Beyond the Veil -- COMPLETE

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Updated 6-7-08


At long last, the chapter you've been waiting for. Lucius and Hermione both thank you for understanding that they needed to feel this step was right for both of them. They've sent a giant box of chocolates and gallons of lemonade for all of you to indulge in while you enjoy the show. Oh, and Lucius winked at you.

To my Ravishing Reviewers:

LadyBlueEyes – The bathwater isn’t too cold yet and Lucius is waiting. Have at him.

helensgirl – Aw, tantrums mean you care. How could I object to that? LadyBlueEyes is in the hipbath with Lucius but there is probably room if you asked her to move over. Or you could sit on Lucius’ lap.

Clare1984 – I hope after this next chapter your mind will be made up that it was time for the tension to break. Oooh yeah, I’d pay to see Lucius wet from his bath, too. Thank you for the birthday wish!

Coraline – I appreciate the birthday wish and it’s nice to hear from you again. I’m not withholding the lemons anymore. Hope you enjoy.

Heidi191976 – Thank you. I hope you like the next chapter.

Sisterae – I agree that Lucius, for all his faults, is good for Hermione – as she will be for him. He’s already very attracted – her mind and body are equal magnets.

angeleye68 – Some think I’ve built the sexual tension into an Egyptian pyramid - lasting forever LOL. I’m glad you like the storyline and the descriptions. I must admit I favor Lucius’ posterior also. Its sneaks into most of my stories. I’m definitely a ‘buttwoman’.

Jocy – Thank you for the birthday wish. I’m so pleased you like the story. I hope this chapter meets expectations.

Shiv – I apologize for teasing you, Shiv. I respect your writing immensely and wouldn’t do anything ‘unnice’ on purpose. Do you think Lucius should have jumped Hermione a lot earlier?

meankitty69 – Ooh, I can vicariously feel that tea almost through the nose. Ouch. Poor Lucius and his ‘new leaf’ program. It may be doomed to fail. I don’t know where that periscope idea came from, honest. Vivid imagination??

winters – I appreciate your review. There is a lot more plot to come. And lemons. But definitely plot.

bennacienna@yahoo.com - Lemon coming up!

Ravenna – Can you tell Lucius is my favorite character? I’m grateful JKR didn’t expand his character too much. It gives me such leeway I can play with him to my heart’s content.

blue artemis – I envisioned that hipbath as very comfortable for two. And those two aren’t quite finished with it yet.

Pajama Pants – Thank you for acknowledging my birthday and I agree that bathwater is probably steaming right about now.

Muffy – They’re enjoying the bath quite a lot. Read on for more.

PutrescentQueen – Believe it or not, I got the gift of pleasure from posting the last chapter. To tell the truth, I adore words and I’m a bit of a grammarian and spelling freak. Blame it on my ninth grade English teacher. Strangely, Lucius’ conversation is easy for me.

Citten – What!!?! You think 22 chapters were too many to wait for Lucius to make love to Hermione? I. AM. CRUSHED. LOL

Tambrathegreat – The singing ‘Happy Birthday’ was lovely. Yes, Hermione is in for an education. And she did hurt his feelings a bit until she explained herself better.

FlowersBecomeScreens – Well, I think the nooses were being thrown over the tree limbs if this next chapter didn’t have some relief from the sexual tension. Luckily I probably won’t swing in the breeze, unless the lemon isn’t enough. I’m not good at PWPs. I wish I were. I don’t think you have to bean Hermione for being uptight. Not with Lucius on the job. My HUMOR ‘warning’ was more of a description, I guess. If I don’t set the bar with this next chapter, you’ll find me at the bar.

doodle – I like good grammar. I go overboard sometimes when I see, “Jim gave the ball to Bobby and I.” Grrr. I’ll just think of crimson periscopes and relax.

Bluezauza – That periscope has gotten a lot of interest. Me included!

Tenar10r – Uh, did “Gah” mean frustration? Or wanting to dip in the tub with Lucius, ‘cause I have a line forming.

pumkin – Thank you for the birthday greeting. Yes, this would be the chapter. Read on. 8-)

sheherazade – You know I always give Lucius some measure of doubt and leeway, while never making him terribly sweet and noble. And my personal preference is to whitewash any of the more violent tendencies the Death Eaters got up to, at least Lucius and Snape. I hope to equal the last chapter with this next one.

Angelprince – I think we are all developing an appreciation for periscopes, LOL. I think Hermione is going to straighten up veeeery soon.

