Morsmordre

With a loud pop from the displaced air she found herself back in her bedroom. She quickly withdrew her hand from his and stepped back from Malfoy. The room was alight with dozens of candles and flower arrangements filled the room. It looked like a honeymoon suite.

Ignoring her, Malfoy began to unbutton his white shirt almost casually.

Hermione gulped.

“I’ve got to go to the loo,” she mumbled, and then sprinted into the bathroom and shut the door. She knew better than to lock it as Malfoy could easily open it if she attempted to hide from him.

Her full bladder reminded her that she’d not been telling a lying exactly, so she took care of that first. She carefully washed her hands in the sink afterwards and noted that whatever else he’d done to her magically, her PMS symptoms seemed to have vanished completely.

She looked into the mirror at her white as milk face.

‘Dear Lord,’ she thought. ‘He expects me to let him...’

Hermione had decided to stay virginal until she was in pledged in some way to a man. Married or, at least, engaged. Not that her hormones were different from anyone else’s she’d been tempted to go beyond light petting on several occasions with Ron. But the idea of sex for sex’s sake was abhorrent to her. Once the decision had been made Hermione had been quite comfortable with it.

Hermione felt a sharp pang of loss when she thought about Ron. He had finally started to take their relationship seriously and had managed to gather the courage to officially ask her out on a date when she’d visited the Burrow during a week in July. Her parents and his family had teased them both gently but mercilessly about “finally” getting to the point, but there had been no malice in it and a genuine feeling of happiness for the couple. Feeling a little faint she, turned on the taps and splashed cold water on her face, then patted it dry with a hand towel

A knock on the door broke up her reverie.

“Come out, girl,” she heard Malfoy say.

Her legs felt numb and stiff as she reached for the door and opened it. Her face hot, she reentered the bedroom with great trepidation. A quick glance showed that the house-elf had already put fresh sheets on the bed and the duvet was already turned down waiting for them.
Malfoy was standing in the center of the room his arms crossed over his bare chest. His pants were still on; but he’d removed his boots so he stood there in his bare feet.

‘Damn, the man! He looks completely in control even when he’s half-naked,’ she thought peevishly.

Heart thudding in double time rhythm she was unable to stop gaping at him, her gaze running up and down his body. His chest showed a well developed musculature while being almost hairless. What hair there was ran in a thin blond trail down his stomach and into his pants.

The wizard, despite being middle-aged, exhibited no signs of softening or extra weight around his stomach which was flat as a washboard. His legs looked very long and supple in the expensive black trousers that he wore.

Looking at him, she could easily be fooled into believing him to be ten years younger than the current forty years plus Hermione knew him to be.

‘He must take very good care of himself to look so,’ she thought idly.

“I take it you like what you’re seeing,” he said, preening under her appreciative gaze.

Hermione, who’d at that moment, had been busily inspecting the way his trousers hugged his buttocks, turned her head away in complete mortification. She felt overwhelming sense of shame to have even allowed her thoughts to wander down that road.

‘You stupid girl. He’s your enemy. You can’t trust him. He hates you and your friends. He’d kill you now if you weren’t useful to him,’ her common sense scolded her.

The silence began to linger as she continued to stare steadfastly at the floor, refusing to look back at the man. She found herself twisting her hands fretfully in front of her in an attempt to break the tension in the room. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she sent a fleeting look at him, trying to read his facial expression.

‘Why do I even care what he’s thinking?’ she asked herself.

It was a rhetorical question really, though. He could make this occasion very painful and unpleasant if he chose to do so. Malfoy was in complete control of what happened between them and that thought was entirely terrifying in and of itself. His neutral expression gave nothing away. She didn’t know whether he was disgusted, angry or even lust-filled at the idea of their coupling. It was quite unnerving.

“Come here,” he said, waving her forward.

Hearing the note of command in his voice, Hermione inwardly bristled, wanting badly to disobey him but her inner voice cautioned against direct disobedience. There might be serious repercussions if she were to anger the man at this most delicate of moments.

She moved cautiously to him not knowing what to expect. Once she was within arms length she stayed as still as possible. Lucius reached back and removed the black ribbon holding his shining golden mane away from his face. His shoulder length hair fell forward around his face. He dropped the ribbon to the floor.

