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Adult ++
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Reunion Redux
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Updated 9-20-07
I thank you all for the very thoughtful reviews you continue to write. I appreciate each one as your personal gift for my chapter. I love writing my stories and I'm happy you are enjoying them.
To answer some questions:
julie The story is not going to settle down/end anytime soon. More twists to come.
WeasleyWench Yes, Hermione is still in love with Lucius. That doesn't equal lenient forgiveness, though. Hermione has the next Malfoy to worry about. She must learn to exist in Lucius' world as a safeguard for her baby.
Ravenna I'm cogitating on your tense suggestion, dithering.
doodle I don't know if you meant to spell it as tryo? The word was tyro and it means beginner or novice.
citten Shopping, clothes, redecorating - to some extent all your wishes will come true.
sheherazade Brits don’t eat pancakes except maybe once a year?? Well, how un-American (grin). (Thanks for the heads up – I always want to know those things). I don't worry about suspense when I write it because I know what's coming.
So, where were we? Oh, yes, Lucius and Hermione in the bedroom...
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Chapter Twenty-One
Reunion Redux
“I promised I’d be naked for you later, Hermione, and I’m a man of my word,” Lucius kneaded Hermione’s shoulder, then meandered downward to her breast, slowly massaging the firm globe as he came up fully behind her, pressing his impressive promise up against her rump. Her hair was shifted to the side and Lucius nipped at the join between her neck and shoulder, leaning over her from his much greater height with his pale hair sweeping down onto her sensitized nipple, “Do you have to get dressed just yet, tidbit? You said your housekeeper only came every other day and she was here yesterday.”
His other hand slid down across her burgeoning belly and played in the curls below. He leaned Hermione back more firmly against him as he pressed farther and stretched open her soft folds, circling the seat of her pleasure. Little breathy, feminine moans accompanied his dexterous forays past her clit and into her rapidly dampening sheath. Her lingerie fell from her hand onto the throw rug, completely unheeded. Lucius knew the moment he had convinced her to accede to his wishes from their attenuated but still present mental connection; he picked her limp body up and adroitly deposited her on the bed, coming down over her.
“Lucius,” she whispered, wiggling, “Remember I can’t lie on my back for any length of time.” She sifted her fingers through his pale hair, draping it over her naked breasts and rubbing the strands more firmly against her nipples until the soft nubs stood out in rose points. She was subconsciously luxuriating in the warm, erotic emotion that Lucius’ mind was sharing with her, involuntary though it was. Hermione wasn’t convinced he was truly ‘a man of his word’, but right then she didn’t much care as she fell once again into those pale gray, twin pools of sin he was seducing her with. Gods she loved his eyes.
Lucius remembered her plaint and immediately shifted her partly on her side facing him, then he swooped down onto her and held her still for his kiss. Her lips were so seductive to him, pillow-soft and peony pink, pursed to accept his possession and he obliged, already almost desperate to taste her again. His tongue soothingly licked the seam of her lips and then pushed between them, his own mouth opening over hers and devouring her yielding, warm cavity. Lucius’ hand took over the job his hair had been doing, lazily rubbing and squeezing the nubs of her breasts as his tongue sought and fought hers. Lucius eased one leg between hers to open her more for his skillful touch. He wanted her, Gods, he wanted her now. He was so inflamed already from her sweet silken wetness and her woman’s scented cravings, his hands shook with fretful impatience . “Help me take off my shirt, tidbit. I need to be skin to skin. Hurry!”
Hermione wanted to hurry, too. She feverishly dragged off Lucius’ shirt, sending the last button flying into the air carelessly as she then wrestled with his belt, “Why on earth did you have to put on so many clothes? Can’t you…oh, good, you don’t have on any unders. Shuck that stuff off and – ouch! Dammit, Lucius lose the shoes.” Her hands went to his privates like iron filings to a lodestone and masculine and feminine gratified groans melded together. Lucius and Hermione looked at each other and grinned in delight, knowing they both had exactly what they wanted.
Lucius knocked off his shoes happily without even a pang at his untidy behavior. “Tell me what you want me to do, tidbit. I’m up for anything at this point.”
