He was sitting next to his son in the comfy chair in the balcony, his mask already in place. He knew that his son was eager to win the prize, but he had no desire to let him outmatch him. After all, he was still the master of his son's allowance. The balconies all around them were buzzing with innumerable other masked individuals. As he was the silent partner, he was able to see their identities through his mask, but when he would perform the deed, then they wouldn't be able to recognize his identity. One of the many perks of magic.

Suddenly he jumped when the ceremonial trumpets announced the arrival of Irene Adler and her charge. He leaned forward to gleam a better sight of the young virgin in her mask as she swept down the stairs behind Ms Adler. He gulped hungrily. There was something about her that made her even more alluring. He couldn't avert his gaze. She was drawing it towards her. Her typically bushy hair fell down her almost bare shoulders in soft ringlets.

She was wrapped in a captivating shining white Greek dress that accented her muscular figure. Irene hadn't lied when she had stated that she was fit. Lucius concentrated on not getting too enthusiastic. After all, he wanted to outbid everyone, and for that, he needed a clear head. He quickly took another breath. Granger seemed like her namesake goddess in every way. She stopped in the centre of the room and slowly turned around, taking in the hordes of men wanting to be the lucky person to do the deed. She held her head high, her shoulders squared. There was no shyness to detect, that virgins usually displayed. He smirked. So much bravado from her. Oh, how he would love to bring her down from her high horse. When he would be done with her, she wouldn't display her utter disregard of her lowly station anymore. He would break her. The fact that she seemed calm and confident irked him more than he liked to admit. He had hoped that she would show some hesitation once things got more serious, but it seemed that she preferred to go the Gryffindor way being the arrogant little Mudblood that she was.

Her wandering gaze was eventually drawn to his balcony, and he shuddered when she locked her intense gaze with him. Whatever Irene had done to her, he trembled, and he had no idea why. Her gaze was far more intense than he could remember from her introduction ceremony. It was far colder, more calculating, and he blinked. Had Irene spelt her mask to show a slightly different eye colour? Her fiery brown eyes seemed to have added pecks of light purple drawing him in. He forced himself to break eye contact and observed with growing bewilderment, that the same thing seemed to happen to his son, then the men next to him, until she had closed the circle. What have you done to her, Irene! He thought his hands growing moist. That had not been part of the plan!

Lucius' gaze was drawn again to her alluring body, and his desire grew. His fingers tingled with the need to touch her. He needed to be the one to do the deed. He wanted to bury himself in her tight wet warmth and make her scream. Make her moan his name. And he wanted her to suck him dry first. It was only fitting for her station. Down on her knees to serve him his every whim.

He squinted his eyes. It seemed that Madame Adler had put some strange new ointments onto her prizes body, which appeared to shimmer in light blue. But the contrast of the blueish skin with her white dress did look good on her. Almost as if the colour belonged to her. Perhaps Irene had wanted to throw people off by showing her as a Ravenclaw. It would certainly explain the unusual colour of her skin.

Madame Adler hesitantly took Granger's hand and steered her to the exact centre of the room. He frowned. Why had the hostess hesitated?

"Gentlemen, welcome." She bowed theatrically catching herself. "The night you've all been waiting for has finally arrived. You've all passed the health check and are therefore allowed to take part in the auction of the defloration which will take place right here in this very room and the prima nocte in the room above." She smiled generously and winked at Granger, who still didn't show any signs of nervousness.

„Without any further ado. Let us begin. Place your first offer. "Madame Adler started prancing around the circular room. Granger standing firmly like a soldier, her shoulders squared, her hands clasped behind her back. Still no nervousness to detect. Had Irene given her a calming draught? That could spoil his fun with her.

"80.000 Galleons," Krumm called out, and Lucius could detect a small smile on her face.

Lucius Malfoy mentally cursed. 80.000 Galleons as an opening bid for Hermione Granger?! He had assumed that the initial bet would be around 5000 Galleons. 100.000 Galleons his son called out, and he gripped his cane tighter. What did they teach the younger generation?! He had explicitly instructed his son not to show his hand. And he just had blown that advice. That's not how one begins an auction. That was the entire allowance for two months. Had his son saved his money? She was supposed to be his!

