A/N: Ahem, if you have a problem with spit, gagging, etc, this won't be a chapter for you. Or subsequent chapters. Oh, and breeding kink warning coming through. I mean it is a Marriage Law fic so I guess that's expected but…

Chapter Fourteen

Today was my wedding day. I was getting married in an hour, actually. The clock continued to tick down quickly, no matter how slowly I wished it would go. I know that I had already given in to Lucius in so many ways, but this felt final. I hadn't seen Lucius since breakfast, and as much as I was anxious, I also felt an intense desire to have him hold me.

Hermione and Ginny were awkwardly waiting in my room with me after helping me into my dress. Lucius had gone all out – it was a beautiful rose gold with a sweetheart neckline and long train. I had matching heels, four inches this time, and my hair was down in loose curls. I was wearing diamond stud earrings, a diamond tennis bracelet, and my kitten necklace… collar. There was no other necklace on the bed, and I hadn't taken it off since Lucius put it on me a week ago. I knew Ginny and Hermione had questions, as it didn't match everything else, but they didn't pry.

It was awkward in the room, as Ginny was having a hard time reconciling with the fact that Hermione had chosen Draco over her brother. But, oddly, Ron had agreed that he was having second thoughts as well, so maybe it would work out for the best. The spa had been awkward as well, but I'd shoved it aside to enjoy myself. I had been massaged, pampered, and prepped, and my fingernails and toenails were painted red.

"I can't believe this is really happening." Hermione said faintly, staring at me.

"You're next." I said lightly, trying to force a laugh.

She swallowed and nodded, her eyes glazing over. She and Draco would have their ceremony three weeks from today, and she'd move in a few days beforehand. It was all surreal.

"We could still try and get you out of the country." Ginny said as she handed me a glass of champagne.

I downed it in one gulp, my hands shaking. "Lucius would find me. I don't even have a bank account anymore." I had gotten access to the Gringotts account, and Lucius had set a limit of withdrawing two thousand galleons at a time. That was a lot of money, almost ten thousand pounds, but it wouldn't hide me for long, and Lucius was notified every time I made a withdrawal. We'd had a conversation after I'd withdrawn money to buy his wedding gifts, and I made a comment about using his money to buy his own gifts, and he'd responded that he didn't give a damn. So I bought the gifts anyway.

There was a knock on the door and Alma walked through.

"Oh, you look beautiful!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Mister Malfoy does have excellent taste, doesn't he?"

We all nodded, and I handed my glass back to Ginny for a refill. Once done, I tossed it back.

"We're ready for you now, Olivia. I'll walk you to the conservatory and then the ceremony will begin."

I inhaled shakily before nodding, and we followed her down the stairs. Hermione and Ginny went through to take their seats and I paused outside, shifting nervously. I was aware of the fact that I should have my father walking me down the aisle, but it didn't particularly concern me. My mother would have plenty of comments about my dress, I'm sure.

"Alright, Olivia. You're all set. On my cue, the doors will open, and you will walk down and meet Mister Malfoy." Alma said as she fluffed the train of my dress.

I inhaled deeply and nodded, holding my bouquet so tightly that I was certain I'd kill the flowers before I'd make it down the aisle. Before I knew it, the doors were opening, and she was motioning me forward.

There were so many eyes on me that I considered turning around and leaving. My breathing increased rapidly, and I forced myself to keep walking, and I was practically hyperventilating by the time I made it to the altar. Lucius grasped my hands and essentially threw the bouquet away.

"Eyes on me, kitten." He muttered, holding my hands tightly. "I'm all that matters."

I nodded sharply, squeezing his hands back, my eyes never leaving his. The Ministry official went through the ceremony, and I jolted when I realized that it was time for the exchange of bands and handfasting. I slid the gold band onto Lucius' left hand, and he did the same for me before the official used his wand to bind us. Forever. Till death do us part.

Lucius pulled me to him and kissed me fiercely, applause erupting around us. I was breathing heavily, clinging to him, feeling overwhelmed.

"Just another minute, kitten, and then you get a break." Lucius murmured into my ear.

He pulled me to him, and I wrapped my arm around his as he walked us back down the aisle and out of the room. He pulled me into his study a few moments later, I felt the familiar sensation of stepping through wards, and he shut the door behind us. I inhaled deeply and relaxed a little.

"You look ravishing, Olivia." Lucius said as he stared at me from the door before stepping up to me and pulling me to him, his hand stroking my hair.

"You look pretty handsome yourself." And he did look good in his tuxedo, his hair loose around his shoulders.

