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Hermione let the cane fall to the ground and kissed Lucius. Kissing Lucius, she reflected, was very different from kissing Severus. Severus's kisses had been hard as iron and so hot she feared she would go up in flames. Kissing Lucius was like being caught in a riptide, feeling an inexorable pull into deeper waters.

Somehow, she had ended up straddling him, knees sinking into the soft cushion of the seat, her mouth still firmly attached to Lucius's. For his part, his fingers were dancing over her skin, rubbing and tweaking anything they encountered. Every caress of hand or tongue coiled her more tightly, and soon Hermione was moaning softly into Lucius's mouth, rubbing up against his hard cock, which strained against the lace of his briefs.

Without even stopping to warn her, Lucius pulled out the wand that was still in her boot, cleared the toys and box from Severus's desk, and cast a Cushioning Charm on it. With a smirk, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the desk, where he set her down.

Whatever Lucius was, unqualified to teach Charms he wasn't. It felt as if an invisible mattress and featherbed had been laid atop the desk. Lucius met her eye and stuck two fingers into his waistband, lowering it slightly. She was surprised to see the edge of a tattoo on the front of his hip, barely obscured by the lacy material.

"What say you, Hermione: tit for tat?" he asked, eyeing her bust hungrily.

"By all means," she said, swallowing hard.

"Allow me," said Lucius, reaching between her breasts and unfastening the clasp with a snap of his fingers.

The brassiere popped open, releasing Hermione's breasts into Lucius's waiting hands. He held them gently for a moment before he began running his thumbs over her nipples, which were already rosy and pointed from their previous activities.

Hermione's eyes fell shut as he kissed her breasts reverently, feeling the centre of heat where his tongue brushed her aureole. He continued his gentle ministrations, gently squeezing and caressing her breasts, until Hermione was ready for more vigorous activity.

"Lucius," she said breathlessly. "Aren't I supposed to get tat for tit?"

"So I did," he said softly. "However, I'm afraid you may end up with substantially more than tat."

"I suppose I'll have to owe you," she said with a grin.

They both ignored a loud snort from the bed.

"Allow me," said Hermione, hooking her thumbs through the waistband and releasing Lucius's erection gently. She slid the lacy briefs down his legs until they fell to the floor.

Lucius's cock was perhaps a bit shorter than Severus's and stockier, but the same could be said for the man himself. Where Severus was slender and concave, Lucius swelled with muscle. Where Severus was dark, Lucius was golden. Hermione ran her hand along Lucius's muscular torso and ran her hand between his legs, cupping his scrotum as gently as he had Severus's.

His penis twitched, and Lucius leaned forward into her grasp. She rubbed the sensitive skin behind his scrotum with two fingers and massaged the base of his penis with her other hand.

She was so fascinated by the lovely sounds he was emitting that she nearly jumped when she felt his fingers between her legs. She immediately relaxed into his touch, spreading her legs slightly to allow him access to the sensitive areas. He did not disappoint, showing his hands to be at least as talented as his mouth as he worked his fingers slowly but insistently into her moistness.

Once inside, Lucius's fingers began fluttering. She couldn't say how, exactly, but her insides were growing progressively hotter and wetter. Her breathing was becoming more and more erratic, and she was no longer able to coordinate her hands.

"That's it," murmured Lucius. "Lie back now."

She did as he bade and was surprised when he withdrew his fingers, parted her legs further and began licking her.

A large shudder ran through her, and her insides tensed. "Lucius," she hissed, "what are you doing?"

"I should think that obvious," he drawled between great sweeps of his tongue.

"It's wonderful," she said, squirming against the Cushioning Charm. "Please don't stop."

"But if I didn't stop at some point, my dear, I couldn't do this," said Lucius, after which he inserted his tongue as far into Hermione as he could reach. Her startled gasp turned into a throaty chuckle; his nose tickled her in the loveliest way. When he withdrew and inhaled, Hermione moaned, but he soon thrust his tongue into her again. Then again, this time swirling his tongue around her clitoris between thrusts. Hermione's eyes fell shut, and her hips began to meet his rhythm. She was vaguely aware that she was chanting his name like a mantra, feeling her conscious mind slip away into a meditation of hot flesh and the need for friction.

Sensing her state, Lucius gently cupped her jaw in his hand. "Hermione, my dearest," he said, voice hoarse. "I want to make love to you now.'

She opened her eyes. "Oh, please!" she begged. "Please, now!"

"So eager," he commented. "I take it you are enjoying yourself."

She propped herself on her elbows. "Lucius, if your cock is not inside me in twenty seconds, I am locking myself in the toilet with all of your toys!"

"As the lady wishes," he said, smirking. Lucius laid her back on the desk until her feet were no longer hanging off the end and applied his tongue to the inside of her ankle. He licked a long line up to her centre, over which he ran his tongue at a leisurely pace. As she gasped from the contact, he suddenly shifted and slid himself inside her.

Her mouth opened in a silent O, fingers digging into his hips.

Lucius seized the opportunity and kissed her hard, starting gentle thrusts with his hips, which quickly increased in frequency and amplitude.