"150.000 Galleons" Lucius finally bellowed out, his annoyance rising.

"170.000 Galleons" Krum countered again, daring to throw Granger a kiss, who graced him with a warm smile. Lucius narrowed his eyes. Did they try to rig the game! Did they try to outbid him? No, Krum couldn't possibly know who was behind her mask or vice versa. But he wouldn't put it past the crafty witch to have found a loophole in her contract enlisting the man to help her out.

"200.000 Galleons" Lucius responded swiftly grinding his teeth afterwards. It the price rose too high, then he wouldn't be able to keep her in servitude long enough. And he desperately wanted her in bondage to him. Or preferably in servitude to his family. He had to magically bind her somehow.

"250.000 Galleons" a man with heavy French accent cut in. So, the French minister of magic had an interest in her? He was bowing forward eagerly to catch more than just a glimpse of her. Granger inclined his head towards him. She dared to show favouritism?! How dared she to openly show who she wanted inside her. There was no way that she could see through the enchantments of the masks. Or perhaps she could? But that would mean that Irene hadn't properly enchanted them. He would need to have a word about that with her later.

"300.000 Galleons" Krum placed another bet grinning challengingly at Malfoy who was fighting his urge to strangle the young man. And why weren't the others placing their bets? Oh, he had wondered too soon.

"350.000 Galleons" another foreigner called out, but this one Lucius didn't know. It seemed that Irene did keep her promise of not rigging the auction.

"360.000 Galleons" another one called out but was immediately outmatched by yet another one placing another bet again. Lucius gaped at them as the auction became livelier with each passing second. How were they all able to place bets that high for her? He had thought to easily be able to get her. He had been severely mistaken. Krum suspiciously had stopped placing bets. So, he had reached the limit of his allowance. And his information on the Quidditch players allowance hadn't been correct apparently. The goblins in Gringotts had become untrustworthy.

"440.500 Galleons" he heard and cursed that he hadn't adequately paid any attention. Granger was his, and he would have her. Silence followed, and Lucius knew that he had to place his final bet soon as the others probably weren't able to pay more for her.

"440.500 Galleons, once…" Madame Adler stated with a tight smile. 440.500 Galleons, twice…

"500.000 Galleons." Coming out of his stupor, Lucius barked out his final bet and held his breath. Nobody countered it.

"500.000 Galleons." Madame Adler repeated "Sold to Nr. 69. Congratulations."

Hermione couldn't believe it. She had hoped that she could get enough money, but this had to be more than enough to square her bets. Well, she hoped. Unless Madame Adler's procedures had exorbitant costs. She would have to properly thank Viktor for his initiative. He had placed bets far above his allowance, which suggested that he had understood her hidden reference earlier during his visit. He had deduced that she was Thea Athena. Well, played. She dared to breathe again. But now came the hardest part. The actual deed.

The only downside of the whole thing was that Mr Lucius fucking Malfoy had bought her and as far as she knew, he wouldn't be gentle at all. She only hoped that he wouldn't be too hard and the man had "preceding rights for six months". That couldn't end well for her. But she wouldn't make it that easy for him. He may have paid for her, but that didn't mean that she would entirely submit to him.

"He is a demanding one." Madame Adler whispered into her ear, and he has requested that you have to give him a head, before the deed."

Hermione's breath hitched, and she mentally cursed in revulsion. Technically, she had been told how to perform one, but hearing or seeing it and actually doing it was something entirely different. And it was degrading, and she didn't want to be degraded to a whore. But then her mind conjured up parts of a text she had once read in a magazine. Well, he wanted a blow job? He would get one, but she would make sure that it was on her terms after that.

The man in question appeared before her out of the darkness surrounding them. It did seem similar to his reveal in the department of Mysteries. Clearly, he had wanted to unsettle her, but she didn'T plan on him unsettling her. His upper body free from any constrains. He only had kept his trousers on. It seemed that he was eager. The audience watching them enthusiastically in anticipation. She could hear their buzzing whispers.

"On your knees." He ordered her with a haughty grin, and Hermione just wanted to wipe it off his lower face that was visible.

