Chapter 8. Enemies to Lovers
Astrid woke that night at around three in the morning, still sat up against the cold tile of her bathroom, her head resting on her knees. She groaned as she pushed herself to her feet sloppily and trudged to her bed. Pulling her wand out of her pocket she found a forgotten present in their too, a silky soft handkerchief dropped to the floor.
Discarding her wand on her side table, Astrid leaned down stiffly to pick up the token. She felt it between her fingers, and analysed the monogram intricately embroidered on the fabric, 'LAM' the initials read, Astrid wondered what the 'A' of his middle name stood for. Groggily she folded the handkerchief neatly, and without thinking in her sleepy state, stashed it under her pillow. Without even bothering to undress due to her exhausted state she hauled herself into bed and pulled the covers over herself lazily, within minutes she was asleep again.
Astrid found herself unusually late for class the next morning, she was straight up and out of bed when she realised the time, changing clothes, brushing her teeth and using a handy spell to free hair face of smudged makeup, leaving her skin completely bare. She was out the door in record time and rushing down the halls, dodging students as she went. She thanked her choice of smart cigarette trousers, a blouse and a chic cape jacket, because she'd never make it in time worrying about a billowing skirt. Astrid checked her watch, thankfully by time she made it to her classroom door she was only four minutes late.
"Good morning class, so sorry I'm a little bit late, please open your text books to- oh!" Astrid was taken by surprise to see a little pink lady stood at her blackboard, chalking out the date. "Professor Umbridge," Astrid smiled sweetly, no wonder her class of first year students looked petrified as she walked in.
"Professor Moody," Umbridge smiled sweetly, she took in the young professor's appearance, scrutinising her, whilst she had nothing to nit pick about her stylish outfit of choice, she did mentally note the young ladies tangled waves and naked face, her freckles now standing out on her nose and cheeks.
"Don't mind me dear, I simply noticed your class was without a professor, so I stepped in," She squeaked.
"Thank you, professor," Astrid nodded at the woman curtly, "Class please open your textbooks to page seventy-two and read the passage about the gargoyle strike of 1911, and then write me a short paragraph about how this positively and negatively affected the public perception of gargoyles," Umbridge watched the young professor with intrigue as she addressed the class.
"Perhaps in the future Professor Moody, you'll reconsider taking night time strolls on a school night if it's going to affect your work," Umbridge sighed with a sickly-sweet smile. Her words had Astrid taken a back, and Dolores obviously recognised the shock on the woman's face as she carried on: "Strangely, I get what he sees in you Astrid," Dolores spoke, reaching out and smoothing a tangled blonde lock.
"You're young, beautiful, intelligent, fabulous with your students, a prize for any man," Dolores spoke sweetly as she carried on primping Astrid's unruly waves. "I understand now why he fought so hard for you to stay here… Wouldn't it be a shame if his wife found out though, or… the ministry? That kind of… scandal… A married school governor and a young professor… it could be career ending," Dolores said sadly. Astrid was frozen in her spot, she glanced over her class briefly checking they were all on task and not watching the strange interaction between their professors.
"Professor Umbridge, Dolores, please," Astrid was practically begging, she had no inkling of what else to do besides that.
"I suspect, Professor Moody, if you can from this moment, be on time to your lessons and keep your eyes and ears open for any… suspicious student behaviour, your little secret will be safe with me," Whilst the smile on Umbridge's lips was sweet as sugar, the look in her eyes was menacingly dark. Astrid swallowed hard.
"Yes of course professor," Astrid nodded with a smile as she played with her fingers nervously.
"Good, I feel you've made a real… mature choice there, good for you, young lady," Umbridge's words were patronising to say the least, and with that last condescending bombshell she took her leave, her heels click-clacking out of the room.
As soon as she was out of ear shot Astrid sighed a huge sigh of relief and sunk into the chair at her desk heavily, rubbing her forehead roughly she wondered if anybody else wanted to add more stress and worry to her life.
After lunch during her free period Astrid made her way to the dungeons where she knew the potions classroom resided in the belly of the castle. A little birdy, as known as Hermione, had let slip that Snape supervised a period of studying in the Great Hall after lunch and Astrid took it as an opportunity to search his classroom for anything incriminating. When she arrived at the potions classroom the door was locked, Astrid sneakily removed her wand from her pocket and tapped it against the handle.