Utopia – I’ll work on multiple flower sprays for the knickers. Lucius is a bona fide clotheshorse. Hessian boots with tassels were the crème de la crème for the time period. He is nothing if not at the forefront of fashion – in any time period. It’s one of his quirks. And I’m thinking most everyone likes their hair washed by someone else.

Stormflora – Your comments reassure me that not everyone was out looking for hemp and a handy tree. I’m sure I’m mostly being kindly teased, but I like that you enjoy the story on several levels. I hope this next chapter has enough lemon for the discerning palate.

Scary Bear Hair – Yes, it was fun in the bathtub. I had my scuba gear on and was analyzing the periscope situation from below the bubbles LOL. Thank you for the compliments. They’re worth a lot from another author with your talent.

Rini – Yeah, I think Hermione has noticed that Lucius is domineering. She just retaliates in her own way. I’m sure Lucius had a conditioning spell for his hair. Oh dear, sorry about your exam. Was the subject difficult?

Josie – I’m through teasing, although I haven’t seen it as teasing. To me the story forced itself to play out this way. I was as surprised as anyone that those two took this long. The Character Muse runs the story once it begins on the computer. I’m just the scribe at that point. If you saw it play out, maybe you have a Muse in you, too. And thank you for the birthday mention.

Thank you all for the birthday greetings. I had a lovely day with a family dinner at the Cheesecake Factory, a favorite restaurant of mine, here in California.


And now...
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Chapter Twenty-Three

Bedtime


Lucius leaned forward through the waning soap bubbles and slipped his hand behind Hermione’s neck, holding her still for his marauding mouth. He almost smiled against her mouth when he discovered he was meeting with no resistance and a great deal of enthusiasm, if somewhat untutored. Lucius brushed his own mouth over hers once, twice, then settled into a deeper exploration of her soft, yielding lips, sighing at the sweet-tasting portal and embedding his tongue, flicking it lasciviously around the interior, discovering each tooth, the sides of her mouth, and her timid but responsive tongue as it met his, sliding and licking and driving him onward. His hands couldn’t stay still, the one behind her neck arrowing down into the water and pulling her rear more firmly against his raging hard-on.

At her introduction to his thick, hot staff poking and slipping on her belly and lower, Hermione jerked in surprise, but his smooth, sultry onslaught of her mouth, nipping and licking, stilled any thought of resistance. Hermione wrapped her arms around those masculine shoulders and clung to her husband, trying to press her own petite frame even closer to the burgeoning reaction of her mate. Her mate. Hermione’s heart gave a happy lurch and she disengaged her mouth from his for a second to grin. She couldn’t help it – she was so thrilled she just needed to see his face up close. Husband. Hers. So beautiful. Ummm, so sexy!

Lucius blinked at the sudden departure of the erotic experience he was fast drowning in and gazed back at the little female who was so precisely what and who he wanted in his bed. He wanted in her. Her unabashed grin brought an echoing one to his face and they laughed together, both on fire and both deliriously happy to be where they were – with each other. His other hand slid down her front and covered one of the Tahitian twins, currently adorned only by soap bubbles. He’d been promising himself he would possess those soft monuments to womanhood and he watched her face as he rubbed his thumb across one swollen nub.

“Oh!” Hermione breathed, “Luuucius!”

It wasn’t a brilliant oratory, but to Lucius, it had all the allure of the Hallelujah Chorus. His wife liked his hand on her; she wasn’t trying to pry him off. The marital bedroom door was opening on an evening well beyond what Lucius had even dared to dream he could persuade his new wife into for a wedding night. He’d had visions of a reluctant acceptance of him in the dark under the sheets as she pulled her granny nightgown up to her waist and stoically endured masculine groping.

She had been so negative toward him during their time together, he hadn’t held out much hope of anything more for the evening. He knew even such a reluctant mating would likely set their sex life back when she felt his considerable size straining her after ten years of her small, feminine digits, if she even pleasured herself that way - unless that Artifacts section where she worked had some life-sized fertility symbols being put to unofficial use. It was why he had attempted the bath as a way to loosen her up. His unexpected success was going straight to his groin in massive waves of throbbing titillation.