“You certainly are,” Hermione chortled, sliding a questing fingertip up and down his overheated length before catching his balls with her other hand. “I love your package, Malfoy. It brightens my day, it really does.”
“Hah, this is nothing. I’m going to make you see stars, tidbit.” He swiveled downward, his head to her toes, so his face was poised for action over her mound, while Hermione joyfully brought his tool to her mouth for a taste. In their short time together as marrieds in their cell, this had been one of their ways to titillate each other on the small cots and it all came back to them easily. The only problem was when one of them was particularly adept at using their tongue, the other one usually abandoned their own offering to revel in the delirious sensations, so the sex play volleyed back and forth rather than functioning simultaneously. As no one cared, each one gave and took with the mentally connected flow of feeling between them.
Inhaling her aroused scent, Lucius wanted his tongue on and in her, and feeling his own tool slipping down Hermione’s throat took second place as he plied her pink petals, separating them with his tongue and scraping the sensitive nub with gentle teeth as he tasted the ambrosia that always unraveled his meticulous nature into seething sensuality. Her involuntary bucks and shudders were an intense, silent motivation to continue his quest to make her see those stars – and scream. He knew she was holding out on him, trying not to make any noise and he also knew she was doomed. The little witch could never get through an orgasm quietly.
Lucius smiled as he plowed into her sopping channel with a very wicked, very agile tongue. He loved it when she screamed his name. And at the end she was always so incoherent, she could only whimper until her final screams were wrung from her as he tossed her over the edge with his precisely timed, ultimate nudge. Then he got the high decibels, which on occasion had rung his ears. That was high praise from her and he usually merited it. Timing was one of the major perks of their mental bridge. It added so much to their lovemaking it was almost worth the distress of having someone else privy to one’s emotional experiences.
Hermione was in a daze of libidinous lust; her body wasn’t ever her own while Lucius had her in thrall. Her husband could play on her senses the way Snape could brew his potions - with intense enthusiasm, skill, and an artistry born of great experience and fierce concentration. She knew once she let Lucius anywhere near her body she had as much chance as a vampire under a sunlamp of keeping control of herself.
As she neared her peak, Lucius purposely slowed down in their blissful duel and allowed Hermione her chance to take him to his sybaritic high. Hermione grasped his staff with one hand and his testes with the other, earning an animalistic growl of sensual pleasure from the blond wizard who looked between them to see himself being guided between her soft lips.
She could feel his heartbeat pick up pace and start to speed through his throbbing tool as she began to wind her tongue around the plump purplish tip and pump his engorged shaft, massaging his balls against each other in an easy rhythm at first. She knew she could make it last for him if she stayed at a slow pace, so she obliged by keeping her sucks and licks and squeezes to a deliberate measure, waiting for his unconscious signals that he was getting closer to his own peak.
Hermione was never allowed to finish him off first and had given up trying long ago. Her husband was always the dominant partner in their bedchamber – for some reason he needed to be master in their intimate amusements and she was happy to give that to him as her gift because she loved him. But she also sagely perceived that in his mind he was giving her priority by always letting her precede him into sexual fulfillment; it was his offering to her so she accepted it as such with a warm glow in her heart. Besides, she snickered to herself, he was likely to fall asleep before getting to her orgasm if he had one first. His total focus on their mutual sexual gratification seemed to sap him tremendously. Hermione grinned internally at the limitations of the male animal as she sucked the bejeezus out of him.
Lucius was squirming inside at his wife’s expert ministrations to his extremely sensitized cock. He hadn’t used it much for nearly five months in its current enlarged capacity and he didn’t have quite the staying power he used to. As he panted, trying to resist his relentless craving for completion, he finally reached down and gently removed his rod from his witch-wife’s lips and her hand from his testicles. “No more, tidbit,” he grated, his voice pitched low with his arousal. They both knew it was time for her to let him take over again.
Lucius first used his thumb to spread Hermione’s petals apart, blowing on her exposed nerve endings before engaging her most tender spot with his tongue once again. Lucius drove three fingers into her tight, moist channel while he concentrated on her pleasure nub, flicking his tongue and scraping his teeth, then sucking on the tight pearl he’d revealed in her pink, cushy shell. She whimpered between erratic breaths, unable to resist the second, serious onslaught of her husband’s expertise, even though he sought to soothe her by moving his other hand to caress her derriere.
