The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 3-4-07

Great reviews! Thank you. (See my hands clapping?)

To answer a few comments:

siriuslyNlove I hope you don't mind that this story is going to go through quite a few chapters before we get to the final 'happily ever after' but I promise a multi-layered, enjoyable journey. Will that do?

I got a tremendous response to my question on Lucius' pronunciation. I personally (being American) have always heard it as Loo'-shus in my head, but multiple youtube vids of Jason Isaacs reveal he always says Loo'-see-us. As Gaps mentioned, I trust him as a professional to have done his homework and I see that many of you have the "Roman" pronunciation also. Now I'm torn. I still like Loo'shus in my head, so I may stick with it in the face of the more correct sound. and Gaps, consider yourself kissed.

And thank you, JW for the web site to the pronunciation guide for HP:
http://www.scholastic.com/harrypotter/books/pronunciation/pronunciation_guide.swf

I listened to all the words! Great fun!


Hermione Malfoy As for the word 'condo', another Americanism, I guess. For those interested, here are a couple of web sites that show what I think of as condos, which are flats (or possibly semi-detached, whatever those are lol!), usually one storey, but not always, of one to three or more bedrooms that are sold instead of rented. It's short for condominiums.

http://www.tricar.com/condominiums/london.htm
http://www.st-augustine-beach.com/flaglerbeach/condominiums.jpg

And I don't think Lucius could take Hermione flaunting another man in front of him, even just to tease him that he wasn't the only one with a past. Someone would likely get mauled.
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I just don't seem to have the knack of keeping these two out of the bedroom. Sorry, but they're at it again.

Lemon ahead. Very strong, sour lemon. You've been warned. If any form of non-consensual squicks you, skip to next chapter.

Oh, oh. Hermione hadn't understood her promise of voluntarily submitting to Lucius' various sexual desires would include this surprise. She's not happy. (Next two chapters: she evens the score.)

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Chapter Fourteen


Let Sleeping Dragons Lie


That evening Hermione went to Lucius’ bedroom door in a longer quilted robe, feeling a bit less exposed than in her red one. Lucius opened the door to her and she gulped in a gigantic breath. She realized she hadn’t been breathing, worried that Lucius was going to wear his tux again. Or something equally bizarre. She was incredibly comforted to see him in his own black silk robe. She walked past Lucius into the room looking everywhere for that blasted stool but it was nowhere in sight. She relaxed some more.


Lucius knew what must be running through her mind and he was amused at her lack of imagination. Or her lack of understanding of his imagination. Lucius had reacted to Adria’s display, but his thoroughly aroused desires were targeted solely on his innocent little wife. He was ready tonight for something a bit more unusual than his wife probably had in her repertoire. Lucius gently led her over to the bed, removing her robe and lifting her onto the sheets. He slid her over the satin to make room for himself.


Hermione was so relieved. It was going to be more traditional tonight. She wasn’t sure if her heart could take all the sexual surprises Lucius had been springing on her so far. Hermione snickered. As long as he continued to do all his springing on her and not those other overblown sluts, she was a happy woman.


Lucius saw her amusement and was pleased knowing she was getting something enjoyable out of their bed sport already. She wasn’t going to be smiling for long. He flipped her over into the middle of the bed onto her stomach and stuffed a big pillow under her. Shackles of steel covered in black padding shot out from the headboard, obeying his quick verbal spell and clasped themselves to her wrists.


“Lucius, what are you doing? Can’t we just have some good, old-fashioned, traditional missionary sex?” Hermione began to get alarmed and tried to pull her hands through the padded cuffs but they held her fast.


“Maybe next week sometime. Not tonight.”


Hermione twisted her wrists so she could flip over and lie with her back on the pillow. She looked up at her husband in dismay, “Omigosh, it was that bitch, wasn’t it? You were excited by her. Well, why don’t you go to her, then? She’d probably let you pet her dragons.” Hermione was angry and hurt, feeling her looks compared poorly to the ebony-haired beauty in the restaurant.