Hermione gently brushed her dress off and let it pool down to the floor before he could touch her. He would touch her more than enough afterwards. To do this on her own gave her the upper hand for now. The excited buzz intensified. She was perfectly aware of her nakedness and she had no idea what had come over hear and although she usually was self-conscious, the audience also wanted a show. And she wanted to give them a bit of a show. And her owl mask that covered the upper half of her face did give her enough anonymity to be so bold.

Hermione stepped closer to him and kneed down in front of him, making sure that her legs were apart.

He stood there looking down at her. On her knees, in front of him, she looked up, the smile of anticipation as she slowly undid his trousers. In the back of her mind, she could feel her panic rising, but she urged it to remain calm. Fear was what the bastard wanted. Panic was what would get her in trouble. She could panic after the deed. Now was not the time for that. The belt, the button, the zip coming down seeing his black men's underwear. She bit her lips, to keep from sniggering. Of course, a death eater would wear black underwear. What had she expected? Pink? Her breath hitched. Sniggering would get her in trouble. The bulge of his package greeting her. She reached in feeling the skin of his penis his hard shaft wanting to get out. She heard his breath hitching in anticipation as she pulled his pants come down, his cock sprung out in front of her. This was it. She had no idea if he was average or larger than usual, but he already was clearly excited for her.

"Go on." he urged her with a deep voice looking down almost proud of his piece as she gripped the base wrapping her fingers around it lifting it.

She gently brushed her fingertips up the shaft of his penis and was fascinated as it bounced excitedly, trying to lengthen the time it's in contact with her fingers. She teased it in this way a few more times Malfoy hissed, the first drop of pre-cum glistening at the top of his cock. He really was excited! It was a bit intoxicating. She placed her thumb and index finger to his frenulum and the other side of his penis tip to squeeze out as much as possible. She then brushed her thumb lightly over the surface of his shiny exposed head, polishing his weapon with his own brand of lube.

Hermione glanced up to gauge his reaction. His back arched towards her at this point, eyes rolling in pleasure… He thought that he had power over her. She smiled, and a tingle stirred her clit. It was the other way round. She had control over him. More than she had known. So, that was what Madame Adler had meant that sex was power.

Her fingers curled around his rock-hard erection and gently moved up and down, letting his penis travel in her loose grip rather than holding too tight which she knew from Madame Adler may be uncomfortable for some men. His foreskin moved over his frenulum and encouraged more pre-cum to leak from his tip, lubricating her actions and resulting in gasps from above her rather than the mere sharply drawn breaths from a moment ago.

Enjoying this early tease, she quickened her pace gradually until she felt like he couldn't take any more. "Stop teasing. Put it in your mouth" he gasped hoarsely, his knees shaking "I need to be in your mouth now."

He was breathing heavily. Continuing the steady pace, working his shaft, her fingers curled around it. Hermione lowered her mouth to his shiny tip. He trusts towards her. Her tongue darted out to taste that shiny surface with a salty tang, and she savoured that first connection with her mouth. She had to keep her mind at the moment. Her tongue swirled over it as her hand continued its movements, and her other hand found his balls and started to tease and pull gently on them to add to the sensations, he should feel.

"Thea Athena. Now." Malfoy ordered more forcefully, and she smirked, locking her gaze with him again. She smirked at him. On her terms. Her lips form an O, and she popped her mouth over his attention-lavished penis, but not all the way down for now. She had been told to take it inch by inch to avoid gauging. She just let the tight circle of her lips meet the tip of his penis and slowly roll them downwards, making her mouth water more at the thoughts and sensations happening in her mind and body to lubricate her lips' journey up and down his shaft. Did she enjoy it? She certainly enjoyed having him at her mercy.

Bringing the circle of her lips back up to his penis tip and having her hand resume its attentions on his shaft, she finally got her tongue into action. It made its connection with his frenulum and all the way around his cock collar while her lips retain that snug seal… She also began the slight suction which meant the insides of her cheeks connecting with his penis shaft as she travelled downwards while sucking him off. He moaned at that, his knees buckling, but he remained standing.

