The Spring of the Satyr

"No!" She screamed. "Please don't Mr. Malf-" Splash! The scalding hot water filled her mouth as Lucius pulled her under. For an instant she was sure he was about to drown her. She struggled to get her head above the surface of the pool and sputtered as Lucius pulled her back up to standing. He held her body tightly against his chest. Hermione beat her fists ineffectually against him. "Please, please let me go!" She demanded, sobbing with fear.


Lucius laughed softly. "No no no my wicked little witch, I don't think I will let you go just yet." He waited, smiling, knowing it wouldn't be long. He felt it the moment that the magic of the water began to affect her. Her beating fists slowed and sobs quieted. "Yesss," He hissed, his voice soft and whispery in her ear. "Yes my pretty little voyeur. Let it take you."


As she felt her body stiffen, Hermione let out the whine building in the back of her throat. She had never dreamed that such longing were possible. It made the arousal she’d felt as she had watched him seem like the flame of a match compared with a raging firestorm. It was all she could do to stop herself from ripping her wet clothing off and rubbing herself against any available part of his body! The flesh between her legs felt heavy and congested, burning with a need so deep and intense it couldn't be real. She gasped as she felt Lucius' hand rubbing her small breasts through the wet fabric of her shirt. Her nipples, tightening into tiny pebbled nubs that seemed wont to cling to his questing fingers like magnets.


"What do you wish me to do Hermione?" He whispered throatily in her ear. He could feel her straining nipples through the sodden layers of cotton. "Don't you think things would be more enjoyable without this?" He pulled her sweater off and lifted her t-shirt out of the waistband of her jeans and dropped them into the water.


She could no more have stopped him than stopped breathing. Soon she was naked from the waist up. She knew she should feel embarrassed and ashamed, but she couldn't make herself care. When Lucius dropped his head to take a swollen breast in his mouth she yelped in ecstasy. His mouth took turns lusciously lapping from one stiffened peak to the other. He grasped the tip of a pink nipple in his teeth and tugged gently. Hermione was certain she would pass out.


Lucius felt more than ready to explode. He raised his head and claimed her lips, grasping a handful of her tangled wet hair as he pulled her deeper into the kiss. His eyes flew open as he felt Hermione tentatively suck his tongue into her mouth. Oh Gods! It took every bit of his self control not to ravage her. He pulled her wrists back to his chest and broke the kiss. "Touch me!" He hissed.


Hermione felt his words like a shock between her legs. With nothing left of fear, nothing left of modesty, she ran her fingers up the smooth skin of his torso, glorying in the satin warmth of his skin. She could feel the granite of his erection against her stomach and knew she had to touch it. She placed a trembling hand around the fullness of him and gazed in awe as his prick jumped at her touch. A drop of pearly fluid oozed from the tip and she licked her lips. She looked from the sight and met the heat of his gaze. She stared for a moment into the beauty of his eyes and found them as arousing, more so maybe, than the twitching cock in her hand.

"Yesss!" He groaned. His hand covered hers and moved up and down, teaching her how to stroke him. "Oh Hermione,, yes!" Lucius knew that he couldn't wait much longer. The combination of the magic of the spring and the hot little witch in his arms was nearly more than he could endure. With a moan he pulled her hand off of him and fumbled with the button on her jeans. The hot water made the tight denim stick to her skin as if held with a sticking charm. "Help me!" He pleaded.


Hermione wiggled her hips and pushed at the offending fabric. She suddenly felt that if she weren't naked soon she would die. Finally, sobbing with effort, she was free. Her jeans, the wand still protruding from the back pocket were thrown unceremoniously on the bank. Lucius cupped his hand over her longing cunt and squeezed. Hermione screamed with pleasure. He slipped a finger inside her, stretching, hoping he could do this without hurting her too much. This thought was so out of character for him that he stopped and looked at her lust-reddened face, eyes narrow. He couldn't possibly be feeling something for this little mud-blooded witch? No, absolutely not! It had to be just part of the spell.


"Tell me you want me to do Hermione!" He demanded, eyes feverish.


Nothing, if not a true, brave Gryffindor, she met his stabbing gaze openly. "Make love to me." she whispered. Her hand found his swollen member again and squeezed tightly.


Growling madly, Lucius ripped her hand off of him and doubled the efforts of his finger. Sliding another one in, he plunged and worked his thumb over her engorged clit.


Hermione was sure that she would expire at any moment. This couldn't be happening! She heard animalistic mewling sounds fill the forest and hazily realized they came from her. She didn't care. Lucius' fingers were sliding quickly in and out of her, filling her with the most unbelievable sensations. This was so much better than what she had done to herself! She wrapped her arms around the wizard's body and pulled him closer. Her lips found the soft skin of his neck and ears and she couldn't resist taking his sweat-soaked flesh into her mouth. She was rewarded with his deep, growling moan. She thrilled even more as she suddenly realized the power she possessed over this magnificent man. Her lips and tongue travelled more forcefully over him until she found his mouth. She flicked her tongue inside and mimicked the thrusting actions of the fingers that filled her. Her hands and nails stroked up and down his back before settling on the cheeks of his firm bottom. She pulled him even closer, their glistening bodies grinding violently.