“Now, now, control your temper, precious,” Lucius said patiently, settling between her legs and slowly running his finger down the center of her body from her throat but stopping just above her mound, “if you saw a picture of a naked man with an erection, would you want him or would you suddenly think of getting naked with me?”


He moved and loomed over her, his pale hair falling onto her torso as he lowered his head to one breast and licked the crest before pulling it into his mouth, flicking his tongue rapidly over the hard little peak. He nipped the tip softly with his teeth and then gave her other breast the same treatment, listening to his wife’s breathing change into a more ragged tempo as she reluctantly slipped under his erotic spell. He languidly kissed his way down her stomach, spreading her thighs apart with his hands before using both thumbs to stretch her feminine folds wide for his marauding tongue.


Hermione was lost to his sensual expertise, floating in her own personal world until he increased his pace, repeating his tongue flicks on her clit and sending her shooting into her first climax.


He didn’t give her body time to relax again before he flipped her back over onto her stomach and snapped a spell on her knees so they were fixed in place, spread apart on the mattress, with her rosy little butt up for his pleasure. Lucius removed his own robe and got back into place between her legs. Her hips he spelled to the pillow and bed. All she could do was raise her head and balance herself on her elbows if she wanted. She couldn’t move the rest of her torso at all. He said gently, deeply, “Let’s let sleeping dragons lie, shall we, precious?”


Hermione felt Lucius move over her again, this time biting her nape as she felt his hair softly sweep over her shoulder blades making her shiver with pure lust, the quaking of her climax still echoing inside her. His roving tongue counted each separate vertebra and kissed it before meandering downward to her tailbone. Manicured nails raked the sides of her ribcage and then her hips as he followed her spine downward. From there he began to kiss her derriere, first one side, then the other, and then he started licking his way around the edges of each side, always coming back to her center.


She was dripping in her own juices by the time he’d gone around the globes twice. She felt his tongue slice between her creamy pussy lips and between joyous quivers wondered, Why did he have to tie me down? I’d have gladly taken this position for him. And he did have a point about the naked man picture. She would have instantly thought of Lucius. But her husband was beautiful. Of course, she’d think of him. She, in contrast, couldn’t hold a candle to that Adria slut. Her mind went pirouetting out of control when her second wave of climactic shocks hit. She wiggled her butt the best she could in reaction to the shudders of release coursing through her. Coming down from her heavenly high, she dropped, completely enervated, onto the pillow under her stomach.


Lucius extended his hand and flicked his wrist. A bottle of lotion flew into his hand. He warmed it with a brief spell, then poured some onto Hermione’s butt cheeks and more onto his fierce erection, smoothing the liquid around on both surfaces. It would help warm and relax her muscles as well as make his penetration easier. He knew what he was in for next and he smiled in anticipation. He slid his index finger in the lotion all around the little puckered rose of her anus and felt her flinch.


“Lucius! No. Don’t do that.” Hermione was jerked back to consciousness by his violating touch.


“Ah,” he said smoothly, a hard edge creeping into his voice, “the submissive wife has disappeared once again from my bedroom along with her promises. Who do I have in her place? Will you take control of me again? Is it your right to say what I do in my bedroom? Shall I need permission to beg you for your pure, sweet version of the sex act? Your word means little, it seems. I promised you wouldn’t be in danger and you aren’t. I never said anything about discomfort. I know I warned you at the beginning about my sexual preferences.” Lucius stroked Hermione’s sweet little feminine bum. “I will give you a piece of advice to make this easier for you. The more you fight me the more it hurts. Of course, the more you fight, the better it feels to me.” So saying, Lucius pressed his finger slowly into her anus, feeling her squeeze him, trying to dislodge his invasion.


“Please, Lucius, don’t do this. I didn’t sign on for this. I’ll scream!”


