A/N Oh my gosh you guys! Thank you so much for all your lovely reviews and follows. Even my husband is impressed by my stats (I don't think he understands that I don't earn any money from this.)
The baby continues her onslaught on my mental health refusing to sleep or be put down...this chapter was therefore written on my phone. I've done my best with editing but I'm so sorry if there are mistakes...or even worse I've used the same adjective twice in a row.
It becomes apparent fairly rapidly that neither of them has a clue what they are doing. The force of Hermione's initial onslaught barrels her into Lucius and their conjoined bodies ricochet off of tables and soft furnishings like a ball on a bagatelle board before Lucius manages to steady them. Hermione finds herself pinned against the wall, feet slightly off the ground and her hands fisted in Lucius' hair which feels exactly as good as it looks.
Their kissing is a complex tangle of lips and teeth. Hermione is sure she has bitten him at least once and her nose is tingling from an accidental head-butt. Despite their lack of finesse the experience is glorious. Every synapse in Hermione's body reports back to her brain in super quick time. The body is pressed against hers is hard and warm. The hair beneath her fingers is soft and silkily. The scent enfolding her is rich and intoxicating and the soft grunts of pleasure Lucius emits are like a symphony to her ears.
His lips slow and their crushing pressure is reduced as he gently lowers her to the ground. He pulls back a little and begins a more gentle exploration of the contours of her mouth. This is nothing like Hermione has ever experienced before. Hours of hormone-fuelled snogging with Ron cannot compare to this careful and detailed caress. In contrast to the rest of his body which is made up of hard planes, Lucius' lips are sinfully soft. He kisses nibbles and licks his way around Her mouth. His tongue flickers hesitantly at first and then with more confidence against hers and Hermione is utterly lost. This is without doubt the most sensual experience of her life.
They kiss for what seems like hours. She grinds her pelvis against his and is excited and relieved to feel the bulge of his arousal hot and hard against her belly. He wants her too. The thrill of conquest courses through her. He grows bolder. His lips move away from hers and travel down her neck, His tongue flickers behind her ear and Hermione hears herself whimper. She forces herself to release her death hold on his hair and carefully traces the jut of his cheekbones and the curve of his neck before she tentatively slides her fingers down to that point where his shirt is unbuttoned. His skin sears her fingertips.
Lucius has stopped kissing her. His head is bowed his forehead resting against hers. His breath comes in heavy pants. His eyes are open but heavy-lidded and drugged looking, He seems to struggle to find words.
"My back hurts."
Hermione had expected something a little more romantic. Perhaps some remark as to her ethereal beauty or how desirable she is, but she can't help but sympathise with his predicament. Since he placed her back on the ground he has been forced to stoop in order to accommodate their difference in height.
"We could try lying down." Her voice is breathy.
In unison they turn their heads to contemplate the enormous four-poster bed in which Hermione spent the previous night. It has become a living entity and neither of them knows if it is friend or foe.
"Very well." Lucius steps back a little and Hermione's whole being immediately mourns the loss of contact between them. Even though Lucius has taken her hand in his and is leading her toward the bed it is not enough, not nearly. They stand at the foot of the monstrous structure both looking uncertainly at it. Once more Hermione takes the initiative. She toes off her watered silk bridal shoes and clambers onto the bed, laying herself out like a sacrificial offering and gesturing for Lucius to join her. He hesitates and then removes his own shoes. Hermione stifles a giggle. There is something surreal about the idea of Lucius Malfoy in his stocking feet. He clearly feels that his dignity has been compromised; he scowls even as he crawls up the bed toward her.
At first he lies next to her. Long elegant fingers trace the sweep of her clavicle; they tremble slightly as they explore the exposed swell of her breasts. Hermione's eyes flutter shut and she bites her lip in anticipation unable to help herself from arching her back in silent encouragement of his questing fingers.
He appears not to understand her wordless plea. His fingers move away and tangle in her hair so he can bring her lips to his once more. The kissing soon becomes heated. Their bodies are pressed together from lips to toes until Hermione bravely grabs a handful of Lucius' shirt and pulls him bodily on top of her. They both gasp as his weight pins her to the mattress and the kissing becomes more frenzied as they grind against each other.
"What next?" Lucius has propped himself on one elbow. His cheeks are flushed and his lips swollen from her kisses. He is looking wildly around the room and Hermione realises he is searching for the parchment.
"The disrobing I think." She smiles shyly. "You'll need to help me with my buttons.
Lucius moves off her and she sits up and turns around to expose the row of tiny silk-covered buttons along her spine. She almost sobs with frustration as she imagines how long it will take to undo them all. To her surprise she feels a whisper of magic against her skin and the dress gapes forward.
"Magic."
