The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 3-11-07

The reviews are so amazing! I'm a very lucky author to have your support.

Now Lucius in PINK. Oh I could go for that. You did mean pink 'skin' didn't you, Gaps? And thank you for the long analysis. I'm still waiting on the further adventures of Sheryl in your fic, "Heaviest Burden of All" in Lucius/OFC. If you can write such a thoughtful review, you can work up another chapter in your story. (makes shooing motion with hands)

You all know I love the Lucius Malfoy character, but I'm not blind to his many glaring faults. And I don't think Hermione is either. Equals colliding - that's how I see them.

And apologies to all for the cliffhanger. See? You've only suffered for a few days, not a few weeks or months. I'm not as cruel as Lucius. And so saying...

Lucius Lemon ahead!!
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Chapter Sixteen


Hermione’s New Skill

“Are you coming, Miss Submissive?” Lucius was desperately trying not to laugh at her dismay. He wanted her participation and he was getting aroused again after being sidetracked by his wife’s new device. He didn’t want to scare her away now! He started the water again, making it just warm enough to be pleasant for them both, then stood under the spray wetting his hair again, hurriedly soaping and rinsing his hair and body before asking Hermione to grab a certain small jar and bring it into the shower.


Hermione dawdled slowly over to the bathroom counter and checked her teeth and hair in the mirror, putting off her promise for a few more seconds, but her delaying strategy only unnerved her more. She dragged in a fortifying breath of feeble courage and finally retrieved the small jar, bringing it with her as she stepped into the shower with her husband. She looked anywhere but at him as she handed over the jar. The purple cock was clutched so tightly in her other hand that it almost looked like she wanted to club him with it.


Lucius took the jar and carefully put it on a side shelf with the shampoo, then he pulled Hermione over to him wrapping his arms around her; he began kissing her while he lifted her and rubbed and squeezed her derriere, crushing her mound into his erection. He whispered gently to her, “Precious, if you don’t wish to do this, I’ll understand. Maybe in a few months when you’re more comfortable with me and our marriage. I won’t hold you to your promise this time, if you wish.”


Hermione loved his kissing. He was able to make her into one large erogenous zone with that talented tongue of his. She drew more courage from the rapturous feelings he so effortlessly created and tried to say convincingly, “Hah! You’re not getting away that easily, Mr. Death Eater. I’ve said I will and I will. Now tell me what to do.”


Inside, she was a mass of confusion and doubt at her new role, not to mention desperately squeamish at the thought of what she’d decided to do to him, but she’d never been one to back down from a daunting obstacle and she wasn’t going to start now. How bad could it be, if it was something he had done, probably many times before? It also worried her that she might really hurt him, being a tyro, but apparently he wasn’t worried or he wouldn’t be allowing this. Her husband had certainly scared and upset and hurt her, but he was right, it had been discomfort, not danger. She still wanted retribution, just not damage. Now why had she volunteered for this? Lucius’ slight, hopeful smile answered that question.


Lucius threw a couple of sponges onto the floor and knelt down on them to save his knees a bit. He leaned his elbows on the transfigured low bench he’d drawn out from the tiled wall, replying, “Put some of the unguent from the jar onto your toy and spread more on my backside where your toy will go. The unguent will ease the entry. I don’t need the same lotion I used on you. I can relax my muscles on my own.”


Hermione put unguent on her purple tool and hesitantly wiped some across his anus, feeling her face flame with embarrassment, but she did it anyway.


Lucius instructed, “You can start by reaching around and stroking my cock. It gets me more aroused and that will help me accept your purple toy. He smiled reassuringly at her and waited for her to start.


It was a much simpler move to pet his cock and Hermione gladly fondled his member, sliding her hand along his turgid length and squeezing it at the tip, then gliding down again and rubbing his sac.


Lucius’ breath hitched with the salacious sensation of Hermione’s sliding little hand and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning in his low timbre at her delicious, titillating clasp, mindlessly tilting his hips in time to her fingers’ pressure.


Hermione had to smile even though she was embarrassed by what she had to do. Silent sex had never been Lucius’ forte.


His head hung between his arms as he delighted in the sensations on his penis and balls. Then surprisingly, he felt a small touch on his bum, and Hermione began to fondle his butt cheeks with the vibrator, getting closer and closer to the center of his hopes. He sucked in a breath, trying to restrain his harsh desires and crooned quietly, “Perfect, precious, I love what you’re doing. Please fuck me, precious, I want it. Oh, Gods, I want it.” Lucius’ voice deepened at the end as he beseeched his wife; Hermione was encouraged by his obvious anticipation.


