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4

Lucius looked at her, face down on his desk, naked and her hair in his fist, her eyes closed and moans coming out of her mouth as he fucked her. She'd apparently thought he was working too late, because she'd showed up in his study wearing her robe and then dropped it. Turned out she was naked underneath it. She'd laid down over the desk, grabbing a hold of the opposite side and told him she needed a spanking. His dirty girl had turned out to love spanking.

He licked her spine, all the way up to the neck and than bit her, timing their orgasms.

Once he pulled out she turned around and threw her arms around his neck with a big smile on her lips.

"Sorry I interrupted. I was tired so I though it was best if I came down here before I went to bed."

Six weeks of this. Six weeks of amazing sex and introducing her to the little rougher stuff, too. Some spanking, tying her up, some toys (watching her fuck herself with a dildo had been an interesting experience, since it turned him on and made him insanely jealous at the same time) and his favorite; giving blow jobs. She was a quick study, that was for sure.

"I'm glad you did," he said and gave her nose a kiss. "Will you go to my bed and sleep there?"

"If you wish."

"You know I do." He wanted her there with him all night. She was a surprisingly cuddly girl, and he often woke up with her holding him—or was woken by her demands for him to hold her. "I won't be long."

"I hope not," she said with an almost naughty smile as she grabbed her robe. Without putting it on she walked towards the door and she looked over her shoulder. "Have fun."

He looked at her bare back and reddened rear and despite having had a release just minutes before, he felt his cock stir.

He called for Snape thirty minutes later and had a firewhiskey ready when his friend came through the fireplace he held it up for him.

"All well?" Snape asked as he sat down.

"Yes." They hadn't met in a while. Snape had been busy with the first months of school. He was still the headmaster at Hogwarts. "Something happened a few weeks back."

"Really? What?"

"We... argued and..." He wasn't sure how to put it delicately and then came to realize that this was a friend, there was no need to do so. "I fucked her. Rather roughly."

Snape halted with his glass halfway to the mouth and stared at Lucius. "How did she take that?"

"Surprisingly well." He thought about it and then changed his mine. "Very well."

"Little Miss Alma Longbottom enjoying a rough fuck," Snape said with a chuckle. "Didn't see that one coming."

Lucius couldn't help his smile and had no other way of attempting to hid it than by taking another mouthful of his whiskey. It didn't help. Snape clearly saw it and laughed.

"By that pleased smile I take it your weekly meetings are far more pleasurable now."

"Well, they're not weekly, but they are more pleasurable."

"I'm happy for you. I truly am," Snape said and he was still smiling, something that rarely happened. "And the rest? Outside of the bed, how is that going?"

"We never had any problems outside the bed. She's... we meet for breakfasts and dinner, I'm honestly not sure what she does otherwise."

"She's a smart girl. Shy, but very, very smart. Smart even for being a Ravenclaw. Never made much fuss in class, but... clever."

"Coming from you that means she was capable in potion's class. You always judge people by how well they did in that class."

"True, but she did well in school in general. I believe she had a bright future."

"Before being paired with me?" Lucius asked, and was feeling a bit angry at his friend for ruining this moment when he was... happy and proud for having managed to turn his marriage into something good.

"I was rather pointing out that you could have use for her outside of bed, my friend."

"I think we should deal with one thing at a time. No matter her head, she's still eighteen."

"I'm merely saying that she's smart, charming and has become quite beautiful. I'd say it's the kind of wife a man in you position needs."

He had never seen her as a true wife and he did feel that she was too young to take on such a responsibility. At the same time, he knew he had to bring her to dinners and social gathering simply since people would start to wonder if he didn't. Maybe even assume that he was hiding her due to injuries. He'd brought her once and just by walking through the room, several men had come up to talk to him. Not that he enjoyed the though about other men openly ogling here, but if she kept up the classes with Madam Potter and... generally informed her about the politics of business, she could do it. Narcissa had never been all that interested, but had still done a fair job. It would be hard to get others to take her seriously due to her age, but people would still grant her some respect simply for being his wife. He might have a bad reputation, but people still feared him. For no other reason that he could afford to throw hell on them if he chose to.

"I'll take it into consideration."

