Beyond the Veil -- COMPLETE

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Updated 6-13-08

Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. Now that Lucius and Hermione have broken the ‘ice’ as it were, I think we can expect more sex more often. Just not in every chapter. There has to be some plot for those who wonder what’s going on outside the bedroom. But our couple will become a lot closer.

LadyBlueEyes - I’m happy you liked Lucius’ performance as he made Hermione his. He was right about the bath loosening her up for ‘the kill’. LOL And, yes, they will find a few things to do out of the bedroom.

tambrathegreat – Lucius recognizes a worthwhile bed partner when he sees one. Spanking? Hermione spanking Lucius? Hmmm…

distinctlyME – Hope you and your fiancé had a lovely time. [winks]

angeleye68 – Lucius has bowed in response to your applause. He’s a bit of an exhibitionist at heart.

pumkin –Yes, finally. I’m glad it pleased you. Lucius has more in store, of course. Soon. (I know, everyone now hates that word…)

Heidi191976 – Thank you. Read on.

helensgirl – Sorry, there’s nothing in my budget for ruined computer chairs. Apply to Malfoy Industries. They’ll pay you out of their ‘slush’ fund. Heh, heh. And no tantrums needed. It won’t be another 23 chapters, so no worries.

meankitty69 – Yup, Hermione now has quite a ‘yardstick’ for comparison to her previous lovers. Lucius has barely scratched the surface of his wife’s potential.

sisterae – The timing wasn’t great for Lucius to bring up contraception, but Hermione also had the chance and she never thought of it. It was a bit of his ‘new leaf’ unfurling perhaps.

Citten – I agree that many problems arise from a lack of communication. I hope it doesn’t happen with our couple – no promises, though. Lucius has a hard time opening up – he’s a secretive sort – always has been. And let’s face it, he’s a bit patriarchal.

Muffy – Thank you! I hope you enjoy this next chapter as well.

Tenar10r – I suppose I should have told you about the ‘no dry-cleaning available’ issue at the beginning of the chapter. Apologies.

pittwitch – Thank you! Lucius served on a silver platter sounds good to me. Uh, what did you snack on?

angelprince – Oh, that was priceless. Poor hubby. Well, maybe not so much. Tell him he dreamt the name flub. And that morning erection? It does get mentioned this chapter.

blue artemis – I am happy you liked the last chapter on several levels – sexy, but our couple showed mutual respect for each other also. As you said.

pam – Welcome, Pam. I went to the Cheesecake Factory in the South Bay where I live. You went to SF State perhaps? I’m very happy you like my stories!

Scary Bear Hair – You could write this story. Why on earth do you think they’ll squabble some more? LOL Yeah, his erections sure do get around, don’t they? He may be robbing his brain of needed blood pressure too much, you think? His Azkaban prison sex experiences? You want slash? He’s just barely gotten in Hermione’s knickers. Or will anal do you? It IS in the warnings, you know.

Rini – Oooh, sorry about your hand. Ouchy! And bad timing. Thank you for the birthday greeting! If Lucius has insecurities, they aren’t about his sex life. Other things, possibly. Those life-sized fertility symbols were Hermione’s temptation tucked away in the basement of her workplace. I suspect she didn’t succumb, though. Lucius just has a dirty mind. Perhaps the Malfoy good taste begins with Lucius. It certainly didn’t occur with the dead uncle.

sheherazade – I suppose better before rather than after sex for a discussion of contraception although the timing stunk. I think ‘bedroom artistry’ is like riding a bike – once learned one doesn’t forget. LOL

jw – Well, happy birthday to you as well! Geminis unite! Jason Isaacs is also a Gemini 6-6-63. The timing could have been better about contraception, but it ran out.

Utopia - Here’s a drool rag for your ‘dribble’. I appreciate your ‘too good for words’.

Belas – Hello! The Veil is never discussed in the books so it’s open season on its function. I had fun with it. And Lucius succumbing to the little death seemed poetic. Except it worried naïve Hermione.