“Oh, would you, precious? I always love it when you scream for me. It makes me hard listening to your cries especially when the sound climbs at the end. Scream for me, precious. Make me hard.” Lucius slid his finger into her backside up to his palm, then slowly pulled it out again, listening to her breathing. She didn’t like his finger going in, but she liked it better when he pulled it out. And not because he was pulling it out of her body. Oh Hermione, you were made for this.


Hermione whimpered with relief at the finger being removed, but didn’t acknowledge the little jolt of pleasure it gave her. She tensed up again as Lucius slid his finger inside again, and she was subjected to more insertions and removals, in and out several times, the lotion doing its job warming and relaxing her muscles. She was just getting used to his finger stretching her, when he put a second finger in her and she found pain again.


Lucius heard her whimper with her distress and he leaned forward over her and wound his other hand in her hair, massaging her scalp and giving her two sensations to absorb. He knew she couldn’t concentrate on either one to the exclusion of the other. Lucius took his fingers out of her briefly to bring his penis up to her ass and he began putting himself into her. He was large, and he had to be careful not to tear her muscle ring, so he went bit by bit, lubricating his cock with each millimeter.


“Push out, precious, push out against me and it won’t hurt so much. I know you want to keep your ass puckered up against me, but that won’t stop this.” He continued massaging her scalp feeling her wriggling, fighting his entrance, but it did her no good. Lucius took his time but Hermione had already unwillingly taken most of his cock into her, when he began the slow pulling-out process.


Hermione had felt mostly pain when he entered her, but when he started pulling out it was the most exquisite feeling, so different, so erotic. She began panting with an unexpected excitement which was canceling out some of the hurt.


Lucius reached around and sent his hand under her hips seeking her clit. He found the nubbin and stroked it in a fluttering movement that made Hermione gasp and twist with the renewed vibrations against her most sensitive flesh. “Ah, no, no, oh,…oh,…Gods, more, more, Lucius! Lucius!” The dark wizard didn’t let her come, but he was teaching her to integrate the frenzied rapture of his finger on her clit with the aching fullness in her ass.


He sent his tool into her again, and she bucked the little bit she could under his spell. But Hermione wasn’t complaining any more, even though when he went in it hurt like hell. She was waiting for the perverted stimulation she was starting to crave when he pulled out. She stopped thinking about anything but the excruciating pleasure building in her womb. He hadn’t touched her cleft again, but it was throbbing as though he’d fucked her there.


Lucius was sweating with his intense arousal, watching his sweet, little beauty writhe under his demands. She was taking to his increasingly powerful thrusts like a pro, as he squeezed her butt cheeks in both hands, then held her hips, working his tool like a piston. He truly didn’t want to damage her and made sure he kept the lotion slipping over his engorged penis, but she was making even more lubrication of her own now, and he spread her own juices onto himself, preferring the delightful, womanly scent of her musk as he gave himself over to the drugging carnal pleasure of his wife’s little ass.


Hermione arched and hissed at the burn of the cruel, delicious intrusion as he increased his pace, riding her deeper with each fiery thrust, his sac slapping against her sensitized cleft. She called him all sorts of names, but now she tried to impale herself on his rod rather than get away. Lucius knew from her twisting attempts to help his insertions, it was time to bring her to completion. He sent two fingers into her pussy, reaming her in both holes. Hermione was abruptly overloaded with sensation and without warning she reached another peak. Lucius heard her shriek as she rammed herself back hard against his cock, driving him home.


That was it for Lucius too, as he erupted in a fireball of sensation and exultantly filled her ass with hot jets of cum. He wilted enough to pull out of his wife easily and he gently released the spells and cuffs, turning her over into his arms. He accio’d his wand and ran a quick cleaning spell on them both, then he snuggled her in beside him and crooned low, delighted words of praise stroking her hair and tenderly kissing the top of her curly head.


“No babies tonight,” Hermione whispered, exhausted. They both fell asleep where they lay.

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A/N:

Let me know to duck if you're incensed about Lucius' behavior. I hope you aren't. He did warn her. Hermione won't be down for long (hint: next chapter).


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