"Alohomora," She whispered, and voila, the door unlocked and she slipped inside.
The potions classroom at Hogwarts was far different to the one she was used to haunting at Beauxbatons, hers was an elegant marble floored room with ivory pillars and claw footed cauldrons lined the walls. Snapes classroom was much less elegant and much more doom and gloom. It was dark, eerie, and extremely cold, Astrid could practically see her breath as she stepped deeper into the classroom. Pickled animals in jars filled the floor to ceiling shelves on the walls, bar height wooden tables that had long past seen their best days filled the room, with well worn tall stools neatly tucked under them.
Astrid did not hesitate once she spotted Severus' black wooden desk at the back of the room in front of a stained-glass window, the scene in it depicted the grim reaper taking somebodies soul, it gave the young professor an uneasy feeling.
Briefly she looked through the papers stacked on his desk, but she figured he would not simply leave incriminating evidence of him being a back stabbing, lying, treacherous death eater lying about, so she moved onto the drawers. Pulling them open she flicked through old essays and rummaged through vials and pouches. Astrid furrowed her brows as she read through odd notes and scribbles, unsure of what she was actually looking for, until something caught her attention.
Trelawney Prophecy, Dept. of Mysteries
It struck her as odd because Astrid knew Snape regarded Professor Trelawney as a dung brain with a crystal ball, they'd clashed multiple times at evening meals in the Great Hall, why would he be so interested in one of her prophecy's if he thought her a ridiculous fool? Astrid had a peculiar feeling about the note and stuffed it into her pocket as she heard the handle for the classroom door turn stiffly. She shut the drawer silently and tiptoed over to a wall of pickled animals and inspected them innocently.
"Severus, I pondered over what you said and-" The instantly recognisable voice of Lucius Malfoy called out into the classroom as he strutted in, cane in hand. "Ah, Astrid," He looked visibly surprised at her presence, "What brings you down to the dungeons?" He asked, eyeing the girl with a hint of suspicion.
"I was looking for Professor Snape," Astrid explained lazily as she examined the jars. Lucius slowly sauntered over to the girl, standing behind her he ran his free hand down her arm and placed a kiss on top of the girl's blonde head of hair. "I don't believe he is here,"
"I know that," Astrid rolled her eyes, "I just got so… interested, my potions classroom wasn't like this at all," She explained, lying through her teeth. "Look at all these jars of tiny creatures, how delightfully strange," She smiled running her hand across a glass vessel containing what looked to be the leg of a clabbert.
"You are full of surprises Miss Moody," Lucius commented, spinning the girl around. "You look different today," He commented, brushing a stray eyelash off her cheek.
"No makeup," Astrid said, Lucius nodded, noticing now how fresh she looked. His eyes trailed her skin, he had never really noticed how her freckles peppered her nose and cheekbones. He noticed her visible breath as his eyes moved to her lips, as his eyes moved lower, he noticed her skin was lightly covered in goosebumps.
"Come, you'll catch a cold if we stay down here any longer," Lucius stated, guiding Astrid to the door as she nodded in agreement. Lucius continued to guide Astrid down the dungeon corridors, she had never ventured this deep into the castle before.
"These dungeons are a maze," she said, mostly to herself.
"I have them memorized like the back of my hand, I was lucky enough to be a Slytherin like my father before me," Lucius said proudly, Astrid smirked, of course he was she thought to herself, and Draco carried on the tradition.
"What house do you think I would have been sorted into?" Astrid asked Lucius curiously, he thought about his answer but before he had chance to deliver it, he was beckoned by a haughty taught voice.
"Father?" Draco Malfoy called out as the pair turned the corner. Speak of the devil Astrid thought, humouring herself. The pair of them turned to greet the boy as he half jogged up to his father. Astrid noted how Lucius gravitated away from her, consciously or unconsciously she could not be sure.
"Draco," Lucius greeted his son coolly.
"What are you doing with her?" Draco eyed the young professor suspiciously.
"Now, now, Draco, don't be rude, Professor Moody and I were just looking for Professor Snape," Lucius explained, he gripped his cane with both hands in front of him as he stared down at his son. Draco dipped his head and swallowed hard. "You haven't seen him by any chance son?" Draco nodded in response.