"It has its uses." Lucius is behind her now his fingers tracing across the exposed skin of her back, gathering her hair to one side and pressing against the exposed skin of her neck."
"Stand up." He helps her off the bed and stays behind her as he gently peels the long sleeves of her dress down her arms. The fabric clings for a moment on her hips before it gives up and the entire heavy gown falls to the floor. Leaving Hermione in her bridal underwear and stockings.
"Turn around."
Hermione is suddenly aware of the imperfections of her body, of the reason she chose a high necked and long-sleeved gown. Of the red letters carved into her forearm and the puckered starburst of Dolohov's curse across her chest. She clutches' her arms across her chest all bravado forgotten.
"You are exquisite." Lucius' fingers stroke along the base of her spine, skirting around the top of her white silk knickers. He presses his back against her front and gently pulls her arms away from her chest, stroking along their length. His thumb caresses her scars and she feels him exhale heavily against her hair.
"I am sorry."
Hermione has received so many apologies. Draco and Narcissa apologised to her on sight for almost a year after the war ended. She has received hundreds of letters from Death Eaters and their supporters, reformed or otherwise begging her forgiveness. But this; Lucius' simple, heartfelt apology whispered into her hair somehow means more than any other. She braces herself for his reaction and turns around.
At first, she thinks he is staring at her scar it radiates out from the centre of her sternum like an ugly supernova, but as he wets his lips and gives a low groan of desire she realises she is quite mistaken. He is staring, gawping even, not at her scar but at her breasts which are helpfully pushed up for his delectation by a bra so enhancing it could probably be used as scaffolding.
He continues to stare as she steps closer and begins to unbutton his shirt, her fingers not quite steady. She is grateful that he allows her to complete her task without the interference of magic. Hermione focuses on the inch by inch exposure of his broad, sparsely, haired chest fighting the urge to lean forward and fasten her teeth around one of his pectorals. When she is finished she pushes the shirt off of his shoulders and runs her hands down his arms enjoying the feel of smooth skin and taut muscle beneath her fingers. Her hand passes over the faded dark mark and he stiffens slightly and then relaxes as she ignores the tattoo and begins to unbutton his belt.
His trousers are impossibly tented by his unrelenting erection and Hermione's small fingers falter with the stiff leather buckle. He gently moves them away and undoes the belt and the top button of his trousers himself. Hermione makes swift work of the other buttons enjoying the way he gasps every time her fingers brush against him. He steps out of his trousers and quickly bends to remove his socks. Then they face each other, each clad only in their underwear. Lucius is beautiful. Smooth and firm and preternaturally pale. Hermione wants to consume him but she doesn't quite know where to start.
Apparently Lucius is as lost as she. He moves a little closer, so the tips of her breasts almost touch her chest.
"What do we do now?"
Hermione swallows. "Kissing," she says with a confidence she doesn't feel. "Whenever we're lost we go back to kissing."
She is surprised when Lucius cups her cheek and kisses her with a gentleness she would not have thought him capable of. Mindful of his back she reaches up on tiptoe to return the kiss and then, feeling a sudden rush of bravado she pushes him bodily back onto the bed.
Lucius doesn't complain as she straddles him, for the time being keeping her groin away from his. He lies back submissively as she rakes her gaze up and down his body before giving in to temptation and biting his chest. He gives a yelp of pain and surprise followed by a groan as she soothes the damaged area with her tongue.
"You didn't put biting on the parchment." His voice is throaty.
"Do you object?" She's kissing his neck now and nibbling at the line of his jaw.
"No." His hands settle on her hips. "But I definitely get one of my requests now." He reaches up to cup her breasts and Hermione groans. It's not enough, she wants bare skin against bare skin, she wants was exploration…stimulation.
"These are beautiful." Lucius lifts himself up and presses his lips against the curve of her breast. His skin burns hers. Then his hands snake around her back. "How do I take this off?" He fumbles with the clasp of her bra before Hermione helps him and it drops to the bed. He takes his time and cups her breasts almost reverently before his long fingers explore her nipples circling the areolae before gently pinching the tips until she gasps with pleasure. When he leans forward to take one of her nipples in his mouth Hermione lets out a wail so loud it surprises both of them.
"Should I stop?" Lucius looks up from beneath his shuttered lids.
"No, no, please don't." His mouth closes around her again even before she has stopped speaking. Hermione clutches his hair again her nails raking against his scalp as he sucks hard.
He rolls her then, flipping her effortlessly until she is the one beneath him. He trails confident kisses across her chest and abdomen until his tongue is lapping at her navel. She moans and squirms, fairly certain of where this is heading and feeling a heady mixture of anticipation and fear. She obligingly lifts up her hips as Lucius tugs at the waistband of her knickers and before she knows what is happening she feels cool air across her exposed skin. She screws her eyes tightly closed suddenly capitulating to Lucius' wishes. She can't help but be a little embarrassed at the thought of him examining her most private of areas.
