Adventurous Hearts: The Temple

CHAPTER 16: Insatiable Hunger







**Stroll with me through the orchard, won’t you?







An hour later…







Hermione couldn’t help but pray that the tapestry behind her back wasn’t authentic as Lucius pressed her against it and drove into her as though trying to force her through the stone wall beneath it. She hung on for dear life as the wizard thrust forcefully into her, his fingers biting into her thighs as he held her up for his fierce possession.





She had been dozing pleasantly in the aftermath of his tender loving when she felt him move off of her. She had opened her eyes to find him standing beside the table drinking from a goblet. She reached for her wand and cast the cleansing spell to rid her body of the evidence of sex before joining him.







“Did you enjoy your little rest?” He asked, handing her a goblet filled with cold water. She drank it quickly before answering.







“I did, thank you.” She answered.









“Good!” Lucius snatched the goblet from her hand and let it fall haphazardly onto the table as he backed her into the wall.







“What are you doing?” She squealed when her back hit the tapestry covered stones and Lucius fell to his knees in front of her. In answer he pulled one thigh up over his shoulder and buried his face between her legs. He licked and sucked at her quim until she was wild for him, her hands tugging at his hair as she writhed against his mouth, hot and aroused to the point she that was insane with want.







Just before she could catapult over the precipice he moved gracefully to his feet and lifted her by the backs of her thighs. Her legs went around him immediately and she reached between them to guide the long column of his erection into her waiting body. She climaxed instantly; her silken sheathe pulsing around him as he thrust through her release hard and fast.







She could do nothing more than hold on as he sought his own release from her body. His heavy breathing and rough groans were accompanied by her breathy sighs and desperate whimpers. His grip on her thighs tightened painfully, bruising her tender flesh as he began to move faster, more erratically than before.





“I’m going to come.” He growled in her ear before slamming home one last time and filling her once more with a low moan against her ear.









Two hours after that.







“Damn it you’re strong.” Lucius growled as Hermione braced her hands on his shoulders for leverage while she rode him with wild abandon while he sat in the large chair before the fireplace. Her fingers were bruising but it was worth it to see her thus, with her head thrown back, the ends of her hair caressing his thighs with every wild undulation of her hips.







He had never had a partner so enthusiastic before. He had had his fair share of decent lovers in his past, but none of them came close to Hermione. Pureblood women were raised from birth, with few exceptions, to know their importance in pureblood society. They were rare, quickly becoming extinct as more and more males were born and married half-bloods or muggleborns. Most of his mistresses, while they had been willing to please him and do whatever it was he wanted, they lacked Hermione’s passion.







They were always so concerned with looking proper; schooling their expressions so that even in the heat of the moment they wouldn’t dare look anything but perfect. Not Hermione, Lucius stared up at her and was stunned by the purity of her expressions. He nearly laughed at the irony. Here he was comparing her to a pureblooded witch when Hermione was probably the purest creature he had ever met. She didn’t seem to be concerned with how she looked, her head tossed back, eyes squeezed tight, bottom lip between her teeth, she was only concerned with how he made her feel and she wasn’t about to apologize for her selfishness. He was completely in awe of that fact as she used his body for her own pleasure. Not that he wasn’t benefiting from it, the beauty of being a wizard he supposed; whatever pleased her was going to please him as well.







“Ouch! You little vixen, that hurts!” He grumbled when her nails bit into shoulder.







“Shut…up!” She said, placing her hand over his mouth as she continued her hot, sweaty ride atop the chatty wizard. His silvery blue eyes were wide as he watched her, he didn’t want to admit to it, but he rather enjoyed the bossy, dominating witch and his arousal was magnified by her aggressiveness. “You talk too much.” She breathed, leaning forward so that their noses brushed. “Less talking, more fucking.”







Lucius growled from behind her hand and began to thrust up into her, his hands clutching her hips as their bodies slapped together noisily. Her sweet little whimpers soon became harsh cries that sounded as though they were being ripped from her throat. She was lost to him when her orgasm came at her full force. With one hand clasped over his mouth she slid the other into his hair and yanked his head back hard as she convulsed in his lap.







“Gods damn it!” He shouted, his neck arching violently from her sharp tug, the shock of the pain combined with the greedy sucking of her sex had him shooting violently within her again and again until he slumped in the chair, completely spent. “You play rough.” He groused, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head.







“You loved it.” She laughed breathlessly, falling against his chest. She didn’t see the confirming smirk on his face.