"I regret not having you walk down the aisle with my cum inside you." He mused, and I rolled my eyes. "I think I'll have to settle for putting you on your knees and cumming down your throat."

My eyes widened in surprised, lips parting. Lucius took the opportunity to run his finger over my lips and then shove them in my mouth, and I choked.

"All our guests are waiting for us and little do they know you're going to suck my cock until I come down your throat." His fingers thrust in and out of my mouth, and then he pulled them out before grasping my hands. "On your knees, wife. Choke on my cock in that beautiful wedding dress."

I kicked my heels off before using his hands as leverage to lower myself to my knees. I situated my dress around me and then my hands went to his belt. I had it unfastened and his dick out in seconds. His beautiful, hard cock, standing at attention, weeping from the head. On impulse, I took my finger and drug it from base to tip on the underside of his cock, sticking my finger in my mouth to taste his precum.

Lucius groaned, and he grabbed my veil and tossed it away. "Look at me. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I want you to drool for me."

"You're going to mess up my makeup."

"That's my right as your husband."

With a blush, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, watching as his eyes darkened.

"You look beautiful on your knees for me. Collared. Tongue out, panting with need."

Gods, the more he talked, the wetter I got, and I felt the spit pool in my mouth and start to drip down my tongue. It was humiliating and ridiculously hot. He grabbed my face firmly, his thumb on one side of my mouth and his fingers trailing up my cheek on the other. He stared at me for a moment, my mouth open and tongue out, before he bent down and spit into my mouth. I almost came right there on the floor.

"I know you're not ready, but I cannot wait to have you pregnant with my child. I'm going to satisfy myself by filling you up with my cum over and over again, waiting for it to take root. If I had my way, you'd be pregnant constantly. Breasts heavy, beautifully round and glowing."

He straightened up, buried his hands in my hair, gripped his cock in his hand and slapped it gently against my cheek. My eyes widened in surprise. I was terrified to become a mother, considering how awful my relationship was with my own parents, but the way he was talking had me aching. I wanted his cum, every minute of every day, and in every hole.

"Look at you. Drooling in anticipation." He swiped the head of his cock against the tip of my tongue, some of my spittle still connected as he pulled it away. "I think there's a phrase used for that… cock-stupid? Something like that. Every thought is out of that pretty little head of yours except the knowledge that you are my filthy little whore, now and forever, and I'm going to fill you with cum every chance I get."

Lucius slowly slid his cock into my mouth, continuing until he hit the back of my throat, making me gag and my eyes water. He stayed there, staring down at me as he filled my mouth.

"Gorgeous." He muttered, almost to himself, before he gathered my hair up into one hand in a ponytail. "This is going to be rough. I'll teach you how to properly suck cock later, but for now, I'm going to use your mouth until I cum. You know to snap your fingers if you need me to stop."

He inhaled deeply once, and then he set a brutal pace, using his hands to guide my head as he pounded into my mouth. On impulse, my hands went to his hips, and I was a little overwhelmed as I tried to breathe. I was gagging and tears were running down my face against my will. Lucius was grunting, his belt buckle jingling with every thrust.

"You take my cock so well, kitten. In your pussy, and now in your mouth. It's like you were made for me."

He pulled out suddenly and I gasped, inhaling deeply while I had the chance. Grasping his cock, he ran it over my face as I panted, and then he slapped it against my lips. He was driving me crazy.

"Are you ready to taste my cum, wife? It will be the first of your wedding gifts."

I nodded, opening my mouth again immediately, blinking up at him.

"Good girl." And then he was pounding into my mouth again. A few thrusts later, he shoved his cock down my throat, holding me against his stomach with his hands as he moaned loudly, and I felt his cock pulse in my mouth. Then hot liquid filled my mouth, and I choked, some of his cum spilling from my lips and down my chin. He held me there until he was finished, and then he pulled out and stared down at me, hand still grasping my hair. "You're even more stunning with spit and tears all over your face."

I was panting hard, trying to catch my breath as he tucked himself back in his trousers, and then grasped me by my arms and hauled me to my feet. I was a little wobbly, and he wrapped an arm around me to support me. His other hand grasped my neck and pulled me to him before giving me a searing kiss.

"Good job, kitten. Are you okay?"

I nodded, feeling a little dazed. "That was intense."

He chuckled and nodded. "I got a little carried away. Seeing you in that dress, officially my wife, pushed me over the edge."

"That's okay." I responded breathily, and I shifted, squeezing my legs together.

