The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 3-8-07

Because this is AFF I do try to play to a more wide-ranging palate in the bedroom and I hope you're not completely put off by some of Lucius' more unusual tastes. Don't worry folks, it doesn't get any worse than this as far as nonconsensual sex goes. (Oh, I guess that wasn't very comforting, was it?) What I mean is things will get better for our couple. You all know Hermione is never down for long. Check out my story codes at the entrance to this tale and you'll see what you can expect.

And Citten, I hope you're better now. Food poisoning really hurts.

No real lemons in this chapter, so those of you not fond of anal sex can breathe again. (You might have to hold your breath for chapter sixteen, though. Depends on your type of aversion.)

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Chapter Fifteen


The Color Purple


Hermione awoke early and fuzzily wondered where she was. The throbbing ache in her backside focused her attention and she slowly remembered the previous night’s events - and realized she was still in her husband's bed. She turned to see her blond wizard blissfully asleep on his stomach facing her with his arms and legs thrown out across the bed, while she was all curled up against his middle next to his ribs. He was like a furnace keeping her warm even though all the blankets had been lost over the side of the bed. He must be a restless sleeper with the covers strewn around like this. She sat up and leaned against the headboard trying to ignore the aching twinge in her backside as she settled a pillow behind her back.


Hermione had a lot to think about in her marriage. Her husband had told nothing but the truth; she just stupidly hadn’t asked for details before accepting her role in his bed as a submissive. What other unpleasant experiences could she expect from his jaded repertoire? She had been helpless to avoid the painful domination by her spouse last night. Complete and utter humiliation soaked through her. Was she destined to be nothing more than his captive plaything? Her disappointment was acute.


Lucius had awakened while his wife was sitting up in the bed reliving her upset. He rose and turned toward her, knowing from personal experience what she was going through in the aftermath of her first time as a true, helpless submissive who had received stressful sex. He ran his finger down her soft cheek and lifted her face so he could see into her doe-brown eyes.


“I don’t want you to be upset or embarrassed by last night." Lucius said kindly, trying to explain how much it had meant to him. "You gave me a great gift when you accepted my ...unusual... lovemaking, even though I'm well aware you wouldn’t have been submissive left to your own inclinations. I don’t think I’m wrong if I believe your body at least enjoyed it at the finish and I hope when you lose more of your maidenly reserve, you’ll return the favor.” Lucius could see Hermione didn’t understand. “I enjoy that form of sex too. I’m hoping you’ll do the same for me as I did to you.”


Now Hermione was totally stumped, however, it did take her mind off her own woes briefly. “But, Lucius, how can I?” Hermione blushed bright red, “I mean…well…you know…” She drew herself away from his caressing finger defiantly, “Anyway, certainly not. It was bad enough that you sneaked up on me and did that. It hurt. Terribly! I’m sure you’ve torn something. When you said it wasn’t about missionary sex, I didn’t know you would do that! I’m rethinking the whore idea, believe me.”


At that Lucius’ pale gray eyes faded from warm fog to ice and he put Hermione away from him as he slipped off the bed and stood up, irritatedly swiping his troublesome flaxen tangles behind his shoulders - those same locks that had helped send her up in flames the night before. The dark wizard radiated an imposing attitude of remote superiority and a subtle scorn even though he didn’t have a stitch on, “You’ll need to excuse me, then. Please tell the elves to expect a female after dinner tonight. I’ll make the arrangements with the brothel for one of their girls.” He stalked into his bathroom and slammed the door.


Hermione bit her lip. Her behind was throbbing and she felt betrayed, but she knew she had just cut apart his pride again. She had made her promise to be submissive blindly and she was only now starting to see where that promise was going to lead her. Straight into the bowels of a sexual hell. Well, her bowels, anyway. Hermione snickered and wondered at herself. How could she find anything amusing in being buttfucked?


Her thoughts ticked over, making her reassess what Lucius had done. Was his behavior so very outrageous? Or was it more her naiveté? All she knew for sure was she didn’t want Lucius anywhere near a whore, especially one who would offer him the erotic experiences that Hermione herself was denying him.


