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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
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51,753
Reviews:
424
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
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The Siren
The characters belong to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing them for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Updated 10-22-06
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Thank you all for the lovely reviews. I do hope you like this lemony chapter!
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Chapter Fifteen – The Siren
Hermione decided to forego her pretty pink chenille robe in favor of her raincoat for now. She’d have to buy another robe soon. How kinky to show up in Lucius bedroom wearing her raincoat and nothing else. Rather like those flashers in news. Maybe Lucius would enjoy that, but if he wasn’t in a better mood, she’d leave him standing.
Lucius called, “Come in,” when he heard the knock on his bedroom door. He saw Hermione come in wearing some sort of… raincoat? What in Merlin’s name? “I know I don’t keep you from spending what you like on clothes, Hermione. Don’t you have anything better than a raincoat to wear? Oh, yes, I forgot, that pink fuzzy horror was to be burned if you showed up in it. I’m pleased you took my words to heart.”
“I’ll purchase something tomorrow. I hadn’t anything else tonight.” Hermione detected no lingering bad temper on Lucius’ face, so she slipped the raincoat off and put it on the side chair that Lucius usually sat in after sex. He wouldn’t be needing that chair any more if she had anything to say about it. She was taking in the sight of Lucius wrapped only in a towel around his waist and his cute bony feet. His hair was dry, probably from a drying spell after his shower, and he was freshly shaved. Yummy. “Lucius, you’re completely overdressed for the occasion. Terry cloth is so gauche for evening wear.” Hermione sauntered over toward Lucius, watching as the towel started to magically rise in front. Ah, her favorite part was making an appearance.
Lucius waited until she got just in front of him, then he picked her up and carried her over to the bed, placing her gently on the sheets of the turned down bed. He removed his towel and walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed up onto it, reaching for Hermione. She came easily into his arms. That probably isn’t going to happen again for awhile after tonight, thought Lucius. He started setting his scene for the evening by rubbing his hands down her legs and opening them. He settled between them with his face at her groin. He knew Hermione would catch on and let him enjoy those young, pretty petals of hers. Lucius thoroughly delighted in her sweet juices and the soft skin, but he especially craved her little mewls of appreciation, interspersed with his name moaned in breathy accents. He worked her over, leaving every single inch of her pussy glowing from his talented tongue. He never stopped until she was wild and had completely lost control; she finally gave a high-pitched scream and convulsed with a shattering orgasm.
While she was panting and trying lethargically to bring her breathing back to normal, he crawled sensuously up her body toward her head on the pillow using his hands and knees on either side of her until he reached her face with his cock jutting at her mouth. He put one hand on the headboard and guided his member to her mouth with the other, leaning on his knees over and above her. “Hermione, my turn, I believe,” Lucius said caressingly.
Hermione really liked his cock, was totally enthralled with it, and leaned forward to kiss the tip. She brought her hands up to hold the shaft while she began licking the head, then she started using the moves he had taught her, tonguing the special sensitive spots under the head, and at the base under his sac, then bringing first one ball, then the other into her mouth and sucking on them.
Lucius let her do that while he watched with narrowed eyes. She was learning very fast to please him, but if he was going to spend time in bed with her, she needed to offer more, just as he would give more. Lucius started moving his hips a little, pushing his penis into her mouth and withdrawing it. She relaxed her lips a little to allow his movement. He took her hands away from his shaft and balls and put them at her side. He took over holding his length to her mouth while, unnoticed by her, he quietly blocked her hands from reaching her face. Lucius wasn’t making any noise, not a single moan to indicate he was almost at the end of his stamina. He tenderly cupped her face in his hands and continued to push his cock into her mouth, then, without warning, he clamped her jaws open with the heels of his hands and started spurting his seed into her mouth.
Hermione immediately tried to bring her hands up to protect herself, but she couldn’t get them past his thighs and arms. She gagged once, trying to spit his seed out, then had to swallow his cum to avoid being drowned in the stuff.
Lucius pulled out of her mouth before he let go of her jaws. He relaxed down on his side of the bed enjoying the afterglow.
“Ptooey! Lucius, that was awful. How could you do that to me?”
“Better check with your little friends. I rather think they all have more skill in the bedroom than you, and tonight’s sex was pretty standard fare. I’m not interested in Muggle hang-ups in my bedroom. Although, if you asked your mother, she might tell you she does that for your father too.”
Hermione gagged again at the thought of her mother and father. Ewww. Stop thinking of them, stop thinking, stop! She glared at Lucius who was nonchalantly pulling the covers up over himself. “I don’t like that, Lucius. I don’t want to do it again.”
