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Family time, alone time, the surf, the sun, the secrets...
High above the turquoise Caribbean waters, gleaming in the midday sun, stood a great white edifice - the residence of Lucilla Malfoy de Gramont, the illegitimate daughter of Abraxas Malfoy. Hermione took in its graceful proportions and intricately-designed balconies, noting that a lot of time and care must have went into its design.
Her eyes flickered to Lucius's, as she tried hard not to fidget. "Your sister knows I'll be coming here with you, right?" she asked.
"She knows I'm bringing a guest," he casually replied.
"Did you tell anyone else about us?"
"Draco, obviously."
Hermione nodded. "He seems to be unfazed by it."
Lucius chuckled. "He's supportive enough."
She didn't press him for more details. Hand in hand, they walked up to the house through the majestic gardens heavy with fragrance of tropical flowers. Faint sounds of gurgling water of the fountains could be heard in the distance.
"It's hard to believe we're not in paradise," Hermione murmured. She squeezed Lucius's hand, and he reached down to kiss her. "She must be very happy living here."
"Happier, at any rate," he said. "She's had a difficult life." Clearing his throat, he clarified, "Being my father's illegitimate daughter wasn't easy. When she finally married and left the country, her luck didn't improve. Her first two husbands were abusive."
"How awful!"
"It's all behind her now."
Hermione gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm glad she's found happiness. You said you had a niece. Is Leera her only child?"
"Yes." He cast his eyes down. "She's had a lot of trouble conceiving. Needless to say, Lucilla dotes on her."
"Lucius!" cried a feminine voice in genuine delight from the terrace near the front entrance.
"Luddi!" he called back to a tall, striking witch in celadon summer dress glided down to them, happily greeting Lucius with a kiss on a cheek. Hermione stood shyly to the side, waiting to be introduced.
"Welcome to my home!" Lucilla said with a slight French accent, reaching out to shake her hand.
Hermione exchanged pleasantries with the witch, in slight awe of her self-possession and exotic beauty with her violet eyes and black satin hair, which was twisted into a tasteful chignon. She took the new arrivals by one arm each and chattered happily as she led them through the trees toward the back lawn where the sound of children's laughter could be heard.
"Let me introduce you to the birthday girl. We've just cut the cake, so all the children out there are full of sugar," the proud mother explained.
"I thought I heard the sounds of Malfoy," said a kind voice from the terrace.
Hermione turned to see a youthful wizard coming forward to greet them.
"Hermione, may I present Nicolas de Gramont? Nicolas, this is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger." They shook hands, and Hermione's nervousness faded away. She expected Lucius's extended family to treat her the way Draco had in Hogwarts, but they were warm and understated.
As they turned the corner, the company was accosted by little girls in pastel dresses playing all over yard. A precocious girl in yellow dress came hurling toward Lucilla.
"Maman!"
"Leera! Look who came to see you!"
"Uncle Lucius! Is Draco here with you?"
Lucius greeted his niece with remarkable tenderness and lifted her up in his arms.
"No, Leera. He couldn't come. But I brought someone else to meet you. This is my special friend, Hermione Granger."
"Very nice to meet you, Leera." Hermione smiled at the adorable girl. With her long brown curls and pink cheeks, Leera looked surprisingly mature for a six-year-old.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Granger," the girl said, eyeing her warily with a slight pout on her lips.
"Happy Birthday," Hermione said.
Lucius handed Leera his present. The girl thanked them as she tore at the wrapper, then ran off to show it to her playmates. It looked like the kids were back to entertaining themselves. Nicolas and Lucilla led their guests to a gazebo under a flowering tree where lunch was about to be served, Lucilla walked ahead and began instructing the house-elves.
"Does she remember that Father's codicil goes into effect next week?" Lucius asked Nicolas.
He sighed. "I don't know."
Lucius's face registered his disbelief. "What do you mean you don't know?"
"Come on, Lucius!" Nicolas's tone was sharp. "I don't want to bring it up. I've been waiting to see if Lucilla will mention it, but so far she's refrained."
"Do you thinks she could have forgotten?" There was concern in Lucius's voice.
The question hung in the air between the two wizards like the heavy scent of plumeria all around them.
"Well," Lucius resumed with classical Malfoy delicacy, "I don't see why it needs to mean anything unpleasant. All Lucilla needs to do is to come to London to initiate the transfer of funds. She need not interact with Mother in any way. "
They stood in silence, linked only by creeping tendrils of growing apprehension.
Before Hermione could inquire further as to the nature of their brief exchange, Lucilla's joyful voice floated to them from the gazebo, "Come along, you three! Lunch is served."
The rest of the day followed at a leisurely pace without any more mentions of the codicil and its meaning. After the children's party dispersed, Lucilla and Nicolas convinced their guests to go surfing on their private beach. Even though she was nervous, Hermione liked their company too much to end their visit short, so she agreed.
The company walked down from the house to a secluded beach covered in powder white sand. They picked a spot near the lush vegetation and set down their things. Nicolas and Lucilla told stories of their surfing adventures in Australia, as they prepared their boards.
