Drabbles & Ficlets by Inell
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Harry Potter › General
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Adult ++
Chapters:
40
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
40
Views:
26,360
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Good Girl: Lucius/Hermione, NC17
Title: Good Girl
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lucius/Hermione
Summary: Hermione is a good girl
Hermione could feel the sun beating down on her bare back as she knelt in the soft grass. It was the middle of summer, the heat stifling, sweat dripping between her breasts and around her face. Long fingers gently caressed her face, a deliberate contradiction from the rough thrusts into her mouth, touching her cheek and brushing through her hair, refusing to allow her to become lost in her thoughts, demanding her participation and constant attention.
“Good girl.”
The husky voice washed over her as she moved her head, her tongue stroking his length, knowing exactly what he liked and what gave him pleasure. She had learned a lot during the last six months, no longer gagging when he took her mouth, knowing how to lick and suck him until he was growling her name and coming. She loved when he said her name. It had taken two months before he’d say Hermione.
She had to earn the familiarity, had to please him, the sound of her name on his lips a reward for pleasing him. At first, she had been simply Mudblood. Then she was Whore. Then she became Hermione. By that time, she had almost forgotten who she was, her life and past becoming memories that almost seemed unreal, a fantasy life where she had friends and a family and responsibilities. Now, her entire purpose in life was to please him.
She could taste his seed on her tongue, salty and bitter. It was an acquired taste that she now found very enjoyable, loving the fleeting power and control she felt when she brought him to orgasm. She looked up at him as she sucked him, finding his eyes narrowed and his mouth open. His cheeks were flushed, his long blond hair falling around his face, the sun causing it to appear almost white, like a halo. Deceptively angelic, she thought as she looked into his gray eyes, feeling his fingers tighten their grip in her curly brown hair as she sucked him hard.
He came with a groan, his seed spilling into her mouth as she continued moving her head, her tongue swiping him to make sure she got every drop. The last time she had spilled, he had used crucio on her and not come to her for several days, leaving her locked in her room alone. The loneliness was worse than the cursing, her body having adapted to most of the curses and the pain rather dull after the time she had spent with him. She was rarely cursed anymore anyway, no longer fighting him, always obeying him, wanting to please him so that he would reward her. A part of her mind still wanted to fight, speaking up when she was alone and reminding her of what had once been, but Hermione was not stupid.
She knew that the past was exactly that, a memory of things that would never again be, and she knew that she had to adapt to survive. If she pleased him, she had a very lovely room and food and he took care of her. He provided her with books and actually had conversations with her some times, finding it amusing to let her believe for a few moments that she was free and normal, playing games far more complex than simply cursing and torture, his games mental and clever. Maybe one day, things would change and she would be free, but she had given up on such foolish hopes after watching her friends treated far worse than her by their keepers, dying or broken within a month.
He took care of her, treated her as one would a valuable possession, and she did what was required to keep his interest and stay alive. He was possessive, never allowing any of the others to have her, unlike many of them who would let everyone have a go at their captives. She was his, belonging to the Malfoys, and, as such, she was meant for the pleasure of his family. He would sometimes allow his wife or his son to play, but he was always there, watching, careful that she did nothing against them and that she was not treated in a way that might spoil his games.
Lucius looked at her as he pulled his cock from her mouth, his lips curling into a smug smile when he saw her eyes focused on him and the hard nipples that confirmed her arousal. He knew his fingers would find her soaking if he reached between her legs, ready for him to fuck her in any way he chose. She was a pretty little thing, for a Mudblood, and a brilliant student, always eager to learn and to please. He had gotten lucky, receiving first choice from his Lord, knowing instantly that he wanted Potter’s little Mudblood, not regretting his choice at all.
He moved behind her, his hand on her back as he pushed her forward until she was crouched on all fours. Stroking his still hard cock, his eyes moved over her. Her firm arse was swaying, her hair falling around her shoulders and touching the dirt beneath her. Placing a small blanket behind her, he kneeled, careful not to muss his robes. With one thrust, he was buried inside her tight cunt, her juices coating his length as he began to fuck her hard. The sun was beginning to set on the lazy summer afternoon that had been spent training his pet. It was now time to reward her, to insure once again that she identified pleasure with pleasing him.
