Lights of Questionable Faith

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Sorry for the time between updates. It has been an unconscionably long time. In my defense, I have been having issues with medications. Due to that and not having internet for the week of Christmas, stories have been neglected. I will reply to y'all nex' chapter.

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The next month was relatively blissful and quiet. Hermione and Lucius made love a few times. And Mr. Malfoy was not around. She found time to talk to Draco and Severus about her concerns. Lucius had been nervous of her meeting with Severus and Draco. But Hermione gently reminded him of her vow of fidelity, and he relaxed but still kissed her before she took tea with them.

Lucius stood and held Hermione’s chair out as she took a seat after returning from the lavatory.

“Did you have fun with me today?”

“There are very few times I can think when I didn’t have fun with you,” Hermione said. “I had a lot of fun today.”

“I did too,” Lucius said, scooting her chair in and pulling his around so he was sitting at her side.

She smiled at him and placed a hand on his thigh.

Lucius panted a bit. She was touching him. He reached over and put a hand on her neck. He drew her close looking at her lips.

“You’re wonderful to me, Hermione,” Lucius said, staring at her lips before dropping his hand.

Hermione smiled at him and petted his leg. It seemed to keep Lucius there.

“What was your first marriage like Lucius?” Hermione asked.

“Narcissa was mean to me. She told me that I was mad and should be locked up. She threatened to leave me when Draco was a baby, and she said she would take Draco. That was when I let her know she would never take my son from me. I stopped letting her even hold him. She didn’t see him again until he was five. I kept him with me everywhere I went. No one will ever take my child from me.”

“That’s awful,” Hermione said, draping her arms around him. “Was it always bad?”

“Yes, she would hit me. Well, the other me. You’ve met him. He didn’t like that she hurt me. He beat her back. He is the one who wouldn’t let me have another baby with that crazy lady. I want another child Hermione.”

“I know,” Hermione said, “But I really would like to wait a little longer. I promise that we will have a baby. I really would like two children. I don’t know about more than that. I was hoping for one boy and one girl at least though. I’m open to having more as long as we talk it through.”

“Baby,” Lucius said, and he was smiling widely. He lifted her hand and kissed it.

Hermione smiled at him and held his hand to her chest.

Lucius’ fingers twitched a little just to brush the perfect swells. His eyes watched where his hand was, and he grew a goofy smile on his face.

“Why don’t we head for home, dear?” Hermione said, lifting his hand and kissing it.

Lucius smiled and agreed as he took her hand. He left a generous tip for the waiter and led Hermione on his arm from the establishment.

They walked out into the cool night air and apparated.

“I’m going to turn in for the night, Lucius,” Hermione said when they landed on the front porch.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Lucius asked, hugging her.

“I think we should sleep apart tonight. After all, we’ve spent the whole day together.”

“She’s abandoning us!”

“She is, isn’t she? She doesn’t want to be with me. I just want to sleep!”

“Yes, I won’t let her leave us.”

“I want to stay with her.”

Mr. Malfoy just grinned.

“I think you will stay with me, Hermione,” Mr. Malfoy said, grabbing her arm as she started up the steps.

“Here you are,” Hermione said, reaching a hand up to Mr. Malfoy’s cheek.

“You will come to my bed, Hermione.”

Hermione pulled her arm free of his pinching grip.

Mr. Malfoy lunged at her. But Hermione had already wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Who are you?” she asked, petting his hair.

Mr. Malfoy relaxed. If she would be a good female…

“Come with me,” Hermione said, sliding her hand down his arm and taking his hand.

Mr. Malfoy stared at her hand as it held his. What was her game? Women didn’t love him. Narcissa had always slapped and beat at him. That was why he had to hit her. She was mean even to innocent little Lucius. Evil creature. And this one standing in front of him, this one ran away before.

“Where are we going?” Mr. Malfoy demanded, clinging to her hand to be sure she couldn’t pull free.

Hermione just squeezed his hand back and pulled him to his room.

“We’re going to rest,” Hermione said, pulling him into the room.

Slowly she slipped off the simple grey outer robe he’d worn that day and helped him take off the black silk shirt. She slipped his black trousers down and removed his shoes. She dressed him in green silk pajamas before helping him to bed.

Mr. Malfoy growled at her as she got him comfortable. She petted his face. She kissed his forehead before straightening up.

“You’re staying with me,” Mr. Malfoy snarled.

“Yes,” Hermione said, trailing her hands over his arms as she spoke to the volatile creature. “I’m just going to run to the loo; I’ll be back in a minute.”

Mr. Malfoy glared at her as she walked into the lavatory. She better be back in two minutes, or he would break the door down.

Mr. Malfoy stared at the clock as the second-hand ticked about the circumference of it. He frowned as it approached one minute and forty-five seconds. Mr. Malfoy snarled and sat up.

The door opened at one minute and fifty-two seconds.

Mr. Malfoy’s jaw opened at what he saw. His pupils widened.

Hermione leaned on the frame of the door. She was wearing a Slytherin green silk nightgown with silver beading on the left slit of the leg. It hit her at the high middle thigh. She smiled at the way he was staring at her as she sashayed across the room to climb on the bed at the foot. She crawled up to him. The front of the nightie fell open enough that he could see both of her breasts. He whimpered, and he reached for her. Hermione just smiled at him.

“Is this alright?” Hermione asked, twirling around in a circle on her knees before Mr. Malfoy put a hand on her side.