"Smart people need to keep their head exercised or they'll get bored. A bored woman is a handful."

"I think I'll be able to keep her on her toes for a while with the..."

"Sex," Snape helpfully filled in with a gleam in his eyes. "I haven't gotten Sue to that interesting point yet, but it's... getting better. At least she seems to enjoy it now."

"What do you think the idea really was with these marriages? Considering you being closer to the ministry than I am, you might have some idea."

"The idea was to re-populate the magical community. Coming from a rather love-less marriage, I tried to tell them we'd end up with a bunch of miserable kids like me."

Lucius laughed. "I'm a product from a loveless marriage." He meant it as a defense and then realized how it would be viewed by others and started to laugh at the same time as Snape. "Maybe you should've mentioned that."

"Maybe I should have."

He was tired and talking about Alma made him want to lick her neck while fondling those tits with the constantly pebbled nipples. He put the empty glass on the side table and rubbed his eyes.

"I need sleep."

"Me too," Snape agreed and stood up. "Dinner next week?"

"Sure. Get you out of that school a little."

"Exactly." Snape stood up and walked towards the fireplace. "I'll send an owl or have Sue send one to Alma."

"Sounds good."

"Go and sleep with your wife."

Once Snape was gone, he went upstairs and found Alma sleeping. He took a quick shower before slipping into the bed behind her and pulling her closer. She turned around and gave him a drowsy kiss while mumbling.

"What was that, darling?"

"You taste nice, have you been drinking?"

"Snape popped in."

"Hmm." She still hadn't opened her eyes and threw her leg over his hip. "Kiss my tits goodnight."

"What?" He saw the smile forming on her lips, and realized he'd heard her correctly. "You really are a dirty little girl, telling an old man to kiss your tits goodnight."

She finally opened her eyes. "Since I was face down on the table they feel a bit overlooked today."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" He moved down beneath the cover and took her left nipple into his mouth, while circling the other with his thumb. With a gasp she pulled him closer with her leg and drew her hands into his hair. He let go of her nipple and moved over to the other. "And the other one."

After careful ministrations of that one as well, he let go and moved back up to her lips, covering them with his own. After a long, wet, and deep kiss he looked at her.

"Are they feeling better?"

"Mmmm, much better. Thank you."

-o0o-

Draco came to visit the night after their study-session. He'd noticed Drago's big eyes on Alma and had to braise himself to not hit his own son. Once the women had left for their moment of... whatever women did after dinner, Draco had stared at him.

"She didn't look like that when she was in school."

"I know. Snape told me."

"Actually, she did on that Yule Ball we had during the Triwizard Tournament. Thought it was just a fluke."

"Wasn't she a bit young to go to that?"

"A guy from Durmstrang invited her, probably didn't know how young she was." Draco shrugged. "We teased him for it, but he just maintained that she was beautiful."

He chuckled a bit at the memory, but Lucius didn't feel like chuckling at all. Instead he stared into the fire.

"So.. how is it going?" Draco asked.

"Good. All good. Think she's... settling in."

They talked. His son'd had the opportunity to marry out of love since they had been in a long relationship when the law came into effect and simply engaged and married a bit earlier than first planned. When Alma came in alongside Astoria half an hour later, he could immediately see that something was wrong. She greeted Draco and Astoria before they left and then looked at him.

"I'm very tired tonight. I'm going to bed."

"I can come with you."

"No, I thought I'd go to my bed, if you don't mind."

He decided to give her a few minutes on her own to bawl her eyes out, because that was clearly what she had in mind. He gave her a nod and sat down. Obviously Astoria had said something, and he had no problem imagining what she might've said. They were the same age and had consequently been to Hogwarts at the same time. A pureblood Slytherin and a half-blood Ravenclaw. Didn't take a genius. He emptied his glass and then went up the stairs, he didn't bother knocking.

"Done with the crying?" he asked as he entered the room.

"Yes," she mumbled from her bed. "What are you doing here?"

"We might not have been married for long, but I know what you look like when you're about to cry." He sat down on the bed, and she turned to look at him. "So what did she say?"

Alma shrugged. "The usual. Same things she said while we were in school."

"That you're a half-blood?"

"Yes. And that it was a shame that I'd pollute the Malfoy family line and..."