A deeply gratified Lucius cupped her breast in his palm, then circled his hand around on the surface, pressing and molding her sensitive flesh, ending with a twisting pinch on the peak. His masterful touch jerked her hips forward, involuntarily massaging his tool and further pulling his sex strings. He nibbled his way across her cheek and chin, migrating down her neck to her collarbone, licking the delicate line from one side of her body to the other before he lifted her torso with a hand under her firm, little rear. Then he slid his mouth down to cover the pinched nipple as it rose out of the water, soothing it with gentle swirls of his tongue round and round the hard little berry. He sent the palm not keeping Hermione floating above the water to test the weight and pliancy of her second breast before it got the same twist and pinch. Lucius heard some breathless squeaks as he circled his long fingers around the second breast, squeezing it up and out, then he transferred his mouth to that rosy nub, feeding on it voraciously with hard sucks and tiny nips that made Hermione moan helplessly and scissor her legs against Lucius under the water, wanting something more from him. A lot more.

The new Mrs. Malfoy shamelessly rubbed her feminine mound against his moving staff the best she could in the slippery confines of the tub, finally letting go of his shoulders and plunging her fingers down into the water to catch hold of her illusive target. Her little palms skated along the impressive length of her husband’s cock, feeling the plump tip which she remembered from other glimpses and her ointment trick, stroking sensually down either side of the thick shaft and ending with that male softness she’d felt on her toes a few minutes ago. She’d seen but hadn’t touched that part of him before; she loved the soft fluidity of his heavy testicles in her hands, molding them and rubbing the sensitive globes against each other, feeling them tighten before abandoning them to measure his length again.

Lucius sucked in a tortured breath, letting go of his 'berried' treasure with a pop and a loud groan, caught up in the sweep of his wife’s questing fingers exactly where he wanted them to go. When she got to his balls he shuddered with desire so intense he thought he would black out. It had been so long since he’d had a female’s tactile attention to his masculine tackle, he wasn’t entirely sure he could survive the bolts of erotic lightning slamming through him. He hadn’t let the low class whore touch his privates with her hands, wondering at himself at the time, but now he knew why. This was what he wanted – this petite woman’s touch - and it was so much more than he had expected.

He’d been attracted to her early on, thinking it was merely sexual deprivation that would make him want his longtime nemesis, but he couldn’t seem to separate himself from her physically or emotionally. He hadn’t truly even wanted to try – and she’d said something similar. Maybe it was the Veil, but if this was the Veil’s doing, he was all for it. If the Veil was looking out for his libido this well, Lucius would relax and go along for the ride.

The blond wizard decided to return the favor of Hermione’s talented fingers, swooping down under the foam and finding the juncture of her legs. He tentatively covered her mound, palming her for a few seconds to see what her reaction would be, and got a lusty bite on his shoulder for his efforts. Her whispered ‘more’ settled the question and Lucius dipped a finger into the slick folds of her crevice, discovering to his delight that it wasn’t the water making her wet. She was generating her own emollient in healthy amounts, perfect for the foray he was planning between those plump petals.

Lucius gently parted her with two fingers, holding the sides apart as he ran the two fingers up and down the opened sides of her cleft. He avoided the seat of her pleasure, earning him another bite on his shoulder as she squirmed up against his digits angling for better coverage, breathing his name in tortured entreaty, “Luuuuucius”.

Hermione squeezed his personal property in remonstration at his delaying tactics, but it only caused a cessation of his slow, sliding touch. In retaliation, Lucius lifted her up and placed her sideways on his lap, lifting her above the water line, “Squeezing is good, but not as a punishment, kitten. I wasn’t through enjoying my wife yet. Shall you like a small punishment in return?” Her husband’s fine-featured face suddenly flashed with blazing erotic intent. “Spread your legs,” he mandated curtly. “Wider.” He tapped her thighs apart. “That’s better. Now put your hands behind your head and lay back over my arm.” His pale eyes stabbed hers in demand, sending a shivery thrill through the little witch as he placed her calves over the side of the hipbath to dangle.

“Lucius, I want to touch, too. I’ll feel like I’m on display as a…a thing, a slave.” Hermione huffed, but she put her hands behind her head as Lucius had directed, embarrassed by her position, but increasingly turned on by her sexual vulnerability at the same time. She relaxed even more when Lucius’ hand rediscovered her woman’s notch splaying it farther apart and stretching the skin salaciously. His wintry eyes trailed back down her body to her cleft. Gods, she felt wanton and more and more aroused, seeing Lucius so thoroughly engrossed in her feminine core, gazing at her delicate offering as though he were a sultan looking at his favored odalisque.

