The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 4-11-07

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Chapter Twenty-Three


The Morning After


Late the next morning, Lucius rose groggily from the bed, tucking the covers more tightly around a comatose Hermione, and took off for the loo. He’d awakened with a full bladder and couldn’t wait any longer. Too bad chamberpots went out years ago. He’d have to investigate the obsolete practice. The elves could always clean it up. But he couldn’t use the chamberpot after ten PM. Hmmm, the whole idea was useless if he couldn’t use the chamberpot at night, unless he could stomach having the waste sitting under his bed until morning.


Lucius’ mind was occupied with chamberpots and schedules as he began relieving his bladder pressure with a sigh of pleasure, when he suddenly gave a yelp, surprising the hell out of himself. What the…? He looked down and saw the sensitive underside of the tip of his rod was a harsh red from being used as a massage tool, scratching post, and teething toy. Oh, what the hell, he thought, he had asked his wife to scrape harder on his erection while he was in the middle of his arousal and it had been well worth it. Actually, it had been sheer, wanton heaven. Lucius grinned wickedly at the oxymoron, but he walked over to the antibiotic drawer again, this time for his poor, punished penis. One way or another, Hermione was going to use up his supply of ointment in short order.


“Lucius? Are you okay? Did you yell?” Hermione wandered into the bathroom covering a big yawn with her little hand while trying to push her hair out of her face. She still only wore Lucius’ socks.


Lucius turned away from her so she wouldn’t see her handiwork, “I saw a spider and it startled me.”


Hermione woke up a bit at that, “If you don’t want to tell me, fine but that has to be the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard. Wow! You have little half moon marks on your butt. Did you know that? They’re kind of red still.” She bent down to look more closely at her husband’s behind and reached out to touch the red marks. “How did you get those?” Hermione straightened up and stared at her spouse.


Lucius threw over his shoulder, “I screwed this crazy little witch the other night and she dug her nails into me. I think she was trying to stuff all six feet of me entirely into her crotch. Unfortunately, I was too big to fit.” Lucius was attempting to apply the ointment without Hermione noticing his covert application. Lucius looked down at what he was doing just at the wrong moment and missed Hermione moving.


Hermione slid around him and saw him slathering antibiotic cream on his dick. “Oh, sweetums, does oo have an owie on oo ding-dong?” Hermione snickered as Lucius jumped. He hadn’t heard her come around him and he glared at her teasing remark.


“I WAS trying to spare you the knowledge that you may have maimed me for life. Look at it! I’m all red and it hurts when I…um…have to use the loo. That’s why I yelped. It’s bad enough that you have likely caused me irreparable damage, but for you to make fun of me…Hey! I said look at it, not touch it! Hands off!” Lucius had been no proof against the ‘ding-dong’ word and he was failing miserably at squelching his completely undignified grin. Plus the antibiotic ointment was fast taking the sting out of his most tender spot and he was ready to enjoy Hermione’s good humor.


Hermione looked at his abused appendage gravely, ostentatiously tucking her hands behind her back, “I believe I should kiss it and make it better. I hope that antibiotic ointment comes in a good flavor.”


Lucius twisted his groin away from his determined wife. “Oh, no. Not until I recover. Maybe in five or six weeks. Maybe.”


“Well at least let me put a bandage on it. You can’t wear your trousers without knickers the way you like, because the fabric will chafe you something awful.” Hermione playfully tried to reach for his crotch as he ole’d himself away again, like a bullfighter with his cape. His concerted attempts to play ‘keep away’ with his dick started her laughing, loving the sight of him being lighthearted for once without being guarded about it.


His pale eyes lit up with merriment. Didn’t she know the slight abrasion of his trousers all day was a desirable side benefit? She was so naïve. He grabbed both her hands in his, pulling her arms around his waist and diving in for a kiss. His happy peck turned into a longer exploration of Hermione’s tongue, and on to cataloging each tooth and the top, bottom and sides of her mouth. Pretty soon they were both panting and feeling rather woozy from each other’s scents.


Now he had another problem – a raging hard-on that he was reluctant to slide into his wife because of the abrasion. He had been squeezing her tush rhythmically while he was kissing her and she was well past ready for him, her inner muscles clenching fruitlessly on emptiness. Lucius indulgently offered, “My first line of offense is out of commission for a day or so, but I still have my tongue and my fingers. At your service, precious. Which would you prefer?”