Would she have submitted voluntarily to last night’s agenda? As she had promised? She reluctantly conceded to herself, no she would not. She would have denied him what she had promised the minute she was presented with the unfamiliar and scary sexual technique. That didn’t make her feel too good about herself.


Could she do better? She nodded once decisively, slipped off the bed and marched over to the bathroom door flinging it open as she sailed though. Lucius was already in the shower leaning his forehead against the tiles, letting the spray cascade over his head and shoulders; his posture spoke volumes to her of his dejection and it was definitely her fault.


When Lucius heard the door crash open he sighed and looked up expecting to berate an elf for carelessness, but instead he saw his little spitfire wife advancing into the room, sparks flying at him from her hot cocoa eyes. What on earth…?


“First, I need some of that horse liniment for my butt. That’s the least you can do. Then I’m going to make you need the horse liniment. Show me what to do.”


Lucius was slow understanding what his wife wanted. “Show you? Show you what?” He dashed water from his eyes in confusion.


“I’m going to learn to buttfuck you. Do you want it here in the shower or back on the bed? I get to put the cuffs on you if we use the bed. Well?” Hermione stood there impatiently tapping her tiny foot as Lucius picked his jaw up off the floor of the shower.


Was she serious? He wasn’t exactly in the mood, but his mind sorted his options with lightning speed. He’d better get in the mood or he would lose his wife’s cooperation for the future. He looked at the shower stall and decided to do it there. He quickly transfigured a seat from the tile sidewall, then opened the shower door and flicked his hand toward the counter drawers. One of them opened and a somewhat cylindrical object floated into his grasp. “The shower will be perfect.” Lucius intoned in a low, velvety growl. Come in here with me and I’ll show you everything.” He paused, “You’re sure?”


Hermione wasn’t sure at all. The whole idea was scary and rather unpleasant to her, but her marriage was worth this discomfort. “I’m sure. Where’s the horse liniment?”


“It’s in that blue jar on the counter. Bring it here and I’ll apply it for you.”


“No, thanks,” Hermione replied, going straight over to the jar and opening it. She poured some into her hand and only then realized it would be embarrassing to apply it herself while her husband looked on. She huffed in irritation and went over to Lucius, slopping the portion into his waiting hand.


Lucius hid a smile and merely twirled a finger mutely asking her to turn around. When his wife had her back to him he grinned, not catching quickly enough that he was visible in the bathroom mirror. Too late his eyes snapped up to double-check and found himself looking at a baleful glare from an incensed female.


“Precious,” he tried to placate, “you have to admit it’s a little funny. This whole situation is bizarre to say the least. Let me soothe your bum and then you can get started making me want the liniment. That’s what you’d like, isn’t it?” He grabbed her when she started to walk away and hoisted her across his upraised knee. He quickly rubbed his fingers into the valley between her butt cheeks while she squirmed indignantly. But after a few seconds she relaxed with a heartfelt sigh.


When Lucius let her down, she turned on him, “You don’t get to have the liniment for hours and hours after I’m through with you. Not for hours and hours!” Hermione wanted retribution for her evening’s fear and pain. She felt that Lucius could have smeared the stuff on her immediately afterward instead of letting her sleep all night with the residual throb of her poor, stretched ass. She stubbornly refused to acknowledge that they both had fallen asleep too quickly for him to perform that service for her. He should have had the liniment ready at the bedside.


“You’re sounding a little bloodthirsty, aren’t you?” but Lucius meekly acquiesced, not letting Hermione know that for him half the pleasure was the pain. She’d probably find out soon enough from his uncontrolled reactions, but his promise moved her forward into giving him some sexual satisfaction. He was starting to get aroused now by the thought of his wife giving him anal sex. His member was moving upward with his excitement and Hermione would be able to see his anticipation clearly between his legs.


“Next time I want the liniment before you buttfuck me. Oh,” she clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock, “I didn’t mean that. I only meant…I mean...if there ever is a next time and there WON’T be, use the liniment first.” Hermione put her hands on her hips, tapping her foot in irritation and trying to look intimidating, adding a fierce scowl for good measure. Unfortunately, since she was standing there scowling in the nude, the effect was somewhat watered down.


She wasn’t even sure Lucius had heard her; he seemed to be transfixed by her boobs, staring holes in them. “If you’ve lost your eyeballs, I think they’re in my cleavage,” she said sarcastically, but Lucius only grinned at her, finally raising his eyes to her face.