She worked the head of his cock and begun to let out those tell-tale suction noises as they both become entirely immersed in her sucking. "Ah! Fuck yes. " He groaned out in pleasure, resting his hand on her head.

A combination of gentle touches and taking them firmly but comfortably in hand and pulling downwards, which causes him to stiffen to a maximum in her mouth. She found it challenging to retain complete suction around his cock as the speed increased. Her mouth took his full length now, so his cock head hit the back of her throat with every thrust. Hermione forced herself to breathe through the nose to avoid gagging. He bent forward, hovering over her. Moaning, trusting. His hands roaming through her hair, fondling her breasts, which caused her nipples to harden. Then his hands weren't molesting her breasts when he got his hands entangled in her hair again, forcing her head back and forth off of him. Hermione struggled.

All pretence of taking his full cock length in and out of her mouth was soon relegated to the past 'tease' part of the blowjob and was all about the head of his cock right in her throat. That was where he seemed to enjoy the most suction, the tightest sensation, the most friction, and the fact it made her choke so violently and loudly around him. She struggled to breathe – and that turned him on even more. She had to get control back. She gasped breaths any time she could, but it never seemed to get enough air. Nothing existed now apart from his cock and making it feel right for him; and that, in turn, was for some reason turning her on. What the hell was wrong with her? Was he murmuring something? Yes, he was! That hadn't been part of the plan! He forced her to turn her on. Or had her boss tricked her and he was just completing the enchantment that went with the last pool. She had to get her control back!

Both his hands were in her hair and she was being bounced off his cock. He was using the very deepest part of her throat as his personal wank sleeve – a fuck toy in which to dump his cum. Remember to breathe, she reminded herself. It was difficult to swallow, but she needed to if she didn't want drool to drop out of her mouth around him and make a mess everywhere… which he would find hot but what he enjoys, even more, would be her struggle to swallow around his cock. Malfoy loved her struggle to breathe and to swallow, and the feelings of her throat, stimulating his cock tip as she was swallowing her saliva right next to it. His facial expression, his grunts and moans gave it all away. She fought back tears. Would she have to endure this for six months?

Finally, she felt that stiffening of his large cock deep in her mouth as he was holding her head still as he grunted his hot ejaculation past her fucked raw tonsils deep into her throat.

"Swallow it!" he ordered her and Hermione complied trying to hide her revulsion. "Good girl." he purred, and Hermione wondered if she could just murder him with some spell, just to get back at him.

Lucius shivered trying to catch his breath. Irene had trained her well. Coming undone by her blowjob hadn't been his plan, but he had not been able to stop himself, and it had wiped off some of her infuriating confidence. That alone had been worth it. Fucking her mouth had felt far too good. He had received some blowjobs in his life, but none as mind-blowing as this one. She would definitely need to repeat that in the coming months. He wanted more. He wanted to bury himself inside her once again. Fucking her so thoroughly that she would moan and beg for more.

He let go of her beautiful hair. Now the time had finally come. He would bury himself inside her.

"Get onto the altar!" he ordered her, locking his eyes with her as she smacked her lips as if to mock him and complied standing up. She certainly didn't seem too faced to show her body to the audience. She turned back and sat onto the block, who adjusted just to the right side for him. He eagerly stepped closer. His midsection clenching in anticipation. This was it. She lay down onto it, deliberately arching her back and letting her gaze roam the audience until it landed back on him. Her irate confidence was back. How? She spread her legs, indicating that she was ready for him and Lucius knew that he would now bury himself in her and make her squeal.

But he faltered as that strange feeling was washing over him again. He stepped in between her eager thighs. Bending down, he traced his lips down her body, over her breasts, his mouth warm as he teased that sensitive spot just above her hips, his breath trailing over the softest part of her belly. Sliding down further, he pushed her legs apart. His eyes locking with hers as he hovered his mouth over her vulva.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured hotly, his breath warm against her aching skin. Why was he doing that?! That wasn't part of the plan! He certainly didn't want to prepare her. He wanted to mark her, ruin her. She parted her lips, smiling to herself and ordered him.

"Lick me." He shivered gulping hard. He hissed, the words coming out of her mouth like a purr.

