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A/N: Thanks all, your reviews make my sad pathetic days LOL Severus will be coming for another of his visits soon.....and yes, Lucius will become aquainted with fast food LOL



This is actually turning into a longer story than I thought originally, funny how the blonde hunk gets inside your head and refuses to leave isnt it?















CHAPTER 17: As Requested





Hermione put the last of her new lingerie into the lavender scented drawers of her bureau. She never dreamed that she would one day own enough expensive nightgowns to require an entire bureau to hold them all. The fact that she didn’t need that many gowns had been lost on her husband. Lucius had wanted her to have them and would not take no for an answer. He was incredibly indulgent, a trait that she realized she would have to come to terms with eventually, but she was still uncomfortable with him spending so much money on her.



She stared down at the copper colored concoction spread across her bed and smiled. She couldn’t fault his taste. Everything he had chosen was beautiful, perfect for her coloring and exquisitely made. She almost wondered if he had made a habit of buying lingerie for women in the past. She went into her bathroom and took a quick shower and brushed her teeth before changing into the shimmering slip of a gown. It was short, only reaching to mid thigh, with a low cut back and thin straps.





She smiled at her reflection, Lucius had chosen well, it looked good on her and she could admit that readily. She just hoped Lucius liked it as well.



The door between their rooms wasn’t closed all the way. She no longer slept in her bed, preferring now to sleep with Lucius. Her rooms were basically a closet, used only to keep her clothes and personal belongings in. She pushed the door the rest of the way open and walked into Lucius’s room.



He was sitting in the large leather chair before the fire in his robe, his ankles crossed atop the ottoman with leather slippers on his feet. He was staring into the fire as he swirled his fire-whiskey in his glass. He glanced up when he heard her enter, a slight smile gracing his lips.



“You look lovely.” He said as she approached. Hermione draped herself across his lap, her arms going around his shoulders as she buried her face in his neck. She loved the way he smelled, slightly spicy with a hint of vanilla.



“Thank you. Are you well tonight?” She asked, snuggling further into his chest. Lucius set his glass aside then reached between them and untied his robe, then pulled the sides away to wrap them around her as she nestled into his lap.



“I am well, and you are cold. Why didn’t you wear your robe?” He asked, kissing her forehead.



“Because I knew you would be warm, and I would rather be wrapped around you.” She said softly, kissing his neck and kneading his shoulders.



“You are rather flirtatious today, darling. Your boldness surprises me.” He said, toying with the thick rope of her braid.



“Are you offended?” She asked.



“No. I just wonder sometimes where it comes from, you didn’t even like me before we were forced to wed.”



“I don’t know. The longer we are together, the more I get to know you, the more I like you, and the more brazen I feel.” She was kissing his shoulders and chest between words.



“And just how brazen are we feeling tonight?” He was smoothing his hand up and down her back.



“How brazen would you like me?” She chuckled.



“If I recall, you did request a lesson.” Hermione gasped and looked up at Lucius. “Are you interested?” She pursed her lips slightly, as if she had to think about whether or not she wanted to taste every inch of this delicious man.



“Where do I begin?” She asked.



“I know you like to touch, to explore….so why don’t we just begin there, and we’ll see what happens.” Her fingers were stroking the back of his neck, sending little shivers down his spine. With a wave of his hand he stoked the fire, even in the summer; things could get a bit cold and drafty in the old manor home.



Hermione pushed his robe back and off of his shoulders. She smoothed her hands over the silky skin and hard muscle. She loved looking at him, she loved to touch him. She let her fingers drift across the smooth expanse of his chest, skating lightly over his flat male nipples. He inhaled sharply, so she did it again, watching in fascination as they drew tight and hardened, just as her own did when Lucius stroked her.



Feeling bold, she leaned forward and licked the nipple softly, smiling when he jumped a bit. So, Lucius liked it as well as she did. She realized that other than allowing her to touch him that first time, Lucius had in fact controlled and directed their lovemaking every time. She knew little about what actually pleased him. She began to feel slightly guilty, and determined to explore him more thoroughly. Hell, she read Cosmo, she had read all the tips and suggestions, and she understood the ins and outs in theory if not in practice.



Hermione opened her lips around his nipple and sucked gently. She could feel his hand come to the back of her head and raked her teeth lightly across it.



“Damn.” He swore softly. She was experimenting, and doing a damned fine job of unraveling his control. He placed wet, open mouthed kisses over his chest as she moved to the other nipple and toyed with it the same as she had the other one.



Hermione slid from his lap slowly. Lucius clasped her shoulders and stalled her for a moment.



“Hold on.” He accio’d a small throw pillow from the bed and tossed it to the floor between his feet. “I want you to kneel on the pillow.” He directed softly. She loved to hear his voice deepen when he became aroused. She did as he bade and slid slowly to her knees between his feet. She hadn’t noticed until that moment that he had been completely naked beneath his robe.



“What would you have me do now….master.” She could see the brief flash of heat in his eyes, and the slight lift at the corner of his mouth. She was teasing when she said it, but she had no idea just how that one simple word affected him when it slipped past her lips.



“I want you to do what pleases you….for now.” Lucius placed his hands on the arms of the chair and reclined slightly, looking rather like a sultan awaiting his concubine’s attentions.



Hermione leaned forward between his open legs and began to kiss and lick over his abdomen, tracing every defined ripple with her tongue. She pulled back to look at the hard, thick column of flesh between his thighs. He was hard, the plum shaped tip of him flushed rosy and leaking tiny drops of cloudy fluid. She wrapped one small hand around him and slid it slowly up and down his steely length. She could feel him pulsing within her grasp and felt empowered. With her other hand she cupped and kneaded his testicles gently. She remembered something she had read and boldly slid her fingers back and beneath his sack, massaging the smooth skin of his perineum.



