The End Is The Beginning Is The End

The sound of movement startled him awake.

Lucius bolted up right and looked around. 

It was dark. 

And he was not in his suite, no the room he was in was not even half its size.

He turned around and came against something soft and warm. 

Lucius meant to shake her awake, but his hand hovered above her arm. 

Even in this low visibility he could already see the yellow and blue marks beginning to form on her body, many of them finger shaped.

She would be in a great deal of pain, once she awoke. 

He allowed his eyes to drift down her body, over the soft curves of her form.  She was a tiny little thing.  But he could not help but admire her tenacity. 

Admire?

Something like amusement swept through him.  Him, admiring a mudblood whore?  He needed to quit this room and quickly finish this interrogation before he began to embarrass him. 

Undoubtedly it was the room.  It stank of sex and sweat.  It was messing with his head.

Slipping from the bed he carefully stepped over the pieces of shattered wood and glass on the floor and picked up his trousers.

The sound of sheets rustling caught his attention.

He waited a few moments.  His decision spoke volumes.  He could feel her relief, even hear her silent prayers please let him leave.

It bothered him, that he spent even a few hours sleeping beside her.  Such things were reserved for wives and mistresses.

Not mudbloods.

However.

Did he not spend the better part of the night punishing her for her bad behavior? 

The sound of her cries…

Please, please, no more…!

‘Beg for mercy.’ He licked the outer shell of her ear all the while furiously pumping three fingers in and out of her pussy. 

‘I’m sorry!’ she sobbed, coming yet again.

He turned her over onto her belly, ‘How many times is that now, Ms. Granger?  I can see your body clearly loves my dick.’

He easily plunged his cock into her slick hole, well used after hours of fucking, ‘Why don’t you tell me how much you enjoy my dick inside of you.’

But she was a stubborn little thing.  She could beg him for forgiveness, but she still refused to admit she enjoyed his cock inside of her.  Even though her orgasms clearly indicated otherwise.

He glanced around her room.  Much of the furniture was destroyed.  But that was what servants were for.

He leaned over her.  He smiled when he saw her body flinch when he touched her shoulder.

Such a bad actress.

His voice was barely audible, but he knew she would hear it, ‘I will see you in just a few hours.  I still have a few more games designed to loosen your tongue Ms. Granger…games that will break your soul and shatter your mind.’

He turned and he left her with that. 

Quietly he slipped into the hall and shut her door, and whispered the appropriate spell to lock it.