Adventurous Hearts: The Temple

CHAPTER 14: Watching







Hermione awoke slowly, shifting and stretching her body with a smile on her face. She opened her eyes and blinked several times to assure herself she wasn’t still asleep and dreaming. Her cheek was resting on a very male abdomen and a very erect penis was lying inches from her face. She wasn’t so troubled by that fact as she was that it was a rather unfamiliar one encircled with fine, golden hair rather than the thick, black curls she was used to seeing.







As the fog of sleep began to clear the events of the previous days and night came flooding back, memories of intimate moments shared with a man she should loathe beyond all reason. Moments filled with sweet, unbelievable pleasure despite a past filled with so much misery. She would never understand the complexities of fate, the twists and turns of her life that seemed to always bring her to the unlikeliest of moments.







She smiled and blew softly, laughing when the erect organ bounced gently against his stomach.







“If you wish to say good morning I believe a kiss is traditional.” A rather husky, cultured voice purred from behind her.







“I believe I treated you to enough lip service last night.” She said with a laugh as she rolled over so that she was looking across the wide expanse of his chest instead of his crotch.







“Nonsense, one can never be treated to enough…lip service, was it?” He drawled as he smoothed his hand over her curls. “Good morning, Hermione.” He said softly.







“Good morning, Lucius.” She felt an uncomfortable knot forming in her stomach at the rather intimate feel of the greeting. She wasn’t sure what to say and was saved from a rather awkward silence when his stomach rumbled beneath her ear. “Hungry?”









“I have always had a rather hearty appetite.” He said as he propped himself up on his elbows to peruse her naked form. “As tempted as I am to reacquaint myself with your sweet taste I fear it will do little to satisfy my hunger, at least the one that torments my belly.”







“So are you trying to tell me that you are more aroused by the thought of food than me?” She asked as his hand smoothed over her the curve of her back to rest on the upper swell of her bum.







“I don’t know about that, but I know that without food there is no way I could put forth a good showing anyhow, I need the energy.” He gave her backside a light smack and nudged her off of him.







“Ouch! You are a little too interested in my backside, Lucius Malfoy, you make me nervous.” She grumped, rolling over to find her clothing clean, folded and stacked neatly beside the bed. She cast a cleansing spell over herself and began to dress slowly as Lucius vanished behind a privacy screen to handle his business.







When he returned he was clean and dressed, his hair pulled back and secured with an elastic band. He stopped for a moment to watch her plait her hair, sad to see her binding the lovely curls so severely. They settled onto the pillows beside the table that was now covered with breakfast.







“What do you suppose she has in store for us next?” Lucius asked, staring at the door as he ate his breakfast.







“Well, after last night I don’t think there is much more she can expect of us. We have essentially done everything but fuck.” She said.







“I think you use those vulgar words to annoy me, Hermione.” He was frowning at her.







“What would you have me call it?”









“I don’t know, there are a number of terms that could be applied that are far less crass. Making love sounds a lot more pleasant.” He said as he refilled his juice.







“But we wouldn’t be making love, making love implies that you and I share tender emotion between us and we don’t. We are lovers out of necessity, though I will not deny that we do appear to share a mutual attraction between us. However, I would never presume to refer to what passes between us as making love.” She watched him shake his head in exasperation.







“Tell me, does everything with you come with an analysis?” He asked.







“I’m sorry, I don’t socialize well, Lucius, I have little tolerance for ignorance and have always been too intelligent for my own good. Hence the reason I am still single.” She said, finishing off her juice and setting her glass aside. “Men want pretty and dumb on their arm, not plain and intellectual.”







“I wouldn’t call you plain, you are quite lovely.” He said.







“Thank you, but I am not the kind of witch wizard’s flock to.” She laughed.







“So says the woman who can currently claim two wizards as her lovers.” He said, a slight grin lifting the corner of his mouth.







“Why do I feel horrible when I actually think about that?” She asked, her eyes suddenly going dark.









“Why should you? You said you have no commitment to Sev, and you certainly do not have one with me, you are a free witch able to indulge in her passions wherever they are stirred.” He pushed to his feet and towered over her for a few moments and then extended his hand to pull her to her feet before him.







“Well, it’s not like this will continue outside these walls is it?” She said. Lucius jerked her forward so that she fell against his chest.







“Don’t be so sure of that.” He said roughly, silver-blue eyes growing dark and stormy. “I find that I quite enjoy spending time with you, Hermione. Now perhaps it is the situation, perhaps it is just having been so long without female companionship or perhaps it is simply infatuation with the first woman I have…fucked…in so many years.” He winced at the use of the bawdy terminology and she nearly smiled. “Whatever the reason, I fully intend to explore it until I am no longer fascinated by you. I suggest you prepare yourself for that.” He released her suddenly and squared his shoulders while tapping his cane against the side of his foot. “Now, let us be on our way.”