Nothing happens for a few moments and then she feel the brush of his fingers against her inner thighs. She breathes in sharply once, and again as his lips place kiss after kiss against the sensitive skin there. She squirms and wriggles unconsciously trying to maneuverer him closer to her center. Then she feels it. His tongue laps hesitantly along the lips of her sex. It is whisper soft the first time, but as she cries out her pleasure he repeats the motion again and again, and then he is inside her the thick muscle filling her as she has never been filled before. She rolls her head against the pillows lightheaded from holding her breath. She has dreamed of this. Has fantasised so many times what it might like to be pleasured this way, but the reality is so much more than she could ever have imagined.
He has moved north now and is exploring the tender flesh around her clitoris. Hermione waits breathless with anticipation. Her patience is rewarded when his tongue swipes across the sensitive bundle of nerves by design or accident she isn't sure, but she moans loudly in appreciation. Lucius is nothing if not responsive. He licks again at the same spot appearing to catalogue his results as he repeats the action, again and again, one large hand coming up to hold still her hips which have begun to buck of their own accord.
Hermione can feel her orgasm beginning to build deep inside her. The tingling feeling begins to grow and she breathes shallowly anticipating the climax, she falls silent her entire being focussed on the strive for pleasure, her fingers tense against the sheets. Abruptly Lucius ceases in his ministrations.
"I fear I may require some guidance." She can feel his breath against her heated sex.
"Guidance…?" she pants.
"You have stopped responding."
"Do it again," she wails. "Exactly what you were doing before, but don't stop please God don't stop…" She continues to implore him as he resumes his ministrations and within seconds her orgasm rips through her and she screams her pleasure and surprise as her taught flesh contracts again and again. Lucius continues lapping gently at her tender nub until she pushes his head away.
"No, please, that's enough."
Cautiously, she opens her eyes. Lucius his leaning over her his eyes still fixed on her still pulsing sex. Slowly, he raises his eyes to hers. "Not a myth then," he says with some satisfaction.
"I told you so." Hermione props herself up on her elbows. "That was the best thing that's ever happened to me," she announces.
Lucius raises an eyebrow. "Really?"
She nods. "Let me show you." She lunges toward him, taking him by surprise and tumbling him sideways onto the bed. She grips his boxers and pulls them down before she can lose her nerve. It abruptly deserts her anyway as she is confronted with the contents of his trousers.
"Oh." She stares at his erect, leaking member in consternation.
"Is there something wrong?" Lucius looks almost as worried as she is.
"Yes, no…It's a lot bigger than I was expecting." Hermione frowns. "I'm not sure what I'll be able to do with that."
They both stare at his penis. It seems unconcerned by their attention and continues to strain hopefully against Lucius' flat stomach.
"You don't have to do anything," Lucius says almost apologetically. "I mean, I will need to…you know…but I don't expect anything more."
"Absolutely not," Hermione says staunchly. We had a deal and I'm not reneging on our agreement. "Just give me a minute."
She leans closer to his crotch. She has never been so up close and personal with a penis before, but she suspects that this is not a novice sized model. Hesitantly, she reaches out and strokes the pads of her fingers along its length. Lucius gasps. She glances up at him. He is lying back against the pillows his eyes scrunched tightly closed. She closes a fist around him. Despite the fact that she's been grinding against him for the last half hour she is surprised by how hard he feels. She slides her hand experimentally up and down watching Lucius' face as she does so. Her Gryffindor pride has raised its head. Lucius mastered her in a matter of minutes; she will not be outdone by him.
A bead of moisture is welling up from the slit at the head of his cock and she laps at it with the tip of her tongue.
"Fuck!"
She sits back on her heels, delighted by his expletive. "Please try to moderate your language, Mr. Malfoy," she says primly.
"I'm sorry." He is beyond appreciating irony. "Please do that again." She does several times until he is groaning and thrusting against her hand. Finally, she opens her mouth as wide as she can and closes it over the top of his penis. He tastes clean and slightly salty and Hermione finds the experience not unpleasant at all. That is until her jaw starts to ache. Still, she perseveres hollowing her cheeks and sucking as hard as she can. She emulates Lucius' earlier action and holds down his hips to prevent him from thrusting. His whole body is strung tight as he writhes against the sheets and she feels her own arousal peak again as she revels in her power over this usually controlled and controlling man. She ignores the ache in her cheeks and swirls her tongue around the head flicking over the tiny hole at the tip.
"Stop!" His command takes her by surprise. "Hermione, please stop…please."