But this time there was no help for her, no slowing down of Lucius’ erotic cadence. With a series of rising, desperate cries Hermione suddenly shot over her carnal cliff screaming all the way down and shuddering violently with the force of her release.
Lucius gently licked at her cleft as she came back to herself, waiting patiently for her to revive. When she whispered, “Lucius, pl…please,” and dragged at his legs, he reversed to face her again, pulling her over him and thrusting himself up into her still faintly quivering depths. Their eyes caught and held, sealing the intense sexual bond between them as her dominating Pureblood male took over, using his superior muscles to balance his wife on him as he helped her ride him to his own oblivion, “Tidbit, sweet heaven, you’re killing me… oh, Gods, you’re tight, ah…ssss, so tight… and…hot… wet…Gods!”
Plunging into her tight cavern, he looked up at her fuller breasts jouncing with their movements and couldn’t stop telling her endlessly how beautiful she was, in a whispered litany of desire. After that it was only a matter of a few minutes before his nerve endings, reawakened from their long hiatus again so soon after the night before, couldn’t resist her slick passage and he shouted out his own climax, pumping desperately and spewing his seed into her with an intense, salacious satiety. Hermione felt his swelling tumescence and that was enough to knock her over the edge again right after her husband, her trademark scream bringing a self-satisfied grin to her shuddering mate, his glittering gray eyes triumphant. He knew he’d never felt so wonderful in his entire life and he slid quickly into sleep, completely relaxed, with a smile and a whispered, “tidbit”.
Hermione snuggled down beside her soundly sleeping mate, kissed him on his cheek assuring him she had indeed seen stars and was soon asleep, too, in happy exhaustion.
tbc...
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Hmm, that chapter didn't have any plot to it, did it? I hope you all didn't mind. More plot next time, I promise.
I suppose you could review Lucius' technique, just so I am reassured that you like the inclusion of the smut.
While waiting for the next chapter you can always visit one of my other stories. They're all completed. With the requisite smut, of course. Enjoy (and I'd appreciate a review for them, too).
.
.
Updated 9-20-07
I thank you all for the very thoughtful reviews you continue to write. I appreciate each one as your personal gift for my chapter. I love writing my stories and I'm happy you are enjoying them.
To answer some questions:
julie The story is not going to settle down/end anytime soon. More twists to come.
WeasleyWench Yes, Hermione is still in love with Lucius. That doesn't equal lenient forgiveness, though. Hermione has the next Malfoy to worry about. She must learn to exist in Lucius' world as a safeguard for her baby.
Ravenna I'm cogitating on your tense suggestion, dithering.
doodle I don't know if you meant to spell it as tryo? The word was tyro and it means beginner or novice.
citten Shopping, clothes, redecorating - to some extent all your wishes will come true.
sheherazade Brits don’t eat pancakes except maybe once a year?? Well, how un-American (grin). (Thanks for the heads up – I always want to know those things). I don't worry about suspense when I write it because I know what's coming.
So, where were we? Oh, yes, Lucius and Hermione in the bedroom...
_______________________________________________
Chapter Twenty-One
Reunion Redux
“I promised I’d be naked for you later, Hermione, and I’m a man of my word,” Lucius kneaded Hermione’s shoulder, then meandered downward to her breast, slowly massaging the firm globe as he came up fully behind her, pressing his impressive promise up against her rump. Her hair was shifted to the side and Lucius nipped at the join between her neck and shoulder, leaning over her from his much greater height with his pale hair sweeping down onto her sensitized nipple, “Do you have to get dressed just yet, tidbit? You said your housekeeper only came every other day and she was here yesterday.”
His other hand slid down across her burgeoning belly and played in the curls below. He leaned Hermione back more firmly against him as he pressed farther and stretched open her soft folds, circling the seat of her pleasure. Little breathy, feminine moans accompanied his dexterous forays past her clit and into her rapidly dampening sheath. Her lingerie fell from her hand onto the throw rug, completely unheeded. Lucius knew the moment he had convinced her to accede to his wishes from their attenuated but still present mental connection; he picked her limp body up and adroitly deposited her on the bed, coming down over her.