Hermione was stunned, she couldn’t say anything, she could only stare after him with a soft moue and wide eyes. He pulled open the door and without a word he stepped inside. When he vanished into the darkness she panicked and hurried after him, slamming into his back as the door closed behind them.







“Sorry, I keep doing that don’t I?” She smoothed her hands over his back and let them rest on his waist as they waited for the darkness to lift. “What is that smell?”







“That is hay.” Lucius said, sounding somewhat confused as their newest environment began to flicker to life. “We are in a stable.” He said, looking around.







“Oh please don’t let this be something kinky.” Hermione cringed as she looked around at the various tack and grooming supplies pertaining to equine care.







“Not interested in fetishism?” He smirked.







“Not especially. I definitely want no part of horses nor does the idea of saddling you and taking you for a ride appeal to me.” She said. “I get the feeling you wouldn’t be easy to bridle.”







“How very astute of you.” He drawled. “However, feel free to ride me sans saddle whenever you feel up to it.” He winked at her as he began to wander up and down the center aisle of the stable.







“What next, Lucius? Are you going to compare your cock to a horses?” She laughed.







“Goodness no, what man in his right mind would want to have a penis that size? The blood flow required to sustain an erection of that size in a man would not leave him enough to keep him conscious, therefore he could never engage in intercourse because he would pass out the moment he became erect!” He said. “No, I would definitely not compare myself to a horse.” He reached for a riding crop and flexed it in his hands while he grinned at her. “Perhaps a small pony.”







Hermione laughed hysterically, her head thrown back as the stable filled with the rich sounds of her mirth. Lucius couldn’t keep from joining her, laughing along with her at his little quip. She wiped her eyes and saw him still holding the crop in his hands.







“What do you think you are going to do with that?” She asked, backing up slowly as he advanced on her.









“Turn around and grab your ankles and I’ll show you.” He said coming closer.









“You think I’m going to let you spank me with that?” She squeaked.









“I’ll be gentle.” He purred, slapping his hand with it. She shrieked when her back hit the ladder leading to the loft. She turned and began scrambling up the ladder but not before he landed one, playful, not so soft swat to her bottom. “You know…hunt the muggle was always a favorite game of mine in my old life.” He called, tossing the crop aside and climbing into the loft after her.







“I’m not a muggle, I’m a witch who was born to muggles, there is a very big difference.” She said. “Where is your toy?”







“I tossed it aside to chase you but if you wish to play I could fetch it.” He said. “Accio….” Her hand clapped over his mouth and the devil licked her palm.







“What am I going to do with you?” She asked, disturbed a little by this playful side of the rather formative death eater.







“I can think of a few things.” He said tossing his cane aside and grabbing her around the waist. He lifted her up so that she had no choice but cling to his neck. “How about a little roll in the hay?” He waggled his brows just before he fell back into a pile of clean, fresh smelling hay with her landing on top of him.







“Why does it seem so odd to me that a Malfoy would be willing to wallow in the hayloft of a stable?” Hermione looked down at him, amusement lighting her eyes.







“I was a young man like any other once upon a time. Location didn’t really matter if the lass was willing.” He said rolling her quickly onto her back with him settled firmly between her thighs. Her head was hanging over the edge of the loft’s floor and she looked around in a panic.







“Oh gods! Lucius don’t let me fall!” She wrapped her arms tight around his shoulders and her thighs around his waist as she clung to him. He chuckled and rose to his knees, pulling her up to sit on his thighs.







“Trust me….I wouldn’t let you fall.” He whispered as his hand cupped the back of her head and tugged her down for a kiss. She gave in easily to the persuasive glide of his lips over hers. He kept it light, playful but with an underlying sensuality that was impossible to deny. He slid his tongue between her lips and taunted hers until she followed suit and let her own tongue venture forth into his mouth. He nipped her tongue, laughing softly when she squeaked before sucking gently to soothe.







“Gracious, do you do anything halfway?” She asked breathlessly.







“No, if I’m going to do it then I want to do it well and make it count.” He said, nipping at her chin. She moaned softly and tightened her arms around his neck. “Ouch!” Lucius pulled back from her a little and glanced between them to find a piece of parchment pinned to his shirt, the pin had pricked his chest when she tightened her hold on him and pressed her breasts tight against him. “Damn witch has the worst timing.” He grumbled as he unpinned the parchment and read.







