Chapter Seventeen
"It was awful," Hermione sniffed, "it felt so real."
"I know, I know," the stranger said looking into Hermione's tear-filled eyes, "did it hurt you?"
"Only a little," Hermione said, "my ankles, thighs and wrist are a bit sore, but I will be okay."
The man took his wand out from a scabbard he wore on his belt, "Let me take a look," He said gently, "Lumos." The tip of his wand lit up, illuminating the modestly-sized room.
He inspected Hermione's wrists and saw finger-tip sized bruises on the soft skin there, Hermione flinched as he ran his fingers over them, he lifted her wrists one by one to his mouth and as he pressed his soft lips against the bruising he whispered "sana," and the bruises vanished. Next he removed her boots smoothlytook a look at her delicate ankles, fingernails appeared to have torn through her silken stockings leaving the skin exposed, there were scratches in the smooth skin of her inner ankles, droplets of blood peppered the area and he gently wiped them away with a handkerchief he had in his waistcoat pocket, before lowering his mouth to the wounds, he kissed the area gently and again whispered "sans," The torn skin fused back together until the skin of her ankles was again restored to it's milky perfection.
"Do you mind?" The stranger asked as he held the hem of her gown. Hermione shook her head. She hadn't been lying when she said she trusted him.
Slowly he pushed the skirts and petticoats upwards, revealing her long shapely legs. He had to compose himself as he came to her lacy stocking tops. Hunger ran through him but he fought it back, he wanted to take care of her not take advantage of her. He snapped the clips of her suspenders open and rolled the fine stockings gently down to reveal her firm curving thighs, on the inner side of her right thigh, carved into the flesh were the words ,"YOU BELONG ME NOW." He drew a deep breath, trying to conceal his worry from her, but Hermione picked up on his changing demeanour.
"What is it?" She asked, sitting forwards to take a look.
"It's nothing," he replied, trying to shield her from viewing the scars, but it was too late, she pushed his hand aside and seeing the words, clasped her hands over her mouth.
"Oh my..." She said, her voice muffled by her hands. She began to tremble with fear and her tears flooded back.
"Lay back down, everything will be fine," he said to her, and she did as she was told, hushed sobs escaping from her swollen lips.
The man lowered his head to her thigh and kissed the scratches lovingly. Hermione could feel his breath against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and despite her fear, her desire began to throb. His mouth was just inches away from her satin panties and Hermione gasped through her sobbing as she hoped he couldn't feel the heat building there.
He ran his hard tongue across the surface of her thigh one last time before uttering a healing and calming incantation, "sanabo et subito lenire," he whispered and instantaneously Hermione felt safe, unafraid and without pain.
"Thank you so much," she said, "how can I repay you."
"Oh I think we can think of something," he winked at her and slowly crawled up her supine body.