It was too much for Lucius. Lifting her by the cheeks of her ass he pulled her to the wall of the spring and lay on his back. Hermione instinctively wrapped her legs around him and gasped as she felt the solid heat of him pushing against her opening. She felt a moment of fear. "I've never done,,," He stopped her with a deep, branding kiss. He pulled up and looked deeply into her chocolate eyes.


"I promised I would not hurt you." He panted. "If I cause you too much pain I will stop." Lucius didn't know for certain that his statement was true, he wasn't sure his body would allow him to stop once it began. He sighed and kissed her again. It was unholy agony. All of the energy in the universe seemed to be centered on the few centimeters of skin at the top of his dick where they were joined. All restraint was lost. With a gentle thrust he entered her, the tightness of the young virgin sheathing him so firmly it was painful. He worked himself fully inside and stood still, letting them both adjust.


At the first thrust Hermione thought she would be split in two. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she felt her innocence tear inside of her. As the pain began to subside she opened her eyes and met his troubled, hungry gaze. "More." she pleaded softly.


It was all of the encouragement Lucius could have asked for. He pulled back almost to the point of popping out and then shoved back in deeply. At her answering screech he lost all reason. Faster and faster he thrust, moving within her at an almost superhuman speed. "Come for me!" He commanded raggedly, icy eyes blazing will all-consuming lust.


Unable to form coherent thought, Hermione met every motion with a wild, ecstatic abandon. Wicked and wanton she felt her body climbing closer and closer to her destination. "Oh Dear Lord! Yes!" She screamed. Salty tears poured unnoticed down her cheeks and her breath thundered in hiccupping gasps. Grabbing his hair in both hands she threw her head back and howled as the first orgasm of her life overtook her. On and on she screamed as the spasms clenched her muscles into delirious waves of pleasure.


Panting with withheld desire, Lucius felt her contracting around him. Gods she looked and felt so unbelievably fucking sexy! He pulled her around to lie under him, bracing her back against the side of the wall and pounded deep within her. He felt his balls climb inside his body as the contractions began. The orgasm felt as if it started in his toes, working it's way torturously up and out of every cell of his body. He pulled her heaving chest against his mouth to stifle his wild sobs as over and over again he emptied himself inside of her. He felt as if he were losing all sanity as the sensations overwhelmed him.


The feeling of his powerful emissions jetting inside of her brought Hermione towards another wild crisis. Wrapping her legs tighter around the passion addled wizard, she ground her hips roughly against him. Calling his name again and again, she sunk her nails into his shoulders and worked her body up and down his quickly emptying cock. This time the pleasure was even more intense, unbelievably so. At the pinnacle of her passion, Lucius claimed her mouth. Their tongues dueled for supremacy, needing to taste the other's delight. As the fires dwindled, the kiss became softer and softer until it broke apart.


Lucius sighed with relief as he felt himself go limp for the first time since stepping into the spring. He rested his chin on the top of his young lover's head and closed his eyes. His heart thudded painfully in his chest and he pulled her ever closer, their bodies melding from toe to head. Hermione grimaced as she felt his flaccid member slipping out of her. She needed him again.


Backing away slightly, Hermione ran her hand down his chest. "Please Lucius, just a little more!" She begged.


Lucius laughed out loud. "No my little witch. If I were to make love to you again, here in this water, the magic wouldn't leave you. For the next three years you would feel this need." He cupped her face tenderly. "I'm sure your schoolwork would suffer tremendously if all you could think about was my cock inside of you."


At the moment Hermione didn’t think she’d ever have another thought and didn't care. She grasped his hand and placed it between her legs. "Please Lucius, please touch me!" She wiggled her hips against his palm, trying in vain to force his fingers inside her.


Without warning Lucius scooped her up in his arms and deposited her on the ground outside of the water. Hermione screeched in anger and disappointment as he jumped out after her. Lucius wrestled her squirming little body to the ground and held her there, waiting for reality to come back and claim her.

Hermione whimpered pathetically. How could be so bloody calm when her body was still on fire? She maneuvered his wet thigh between her legs and began to grind her pussy against it. Lucius thought about it for a moment. She was out of the water and hopefully the spell wouldn't linger. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her hands up over her head and straddled her waist. "Shhh, hush my passionate little darling." He whispered. "Just lie still.”


His lips found the wild pulse in her neck and sucked in her skin, marking her. Groaning in frustration, she arched her back, rubbing her tender nipples against his chest. "Patience, patience my sweet". Lucius slid down her body to lie with his face between her legs. Hermione began to protest, but stopped as his tongue pushed between the curls of her lower lips. "Oh dear Merlin!" She cried. Shit, shit, shit - the stunningly beautiful Lucius Malfoy smiled up at her, his mouth glued to her most intimate flesh. She could die happy right now.