Another hour later…







Hermione lay sprawled on her stomach on the bed; she was tired, sweaty and thirsty. Her hair was tangled hopelessly and already she was beginning to feel the ache of overused muscles. She groaned and stared across the room at the pitcher and goblet on the table. She was so tired, she had spent the last half hour staring up at the canopy watching Lucius’s gorgeous backside flex as he plunged into her body. When they had both reached a sweet, rather calm release comparatively, they had rolled apart, the room too hot for cuddling.





She heard Lucius moving behind her and she slowly began to move towards the edge of the bed.







“Where do you think you are going?” He was suddenly stretched out on top of her, his front to her back.







“I need water.” She said wearily as he pushed her hair aside and began to nibble the back of her neck.







“Accio goblet.” He held his hand up and caught the goblet without spilling a drop of the water inside. He handed it too her and continued to nibble at her neck and shoulders while she drank. She reached out to place it on the bedside table but dropped it when she felt a pair of strong arms slide beneath her and she was rolled over.







“Merlin, Lucius!” She exclaimed as she looked up to see her reflection in the mirror over head.





“You spent our last little interlude watching my arse in the mirror, now I want to watch too.” He whispered as he adjusted her over him. Her feet were flat on the bed on either side of his, her legs splayed wide. She could see his hands moving over her breasts, caressing them and plucking at the nipples.





She watched as he held her tight, his arms curled up and his hands clutching her shoulders as he began sliding his cock in and out of her glistening pink folds. They both watched, completely mesmerized by the sight of his flesh disappearing within hers, shining with her slick cream every time he withdrew. It didn’t take long for them both to find their release, spurred on by the erotic picture they made.









Yet another few hours later…







Hermione clutched the side of the large, wooden tub to keep from sliding beneath the water and to her ultimate death. Lucius was bent over her back, his hands folded over the tops of hers as he panted against her shoulder. He groaned and withdrew from her slowly, settling back against the tub and pulling her with him.







“That totally defeated the purpose of the bath.” She grumbled.







“I didn’t hear you complaining when you were coming.” He said wearily.







“I don’t think you could have heard me over your own bellowing.” She said, sighing as the hot water eased her tired and aching muscles. She felt the vibrations of his laughter before she heard the light chuckle. She liked hearing his laugh.







“I think we should get out before we drown.” He said, giving her a nudge. She stood up, cursing in protest as he wrapped a large bath sheet around her and lifted her out of the enormous tub.







She made her way to the bed and dropped the covering before climbing onto the mattress.







“Wait.” She heard Lucius approaching her as she knelt on the side of the bed. He ran his hands over her back, the soft curves of her bottom. She nearly purred, probably would have if she hadn’t been so tired. “You have the most beautiful bottom I have ever seen.” He said low. She felt him running light kisses over each cheek, his hands kneading the twin moons gently.







“Oh my god!” She lunged forward when she felt the wet swipe of his tongue between her cheeks. She rolled on to her back and stared up at him in shock. “What do you think you’re doing?”







Lucius leered at her as he reached out and wrapped his fingers around her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the bed, her thighs open and him standing between. It was a high bed and he smiled when he looked down and realized he was in the perfect position for what he had in mind.







“I want you…” He said, grabbing her legs behind the knee lifting them up and pushing them back. He brought his hand down and lightly stroked his finger over the tiny rosette of her anus. “here.”







“I’ve never….I mean…..I don’t know if I would like that.” She stammered. Lucius reached for the basket on the nightstand and snatched the bottle of lubricant. He pulled the cork with his teeth and poured a little into his hand and between the cheeks of her bottom.







“You won’t know until you try it.” He said. “Hold your legs.”







She grasped the backs of her thighs nervously. She was unsure, but curious, and he was right, she would never know unless she tried it. If she didn’t like it she could always make him stop and she never had to do it again.







“Please be gentle, don’t hurt me…” She whispered. Lucius fairly shook with excitement at her consent.







“I promise, I have no desire to hurt you.” He whispered, rubbing the lubricant over his first two fingers. “I’m going to go slow…prepare you first.” He pressed his middle finger against her and pressed gently. She gasped at the shock of the strange invasion. “Don’t tighten up, relax and trust me not to hurt you.” He pushed his finger into her slowly, mindful of her reactions so he could slow when needed and let her get accustomed to this unfamiliar penetration.







He couldn’t believe he was hard again but he was, hard and aching, eager to take her, to be the first. He slid his index finger alongside the first, soothing her when she whimpered at the stretching, slightly burning sensation as he stroked her, trying to accustom her to the feel of the penetration, to ready her for his cock.