“Oh, you will, and often, or you’ll find yourself back in your own room with the once-a-week deposit routine again. I will not go through our marriage being led by your prim notions of what is correct behavior for the bedroom. As you Muggle types so quaintly put it, ‘my way or the flyway’. I give you the same when I lick every nook and cranny between your legs. I only wish for you to return the courtesy. Or would you rather not have my tongue anywhere near your delicious little pussy again?” Lucius paused for effect, “Oh, and you should probably do more research and learn to tell the difference in taste between young seed and OLD seed. If mine is so old it won’t do any good making babies, I might as well spend more of it in your mouth.” Lucius yawned ostentatiously and closed his eyes.
Hermione was extremely put out with her treatment, but when Lucius put it in the context of losing those mind-bending episodes with his tongue, she decided she should possibly reconsider. The stuff didn’t taste that awful, and it had already happened, so she didn’t have to anticipate something that sounded terrible but turned out not to be so bad. She glared at Lucius, knowing she’d been set up. No wonder he was such a dangerous opponent to the Ministry. She had just gained a bit more respect for Harry’s decision to place her in Lucius’ home. Now she had to protect herself physically from him in the bedroom, as well as verbally during the day. Things had just grown more complicated.
“Well?” asked Lucius, not even opening his eyes.
“I’m thinking,” Hermione replied shortly. A few minutes passed and Hermione realized that Lucius had nodded off. Apparently the answer was either not important or it was a foregone conclusion in his mind. Well, hell. She was certainly paying for her nasty comment about his seed being old. She’d made that up just to set him off, but it had backfired rather viciously. Well, he’d started it. Hermione heard herself and ruefully acknowledged that she had acted childishly in retaliation for his bad temper at dinner.
So now the question was - was she so enamored of what his tongue could do, she’d allow him to spurt his seed into her mouth? The only other advantage was that it wouldn’t make her pregnant going down her throat. He would probably want her to swallow his semen sometimes, but not always. He’d likely want to get inside her for the big finish more often than not. Hermione dithered for a while until she realized she had already made up her mind but was trying not to admit it to herself. Okay. If she was going to allow that stuff in her mouth, she was going to do such a good job that he would be at her mercy, sexually. He wouldn’t know what hit him. He’d be panting after her just like a little puppy dog, begging for a treat. She was going to become a siren in bed. That was a surefire way to completely roll up this devious man who by all whispered accounts absolutely reveled in sex. It was his weak point. Time to start studying those graphic sex books much more closely. Hermione calmed down and snuggled in next to her husband, dropping off to sleep immediately, her decision made.
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Review?
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Updated 10-22-06
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Thank you all for the lovely reviews. I do hope you like this lemony chapter!
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Chapter Fifteen – The Siren
Hermione decided to forego her pretty pink chenille robe in favor of her raincoat for now. She’d have to buy another robe soon. How kinky to show up in Lucius bedroom wearing her raincoat and nothing else. Rather like those flashers in news. Maybe Lucius would enjoy that, but if he wasn’t in a better mood, she’d leave him standing.
Lucius called, “Come in,” when he heard the knock on his bedroom door. He saw Hermione come in wearing some sort of… raincoat? What in Merlin’s name? “I know I don’t keep you from spending what you like on clothes, Hermione. Don’t you have anything better than a raincoat to wear? Oh, yes, I forgot, that pink fuzzy horror was to be burned if you showed up in it. I’m pleased you took my words to heart.”
“I’ll purchase something tomorrow. I hadn’t anything else tonight.” Hermione detected no lingering bad temper on Lucius’ face, so she slipped the raincoat off and put it on the side chair that Lucius usually sat in after sex. He wouldn’t be needing that chair any more if she had anything to say about it. She was taking in the sight of Lucius wrapped only in a towel around his waist and his cute bony feet. His hair was dry, probably from a drying spell after his shower, and he was freshly shaved. Yummy. “Lucius, you’re completely overdressed for the occasion. Terry cloth is so gauche for evening wear.” Hermione sauntered over toward Lucius, watching as the towel started to magically rise in front. Ah, her favorite part was making an appearance.
Lucius waited until she got just in front of him, then he picked her up and carried her over to the bed, placing her gently on the sheets of the turned down bed. He removed his towel and walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed up onto it, reaching for Hermione. She came easily into his arms. That probably isn’t going to happen again for awhile after tonight, thought Lucius. He started setting his scene for the evening by rubbing his hands down her legs and opening them. He settled between them with his face at her groin. He knew Hermione would catch on and let him enjoy those young, pretty petals of hers. Lucius thoroughly delighted in her sweet juices and the soft skin, but he especially craved her little mewls of appreciation, interspersed with his name moaned in breathy accents. He worked her over, leaving every single inch of her pussy glowing from his talented tongue. He never stopped until she was wild and had completely lost control; she finally gave a high-pitched scream and convulsed with a shattering orgasm.