"Mmm, let's get you taken care of and then return to our guests." Lucius murmured as he turned and shoved everything off his desk in one motion. I gasped in shock and then he lifted me to sit on top of the desk, gathering my dress up so that he had access. He groaned at the signed of my white underwear and garter. "You're wrapped up like a pretty present, kitten."

There was a knock at the door; I froze, and Lucius clenched his jaw.

"Mister Malfoy? We're behind schedule." It was Alma.

"Five minutes." Lucius called back through the door, and then he was divesting me of everything under my dress. His mouth latched onto me, and my hands searched for something to grab on to, but there wasn't anything. I moaned loudly as he devoured me like a man starved. His tongue laved at my clit while his fingers pumped in and out. I came with a cry when he latched onto my clit and sucked, finger curling up inside me to my g-spot, and I saw stars.

I was still breathing heavily as he buckled his belt and pulled out his wand to clean me up. I felt my face dry, and a makeup charm settled over my face.

"Am I presentable?" I asked, patting my hair.

"You are perfect." He replied as he picked up my heels and placed them on my feet before putting my veil back on my head and helping me down off the desk. He gave me another kiss before pulling me out of the room.

My feet were aching and I was tired and a little cranky. I'd danced and been introduced to so many people that my head was spinning, and I was completely overwhelmed. My eyes were completely glazed over as Lucius talked to a few men about the import of Bundimun Secretio and a sudden increase in demand for the product.

"May I have this dance, Mrs. Malfoy?"

My head snapped up from its place on Lucius' arm to see Severus standing there, hands behind his back stiffly. He was dressed in a tuxedo and his hair was pulled back halfway, and I blinked in surprised. I'd never seen it like that, but it accented his face amazingly.

"Uh." I stammered, blushing fiercely as I recalled our last encounter. Lucius had stopped commenting about sharing me, mostly for my sake, but I hadn't forgotten the desire.

Lucius grasped my hand and pushed me forward as he held out my hand for Severus to take, which he did.

"One dance, Severus. Then we will cut the cake." Lucius' eyes were bright and he smiled as Severus pulled me out onto the dance floor, one hand around my waist and the other holding our hands aloft for a waltz.

There were very few times I was grateful for my parents, but my wedding was one of them, as I'd had to remember every etiquette and dancing lesson I'd ever had to endure.

"You make a beautiful bride, Olivia." Severus said quietly as he led me around the dance floor.

"Thank you."

"I wanted to apologize for the misunderstanding between us the last time we spoke."

I clenched his hand without meaning to. "You don't need to apologize. I should apologize, I didn't –"

"I wasn't finished, Olivia." He said it lightly, but his grip on my waist tightened and I glanced up to see him staring at me intently. "You also did not let me finish then, either."

My heart was already racing being this close to him and having his hands on me, and I thought it would burst out of my chest when he leaned down to speak into my ear.

"I would be honored to have you on your knees for me or between Lucius and me, should you desire that."

"You really don't have to do this, Professor. I don't know what Lucius said, but I don't expect - "

"After I nearly died, I changed quite a few things, did you know that?" He had pulled back and was speaking thoughtfully now. "I spent so much of my life making decisions based on feelings that weren't real or following orders from other people. For the past five years, I have simply done what I wanted – nothing more and nothing less. So, when I tell you that I am interested in you, my desire alone is spurring that decision."

The song ended before I could respond, and he handed me off back to Lucius with a kiss on the back of my hand.

"Thank you for the dance, Mrs. Malfoy. Congratulations." He shook Lucius' hand and then disappeared back into the crowd.

I was disappointed that he had left, but Lucius was guiding me toward a very large and, if I was honest, gaudy, cake. I was still disappointed that it was vanilla, but I knew I had no choice but to get over it… until I noticed a smaller cake beside it.

"We'll cut the smaller one; it's lemon." Lucius said quietly as he wrapped my hand around the knife, his hand covering mine.

"You remembered." I said in surprised.

The flash of a camera startled me and I tucked myself into Lucius. I should be used to it by now, as they'd been following us around the whole afternoon and evening, but it still startled me.

"Smile for the camera while we cut the cake, we'll dance a few more times, and then we can head upstairs." Lucius kissed my temple and the camera flashed again.

"Thank you." I sighed. "Even with a cushioning charm, these shoes are killing me."

"I knew I forgot something." He muttered and then with a snap of his fingers, my heels were swapped with cushy house shoes. "Sorry about that kitten."