"In the Great Hall, he's supervising the study period," Draco informed the senior Malfoy.
"Thank you, Draco, I'll see you around, I'll send mummy your regards," Lucius addressed his son, his tone was dismissive and it didn't take more of a hint for Draco to understand he was not wanted in his father's presence, he skulked off towards the Slytherin common room, head down. Astrid almost felt sorry for him, it was obvious Lucius was a distant, tough father. She played the words 'mummy' in her head over and over again, it made her feel sick to the bone that Lucius had a wife out there, Draco a mother, and she was running around the castle with her man, the father of her child.
"Astrid? Astrid?" A hand on her shoulder pulled her from her thoughts and brought her back to reality, Lucius looked at her with concern, "Are you okay my dear? You looked a little… lost there," Lucius spoke.
"Yes, yes I'm fine, just a little tired, I slept in this morning… I was a little late for my class," Astrid explained as they climbed the dungeon stairs.
"Naughty girl," Lucius tutted with a smirk. Astrids cheeks flushed pink at his words, she cursed herself for it.
"Umbridge got to my class first, she threatened me," Astrid told the man.
"Did she now? What did the old crone say?" Lucius asked, she had piqued his interest.
"She said she saw us, outside my chambers, she er…" Astrid wondered if it was best to tell Lucius here, in a cramped stairwell. She already knew from experience he could have quite the temper. "She threatened to tell the ministry about us, and… your wife," Astrid said delicately. Lucius stopped in his tracks and took a sharp breath.
"She said that?" He hissed. Astrid nodded her head yes, too scared to use her words.
"Do not worry about it, I'll take a visit with Dolores, remind her just who she is threatening," Lucius said darkly as he carried on up the stairs. As they reached the top Astrid squinted at the change in light, the autumn sun blinding her temporally as her eyes adjusted. Lucius looked around, noting the students walking the corridors on their way to their next lessons.
"I must dash Professor, I hope to see you again soon," Lucius said formally, he nodded at the young professor and took his leave, his cape billowing behind him as he stalked off in search of Professor Umbridge. Astrid took a moment once he was out of sight to catch her breath, she laid a delicate hand on her chest and felt her elevated heart beat thump against her chest loudly. She could not believe her luck, almost being caught red handed snooping through Snapes personal affects, and by Lucius Malfoy of all people.
Harry spotted his professor through the crowd, her creamy blonde long waves being a dead giveaway, he made his way over after noticing how she clutched her chest which rose and fell deeply as she inhaled and exhaled slowly. Ron and Hermione followed suit.
"Are you okay Professor?" Harry asked with worried eyes, he'd distantly seen Lucius Malfoy stalking through the hallways just minutes ago, the man wasn't exactly hard to spot. Astrid nodded at Harrys question.
"I'm fine thank you Mr Potter, just heartburn," She explained, dismissing the real reason she had her palm pressed tightly against her chest.
"We're in your class now Professor, would you like us to walk with you?" Hermione offered. Astrid nodded in response.
"Yes, thank you Miss Granger, I hear Professor Umbridge has brought in some new decrees," Astrid asked the golden trio.
"Yeah, no music during study hours," Ron said rolling his eyes "Woman's a bloody nutter,"
"She's barbaric," Hermione mumbled. Astrid sighed in agreement.
"I have a feeling she's not going to let up anytime soon either I'm afraid, and it's not just the students she has under her thumb, half the staff are terrified of her… she tried to have me sacked,"
"Why weren't you?" Hermione asked, intrigued what would stop the vindictive Professor Umbridge.
"A… governor stepped in," Astrid spoke softly, avoiding Harry's gaze, he didn't need to look in her eyes to realise which governor it was that saved her Astrids job.
"Blimey that's good, I bet you feel a bit more confident with governors on your side," Ron exclaimed. Astrid just nodded slowly.
"Yeah, lucky me," She whispered sarcastically.
Astrid's Friday nights used to be for underage drinking and sneaking out of Beauxbatons to meet boys in the local town, the girl smiled as she thought of her fond school memories as she curled up in bed with a book, her fire raging. She suddenly felt a ping of sadness for the current Hogwarts students, they'd had so much disruption and upheaval over the last few years, and now they had a dictator running the school.