While she was panting and trying lethargically to bring her breathing back to normal, he crawled sensuously up her body toward her head on the pillow using his hands and knees on either side of her until he reached her face with his cock jutting at her mouth. He put one hand on the headboard and guided his member to her mouth with the other, leaning on his knees over and above her. “Hermione, my turn, I believe,” Lucius said caressingly.
Hermione really liked his cock, was totally enthralled with it, and leaned forward to kiss the tip. She brought her hands up to hold the shaft while she began licking the head, then she started using the moves he had taught her, tonguing the special sensitive spots under the head, and at the base under his sac, then bringing first one ball, then the other into her mouth and sucking on them.
Lucius let her do that while he watched with narrowed eyes. She was learning very fast to please him, but if he was going to spend time in bed with her, she needed to offer more, just as he would give more. Lucius started moving his hips a little, pushing his penis into her mouth and withdrawing it. She relaxed her lips a little to allow his movement. He took her hands away from his shaft and balls and put them at her side. He took over holding his length to her mouth while, unnoticed by her, he quietly blocked her hands from reaching her face. Lucius wasn’t making any noise, not a single moan to indicate he was almost at the end of his stamina. He tenderly cupped her face in his hands and continued to push his cock into her mouth, then, without warning, he clamped her jaws open with the heels of his hands and started spurting his seed into her mouth.
Hermione immediately tried to bring her hands up to protect herself, but she couldn’t get them past his thighs and arms. She gagged once, trying to spit his seed out, then had to swallow his cum to avoid being drowned in the stuff.
Lucius pulled out of her mouth before he let go of her jaws. He relaxed down on his side of the bed enjoying the afterglow.
“Ptooey! Lucius, that was awful. How could you do that to me?”
“Better check with your little friends. I rather think they all have more skill in the bedroom than you, and tonight’s sex was pretty standard fare. I’m not interested in Muggle hang-ups in my bedroom. Although, if you asked your mother, she might tell you she does that for your father too.”
Hermione gagged again at the thought of her mother and father. Ewww. Stop thinking of them, stop thinking, stop! She glared at Lucius who was nonchalantly pulling the covers up over himself. “I don’t like that, Lucius. I don’t want to do it again.”
“Oh, you will, and often, or you’ll find yourself back in your own room with the once-a-week deposit routine again. I will not go through our marriage being led by your prim notions of what is correct behavior for the bedroom. As you Muggle types so quaintly put it, ‘my way or the flyway’. I give you the same when I lick every nook and cranny between your legs. I only wish for you to return the courtesy. Or would you rather not have my tongue anywhere near your delicious little pussy again?” Lucius paused for effect, “Oh, and you should probably do more research and learn to tell the difference in taste between young seed and OLD seed. If mine is so old it won’t do any good making babies, I might as well spend more of it in your mouth.” Lucius yawned ostentatiously and closed his eyes.
Hermione was extremely put out with her treatment, but when Lucius put it in the context of losing those mind-bending episodes with his tongue, she decided she should possibly reconsider. The stuff didn’t taste that awful, and it had already happened, so she didn’t have to anticipate something that sounded terrible but turned out not to be so bad. She glared at Lucius, knowing she’d been set up. No wonder he was such a dangerous opponent to the Ministry. She had just gained a bit more respect for Harry’s decision to place her in Lucius’ home. Now she had to protect herself physically from him in the bedroom, as well as verbally during the day. Things had just grown more complicated.
“Well?” asked Lucius, not even opening his eyes.
“I’m thinking,” Hermione replied shortly. A few minutes passed and Hermione realized that Lucius had nodded off. Apparently the answer was either not important or it was a foregone conclusion in his mind. Well, hell. She was certainly paying for her nasty comment about his seed being old. She’d made that up just to set him off, but it had backfired rather viciously. Well, he’d started it. Hermione heard herself and ruefully acknowledged that she had acted childishly in retaliation for his bad temper at dinner.
So now the question was - was she so enamored of what his tongue could do, she’d allow him to spurt his seed into her mouth? The only other advantage was that it wouldn’t make her pregnant going down her throat. He would probably want her to swallow his semen sometimes, but not always. He’d likely want to get inside her for the big finish more often than not. Hermione dithered for a while until she realized she had already made up her mind but was trying not to admit it to herself. Okay. If she was going to allow that stuff in her mouth, she was going to do such a good job that he would be at her mercy, sexually. He wouldn’t know what hit him. He’d be panting after her just like a little puppy dog, begging for a treat. She was going to become a siren in bed. That was a surefire way to completely roll up this devious man who by all whispered accounts absolutely reveled in sex. It was his weak point. Time to start studying those graphic sex books much more closely. Hermione calmed down and snuggled in next to her husband, dropping off to sleep immediately, her decision made.
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