Lady Miya – Yes, there were a FEW who commented that the lemon was slow to show up. I’m so glad you’re enjoying the Lucius/Hermione pairing. To me it makes as much sense as the Snape/Hermione pairing. Snape was a bigger character in the books and not married, but I just remove the Narcissa detail and have a good time with my twosome. Snicker. I do love words and the obsolete ones from the Regency period in England make for more fun.

Next morning...

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Chapter Twenty-Four

Getting to Know You



The new Mrs. Malfoy was the first to awaken the next morning, her eyes fluttering open to her new surroundings. For a few seconds she was disoriented, the bed and furnishings all strange to her. Then memory took hold and she turned to look for Lucius.

She giggled softly at the sight of her new husband spread out face up and sprawled over nearly all of the large bed on top of the covers with only one foot tucked haphazardly under one corner. Apparently he didn’t need much covers and it was just as well, because most of them were wrapped cozily around her on the small corner of mattress that he wasn’t hogging. He was still sleeping and his very soft snoring rather soothed her with its guarantee that he was merely slumbering and not dead. His fainting spell the evening before had alarmed her. Hermione was fascinated by the well-formed male body on full display and she took the opportunity to look closely at all of him without clothing or water getting in the way.

Inquisitive brown eyes slowly took in every detail of the man she had married the night before, from a tangle of long blond hair spread over his pillow to the fine features of his face and the slight glinting hint of beard, on down past thick biceps and a sculptured torso with pecs topped by two round berry nipples riding on rosy disks, to a cute indented belly button set in the middle of washboard abdominals. She thought he might be a slight bit on the thin side, which made sense after twelve years of prison, but the man was still beautifully made. The belly button was the beginning of a thin, blond trail of hair that led from below a narrow male waist to what Hermione thought might become her favorite part of Lucius. In all its erect, reddish morning glory, the wizard’s main asset was quite impressive and Hermione marveled that she had managed to find room for it all within her. His male sac lay loose and long down between his open thighs.

She liked this view of her arrogant wizard very much; it made him much less intimidating lying flat on his back nude, without his elegant clothes and those incandescent eyes of his staring at her, making her feel small and ordinary when he loomed over her. On the other hand, seeing Lucius in the raw made his attractions as an elemental, virile male almost erotically suffocating to a little witch who had been starved of a masculine body for ten years. Hermione’s libido had not only been reawakened, it had been revved to overdrive and she wanted sex again with him tonight if possible. Lucius had proved he could provide assorted sensory delights that she now craved and she wanted more. Those muscled, flaxen-haired thighs and calves spread open across the bed were there for her personal use thanks to a wedding ceremony and she hoped to give them another good workout as living pistons again this evening. But first, a quick trip to the commode was in order.

Hermione unwound herself from her purloined bedcoverings, noticing for the first time the bilious green print on the sheets. She shuddered in disgust at the horrid color and pattern and skittered off the bed in relief, almost wanting to rub her skin clean where it had touched the ugly design. She was shocked that any Malfoy had such execrable taste – the Malfoys were usually rotters, but with exquisite style. However, she might have known from the vulgar paintings on the wall that good old deceased Uncle Malfoy would have all the discerning taste of a tomcat with two dicks.

As she turned to peruse more closely one of the lurid paintings just behind her while wriggling into her nightgown, the figures on the canvas started moving, performing the licentious act they were painted to do and giving Hermione a graphic education in a sex act she’d never even thought of. The commode was forgotten for the moment as Hermione’s eyes widened in fascinated curiosity.

Intrigued, she moved from painting to painting around the room and as she stood close in front of each one, the figures began enacting their particular perversion, only stopping when she moved back away again. The night before she must not have been standing close enough to make the pictures move; she was thankful for that as the raunchy depictions of flesh meeting flesh in a multitude of ways might have put her off going through with her wedding night. She definitely wasn’t put off now. Some of the artwork was repulsive, but there were several that Hermione thought she might like to try with the good-looking, oblivious wizard gently snoring in their bed.

