Lucius and the Waif - COMPLETE

The character of Lucius Malfoy belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing him for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Chapter Ten – Equals Collide


Lea was left by the bookcases, trying to understand what had just happened. She had thought they were both pleased with their bargains. Then everything seemed to go wrong suddenly. They had shaken hands, and she had smiled at him, happy that she might learn to read. He then had looked disgusted with her and left. Was he regretting the reading lessons already? Or was he displeased because she had smiled and he thought it signaled a triumph over him in the bargain? She did feel triumphant, but not at besting him in anything. She was just happy, and it was so unusual an occurrence that she had displayed her pleasure.


If she was here as his personal sex servant, she needed to be careful about her behavior and learn what suited him. The sex was really going to be secondary to this extraordinary man’s requirements. He noticed more about her than she was comfortable with, but he was paying for the privilege, so she had better find out what he wanted and do it.


Lea took down a book at random and opened it, smelling the lovely aroma of the paper and tenderly running her fingers along a line of words. This book had pictures in it, so she settled herself in the dark green velvet chair and started turning the pages from the beginning, enjoying the colorful succession of scenic places she would probably never see herself. Lea lost herself in the pictures for over an hour, before noticing that the wizard hadn’t reappeared. She started to fidget, worried. If she was supposed to go to him he would have to make his expectations clear, she decided. But she got up, replaced the book noting its place, and wandered into the hallway looking for her teacher or lord or master or whatever he wanted her to call him. Men were silly about those things.


She wandered down the hallway where she had seen him disappear and heard a rhythmic clanking noise coming from another room she hadn’t been in. The door was open so she stood in the doorway and peered in. It was a large white-walled room with what looked like several different functions, most of which she couldn’t guess. Lucius was lying down on a little padded bench with his feet planted on the ground on either side, lifting a metal bar with round wheels on the ends. He was raising it and lowering it, down to his chest then up into the air, over and over. Lea waited patiently for him to finish while she looked around the room. Several metal contraptions sat near where the wizard was working, but farther away was an old, oversize desk with a lot of cubbyholes above it full of papers. On the other side of the room, part of the wall contained different types of swords, she thought. Long, skinny blades that didn’t look useful at all. Not like the thick ones the guards had. And last was an area with a table and a lot of jars plus a cabinet with a lot of little drawers. A cauldron sat on the floor under the table.


Lucius finished doing his arm exercises and sat up to put his barbell away when he noticed Lea standing in the doorway, wearing his old gray shirt, as usual. He really would have to see about getting her a few more clothes. He’d had the elves destroy her old smelly tunic. Being constantly bombarded with her nudity was having a distracting influence on him. He enjoyed the view of her body, but he needed to do other things once in a while also. At the moment though, his cock couldn’t quite think what else was so important.


Lea realized those pale gray eyes were now trained on her, and she cocked her head, asking a silent question. Maybe if he had enough sex to last him for awhile, she could start her reading lessons. Lea had been around enough males to know when they were interested in sex, which seemed to be a lot. She knew her wizard was contemplating another bout of some form of sex. She waited for his next move.


Lucius was feeling sweaty and unpleasantly warm after his workout. He decided to have Lea join him in the shower, killing two owls with one stone. He got up off the bench, replaced his barbell, and grabbed a small towel off the barbell rack. Rubbing his face and shoulders with the towel, Lucius walked over to Lea, gently pushing her into the hall. “I want you in the bathroom now. Put your shirt in the second bedroom. You can hang it in the closet if you wish.” Lucius knew the elves would remove and clean the shirt, which probably needed it by now.


Lea saw that he had bound his hair at the back into a braid, like her mother had done for her years ago. Lea was entranced by his hair and wondered if he could show her how to do that to her own hair. A pang came and went, remembering her mother. But Lea moved obediently toward the second bedroom to do as he asked.


When she entered the bathroom, she faintly remembered her initial shock at the luxurious room. She had managed to enter it more easily this morning and had delighted in the running, warm water. The room boasted a large shower with double showerheads and even a small tiled place to sit, and next to it, a large pool sort of thing that looked like it should hold water too. Three separate sinks and cabinets completed the expansive space, the third sink side by side with a lower section of counter and a little bench under it. Mirrors lined the entire wall above all the sinks and counters. All the sinks and the pool were black, with silver colored faucets. She had washed her face at one of the funny black sinks. The walls were tiled halfway up in white with thin silver and black and green tiles making straight horizontal lines around the entire room. Above the tiling was a mural of some sort of green curlicues on white, wrapping around the room. A smaller separate toilet area was in a small alcove that could be closed off. Even the toilet was black. Lea had been rather shocked at that.


Lucius was standing, impatiently waiting for her with his arms crossed on his chest. He immediately said, “Remove my clothes.” He watched her come to him and examine how to undress him. The clothing was a bit odd to her, and there wasn’t much of it. He certainly liked black, although these clothes also had green stripes down the sides. She started with his short pants, as he wasn’t wearing any shoes. Lea discovered a string in the front tied in a bow. She pulled on the string and the waist of the pants loosened, allowing her to swiftly remove them from his body, lifting the fabric gently over his erection. His shirt was even odder, stretchy with no sleeves. But it was easy to take off him. Lucius threaded his fingers into her hair and propelled her into the running shower. He could have used a cleaning spell but he liked the feeling of the water on his skin.