It was very flattering and very exciting to think that this utterly gorgeous man was so rapt at her standard-issue equipment. Hermione remembered this was a wizard who had just spent twelve years without even a single female and she shouldn’t be so thrilled but she didn’t care. He’d married her. Her! Hermione Granger, not some Pureblood, ethereal creature of his own stratum. She bit her lip at the indecent inquisition her secret place was being subjected to. Sweet hell, that felt good! How did he know to do that? The wicked feelings she was luxuriating in made her reel with raw sensation and her eyes closed to better savor the libidinous ripples pulsing through her body.

Hermione’s eyelids sank as she drifted into the exquisite sexual lethargy her new marital master’s fingers were inciting. I’m lost and he knows... ooh, I want him and he knows… he can take me, I want him to take me…and he knows…he…knows… Her eyes shut on the breathless sensations whirling through her as clever, elegant fingers found all the surface nooks and crannies that shot sparks everywhere inside her.

“Eyes open, Hermione. I want you to watch what I do to you,” Lucius’ voice was gravelly with his arousal, but he was obviously adamant about his command, his frost-colored eyes impaling hers again. “Now, Hermione!” he barked and her eyes popped open again under the force of his determination.

Hermione inhaled in wonder at the tidal wave of sexual energy surging through her at his husky, forceful demand. Her own voice husky with heat, she murmured, “Yes, Lucius,” and focused her eyes on his long, elegant fingers spreading her sex wide, testing, pinching, stretching her pliancy. He instantly repositioned her, her back to his front so she was reclining on his chest, her hips suspended over his, making her body rise out of the water completely. She stiffened for a minute, but then quickly settled into the new position the wizard was asking of her, draped over him. It allowed him to free his second hand and both hands aggressively dove in between her widespread legs, now slung over and held apart by his knees. She watched in bemusement, her hands still behind her head, breasts thrust forward, as one set of male fingers again pulled her folds wide apart while the other began the lazy stroking again. Up, down, up, down, never touching her clit, driving her demented, increasing her heart rate and her breathing almost to a hummingbird’s beat.

“Lucius,” she moaned, the erotic friction of his fingers riveting to her senses, “please. Please!” She slipped her hands up behind Lucius’ neck rather than keeping them behind her own and grasped onto his nape and wet hair in an increasing frenzy of want fueled by the steady, methodical motion of his touch. She couldn’t keep still and tried to bounce on his thighs in her agitation, but his hand splitting her mound kept her from moving more than a few millimeters. As his stroking continued, he made a slight addition. His questing fingers slid down into her core on every down stroke, farther inside each time, eliciting a strangled scream and now Hermione wiggled uncontrollably on Lucius, grinding her bum down onto his rigid length and unconsciously urging him into testing her with three fingers instead of two.

He abandoned his rigid hold on her and she went wild, her hands flying downward to cover his and encouraging his touch to go deeper inside her channel. “More, oh, ooooh, Luuuucius. More!” the little witch demanded and Lucius gave her more. He finally concentrated on her clit with one hand while the other burrowed inside with three long fingers making her core weep. Hermione whimpered in her erotic extremis, panting as her clit was treated to a succession of flicks, pinches and lastly a hard-pressing thumb, capped by the gentle scrape of a fingernail over the swollen, clamoring bundle of nerves and that was the end for Hermione.

She bucked so hard she nearly fell off Lucius’ lap and what was left of the water sloshed heavily over the sides of the tub. Lucius avoided her head thrashing backwards and held her as her body shuddered and twitched; her shrill cries of completion made the bedroom chandelier’s crystals shiver and her hands clutched Lucius’ forearms so hard he figured he was in for some bruising. Ah, but it was all worth it. When she finally sank into a dreamy lassitude, he spent a moment burying his face in her wild curls, relishing her torrid response to his initial effort.

With all the water play, they were both beginning to look a bit wrinkled so Lucius stood up with his limp bride in his arms, stepped out of the tub and set her on her feet, then turned to reach for a linen towel. He wrapped her in its length, accio’d his wand and dried the excess water off both her and himself.

Hermione leaned drunkenly on his chest in the dim firelight, her wobbly legs unable to keep her upright on her own, but Lucius felt little licks of her pink tongue idly gathering up escaped droplets of water on his pectorals and Lucius was bewitched, literally, as he smiled down on her mesmerizing honey brown curls and sifted his fingers through them. She’d just had her first taste of his expertise as a lover, but it certainly wasn’t going to be her last on her wedding night. She was so pliant in his arms she felt almost boneless to him, a great beginning to the night’s activities; he couldn’t decide where to begin with his new toy. Perhaps Hermione had a preference. No, he quickly decided, she needed him to be in control tonight while she just relaxed and enjoyed her new reality.