Lucius moved his hand between her legs, twisting her clit roughly as he fucked her deep and fast. When he felt her tighten, he waited, smirking when she moaned his name.
“Good girl.”
The end.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lucius/Hermione
Summary: Hermione is a good girl
Hermione could feel the sun beating down on her bare back as she knelt in the soft grass. It was the middle of summer, the heat stifling, sweat dripping between her breasts and around her face. Long fingers gently caressed her face, a deliberate contradiction from the rough thrusts into her mouth, touching her cheek and brushing through her hair, refusing to allow her to become lost in her thoughts, demanding her participation and constant attention.
“Good girl.”
The husky voice washed over her as she moved her head, her tongue stroking his length, knowing exactly what he liked and what gave him pleasure. She had learned a lot during the last six months, no longer gagging when he took her mouth, knowing how to lick and suck him until he was growling her name and coming. She loved when he said her name. It had taken two months before he’d say Hermione.
She had to earn the familiarity, had to please him, the sound of her name on his lips a reward for pleasing him. At first, she had been simply Mudblood. Then she was Whore. Then she became Hermione. By that time, she had almost forgotten who she was, her life and past becoming memories that almost seemed unreal, a fantasy life where she had friends and a family and responsibilities. Now, her entire purpose in life was to please him.
She could taste his seed on her tongue, salty and bitter. It was an acquired taste that she now found very enjoyable, loving the fleeting power and control she felt when she brought him to orgasm. She looked up at him as she sucked him, finding his eyes narrowed and his mouth open. His cheeks were flushed, his long blond hair falling around his face, the sun causing it to appear almost white, like a halo. Deceptively angelic, she thought as she looked into his gray eyes, feeling his fingers tighten their grip in her curly brown hair as she sucked him hard.
He came with a groan, his seed spilling into her mouth as she continued moving her head, her tongue swiping him to make sure she got every drop. The last time she had spilled, he had used crucio on her and not come to her for several days, leaving her locked in her room alone. The loneliness was worse than the cursing, her body having adapted to most of the curses and the pain rather dull after the time she had spent with him. She was rarely cursed anymore anyway, no longer fighting him, always obeying him, wanting to please him so that he would reward her. A part of her mind still wanted to fight, speaking up when she was alone and reminding her of what had once been, but Hermione was not stupid.
She knew that the past was exactly that, a memory of things that would never again be, and she knew that she had to adapt to survive. If she pleased him, she had a very lovely room and food and he took care of her. He provided her with books and actually had conversations with her some times, finding it amusing to let her believe for a few moments that she was free and normal, playing games far more complex than simply cursing and torture, his games mental and clever. Maybe one day, things would change and she would be free, but she had given up on such foolish hopes after watching her friends treated far worse than her by their keepers, dying or broken within a month.
He took care of her, treated her as one would a valuable possession, and she did what was required to keep his interest and stay alive. He was possessive, never allowing any of the others to have her, unlike many of them who would let everyone have a go at their captives. She was his, belonging to the Malfoys, and, as such, she was meant for the pleasure of his family. He would sometimes allow his wife or his son to play, but he was always there, watching, careful that she did nothing against them and that she was not treated in a way that might spoil his games.
Lucius looked at her as he pulled his cock from her mouth, his lips curling into a smug smile when he saw her eyes focused on him and the hard nipples that confirmed her arousal. He knew his fingers would find her soaking if he reached between her legs, ready for him to fuck her in any way he chose. She was a pretty little thing, for a Mudblood, and a brilliant student, always eager to learn and to please. He had gotten lucky, receiving first choice from his Lord, knowing instantly that he wanted Potter’s little Mudblood, not regretting his choice at all.
He moved behind her, his hand on her back as he pushed her forward until she was crouched on all fours. Stroking his still hard cock, his eyes moved over her. Her firm arse was swaying, her hair falling around her shoulders and touching the dirt beneath her. Placing a small blanket behind her, he kneeled, careful not to muss his robes. With one thrust, he was buried inside her tight cunt, her juices coating his length as he began to fuck her hard. The sun was beginning to set on the lazy summer afternoon that had been spent training his pet. It was now time to reward her, to insure once again that she identified pleasure with pleasing him.
Lucius moved his hand between her legs, twisting her clit roughly as he fucked her deep and fast. When he felt her tighten, he waited, smirking when she moaned his name.
“Good girl.”
The end.