The Death Eater's Valentine

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:









“You know witches were once burned at the stake…” He said quietly, sliding his hands to her hips and pressing into her. “Will you burn for me, little one?”





Lucius slid his hands down over her bottom and along the backs of her legs until his fingers brushed the soft, bare skin at the back of her knees. As soon as he felt her silky flesh beneath his fingertips he began to skate them back up her thighs pushing her skirt up as he went.







“Lucius, untie me…please.” She whispered softly, her skin prickling beneath his touch.







“Not yet.” He said, nuzzling her breasts with his nose. “You know, witches were frequently stolen and brought to the revels as captives.” He said, kissing the upper swells of her breasts visible beneath the low neckline of her dress.





“Lucius, what are you going on about?” She asked, her voice low and slightly slurred as he nibbled his way along the side of her neck.







“The old ways….the old days…I thought you wanted to know everything about life as a deatheater.” He murmured against her skin.







“You think now is an appropriate time to tell me?” She asked, whimpering softly when his teeth sank into the tender flesh where throat and shoulder met.







“I can demonstrate…” He said, nibbling on her earlobe and swirling his tongue in the shell of her ear. “You see, a witch was chosen by the dark wizard who was selected to lead the revels. A small team of deatheaters would be sent to retrieve her and bring her to whatever location the revel was being held at. She would be tied to a post…much like you are now, little one.” Lucius smirked.







“You plan on reliving the old days when you could steal a witch and have your way with her?” Hermione asked, frowning as Lucius leaned back to look at her.







“I never led the revels, I was always seated with the Dark Lord and Severus observing, he preferred my activities to be handled privately and with an eager witch.” Lucius said, watching the movement of his fingers over her throat and chest.







“This isn’t the way to court a woman, Lucius. I don’t want to hear about you with other witches.” Hermione said snappishly.







“Sorry, little one, I lost my head for a moment.” He said, tracing the furrow of her cleavage. “So, the witch would be trussed up and the wizard would set out to get a response from her. Sometimes they fought, other times they were eager to please, eager for the Dark Lord’s favor.” Lucius dipped his fingers between her breasts, his palms resting over the plump mounds. “The witch would quickly find herself undressed before the gathering. I want to undress you…I hate this dress.” He grasped the bodice and before Hermione could stop him he tore it down the center from neckline to hem.







“OH MY GODS, LUCIUS!” Hermione stared down at the ruins of her dress then back up at him in shock. Her mouth was agape and her eyes as round as saucers. Lucius however looked rather smug, a crooked little grin on his face and an unholy light in his eyes that said he was extremely aroused by undressing her in such a manner.







“Ugly dress anyhow…I’ll make certain you are dressed only in the finest of garments.” He whispered as he tore the remainder of the dress away and tossed it into a heap on the floor. “Well, what have we here? Seems that you liked at least some of my gifts.” Lucius said, fingering the lacy edge of her bra. She looked stunning, her creamy pale skin dressed in black lace trimmed with silver.







“These were part of the Valentine’s day gift you sent me…not the gifts you tried to buy forgiveness with.” She said softly, nibbling her lower lip.







“Hmmmm…regardless of the context in which they were given, you look amazing in these. But I want to see more.” Lucius pulled the cups of the bra down and freed her breasts. They were thrust forward thanks to the way her arms were stretched and tied behind her, Lucius took her in his hands, kneading softly and rolling the peaks between his fingers. “So pretty, little one, I love your body…a woman’s body, so soft and sweetly curved.” Hermione heated beneath his praise, his whispered words causing little shivers to traverse her spine







“Lucius….please…” She moaned softly as he trailed his fingers over her stomach, dipping beneath the lacy edge.







“Gods, I love it when you beg…the witches would always beg….we especially enjoyed it when they would plead for more….” Lucius tucked his fingers into the waist band of the lacy knickers and began to tug them down her hips and over her thighs until they fell to the floor of their own accord. “Will you beg for more?” He asked, kneeling at her feet and nudging her thighs apart.