She thought of how the students were missing out on making mistakes, being rebellious, creating memories… they were missing out on the best parts of their teenage years and it saddened Astrid greatly. She thought how quickly those years come and go, and you never get them back. Look at me now, she thought to herself, curled up with a book in my night dress at nine o'clock, she smiled at her ridiculous premature aging, she was quickly twenty-two turning forty-two at this rate.
A knock on her door pulled her from her train of thought, laying her book down on the bed and pushing back the quilt, she stepped down onto the cold floor, her bare feet padded against the stone as she tiptoed across the room. Before she answered the door, she checked her white satin night dress was decent, pulling the neckline up and pulled the mid-thigh length hem down as much as she could. She didn't want to be flashing Dumbledore, or worse… Umbridge.
Astrid pulled the door open and to her surprise Lucius Malfoy was leaned casually against the stone surround with one hand on his cane, the other holding a bottle of what looked to be a very expensive bottle of champagne.
"Lucius!" Astrid exclaimed, the girl was quite shocked by the mans unannounced visit, she hadn't seen him much around the castle and when she did it was only fleeting, which was a relief. Astrid pulled at the hem of her night dress nervously.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you," He spoke eyeing, the white satin slip that hugged her curves and revealed a dangerous amount of her long, toned legs.
"Not at all," Astrid breathed, forcing a smile, "I was just reading,"
"May I come in?" Lucius asked, Astrid nodded her head with a curt smile, but inside she was groaning miserably. She stepped aside to let the man enter and closed the door quickly behind him. Lucius looked about the simply furnished room, his face flashed with disgust for just a second before returning to his still, calm stony look.
"I expected Dumbledore to place you in… something better than this," He tutted as he leant his cane against Astrids desk and placed the bottle of wine on the pine top. He removed his coat, folding it gently over the chair back.
Astrid stood awkwardly as she fiddled with the hem of her slip, feeling the delicate lace that edged the satin fabric between her fingers.
"It's fine, I've stayed in much worse," She smiled nervously. Lucius slowly strode over to the girl, she noticed his white shirt was unbuttoned more than usual, revealing some subtle blonde chest hairs, it made her insides flip and flutter.
"But you deserve better," Lucius whispered as he reached Astrid. Delicately the man wrapped an arm around the petite woman's waist and pulled her gently to him. Astrid had to hand it to him, she expected him to be much more forceful… and rougher. But he was always so gentle and caring. She didn't know if that brought her comfort or whether it made her feel even worse. It would be easier to continue hating the man if he was cruel and inconsiderate.
Lucius placed a light kiss on Astrids forehead and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"If there's no settee, where are we going to sit and drink the wine?" He hummed. Astrid breath got caught in her throat, sick to her stomach she pulled away from the man. She forced a smile as she brushed passed him and walked towards the desk, grasping the bottle of champagne by its neck, the glass cold against her fingers and palm.
Astrid turned and padded towards him on her tip toes. The man said nothing as he observed the way her body moved in the thin fabric of her night dress, the way her hips swayed as she walked and how her round breasts bounced slightly with each step. Biting her lip as she approached the dark wizard, she passed by him and climbed onto the bed and curled up against the headboard. As alluring as she was being inside the girl was coaching herself 'don't be sick, you can do this, don't be sick, you can do this' she repeated through her mind over and over again.
"Are you going to come join me?" Astrid asked as she reached for her wand and tapping it against the neck of the bottle, the cork disappearing instantly. Lucius moved over to the bed laid across the foot of it on his side, he leaned on his elbow propping himself up as he watched the girl curiously.
"I'm afraid I don't have any champagne flutes," Astrid smiled taking a swig from the bottle, he liked the way her lips closed around the bottle end, so pink and full.
"How lady-like of you," Lucius smirked, taking the bottle as she held it out to him, he too took a swig of champagne and offered the bottle back to the young woman.
"In Beauxbatons this was the only real way to drink champagne, out the bottle, or if you were daring out of one of your room mates belly buttons," Astrid laughed as she took the bottle from his hands, her fingers brushing over his as they made the exchange.
