The Radiant

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Ginny blinked her eyes open.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Quite.”

His voice was as strained as hers, and she knew that he was feeling exactly as she did – very, very sore. She was on her stomach, and as Ginny turned over onto her side, she winced so violently that tears were brought to her eyes. There was dried come on her inner thighs and all along her fingertips – some in her hair, too, by the feel of it. There was stubble-burn along her thighs and jaw, and down her neck. As Ginny looked down her body beneath the sheet, she noted numerous bite marks and bruises – mostly from Lucius’ mouth but some from his fingers. Her nipples were dark pink and – she didn’t even want to explore between her legs.

Lucius had been a fury last night – utterly unstoppable. He had taken her again and again, using his mouth and hands when he had been recovering, twisting her into unholy positions. He had held her to the bed, had made her beg him to stop, had made her beg him to never stop – Ginny brushed her fingertips between her legs and cried out.

She turned over to look at him. His hair was snarled around his face, pink stripes from her nails down one of his cheeks and the side of his neck. His lips were dark and chapped – she had bitten him. His morning stubble was pronounced.

“Oh, god.” She buried her face in a pillow.

“I know.” He pushed himself into a sitting position, and as the sheet fell away Ginny saw her own bite marks layered across his shoulders and stomach. “I hurt.”

“You were –” She felt herself blush. He reached over to finger at the dried semen in her hair, smirking.

“I know. Are you sore?” She glared at him. “Very sore?” He bent over and sucked lightly at the side of her neck. “I’m not sorry.” He pushed off the bed, loping over to the washroom.


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Ginny pushed the door of the bathroom open and watched as Lucius’ blurred figurine moved fluidly behind the glass of the shower. She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling the pow-pow tattoo of her heart underneath her forearms.

He looked over at her, and she could just make his eyes out through the heat fog from the warm water.

“Are you going to come in or just stand and watch?”

“Maybe I’ll just stand and watch.”

Lucius made a tsking sound and resumed soaping his thighs, moving almost gingerly when he bent down to clean around his kneecaps.

Ginny slid into the shower so quickly that the cold air barely had time to collide with the warm air. He straightened up but didn’t turn around, still continuing to lather his upper thighs and stomach, his back to her.

“Lucius.”

Her voice was a croon, a beautiful thing. When he turned to face her, she uncharacteristically and warmly slipped herself into his arms, and he rested his cheek upon the top of her head, the wet red hair cradling him, the beat of the shower sluicing down their bodies.

“Turn around” Her soft voice broke the reverie. “I’ll wash your hair.”

He shot her an unintelligible look before turning, exposing his broad back to her once more, and Ginny reached up the grab at the shampoo, feeling it cool and heavy and creamy in the palm of her hand before reaching up –

“You’re too tall, Lucius.”

He stunned her when he wordlessly bent to his knees in front of her, still facing away from her body, and slightly inclined his head back toward her chest. Ginny couldn’t believe that Lucius Malfoy was on his knees before her, but she spent few seconds mulling it over and instead lifted the heavy mass of his hair with her free hand, pulling her fingers through it repeatedly until she saw the incline of his shoulders relax and loosen.

She lathered his hair carefully, watching as the soap fluffed up into creamy bubbles, running her fingers strongly along the skin of his scalp.

Lucius let out a low moan.

“Too firm?”

He shook his head.

“No – no. It’s good. It feels good.”

“Good.” She kneaded at him methodically, working the lather down to the ends of his hair, focusing around his ears and the front of his hair. She watched as her hands moved through the slicked light strands, the soap oozing up from between her fingers, white and thick.

“Rinse.”

He stood, turning to face her, tilting his head back to let the water begin to wash away the suds.

That was when Ginny slid to her own knees in front of him. With his head leaned back and his eyes closed, he didn’t notice the change in her position. When she wrapped her lips around the head of his penis and sucked lightly, he did, however, realize what she was doing.

“Fuck –” Ginny looked up at him from below. “Christ. Christ – I’m sore.”