‘Run’ screamed one part of her mind while the other whispered ‘stay, you know you have to.’

Torn between two equally strong directives she did nothing and Malfoy’s hands came up to frame her face. He tilted her head towards him and lowered his lips to hers. Hermione shut her eyes tightly in denial.

‘He shouldn’t kiss me,’ she thought, ‘kissing is for lovers.’

Hermione felt a gentle touch of warm lips slowly stroking against her own. She suddenly remembered to breath, and gasped to draw in some much needed air. Malfoy immediately took advantage and his tongue moved snake-like into her mouth to ruthlessly explore it. One of his hands then dropped to her waist and pulled her in tightly to his body. She could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach. Unconsciously, she started to move her hips against him. Lucius growled into her mouth.

‘I did that,’ she thought dazedly, ‘I made him want me.’

Feeling a rush of feminine power she never known until now, she lifted her arms and looped them around his neck. Malfoy broke the kiss off abruptly leaving her breathless. Hermione’s eyes shot open to see him looking down at her, his eyes boring holes into her.

‘Oh Gods,’ she thought. ‘He must think me a slut,’ she thought, embarrassed at how quickly she’d forgotten that he was the enemy.

But he didn’t seem angry or contemptuous; in fact, he looked rather pleased which caused her to shiver all over.

“Touch me,” he said.

Bypassing thought and following her instincts, Hermione dropped one of her arms from around his neck. She took that free hand and touched her fingers to his chest, trailing them along until she stopped at one of his pink, flat nipples. Her long fingers circled the aureole gently, inspecting and investigating his body shyly.

This drew a low rumble of approval from Malfoy much to her surprise and delight. Feeling bolder now, Hermione lowered her head to the nipple, first kissing it and then proceeding to lick it softly in small, cat-like strokes. Hermione felt the hair at the back of her head grabbed and Malfoy pulled her away from him. She panicked a little wondering if she had done something wrong.

The Death Eater reached down to the front of her robes and started rapidly to untie the laces that made up the bodice front of her robe. Once Lucius finished that he pulled the robes over her head and dropped them to the floor. She stood shivering in her underclothes. Malfoy ran his hands down and picked up one foot and then the other removing her shoes and flinging them into the corner.

When he finished he inspected his prize his eyes burning a trail over her body.

Hermione felt foolish and very vulnerable standing there in her thin slip, undergoing his detailed inspection. Her breasts, she knew, were too big and her hips were too far too curvaceous for the current fashion of the day. But up until now, it hadn’t been a problem, as she’d always been able to hide her generous curves under her school robes.

‘Don’t be silly darling,’ her mother had told her on more than one occasion, ‘men adore a woman with curves as you’ll find out one day,’ she said laughing.

Hermione turned her head away, reluctant to meet his eyes, afraid of what she might see. She hadn’t found a brassiere in the wardrobe to wear only this slip and the small underpants that she wore beneath it so the outlines of her hardening nipples showed clearly against the silk of the slip. She jumped as she felt his hands caressing both of her breasts and fingers pushing her slip down to expose them to his sight.

“Beautiful,” she heard him say. “If I’d known you had such stunning assets I’d have imprisoned you long before this,” he said with a dark chuckle.

Feeling stung by what she believed to be his mockery Hermione stiffened in his arms. Malfoy turned her head back and locked gazes with her. She felt that now familiar itch but he broke the contact after a few seconds.

“You don’t believe me?” he asked silkily.

He lowered his head and whispered into her ear, “I’d have stolen you away, brought you to one of my houses, and chained you to my bed for my pleasure,” he said in a lust roughened voice.

Hermione felt an initial rush of pleasure at the confirmation of his attraction, but then was quickly replaced by horror and shame.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid,’ her mind raged, ‘he’s talking about sexual slavery. He’s an evil, dark wizard and you’re practically begging for his attentions…what kind of woman are you?’

While her mind was still whirling Malfoy pushed the slip further down, this time past her hips and it dropped with a silken hush to the floor. Now only her underpants remained to protect the last remnants of her modesty.

