The Radiant

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They finally stood at the ruins of the temple of Apollo two days later. Ginny had to press her hand to her breast in order to catch her breath from the beauty of it – but not just the beauty. There was such an inherent, fantastic magic and energy that surrounded the place that she was nearly immobilized by it.

Lucius stood leonine and tall beside her, quietly observing the scene before him.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Ginny nodded.


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They walked the ruins slowly, not touching each other but simply observing. Ginny darted sidelong glances at Lucius, noting the way the waning sun hit off of his aquiline face, casting his eyes in orange light. She was happy to be here, yes, but she was happier that she was here with him. The ruins were exquisite but they were gone – Lucius, however, was here, burgeoning, corporeal.

Ginny reached over and lightly clasped his wrist, bringing it to her mouth and kissing the inside of it. He looked slightly askance at her, surprised at her boldness. He didn’t say anything, however, and they ended up sitting near the Sibyl rock outcropping, watching the late sun shimmer red.

Ginny felt lovely and new. There was a pleasant energy thrumming through her body, and she wanted to tap into the vitality of the place she was in, of the faint connections that were starting to show between her and Lucius, lines of fire that bound them to each other –

Standing, she bent her body, lying down on the sun-warmed ground, feeling every part of herself press into the dirt, the dust, the hot stone beneath her.

“Ginevra.” Lucius’ voice was irritated. “What are you doing? Get up. You look like a five-year old child.”

She laughed at him and Lucius frowned even further.

“Don’t be a sanctimonious old prig!”

“Feel it.” She closed her eyes and let the sun beat down on her face, untying her hair and letting the loops of red mingle with the warm brown of the dust. “Stop being such a stodgy fart and feel this.” She kept her eyes closed against the orange intrusion of the sun and against Lucius’ inevitable aggravated face. She kept her eyes closed and simply focused, running her fingertips lightly over the ground beneath her. From somewhere above her, she heard Lucius sigh impatiently, and her hand flew out in the direction she thought him to be, grabbing his ankle and yanking – hard.

She was too fast for him. Lucius fell forward onto his hands and knees and even though her eyes were still closed she could hear the grunt of pain and anger that came from him.

But she was no longer concentrating on the man beside her and was instead lying quietly.

“You’re lucky there aren’t any goddamned people around. Muggles especially.” He was nearly snarling but she noted that his voice was still on her level – he had not stood back up.

“Just lie down on your back, Lucius.”

There was silence from beside her for a moment and then she heard him creak and shift, and then she sensed him beside her, lying down too.

“You are insane.”

“Can you feel it?”

“This is incredibly stupid.”

“Maybe if you stopped being a stubborn old thing, you could feel the fantastic thrum of energy here.”

“Stop calling me old.”

“Well, has your age prevented you from being able to tap into the natural wellsprings of inherent earth magic?” He sighed beside her.

“No. I can feel it.”

She reached out to hold his hand, and his fingers curled around hers.

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They arrived back at the villa dusty and hot.

“Thank you, you sweet man.” Lucius’ eyebrows shot up.

“Sweet?”

“You brought me to a place I wanted to reach.” She wasn’t sure anymore what they were talking about – Delphi, yes, but she felt more, more inside of her, welling out –

Ginny lunged upwards and kissed him – hard – both of her hands on his face. She was erratic, breaking away from his mouth, licking wetly across the line of his jaw and the corners of his mouth, biting at his lush lower lip.

He was still for a moment and then she felt his decision thrum through his body, as if the act of coming down to her level at the ruins had galvanized him, pushed him to the choice. His hands came around her and as he pushed his groin against her, already hot and erect, she knew that he was not going to wait any longer.

She gasped into him, struggling for breath as he pushed her back up into the bedroom wall, harshly yanking her hair back with one hand, trailing cruel incisors down her neck, leaving red and pink blushing wakes behind him.

“Lucius…”

“No. Shut up. You have teased me for too long.” Her head flung back at his callous words and when she did so he began to place rhythmic and even, hard bites down the lines of her neck, layering the rings of teethmarks overtop of the welts that he had just made. One of his hands grabbed at her wrists, his long fingers easily gathering both of her hands into one of his own, and he pulled her arms over her head, pinioning them to the wall. She didn’t try to pull her arms away, awarding him this small battle for supremacy.

He pulled back to look at her, keeping his face simple inches away from hers, his mouth on line with hers but not near – she lunged forward to try and kiss him but he placed a hand over her entire chin and shoved her head back into the wall. Ginny snarled from behind his hand, darting her tongue out, licking his palm first and then attempting to bite his skin. He laughed at her and took his hand away, shoving it down her pants and into her underwear, forcing his way between her legs.