He withdrew his fingers and poured more of the lubricant into his palm. Hermione watched him stroke his erection, oiling the tumescent length liberally.





“Are you ready?” He asked, pressing the tip of his shaft against her. “Now is the time to say nay if you wish to stop.”







“I…I’m r-ready.” She said, steeling herself for the pain.







“Relax, it will hurt less.” He said, pressing forward slowly. He placed his hands on her knees and pushed her legs as far back as he could. She grabbed his wrists, squeezing tight as he forced through the tight ring of muscle, the burning pressure making her whimper and her eyes water. “Just a little more.” He said, gritting his teeth against the tight, nearly painful grip of her body.







“Lucius…it hurts…” She whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes and rolling down her temples into her hair.







“I’m in now….shush, don’t cry…just wait, get used to me.” He reached out and wiped away her tears, holding himself still inside her. He brought his hand down, his palm resting on her pelvis, this thumb snaking through her folds to find the small pearl of her clit. He began rotating his thumb, stimulating her, arousing her until her mind became focused on her pleasure, not the man buried to the hilt in her backside.







He felt her relax and when the first little moan escaped her lips he pulled back slowly and thrust forward. She shrieked, her fingers tightening on his wrists. Their eyes met and locked, his thumb continuing to worry the tiny bundle of nerves while he slowly thrust in and out of her tight, anal passage.







“Lucius?” She groaned his name; unsure of what she was feeling, needing him to anchor her somehow.







“It’s better now, isn’t it?” He saw her nod slightly. “You feel so good, Hermione…damn it feels amazing.” He groaned. He hadn’t engaged in anal sex a lot previously, but the few times he had he had enjoyed it immensely. With the current witch he was in absolute heaven.







He closed his eyes, stroking her with his thumb on her clit and his cock in her ass, lost in the pleasure of taking her where no other man had been before him. His eyes widened when she bucked suddenly and a reedy cry slipped through her lips. She tightened around him rhythmically and he wasn’t prepared, within seconds he was coming inside her.









Another few hours after that...





“So help me god, Lucius, come near me with that thing again and I’ll cut it off! When will that blasted potion wear off?” Hermione grumbled, shifting away from the hand on her shoulder.







“I couldn’t if I wanted to; I’m shooting dust at this point.” He said, rolling her on to her back and pointing towards the door in the wall. “Freedom has arrived.” He said, yawning and stretching. His whole body ached, but he wasn’t about to complain. “Oh, and Hermione….”







“What?” She grouched, yawning and sitting up to lean tiredly against the headboard.







“I never took a potion.” He smirked.









“You never took a…you didn’t take the stamina potion?” She asked incredulously.







“Didn’t need to.” He laughed.







“Merlin, I was right, you are over sexed! How old are you?” She asked suddenly.







“I am fifty-three.” He said, scratching his abdomen distractedly.







“Good grief, fifty-three and shagging with the energy of a teenage boy.” She shook her head and yawned again.







“Well, I had a lot of time to make up for.” He said, shoving back the sheet. “Come on, Hermione, I don’t want to stay here any longer than we have to.” He said.







They dressed in silence, neither sure what to say. Outside the real world waited, their lives waited, a new life for Lucius. When they were presentable they stepped through the door and into the hallway that days prior had almost killed them. The tall columns of stone that had shot up from the floor were gone and only a smooth surface for them to walk on remained.







At the end of the hall the entrance was still sealed off. Torches were lit along the corridor to light their way. Hermione stopped and stared at the etching that had caught her eye upon entry, the one that had imprisoned them with a touch.





“Do NOT touch anything.” Lucius said, taking her hand in his. They were both moving slowly, their bodies aching, their energy sapped. Hermione laughed softly, then groaned when it caused the muscles in her stomach to ache.







A parchment fluttered to the floor before them, Lucius winced as he bent down to retrieve it.







Sweet lovers so weary, tired and sore,

You made a good showing, I couldn’t have asked for more.







Much as I’d love to keep you here,

Your freedom, as promised, is oh so near.







I ask of my lovers one last favor,

A memory of sorts for me to savor.







To open that door and see the sky,

All I ask is for you to kiss each other goodbye.







Lucius folded the parchment and put it into his pocket. He tilted her chin up and stared into her eyes for several long moments.







“This isn’t goodbye.” He whispered. “So don’t even think of trying to push me away.” He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers for several long moments until the sound of stone sliding on stone pulled them apart.













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