"I feel like we had very different school experiences," Lucius smirked as he watched her take another drink, the girl was always pleasantly surprising him, despite the fact he was only pursuing her because he was under strict orders to do so, he found to his disbelief he was actually enjoying her company more and more. "What is this?" Lucius asked pulling Astrids book out from the folded quilt. 'Pride and Prejudice' the cover read as he flipped it over.
"A book," Astrid smiled cheekily as she took another swig of champagne. Lucius rolled his eyes at her, his lips almost cracking a smile.
"A muggle book?" He asked, a hint of distaste in his voice. Astrid nodded, taking one last swig of champagne before putting the bottle down on her side table. "What is it about?" He asked.
"It's… a romance, a famous muggle romance" Astrid told him, a blush threatening to creep onto her cheeks. Lucius passed her the book, he noticed how carefully she handled its pages, closing it softly and placing it gently on her side table.
"What happens in it?" Lucius pressed. Astrid slid down the bed a little a propped herself up on her pillow, her night gown rose dangerously high almost giving Lucius a little glimpse at the white lace panties that were hidden beneath. She unfolded her legs from beneath her and extended them towards the man as she made herself comfy.
"There's a girl," Astrid started to explain, "And she meets this man,"
"And then they fall deeply in love, the end," Lucius guessed with an air of arrogance.
"No," Astrid protested, "They hate each other," Lucius furrowed his brow.
"You said it was a romance," He narrowed his eyes on the girl as his fingers gently brushed over the soft smooth skin of Astrids legs.
"It is," Astrid said firmly, "It's very much an… enemies to lovers type story, after fighting each other for so long they realise they were in love," Astrid explained, Lucius had begun tracing patterns onto the skin of her legs now, they looked so supple and soft in the glow of the fire, it was a challenge for him to not let his fingers wander higher.
"Enemies to lovers," Lucius pondered, "that almost sounds a little familiar," He smirked, eyeing her with hungry eyes. A strange feeling built in the pit of Astrid's stomach, replacing the nausea with… something else.
"We may have been enemies but we are certainly not lovers," Astrid scoffed, she couldn't stop the corners of her mouth turning up into a slight smile, the threat of blushing cheeks had quickly become reality as she flushed scarlet.
"Is that so?" Lucius responded to Astrids objection by sitting himself up, wrapping a hand around the girl's ankle and pulling her down the bed towards him. Astrid yelped, but the noise that escaped her lips was not of terror or fear, but playful, and it troubled her deeply. She pulled at the hem of her night dress to keep it from slipping up as he pulled her further down the bed, her legs being split apart by his body as he positioned himself kneeling between them.
"Lucius!" Astrid tried her hardest to sound firm, but her words came out as a girlish giggle, her hands playfully swatting him away. What am I doing? She thought to herself, am I actually… enjoying this?
Lucius lowered himself over her body, an arm propped him up either side of the girl's beautiful fire lit face. "Tell me no, and I'll stop," Lucius offered as he lowered his head to her neck and kissed and nipped at the supple skin, his hair fell down over his shoulders tickling Astrids silky skin.
Astrid's breaths were shaky, a small moan escaped her lips. Astrid's conscious wanted to say no, he was a death eater, a dark wizard, a servant of 'you know who'. But the rest of Astrid wanted her to say yes, needed her to say yes, her heart and body wanted to scream it from the rooftops. Lucius' lips traced up her neck to her jaw leaving little kisses on the journey, eventually they found Astrids lips where they crashed together, Astrid moaned into him as she invited him inside of her mouth.
Astrid could feel his finger tips trace the hem of her night gown as he shifted his weight onto one arm. Eventually they slipped beneath and ran circles around her hip, danced up her stomach and found her braless breast. Astrid moaned into Lucius' mouth as he flicked a finger over her hardening nipple, she could feel him rock hard against her sex as he pressed himself against her.