He carried her over to the massive bed and yanked the covers down with one hand, discovering with a hastily muffled epithet his uncle had extremely vulgar taste in bed sheets to go with his artwork. Lucius cringed at the lurid, bright green paisley of the sheets; he would change them tomorrow, but tonight it wasn’t important. He was, however, thankful Hermione wasn’t paying any attention to the bilious sheets of their marriage bed. It was rather dark in the room, lit only by the fire so perhaps she wouldn’t notice.

He lay her down as though she were made of the finest Venetian crystal, pulling the toweling from under her and settling her under the top sheet tenderly. Her eyes were closed and a sappy grin was plastered on her rosy, swollen mouth where Lucius had kissed her into oblivion before sending her into orbit. A gentle sigh gusted from between her well-used lips and she snuggled into the pillow and under the sheet as though she expected to sleep now. Lucius mirrored her grin with one somewhat more devious – his little madam wasn’t sleeping any time soon. He was still brandishing a fierce erection, waving turgidly in the breeze and pointing at the chandelier. No, she wasn’t going to sleep quite yet.

He dropped his towel and padded around the bed, climbing in and sliding across under the sheets until he came up against his very contented wife who merely sighed and snuggled against his masculine heat, unaware that she wasn’t finished with her wedding night. If she’d had any unexploded brain cells left, she would have known that Lucius wasn’t finished, but he had quite thoroughly blasted them all to perdition along with her preconceived notions of sex so at the moment she wasn’t thinking about much at all. At Lucius’ first touch, she smiled mistily, feeling grateful and warm and slightly buzzed, but her eyes remained closed. All she did was inhale that hypnotic lime and Lucius smell that never quite left him, and a wash of safety added to the mix of her satisfied feelings.

Lucius gently began another slow breaching of her body’s nerve endings, this time creating a gentle circular pattern with his palm on her stomach, not touching anything arousing, but accustoming her to his male touch in bed. He was careful not to poke his pulsing expectations into her side; for now he didn’t want to give her any hint of what more was yet to come. This was probably unhappy territory for her and he understood it wouldn’t do to rush his fences if he wanted her to respond to him in their shared sleeping arrangements. There was no way she was sleeping anywhere but with him and he didn’t want to give her any arguments for choosing to have separate bedrooms.

In order to shelter his shy bride, Lucius had doused the light orbs by the bed and the chandelier before getting into the bath, so the dimly lit room was his ally as he plotted his wife’s next initiation by the flickering flames of the fire. His hand continued its leisurely circular movement on Hermione’s tummy while he introduced one of his knees over both of hers and simultaneously ran his other hand under her hair to her nape, cupping it and bringing her face to his for another guided tour of mouths by tongues.

Hermione sighed into his mouth, readily opening hers to the recently learned delight of his osculatory expertise. Damn, but her wizard could kiss. How could the Ministry have locked that talent away from the world for twelve years? Hermione was sinking fathoms deep into the sensual world behind his lips almost before Lucius could do much more than tangle his tongue with hers. This time she surprised him by sending her tongue into his mouth in a bold imitation of what he’d taught her, shooting the blond wizard’s blood pressure skyward.

Her hand floated up to touch his hair and he felt a soft stroking of her fingers through the strands, massaging his scalp as she’d done in the bath. His penis was throbbing so badly by that time, he was nearly incoherent with need, his desire at fever pitch. As her hands stroked his hair, his began stroking lower on her belly, touching the edge of her honey-brown fleece, then dipping into her briefly before returning to her belly. His finger forays mimicked his tongue’s explorations, mesmerizing Hermione with twin tendrils of touch, bewitching her with a renewed need of her own.

Lucius’ recurring touch finally bore fruit. Hermione took his hand and solidly placed it where she had received such pleasure once before, opening her thighs as an inducement. “Please, Lucius,” she murmured against his lips.

Lucius took her at her word and cast his net of erotic persuasion wider and deeper, fully immersing his digits in her warm, wet sheath to the sweet sound of her bliss while traveling down her neck and chest with his dancing tongue, finding, then capturing and devouring one of her sensitive nipples in a shocking, forceful suck and delivering to the other a hard strum that drew a confused cry of mild distress immediately swamped by a wild, primitive stimulation unlike any previous experience Hermione had ever had.