Welcome, lovers, to yet another day

In my domain for passion and play.





Such passion between a woman and man

Will be difficult for some to understand.





Outside this temple your past will play

And will surely be a hazard to block love’s way.



But within these walls you can be sure

That there is nothing you can not endure.





I am a witch who prides herself on knowing,

And the two of you have made a beautiful showing.





I’ve watched your passion, nearly makes me purr,

Now fill my shoes and you play voyeur.





Feel free to indulge in what ever pleases you,

You wont be heard or seen by my playful two.









They both started at the sound of thunder rumbling outside, then the clear sound of barn doors opening. Lucius peered over the edge of the loft. A man and a woman stumbled inside, sliding the stable doors closed.





They were dressed from an era past, the woman in a long gown that laced up the back, the skirt bearing a soiled hem from spending time walking outdoors. She was small in size and stature with curly ginger hair and glowing pale skin. The man was tall, dark haired and well built wearing snug leather breeches and soiled Hessian boots. He wore a shirt that laced up the front from mid chest to throat, but the laces were loose and revealed a chest covered in silky black hair.







“Who is it?” Hermione whispered. Lucius looked back over his shoulder at her.





“I haven’t a clue, somehow I doubt Morgana would have brought in someone we know for this task.” He said.







“Shush! They will hear you!” She whispered harshly.









“No they won’t, they aren’t real, Hermione. They are an illusion, they can not see or hear us.” He said. “Morgana wants us to watch them.”







“Watch them what?” She asked.







”You have been a very naughty girl, Madeline.” Hermione looked up at the sound of the deep, rough voice filtering up through the floorboards of the loft.







”I’m terribly sorry m’lord, however can I gain your forgiveness?” Came the tinkling, giggling voice of the woman.







“Come along, Hermione, it seems we are to attend a performance.” He said, pulling her along with him as he descended the ladder. He went to the corner where several bales of hay were stacked and grabbed a saddle blanket from a table to spread over one before he sat down. He reclined against another bale, one leg bent and propped on the bale where he sat. He pulled her to sit in front of him between his thighs and tugged her back to recline against him.







“I’ve never watched before.” She said softly. “It’s rather exciting.”









“As exciting as having Draco watching you?” He asked, rubbing her shoulders gently.









“That was more amusing than arousing. He was truly horrified.” She chuckled.







“For all his posturing, Draco inherited his mother’s tendency towards prudishness.” He whispered. “Watch.”





”I’m terribly sorry m’lord, however can I gain your forgiveness?” The girl asked with a smile.







“I think, my Maddie, that you have forced my hand and I will now have to punish you.” The man said, his voice low and menacing as he stalked towards her. “You shouldn’t have lured me out when you knew a storm was approaching, you are a very bad girl.”







“Yes m’lord, very bad…I deserve to be punished.” She said breathlessly, her ivory cheeks beginning to flush.







“Turn around, Maddie.” He ordered. The girl turned obediently and pulled her long, fiery tresses forward over her shoulder. He began to unlace the gown slowly, loosening the satin ribbons until it drooped off of her. “No undergarments? You are a wanton.”







“Yes m’lord.” She simpered. He turned her abruptly and roughly jerked the gown from her body, helping her to step out of it before kicking it aside.







Hermione shifted against Lucius and he bent low to whisper in her ear.





“Does the idea of being ravished excite you, Hermione?” He licked the shell of her ear lightly.







“Yes.” She said, squirming against him as she continued to watch the action playing out in front of her.







“What to do with a naughty, wanton girl?” The man purred, stroking his chin as he walked in a slow circle around the woman. He walked to a low table and picked up a stiff bristled curry comb. “Your nipples are hard, Maddie. Are you excited or just cold?”







“Both, m’lord.” She answered with a slight tremor in her voice. She licked her lips expectantly when he approached and swiped the brush lightly over her stomach. She groaned softly and swayed a bit as he cocked his head to the side and watched her nipples draw impossibly tighter.







“I’m thinking you are enjoying your punishment a little too much, Maddie.” He scolded, coming close to her so that he could pinch her tight, pink nipples and tug hard, twisting slightly. She cried out sharply, her knees buckling slightly before she righted herself.







“Why is she just standing there letting him handle her so roughly? That brush is coarse; it left a mark on her skin.” Hermione watched the man continue to handle the woman’s breasts in a rough and by all appearances abusive manner yet she continued to stand there, whimpering and shuddering.







“She stands there because she knows it is what her master wants her to do, and because she likes what he is doing to her.” Lucius said, his fingers stroking the tops of her breasts beneath the neckline of her tank.







