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CAGED
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
11,609
Reviews:
48
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
CAGED
this just came to me in the middle of work and I just had to put fingertips to keyboard...
bon appetite PS: go read my other story PANDORA, its under Draco OFC promise you'll like it :)
IF YOU LIKE THIS STORY - GO READ "FLAME" basic plot of flame : Lucius get's himself tangled up with the Dark Lords queen, finding himself in a very precarious situation (I would have to say some of my finest lemons EVER written) - Love Esme
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Lucius had been incarcerated for over two years as the war between the light and dark waged on. On the inside he faced horrors he had never seen while at the Dark Lords side, horrors only his own mind could conjure up to haunt him in the depths of his sleep and hiding in the recesses of his mind.
He did not understand what kind of tricks his mind was playing on him, he accredited it to the thick consummate blackness that surrounded him in his cell in solitary confinement. The lack of mental stimulation, conversation or even the light of day to preoccupy his mind were gone, he was left alone with only his thoughts and memories.
He was stripped of everything while inside the rough stone walls of Azkaban. He had no money, title, rights, and the fact that he was a pure blood wizard didn't make a damn bit of difference with the cruel and mentally deranged inmates he shared showers and cells with.
Lucius had managed to keep himself from getting raped, though it was a constant battle and he was much sought after... he still had his long blonde locks and fine features, though they were hardened and he had a few battle scars. He could physically dominate his attackers, and even when they outnumbered him he focused all his hate, rage and sorrows into his fists and had put many in the infirmary. He too had spent a great deal of time in the infirmary, because one always managed to get defensive wounds when trying to deflect an opponent.
At times his loneliness consumed him so greatly he would have almost welcomed being penetrated by the filth that inhabited there. He often thought of the women he had fucked over the years, wondering if they missed him at all... if it made any difference to them he was rotting away.
Two years without bedding a woman had taken its toll and he tried to remember what it was like to touch a woman's soft flesh. He loved the way Narcissa walked, with her head held high and the way her hips swayed. When he heard the news of her death he felt so dead himself he could not manage to even grieve. He hadn't been faithful from the start, and it wasn't his infidelity that he regretted... he simply regretted not letting her know how much he truly loved her that blackened his heart and scarred his mind forever.
Lucius felt that the part that was human had died soon after he had been put in solitary for 3 months solid. The part that was left was the animal, wild and fierce and only acted on instinct. He would have given anything just to sink himself into warm and inviting female flesh. He remembered when he bedded Parkinson's daughter Pansy... true he was old enough to be her father, but the little slag was begging for his cock for months. He was shocked to realize that he took her virginity, and in hind sight was a little saddened at not taking her more gently.
He knew her type though, typical Slytherin, she was initially attracted to him naturally but what made her spread her legs so willingly was his power.
The women would resurface in his head at night to taunt him and tempt his aching body to respond, they woke the animal of lust that needed sating.
The drunken muggle co ed he picked up in London... a red head named Stephanie, strange he should remember her name for a one night flame. True he had forced her a little... the alcohol drowning her inhibition and judgment just enough to get her clothes off. He relished in the power he held over her, buying her drink after drink until she couldn't detach herself from his body, sinking himself into her roughly and muffling her objections with his hand. He had ripped his pleasure from her body and let her to sober up alone in the hotel he rented for the night.
He had bedded so many witches his mind only remember a choice few... but one took precedence above all others : Hermione Granger. It was true he thought she was a bookworm mudblood, and in the beginning all he wanted to do was steal her maidenhead and give her something to keep her mouth occupied with long enough to stop her incessant chattering. He wanted to degrade her...
thoughts of Hermione flooded his mind, not again he moaned. His throat was dry and his voice was low and croaked from lack of use. She had haunted his dreams, his waking thoughts and the only regret he would ever confess was leaving Hermione's fate up to chance.
bon appetite PS: go read my other story PANDORA, its under Draco OFC promise you'll like it :)
IF YOU LIKE THIS STORY - GO READ "FLAME" basic plot of flame : Lucius get's himself tangled up with the Dark Lords queen, finding himself in a very precarious situation (I would have to say some of my finest lemons EVER written) - Love Esme
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Lucius had been incarcerated for over two years as the war between the light and dark waged on. On the inside he faced horrors he had never seen while at the Dark Lords side, horrors only his own mind could conjure up to haunt him in the depths of his sleep and hiding in the recesses of his mind.
He did not understand what kind of tricks his mind was playing on him, he accredited it to the thick consummate blackness that surrounded him in his cell in solitary confinement. The lack of mental stimulation, conversation or even the light of day to preoccupy his mind were gone, he was left alone with only his thoughts and memories.
He was stripped of everything while inside the rough stone walls of Azkaban. He had no money, title, rights, and the fact that he was a pure blood wizard didn't make a damn bit of difference with the cruel and mentally deranged inmates he shared showers and cells with.
Lucius had managed to keep himself from getting raped, though it was a constant battle and he was much sought after... he still had his long blonde locks and fine features, though they were hardened and he had a few battle scars. He could physically dominate his attackers, and even when they outnumbered him he focused all his hate, rage and sorrows into his fists and had put many in the infirmary. He too had spent a great deal of time in the infirmary, because one always managed to get defensive wounds when trying to deflect an opponent.
At times his loneliness consumed him so greatly he would have almost welcomed being penetrated by the filth that inhabited there. He often thought of the women he had fucked over the years, wondering if they missed him at all... if it made any difference to them he was rotting away.
Two years without bedding a woman had taken its toll and he tried to remember what it was like to touch a woman's soft flesh. He loved the way Narcissa walked, with her head held high and the way her hips swayed. When he heard the news of her death he felt so dead himself he could not manage to even grieve. He hadn't been faithful from the start, and it wasn't his infidelity that he regretted... he simply regretted not letting her know how much he truly loved her that blackened his heart and scarred his mind forever.
Lucius felt that the part that was human had died soon after he had been put in solitary for 3 months solid. The part that was left was the animal, wild and fierce and only acted on instinct. He would have given anything just to sink himself into warm and inviting female flesh. He remembered when he bedded Parkinson's daughter Pansy... true he was old enough to be her father, but the little slag was begging for his cock for months. He was shocked to realize that he took her virginity, and in hind sight was a little saddened at not taking her more gently.
He knew her type though, typical Slytherin, she was initially attracted to him naturally but what made her spread her legs so willingly was his power.
The women would resurface in his head at night to taunt him and tempt his aching body to respond, they woke the animal of lust that needed sating.
The drunken muggle co ed he picked up in London... a red head named Stephanie, strange he should remember her name for a one night flame. True he had forced her a little... the alcohol drowning her inhibition and judgment just enough to get her clothes off. He relished in the power he held over her, buying her drink after drink until she couldn't detach herself from his body, sinking himself into her roughly and muffling her objections with his hand. He had ripped his pleasure from her body and let her to sober up alone in the hotel he rented for the night.
He had bedded so many witches his mind only remember a choice few... but one took precedence above all others : Hermione Granger. It was true he thought she was a bookworm mudblood, and in the beginning all he wanted to do was steal her maidenhead and give her something to keep her mouth occupied with long enough to stop her incessant chattering. He wanted to degrade her...
thoughts of Hermione flooded his mind, not again he moaned. His throat was dry and his voice was low and croaked from lack of use. She had haunted his dreams, his waking thoughts and the only regret he would ever confess was leaving Hermione's fate up to chance.