“Precious, you don’t have any cleavage. Not that I’m complaining. You’re perfection as you are. I just enjoy watching your breasts jiggle like you’re doing right now.”


Her eyes shot sparks at his teasing remark as she realized her toe tapping was providing his titty entertainment. Suddenly a lightbulb turned on in Hermione’s head, taking her mind off her unintentional boob show. “Wait here a minute. I’ll be right back.” Hermione ran from the room and reappeared half a minute later with something in her hand. Being a Muggle item, she knew her vibrator was immune to an ‘accio’ command, so she had apparated to her room to get it, but she had also discovered with a slight thrill that apparating in the nude had a bit of a kinky zing to it.


“What is that?” Lucius asked curiously. It looked like a purple cock to him. His little wife had been using more than her hand, it seemed.


“It’s a vibrator. I got it recently but haven’t turned it on yet. I thought I’d christen it in you.” Hermione was looking altogether too smug for his taste.


“And a vibrator...vibrates? How does it do that? Is it bespelled somehow?” The idea was intriguing to Lucius. And exciting. He decided to ignore her air of superiority. “You ‘turn it on’? What does that mean?” Lucius was getting confused. “I would have thought it was supposed to turn you on, if I’m not mistaken about its use.” He smiled lewdly, “You’ve been a little more adventurous than I gave you credit for, Mrs. Malfoy.”


Hermione couldn’t help her faint flush of embarrassment, but she persevered. She was absolutely dancing with excitement at her idea. Now he’d learn what a Muggle invention could do. No magic involved. Her model was brand new and waterproof because she herself liked the shower for her ‘none-on-one’ sex play. She bravely advanced on Lucius armed with her new purple cock and said, “I assume this is similar to what you would need, or is there something I’m not aware of?”


Lucius figured he’d let their marriage settle a lot more before he brought out the strap-on dildo, so he said, “It looks good to me. He sent his own toy back into the bathroom drawer. Can I handle it to see what it’s made of?”


Hermione handed it over, reluctant to relinquish her prize, but amenable to Lucius seeing what was going to go in his butt. At that thought, Hermione came out of the competitive cloud she’d been operating in and woke up to her role in their next encounter. Could she really do that to Lucius? The question leaped out of nowhere, “How did you learn that you liked this form of sex, Lucius?”


He lost some of his smile, turning the purple cock over and over in his hands. “Rather the same way you found out. My first time wasn’t exactly consensual. I’d trusted an older witch and allowed her to cuff me, hands and feet. Face down. I hadn’t signed on as a submissive and it was something of a shock. But I learned I liked it, to my surprise.” Lucius relaxed back against the shower door still fondling the purple cock. “I’m not sure you need to know how I came by each of my sexual preferences. I’ve told you that one, but I’d prefer not playing twenty questions about my sex life before we married, if you don’t mind.”


“Fair enough.” Hermione discovered she didn’t want to think about anyone else giving Lucius anal sex. “So... tell me what to do, Lucius. I’m not that adventurous.”


“One question first. Why is it purple?” Lucius was terribly curious about the color and the material it was made of. The weight and sleek, smooth feel were an unusual combination in his experience.


“It comes in a lot of colors. I just like purple.” She saw him examining it and hefting it and offered, “It’s a material called plastic. You don’t have to worry about water getting on it.”


“If it’s used for what I think it’s used for, I imagine wetness wouldn’t affect it.” Lucius gave Hermione a sardonic look as he handed the vibrator back to her. “If it comes in black, get me one.”


Hermione tried not to think of Lucius using his black vibrator and figured she was never going to stop blushing the whole time she was…oh, dear, Lucius was climbing back into the shower. She may never look at a shower stall the same way again after this. Hermione shivered with trepidation – and the tiniest sliver of excitement.


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Hmmm, a cliffie, kinda. Although it's not like we don't know where this is going.

Your reviews are giving me much food for thought. They help me shape the story, and even rethink some of what I wanted to do. I have been impressed with your insights to our couple and your hopes for their ultimate happiness. Thank you!
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So - what do you think of Hermione's decision? 8-)