Adventurous Hearts: The Temple

CHAPTER 13: Taste







“This is indecent.” Hermione grumbled as she moved across the room on bare feet.







“I find it rather fetching.” Lucius drawled as he stared at her.









“It isn’t even a proper gown! I’ve had paper gowns in the healer’s office that covered more than this bit of gauze.” She snapped. After a rather surprising, passionate kiss in the tub, Hermione and Lucius had finished their bath and climbed from the tub to discover that their clothing was missing and substitute garments had been provided. Lucius looked rather…delicious…in a pair of loose fitting white drawstring trousers. No undergarments had been provided, nor had a shirt.







Hermione however had been left with a ‘gown’, if one could call the scrap of lawn that. It draped over her shoulders like a surcoat leaving her arms bare. The neckline plunged nearly to her navel while the sides of the garment were held closed only by thin ties that ended at her hips. She may as well have been left naked for all the good the nearly transparent lawn fabric did. Her nipples and the small thatch of dark hair between her thighs could easily be seen through the material.







She sighed and reached behind her to gather her hair so that she could plait it.







“What are you doing?” Lucius asked as he ran a comb through his damp hair.







“Plaiting my hair.” She answered, wincing when her fingers tugged on a particularly nasty tangle.







“Leave it down.” He said softly, moving close and pulling her hands away. He reached for his wand and whispered a simple spell as he ran it over her fall of curls, instantly they detangled and smoothed into silky ringlets.









“How did you do that?” She asked pulling a handful of the shiny curls forward to examine.







“I’ve had long hair since I was a lad.” He said with a slight shrug. “It often became unmanageable when I would play Quidditch so I learned a few spells to help.”







“Promise me you will teach them to me when we get out of here.” She laughed as she tossed the curls back off of her shoulders and headed towards the table. “Merlin I am starving!”







“So am I, we missed breakfast.” Lucius reclined on a mound of pillows near the table and reached for a bowl of grapes only to be blocked by a protective spell. “What the devil?” He tried again, reaching for a plate of cubed meats unsuccessfully.







“Why can’t we access the food?” Hermione asked puzzled.







“I think perhaps that is our answer, and our task.” Lucius said, pointing to a rather large text that glimmered into view atop the pillowed mattress. Hermione walked across the room and picked the book, along with the parchment lying on top of it up and went back to sit on the pillows beside Lucius.







So very lovely the two of you are,

Loving so sweetly beneath the stars.





To touch alone must have been tough,

And I gather for you both that it wasn’t enough.





I have provided for you instruction a special book,

To complete your task you should give it a look.







It will teach you how your meal to savor,

And how to celebrate your lover’s unique flavor.







Now go forth and enjoy, no need to make haste,

Take your time and learn the pleasure of taste.









Lucius turned the large tome over and a rather evil grin lifted the corners of his lips.







“What is that?” Hermione asked as she leaned over and read the title on the cover. “The Art of Oral Pleasure. She expects us to engage in oral sex?”







“Ultimately.” He said flipping open the leather cover to peruse the first page of illustrations. “Apparently she expects us to follow the guidelines of this text.” Lucius said, shifting the book so that she could see the images.







In brightly colored renderings a woman dressed much like herself sat astride a man dressed very much like Lucius and fed him from her fingertips. As they flipped through the pages the couple became rather creative in the ways they enjoyed their meal from the other’s body until ultimately food no longer came into play and they were simply devouring each other.







“So…wow.” Hermione exhaled slowly through pursed lips.







“Things just keep getting more and more interesting, don’t they?” Lucius drawled, setting the book aside, open to a page depicting a woman swallowing the man’s cock.







“Not up for it, Lucius?” She asked, one dark brow arched high.







“On the contrary, my dear, I am simply wondering if you have the nerve and the skill to make it worthwhile.” He said, reclining back on the pillows and looking very much like a sultan awaiting his harem.







“I was taught very well by one of the strictest teachers I have ever known, Mr. Malfoy. You can be well assured of my skill. However, you have been so long out of practice how can I be assured that you recall the subtle nuances of the oral arts?” She asked.







“I suppose I will just have to prove myself to you.” He reached for her hand and gave her a gentle tug in his direction. “But first, I am hungry as are you.” He helped her settle astride his hips just as the illustration depicted. “Feed me…slave.”







“Slave? Who says that I am the slave?” She asked, nearly sighing in relief when she was able to grab the bowl of grapes and pull them to her.