This shower was going to last awhile, if his erection was any indication. Lea sighed but did remember that he really hadn’t actually hurt her when he’d had sex with her before. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. She always preferred sucking on men because then it didn’t hurt so much, and they seemed just as satisfied that way. She asked him matter-of-factly, “Do you want me to suck you?”


Lucius’ cock jumped at that, but he declined, saying he wanted them both to get clean, and then he would inform her of his choice. Lucius was starting to reel from the complete dissociation of this female’s mind from the sex act. He was just a body to her, a set of balls and a cock to process, with no caring or interest from her at all. He should be glad she had no intention of clinging to him romantically, shouldn’t he? That was always so irritating and distasteful to him when the whiny females got attached to him. He’d lost more repeat transactions with whores that way and he never liked to have to hunt a new one down. Who knew what problems a new one would present? Now he was complaining because a whore didn’t want him. Was he going mad?


Lucius pulled her under the spray and gave her a bar of soap, “Wash me, from toes to neck, my cock last.” Lucius used some of the soap to wash his own face. He shot some shampoo into his hand and started in on his hair. He could feel Lea beginning on his toes and ankles. She lifted each foot as she washed, then advanced to his legs. Using a lot of lather, she soaped up his legs and his buttocks, gliding her hand into his crack to get him clean there. Lucius hissed with pleasure, but continued to ignore her while she worked. As he had instructed, she skipped his cock figuring that meant his balls too, and continued upward, lathering his arms when he released each one as he rinsed his hair, scrubbing his chest and his back, then his shoulders, and lastly his neck. Lucius was finished with his hair and he said, “Continue.” He stood still and watched her gather lather onto her hands and begin stroking his penis. She efficiently but gently washed his testicles at the same time.


Lucius felt his cock starting to throb insistently, so he called a halt, “Now, wash yourself including your hair.” He stepped fully under the spray, ridding himself of the excess soapsuds, and then stepped back to watch her clean herself, leaning his shoulder up against the side of the shower with his arms crossed. She may not have had too many showers, but she was graceful in her movements, first bending to reach her legs and feet, then using more soap to clean her own genitals. She washed her breasts and as much of her back as she could reach. Lucius stepped over and finished her back for her.


She washed her face and wet her hair. Then she asked for the shampoo he had put on a shelf above him. Lucius said curtly, “I’ll do it.” He poured some shampoo onto her head and started massaging it into her hair and scalp. He had decided to provide another instance of pleasure at his hands to ready her for his lovemaking later. She stood patiently while he thoroughly lathered, rinsed, and lathered her hair before putting her under the spray for a final rinse.


Lea was pleasantly lethargic from having her scalp and hair massaged for her. It didn’t feel that good when she did it. “Thank you. That felt wonderful.”


“Have you ever felt anything else with me?” Lucius purred into her ear. He opened the shower door and handed her out, running a drying spell over their bodies. Lucius ran his hand down her hair and it miraculously dried instantly. He did the same for himself, leaving her gaping at him. “How did you do that?”


Lucius looked at her a little oddly, “I used a simple drying spell. Did the fact that I’m a wizard escape your notice? Azkaban is a prison for the magic community. Or had you never seen a drying spell before?”


Lea was too awestruck to be worried about his sarcasm this time, “I know it’s a prison for wizards and witches. And I’ve seen a few spells done, but usually on the locks of the prison doors. I didn’t know there were spells to do things like that. Can you teach me some spells?”


She saw the calculation enter his cold eyes and she knew she’d just handed him a weapon against her. Before he could speak, she said preemptively, “Yes, yes, I know, so what more do I have to trade to learn some spells? I’m already giving you whatever you want sexually. I don’t think I have anything more to barter. And before you ask, I will not perform with someone else while you watch. Don’t ask. I won’t do it.”


Lucius said as meekly as he could, “Understood. Let me think awhile. Perhaps I’ll think of something else you can do for me. In fair trade, of course.” He knew Lea had seen right through him almost instantly and wondered how he had given himself away. To sidetrack her, and out of curiosity he asked her, “Were you forced to perform that way before? Is that why you dislike it so?”


Lea said, “If we are sharing confidences, why are you in prison? What did you do to get sent here?”


Lucius said in dawning respect, “Touché. Our pasts are our own. I agree. No more prying questions.” He perceived that Lea was coming out of her shell in leaps and bounds. “Shall we move to the bedroom? I’m getting a little chilly standing here in the nude.” He sincerely hoped her transformation extended to staying with him mentally when he took her. His cock had gone to half-mast while they were dickering over the spells, but now Lucius was at full attention again and impatient to sink himself into this naked little spitfire. He realized he was seeing more of the real girl who had survived in a situation that would have driven anyone weaker to suicide years ago.