She was getting aroused herself, and vaguely began to understand what the perpetrator could get out of buttfucking someone. She daringly put the end of the vibrator to his anus and grimaced, but began pushing the softly pointed end into her husband. Instantly, he pushed back against the purple plastic and she was encouraged to insert it more firmly, withdrawing her hand from his fleshy tool to get more leverage on the plastic cock.


“Oh, precious, that’s so good, so good, please, push more, I want more. Fuck me hard, precious.” Lucius sighed with pleasure as he took over slowly cosseting his own shaft, “More, deeper!” He paused, desperately sucking in air, “Al…most…ah… at the good spot…ah, ah, yessss.” He groaned with intense gratification, showing an absolute gluttony for the purple cock as it continued to find its way into his body. He tossed his head up, throwing his water-darkened hair over his back, spraying Hermione with the drops.


When Hermione had several inches embedded in her husband, she decided it was time to give him a surprise. She smiled wickedly and switched the toggle to ‘On’. Payback time.


“Shite! Precious! What the hell?” Lucius bellowed, nearly expiring on the spot. His first frightened instinct was to escape the overwhelming sensations buried deep inside him, and he nearly rammed his head into the wall tiles, but a few seconds of those intense pulses assailing his nerve endings quickly changed his mind. “My Gods!” He grabbed his own erection more firmly and pumped it hard, desperately trying to give his body the added stimulus that he needed to offset the shocking, sublime reverberations in his butt.


Hermione pulled his hand away and replaced it with hers again, treating his cock to the same firm strokes he’d been punishing himself with. She was so hot for him she was nearly ready to use her hand on herself. She watched as he moaned and hissed and cried out in his extreme beguilement with her purple accessory. She held the vibrator firmly in his ass, rotating it a little as she leaned over his back and continued to ply his cock from tip to root, until she felt Lucius go absolutely still for a couple of seconds – then he went wild!


Lucius shuddered all over and roared his release, bucking against her confining handful of cock until she finally let go of his rod and slipped the vibrator out of him. He went limp at the bottom of the shower, leaning into a corner, trying to bring his breathing under control and his heartbeat down from the triple time it was beating somewhere up in his throat.


Hermione sat down with him and they both silently lifted their faces to the warm water, letting it cool down their heated blood for minutes on end. Finally Lucius reached over and took her hand in his, “Thank you.” He said simply, his appreciation sincere. “Your purple device is amazing. So that's a Muggle product?” He stopped talking briefly to drag in some more air to his starving lungs. “I may have been a little hasty in decrying their kind if they can invent such a fascinating device. But you might have warned me.”


“Like you warned me?” Hermione asked, all innocence. “Anyway, I did warn you, Lucius. Remember? I said it was a vibrator.” Her smile was definitely smug, now.


“Touché,” he groaned. “I apologize, precious. Last night wasn’t well done of me. I knew you'd be mad. No more surprises. I’ll spell out beforehand what I’d like to do next time, but it will still be my choice. Are we even?” Lucius smiled tiredly and got up, reaching down to offer Hermione a hand up too.


“For now,” she allowed magnanimously, letting her husband pull her to her feet before she preceded him out of the shower.


He turned off the water and emerged, “Accio towels!” Two large, fluffy gray towels swept from the cupboard and Lucius gave one to his little witch-wife, drying himself off hurriedly and spelling their tresses dry.


Hermione still wanted Lucius to hurt in his butt like she had, maybe just a little. It would only be fair, she thought. She wasn’t sure how she was feeling after participating in that shower fuck with Lucius. At first it had been weird and a little shocking, but it soon became unbearably erotic, making her so tuned in to her husband’s body, so much more aware of his potent masculinity, that she wanted nothing more than to jump him. How odd that buttfucking her mate made him more electrifying as a sex partner. Once again Hermione realized that Lucius really knew his area of expertise and she had discounted him. Maybe someday she’d actually absorb the fact that he not only knew finances, he knew sex. “Well, Lucius, do you need any liniment?”


Lucius began to get a second wind and he gave his wife a cheeky grin with definite undertones of guile, “Oh, ah, yes, indeed, uh, OUCH, OUCH, the pain is unbelievable. If I don’t have that liniment soon, I’ll probably have to lie down to recover. Want to lie down with me? Just to enjoy my suffering, of course.”


Hermione looked at him in confusion. He was ready to go again? She looked down and saw that he was more than ready again. She looked back up at him and smiled slowly. “Yes sir, I would love to see you ‘suffering’. I do think I could see it best from underneath you.”


Lucius contentedly smiled his agreement and companionably settled his arm around his wife’s shoulders hugging her against him, ruffling her hair and looking down at her with eyes still glowing from his purple toy experience, “Did you enjoy scaring me with your Muggle toy, Madam Bloodthirsty?”