"You can still say no," he whispered into her mouth as he pulled back and stared deep into her aqua blue eyes. She shook her head no, reaching up she pulled him down by his neck, their lips meeting again just for a moment as Astrid hooked her leg around his own. With all her body strength, she flipped the two of them over, rolling Lucius onto his back, his eyes full of delightful surprise. Astrid straddled his hips now, he looked up at the girl with a smirk, he had not foreseen this happening, rarely, if not never was he the one who wasn't in control. Astrid leaned reached over her head and gripped the silky fabric of her gown and slipped it over her head, revealing her perky breasts and lightly toned stomach, Lucius rested his hands on the small of her waist and guided her down towards him. He loved the way Astrids long blonde waves fell down over her shoulders, framing her face and creating a veil around them as she pressed her chest against him, kissing him gently.
"I want you," She whispered against his lips. Astrid told herself she was saying it because she had to, for the mission, but it was much deeper than that. Lucius didn't say anything in response he simply kissed her harder.
Lucius ran his hands down from her waist, over her hips to the roundness that was her plump buttocks. There he played with the edge of her panties, teasing her relentlessly, threatening to slip a finger under the lacy fabric. Growing hungry Lucius grasped Astrids arse cheeks and flipped her over, a yelp escaping her lips as she crashed into the mattress, he was kneeling over her once more, her legs open to him. Unbuttoning a couple of more of his shirt buttons Lucius reached behind him and tugged the shirt off over his head. His physique was exactly how Astrid had envisioned him, toned but not too much, fair little hairs covered his chest.
"I think it's about time we got rid of these," Lucius announced as he ran his hands up Astrids thighs, eventually stopped at the hem of her panties, he tugged at them gently, and peeled them away from her body and down her legs. He pulled each foot out of the leg hole and placed a kiss on each knee as he did.
Lucius now stared down at Astrids glistening sex.
"So wet for me," He smirked, running his finger teasingly through her folds and over her clitoris. Astrid covered her mouth as she moaned, it had been a long time since a man had touched her there, living with her grandparents and then jumping safehouse to safehouse didn't leave her much of an opportunity to get intimate with anyone besides her hand.
Lucius immediately pulled her hand away and shook his head no.
"I want to hear you moan for me," he told her firmly, Astrid nodded biting her lip, she was putty in his hands and part of her loved it, part of her loathed it. Lucius leant down slowly and placed a delicate kiss on her clit as he ran his thumb over her eager entrance, her body shuddered as he licked at the little bean flicking it with his tongue side to side. The girl whimpered at his touch, her brows furrowed and droplets of sweat gathered on her forehead as he relentless sucked, kissed and flicked her bean, her sweet sounds only making him grow harder and harder. Lucius slowly opened her up with a finger, inserting the digit and curling it around her beautiful passage.
"Lucius," She moaned, pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes as she arched her back. Lucius decided it was time to insert another finger, stretching her walls he slowly pumped into her and pressed his against her G spot as he curled his way around her opening. Her moans became more frequent, her breathing quickened, Astrid closed her eyes as she neared her climax.
"Please, please, ah please Lucius," She called to him, running her hands over his head, her fingers combing through his hair. Lucius sucked relentlessly at her bean and pumped his fingers with a beckoning motion, he could feel her walls tightening around him and eventually she found her release. With a loud whimper and a moan, the girl released her squirt over Lucius' fingers, her back arched and her legs trembled beside him. He kissed her sex one last time before pulling away.
"Good girl," He cooed as he unbuttoned his trousers. Astrid bit her lip as she watched his large cock bounce as it was released from the confines of his suit pants and black boxer shorts. He kicked off the garments and crawled up to the girl, they were chest to chest, his cock rubbing against her wet folds as he kissed her deeply.
"You are so beautiful," He whispered against her lips. A light blush crept onto her sun kissed face, he pushed back some damp fallen locks of hair off her sticky forehead, and stared deeply into her eyes.
"Are you ready for me?" He asked. Astrid inhaled deeply and nodded her little head. She was so ready for him.
Astrid whimpered and moaned beneath him as he pushed himself into her, separating her walls he pushed deep, sliding into her he eventually bottomed out, pressing his firm head against her cervix.
"You have such a tight tiny pussy," He groaned against her neck. Astrid wrapped her arms around his back and entwined her legs around his body pulling him in deeper. Lucius began to thrust in and out, slow at first but building in speed, Astrid's moans deepened as his pace increased, eventually pounding her hard again and again.
"Lucius," She whispered barely through her moans.