“The illustrations clearly depicted the sultan and his pleasure slave.” He said, smiling at her.







“Perhaps it was a princess and her pleasure slave. Did you think about that?” She asked, pressing a grape between his lips.







“No, because no royal female would be allowed to have a pleasure slave, or any male attendants that were not eunuchs.” He said, offering her a piece of the fruit in return. “Be a sporting witch and play along, Hermione.” He grinned.



“And let your ego swell? I think not Mr. Malfoy; I am no wizard’s slave.” She said, reaching for the plate of meats and offering up a bite of roasted chicken.







“You could pretend…you never know, you might enjoy it.” He was smiling now, he couldn’t help it. He was actually enjoying his time with her. Perhaps it had just been too long since he was able to socialize with anyone aside from Draco, the guards or other inmates, but despite their rather odd predicament, he was enjoying the time with her.







“Do you think me submissive?” She asked placing the rim of a wine goblet against his lips at the same time he pressed a small bite of beef against hers.







“Have you tested it to see?” She had moved on to feeding him vegetables.







“How does one go about testing their nature in such a way? Are there places that specialize in such things?” She asked, feeding him crisp stalks of asparagus.







“I’m sure there are but it seems something better discovered in the arms of a lover, not from a stranger.” He said.







“Well how would you go about helping a lover determine whether or not she was a submissive?” She asked.







“Well I suppose I would test her reactions slowly at first. See how she responded to commands; maybe restrain her hands, a light swat to the backside. If she seemed to respond favorably then I would perhaps take it further if she were agreeable.” Lucius brought another piece of food to her lips, when she opened them to take it her teeth grazed over his fingers and his eyes immediately went hot.







“And you seem to think I would respond favorably to you smacking my arse?” She asked.







“I think that your cheek is worthy of a sound spanking.” He drawled, watching the way her tongue swiped over her lips as she savored her food. “And I think you would enjoy it more than you think you would.”







“Without a doubt you would enjoy it.” She said, taking a cloth napkin and dabbing at the corner of his mouth. “Ready for dessert?” She asked.







“Absolutely.” He was rather fond of sweets to be honest and unfortunately had been unable to indulge his sweet tooth since his release. Hermione smiled and soon the savory foods on the table were replaced with various desserts. Pudding and cakes, biscuits and brownies, fruit and cream.







They both looked over at the text lying on the pillows beside them as the pages began to flutter and then open to an illustration of the man licking chocolate from between the woman’s breasts.







“Subtle, isn’t she?” Hermione asked on a soft laugh. She tilted her head to the side and stared at Lucius. “I’m not sure what bothers me most, the fact that I am doing this with you or the fact that I like it so damn much.”







“You? I find myself rather curious about my reactions to you, my little muggleborn witch.” He said, his hands settling at her waist.







“Do you mean to tell me you never took the women at the revels?” She asked. Even Severus had admitted to his participation once in a while when he had run out of excuses to give the Dark Lord.









“I was married, so I was given a reprieve from participation.” He raised one hand and stroked his finger along her cheek. “You have the rather unexpected honor of being the first mud…muggleborn witch to share my bed.”







“Well then, I suppose that puts a lot of pressure on me to make certain that I make it a memorable experience, for the sake of muggleborn witches everywhere.” She said. “Lucky you.”







“Lucky me indeed.” He smirked. He looked over at a bowl of chocolate mousse topped with thick fluffy cream and he smiled. “Now…about dessert…” He swiped his finger through the creamy confection and stared at it for a moment then looked back to the text lying beside them. He tried to bring his finger to his lips but found his arm restrained. “Seems you are to be my utensil.” He said reaching up and rubbing the chocolate and cream over her lower lip. With a grin that had Hermione shuddering he leaned up and captured her anointed lip with his teeth and pulled it into his mouth to suckle upon lightly.









“My goodness this is positively decadent.” She breathed. She felt the sweet ache of desire beginning to build between her thighs, making her wet and swollen.







“The best things generally are.” He muttered as he spread cold chocolate and cream over the side of her throat. He held her hair out of the way and began to lap at her throat with long, broad swipes of his tongue.







“Good gods, Lucius!” She moaned arching her neck as he sucked on her tender skin. “I’m going to be all sticky and I just had a bath.”









“No you won’t, I have a fondness for sweets and I promise not to leave a single drop on your skin.” He pulled her head down so he could whisper hotly in her ear. “I’m very thorough when eating something sweet and I have been deprived for far too long.”









