A New Order of Wizards - COMPLETE

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Chapter Eleven – Lucius Unleashed


She was trying to entice him with her slim legs and he saw the look of laughter in her eyes. What a difference from Narcissa. Lucius had already taken the potion for the evening so why should he deny himself some hot sex? He could start this very night breaking her in to some of his sexual interests. He would go slowly, but now he had a new goal. Lucius’ mood improved at the possibility of finally having a wife who might meet him as an equally adventurous partner in his own bed. Time enough to think about the questionable future of any of his tainted offspring if ever he were able to father more Pureblood children. He wasn’t dead yet. And the edict might dissolve someday. Lucius embraced his new plan with relief and a sense of purpose he hadn’t had since the end of the Death Eaters.


“Why do you still have that ugly fuzzy robe on?” Lucius stalked toward Hermione and lifted her off his bed. He began slipping the covering off her shoulders impatiently.


“Whoa, there,” Hermione exclaimed, “Where did you come back from? Now you want sex? I thought you were descending into a pit of despair and now you’re gung ho for the evening’s entertainment? And people say women are moody. Oi, I’ll do that. You’re going to rip my robe if you aren’t careful. I only have the one.” Hermione untied the belt of her robe and slid the entire thing off, leaving her naked to his view. “To be accurate, it’s not fuzzy, it’s chenille. It was a gift from my mother.”


“What? What was a gift?” Lucius wasn’t paying much attention to Hermione’s chatter. He was busy visually cataloging Hermione’s body: her sweet, high breasts, those slender legs, the thatch of hair at the top of her thighs…


“My robe,” Hermione explained. “It has sentimental value, so be careful.”


“It was from your mother? Well that figures.” Lucius muttered, “If she gave it to you after the wedding, you can be certain she’s not interested in having any grandchildren.”


She ignored his slur on her robe and immediately started tackling all the little buttons marching down the front of Lucius’ robe like she had fantasized, slowly displaying his chest and stomach. She kept toiling with the buttons, now impatient to see the rest of him.


Lucius was starting to breathe in faster and faster spurts. He was hard and wanting, feeling Hermione’s little hands smoothing his skin, basically feeling him up as she opened his robe. Slutty little Mudblood witch. Well, he had no objections to that if she would just finish with the blasted buttons. Why had he put the thing on anyway? Ah, yes, my dear, touch, grab, squeeze. She was certainly an apt student. Lucius shrugged the robe off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor next to her robe. He stepped out of it and grabbed Hermione up from her knees where she had been trying to reach the last buttons while keeping one eager hand on that fascinating erection. Knees were good, but not right now. The scent of her arousal was doing him in. Time to take her one more step into his personal garden of sexual delights. He wouldn’t show her the thorns just yet; he’d only entice her with the more addictive aspects for a beginner.


Hermione was lifted once again, this time being deposited back on the bed, but with one positive addition – she was naked and so was Lucius. That cock of his really fascinated her. She wanted to touch it some more, and rub it all over herself. How had she lived all her life without that cock? She tried to move down the bed to handle his rod some more, but he stalled her, instead moving his own body down and placing himself between her legs. “Lucius, don’t you want me to rub your cock some more?” Hermione tried to wriggle her way down past him but he immobilized her by the simple expedient of lowering his face to her crotch.


Lucius gave one long lick between her folds and Hermione screamed. She tried to pull his hair and move his face away from her. He shouldn’t be doing that! It was disgus…gust…she screamed again, this time opening her legs for his complete exploration of her feminine petals. Great Merlin’s Balls! That was the most sublime feeling she’d ever had. Hermione was panting in little uneven breaths, unconsciously pulling his face farther between her legs with her hands now, instead of trying to push him away.


Lucius smiled, his face buried just where he wanted it, lapping up her juices and stabbing her core with his tongue. Pure Heaven! He’d been stupid, just like Snape had said. If he had only this Mudblood to screw, he was going to enjoy the ride. And she seemed to be enjoying it too, if her staccato screams were anything to go by. He needed to be careful that she didn’t break his nose with her uncontrolled bucking, so he held her down while he sucked and scraped and licked every centimeter of her sensitive skin. He used his thumbs to widen his access to her inner layers, stretching them apart, then after blowing his hot breath across the exposed tender area, he once more buried his face in her wet, soft folds.


Hermione had never even heard of what Lucius was doing to her so brilliantly. Had she wanted his cock? My Gods, his tongue was nirvana! She couldn’t move her hips or legs because Lucius had her pinned down, so the sensations were escalating at a fiery pace, completely unnerving Hermione. She tried to control her body’s wild reaction, but it was too late. Hermione went careening off into a massive orgasm that knocked her unconscious for a few moments.