“You do learn quickly.” Lucius said, his eyes hooded and slightly glazed.



“Can I….I mean….what is off limits?” Her fingers were massaging gently over the sensitive stretch of skin while the other continued the slow, steady pumping of his cock. Lucius knew what his curious little bride was asking and smiled, she was bolder than he had given her credit for.



“Nothing is off limits, darling. I am a bit surprised that you know of such things, but pleased none the less. Just tread carefully; I would not like to be injured.” He said.



Hermione stared at him for a moment, then slid her hand between her thighs and pressed her fingers into her own aroused flesh, coating her fingers with her cream. Lucius jumped slightly when she pressed her slick fingers against his anus, then slowly inside. The fact that she had used her body’s own lubrication to ease her way was almost more than he could endure.



“That’s good….” He groaned. “Now take me in your mouth.” He cupped his hands along the side of her face and pulled her closer. She opened her mouth and slid her lips over the flushed and swollen head of his cock. Lucius was breathing heavily at the feel of her hot little mouth around him and her delicate little fingers toying with his ass. “Use your tongue…press it up against the bottom…..fuck, that’s it!” He was thrusting slowly between her lips, his fingers caressing the sides of her face. “Press your fingers up….that’s it….suck harder….” Gods he had never imagined she would be so good. “So fucking good….harder….that’s it…” She brushed her teeth gently over the tip while her fist tightened around the base. “Damn….” She pressed up and into the firm, walnut shaped spot inside him. “Pull off now…” Hermione lifted her head and watched in fascination as ribbons of sticky, white fluid began to spill from the tip of his cock as she continued to stroke her hand over him. The thick jets of fluid landed on her breasts, gown, and slowly trickled over her hand.



Lucius was breathing heavily, his head resting against the back of the chair, eyes closed as his fingers continued to stroke the side of her face. He opened his eyes slowly and stared down at her. She was sitting there with her hands resting on his knees, staring up at him. He smiled, and leaned forward to kiss her.



“You never fail to amaze me, darling. That was….inspiring.” He kissed her again and pulled her to her feet, tugging her along behind him to his bathroom. He turned on the shower and dropped his robe before turning to face her.



“You ruined my gown Lucius.” She pouted as Lucius slid the straps of the soiled garment off of her arms and let it fall to the floor and pool around her feet.



“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you ten more to replace it. Next time, however, I won’t be so polite and I will fill your sweet little mouth with my come instead.” He said, lifting her into his arms and carrying her into the steamy shower. “Now I want to know where you learned that little trick, I didn’t even consider teaching you that for awhile yet.” He asked as he pulled her beneath the hot spray of the multi head shower.



“Cosmo.” She said as he slid her down the front of his body and onto her feet.



“Who is he?” Lucius asked, he could feel the jealousy edging in and it made him uncomfortable.



“Not a who, it’s a what. It’s a muggle women’s magazine, it has fashion and sex advice in it.” She felt slightly giddy at the idea that Lucius was jealous of another man.



“Well, then I suppose I should be grateful that you are such a bookworm. What else have you been reading up on?” He reached for a bottle of shower gel and began to wash her gently as she did the same for him.



“There was an entire section on different positions last month….” She stopped as Lucius’s fingers slid between the cheeks of her backside, stroking gently.



“Don’t worry, darling. We won’t go there just yet. But you should get use to the idea, because eventually, I will have you in every way imaginable, and probably a few that you haven’t even thought possible.” He made sure they were both rinsed completely, turned off the water and cast a drying spell over them both. He cupped her bottom in his hands and lifted, her legs instinctively went around his waist and her arms around his neck as he carried her into the bedroom, kissing her as they went.



His tongue played with hers, dueling fiercely as her little fingers tunneled through his hair. He laid her back on the bed so that only her shoulders and head touched the mattress. He maintained his intense grip on her bottom as he pressed his cock into her dripping entrance.



“Lucius!” Hermione reached for his arms as he began thrusting inside her, but the angle of her body prevented her from it and she had no choice but to let her arms fall to the bed above her head. She was clutching the coverlet as he stood by the bed and slammed into her over and over again, hard and fast as her body bowed and shook with the intensity of his taking.



He slid one arm beneath her waist to support her so he could use his other hand to stroke her breasts and belly as he thrust into her. She was so wet and tight that he was gritting his teeth to keep from spilling inside her too soon. Over and over again he pistoned his cock inside her, his soft moans and grunts were drowned out by her own intense cries and shouts of pleasure.



“OH GOD LUCIUS!” She screamed when his thumb slid down between her folds and stroked over her clit, sending her over the edge into her orgasm. He couldn’t fight against the tight, clasping pulses of her channel and with a harsh groan, he spilled his seed inside her, slumping forward, his fists on the mattress.



“Damn.” He swore softly. He pushed forward with his hips, still buried tight inside her, and slid her across the coverlet as he lay fully atop her. She whimpered softly when she felt the pressure of him pushing deeper.



“No more of you will fit inside me Lucius.” She groaned, slightly breathless as she wrapped her arms around her sweating husband and held him close. He chuckled softly against her ear.



“I needed to move you, and I wasn’t ready to leave just yet.” He kissed the side of her neck and nuzzled her ear with his nose. “What we have here, it’s good between us Hermione, and it’s rare to find that.”



“I know, although I think I may expire from the pleasure before we make it to our first anniversary.” She smiled, hugging him tight. “I’ll bet you are glad you didn’t kill me now, aren’t you.” Lucius couldn’t help but laugh.



“I have never been so thrilled with my failures.”