Hermione felt like she was going to explode if Lucius didn’t do something to put out the conflagration soon. She was burning up! At long last she gave him what he wanted; she yanked on his shoulder mutely asking him to cover her petite body with his own. Lucius didn’t need a second invitation; he rose over his wife and kneed her legs apart, finding his niche easily. He centered his staff and gently began the invasion he’d been angling for all evening. Then he stopped.

Hermione’s mewl of displeasure told him she was ready for him, but he needed to accomplish one more task. He had waited patiently all evening long to bring her to this point in his sensual world and he had meant to cover this first at dinner, but they had argued, and then in the bath, but that was before her little squeezing punishment had scattered his intent along with his wits. That it had to come so late was, therefore, her fault for squeezing him so salaciously. She was also no sheltered virgin and had to take responsibility in equal shares. He really would rather not have to introduce the topic at all, knowing the result it would have, but he had to do it. “Hermione, my dear, we have to discuss contraception and we have to do it now.”

Hermione’s eyes snapped open as she tumbled headlong off her fantasy cloud. This was reality in its most potent form. “Oh my sweet Goddess, why now? Well, I mean, I know why now, but couldn’t we have discussed this at dinner?” She was nearly cross-eyed with wanting him inside her and now he had to balk. “Well? Discuss!”

“You certainly could have brought it up. I’m not alone here. But my question is this: are you willing to possibly conceive from me tonight?” Lucius prodded her core a bit with his tumescence, making her growl with frustration.

“If I say no, what will you do?”

“I’ll charm you against conception, then we can continue. It’s your choice tonight, but I had to ask. I suspect you hadn’t thought about it at all.”

Hermione’s sexual haze was diminishing some and she was feeling acute disappointment. She tried to be angry with her husband but this was as much her fault as his. Maybe more. At least he had stopped before there was no decision left to make. Perhaps he didn’t want her to have his babies. She eyed him with some misgiving, her hurt qualms plain on her face.

“Hermione, now is not the time to start wondering if I want children with you. I married you already knowing, if you didn’t, that children would likely be part of our relationship. If I’m the true heir, I’ll want children to carry on my name. Surely you can understand my stance. You’ve lived with the knowledge of the Malfoy dynasty shoved in your face for many years.”

“I suppose so,” she said, completely disgruntled at the monumental string attached to her newly wedded state. “I guess there’s no free lunch,” she repined unwisely, feeling a little reprisal was in order for his postponement of her pleasure.

“Am I to infer that I am that lunch you must pay for? Perhaps the price of this lunch is too much for your delicate sensibilities. I’ve never considered myself to be such a mundane commodity before. You definitely have a way of keeping me humble.” Lucius was hovering above his little witch-wife on his elbows while they ironed out the heavy-duty dynasty detail as she coincidentally ironed his ego flat.

Hermione was running her hands up and down Lucius’ back as they spoke, making little whorling patterns on his skin. “For tonight can you run that charm? Quickly? I find I’m very hungry for my luscious lunch and I think there’s a big salami waiting for me.” She sniggered and pulled his head down, licking his lips with her marauding tongue. “Maybe we can make a sandwich.” She bumped up against his slightly wilted enthusiasm, “I just need a bit of time to come to terms with the idea of being the mother of your babies. I’ve always wanted children, so you don’t have to convince me of that.”

“So it’s only my babies you need to come to terms with? It’s a good thing I started off this marriage with a healthy ego. I think if we stop talking now I may wake up tomorrow with a smidgen left.” His words carried a bit of censure but his eyes sparkled with some amusement at their situation.

“I guess that came out less complimentary than I meant it. I just don’t want to have to make the decision to start a baby tonight, that’s all. Tomorrow is another day.” Hermione found her way into the top of Lucius’ butt crack with her fingers, trying to distract him from the conversation. It created all the distraction she could have asked for and more.

“Another time,” he growled, giving Hermione more to worry about. What did he mean, another time?

“Accio wand!” Lucius grabbed his wand from the air where it hovered and cast a quick charm on Hermione’s body, then placed his wand on one of the nightstands near the bed.

“My turn, I think.” Lucius nudged himself into her entrance, feeling her tighten up her body against his thick intrusion and he stilled, “Relax, kitten, or it will hurt instead of feeling good. If you can’t trust me as a father to your children, maybe for now you can at least trust me as your husband.”