Hermione’s body shook as she felt his lips begin to kiss, lick and nibble, at first one breast, and then the other. He murmured something quite incoherent against them and her brain completely shut down allowing her sensual side to commandeer her body once more.

Lucius bit her nipple sharply and she squeaked breathlessly in reaction. He then took one of her hands and placed it on his crotch. Hermione blushed at the hardness she found there, but tentatively began to stroke her over his bulge, knowing now that he liked touch to be reciprocal. He hissed in pleasure, and gaining more confidence, Hermione found herself starting to gently squeeze his cock, much to his gratification if his now ferocious facial expression was any indication of his approval.

“Enough,” he said roughly, compelling Hermione to reluctantly remove her hand.

Malfoy put both his hands onto Hermione’s breasts and started to stroke the nipples with his thumbs. Her nipples hardened still more and she felt a low ache between her legs begin.

“You’re like a ripe peach just waiting to be tasted,” he said, his face now showing some strain.

His warm hands moved from her breasts causing her to emit a whimper of loss but he soothingly stroked down her sides until he reached her last scrap of clothing that clung to her body. Malfoy slipped his fingers into the white cotton and slipped it down her hips where it fell to her feet.

“Step out of them,” he ordered.

Hermione did as she was instructed but was overcome with a burst of shyness as Malfoy started to remove his trousers and looked away from him.

‘So this is it then. The man I lose my virginity to…who ends up changing my life forever. No love or even affection involved, I’m just a tool for him to achieve his ends. I could be anyone really so long as my body could be used as an incubator,’ she thought sadly.

“You think too much, Hermione,” he said, breaking into her thoughts, surprising her by using her first name.

He pulled her head around with his hands so that she was looking at him. “Enjoy the moment because, in the end, that’s all any of us has,” he said cynically.

Hermione’s eyes skittered downwards almost unconsciously. His very large erect cock was directly in front of her only inches away from her stomach. Hermione’s only previous experience with adult male anatomy had been the naughty calendar that Lavender Brown had somehow smuggled into the Gryffindor Girl’s Dorm that featured the wizards of the French National Quidditch Team in the nude. From what she could see Lucius Malfoy had nothing to be ashamed of in that area.

Fascinated, Hermione hesitated at first and then reached out to touch it. She ran her fingers up its length, surprised when she encountered liquid near the tip. Malfoy grunted loudly then grabbed her hard around the waist picking her up like a rag doll and tossed her onto the bed.

“Merde,” Malfoy said, cursing in French.

Shocked by the violent action she’d produced, she raised her head to see Malfoy crawling up the bed on his hands and knees, not unlike some enormous lion stalking her. His powerful shoulder muscles rippled and his long blond hair swung loosely around him like a golden halo as he moved up the bed carefully approaching her.

“He looks like a debauched angel,’ she thought, as she propped herself up off the mattress on her elbows to watch him approach, feeling a thrill small of anticipation run up her spine.

As soon as he was adjacent to her, he sat back on his heels regarding her steadily. Hermione blushed and curled her knees up tightly against her body, her arms moving to wrap protectively around them. Malfoy placed both his hands on her knees and started to pry them apart. Reluctantly, Hermione allowed him access, knowing that protest would useless. She had agreed to this.

His hands stroked down her inner thighs causing her to tremble as he approached her feminine center. Hermione shifted under his touch and realized with some mortification that although he continued only to stroke her inner and outer thighs that she was already…wet. Her toes curled tightly on the bed’s duvet when he finally reached down with a hand to run his fingers lightly through her pubic curls. She yelped involuntarily as she felt a calloused finger stroke her clitoris directly.

“Too sensitive?” he asked.

She nodded reluctantly. Malfoy smirked as he felt the moistness of her curls as he continued to stroke her gently. Hermione gasped when she felt two fingers push their way into her. It wasn’t painful exactly, but it was a little uncomfortable as she wasn’t used to be stretched in that way.

“Nice and tight,” the blond Death Eater purred at her.