“Lucius,” she whispered, wiggling, “Remember I can’t lie on my back for any length of time.” She sifted her fingers through his pale hair, draping it over her naked breasts and rubbing the strands more firmly against her nipples until the soft nubs stood out in rose points. She was subconsciously luxuriating in the warm, erotic emotion that Lucius’ mind was sharing with her, involuntary though it was. Hermione wasn’t convinced he was truly ‘a man of his word’, but right then she didn’t much care as she fell once again into those pale gray, twin pools of sin he was seducing her with. Gods she loved his eyes.
Lucius remembered her plaint and immediately shifted her partly on her side facing him, then he swooped down onto her and held her still for his kiss. Her lips were so seductive to him, pillow-soft and peony pink, pursed to accept his possession and he obliged, already almost desperate to taste her again. His tongue soothingly licked the seam of her lips and then pushed between them, his own mouth opening over hers and devouring her yielding, warm cavity. Lucius’ hand took over the job his hair had been doing, lazily rubbing and squeezing the nubs of her breasts as his tongue sought and fought hers. Lucius eased one leg between hers to open her more for his skillful touch. He wanted her, Gods, he wanted her now. He was so inflamed already from her sweet silken wetness and her woman’s scented cravings, his hands shook with fretful impatience . “Help me take off my shirt, tidbit. I need to be skin to skin. Hurry!”
Hermione wanted to hurry, too. She feverishly dragged off Lucius’ shirt, sending the last button flying into the air carelessly as she then wrestled with his belt, “Why on earth did you have to put on so many clothes? Can’t you…oh, good, you don’t have on any unders. Shuck that stuff off and – ouch! Dammit, Lucius lose the shoes.” Her hands went to his privates like iron filings to a lodestone and masculine and feminine gratified groans melded together. Lucius and Hermione looked at each other and grinned in delight, knowing they both had exactly what they wanted.
Lucius knocked off his shoes happily without even a pang at his untidy behavior. “Tell me what you want me to do, tidbit. I’m up for anything at this point.”
“You certainly are,” Hermione chortled, sliding a questing fingertip up and down his overheated length before catching his balls with her other hand. “I love your package, Malfoy. It brightens my day, it really does.”
“Hah, this is nothing. I’m going to make you see stars, tidbit.” He swiveled downward, his head to her toes, so his face was poised for action over her mound, while Hermione joyfully brought his tool to her mouth for a taste. In their short time together as marrieds in their cell, this had been one of their ways to titillate each other on the small cots and it all came back to them easily. The only problem was when one of them was particularly adept at using their tongue, the other one usually abandoned their own offering to revel in the delirious sensations, so the sex play volleyed back and forth rather than functioning simultaneously. As no one cared, each one gave and took with the mentally connected flow of feeling between them.
Inhaling her aroused scent, Lucius wanted his tongue on and in her, and feeling his own tool slipping down Hermione’s throat took second place as he plied her pink petals, separating them with his tongue and scraping the sensitive nub with gentle teeth as he tasted the ambrosia that always unraveled his meticulous nature into seething sensuality. Her involuntary bucks and shudders were an intense, silent motivation to continue his quest to make her see those stars – and scream. He knew she was holding out on him, trying not to make any noise and he also knew she was doomed. The little witch could never get through an orgasm quietly.
Lucius smiled as he plowed into her sopping channel with a very wicked, very agile tongue. He loved it when she screamed his name. And at the end she was always so incoherent, she could only whimper until her final screams were wrung from her as he tossed her over the edge with his precisely timed, ultimate nudge. Then he got the high decibels, which on occasion had rung his ears. That was high praise from her and he usually merited it. Timing was one of the major perks of their mental bridge. It added so much to their lovemaking it was almost worth the distress of having someone else privy to one’s emotional experiences.
Hermione was in a daze of libidinous lust; her body wasn’t ever her own while Lucius had her in thrall. Her husband could play on her senses the way Snape could brew his potions - with intense enthusiasm, skill, and an artistry born of great experience and fierce concentration. She knew once she let Lucius anywhere near her body she had as much chance as a vampire under a sunlamp of keeping control of herself.