Lucius slipped two fingers into her and Ginny was no longer interested in fighting him for dominance. Instead, she choked out a moan as he moved his index and middle finger inside of her, and as her body began to loosen against him, he released her wrists, moving his hand from her arms to her neck, firmly holding her throat.

She stared at him, fearless and impertinent, even as he curled his fingers towards his own body, pressing resolutely and tightly against her muscular inner walls, fingertips palpating the raised spot inside of her. Ginny struggled to breathe evenly but refused to show any pleasure.

Lucius added a third finger and shifted his body weight, heaving a broad thigh between her legs, the transfer of position allowing him to press inside of her with more force, more load, more purpose, more heat –

Ginny saw white and red spots pirouette and parade across her eyes, even with them open and staring, and she cried out as her legs buckled, falling propped onto his leg and body, Lucius released her neck and pulled his hand out of her pants, deftly and furiously unbuttoning them, pulling off her belt, pulling off his own clothes as he hefted her onto the bed.

He was fast – on top of her before she could speak, layers and miles of heated skin pressed into her body, settling his tense legs between her opened ones, and she couldn’t complain, couldn’t harp, didn’t want to, felt herself breathe as he ran hot dry palms up her thighs, also reverently, and as he pushed into her, both of them sighing at the warm wet, she wound her arms around his neck.

As soon as Lucius was inside of her, Ginny sensed the difference. She watched as his eyes slipped shut as his hips started to move, and she ignored her self-protecting instinct as she began to venerate his face with light touches of her mouth. She traced the lines at the corners of his eyes, the prominent crease between his eyes that reminded her of how difficult it had been for him at times, the sloping of his eyebrows, the gnashing line of jaw.

As she did so, Lucius made a sound that Ginny had never heard him make before – a choking, sobbing heave of a gasp, a grinding cry, a sigh, a relieving of an onus, and then he tucked his head down, burying his face into her neck, continuing the steady, deep pace of his hips, and she understood then – only then – then – that something inside of Lucius had to break, that he would never be whole, that she could only help him so much, go so far, and if she stopped the hunt for perfect, for domestic, they could survive, be together, be a semblance of happy, of hot and wonderful, of radiant.

Ginny nodded, blistering tracks of tears running down her face, wetting his shoulders, her mouth open and dry, cracked with breathing.

“Yes –”

Her word – was it her word, was it his, had they swapped it soundlessly between mouths – was low and breathed and that was when he reared back up, running his hands up both sides of her face, holding her head in place. Ginny slid her hands down from his neck, frantically trying to touch every inch of skin, not entirely sure when this had turned so frenetic, so damned frenzied, but she was enveloped in the Dionysian maelstrom of it, bucking against him, grabbing handfuls of his skin, digging her nails in. She reached down to cup his buttocks in her palms, clenching at him mindlessly, her fingertips delving into the crack between, plying his skin, feathering the tight ring of muscle –

Lucius growled as she did this, grabbing at her arms and yanking them away from his rear, and she felt him swell and twitch within her and knew that he was so close to coming.

He ran his thumbs over the tear-lines on her face, sucking the salty water off of his own fingers, keeping his hands there, on her face, watching her as they moved together, toward one goal. Ginny smiled and then blinked away the tears and brought her hands up to his face, pressing her fingers on his mouth

“You are so beautiful.” Her words made him speed up, the sound of flesh creating their own drumming beat, the radiant percussion, and he threw his head back, his hair a bizarre, gorgeous halo, his mouth open and roaring, and as he came, he bent back down and kissed her, crying out into her mouth – imparting into her and onto her his burdens, pain, doubts, life.

Ginny’s back arced and she ground against him, coming in sharp surges, her arms and legs locked around his body, holding him down to her. As her body roiled with the last shocks of orgasm, he fell down onto her, still inside of her, and she ran her fingers through his wet, matted hair. His entire weight was on her and it felt exquisite, lulling. Ginny blew cool jets of air across the damp shells of his ears, the moist hair at his temples. She could feel his mouth sucking soft and hot at her shoulders. When he shifted slightly, their bodies sounded slick.

“Thank you.” His words were quiet and he didn’t pull out of her as he slipped into sleep, her fingers still working through his hair, her legs cradling his body. As Ginny drifted off, she marveled at the fact that the ruins had paled so much in comparison to this, the man on top and inside of her, the present life.

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When she woke up, Lucius was still on top of her and inside of her. Wincing slightly, she straightened her legs, still keeping him balanced within the cradle of her hips but allowing her stiff muscles to lengthen. Mindlessly, she ran her hands up and down the length of his back, kneading at him.

“That feels nice.” His voice was muffled, his face pressed into the mattress beside her ear. Ginny scooped a hand through his hair, pulling it away from the back of his neck. “Hmm.” Lucius sighed tunelessly and then straightened his arms, lifting his torso off of her. “Christ.”