She responds to the desperation in his voice and pulls away looking up at him in concern not sure what she has done wrong.
"The ritual." He is panting his chest rising and falling rapidly, beads of sweat gathering in the hollow at the base of his neck. "Doing it in your mouth doesn't count."
"Oh." Hermione sits back on her heels feeling extremely proud of herself. "I did well then?"
"Better than well." Lucius leans back against the pillows and covers his eyes with one hand.
"Are you alright?"
He looks wrung out. "Yes."
They stare at each other for a few minutes before Lucius sits up and pulls her into his arms. "If we don't know what to do we should go back to kissing," he informs her before bringing his lips down onto hers.
He tastes familiar and foreign all at once. Hermione knows she is tasting herself on him and sucks his tongue eagerly into her mouth tasting their shared experience. They are both trembling as Lucius pushes her gently backward and positions himself between her thighs.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes," She wonders if she looks as frightened as he does.
He fumbles between their bodies and she resists the urge to giggle as the blunt head of his cock presses futilely against her inner thigh.
"Here." She moves her hand between them and guides him into place. She keeps her eyes fixed on his face as he sinks into her. The sight is almost enough to distract her from the pain of his incursion. His brow is furrowed, his jaw set and he breathes out slowly as he moves forward into her. She can't hold back a low moan as he stretches her beyond anything she has previously experienced. He stills instantly.
"I'm hurting you."
"It's ok." She grips his shoulders. "It feels good too, just wait a minute." She closes her eyes and wills her body to relax. Then she feels his lips against her neck, he laps at the sensitive skin behind her ear and journeys down to nip at her collarbone before gently caressing her lips with his. She is busy marveling at how quick a study he is when she realises that, while the pain has not gone, it is much reduced and she is now beginning to enjoy the stretch of him inside her.
"You can move now," she gasps against his mouth.
"Oh thank Merlin."
It's only as he begins to move that she realises how tense he has become. The arms braced on either side of her head are shaking from his restraint. He sets up a punishing, irregular rhythm and Hermione struggles to keep up with him.
"Slow down." She strokes her arms across his back trying to gentle him as if he were Crookshanks after a, particularly exciting run-in with next door's tomcat. She lifts her hips trying to meet his downstroke with her own up.
Hermione is struggling to keep her eyes open. There is so much sensation. Lucius inside her and on top of her. His scent overwhelming her. She wants to see his face but she needs to shut out something or she's going to explode.
Finally, after what seems like an aeon of discordant motion they find a mutually satisfying rhythm. Hermione's hips rise to meet Lucius' thrusts, and they move in glorious harmony. She feels immense pride. She hates to be bad at things. She cannot stand to fail, and now she knows she is succeeding. They are succeeding.
"We're doing it." She looks up at him. "We're actually doing it."
His rhythm doesn't falter as he ungrits his teeth for long enough to give her a triumphant smile.
"Do you think it's always this good?"
"I don't know." She sighs softly as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, sending arrows of pleasure straight to her core. "I don't think it can be otherwise people would never get anything done."
"Mmhmm." Lucius' expression turns pained.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes." His teeth are gritted once more. "It's just you're very tight and this is a lot more pleasurable than I expected. I'm not sure I can continue much longer."
"Oh."
"Do you think you might…"
"Do I think I might what?"
"You know...reach completion?"
"Oh." She thinks for a moment. "I don't think so. Not that this isn't lovely, but I think I need more stimulation."
He looks perturbed.
"Don't worry about it." She reaches up and runs her hands over his shoulders enjoying the silky smooth texture of his skin.
"We had a deal." There is a hint of steel in his grey eyes. He shifts his weight and slips a hand between their bodies.
"What are you…? Oh!"
He fumbles a little, but much to Hermione's surprise he locates her clitoris and begins to rub it in steady circles. The technique is very similar to that which he employed with his tongue. Hermione is deeply impressed at his transferable skills.
She closes her eyes and buries her fingers in his hair. The pleasure is building once more. Every stroke of him inside her seems to stoke the fire his fingers are kindling a little higher. She is almost afraid of her orgasm this time, and as it builds she clings to him and whimpers incoherently. Then it hits her. Wave after wave of pleasure subsumes her as she contracts helplessly around him. Lucius lets out an inarticulate growl and his movements become jerky and stilted. Hermione can feel his cock pulsing as he empties himself within her.
Locked together, they stare wide-eyed at each other.
"It's done." Lucius rolls off of her and onto the bed. Hermione expects him to pull away, but instead, he reaches out and draws her body against his.
A/N - Phew! That was quite tough to write. I really hope it was O.K. I'm am currently leading a tortured life surviving only on black coffee and your reviews...
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