Seeing all the indelicate squeezing and thrusting and biting taking place in the frames was making her hot and feeling rather unrefined herself. She was already deliciously sore, her woman’s core luxuriating in the echoes of the stretching it had received from the gloriously thick, elongated, dark red appendage currently lying in state on Lucius’ lower belly, rising and falling with his faintly sibilant breaths. She looked at the sleeping sorcerer, wondering about his willingness to try one or two of the interesting, if naughty, ideas from the pictures. She wasn’t sure, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. A big grin stretched her rosy lips as she scooped up her robe and hurried to the dressing area to take care of nature and freshen up.

Lucius suddenly woke when one of his soft, rasping snores caught in his throat, catapulting him into consciousness. He lay blinking in the morning-lit room much as his wife had, belatedly remembering where he was before sending a questing hand to the side, feeling for his new wife. When his hand came up empty he lifted up on one elbow and saw he was alone in the bed, only the putrid green sheet meeting his eyes where she should have been. Had Hermione escaped again, leaving him for that sorry apartment building and the hidden wall space? The sheets alone could have spooked her.

First things first. Lucius grabbed his wand from the nightstand and sent a color change to the sheets, turning them a less disquieting, more erotic black. He sat up and assessed his choice, deciding it had the quietly seductive allure he was trying for, a color designed to showcase his pale skin and hair rather than managing to turn his wife’s stomach. He wasn’t usually so ignorant of important details, but he’d had other things on his mind last night and readily excused himself. He made a note to check for other disruptive items in his new home before his bride found them. Where was she, anyway?

Lucius needed the loo, but his morning erection wasn’t subsiding as it usually did. He got off the bed and looked down at his protrusion, hands on hips in exasperation. If Hermione had already seen him spread eagled with this red sword surmounting him, she might have skittered in the other direction. Meeting his penis at night when he’d already aroused her into wanting him was one thing. Coming on him in all his crimson glory in the morning was quite another. Had she been scared off by his morning erection? He didn’t think he had hurt her the night before. But where was she? Lucius wasn’t to know that his shy, hesitant wife had been ogling him voraciously before he’d awakened and had plans of her own for his ‘red badge of scourage’.

Lucius headed for what used to be his luxurious bathroom and opened the door to a feminine shriek. He froze for a second, trying to locate the source, clapping his hand to his flank for his wand, which was lying sedately on his nightstand. “Damn,” he swore as his hand met his bare hip.

“Out!” yelled Hermione.

Lucius looked around the door to see his new wife sitting on the seat of the water closet, her nightie scrunched up to her waist.

“Get out, Lucius!”

Lucius grinned and wandered further into the room, moving ever closer to Hermione as she cowered on the seat, trying ineffectually to cover herself. “We’re married, Hermione, my love. Bodily functions aren’t private any more. What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is definitely mine.”

Hermione was ready to spit, she was so angry. My Gods, she was sitting on the can. How much more unromantic could one get? “Does that include that big, red dick that’s pointing at me?” she said snidely, poking back at the blond bathroom sneak.

“Absolutely. Where would you like it delivered?” He leaned down over the irate witch and cupped the nape of her neck, sliding his tongue into her mouth as she drew breath to berate him further.

Hermione had never had such a humiliating, confusing, oddly titillating experience in her life. She would never have thought she would be asked to do her personal business with her lover watching, much less kissing her. As Lucius continued his erotic assault on her mouth with his own, Hermione slowly lost her focus on the embarrassing spot she was in and began responding to the acknowledged mastery of her husband’s talents with his tongue. Her small hands crept from trying to shield her torso to his shoulders, finally making little mewling noises as her mate’s kisses dragged her into a fuzzy, sensual world for two, making her forget everything but the male muscles bunching beneath her hands and the hypnotic lime and Lucius scent that soothed her as it attracted.

Lucius brought the intimate kissing to a close and straightened up, his weapon now aimed at his wife’s bemused face. He was a bit dazed himself from the sweetly feminine lips that always acted on him like the strongest aphrodisiac, but he smiled at her, willing his wife to accept their new closeness.