To Hermione's astonishment, he actually complied, but his body language suggested that he was fighting some other urge. So she did have power over him. He flattened his tongue against her over sensitized nub and trailed it back and forth in long, slow strokes that made her whole body feel like it was tensing up. She groaned and reached down to hold his head in place.

"More," she moaned. "More pressure…" It had felt good.

He did as he was told, sealing his lips around her and centring all his attention right there where she needed it. It made her head spin, the feeling of it, the warmth of his mouth and the way he was teasing her pleasure out of her. She forgot the audience around her, arching her back.

He moaned against her, and the vibrations sending a shock of pleasure through her system. Hermione sank her fingers into his shoulders, holding him in place. His eyes were fixed on her, intent and intense, reading her every reaction to give me what she needed.

And from there, it seemed as though they were communicating without words – he was reading her mind, able to tell everything that was going on in her head and reacting to it as he went. He traced his tongue all over her like he was determined to learn every inch of her off by heart – softening over her sensitive spots, sucking and lapping at the ones that could take a little more. Hermione moaned in pleasure. That wasn't so bad. To that, she could get used to.

He spent a while gently tracing the shape of her sex, moving his tongue up and down the folds that ran from the crook of her thigh down to the centre of her being. Sucking softly on her lips, he seemed determined to taste every part of her. She had never known any man so greedy for her like this Deatheater before, and it was driving her crazy. If he could do this with only his tongue, then…She arched her back, causing him to groan.

She swore, her eyes nearly crossed at the sheer pleasure of that sensation. She'd never felt it before, and Hermione let out a cry to make sure he understood just how good this was for her. Words had long-since escaped her, but that didn't matter. She could tell him everything he needed to know with the movement of her body, with the panting harshness of her breath.

"Lick me," she breathed again, the words coming out of her mouth like a gasp. He flattened his tongue against her oversensitized nub and trailed it back and forth in long, slow strokes that made my whole body feel like it was tensing up. She groaned and reached down to hold his head in place. It was only fair that she returned the favour. After all. He also had held hers in place during her blow job.

She felt the pleasure beginning to build, slowly. He seemed in no rush to get out of there, taking his time and lavishing attention over every inch of her. Lucius spread her legs wide and stroked his tongue in an arc from one thigh to the other, over her swollen nub, and he glanced up at her to read her face – her mouth was parted, her jaw slack, no thought in her head but how close she was getting. She pushed her hips back into him, grinding herself against his face. Malfoy groaned. She had forgotten any sense of decency, only wanting to come, to feel herself give in to the waves of pleasure that he was layering on to her with his mouth for what felt like ages now. Pressure snapped, and she was shuddering uncontrollably.

Still shaken by violent contractions, she hardly noticed when Lucius came over her, fully covering her with his naked body. She felt his hot, hard shaft prodding at her quivering entrance, and then the Deatheater began to sheathe himself into her. He felt large, so incredibly large as he entered her with his hardness, and parted her wet, virginal flesh. When he met the barrier that kept him from going deeper, he paused, locking eyes with her.

"Remember this. I'm the first one to have you." he rumbled triumphantly. "And nobody will be able to change that. From now on you are mine."

"Only for the next six months." Hermione riposted challengingly. "And so far, I'm not particularly impressed."

Malfoy growled, his ridiculous long her hair tickling her. "I will destroy you for anyone else." He promised with strain on his voice, a slight tremble of his body betrayed his desire for her, and she felt how hard it was for him to hold back.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Malfoy," she whispered into his ear, but he only answered by possessively crushing his lips onto hears.

His tongue stroked the insides of her mouth, coaxing hers to meet him in a slow, seductive dance.

She wrapped her arms around him, her hands greedily exploring every bit of skin she reached. His skin was soft like velvet, hard muscles tightening under her touch whenever he moved. When she experimentally ran her fingernails up his wide back, he moaned into her mouth. She rejoiced in the overwhelming feeling of the power she wielded over this hard wizard.

"Lucius … now!" she whispered against his lips and arched her back to welcome him into her body. The wizard answered her with a mighty thrust of his hips, and she felt her tender flesh tear and finally yield to his overpowering strength. A sharp, ripping pain made her cry out, but he mercilessly shoved himself forward, slowly entering her, stretching her until she felt that she couldn't possibly take more.