Hermione shivered and leaned back, their eyes met and she suddenly felt as though she were on fire. She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip and reached for a bowl of chocolate dipped strawberries. She pulled the stem off and then placed the thick end between her teeth before leaning down towards Lucius to share. His wicked smile told her he approved just before he bit into the chocolate coated end and devoured most of the fruit. Their lips touched, the chewing motion simulating a rather awkward kiss as the juices from the ripe berry trickled down their chins.







Lucius wasn’t about to let an opportunity slip past him and quickly licked the errant drops away and Hermione leaned forward to do the same before reaching for another. They shared a half dozen of the confected fruit between them; more interested in the clean up it seemed than the actual eating.







Lucius was hard as stone beneath her bottom and she couldn’t help wiggling against him. He slid his hand into the indecent neckline of her gown and slid them up and over her shoulders, shoving the material down her arms and baring her breasts. She gasped softly, surprised by the rather rough handling and the intensity of his gaze on her flesh.







He coated the tip of each breast with thick, dark chocolate and eagerly bent his head to suck hard at the sweetened points. She clutched the back of his head tightly and cried out as he moved between them, making certain that he left no trace of the chocolate behind.







“Now those were the sweetest berries.” He whispered, his fingers plucking at the tight, reddened nipples and forcing her to wiggle more in his lap. “I find myself craving honey.” He whispered, sliding one hand up her thigh and dipping between her legs to find her swollen and dripping with desire. “And it seems I have found a veritable font of it.”





He withdrew his fingers and smiled at the way they glistened in the flickering light. He pulled the ties on the sides of her gown and pulled the miniscule scrap of material up and over her head. He tossed it across the room and grabbed her behind the knees to pull her legs up so that her feet were flat on the pillows beside his hips.







“Lean back.” He ordered softly, his lip twitching as he fought his smile when she complied and lay back on the pillows between his open legs. “Damn but that is a pretty sight.” He muttered low as he reached out to stroke the smooth lips of her sex. He ruffled the neatly trimmed patch of hair at the top and gave the curls a slight tug. “Why don’t you remove it all? Why leave just this little bit?”







“To remind myself that I am a woman and not a child.” She whispered hoarsely.







“Let me remind you.” He rasped sliding his arms beneath her thighs and in an amazing show of strength he pulled her legs over his shoulders and lifted her hips to his mouth, her head and shoulders still resting on the pillows as he buried his face in her core.







“Lucius!” She screamed his name, unprepared for the force of his oral attack on her sex. She bucked hard when his tongue parted her, dipped inside her and licked at her aching center. Her fingers found purchase on his thighs and her nails bit into the tight muscular flesh as his tongue traversed her folds.







“Sweeter than anything on that table.” He growled, letting her legs slide from his shoulders. He took her hands and pulled her to a sitting position in front of him. “Time for the real dessert.” He said, his eyes going dark like a stormy sky. “Get to the bed.”







Hermione bit her lower lip, she liked powerful men, it was a quirk of hers and one of the reasons she later learned that she had been unable to respond to Ron sexually, he was a passive and gentle lover, constantly asking if she was alright, if he was doing it right.







The first time she and Severus had come together he had been training with her, teaching her to defend herself in the basement of Order Headquarters. She became angry when he tripped her, again, and she slapped him. Within seconds she found herself pressed tight against the wall, her hands pinned above her head while he whispered rough, dirty words into her ear as he literally tore her shorts away and took her hard against the wall. Not once did he ask her if she was alright or seek reassurance of his skill. He took, hard and fast and needed no reassurance because she fairly imploded in his arms, moaning and crying out loudly as he took her body to heights she had never known.





She rolled to her knees, intending to stand and walk to the mattress but as soon as she was on all fours she felt his hand come down rather sharply on the cheek of her bottom before she could stand. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw him move to his knees behind her, admiring the bright red imprint of his hand on her bottom.







“I don’t know how much longer I can take not being inside you.” He growled. He palmed her backside with both hands and squeezed the plump cheeks. He ran his fingertips gingerly down the shadowed cleft of her bum and pressed lightly against the tight opening. “Have you ever taken a man here?” He asked huskily.







“N-n-no…Lucius?” She stammered, watching the intensity of his eyes as he continued to rub gently against her anus.







“I want to take you here.” He whispered. “You have no idea how much.” She shivered visibly. “Would you let me?”