“Sore?”

“Understatement. Fuck. I’m still inside you.” Lucius pulled out of her and her body jittered uncontrollably, her thighs shaking. “Are you alright?” He rolled over onto his back beside her and Ginny moved closer to him, sliding one of her legs between his.

“Yes.”

They lay for a while, watching the watery light slide in from beneath the curtains, Lucius stroking patterns on the skin of her shoulders with his thumb, Ginny resting her head against his chest.

“You make me very happy as well.” His voice was tired but sated and Ginny smiled against him. “I can feel you smiling.”

“Good.” She bit at his skin, her hands wandering down his body.

“Naughty.” She grinned up at him, cupping his testicles in her hand and pulling gently. His jaw tightened. “Very naughty.” When she began to slip her fingers behind his testicles he snarled a little. “Very, very naughty. Turn over.”

“What?”

“Turn over.” Ginny stared at him for a moment until Lucius disengaged her hands from his body and rolled her onto her stomach, coming behind her and pulling back on her thighs so she reared up onto all fours. “Good view.”

“Rude.” Ginny bent her head and rested the top of it on the bedclothes as his hands systematically squeezed at the ripe flesh of her buttocks. He was just feeling her, exploring her curves and her skin, gripping her, holding her proprietarily.

“What was it you said to me, Ginevra?” He was hard now and she could feel him against her, hovering between her legs, the heat palpable. “Do you like to fuck from behind?” She didn’t make a sound as he roughly kneed her legs farther apart and wound his hands in her hair, holding her immobile. “I suppose we will find out.”

With one swift movement of his hips he was inside of her fully and Ginny cried out, unable to turn around to see him because of the extremely tight grip he had in her hair. He began to move slowly and meaningfully, hitting deep but not hitting hard.

“You’re extremely wet.”

“Stop sounding so – conversational!” Her voice was strained. Lucius laughed and one of his hands unwound from her hair and smacked her hard, open-palmed, on her right buttock.

“Behave.”

“Please – ” Ginny tried to move back against him, to make him speed up.

“No.”

“Please!” He was still slowly pushing into her, not giving her the necessary friction. “Please, Lucius. God, please.”

“No – consider this payback.” Ginny moaned and closed her eyes. Sadistic bastard.

Finally he began to increase his pace, the heavy pendulum of his scrotum hitting between her legs as his thrusts gained speed. Ginny made a garbled sound as he placed one broad palm between her shoulderblades and pushed down, forcing her torso to the sheets. He hefted her bottom higher and all of a sudden he was perfect – the thrusts were right there, right amazing, and she tried to instinctually close her legs because she wasn’t sure that she could handle the electric searing of pleasure that was rocketing through her again and again.

“Keep them open.” The hand that was not in her hair was shoved between her thighs, wrenching her legs back apart. “Don’t you fucking move.” His hand cam back to her waist, the thumb tracing between her buttocks, around the circle of her anus, and Ginny cried out.

“Oh, Lucius.” The two breathy, mindless words were all that she could manage. He seemed to appreciate them as she felt his hand in her hair curl and the hand at her hip tighten.

“Who do you belong to?” His voice was strained.

“You!” She would answer him anything, anything, if he just kept moving like that, like that –

“Say it. Say it. Say my name. Say my name.” He was nearly chanting, barking in time with his thrusts, and she couldn’t deny him that, even as she reached a hand around to touch herself between her legs, to increase everything –

“Lucius. Lucius. Yours!” – and here he struck incredibly deep and her body jerked – “Lucius! Lucius! Lucius – yours! Oh –” Her mouth fell open as she came, silently, unable to make any sounds as her body coiled and then thrashed uncontrollably, and he had to hold her to the mattress with his strong arms in order to keep her from hurting herself or him, and as he lay his weight on top of her, pinning her, she could feel him come inside of her, thick and hot jets of semen that she couldn’t even hold, so much of it that it dripped out of her, down him, onto the sheets below her –

Ginny’s body slowly stopped its shuddering and she collapse fully onto the mattress. Lucius lay on top of her, immobile for a moment, not even willing to pull out of her. She could feel the thick wetness between her legs and tried to rub her thighs together to feel it more. He made a groaning sound above her and, using her hair as leverage, craned her head back, kissing her wetly and sloppily from behind her.

When he released her, she lay her cheek down on the linens, closing her eyes, and he withdrew from her, but stayed above her body on all fours, licking wetly down her spine.

“Don’t go to sleep.”

“Why?” She opened her eyes to look at him and saw that he was nearly hard again. “Again?”

He laughed lowly and bit at her shoulder. When he spoke, it was right in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t scream anymore.” Ginny’s snarl of appreciation was absorbed by him as he held her wrists and kissed her.


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