“But that has to hurt!” She said. Lucius cupped her breasts fully, shocking her with the suddenness of his grasp. His thumb and forefinger pinched semi hard on the erect bud of her nipple and plucked, tugging slightly.







“Does that hurt?” His voice rumbled against her ear. She gasped and pressed her bottom back into his groin. “Or is it exciting you?”







“Oh!” She moaned when he did it again.







“Answer me.” He growled. “Does it hurt or is it exciting you?”







“No…it doesn’t hurt.” She whimpered. Lucius smiled smugly before letting his fingers stimulate her gently while he returned his attention to the scene before them.





“Oh my Maddie.” He tsked. “How will you ever learn your lesson when you enjoy your punishments so much?” He ran the brush gently over her nipples and she keened loudly, her head falling back and her breasts thrusting forward. The man smirked and hooked his foot around the leg of a high stool and dragged it across the dirt floor. “Assume the position, Maddie.”







“Yes m’lord!” She said eagerly as she bent over the stool and presented him with her bottom. He began to run the brush over the half moons of her buttocks until they were red and heated; all the while she squirmed and wiggled her pert little bottom at him.







“I think it time for your spanking.” He said, tossing the brush aside and reaching for the riding crop lying tossed on the table. He ran the tip of it along her spine, down between the cheeks of her arse and along the insides of her thighs. “Are you wet, Maddie?”







“Yes m’lord.” She whimpered when he pressed the flat end of the crop against her aching center.







“Did you lure me out for a walk knowing it was going to rain, hoping it would become necessary for me to punish you?” He asked, flicking the end lightly over her red, sensitized backside. She said nothing and he raised his arm to bring the crop down hard against her flesh; a welt began to form immediately. “Answer me, Maddie!”







“Yes m’lord!” She screamed her grip on the stool going white knuckled.







“You overstep yourself, Maddie, you little wanton. I am master here, not you. You do not get to create situations that force me to punish you.” He said firmly as he brought the crop down several more times across her rear. “I want to hear it, Maddie, who is master here?”





“You are m’lord, you are master here.” She sobbed. “Forgive me, m’lord.”









“Why is she begging forgiveness when he is the one abusing her?” Hermione wriggled as Lucius stroked her abdomen, his fingers edging beneath the hem of her shirt.







“Because she knows she was wrong to provoke him. She knows she was wrong to push him, to force his hand. He is master and it is up to him to decide when she will be punished.” He slipped the button on her trousers free and began to lower the zipper. He slid his hand over her lower stomach and beneath the cotton of her knickers to burrow through her slick folds. “You like watching this don’t you? You are soaked.” He whispered as he began to stroke her clit gently.







“Lucius!” She groaned and slipped her hands behind her so that she could stroke him through his trousers while they watched.







“Oh Maddie, Maddie, Maddie…don’t I always forgive you, love?” He cooed, setting the crop aside and smoothing his palms gently over her red and welted flesh. “Aren’t I good to you, Maddie?” He asked, kissing each welt tenderly, stroking the tip of his tongue over the hurt.







“Oh, yes m’lord.” She sighed, a soft smile on her face. He unfastened the front placket on his breeches and pushed the snug fitting garment down his thighs to bunch at his knees over his boots. He kicked her feet apart and grasped her red and aching backside tightly as he pressed his hard cock into her from behind.







“Who do you love, Maddie?” He purred as he thrust into her hard and fast.





“You m’lord!” She keened, pressing back into him even though her backside smarted.







“And who loves you?” He growled, digging his fingers deep into her red, angry flesh.





“You do m’lord!” She screamed as she climaxed, her body shuddering over and over as she fell limply over the stool. Her lover reared back, withdrawing and shooting his release into creamy, sticky streaks across her abused arse.







“There’s my good girl.” He soothed, leaning over her to kiss her cheek. “My sweet, sweet Maddie, my girl, my bride.” He whispered softly before they disappeared from view.





Lucius grunted softly when the illusionary couple vanished, not really caring about anything other than the woman beginning to come apart beneath his fingers. Her hips were rocking steadily and his fingers were sliding easily over her swollen, aroused flesh. Her little hands were stroking him skin to skin now as she had released his cock from the confines of his trousers during the performance.





She bucked hard against him, her flesh pulsing against his fingertip as she cried out hoarsely, her hands tightening on his shaft and milking a sweet, sharp orgasm from him. But it wasn’t enough; he wanted inside her, wanted to pound into her hard and fast, fill her with his seed then start all over again.





He heard the soft click of a lock and looked over to see a door. He prayed that whatever lay beyond the door made it possible for him to take her fully before he lost his wits all together.