“I d-don’t know. I never thought about it…doesn’t it hurt?” She whimpered when he pressed his fingertip against the tight little rosette, slipping inside just barely.







“A little at first…but I would be gentle.” He promised, aching to bury himself in her body in any way she would let him, he just wanted inside her. “Not tonight however…our task is something else altogether isn’t it?” He sounded so disappointed as he smoothed his hands over her soft flesh. “Get to the bed.” He swatted her again and chuckled when she yelped and hastily made her way to her feet.







Lucius watched her walk, admiring the gentle sway of her bottom as she made her way to the mattress and pushed the silky sheets aside as she stood next to it. He followed her, pressing into her back, his hands sliding over the curve of her waist and over the swell of her hips. He thrust his rather painfully aroused flesh against her bottom, his fingers biting into her hips as he lowered his head to nibble the side of her neck.







She let her head roll back against his shoulder as his hands slid up and over her stomach, feathering over her ribs to cup her breasts, his fingers toying with her nipples until they were so hard they ached.







“Lucius...please.” She panted, grinding her backside into his crotch. “Stop teasing.”







“I’m not teasing, I fully intend to follow through…this is building the anticipation, foreplay. Are you so impatient?” He asked against the soft skin of her shoulder.







“You’ve turned foreplay into an endurance challenge…you’re killing me.” She moaned, her eyes closed as he sucked gently at the back of her neck.







“Turn around.” He whispered, turning her in his arms. “Feel free to return the torment.”







Hermione laid her palms in the center of his chest and slid them up, spreading them over his pectorals, her fingertips skimming his nipples. She did it again when she heard his sharp intake of breath, and then leaned forward to lick at the tiny bud with the tip of her tongue circling and tickling before sucking it between her lips.







Lucius filled his hands with her curls, cupping the back of her head as she lavished attention on his torso, sucking and nibbling her way across his chest. She left a tiny love bite just above his left nipple and he couldn’t help the smug feeling that came with being marked by her. He would repay her for it later. His knees nearly buckled when he felt her tongue darting into his navel, her breath stirring the fine line of hair delineating his lower abdomen.







Hermione frowned when her progress was impeded by his trousers and she plucked the drawstring bow and gave the waist band a quick tug sending the thin lawn to the floor in a puddle around his feet. She was face to face with the proof of his desire for her. His need was a tangible thing, throbbing, aching and waiting for her to satisfy it.







She couldn’t pretend to be unimpressed, the wizard was something to behold at such close proximity, so long, thick and smooth. The tip flushed nearly purple, the slit weeping steadily.







“Is there a reason you are staring at it like it will bite you?” He asked, his hands still tangled loosely in her hair. He wanted her to want him, to WANT to take him into her mouth and pleasure him.







“I am just wondering if I will be able to take it without getting lockjaw.” She said.







“The way your mouth runs I would say that the muscles in your jaw are in top shape and more that capable of handling me.” He drawled, sliding his thumbs forward to stroke her cheekbones. She pursed her lips and blew lightly, cooling the drops of fluid clinging to his tip. His cock throbbed, bobbing in front of her as though it had a life of its own.







“I heard a rumor that Voldemort’s cock could move on its own like a snake.” She said, reaching up to fondle the heavy sac at his base. She cupped him and rolled the stones inside in her palm.







“Propaganda to recruit female deatheaters.” He said, groaning when her fingers skimmed over his sensitive flesh. “The Dark Lord was actually impotent, he could only watch.”







“Are you serious?” She looked up just as her hand encircled the base of his shaft and his stomach muscles clenched.







“I will not lie to you.” He said softly. “Now, stop talking about other men before I lose interest.”







“Lucius, I don’t think anything short of cutting it off is going to fell that…limb.” She said, turning her attention back to the erection gripped tightly in her hand.







“You can refrain from speaking of dismemberment as well thank you very much.” He said. “Why don’t you do something else with that pretty mouth of yours other than speak.”







Hermione glared at him from beneath lowered lashes but did not release him, instead she held him tight and slid her hand all the way up his shaft, her thumb stroking over the tip and smoothing the pre-cum gathered there. She stroked him gently for several, long glides of her hand from base to tip and back again before she began to feel the insistent pressure of his hands on her head urging her closer.







The tip of his cock brushed against her lips and she swiped at him with her tongue, tasting his bitter, saline flavor. A sound, something akin to a strangled moan seemed to lodge in his throat and her eyes lifted to see him staring down at her, naked want plain on his face.