Propping herself on her elbows, she watched the gorgeous man licking and sucking on her most private places. It was too much. After only a few moments of his ministrations she felt the now-familiar building of release in the pit of her stomach. Grabbing the back of his head, she thrashed like a wildcat. Lucius was smothered by the juices that poured from her as she came. Her hold on the back of his head kept him captive and threatened to suffocate him. He sucked in what little breath he could and held on for the ride, loving every moment. She tasted like pure ambrosia. He felt his sore and exhausted member beginning to swell and willed it back down.


As Hermione sank back to earth the magical veil of lust lifted from her. Clear-eyed for the first time in what seemed like hours, she looked at the naked wizard smiling sheepishly up at her from between her legs. She waited for the rage and remorse to fill her. It never came. Instead she felt,,, happy. How funny it was, seeing his aristocratic features glazed in her fluids! She returned his smile with a grin of her own. "That was bloody brilliant." She marveled, still breathless. He moved up and kissed her fondly.


Feeling his tired and aching body groan in protest, Lucius got up and walked the few feet and removed his wand from the back pocket of Hermione’s soggy jeans. Hermione knew that she should be afraid - the second most deadly wizard in England had a wand when she did not - but she couldn't force enough energy to care. Mechanically, he performed a drying spell on himself and then turned to her with his eyebrows raised, asking permission. "May I?" She nodded shyly. He moved the wand up and down her body until she too was dry.


Lucius picked up a long stick and fished her shirt, sweater and bra from the water. He felt a sudden stab of an emotion he wasn't quite familiar with. Was it fear or something else? He glanced quickly at the naked young witch sitting on the ground. The spell was over, he had used her body quite satisfactorily, why didn't he want to do as he usually did - say farewell to the lady and apparate away? Curious. She sat there, unashamed of her nakedness, trusting him, perhaps even looking at him with,,, affection? He dried her clothing and handed it over. Hermione gazed stupidly at the white cotton panties he still held in his hand. "Won't you give me my knickers too?" She asked.


Grinning evilly, Lucius shook his head. "You can not begrudge me such a small memento my dear." He said with sardonic formality.


Hermione had a wicked thought, something she’d read in a book of her mother’s. "Just give them to me for a moment." She requested. He did as she asked and was shocked as she rubbed the cotton over her privates, coating the garment in her scent. "Perhaps now they will serve to remind you even more, my dear." She said with equal aplomb. Red faced and grinning she handed them back and began to pull her remaining clothing on.


"Indeed!" He said admiringly. What a startling little witch! He couldn't stop smiling like a schoolboy as he dressed himself against the chill that was beginning to seep through his skin. So innocent, and yet so unashamedly passionate! He pointed his wand into the forest. "Accio Hermione's wand!" He commanded silently. He watched the wand fly through the air towards him. He grabbed it easily and turned back to her. Solemnly he passed it back to it's owner. "Alright Miss Granger," he sneered "do your worst. I'm much too exhausted to fight back."


As if to prove this fact he collapsed back on the forest floor, closed his eyes and yawned dramatically. After a moment of silence he opened his eyes to see her standing there staring down at him. He held out a hand, asking her to join him. She lay beside him on her back, staring up at the canopy of trees. Lucius reached over and pulled her unresisting body into his arms, cradling her head against his chest. How ludicrous this was! Why couldn't he just send her away? His confusion was overwhelming his already worn out mind. He fought by closing his eyes. Fatigue quickly overcame him and he slept.


Hermione had never felt so snug and content. She felt his body relax as he fell asleep. Pressing her ear against his chest she listened to his heartbeat. Why had he continued to be so gentle with her? After experiencing for herself the uncontrollable passion-inducing spell of the spring, she understood and forgave him for what he had done to her. She thought that had their positions been reversed she would have done the same. She giggled silently as she imagined herself in the Spring, luring him in for her own passionate ends. Yes, she understood the ravishment, but still could not quite wrap her mind around the reason for this tenderness. Did he care for her? Hermione was wise enough to understand and accept that this certainly was not the case. Oh Gods! She wished she had more experience with this sort of thing!


Raising her head, she gazed upon his sleeping face. She watched him for a long time, memorizing each plane and tiny imperfection. He had several deep laugh lines around each closed eye. It was curious; until today she would not have believed that this man even knew how to laugh. She wondered fleetingly what Harry and Ron would say if they were to see her now, cradled against the firm chest of Lucius Malfoy. Gads! How shocked and furious they would be! Feeling the first pang of guilt for her actions, Hermione rolled on her back and looked towards the sky, which was turning into the pastel colors of evening. It would be dark soon.


Careful to as not to disturb her sleeping lover, Hermione stood up. She solemnly gazed down at his sleeping form and felt a rush of emotion. "Thank you Lucius." She whispered. "It was more than I could have hoped for." She bent to stroke a soft finger against his face. "I will never forget you." She walked up the hill for the final time, refusing to let herself look back.


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END OF PART 2