“Both,” Hermione said promptly. She rushed Lucius back into the bedroom and scurried up onto the mattress, almost dragging him up by main force. He willingly hiked himself onto the mattress beside her and leaned over her, returning to his increasingly lascivious kissing. At once his hand started to rove southward on a rambling journey, first exploring her breasts with firm squeezes and applying solid pinches to the crests just as she liked it. When he heard her begin to moan, he trailed his hand down farther and invaded her navel with his pinky, while putting one leg over both of hers to hold her down.


While he was kissing her, his hand stopped for a second and he flicked his wrist toward the bathroom. A small object floated to him and he palmed it, unbeknownst to Hermione. His other hand slid into her hair, petting her as he continued to roam across her stomach and lower. Hermione gasped with pleasure as Lucius sent his fingers into her cleft, bringing up her honey and spreading it around her labia. She wasn’t always feeling his finger, however. He was lubricating the object as well as her body, and he repositioned his leg to hold her legs apart firmly. Lucius took the small plug and suddenly inserted it into her anus before she could squeeze up to keep it out, then he slid three fingers into her core, plying them thoroughly into her slick, swollen channel.


Hermione jerked with surprise. She grabbed Lucius’ shoulders, disengaging her mouth from his. “Lucius, what is that?” she wiggled her backside, trying to dislodge the plug.


“That, my dear is going to be pure pleasure. Trust me. Please?”


Hermione stilled for a moment. How many times had she decided after the fact that Lucius knew what he was doing sexually? She nodded and relaxed under him.


Lucius twisted his fingers inside Hermione’s core, making her shiver as his digits came up against the foreign object inside her derriere. He added his thumb to the mix, flicking it against her sensitive nubbin of nerves until she was so completely focused on her crotch an entire Quidditch team could have flown through the window and landed and she wouldn’t have noticed.


Lucius murmured, “You are so special, precious. Move for me, open for my fingers, show me what you like best. This?” Lucius pressed his thumb into her clit making her heartbeat stutter, then escalate.


“Lucius, I need…I need…Lucius!! Deeper, Lucius, more…ah, ah Gods! Lucius,” Hermione’s voice trailed away into incoherence, her sounds mere gasps of breath. Her tiny hands crumpled his green satin sheet as she twisted and moaned with unbridled pleasure.


He simultaneously added a fourth finger and splayed them all, some against the back wall of her sheath rubbing the plug and some hitting her right on her sweet spot. He pistoned his fingers in and out driving Hermione into the most delicious despair, reaching for her nirvana but not quite achieving it.


Lucius was holding her on the edge, not letting her go over until Hermione begged him, “Enough!” she was barely whimpering, almost inarticulate. Shakily she let go of the sheet and slid her hand down his morning whiskery cheek, “Please, my love,” she whispered to her mate.


He was so surprised that he let her fall off the cliff into a climax that seemed to go on and on. Lucius stared at his wife in consternation and wonder. He was so flummoxed that he forgot to take the plug out.


Hermione pulled his arms around her and with a little burrowing movement, settled under him and dropped off into a deep sleep.


Lucius looked down at his blissfully sleeping spouse, petting her soft, curly locks as he tried to puzzle out what she had called him. He’d been called all sorts of things including ‘my love’ by any number of females over the years. In each instance there had been a purpose, not always evident right away. He could hope all he wanted, but only time would tell him if there was any true sincerity in his wife’s endearment. He tucked her alluring sobriquet into a corner of his mind to be treasured another day.


When Hermione finally awoke an hour later, Lucius was gone and the bed was cold. She stretched and felt for the odd object that her husband had pushed into her butt. It was gone too. She wallowed on his bed, sublimely happy. Her husband was learning to play and loosen up his quick mind, using it for teasing and joking as well as finances and political chicanery.


She had always admired his looks, while deprecating most everything else about him. But times change, and another Lucius was starting to emerge within their marriage. Someone she liked very well. Someone she wanted for the father of her children. Someone who offered torrid sex, but who hadn’t once been truly sadistic or vicious to her, instead showing her new, voluptuous experiences that were starting to draw something hidden out of her. Someone she could love.


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A lighter chapter for a change. Maybe I should have served lite beer to go with it? Oh, well, too late now (picks up empty bottles scattered all over the chapter as I try to find one that hasn't been opened, with no luck - that'll teach me to offer refreshments before the chapter starts).

Sorry, folks, I did try but I just couldn't keep those two out of bed. I even maimed Lucius and it didn't make an iota of difference. I'm beginning to think these wizard and witch types must have bunny blood. Could that be the secret definition of Pureblood? Makes sense to me...

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