She returned his kiss, revelling in the bitterness of her own taste and tilting her hips to meet his. Before she thought it possible, she felt her muscles begin to clench, her nerves firing more signals to her brain than it could handle. Her breath began to come in short gasps, and then it came. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as seemingly every muscle in her pelvic region contracted, sending great waves of pleasure radiating outwards from where she and Lucius were joined. She was nearly borne away on the sensation and only just remembered to breathe.

Her eyes flew open, and she gulped in air in huge lungfuls, heart hammering. She belatedly realised that Lucius was watching her with a soft smile on his face.

"I'm sorry," she said, colouring slightly. "I didn't mean to go off without you."

Lucius kissed her. "You were perfect, Hermione. Like a lioness."

"You don't mind?"

"My erect cock is inside a beautiful, sensual witch whose sudden climax has made her insides even wetter and more sensitive. What exactly ought I object to?"

Hermione laughed. "Well, then, I suppose this means I can pay more attention to you."

"Naturally," smirked Lucius. "Why else would I have worked so hard to ensure an early and intense orgasm for you?"

Hermione laughed, and tightened her muscles around Lucius. "It wasn't just a desire to take me with my boots on?"

"No Slytherin ever has just one motive," he said, managing a grin between groans.

In her post-orgasmic haze, Hermione was acutely aware of Lucius's movements inside her, and she was pleased to feel his penis grow harder with each thrust. She dragged her fingernails lightly from his buttocks up to his shoulder blades, and he shivered.

"Do that again, little lioness," he ordered, arching into his thrusts.

She leaned up and licked his throat, now deliciously salty with perspiration, and ran her nails up his back again, this time a bit harder.

His thrusts were coming more erratically. It wouldn't be long now.

"So good," he said hoarsely. "So perfect. Oh, Hermione, you wicked minx, just like that. Darling, I'm so close! I-"

SMACK!

"AAAAAH!"

Hermione's eyes flew open to find the furious Potions master standing over Lucius. Lucius had stiffened in surprise and twisted his neck around to face Severus, who was twirling one of the velvet restraints that had bound him on the end of a riding crop.

"What a pleasant surprise!" exclaimed Lucius. "Severus, you clever thing, you remembered our old safe word. I had to keep it on those velvet bindings for old time's sake. And your timing couldn't be better. You're just in time to join me for my first climax of the evening. Gracious, you're certainly still up for it. There's a jar of lubricant in the box. Now that you've marked my arse so nicely, you might as well put it to good use."

"Lucius, if you spill so much as a drop of your seed inside Miss Granger, I will dose you with Everlasting Limpness Libation."

Hermione peered over Lucius's shoulder; she could see the bright red mark left by the riding crop.

"Come now, Severus," said Lucius, wiggling his arse at Severus. "The game is much friendlier with three."

"You will withdraw instantly!" ordered Severus. "And you can stop giving me that look right now, Miss Granger. You're in enough trouble as it is."

Lucius frowned but did as Severus bade. As if by unspoken accord, they stood in front of Severus, who paced in front of them, still wearing nothing but his suspender belt, hose, and boots. As Lucius had observed, Severus's erection was still bobbing proudly with every step.

"So," said Severus, "you thought you could get rid of me and play your sick little games on my desk, did you?"

"Actually, Severus, given your penchant for voyeurism, we thought you might enjoy it," corrected Lucius.

"Silence!" ordered Severs, smacking Lucius's hip with his riding crop. "Miss Granger, do you know the penalty for inappropriate relations with a teacher is in this school?"

"Detention followed by a demonstration of alternate uses for stirring rods?" she asked cheekily.

Severus stuck the leather end of the riding crop under her chin and lifted it until she was looking him in the eye.

"Immediate expulsion," he said with a smirk. "What an unexpected pleasure it is to rid the school of its most infamous student and win ten Galleons from Lucius in one fell swoop."

Hermione's heart fell into the pit of her stomach. Had Severus's interest earlier been an act? Had getting rid of her been his goal all along? If Lucius was nervous, he certainly wasn't letting on.

"Come now, Severus, surely you can think of a more suitable punishment for a young lady anxious to make her way in the world."

Severus walked around Hermione, inspecting her from head to booted foot. He rubbed the business end of the riding crop on her buttocks and gave her a brisk smack, ignoring her gasp of surprise.

"I suppose corporal punishment might be an option," he said dubiously, "depending on Miss Granger's tolerance and endurance."

Hermione frowned slightly. The riding crop had made an excellent sound and given her a bit of a start, but it hadn't hurt a bit. Her mind was whirling. He was using his own riding crop, she deduced, not having seen it in Lucius's box. Thus, he had to be aware that it was causing no pain. And he was obviously still aroused. She fought to repress a sudden grin. He was joining them at last!

"You've been awfully quiet, Miss Granger," said Severus. "Have you no impassioned speech for why you should not be punished."

She hung her head. "No, Professor, I have no excuse for my actions. I only ask that the punishment fit the crime."

Severus nodded seriously at her. "Since the crime was one of academic curiosity, I suppose there is but one punishment."

Hermione's mouth went dry. "And what is that?"

Severus went to his desk drawer and pulled out a quill and a bottle of red ink. "You are to be evaluated."

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