As his fingers started to move in and out of her, Lucius also began to brush his thumb over her clitoris. Hermione found herself arching into that touch as it felt very, very good. While his hand was busy Lucius lowered his head and captured her lips in an aggressive kiss. Hermione moaned into his mouth as his tongue started to dart in and out in a teasing manner while his fingers kept busily playing with her feminine parts down below. It felt so much more exciting having Lucius exploring her far more than when she was touching herself.

She cried out in loss as she felt him remove his fingers and his mouth from her and, in retribution, dug her nails into his arms as he moved over her. As he covered her she could see that his eyes were almost completely dilated with arousal.

“You’re ready,” he said hoarsely as moved his hips to align with hers.

He fumbled a bit with himself and then Hermione felt the blunt head of his cock pushing into her. The further he pushed the more painful the sensation became and she grimaced. Hermione flashed back to a discussion she had with Lavender Brown.

‘Honestly, you might want to at least get some toys, you know. That way even if you don’t want to with Ron right now, you can at least get comfortable with your body,” she’d told Hermione.

Hermione was bitterly regretting her lack of preparation now as she almost mewled with discomfort. He felt enormous.

“Relax, or it will be even worse,” he commanded her.

Hermione took a deep breath trying to ease the tension in her body. The strain eased a little although she still felt overwhelmed by the invasion

“Wrap your legs around my hips,” he breathed.

“This is horrible,” she thought. She’d never felt so vulnerable, so exposed in all her life, but she now wanted this over as quickly as possible, with the least amount of discomfort involved.

Malfoy grunted as she moved to comply, but stroked her hip in what appeared to be approval, as she locked her ankles together behind him.

The arousal and excitement she’d felt earlier had all but disappeared until Malfoy reached down to where they’re bodies were joined. His fingers stroked her clitoris back and forth and she gasped in delight. That felt much so very delicious, better then anything she had ever done to herself. Her body unconsciously clenched around him a moan escaping from her lips.

Mortified by her inadvertent vocalization she turned her head away from him so that he could no longer see her expression. She felt him remove his tantalizing fingers from her nub catching her face with his hand.

“No, I want to see you,” he ordered, his grip cruelly pinching her chin, as he turned her head back towards him.

“You’re hurting me,” she gasped, knowing that he’d leave marks.

His eyes narrowed but he released her face. He then braced himself with his arms; pulling almost completely out of her and then plunging forcefully back into her. Hermione hissed in shock while Malfoy smirked down at her with an evil expression crossing his face.

“Hermione, you’re not really in a position to dictate are you?” he demanded.

“No…”

“Lucius,” he crooned. “Say it. Say my name,” he said as rocked a little inside her.

Unnerved by what he might do if angered, she breathed out the word, “Lucius.”

“Good,” he growled.

His golden hair was spilling over her breasts and Hermione shivered at that feeling of the hair spilling over her body. Malfoy…Lucius immediately picked up on this susceptibility. He leant down kissing and licking her breasts, his hair caressing her as he moved along. Hermione felt a painful sharp nip on her left breast. Without thinking about it, she caught his shining hair tightly in her hands and tried to pull him off of her. Pain was not part of the process as far as she was concerned. After several hard tugs to get his attention he finally lifted his head and ended up inches from her mouth. Following some deeply hidden instinct she found herself touching his face gently and she angled her head trying to invite him into a kiss.

Accepting her wordless invitation Lucius pounced immediately. Hermione felt like a small boat tossed about by a gale force wind. Lucius forced her mouth open and invaded boldly taking everything she could give him. Almost without conscious thought, she wound her arms around his back and clung to him. Finally, after ruthlessly exploring her mouth, he tore it away and commenced moving his hips. Lucius kept his gaze locked with hers as thrust in and out of her, in a more or less, regular fashion. Somewhere in the back of her mind Hermione noted that the last tinges of pain had gone. She breathed somewhat easier believing now the worst was over. Instead there was a rather pleasant feeling, both inside and out, as he moved his hips in forceful fashion.

“Dear Merlin,” she thought. ‘I never thought it would feel this brilliant.’

Lucius had started out slowly, but now, ratcheted up both the force and pacing of his thrusts. Intermittently, Lucius was hitting the perfect pleasure spot for her, and Hermione twisted her hips trying to seek more of it, which drew a heartfelt moan out of the man atop her.