Hermione sucked in a shocked breath, “Lucius, I never said that. I trust you in all ways.” She was surprised to understand that it was true, she did trust him. She lifted a tiny hand to soothe the side of his face as she earnestly looked into his icy eyes, seeing way down deep, the wound she’d heedlessly dealt him with her reticence. “Listen to me - please. I only want to discuss when we should start a family, not if. I’m just stupid in not thinking ahead. I got surprised with a marriage I didn’t expect and then you sprang the idea of children on me. I’m still reeling from you actually wanting to marry me, a Muggleborn. You wanting Halfblood children isn’t what I’d ever have expected to hear.”

Lucius’ niggling hurt subsided as he took in what she was saying. He hadn’t seen it from her point of view. He had sprung a lot on her - having decided what he wanted, he’d gone after it, just as he always did. Maybe his new leaf program had a few hidden crevasses he hadn’t thought through. His predatory nature hadn’t been as blunted as he’d thought.

Lucius leaned down and offered a silent kiss of peace, letting his talented tongue speak for him by gently invading her mouth and tenderly petting her tongue with his own. He felt Hermione’s fingers sift through his hair and bring his mouth even closer with a tentative pressure on the back of his head.

“Make love to me, Lucius,” Hermione whispered as his lips moved on to her cheek, then neck. She tried to relax her natural inclination to tense up at the blunt, hard invasion of his body sliding inside hers. He was so hot, so solid, covering her with his tall, taut body - so much bigger than she. The sheer weight of him blanketing her brought a sense of rightness – his size, his warmth, his scent – suddenly she just wanted to climb inside this man and curl up and stay there, safe, protected…loved? This teary feeling was so different from the other two men in her life. This time it was right, so right.

She let her muscles go lax as she felt the increasing pressure of Lucius’ desire, his need, his male passion fill her, deeper, so deep, so far up inside she hadn’t known she had that much to offer him, but somehow he fit. They came together with mutual sighs and Lucius held himself still a moment to allow them both the luxury of being physically one, the erotic connection escalating two heartbeats with their rapt fascination at their intimately joined bodies…their spellbound fascination with each other.

Oh, my sweet Goddess Hermione reveled in her salaciously stretched passage, When I landed in that cow pasture with this man, I would never, ever have thought…oh, my Gods, this is so…he’s soooo - Her happily disjointed musings were brought to a screeching halt as Lucius began to move.

“Ssssss,” Hermione’s unintelligible reaction to her blond mate’s deep pressure at the back of her canal brought a shared euphoria of the senses as Lucius speared his wife’s tumbled curls at her temples with long, slightly shaky fingers, holding himself up on his elbows. He felt her slide her small hands up his chest, finding his flat male nipples and rubbing her palms over them repeatedly, on autopilot, as he slowly began the exquisitely chafing journey of sliding himself out of her glory hole. As the tip of his penis neared the entrance, Hermione’s fingers latched onto Lucius’ pebble hard nipples, squeezing unconsciously in a silent signal for him not to leave. As if he could.

He hovered at the outstroke for milliseconds that felt like eons, then began the excruciatingly slow trip back, deeper and deeper until finally he filled her to capacity once more.

“Hermione,” Lucius crooned, his sex-roughened voice holding her in thrall as his trim, male weight held her down, “You belong to me now.” Masculine hips delivered a separate hot nudge, further seating his body within her.

“I…I do?” she squeaked, her mind so scattered she didn’t really comprehend what her husband was saying.

“Umhmm,” Lucius agreed, his mind buried inside that hot, liquid channel that was the focus of all his attention. He reached back and pulled one slim, feminine thigh up and wrapped it around his waist. Hermione got the idea and added the second thigh unasked. Lucius felt the young, strong muscles of his mate’s legs embracing him and abetting his fierce desire to press himself inside her up to his toes, but his buttocks muscles took over and forced the connection to end, easing him out of her once again. This time the return journey to paradise was a little faster and soon they had established a carnal rhythm that rose and fell with their constrained breaths as they both were enslaved by the delicious friction igniting their bodies.

The sensations escalated till finally Lucius was impaling his woman completely and smoothly on each stroke with Hermione egging him on with her heels on the backs of his thighs just under his bum, her breath hitching whenever he added a sinuous corkscrew motion to his thrusts. With her heels she could feel his butt muscles tensing and pumping as his powerful glutes gave her the reaming of her life.

Two voices melded together in delirious moans until at last Lucius could hear the little witch’s cries rising higher and higher as she neared her peak and he knew enough to keep the pace steady as her voice lapsed into a succession of “yes, yes, yes, yessssssss,” but otherwise was totally incoherent. Then her fingernails bit into his shoulders and she went completely rigid, her body bowing up in an arc and a piercing scream telling him she was catapulting over the edge. Lucius continued with more steady strokes while she writhed in her climax, until finally her petite frame began to relax, then he sped up for himself.

