The legacy of the Diary

Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan

Chapter 16 – Lucius Returns

The longer she looked at the bottle, the more she began to wonder. What had happened last time she had felt this oil on her skin? She had had visions of Lucius making love to her. He hadn’t been there, only Severus. But she had had champagne and the surroundings had been incredibly seductive – maybe it had been her imagination after all?

Ok – but what if it wasn’t that? What if it was the oil? There was only one way to find out! No-one was here, she would just try it. Nobody need ever know about this, it wouldn’t hurt anyone – or do any harm. It was just oil after all and who knows it might even ease her muscles and help her to sleep.

She hesitated again.

Finally, grasping the bottle firmly she pulled out the stopper, setting it down on the bedside table. Next she poured a pool of oil into one hand before placing the bottle on the table next to it’s stopper.

She could already feel a warm tingle starting in her hand and spreading up her arm. She transferred some of the oil to her other hand and the sensations moved too.

Hermione was almost trembling with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation, as, still sitting upright, almost in the lotus position, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and reached each hand up to the opposite shoulder. She began by smoothing the oil in a circular motion over each gently curving, toned shoulder…

The transformation was swift and unexpected, like apparating or using a portkey for the first time. Her insides lurched as she felt warmth on her shoulders. Instantly her hands and arms totally relaxed and she could feel them down by her side. Yet, somehow she could still feel oiled hands massaging her shoulders then sliding the oil down her arms and back up again in one fluid movement. The hands seemed stronger than her own and she sighed as they found the knots in her shoulders. She felt fingers slide up to the top of each shoulder and up onto the back her neck. Strong thumbs, pushing, circling and kneading either side of her spine. She began to feel dizzy, not sure whether it was the scent of the oil or the delicious pressure on her neck. The thumbs pushed up into her hairline then down again, the fingers releasing the tension in her shoulders, tired from having been hunched over a desk, marking essays.

Then, the hands slid over the top of her shoulders, down the front of her neck and collar bone and down onto her breasts. The musky aromatic oil relaxed her completely – she breathed in deeply and the scent of the oil was joined by another familiar scent as she felt first a gentle brushing kiss on her cheek, then hair that was not her own, fall onto her shoulders.

Her body flinched with surprise as she felt a warm, naked body come closer to her and press against her back. She became aware of knees pushing against her buttocks on either side, a firm torso pushed against hers, a head of silky hair against her neck, soft lips covering her collar bone with butterfly kisses and all the time, strong arms around her, the hands moulding and kneading her swelling breasts. It was although someone had wrapped her from behind in a warm blanket. A naked, human blanket. A Lucius blanket. She sighed and let herself go with it.

She could feel his chest rise and fall behind her as he knelt. She realised her breathing was in time with his, a synchronous rhythm that was gradually accelerating. His hands left her breasts and began to roam over her body, her waist, abdomen, along each thigh and back again. She felt herself relax further, reclining onto the naked flesh behind her, letting him take her weight and making his reach round and over her body easier.

She could feel his hair and breath soft on her face as his arms reached forwards, once again, pushing up and down her thighs then drawing tiny circles on her inner thighs making her want to giggle. He wrapped both arms round her tightly, his body shuddering in laughter with her as he hugged her tightly to his chest. The laughter stopped and purposefully he reached down, both hands seeking her already open and inviting sex as her legs, already opened by the posture of being crosslegged, opened even further, her knees dropping to each side. She moaned softly, partly from his touch and partly as an invitation for him not to stop but to go further.

She could feel her breathing, now heavy and ragged and gasped as a finger slipped easily between her legs, emphasising her arousal. The finger began circular motions on her sensitive clitoris while the other hand snaked down even further and she felt first one then two dextrous fingers slip inside her. She let out a muffled cry in response to the intrusion then her breathing became panting and her moans soft as the slow and gentle manipulation continued.

His pace seemed maddeningly slow and she moved her hips to his rhythm to intensify her pleasure. “shhhh…” Was the only response she got – no words. She wanted so badly to turn around right now and kiss him to look into those eyes, taste those lips, that tongue, feel the eager mouth on hers but most of all to look into those eyes. She knew it was him but she wanted to see for sure – could she? Did it work like that? Or would he disappear like he had when she had woken herself by calling his name when she had been with Severus?