She wanted more, needed it. She heard distantly a sound of need come from her mouth. Hermione’s pride and self-esteem were quickly taking a backseat to the increasing physical need their coupling was starting to bring her. She found hands dropping down from his back and she dug her nails sharply into his buttocks as he moved. Lucius swore profusely and stilled immediately.

Hermione worried that she had done something dreadful, that hadn’t pleased him, because otherwise why would he have stopped?

Reading the hesitant expression on her face, Malfoy chuckled.

“Silly chit, your….enthusiastic reception is most welcome. I’m not inclined, however, to allow this rather pleasing interlude to come to a rather abrupt ending,” he ruefully admitted.

Hermione blinked somewhat surprised by his admission. She had excited him? Testing this theory, she dragged her hands down his back, digging her nails in sharply as she went. The Death Eater, she now cradled in her hips, hissed in pleasure. Hermione, for the first time in her life, reveled in her feminine power. Hermione, feeling a surge of possessiveness wash over her, wanted to mark him, bite him, and somehow force him to acknowledge their connection.

“You want to play with me?” he asked with an evil-looking leer.

“Lucius…” she began apprehensively, watching him carefully.

But before she could say more he clamped down with his teeth where the juncture of her neck and shoulder met. Pain exploded and she squealed in anger. In retaliation, she bit into the side of his neck hard—drawing blood. Lucius grunted in pain. Shocked, and feeling rather penitent at the site of his blood running down his neck, she started to lap up the blood gently laving it away with her tongue. Hermione pushed his blond hair away and methodically cleaned him with her tongue until the last trickle of blood was gone. Lucius had held himself quite still during the process the only sound emanating from him was his breath coming in deep pants.

She barely had time to blink before Lucius, in one powerful move, had rolled them over so that their positions were reversed. By holding her hips steady Lucius had managed to keep his cock deeply imbedded in her when he’d flipped them. The breathless, somewhat stunned girl was now atop Lucius, not quite sure how to proceed. Reaching for the damp curls at her core, Lucius repeatedly stroked and teased her clitoris with the tips of his fingers, while monitoring her reactions closely.

Hermione whimpered and placed both palms on his chest trying to lift slightly off him to allow him even greater access. Using her hands for balance, and her knees on either side of him to push up, she managed to create a breadth of space for him to work with.

‘Oh yes, right there,’ she thought, as each slightly rough stroke of his fingers brought fresh waves of delight.

Hermione, lost in sensation, was rapidly losing any inhibitions she might have had as his other hand began pinching and pulling on her nipples.

‘Just a little bit more,’ she thought, as she felt herself nearing orgasm, her tension rising higher and higher.

Lucius, with no warning, removed his hand from her now dripping curls.

“Noooo!” she wailed, then slapped his chest with both her hands in angry frustration.

His once cold blue eyes now agleam with passion, Lucius grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises later, and rolled them back into their prior position. Before she even had a chance to regain her breath, the blond began to pound into her mercilessly, all remaining constraints on his passion now removed. The bed creaked and the headboard began to smack against the wall with the force of his thrusts. Hermione moaned and clung to him whispering occasional breathless words of encouragement into his ear.

Lucius whose head until now had lolled to one side of her neck as he pounded her into the mattress moved it to lock gazes with her as his orgasm approached. Rather than humiliate her, the idea of him watching her come now, was incredibly arousing for her. She whimpered again as he started to painfully grind out words as she met his thrusts.

“You love me fucking you don’t you?” he hissed out the question. “You want to be mine don’t you?” he rasped, and when she didn’t answer immediately he slowed his hips down.

“Answer me!” he demanded roughly.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want this. I want you,” she gasped, her need driving her.

Her pride, self-respect and identity had all been burned away before her need to have this man. Lucius groaned and swore as Hermione unconsciously tightened her inner muscles around his cock. Her lover’s violent movements were providing just enough pressure and friction to move her towards her orgasm. She clawed and scratched at him while trying to reach orgasm, while he groaned his pleasure above her, his hips snapping faster and faster. She was held suspended in building waves of pleasure until it suddenly snapped causing her to scream and arch her body, her toes curling as the waves of bliss crashed over her. Seconds later, she heard Lucius growl loudly as he thrust hard once more, stilling as he strained to drive himself as deep as possible while he ejaculated his warm seed into her.

