicious shame of it.
He shushed her. "Patience." He said, and his fingers slipped down to her sex and carressed her. Idly. As if he wasn't doing anything in particular. Tracing patterns on her clit. She dug her fingers into the bed and very nearly screamed. It had never been more sensitive. More primed to burn under the slightest touch. But she didn't move back onto him again. Her legs trembled from the effort of it, but she held her position.
She was rewarded. One powerful thrust, and he was inside her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she keened.
He only gave her a second before he pulled out of her and slammed back in again. The noise she made was barely even human. Her arms faltered and she collapsed. His arm snaked around her waist and held her in place.
She felt a tugging on her scalp and turned around to see Lucius Malfoy winding the great mane of her hair around his arm while he fucked her. It only gave him more leverage.
It was merciless. It was back-breaking. It was exactly what she needed.
Lucius grunted at the peak of every thrust. The sound was animalistic, brutal. She loved it.
She was dying. He was killing her. Every toe-curling thrust of his glorious cock. The part of her that was Hermione Granger was pushed further and further into the back of her mind. She stopped thinking. All she could do was feel. Her cunt was everything. That, and him.
The last thing she was aware of before her orgasm knocked her unconscious was Lucius' voice. A whisper that somehow cut through the sinful slapping of his body against hers, her own screams.
"I love science."
Thoughts? Please be gentle as this is my first sex scene but legit I worked really really hard on this.
Next chapter will probably be a few months guys. I know that sucks but tbh it's important I get them right as I am introducing some key plot points soon.
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