I gasped, blinking up at him. "You forgot something? You, Lucius Malfoy, aren't perfect? Someone call the press. Call the Minister. Call – "

The hand that wasn't wrapped around the knife settled on the back of my neck and squeezed gently. "Watch yourself, kitten. I'd hate to have to leave you kneeling and wet on the floor on our wedding night, but I will punish you if you're disrespectful."

The fact that he was murmuring those words while we stood in front of a few hundred guests, who, by the way, were waiting on us to cut our wedding cake, was making me very excited. He guided our hands forward and we sliced into the small cake, cheers and applause erupting around us. I couldn't help the smile that played across my face as we fed each other small bites of the lemon cake with delicious vanilla icing. It was divine.

A small moan escaped my mouth and Lucius' eyes darkened. I licked the tines of the fork slowly, holding his gaze, and his lips quirked up. He leaned forward and kissed my cheek before whispering in my ear, "And that's why you're a dirty little whore, kitten. I just threatened you, and you're teasing me."

I lifted a shoulder in a shrug as he pulled away, smiling at him. We finished our cake slices and then he led me around the dance floor a few more times before we finally started our goodbyes. I made sure to stop by the table that awkwardly held Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Draco, and tried not to laugh at how stiff and uncomfortable they all were. Apparently, Draco refused to sit anywhere else, and it had quickly become a battle of wills between the men.

With a final wave, we were able to exit the ballroom and make our way upstairs. I paused in the sitting room as silence settled around me for the first time in hours, and it hit me that I was married. Really and truly married. And I'd also entered into a social contract with Lucius by wearing his collar. And I would be pregnant within the next two years. I lifted my hand up to play with the little charm, not realizing that he was watching me process everything until he cleared his throat.

"Are you alright, Olivia?"

"Hm? Yeah. I just… It just hit me, that's all." I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I'm okay, really. It's weird to bounce between my intense attraction to you and the reality of the situation." I laughed a little bit, shaking my head.

Lucius walked toward me as he undid his bowtie, letting it hang loose around his neck, and popped open a few of his shirt buttons. His hands settled on my face, gently cupping it as he stared down at me.

"You have handled this remarkably well, even with your bratty episodes." I rolled my eyes and he smiled. "I am proud of you. And you are not alone; this is a change for me as well."

"Oh yeah, you've gotten the worse end of this deal, haven't you?"

He nodded his head, his face serious. "I have. I now have a twenty-two-year-old wife who is a bratty little whore that wears my collar, loves to be fucked hard and humiliated, and who wants to be used by me and my best friend."

"Sounds awful." I whispered as I reached around his back and undid the cummerbund, and then pulled up on his shirt until it was untucked.

"It is. I am miserable." He sighed as he shrugged out of his jacket and finished unbuttoning his shirt. I really loved seeing him half dressed. "And now I'm going to have to fuck said wife on our wedding night until she cums all over my cock and I fill her up my cum. I might just fuck her in her wedding dress."

We were in the bathtub in Lucius' bathroom, me sitting between his legs, my back against his chest. My head was leaned back against his shoulder, and my eyes were closed as he ran his fingers languidly over my skin. He had fucked me against the wall in my wedding dress until I came twice, and then he'd seated himself as deeply as he could as he pumped me full of his cum. I was exhausted. And starving, apparently, as my stomach growled.

"Mmm, cheese plate?" Lucius asked drowsily, his lips against my temple.

"Don't care. Can we just go to bed?"

"Not while your stomach is growling."

I groaned when he sat me up and told me to stand. Reluctantly, I did so, water dripping off me as I looked back down at him in the tub. He was trailing his eyes down my body, and I saw his cock start to harden.

"No, I'm tired!" I whined, and I climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around me.

"Kitten, you don't tell me no." Lucius stood and wrapped a towel around his hips. "Though I think I may be too tired for another round."

"Old age catching up to you?" I quipped as I walked out into his bedroom and summoned a nightie from my room. I was too tired to walk over and get it myself.

"I will fuck you to prove a point, kitten."

I laughed and shook my head as I pulled on the nightie and looked back to see him pulling on pants. He stepped out into the sitting room and called out to Hipsy, and then came back into the room a few minutes later carrying a tray of assorted cheeses, meats, and crackers, and he was holding two bottles of bubble juice in his hand.

We snacked and talked about the latest development in our book until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. Lucius banished the tray and pulled me into his arms before dousing the candles so that the only light in the room was from the fireplace.

"Goodnight, husband."

"Goodnight, wife."