Still riding the euphoria of orgasm, she barely noted that Lucius had collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. The weight of him felt right to her somehow and she found herself tightening her arms around his back, trying to hold on to this feeling.

As she felt her own breath begin to steady, Hermione felt Lucius’ cock soften and start to slip out of her. She felt Lucius push his weight off of her and then rolled himself onto his back so that he was lying beside her.

Her body, still humming with the last echoes of physical gratification, combined with her physical and mental exhaustion was rapidly pushing her body towards sleep. She heard her lover move and then felt the covers pulled over them both.

‘He’s my lover now. Lucius Malfoy is my lover,’ she thought in some astonishment as she yawned.

The last thing she clearly remembered was Lucius spooning up against her body after pulling the duvet over them both. Hermione could feel his heart thumping gently in his chest against her back as she fell into a dreamless sleep nestled in the warm cocoon that he’d created for them.

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Hermione felt herself surface slowly from a deep sleep slowly. She was comfortable and warm and didn’t want to leave her bed.

‘Surely she could skip breakfast this morning and just go straight to class,’ she thought fuzzily.

As she cracked her eyes open, she caught sight of where her robe had been flung carelessly on the floor, and then her memories began flooding back. Lucius. The agreement. Last night.

“It wasn’t a nightmare then,” she mumbled to herself, trying to take stock of the situation.

After a few deep breaths Hermione blushed. The room absolutely reeked of sex. She sat up in the bed and winced as she turned. She was a tiny bit sore down there and…sticky?

“Oh, dear Merlin,” she said, dropping her face into her hands as guilt rushed over her.

She was a traitor. She’d willingly slept with a Death Eater and promised to carry his child, all in order to save her own miserable life. She might, at some point, be forgiven by her friends but she’d never be completely trusted by them—ever again.

‘Get a grip, my girl,’ her inner voice said. ‘You’re alive and that’s what counts isn’t it?’ But her heart refused to be comforted.

Just then, the door to the bathroom opened, and Lucius came out only clad in a towel that was tied in a loose knot around his hips. He looked her over sharply before speaking.

“Get up and get washed and dressed. We’ve much to do. I’ll meet in the drawing room in half an hour,” he ordered brusquely.

Hermione looked over the bed only to see that her robes were too far away to reach. She looked up again as Lucius as he stepped in front of the antique mirror threading his hands through his damp hair.

“Delb,” he called.

“Yes, master,” the elf said, popping into the room.

“Bring me a fresh set of clothes as well as my toiletries and then clean this place up,” he ordered.

Hermione snapped herself out of her paralysis.

‘Its absurd to suffering from some sort of maidenly vapors at this point, the man has seen me have an orgasm for Merlin’s sake,’ she thought completely irritated with her own foolishness.

Hermione pushed the covers back, got to her feet, and forced herself to walk calmly into the bathroom. To her relief Lucius never even looked in her direction. Well, what did she expect? It was a business agreement…of sorts.

Under the pulsing hot water she worked to remove all traces of her nocturnal activities with Lucius. She washed her body several times until it was almost raw. She saw some shampoo and picked it up. It had a delicious floral scent that reminded her of lily-of-the-valley her mum raised in her garden.

‘Well, why not?’ she thought.

After two rinses, she squeezed the remaining water from her hair, roughly toweling it dry. Hermione quickly patted the rest of her body dry with the remaining towel. It was the best she could hope to do without the use of her wand.

She opened the door to the bedroom cautiously, but Lucius was gone by then.

The room had been cleaned to a fare thee well, the bed made and the slightly musty smell of their sexual encounter had been removed entirely from the room. Her robe from the night before was gone from the floor and on the bed was a royal purple robe with demure neckline laid out as well as underclothes. On the floor beside the bed was a dainty set of matching shoes. Wearily, with a small sigh she began to pull on her clothes.

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