She released him long enough to answer. “I’ll be gentle.” Running her tongue firmly up and down the sides of his length, she maintained eye contact with him. “You realize that this is one of the only things we haven’t done – that you haven’t let me do yet?”

“It’s –” Ginny slid him back into her mouth and reached a hand up to cup his testicles, pulling at them gently and feeling his knees flex almost imperceptibly in reaction. “It’s startlingly intimate – for me.” She slipped him back into her mouth as far as she could, feeling him nudge against the back of her throat, and he swore under his breath. When she slipped him out from between her wet lips, silvery strings of saliva trailed between them.

“How long has it been?” Her words were slightly garbled.

“Too long.” Lucius exhaled and looked down at her. “Take me in your mouth again.” His hands went to her head, gnarling in her hair, and Ginny laughed and then allowed him to push her forward, sucking the ridged top of his cock between her lips, gripping the base of him firmly as she began a firm, wet rhythm, the tight circle of her right hand sliding along what she could not take all the way into her mouth. Boldly, she reached her left hand up to tug at his testicles again and Lucius thrust violently into her mouth, making her eyes water. She did not mind. “Again.” His voice was tense and deep and she pulled again at his scrotum before pulling him out of her mouth completely and sucking all the way down his length to bat at his testicles with the flat, hot part of her tongue.

“Fuck, yes.” As his scrotum tightened with the pleasure of it, Ginny sucked each of the heavy balls into her mouth completely, letting each one warm against her tongue, covering them with her saliva. He exhaled then, petting absentmindedly against the back of her head. “Good.” His voice was nearly crooning. “Yes.” She continue to play with his testicles, bestowing minutes and minutes of attention on them, languidly stroking at his length with one hand as she did, letting her fingers twirl around the swollen head. She traced the seam along the middle of his sac with the tip of her tongue and felt his thighs twitch. She pressed the strong, nimble fingertips of one hand against his perineum, stimulating the lethargic nerve-endings there, and he swore, repeatedly, under his breath.

“Enough.” She looked up at Lucius. He was leaning back against the shower’s tiled wall, his mouth pressed into a line, his breath coming hard through his nose, his length heavy and hot and angry in her hand.

“Tell me what you like, Lucius.” Her voice was earnest. “I want to do for you what you do for me, and I can do that best if you tell me exactly what to do.” She smiled.

“Back in your mouth. As far as you can.” The two of them began a slick routine, Lucius directing her to his distinct preferences and Ginny complying as best she could, sliding him as far back in her throat as she could without gagging, running her fingernails up and down his legs as she sucked firmly on him, scraping her teeth gently against the ridges of his crown.

“Faster.” She complied, saliva dripping down her chin, mingling with the water of the shower, still beating hot down on them, Lucius with his knees slightly bent, thrusting firmly into her mouth as she knelt deferentially before him, her lips parted and compliant. She moaned softly around her mouthful and smiled as best as she could up at him, and his back bowed.

“Ginevra – God – God –” The rest of his words were lost into the spray of the shower as his thighs tensed, his head falling back, a deep groan rent from him, and Ginny pulled up off of his cock just far enough to catch the hot, thick spurts of semen that shot from him. His come was on her tongue and dripping from the corners of her mouth, and she looked up at him, her lips open, showing him that she accepted the offering, the hot and viscous fluid in her mouth, and as he gasped – only briefly, only so softly – she swallowed it, her tongue swiping at the stray rivulets around her chin.

“It’s good.” She remained on her knees, looking up at him.

Lucius suddenly and unexpectedly dropped to his knees, breathing heavily, pulling her to his chest and kissing her, the taste of him mixing and swimming between their mouths.


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As they sat, leaning against the shower wall, still face-up under the now cooling water, she turned to him.

“We have to leave.”

He looked at her, understanding. The world would not stand still for their relationship any longer. It was time to go back to England.

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my serious apologies to any readers i have - this past month has been busy enough, but these past few weeks have been taxing - dealing with some things out of my control and doing a lot of weird crying. i churned out a chapter for you so that you wouldn't think that i had abandoned this. you guys keep me going! read on.