Hermione’s eyes were half- closed as a tiny smile flitted across her passionately kissed lips and she reached out almost in a trance to touch the hard offering just in front of her. Fondling her husband as she sat on the commode must rank as one of the stranger things she’d ever done, ranking right up there with the time she climbed the flagpole after her knickers that Harry had hoisted, forgetting in her anger that her knickers were several meters above her head and not covering her behind under her flapping skirt. She’d had several offers from interested Slytherin boys after that fiasco. History seemed to be repeating itself - here she was, being approached by another Slytherin, albeit definitely not a boy, but she didn’t really care any more. The embarrassment barrier had been shattered into tiny bits. She would never feel constrained about her bodily functions around him again. It was weird, but liberating in a way.

One slim hand wrapped itself around his turgid length, gently urging him closer and he willingly came nearer until his shins touched her bent knees, but he gently removed her hand, kissing her wrist and running his fingers through her adorably unkempt curls.

“Hermione, I’ll need to use the loo when you’re finished. If we start this here, we’ll just have to call a halt for a few moments anyway. And I see I’m giving you a bit of whisker burn. We can both freshen up and then see what happens. Does that suit?”

“I…uh,” she said, mentally ruminating on the idea of sex during the day. She wasn’t sure she was ready for the type of activities they had indulged in last night being repeated with the sun pouring through the windows. Taking a last look at his sex weapon, she was a little disappointed at losing her exciting play toy, but she was philosophical about it. This man was obviously very interested in sex, so she could count on the toy being offered to her again in the evening. And she wanted to work toward exploring some of the positions in the paintings; however, not a single one had the participants sitting on the john. When Lucius turned away, Hermione quickly finished her business and stood up running a cleaning spell over herself and dropping her nightgown decorously down over her legs, retreating to the bedroom. She had already been in that squalid Muggle bedroom with him while he used the chamber pot, but she wasn’t quite ready to watch him standing over the commode here.

Lucius smiled to himself at her hasty retreat, using the loo and intoning ‘accio wand,’ then getting rid of his slight beard with it. He would have to look into a nice shaving kit, which he preferred. A quick cleaning spell aimed at his body and he too left the dressing area for the bedroom. His wife wasn’t in bed. She was standing in front of one of the paintings, wrapped in one of the newly black sheets over her nightgown, and he was surprised to see the vulgar picture was moving. Lucius looked around the room, but the other paintings were static. He frowned, wondering why one of them was showing his wife lewd acts he wasn’t sure even he was interested in. Three men on one woman didn’t work for him. He didn’t like to share.

“Does that excite you?” he asked, coming to stand immediately behind the rapt little witch, annoyed that she was already interested in more than he alone could provide.

“It’s educational,” she replied, not taking her eyes from the three men at various positions around the woman, one taking her from the rear, one lifting up from under her between her legs while enjoying her breasts, and one planting himself in her mouth. Hermione’s big brown eyes belatedly slewed from the action in the painting to her husband. Maybe it wasn’t good manners to watch the pornographic activity in mixed company, but Lucius had just now made an embarrassing point of saying all bodily functions were shared.

“Why the sheet?” Lucius asked, twirling a finger at her odd attire.

“I wanted something a little warmer over my nightie and I didn’t want to go back into the dressing room for my robe.” Hermione had accidentally left the dark green robe there after she’d used the facilities. She turned back around to the painting to avoid her husband’s undoubted amusement at her not wanting to see him doing his personal business. “Have you ever done anything besides what we did last night?” she asked, to change the subject.

Lucius’ flicker of a grin faded as he gazed speculatively at his curious spouse. “Is there a reason I should tell you about my sex life before we met?”

“If you’re not interested in any of the rather adventurous things portrayed in these paintings, then I won’t ask you to try any of them.” She sighed. “I admit a few of them intrigue me.”