“Gods, kitten, you’re so damn hot, I want you…ah, so good…so…gooood…” and then Lucius’ vocabulary sank to unintelligible erotic moans caught deep in his throat for the few seconds before his body tensed and he went rigid, burying himself as deeply inside as he could get before releasing his cum in such wrenching spasms, he whimpered from the pleasure-pain. The blond wizard’s body was wracked with shiver after shiver of uncontrollable muscle twitches as he slowly came down from his massive orgasm before unexpectedly slumping down on his tiny wife, unconscious.

“Lucius?” Hermione loved his weight, but she got apprehensive when he lay there inert for more seconds than she thought were good. She was just about to jostle him more strongly when he came to and shook his head.

“Hermione?” He looked down at the troubled face of his new bride and realized what had happened. He couldn’t stop his grin from surfacing before he got a smack from the tiny woman under him. “Am I crushing you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” But his grin stayed plastered to his face as he raised himself tiredly up on his elbows again.

“You don’t look like you’re sorry.” Hermione was still scared at her husband’s sudden loss of consciousness.

“Kitten, in your vast reading, have you never come across a reference to the Little Death or La Petite Mort?” He gently pulled himself out of his wife, still semi-erect, but understanding it was probably all her unused body could comfortably take for now. He could have gone again, but he felt he mustn’t be greedy and give her a disgust of the marriage bed. His grin widened – he thought that was now highly unlikely to happen.

“Is that going to happen every time?” Hermione shook her head, “I’ve never heard of that. Is it in a biology book?”

“I shouldn’t think so. Perhaps the books that mention it wouldn’t have been on your reading list.” Lucius settled by his wife’s side and pulled her against him, cupping her with his body from the side as she lay on her back. He slipped his arm over her rib cage and a proprietary knee over her thighs.

“Then what happened to you?”

“Sometimes after a strong orgasm, a person faints for a few seconds. It’s not harmful. I don’t think it’s ever happened to me before, though. I suspect you were privy to a cumulation of twelve years of abstinence catching up with me.”

“But you said you weren’t…uh, abstinent. Remember? The wanking?” Hermione shifted to look Lucius in the eye, “And what about the cheap lilac perfume lady?”

“No, I didn’t abstain in prison. Would you? I’m talking about truly enjoying lovemaking with a woman again. And my sex history isn’t any of your concern.”

“Maybe not before our marriage,” Hermione wanted to make herself very clear to her handsome spouse, “but it is now. I don’t know what your arrangement was with Narcissa, but I don’t share. If you want to help yourself to other women, consider that I will feel free to do the same.”

“You want to be with other women?”

“Lucius!” she growled, pushing his shoulder and making him laugh.

“Point taken. I will not take kindly to any other men around you so you can expect the same from me.”

“I could repeat your stupid joke, but I won’t bother.”

A soothing male palm began wandering over female hills and valleys, listening to sweet sighs and gentle hums, “Do you realize we’ve slept together every night since we arrived here?” a contented husband asked.

“Except for the night I was trapped in the bordello. Of course, you came to me then, too. So overall, that is a little odd, isn’t it,” a very relaxed wife agreed.

“And now we’ll be continuing the tradition for the next hundred or so years.” The female hills sprouted small hard peaks under the male palm.

Hermione snuggled into her husband’s side and wriggled her face under his chin. “You’re so warm and you smell so wonderful. Lime and Lucius and jasmine.” She suddenly cracked a huge yawn, “Oh, sorry. I’m so relaxed I’m falling asleep.” The female hills lost their peaks.

Lucius smiled into the tumbled locks of his bride and suddenly he was falling asleep, too. “We have a hundred years of tomorrows. There’s no hurry. Goodnight, my dear.” He closed his eyes and felt a light kiss at the point of his chin and suddenly he was so relaxed, so at peace, his body’s weight slowly gravitated toward his little witch and before his next breath he was sound asleep.

“G’night,” Hermione’s eyelids drooped and she was soon crashed for the night against her sexually sedated blond lover.


tbc...

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Did you enjoy the chocolates? The lemonade? How about the lemon? If there were any dry knickers left in the house, don't tell Lucius. He's rather proud of his expertise and I, for one, want him to continue displaying his prowess.

Reviews welcome. This chapter did NOT come with a dry-cleaning guarantee. Sorry.


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