Warm pleasure buoyed her through the cascading nothingness. It was sweet as a lemon drop across her nerves, opening her up and delving through her until she felt she was breathing underwater, the air too thick with sensation for her to fall through. As gentle susurrations whispered over her skin, guiding her through the pulsing waves, Hermione batted open her lashes.
Pale dawn light streamed through heavy drapery, skin like ivory nearly glowing through the twilight, warmth sliding against her, breath stirring her hair.
She was in bed with Lucius Malfoy, pressed against his hardness. She turned her gaze upward and met silver slivers.
"Good morning." His hand stroked her back, a comforting weight. "You seemed to be enjoying your dream. I didn't want to wake you."
A deep flush covered Hermione's cheeks and she began to rise, but he gently anchored her against his chest. "Stay, please."
"I-I-I didn't mean anything…"
Her core was drenched with her own slickness and sweat, his cock weeping slowly against her lower stomach. And her muscles were still shuddering in the aftermath of her soft somnolent orgasm. Wanting.
He tangled his fingers in the hair covering her nape. "I am the one who slept with my naked body against yours. While I may not have expected to be dry humped like a teenager, I'm by no means disappointed in this wakeup."
His length twitched and Hermione bit her lip against the moan trying to climb from her throat. His masculine chuckle sent a shiver down her spine.
"Sorry…"
Lucius Malfoy stroked down her back, cupped her arse, smiling gently down at her. "You've no idea how tempting you are right now. I could roll you onto your back and take you right now."
Hermione swallowed thickly, her body heavy with want. "Okay."
"What's that, little one?"
His surprise was written across his patrician features, so she repeated herself. "I said yes."
"You want me to fuck you?" Each word was lower than the last, a tantalizing threat.
"Yes."
Neither breathed for a beat, just his pale eyes gleaming into the richness of hers. "I've changed my mind." Before she could recognize the hurt caused by his words he was pulling her up to straddle his hip. "I want you to ride me."
"Oh."
She stared down at him, the planes of his body stretched out under her small hands. It was the dominant position, being on top. Or that's what all the stories she'd read always said. Instead Hermione felt small atop the vast strength of him, shy against his open hunger.
"Lift," he commanded softly, hands against her backside. She did, shifting until he used one hand to hold his length against her slit, twirling it in her wetness. "Ease down when you're ready."
Unsteady since her knees could not gain much purchase on the large man, she shifted forward then slowly lowered herself over him. He hissed as his cock was sheathed one delicious inch at a time. She reached the end of herself before he was fully inside, but his hands moved to her hips to guide her upward again, then stroking along him in a slow, even pace. Within minutes she was finally able to take him all and they both sighed when their hips met fully. "That's my good girl," he breathed. "Taking my cock so well."
She whined, rolling against him so the hardness of his pelvis stroked her clit.
"Is this only the second cock you've had inside you, little girl?"
"Yes." He let her find her rhythm, gazing up at her in lustful consideration.
"How did his cock feel inside you, little one? How did he fuck you?"
Her walls tightened dizzyingly around him as his fingers traipsed lazily up her body to pluck her nipples. "He was rough, always rough."
Lucius twisted the reddened flesh until she arched into him. "Ah, yes. I remember watching his thick cock split you open, his cruel hands so possessive on your little body. He was punishing you for us watching, you know." His hands fell to her hips, setting a harsher pace. "I'd have gladly shared." Choked cries fell from her lips as he ground her against him, the head of his dick bumping her cervix in that painfully delicious pleasure and her clit rubbing against the friction of his pelvis. "I wonder how this pretty cunt would tighten around me if another man used your throat. Do you think you could handle that, little girl?" Phantom sensations danced across her lips and she was stuttering against his body, waves fluttering through her body until she carried over the precipice with her.
"That's it," he murmured as she collapsed against his chest. "Very good, darling." Lucius stroked her hair, his spend trickling between them as he grew soft.
Hermione panted against his chest, finally catching her breath as the burn in her thighs softened them to gelatin. She looked up at him wonderingly as she shifted to lie alongside him rather than on top.
"What is it?"
"Nothing."
One dark brow lifted, but he addressed the room instead of her denial. "Pippy."
The elf popped into being, startling Hermione into nestling closer to the man in an effort to hide her nudity. If the creature noticed she said nothing. "Yes, master."
He noticed, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement as he pulled Hermione closer. "We will take breakfast here this morning. My usual morning tea blend. And bring those crescents Miss Granger is so fond of, the chocolate ones."
Pippy bowed low and disapparated.
"You seem to like doing that," Hermione commented with trepidation.
Lucius fingered her curls away from her sweaty nape, stroking at the sensitive skin there. "Like doing what?"
Her cheeks colored. "Taking care of me."