Lucius felt her body totally relax and he knew she was vulnerable to his next move. He immediately crawled up her insensate length and settled himself on her, aligning his engorged tool with her now drenched opening. With one hard surge, he filled her up to the hilt, pushing until he was seated completely, deeply inside her. He pulled her legs up around his waist and waited for her to revive. She came to in the next moment, slowly realizing she was now under a very large male body with a very large male body part stretching her uncomfortably inside. Her first reaction was to squeeze her lower muscles trying to expel him. He luxuriated in the tightening of her sheath around him – long experience had taught him what would happen. When the first tightening had lessened, he started to move, pulling himself out a little, then forcefully thrusting back into her. Each time he pulled out, he went a little further, with a renewed hard thrust inside again.


Hermione was pretty relaxed from her orgasm, but this hard thrusting still hurt some. She tried to let her muscles go with his movements so she wasn’t fighting each of his invasions and that did help. She started to feel his thickness and length as it stretched all along the inner walls of her channel. She looked up at Lucius to see him staring down at her with those hypnotic, pale eyes, watching her every facial expression as he moved. She understood then from his steady gaze that this was a dance of domination. Domination over her. She didn’t want to get into a psychological turf war in the bedroom, she only wanted some flaming sex and she was getting that all right. But Lucius seemed to be interpreting their fucking as his ascendancy over her somehow. Well, she’d go along with the ride, literally, she smiled inwardly, but he’d have a surprise if he thought she was now subservient in any way to His Royal Cockiness. He was such an ass.


Lucius was enjoying the feeling of his completely swollen phallus impaling the little witch. He wasn’t through with her, not by a long shot. He paid close attention to her body’s signals, using them to play her into another orgasm. She went over the edge, thinking he would follow her like he had before. But Lucius had other plans. He slowed his tempo, waiting for her climax to dissipate, then he began again, ratcheting her up with measured strokes, hitting her just where the sensation was highest inside.


She tried to slow him, but he continued hitting her sweet spot and she lost the third round to another pulsing climax, making her a bit dizzy with the way her body was being wrung out. She didn’t know that Lucius had let himself off his year-long leash and he was intent on establishing his new requirements in bed with his unwanted wife. All she knew was that she was being used and rather mercilessly too. She had to concentrate against the lure of his erotic skills, which were starting to push her toward yet another orgasm. Hermione figured she needed to make him have his orgasm to get any leverage or she’d be coming all night at this rate. If she didn’t die first. Could one ever die from too many orgasms?


Lucius was getting closer to his own finish than he wanted to at this point. A year’s lack of good sex, he noted dispassionately. His little mate was now struggling to stop him, he knew, but if she wanted Lucius to provide sex for her, she had to accept it on his terms. He needed so much more than a few strokes and licks. For him it was all or nothing and he’d had nothing for a year. He couldn’t be a nice, sweet fuck for her. He did think she could rise to his level of sexual appetite given some time and he definitely wanted to introduce her to those appetites. But he decided not to scare her away too early. He bent his head and took her lips in a wet, wild kiss that totally scattered her few remaining wits, then he slid his lips down to the join of her neck and shoulder and bit her in that very sensitive area while increasing the pace of his thrusts, finally throwing him into a climax that went on and on. She succumbed again when his sudden, painful bite sent her soaring. They both collapsed into a melted puddle of bodies, Lucius still on top, flattening Hermione into the mattress. And she didn’t care a jot.


During the night they adjusted their bodies a bit for comfort, but both slept the sleep of the dead and didn’t wake up until the sun was high in the sky. Hermione woke first and looked at Lucius in consternation. What the hell had happened last night? Was he going for some kind of sex record or something? She’d have to have a stern talk with him about what constituted sex and what was just… just…well, looking back on it, it was the surprise, the tiny bit of fear that had lessened her enjoyment, she thought. Otherwise, it was…oh, hell, it was fantastic. Why did it have to be lousy Lucius who gave her so many orgasms she’d lost count? And that tongue thing. Wow! She was sore now, but couldn’t really regret her time in bed with an apparent master. She’d asked for a permanent change, hadn’t she? Ginny would be pea green with envy if she knew. Hermione pondered that and the devil whispered in her ear. Maybe Ginny would need to find out. Hermione smiled in anticipation. She was certainly coming down in the world, bragging about an evil Death Eater’s prowess in bed.
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