"Not yet," He scolded, pulling out of her petite body. She groaned in protest, but didn't have chance to object as he flipped her over onto all fours, He lined himself up with her entrance and slammed inside ruthlessly, earning himself a loud moan as Astrid gripped the sheets. She arched her back into him as he pounded her from behind, his balls slapping eagerly against her clit. Astrid felt herself weakening as her climax grew closer and closer. Her shaky arms gave way, causing her to fall down into the bed, Lucius reached a hand over and pushed her down hard into the mattress.
"That's right, you take it," He groaned as he pounded her hard. Astrid found her release moments later as she moaned loudly into the mattress beneath her. Her walls tightened around Lucius' cock and as he pulled out, she splashed his legs with her squirt. Astrid lay spent on the bed, her shaking body glistening with sweat in the light of the fire.
"Such a good girl," He praised her with a smirk, "But we aren't done yet, come and show me just how good you can be," Astrid understood the assignment, shakily she pushed herself up from her foetal position and crawled over to Lucius, on her hands and knees she took Lucius in her mouth with no hesitation, she tasted her own juices coating his hard cock as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive skin of his head, causing him to groan loudly.
"Don't tease me," Lucius scolded, taking a fistful of her hair. Astrid slowly took him fully into her mouth, her lips running along the length of his cock as he filled her throat. She pumped what length she couldn't fit in her mouth with her left hand, twisting and stroking him as she sucked away at his cock.
"That's it," he moaned leaning his head back, he put some slight pressure on the back of her head, pushing her into his cock, it hit the back of her throat again and again causing her to gag on his dick. A smile played on his lips; her gagging was music to his ears as he looked down to watch tears stream down her face as she took his entire length in her mouth. The sight was too much, too exciting, with a groan Lucius tightened his grip on Astrids blondes' locks and released his seed into her mouth, spilling it down her throat.
Once she was sure she'd got every last drop Astrid pulled Lucius' cock from her mouth, but not before lightly licking the residue of the sensitive end, the feeling sent shivers down Lucius back. He took her face in his hands, his palms pressed gently against her cheeks he pulled her into a kiss, tasting himself on her lips.
"You were amazing," He breathed against her. She smiled against him and pulled him down to the mattress where he lay on his back, his body tired and aching from the pleasure. Astrid curled up against him, her leg draped over his and her head on his chest, he wrapped his arm delicately around her waist, pulling her into him gently. Her breathing was unsteady as she thought about what she had just done, and how much she had enjoyed it. Guilt overwhelmed her, causing that familiar feeling of nausea to bubble up inside her. She held her hand to her chest as her heart pounded in her chest, she closed her eyes as tried to calm herself down, her thumping heart pained her with every beat. Lucius noticed her discomfort and furrowed his brows.
"Are you okay angel?" He asked, eyeing her beautiful face.
"Yes, I will be," She breathed into his chest, "I have a… heart condition," She revealed to the man. It was something very few people knew about.
"Can I help in some way?" He asked, a hint of worry in his voice. Astrid shook her head no, closing her eyes and relaxing into his hold, despite her internal monolog telling her she was an awful person for enjoying his touch, relishing in the way he held her so tenderly, maybe everyone just had him wrong she thought to herself, maybe he was like Mr Darcy, misunderstood, judged negatively without the full picture or story.
"What kind of condition?" Lucius pressed, he didn't mean to pry, he was curious, and deep down concerned. He knew he shouldn't be, for all he knew the Dark Lord could order him to kill her at any time, he wasn't supposed to be getting attached, but his heart pulled towards her as if it was on strings, he wanted her, craved her and not just physically.
"The… genetic kind," Astrid eventually whispered, dodging the question. Lucius placed a kiss on her forehead and whispered against her dewy skin.
"Your father?"
"My mother," She said sadly, "It's what killed her," She didn't know why she told him that, she hadn't told anyone, ever. She'd only every discussed it with her father once, he had dismissed the topic ever since. Lucius placed more kisses on her forehead and pulled her even tighter into his arms.
"I won't let the same fate happen to you, I swear it," He whispered into her hair as he rested his cheek against her head. Against his better judgement it was a promise he wanted to actually keep.
Writing smut for me is so corny I hate it so much and if it was rubbish I apologize, I promise I will try to improve!