The momentary silence, though warm, was awkward for her as she wondered if she'd said the wrong thing. Pippy popped back in, settling trays fixedly levitating with food and drink before she disappeared again. Hermione thought perhaps the statement would go unremarked upon, but Lucius was contemplative as he stirred cream into his tea.
"There is a certain order to the world which many seem to forget. Nobility only retained nobility by caring for their people; fathers only had households to run because they cared for their families. Taking care of the other is the responsibility of the partner with more power to exercise. I have the power to hurt you, so I have the responsibility to take care of you. For me they are two sides of the same coin."
Lines appeared between her brows as she thought about that. "You wouldn't be taking care of me if I was your prisoner."
"Wouldn't I?" Her frown deepened. "Allow me to elaborate. When you were last here you ate, drank, slept, lived in the manor in relative leisure until your- punishment from the Dark Lord. While that was perhaps not my best moment, I still checked your condition regularly and gave you water. Had Dolohov not arrived early, you would have been lowered from your suspension and allowed food as well. Even during the war our prisoners faced most of their abuse during questioning, but were still provided the necessities. The Lovegood girl, you'll remember, was quite healthy. She had no information for us to extract."
"You weren't exactly kind to me," she countered.
"No. But then, you were not warming my bed, were you?" Her eyes narrowed and he rolled his own. "I enjoy taking care of my family, Miss Granger. And outside of sex and play, I have always enjoyed caring for my lovers as well."
That word sent a lance of scarlet through her. "All right."
"Eat, little girl. I will not have you wasting away now that you've accumulated such lovely curves." His eyes stroked appreciatively down her naked body as he lifted a grape to her lips.
Hermione plucked it from him with reddened cheeks. "I am capable of taking care of myself, Mr. Malfoy."
"Lucius, dear, and based on how you've managed thus far, it seems you have a death wish." A sly smirk softened his words. "Allow an old man his indulgences."
"Fine," she acquiesced, fighting her own smile. "Lucius."
Hermione grabbed one of the warm crescents and the two finished breakfast in comfortable quiet.
They were reading in the library, Lucius' arm draped across the back of the settee and Hermione resting a knee against his thigh.
"Well."
The baritone struck her like a bell and Hermione nearly startled from her seat, wand already in hand. Lucius laid a palm on her thigh. "It's just Severus, dear."
"Indeed." The potions master stalked toward them with all the drama he'd imbued at Hogwarts. "It was my understanding, Miss Granger, that you wished to continue your potions regimen?"
She did not fail to note the way his black eyes darted to Lucius' hand. "Yes, sir."
"Very well. Lucius, leave."
"I hardly think that's necess-"
"Now."
The foppish man sneered at his friend, but left all the same, squeezing her thigh before his warmth disappeared from beside her. She was still watching the door when a waving motion conjured forth the series of lights around her body.
"Stand."
Her attention jerked from the kaleidoscope of her body and Hermione glared at her former professor. "Why?"
A muscle in his jaw ticked. "I need to see the full picture. Now, stand." Instinct rather than obedience had her rise; Snape paced beside her, taking her in with narrowed, clinician eyes. "Fading bruising, minor lacerations... " His eyes widened and burned as they settled over her core, then finally met her own. "I will speak with the Order about finding you a new safehouse. I had thought Lucius above torturing schoolgirls himself."
"What?" She took a step toward him. "Professor, you're mistaken. Lucius hasn't been torturing me."
"Oh? You're willingly allowing a man twice your age to do as he wishes to you?"
Her cheeks flamed. "We have an arrangement."
"An arrangement? Miss Granger, you are nineteen years old and recovering from an ordeal. Do you think you have the competency to enter into such an arrangement? You don't think perhaps you've been manipulated or-"
"I was hurting myself and he noticed and offered to help. I'm the one who came to him when I felt the need." The heat of embarrassment had twisted into outrage. "And I am not a child."
He glared down at her with equal heat flaring in his coal eyes. "To someone like Lucius Malfoy you are a child."
"Then I suppose you really should continue providing me with contraceptives lest we bring another child into this situation." Still maintaining eye contact Snape dug through one of his many pockets with spidery-thin fingers. He deposited the vial in her hands and watched as she downed out, palm extended for the tube.
"How do you think your beloved Order will react when they realize you are fucking Lucius Malfoy?"
Hermione only just managed to contain her flinch. "The Order left me to be used by Antonin Dolohov. If I've developed certain tastes, perhaps they will begin to understand the immensity of the mistake they made."
She set the tube in his hand and turned away, plucking her book from the settee and curling up again. "Thank you for the potion, professor. I am sure I'll see you again soon." If he was dismayed at her obvious dismissal she didn't care.
Notes:
So we have our first reaction to Lumione. Who do you think is next? Also, I totally wasn't gonna write more of this yet but I got into bed last night and the words just came. About half of this was written on my phone after midnight.
I'm also halfway through an update for Pretty, Fragile Things. Which may be even darker than Azael's Chains.