“Suck me, please.” He croaked, pressing her head more firmly towards him. She kept her eyes on his as she licked her lips and parted them, sliding the tip of his erection into her mouth and sucking him slowly inside. He closed his eyes and his head fell back, his mouth opening. “Yeeessss!” He hissed, his hips thrusting gently.





It felt so good to be wrapped in the tight, we heat of her mouth. Her slick lips sliding over him, her tongue twining around his crown and pressing up against the underside. She hadn’t misspoke, Snape had taught her well. She maintained tight suction on him, her tongue never still and her hand steadily pumping his base. He looked down and nearly came right then. Her golden eyes were glassy as she stared up at him, watching his every reaction, her pretty plump lips wrapped tight around his shaft.







He watched her sliding those soft, slick lips over him for several more moments before tightening his hold in her hair and pulling her back, his cock slipping from her lips with a soft pop.







“Hey, I was enjoying that.” She pouted, her eyes going back to the ruddy shaft glistening from her mouth.







“As was I…too much.” He said giving her shoulders a slight push so that she fell back onto the bed. “Get in and get comfortable.” He said, eyeing her like some tasty little treat. She scooted back until she was reclining on the mound of pillows piled high at the head of the bed. Lucius followed, kneeling between her feet and staring down between her legs.







“You keep looking at me there like you’ve never seen one before.” She said, growing a little self conscious.







“I’m trying to decide if it’s actually the prettiest I have ever seen or if it has just been so long since I’ve seen one that it seems like it.” He said, laying his hands on her knees and pushing her legs wider. “I think I can honestly say you are the sweetest I have ever tasted.” He said as he moved forward to rest on his stomach between her legs. “Open wider.” He said, nudging her thighs until she had her legs as far apart as she could without causing herself discomfort.







He parted her and stared at the pretty pink folds before lowering his head and voraciously feasting on her sex. Her hands clutched the back of his head, tiny cries and whimpers escaping her lips as she watched him lick, suck and nibble at her tender flesh.







“Gods Lucius, you are so good at that!” She moaned when he latched onto her clit and sucked gently. “Fuck! Do they teach a class in the Slytherin dorm?” She arched hard beneath him as his fingers slid into her tight, clasping sheathe. He chuckled at her comment, the vibrations moving through her deliciously until all she could do was scream his name to the rafters as she tugged on his hair and came apart beneath his mouth and around his fingers.







Pride swelled within him, it felt good to know that some things came back to a man even skills long unused. He licked and kissed his way up her torso as she shook and shuddered beneath him.







“I can’t move.” She panted, lying as though boneless on the pillows.







“That’s alright; I don’t need you to move…much.” He smirked as he shifted until he was straddling her ribcage. “I just need you to open that pretty mouth.” She couldn’t help but smile when she looked up at the rather randy wizard towering over her. “Come on now, I was very nice to you, time for you to be nice….to ….me” He said, rubbing the tip of his erection against her lips.







She brought her hands around to cup his backside just as she opened her mouth and sucked him inside. He fell forward, bracing his hands on the pillows beside her head as he slid his cock between her sweet, wet lips over and over. She used her grip on his backside to let him know when he was pushing to far and to help guide his pace. She sucked hard, her tongue moving without stop over his over sensitive, too long neglected flesh.







“If you don’t want me to….damn woman…come in your mouth you need to back off….” He shouted unintelligibly when she squeezed hard on his backside and redoubled her efforts on his cock, sucking, licking and sliding her mouth over him until he thrust hard, nearly gagging her and gave a broken, ragged cry as he released stream after stream of his seed into her throat.







He rolled to her side before he collapsed on her, a fine sheen of sweat coating his body as he tried to catch his breath and calm his breathing. It had never been that good for him before, she was incredible.







They both looked up to see a door appear in the far wall, the telltale click of the lock telling them they had succeeded in pleasing their captor.







“Lucius, can we rest a bit before we move on? I’m completely knackered.” Hermione sighed as she rolled against him.







“I couldn’t get up and move if I wanted to.” He said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his chest. “Take a little nap.” He whispered unconsciously pressing a soft kiss into her temple as he cuddled her close and drifted off to sleep beside her. Neither of them heard the smug tinkle of a woman’s pleased laughter.









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Thanks to you all for reading....as you can tell, things get more and more intense with each new environment......so....