Lucius was shocked. His heart started beating in double time and other parts went on high alert. Could he have been so blessed? Was that damned Veil turning his mate into a woman amenable to his more prurient tastes? Hallelujah, if it was. “Um, which of the paintings intrigues you? Then I can answer your question. Otherwise I’m not interested in categorizing my every sexual encounter just to appease your curious nature.” Lucius affected a blasé attitude, his icy hot eyes pretending only a casual interest in his wife’s admission, while quickly scanning the other paintings dotted around the room, wondering which ones depicted the ways he was going to get lucky. He instantly saw two or three he fondly hoped were on his mate’s wish list.

Hermione’s eyes strayed downward and she bloomed red as a rose as she was asked to point out the paintings she wanted to explore with the man standing close beside her. He still hadn’t put on a stitch of clothing and his, um, dingle-dangle was twitching and moving. Hermione watched in fascination as the item under scrutiny began inflating and turning red again. A large vein pulsed along the entire length of the object of her intense perusal; she was mesmerized, watching the rapid transformation and her hand crept forward, needing to touch the velvety pole as it moved.

Lucius was certainly all for Hermione stroking him, but he really wanted to know exactly which pictures were going to be inspirations for adding to her limited sexual repertoire. Also, his reaction to the idea of teaching her about his slightly more exotic forms of sex was fast approaching boil over and he needed to ramp himself down a notch. Letting that little, curious, soft hand anywhere near his spigot while it was primed to go off wasn’t too clever.

Once again Lucius lifted her hand, this time before it got to him, and kissed the wrist. “I want us both to enjoy this,” he gestured to his tumescent state, “not just me. Show me which paintings have taken your fancy. Perhaps we can select one to work on.” He took the hand she’d been trying to pet him with and gently put it on his arm as though they were on a public promenade; he began strolling around the edges of the room, gazing at the other pictures.

Hermione was feeling a little hysterical, not sure whether to laugh or be completely mortified at her husband’s request. It was a little weird walking beside him, seeing his doohinky waving in the breeze like a brazen red flagpole. Hermione yanked up the trailing end of her black sheet and decided to act like their perambulation was a perfectly normal event.

Lucius’ bloodshot ‘doohinky’ was gently salivating and he hoped the shy little witch didn’t notice. Bad enough it was shouting out his interest to her. Having his spigot drip was just too much. Unfortunately his tiny spouse was having a difficult time looking anywhere but at his rigid volunteer, making it harder than ever. He could feel his heart beating double time down there.

Hermione came to a stop at one of the paintings and shyly looked at her husband wanting to see if he was shocked. Instead she saw a slow smile lift his mobile lips as he examined the picture before looking down at his little bride. Twinkling pale gray eyes told her he wasn’t shocked, he was pleased at her choice. My first choice among many she told herself, grinning back up at the handsome man.

“Well?” she asked.

“If you’re sure, then I believe I can promise you will enjoy it immensely. Shall we get started?”

“What?” she took a step back. “I thought we could try it this evening. It’s broad daylight out.”

Lucius sighed and hoped his now-throbbing erection would dissipate sometime in the next hour, as it apparently wasn’t going to be used this morning. “If I agree, do I get the next choice of a painting to try in bed?” His predatory skills hadn’t withered in prison and he saw an opportunity to lead his new wife into some types of sex he particularly enjoyed. His ‘new leaf program’ was temporarily set aside - no new leaf was as important as good sex.

Hermione looked around at the numerous wall decorations and saw a few experiences she wasn’t sure she would ever want to do. Negotiations were in order. “I wish to reserve the right to modify or refuse any painting you choose.”

“Accepted.” Lucius backed toward the dressing room, “Excuse me while I have a bath and get dressed. I’m ready for some breakfast as long as we aren’t returning to bed.” He turned away and a feral, gloating grin split his face; he had certainly come out ahead if his wife was already willing to consider alternatives to missionary sex, which was all he had thought he could initially expect with the prim little creature.

tbc...

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Oh dear, it appears as though Lucius' desire to re-invent himself has suffered a minor setback. Will Hermione allow him to slide all the way back into his previous self-serving behavior?

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