He buried his face against her neck, sinking his teeth into her tender skin like a mating wolf. It was just the right amount of pain to cause the most delightful pleasure, and she loved the knowledge that he tried to completely possess her marking her as his own. But she would show him that he would never truly possess her. At the same time, he had accomplished to distract her from the pain of their mating, and as she raised her hips, she felt that his full length was now embedded in her, filling her to the hilt. To her surprise, it didn't hurt anymore, and when he began to move, there was only a slight burn left that soon vanished, turning into blinding pleasure. She felt something trickle down her thigh and knew that her virgin's blood was dripping onto the altar now, giving proof of what she had willingly surrendered to her partner. Suddenly, the stone began to vibrate beneath them as if it had developed a life of its own. She opened her mouth to speak but Malfoy nodded, indicating that he felt it, too. What the hell had she gotten herself into! When she heard that it had been an altar, she had assumed that it had just been a saying, now she became worried. She seemed to have been part of a ritual. A fertility ritual! She had to check afterwards if all her contraceptives were still in place. She wouldn't put it past the crazy lady to have tricked her.

"The gods have accepted our sacrifice," he whispered. "We've pleased them." Then he spoke no more, but grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his slender hips, commanding her to hold on tight to him.

"Our sacrifice?" Hermione questioned. "I was the one who sacrificed something."

He didn't react. Instead, his mouth began to ravish her body, his lips and tongue wandering over her neck and down to her breasts, covering them with hot, open-mouthed bites. At the same time, he started to thrust hard into her, again and again without holding back now. She yielded with a choked sob as she placed her hands on his muscular backside and urged him to go deeper. He went out nearly all the way every time, the base of his manhood rubbing against her throbbing flesh before he entered her anew, never stopping until he touched her womb.

Faster, faster he went, pounding into her with all his strength while she screamed and wept with pleasure. Spurred on by her sweet, pleading cries, he slung his mighty arms around her and held her close, desiring to mould her fully into his body. But something was happening. He was struggling. His pale form had turned flushed. More than flushed. His breathing was laboured. He groaned and gasped for air. With a heavy, final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her flesh, giving in to absolute rapture as he filled her with his seed. She reached her peak shortly after and spasmed around him with a raw, breathless cry. He remained inside her and caught his laboured breath,

Hermione also had to catch her breath. Well, she could get used to this. This wasn't so bad. But as he was heavy on her and he was crushing. She regarded him as he struggled to get up. There was no way that he would be able to continue. He looked spent. And he hadn't taken her from behind yet and his penis was already softening.

Malfoy sluggishly got up and she followed swiftly. Now as the cheer from the audience erupted and she was feeling the mix of her virgin blood and his seed run down, she remembered that they did have an audience. The infuriating man lead her around the strangely glowing altar once, so that everybody could see the proof of her sacrifice.

He then spun her around and bent her forward over the altar of the. His weight on top of her seemed to flood her body with renewed liquid need as he dragged his hands over her hips, his hand sliding possessively in between her legs urging her to spread them. His hands against the most intimate flesh between her thighs made Hermione arch and jerk. Captive beneath Lucius strength she could only mewl, whimpering from the mindless pleasure of it as one of his fingers slid slowly into the deepest hollow of her sex again.

"You know what comes next, Thea Athena?" he growled, voice shaking with barely leashed control as his wet finger slid free of her clenching depths, circling roughly around her straining clit.

Hermione shivered, aware of the exposure but unable to stop, parting her legs a little further as she moaned Malfoy's name. That's what men wanted to hear. So, she decided to play along. Her hands flat on the stone, her breasts were pressed onto, her hips pushing back at him causing Malfoy to moan. Her core was wet, slick, burning for him and he grit his teeth as his cock filled his palm, flushed with thick blood and more than ready to take her again.

His weight on her eased a fraction as he leaned back, hands sliding down to her bare thighs and wrapping around her tightly as he pulled her squirming hips up a little. She felt exposed this way, vulnerable, but desperate and liquid and Hermione tensed as Lucius dragged the broad, thick head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her with the size of it before pushing tightly past the inviting lips of her core. Hermione moaned in delight, arching her back. The new angle was working in her favour.