"And?"

"That it was good that I at least looked a little better these days so you had some use of me as a nymphette."

"A what?"

"From a muggler book, I was a bit surprised she'd heard the expression. Young sex toy, basically." Alma sat up and looked at him. "I just got upset. Sorry."

"You should've punched her," he mumbled and when she smiled he gave her a kiss. "If I'm paying for that training, I expect you to make good use of it. What did you say?"

"When she called me a sex toy?"

"Mhmm." He pushed her to her back and smiled at her. "Did you bite your tongue or did you say something... nasty?"

"I didn't," she answered with a big smile. "I just confirmed that I was."

He'd had a feeling she'd done that and laughed. "You've earned a reward."

"What?"

"You can chose what position we fuck tonight."

"You're a dirty old man with a teenage sex toy, you know that?"

"Oh, I know, but in my defense, I was forced to marry you. I'm just making the best of the situation handed to me."

She grabbed a hold of his hair and looked at him. "I'm glad the best for you is getting me off as well." Then she nestled her legs into his. "I wanna be on top."

In general, they fucked a lot. As much as possible and he loved every damn second of it. When she pulled off her nightgown and then leaned over him, pushing her breast against his mouth. He willingly opened and then sucked hard on it. When she finally sank down over his dick he groaned she looked at him with a smile.

"I need to tell you something about my cock," he said and sat up with her straddling him, impaled by his dick. "It's considered pretty big. Which means you're a lucky little dirty girl."

"I already knew I was lucky," she said with a smile. "It's a great cock."

"Just thought that next time someone said you were just a sex toy, you could tell them you're a sex toy who gets a big dick."

She put her arms around his neck and started to move over him, in slow moves, sometimes teasing the tip of his dick and then sit down to take all of him. He let her play a while, but had already decided what they'd do that night. So before she'd drive him insane with her teasing, he grabbed her closer, threw his legs over the edge of the bed and walked them over to her dressing table.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll see," he said and pulled out of her, putting her down on the table with her back against his chest.

"You said I'd get to chose today."

"I can take you back to the bed, but I think you'll like this."

"Okay. Make it worth it."

Sitting on her heels on the table, facing the mirror, he made her spread her legs. Her eyes shone when she looked at herself and her eyed dropped to her crotch.

"Look at that pink pretty pussy," he whispered into her ear. "Want me to finger it for you?" She nodded with big eyes, hypnotized by seeing herself in the mirror. He kissed her shoulder and looked at his own hand playing with her. "Play with your tits." She immediately obeyed him.

He moved to stand directly behind her and moved his dick to stroke her between the legs and could see it, sticking out, teasing her, coating itself with the wet dripping from her.

"Wow," she mumbled, still playing with her nipples. "Please," she said after a few more moments of teasing.

"Please, what?"

"Please, I want to see you fuck me."

He changed the angle and impaled her once again. "Do you like that?"

"Yes," she groaned. "I like that. It's a great dick."

"And a very pretty pussy. We're a nice match. Look at it," he kissed the side of her neck, nibbling on it. "Look at it going inside you." She groaned. "You like that, don't you? Watching yourself being fucked."

"Yes..."

"I know you do. Because you're a dirty little girl."

"Yes." Her eyes were big and her cheeks flushed red. "Make me cum."

"Patience, darling."

She leaned her head back, grabbed his hair and forced him down for a kiss. After looking into his eyes she growled, like a wild animal. "Make me cum."

"Then keep looking into the mirror. I want you to see it. I want you to see your juices running down my cock when you cum all over it."

And he made her cum, three times at different spots in the room, before he released inside her. Just when he was about to fall asleep she kissed his cheek. "I thought we agreed that the sex was going to be in your room."

"We agreed on that when you didn't like sex and didn't want to have to think about us having had it in your bed."

"So you knew why I didn't want to have it there?"

"Of course I knew." He turned round and put his arm around her. "Go to sleep before you get horny again. You need to keep in mind that I'm and old man."

"In other words, it's more likely that I fuck you to death than the opposite."

"What did we say about being smart?"

"It turns you on."

Since she was right, he didn't object, just gave her a kiss. "Go to sleep my clever little sex toy. Please!"