"I like that on you," Lucius said, eyeing Hermione up in her bikini.
"Thanks." She smiled at him and started piling her hair into a bun atop her head. She didn't think her swimwear was particularly revealing enough to warrant any commentary on it.
"You're ready?" Lucilla asked Lucius with a challenge in her tone. "Let's see if you still remember how we used to do it on the North Sea, little brother. Hope you didn't get too rusty."
"Luddi, there is not a rusty bone in my body."
"We'll see about that," she retorted.
When the foursome paddled the outskirts of the waves, it really hit Hermione that she wasn't casually dating Lucius anymore; this was intimate family time, and she was included in it. She looked to her wizard and smiled. Sitting upright on their boards, they waited for a wave, and when one started to break close to them, Lucius caught it first. Hermione marveled at his grace, certain she wouldn't look like this on her board.
With her toes an inch from the back, she paddled into the potential wave. Looking over her shoulder, she could see it climbing higher, so she pushed faster. When she felt it snag her board, pushing her, she gripped the rails and popped herself up. Keeping her knees bent, Hermione maintained her balance and took off.
There was no other feeling in the world like riding a wave. The wind in her face, a wall of water at her left, curving around, trying to consume her. She bent her knees a little further, trying to steer the board, then dipped her fingers into the curling wall to feel the cool water rushing past her. Using magic to maintain her balance at maximum speed, she glided out before the wave could connect at the end and swallow her.
Nicolas and Lucilla cheered for her from the distance. Hermione felt alive and invincible with a new adrenaline rush, going back again and again until the daylight hours burnt out. Lucius's athleticism and stamina was impressive, and as they set aside their boards for a walk on the shore, Hermione was incredibly turned on. The moment Nicolas and Lucilla were out of view, Lucius reached for her and lifted her into his arms.
She grabbed at his biceps.
"You are..." Lucius began, shaking his head, stumped at his search for the right word.
"I'm what?"
He began to walk into the water. "What are you doing to me?" he asked, his mouth tickling at her ear.
"What do you mean?" Hermione's legs wrapped around him when they waded waist-deep.
"You're driving me mad," Lucius replied and kissed her.
She kissed him back and gently rubbed her pelvis against his stomach, the ocean water licking at their skin. His arms tightened around Hermione, his chest pressing against hers as the water rose up to her shoulders. She opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, using the heels of her feet to push him closer. The ocean, the tropical air, and the fading sun were intoxicating. Watching Lucius surf and now being intimate with him was enough to melt Hermione's ovaries.
"I want you," she told him without any reservations.
He grinned with that cocky smile of his. "You're insatiable."
"Would you rather I want someone else?"
He shot her a glare. "No," he said firmly, grabbing at Hermione's head and kissing her.
His obvious disinterest at the idea rendered the witch extremely happy. Sometimes she felt foolish when she started to think about how much she'd grown to truly adore this wizard in such an awfully short time. Not that she had visions of wedding bells in her head, but Hermione knew that she wanted more of him; the weekends just wouldn't be enough after this trip. To prove her point, she reached down between them and grabbed his cock outside of his swim trunks. She felt his forearm come around her lower back and knew what his next move would be. Hermione opened her thighs father, and his free hand came to her front. Hidden in the water, Lucius's thumb pressed against her pussy, and she stifled her cry of exultation. She continued to squeeze at his cock, as the small waves crashed into their bodies.
Hermione loved the feel of him, so potent and hard beneath her hands. When he made contact with her clit, she increased the pressure on her movements, kissing him hard once again.
"Ahhh," she cooed when Lucius started a steady rhythm against her hot spot. She knew they were still outside in public, but all she could concentrate on were their hands on each other. Her hips gyrated against him, and he welcomed their movements.
"You're driving me mad as well," Hermione whispered to him. Lucius's labored breathing drives her even further.
"We're good at being mad together, then." His thumb hooked around the fabric of her bikini and pushed up, underneath her clit, rubbing with delicate, insistent movements like only he could.
"Holy shit," she panted and grab him harder, trying to maintain her steady strokes on him. The tightening feeling was spreading through her body as Hermione pushed her center closer to his hand. Just as the feeling picked up momentum, someone called out to them.
"Are you two ready to head back?" Nicolas called from behind large rocks lining the beach and hiding them from view.
The lovers' heads both snapped in his direction.
"Yes, we're coming," Lucius called back, but kept his hands on his girlfriend's waist, leading her out of the deeper water. "Just not the way I want," he mumbled, and Hermione could only laugh at their mutual frustration.
Lucius could sense Hermione's impatience on their way back to his house. He loved how eager she was to give herself to him. After a busy day of socializing, there was nothing better than the thrill of finally being alone with her.
He backed her against the wall as he kissed her, his lips dominating hers. Her hands grappled at his shirt, pulling it free from the trousers. His own hands roamed over her waist and bottom, pushing up the skirt of her dress.
Lucius marveled at how soft her skin always felt. Soft and delicate, like the witch herself.