As she neared her peak, Lucius purposely slowed down in their blissful duel and allowed Hermione her chance to take him to his sybaritic high. Hermione grasped his staff with one hand and his testes with the other, earning an animalistic growl of sensual pleasure from the blond wizard who looked between them to see himself being guided between her soft lips.
She could feel his heartbeat pick up pace and start to speed through his throbbing tool as she began to wind her tongue around the plump purplish tip and pump his engorged shaft, massaging his balls against each other in an easy rhythm at first. She knew she could make it last for him if she stayed at a slow pace, so she obliged by keeping her sucks and licks and squeezes to a deliberate measure, waiting for his unconscious signals that he was getting closer to his own peak.
Hermione was never allowed to finish him off first and had given up trying long ago. Her husband was always the dominant partner in their bedchamber – for some reason he needed to be master in their intimate amusements and she was happy to give that to him as her gift because she loved him. But she also sagely perceived that in his mind he was giving her priority by always letting her precede him into sexual fulfillment; it was his offering to her so she accepted it as such with a warm glow in her heart. Besides, she snickered to herself, he was likely to fall asleep before getting to her orgasm if he had one first. His total focus on their mutual sexual gratification seemed to sap him tremendously. Hermione grinned internally at the limitations of the male animal as she sucked the bejeezus out of him.
Lucius was squirming inside at his wife’s expert ministrations to his extremely sensitized cock. He hadn’t used it much for nearly five months in its current enlarged capacity and he didn’t have quite the staying power he used to. As he panted, trying to resist his relentless craving for completion, he finally reached down and gently removed his rod from his witch-wife’s lips and her hand from his testicles. “No more, tidbit,” he grated, his voice pitched low with his arousal. They both knew it was time for her to let him take over again.
Lucius first used his thumb to spread Hermione’s petals apart, blowing on her exposed nerve endings before engaging her most tender spot with his tongue once again. Lucius drove three fingers into her tight, moist channel while he concentrated on her pleasure nub, flicking his tongue and scraping his teeth, then sucking on the tight pearl he’d revealed in her pink, cushy shell. She whimpered between erratic breaths, unable to resist the second, serious onslaught of her husband’s expertise, even though he sought to soothe her by moving his other hand to caress her derriere.
But this time there was no help for her, no slowing down of Lucius’ erotic cadence. With a series of rising, desperate cries Hermione suddenly shot over her carnal cliff screaming all the way down and shuddering violently with the force of her release.
Lucius gently licked at her cleft as she came back to herself, waiting patiently for her to revive. When she whispered, “Lucius, pl…please,” and dragged at his legs, he reversed to face her again, pulling her over him and thrusting himself up into her still faintly quivering depths. Their eyes caught and held, sealing the intense sexual bond between them as her dominating Pureblood male took over, using his superior muscles to balance his wife on him as he helped her ride him to his own oblivion, “Tidbit, sweet heaven, you’re killing me… oh, Gods, you’re tight, ah…ssss, so tight… and…hot… wet…Gods!”
Plunging into her tight cavern, he looked up at her fuller breasts jouncing with their movements and couldn’t stop telling her endlessly how beautiful she was, in a whispered litany of desire. After that it was only a matter of a few minutes before his nerve endings, reawakened from their long hiatus again so soon after the night before, couldn’t resist her slick passage and he shouted out his own climax, pumping desperately and spewing his seed into her with an intense, salacious satiety. Hermione felt his swelling tumescence and that was enough to knock her over the edge again right after her husband, her trademark scream bringing a self-satisfied grin to her shuddering mate, his glittering gray eyes triumphant. He knew he’d never felt so wonderful in his entire life and he slid quickly into sleep, completely relaxed, with a smile and a whispered, “tidbit”.
Hermione snuggled down beside her soundly sleeping mate, kissed him on his cheek assuring him she had indeed seen stars and was soon asleep, too, in happy exhaustion.
tbc...
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Hmm, that chapter didn't have any plot to it, did it? I hope you all didn't mind. More plot next time, I promise.
I suppose you could review Lucius' technique, just so I am reassured that you like the inclusion of the smut.
While waiting for the next chapter you can always visit one of my other stories. They're all completed. With the requisite smut, of course. Enjoy (and I'd appreciate a review for them, too).
.
.