He stroked his fingers over the tight curls and soft skin between her thighs. She stiffened slightly, and then her body went languid as she pressed her hips forward involuntarily. Lucius chuckled; though she might fight her nature she had a dark side that enjoyed these little games as much as he did.





He used one hand to part the plump folds and reveal the soft, pink center of her sex. With his other he stroked over the slick tissue gently, circling the tight bundle of nerves at the top over and over until she was practically in tears with her desire. He leaned forward and placed a soft open mouth kiss against the sensitive, aroused flesh and she nearly broke his nose her hips bucked so hard at the contact.







He made his way slowly back up her body, kissing, licking and sucking at her flesh until his mouth was level with hers once more. His fingers continued to work her slowly, tormenting her to near orgasm then backing off.









“Tell me what you want, little one. What would make you happiest right now? Do you want me to stop touching you and take the time to untie and undress you? Or do you want me to free my cock and take you right now against this post?” He whispered, pressing his lips against hers as he thrust two fingers inside her, curling them towards the front of her body and making her shake with need.







“Now!” She gasped as he pressed his fingertips into her sweet spot and made her writhe against his hand. His lips quirked and he reached for his trousers, unfastening them with one hand as he freed himself while continuing to plunge the fingers of his other hand inside her.







“Just as I thought, little one.” He said low, withdrawing his touch so that he could grasp her round little ass in his hands and lift her. Her legs wound around him immediately and he centered the tip of his erection against her soaked entrance. He slowly began to lower her onto him, hissing as the tight sleeve of her sex enfolded him. “Gods if I had known what a hot little witch you were I would have volunteered for the lead if it meant having you.”





She whimpered, convulsing around him as he bottomed out within her. He smiled, pulling back slowly and slamming back inside, again and again he moved slowly, tormenting the little witch as he whispered hotly against her lips.







“Gods, how good it would have been to fuck you in front of them all, seeing them all turn green with envy over something other than my money. I wouldn’t share you; I would keep you all to myself, little one. In fact from this moment on you are my witch and mine alone.” He growled, moving faster inside her, pressing her harder against the bed post. “Say it, witch!”







“Oh, gods yes!” She whimpered.







“Say that you are mine….only mine.” He rasped as she began to pulse around him, her orgasm sucking him deeper into her body and making his eyes roll up into his head.









“Yes! Yours….only yours!” She cried, unable to form a complete answer, but Lucius was satisfied as he began to thrust hard and fast inside her, his fingers digging into her bottom hard enough to leave marks.







“Damn it….YES!” He shouted hoarsely and spent himself deep inside the witch. His knees threatened and had to grab the post above her head with one hand to support him as he remained buried in the witch’s hot little body.







“Lucius?” She whispered his name as she unwrapped her legs from his hips. “Please, I want to hold you.” His whispered finite was barely audible as he buried his face in her neck.







“So good, little one, you feel so gods damned good I can’t help myself, I get near you and I want to devour you completely.” He breathed, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her nose before closing his lips over hers, his tongue stealing inside her mouth to wrestle with hers.







“Lucius, are you sure I am what you want?” She asked softly.









“I have made a complete fool of myself in public over you, more than once now. I adore you, little one. I intend to show you everyday if you agree to allow me to court you properly.” He said pushing her hair back from her face and massaging her arms, no doubt sore from her extended confinement.







“Yes, Lucius, you can court me…on one condition.” She said, reaching up to pull the ribbon from his hair so that the long blonde locks hung loose about his shoulders.







“Anything, I will give you anything if you will be mine.” He said.









“Make love to me properly….. in the bed.”









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So, I accidentally posted this at the end of Mastering Temptation….one more thing to go wrong in what has been a crap week! (Not getting to talk to hubby, the dog died, and then as I am getting ready to leave this morning I decide Let me post this right quick for the people who read during my work hour And what happens as I am trying to get everyone out the door? I slap it onto the end of the wrong tale…..I think Im going to cry…….anyhoo….thanks to those who were thoughtful enough to tell me without being rude about it….it wasn’t deliberate.