Her eyes seemed glued shut but she couldn’t tell whether that was outside forces, or her own will not wanting this moment to end. She put the thought out of her mind, concentrating on the exquisite feelings and arching her back, relaxing into him, moaning softly as he continued to stroke and tease her womanhood, driving her to the brink of release, then stopping and changing his movements and rhythms.

As though he had sensed her earlier thoughts of kissing him, he began to plant kisses on her neck, working his way up to her jaw. She tipped her head back and sideways almost to face him. His mouth found hers, his tongue circling her tongue in exact time with his finger on the quivering bud of flesh between her legs. Pleasure seemed to grow from each touch like two tidal waves coursing through her body and crashing together in her core. She began to shudder and the hands withdrew leaving her balancing on a precipice of a climax so powerful she could feel screams welling inside her. She flung her arms back over her head in frustration and desire, feeling the wizard lying beneath her twitch his fully aroused manhood at the feeling of her squirms. He caught her wrists in his hands before they managed to encircle his head and as her back arched with the gushing pleasure he slipped from beneath her, letting her fall backwards onto the soft sheets and pillows below.

She could feel the sheen of sweat over her body and the warm bed beneath her as powerful hands wrapped her wrists with something long and soft, gentle at first then firm as her hands were bound tightly and lay above her head almost touching the headboard. She lay trembling with excitement, she was bound, blindfolded by her own will and her body screamed for the full release that had not yet come.

For a second she felt alone, she could not sense his presence and a chill ran through her. Where was he? Had he gone? Should she open her eyes? The chill rose to a panic but was then quelled as a hungry mouth descended on her right nipple, sucking and almost chewing, pulling it to it’s fullest extent then releasing. He was now as passionate as he had been gentle before. The fervent mouth was followed by a sharp slap on the same breast making the nipple tingle and sting and driving sensations throughout her body. Her back arched again, her arms straining against the binding ribbon. She longed to take control, to bring herself to her waiting climax or to grasp her lover and pull him onto her.

He left her breast and she felt hands sliding down over her, mingling the oil and perspiration over her writhing body, every now and then his head stooping to take a mouthful of flesh, sucking, biting and teasing. She felt him withdraw again but this time there was no panic just a feeling of exquisite expectation. It was less than a few seconds before she felt his hands again, this time on her ankles.

His hands ran languidly up each leg until he reached the knees where he paused to draw her legs apart even further and position himself between them. His head lowered and she felt hair fall onto her thigh as his lips kissed her wildly pulsating groin. It was the only word she had spoken all evening and was barely a whisper, “please…” then she gasped and screwed her eyes together tightly, praying that he wasn’t gone.

His lips were no longer there but, yes the hands were there still – they had slipped up onto her thighs. Suddenly and sharply they were pulled away and she sighed in resignation at what she had done.

But almost as suddenly, they were back, hooked under her knees and lifting, roughly. A silky voice punctuated the silence “I like it when you beg…very well…” She opened her mouth to answer but was forced into silence as the hands holding her knees roughly jerked her legs upwards, placing them over the wizard’s shoulders.

She could feel the long tresses on the inside of her legs as hands brutally grasped the flesh on her thighs and lifted her clear of the bed. Balancing now on her back and shoulders, hands straining against her bindings and fingertips pushing up against the carved mahogany of her bed head, she braced herself.

Though not unexpected the first thrust still took her by surprise and she cried out as he pushed himself inside her, filling her waiting body. His hands held each buttock, squeezing, twisting and hurting but she swallowed the pain, turning it to intense pleasure. His thrusts continued, wild and animal like it had been last time. But this time she was determined nothing would intrude on their pleasure and she concentrated every fibre of her being into the sensations flooding her body. Each thrust melting their bodies together, their groans in unison, their pleasure reaching new heights of awakening.

It was becoming almost unbearable, she could feel him deep inside her, his nails digging into her flesh. Finally she could hold back no longer as exquisite waves of orgasm wracked her body, arching and twisting it, hands straining at her bonds, tied arms thrashing. A second later she felt his own body shudder and as with one voice they cried out their release.

As her cries died down she was aware once again of the smooth white cotton sheets beneath her and now, it seemed, covering her too. She felt her head sinking heavily into the soft feather pillow and blackness closing in as she drifted off to sleep. Everything was perfect, every care washed away. She was oblivious to the fact that she was curled up, arms hugging herself, completely alone in her bed.

On the floor a crystal bottle lay on one side, its remaining contents seeping slowly into the patterned rug.