He grabbed at her arse, lifting her up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Hermione sank her fingers into his hair, pressing his face into her neck. With a growl, Lucius carried her to the bed.
"I love when you're so possessive with me," she said, as he lowered her onto the mattress.
"I don't want to share you. I don't want anyone to make you feel ..." Lucius paused, rubbing his hand over her pussy. "...like I make you feel," he finished.
His witch only gasped in response. He kissed her again. Her mouth opened immediately, her tongue massaging his. He used a spell to divest her of her clothes. She didn't. Hermione slid his shirt off slowly, humming in pleasure when his chest was bared to her.
Although he knew she was his, Lucius was still driven with primal need to consume her.
"Hermione," he whispered her name against her lips.
"Yes?" she panted.
"I want to tie you up again. Just like the first time."
Licking her lips, she only said, "Okay."
At her consent, he conjured up the black ribbons again and tied her wrists with them before pinning them to the headboard.
"Open your legs," Lucius commanded her, and she complied with typical eagerness, spreading her thighs wide.
He stood in front of her, taking her in completely; he liked taking his time to appreciate the finer things in life, and Hermione Granger was a masterpiece. Her pussy was incredible, all pink, wet and inviting. Her folds were delicate, framing the tightest hole Lucius ever had the pleasure of filling. He took in the rest of her, marveling at her deliciously flared hips, taut stomach, and firm, enticing breasts.
When he looked into her dark eyes, the woman who gazed back was not the nervous ingenue of their first date, but a confident seductress. Lucius hovered above her, careful not to touch her yet.
"You look beautiful tied up," he told her, moving down her body until his head was between his legs.
"Ah!" She jumped, then immediately pushed her hips toward his face.
He dragged his tongue up her damp slit. Hermione's head dropped between her outstretched arms, and she moaned in half pleasure, half agony.
She tasted so good. Too good, it really should be a crime. Lucius thought he'd gone deranged the first time he tasted her warm, sweet flesh. Perhaps it has made him deranged. He was addicted to bringing her pleasure. As this thought passed, he shoved his tongue under the hood of her clit and flicked her relentlessly, just like he knew she liked.
"Unngh! Lucius!" Hermione called out, and when he licked her bundle of nerves again, she cried out even louder, angling her body away from his mouth.
Lucius was having none of that. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, holding her still in place. He licked the wetness of her excited pussy, running his tongue up to tease her clit again.
"You don't play fair," she whined in a small voice.
Lucius couldn't help the wolfish grin spreading on his face. "Fairness has nothing to do with this, but just because you said that..." He untied her bounds and pulled her off the bed.
"Bend over and grab the frame," he instructed her.
Hermione grasped the headboard and bent over. In the same instant, the ribbons retied themselves around her wrists. Lucius swallowed at the sight of her tight bottom. He vanished the rest of his clothing and positioned himself at her pink heat before pushing the head in. She gasped, and he grabbed her hips, giving her a moment to adjust to him before beginning her punishment in earnest. He slowly thrust in and out, pushing her dark curls past her smooth back and over her shoulder. Hermione adjusted her balance and bent over even more. Lucius thrust his hips forward, forcing more of her muscles apart, penetrating her deeper than ever. She yelped, and he saw her cringe from the pressure, but couldn't stop himself from doing it again. His nerves were on fire, as her muscles gripped his cock. He slammed into her over and over, keeping her hips in front of his pelvis.
"Fuck, Lucius!" she cried out, trying to maintain her position.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on not hurting her ... too much. She moaned incoherently, as he slid in and out of her, pushing himself into her just far enough to kiss her deepest spot, loving the way she gasped every time he got a little too far. He loved the way she called out his name and bit her lip to suppress her louder screams. Few things in life were as erotic as watching her petite frame wiggle to accommodate his size. She had to be the tightest witch Lucius ever had, including every virgin he'd never been with.
"Ow!" Hermione whimpered when he slammed into her to the hilt.
Immediately, Lucius pulled back to relieve the pressure, moving his hands up to grasp her breasts, loving the feel of them in her hands. She craned her neck to look back at him as he increased his pace, her curls bouncing, her brown eyes watering.
"Do you like being tied up?"
"I do ... but only ... f-for you," she stammered out.
Her words went straight to his cock. He loved hearing her admit that she's his and his cock is the only cock competent enough to please her.
Lucius pumped harder into her. Her tight channel flexed around his cock with every thrust, as she arched her back and begged for more.
"Lucius," Hermione panted his name in that sweet husky tone that told him she's close to coming. He leaned down more over her and kept up his vigorous speed.
"I'm gonna come," she moaned.
Lucius bit her shoulder, fucking her hard into the mattress until she screamed from her climax. Hearing her come - the mere potency of the moment that he's the one responsible for her unparalleled pleasure - robbed the Pureblood wizard of all control, as he spurted his release deep inside her.
Hermione's legs shook and she visibly shivered. Something about those movements made Lucius feel exceedingly proud. Panting against her neck, he relaxed his body down on hers and whispered a spell to unbind her hands. She turned to look at him.
"You can tie me up anytime," she said, and all he could do was smile.