Yes, she bit her lips. She could definitely get used to this. He forced his way further in, thick and hard and a lot more than she expected, stretching her delicate flesh as he sheathed himself in her grasping

tight heat. It felt like he was crushing her into the stone altar as he buried himself all the way to the hilt again. The intensity of pleasure outweighed any pain, the force of his entry rocking them both against the stone as Lucius circled his hips lewdly, trying to seat deeper into her body before he started to fuck her for real, listening to her panted gasps and whimpers as he mercilessly tormented her strained body's nerves.

The drag and slide of his girth was agonising in its bliss and she keened as he started to pull out, ramming home again before she'd even had time to fully register his loss. Fast, sharp beats into her sex sparked every molten aching sense in her body, thumping up her spine as he filled her to bursting. She could feel him, a push of intensity stretching her wide, pressing her forward over the altar as he thrust deep and rough, palms almost burning against her sides. She tried not to scream, colour dancing behind her eyelids as he trapped her in place against his unceasing, proprietary claim, panting a breathless grunt every time he slammed into her body.

It felt like she was going to splinter apart, shatter under the weight of his presence as his pelvis jerked roughly every time, pushing him deeper, crushing her piece by piece until she was almost a part of him. Her hands clawed uselessly into the stone, a whimper on her lips as her body gripped him so intimately, stretched to accept as much as would fit. The friction burned like an ember in the pit of her stomach, red hot and scorching, a swell of flame igniting every nerve as she craned her head back, lips parting in almost painful bliss as she cried out.

Tense, she seized hard, clenching every muscle and bearing down on the blissful, thick presence still plunging deep into her core as sparks exploded in her abdomen. He ground himself against her vehemently, reminding her who she belonged to with every movement of his hips, his pace faltering for a second before he growled, and she felt wet, slippery heat shoot into the depths of her sex. He bathed her insides with his climax as he gave a final few thrust, spending himself fully as his grit his teeth and, with a final grunt, locked himself hard into her core.

She could feel him panting heavily behind her, her legs shaky in delicate slippers on uneven cobbles.

The only thing stopping her crumpling to the ground was the exact same thing that held her pinned to the altar, the penetration between her thighs and the hands that wrapped heat around her bare hips. Aftershocks still fluttered in her, massaging his barely softening cock as Lucius lifted her upright, pulling her back to his chest as he remained embedded between her spread legs.

She hissed and flinched as he flicked at the sensitive nub with his hand, the arm now wrapped possessively around her ribs pinning her in place against his chest as he fingered her, sliding wet circles around her core as he inhaled the sweet hot scent of mixed passion.

Now she began to understand why the penetration from behind part of the ceremony had been. He had been making sure they all knew she was his for the next few months and he was staking his claim in the most wicked way possible.

He was still breathing hard. Still embedded in her.

"Marvellous performance." she could hear Madame Adler's disembodied voice in the room. "A job well done by our Thea Athena."

Malfoy slid out of her stepping towards the altar as if to hold himself upright. Hermione grinned. Yes, he did look extremely exhausted. She wasn't sure if he would be able to continue with the prima nocte without any enhancements.

"The prima nocte will continue in a few minutes, but even though you weren't able to get lucky with her tonight. You are perfectly welcome to reserve arrangements with her in six months' time unless Nr. 69 wants to share her earlier than that."

Malfoy still fighting to catch his breath on wobbly knees only shook his head.

"If not, then you might enjoy yourselves tonight with a few of our established ladies who are eagerly awaiting you in the ballroom."

A second later Hermione blinked and found herself in a different room. She felt a tiny hand let go of her. Malfoy still naked roamed his gaze onto her and herded her towards the bed. Hermione laid down onto the bed and the elder Malfoy crawled eagerly onto her, grasping his head, locking eyes with her, pushing it back into her welcoming folds. But something was off. He froze and suddenly collapsed onto her, pinning her to the bed.

"You've got to be kidding me." Hermione ground out. She was still hot and bothered.