“You’re gorgeous,” Mr. Malfoy said, leaning forward and moving his hand up and down. He bit his lip as he stared at her.

“She is my Hermione!”

“Shut up you little baby!” Mr. Malfoy snarled at Lucius. “I have a right to her as well. She is wanton for having a real man.”

Hermione slid her hands up around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

Mr. Malfoy groaned and shoved his hips close making sure she felt the organ that was swelling for her. She whimpered and slipped her hands around to play with the collar of his pajamas playfully undoing buttons a few at a time while watching her husband’s face.

Mr. Malfoy growled when Hermione’s hand slunk through the top to caress his bare skin.

“Tell me that you love me,” Mr. Malfoy said, picking her up and lowering them onto the bed.

Hermione stroked the smooth skin of the blond’s chest. Mr. Malfoy grabbed his shirt and ripped it scattering the buttons as he sought skin and skin contact with the female under him. It was about time she showed some respect and gratitude to him.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his torso and began to kiss every inch of Mr. Malfoy. It was imperative that both of her handsome husband’s personalities love her and trust her. And this one hadn’t been around for the last few weeks. The one she was kissing and cuddling now did not love her, much less trust her. And he was the dangerous personality that was paranoid.

“I love Lucius Malfoy,” Hermione whispered, threading her fingers through the butterfly wing soft and delicate hair. “He was always good to me.”

“You’re mine, no matter what,” Mr. Malfoy hissed, burying his nose in her hair as he thrust a finger into Hermione.

Hermione buckled against him whimpering in pain.

Mr. Malfoy looked upset at her pained whimpers.

“You’re alright,” he whispered, petting her face and moving his fingers in her wet pussy.

Hermione gasped trying to shift closer to his palm.

“You startled me, Love,” she whispered, moving her own hand to cup his heavy balls after baring them to her hands.

Mr. Malfoy thrust his hips hard into her hands and almost collapsed as she massaged him firmly moaning herself at the satiny feel of the skin there.

Mr. Malfoy rolled off her and tugged her between his legs.

Hermione ran her hands over her breasts and squeezed them before Mr. Malfoy’s eyes. Mr. Malfoy’s jaw dropped, and he reached for her breasts. Hermione knocked his hands away playfully pouting her lips.

“I want to tease you,” Hermione said before lightly dragging her nails down the man’s chest.

Mr. Malfoy groaned and stared at the white trails on his skin. He moved his hands to grab her breasts again whining in protest as they were knocked away.

“I’m going to make it my ride, my way,” Hermione said, crawling onto Mr. Malfoy’s stomach.

He growled at the wetness he could feel leaking from her body, wetness caused by his fingers shoving into her, by desire for him. He moved a hand toward her breasts.

Hermione frowned at his obsession with fondling her. She grabbed his wand which had been lain on the bedside table. She lifted his wrists one at a time and tapped them with the wand so they were bound to the headboard.

Mr. Malfoy snarled and tugged at the bonds which only tightened so he couldn’t free himself as Hermione kissed his chest and tweaked his nipples.

Mr. Malfoy’s jaw dropped as he tried to touch her.

“I’m going to satisfy you, Lucius Malfoy,” Hermione said, and her eyes hooded as her pupils dilated. “You will have to beg me for it though.”

“A Malfoy never begs!” Mr. Malfoy asserted. “You will satisfy me as I demand it.”

“You are in no position to make demands of me, my sensual husband,” Hermione said, nipping the soft skin enough to leave slight pink marks for no more than a few minutes.

Mr. Malfoy arched under her as she sat up and removed her night gown. He stared at her body with eyes glazed as he stared at her round breasts with their powder pink hardening nipples.

“You will suck on me, Wife,” Mr. Malfoy growled, trying to shove his cock against the little witch who had mounted his body.

“You will beg, Husband,” Hermione whispered, nibbling on his ear.

Mr. Malfoy whimpered. She shouldn’t make him need that way. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair for her to do that to him. She should do as he comm—oh hell, she was worshiping him. It was his heaven. If only he could just hold her. She was beautiful.

Hermione stared at him as he groaned and tried to get her to where he could penetrate. She wouldn’t be able to resist him once he was within those tight, wet walls.

“Put me inside you, Wife,” Mr. Malfoy demanded.

“Not until you beg, my handsome blonde,” Hermione whispered continuing to nibble on him.

When she sucked his balls into her mouth one at a time, Mr. Malfoy begged her to let him be with her.

Hermione pulled back and smirked at him.

“As my dear wizard wishes,” she smiled as she slid over his swollen member.

Mr. Malfoy groaned and growled as she rocked against him breathing in his delicious scent and sucking on his nipples. His hips bucked against her as she cupped his face and forced him to look at her.

“You are so lovely, Husband,” Hermione said, gasping as she came. She really loved having sex with the blond wizard.

Mr. Malfoy twisted his head and bit his lip to try to hold it in. He wanted her to keep making love to him. She did love him. She had to. He would let her do anything she wanted if she would ride him like this every night.

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I hope y'all can forgive me for taking so long, and I hope that you will review. I am having worsening issues with my left hand along with the pill issue. It is so darned icky. I will try to get another pdate out by Friday. But I am also in the midst of transferring to another university, so it is all complicated in my world. I have not and will not abandon this fic or the other one! I already have an idea for my next fic!

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