Hermione beamed shamelessly up at her vicious Death Eater, “Oh, yes! Very much! Did you enjoy scaring me last night?” she challenged, but saw his head rear back in surprise and an uncharacteristic uncertainty steal into his features as he attempted to analyze her words.


“What? I…I’m not sure. I don’t think so. I don’t think I really thought at all about scaring you, so much as making sure my sovereignty held by exerting it, plus I just wanted you that way. I knew that form of sex would make you angry, but scaring you…? When I was held down by that witch I was livid, but not frightened. It didn’t occur to me you would be scared –, hurting some, yes, just like with the spanking, but not scared. I promised I wouldn’t put you in danger, precious.” To Lucius that meant she was safe and it would have been illogical for her to be scared. She had never been truly scared of her spanking, merely reluctant, in his eyes.


Hermione had already had her very satisfying payback and was quite amenable to listening to her husband’s view of the evening before. She was very glad now that she had decided to let him explain, because his perception of the previous night was one she hadn’t thought of. She kept quiet hoping he would continue talking.


“You were in a roaring temper about Adria, but you sounded ferocious, not fearful. I didn’t mean to make you afraid of me.” He turned her in his arms to face her, attempting to plead his sincerity. “Making you afraid of me would be incredibly stupid on my part. I would never want you to refuse to come to my bedroom. I admit I didn’t mind if you were angry with me, but if you were frightened, I do apologize for that too.” Lucius drew his fingers slowly down Hermione’s soft pink cheek seeking to emphasize his earnest regret.


Lucius tucked her under his arm again and turned her toward the bedroom, holding his breath that she wouldn’t balk. “I suppose I can be rather overbearing at times,” he smiled down at her in relief when she easily started walking with him. “Mine is not a meek personality but then neither is yours, precious. I think that’s why it didn’t occur to me that you might be afraid.


“Perhaps I shouldn’t say this,” he went on, “but having you willing to provide me with the same… ah…unusual… type of sex in return, especially if you were frightened by it last night, makes it…,” he paused, trying to get his words right, “so extraordinary… I’m not explaining it well…” he paused in bewilderment at his unaccustomed loss of vocabulary, “but I do thank you, precious.”


Hermione merely nodded her head, a little flustered at his obvious appreciation validated by his warm, foggy-color eyes. Now she REALLY didn’t want to think about who else might have provided him with anal sex in the past. She also had some important things to consider - later.”


As they retreated to Lucius’ bedroom in total accord, only one word floated back. “…MISSIONARY!” Submissive Hermione had disappeared again.

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When Lucius returned from a solitary lunch that afternoon, rather missing his wife who had gone out again with Ginny, he found a large pile of parchments crowding each other off the side of his oak desk; a few had tumbled to the floor. Lucius bent and picked one up, unrolling it to see several recent transactions for the stables. Checking others, he saw those were also estate accounts. Was Hermione relinquishing those duties back onto his shoulders?


Lucius tidied away the documents into cubbyholes beside his desk only to find a flattened parchment on the bottom of the pile. He quickly read it over and his eyebrows nearly flew off the top of his forehead in shock. Hermione had signed over the entire Malfoy fortune, releasing it back to him and retaining only a wife’s portion for herself. He signed the document to complete it, and had an elf return it to her bedroom to do with as she wished. Record it – or not.


Neither of them thereafter said a word about the resettling of the fortune, but several days later Gringott’s sent Lucius an owl acknowledging his authority over his entire fortune. Hermione did tacitly keep half of the estate; as his wife he wanted her to have it. He did worry that her letting go of the money, which he knew wasn’t that important to her, meant that she was distancing herself from him.

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Author's LONG Note:

Hi folks – I know Lucius stepped outside your comfort zone for some of you and you have no sympathy for him because he’s landed soft next to what could have happened (Azkaban for life or even a death sentence – hmmm, does the magic community have the death penalty? Don’t remember any reference in canon…but I suppose I can make up whatever I like as the author here… [grin])


Snape himself even told Lucius he’d landed soft in the first chapter and Lucius knows it on one level. But this is a very arrogant, domineering, powerful wizard whose total background has always been wealthy, socially elite Pureblood. He has been raised as one of the highest echelon ‘beautiful people’ of his world and actually had that beaten into him by his own father.


Lucius POV is NOT that he has it cushy and has been very lucky in escaping Azkaban. That’s many readers’ POV about Lucius. His POV is that he HATES that he should be grateful for being caged and made penniless by those he considers inferior. But he’s also very smart and knows he’s lost all his power – his old way of life is gone forever. He’s now trying to come to terms with it in the person of a tiny Mudblood witch. And for the first time in his life, excluding Snape, he vaguely senses that maybe she sees more in him than anyone else ever has - sadly, including himself.

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Did Lucius get what he deserved or are you more bloodthirsty than Hermione was? Reviews always welcome!