Sugar Quills

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this tale, and receive no proceeds from it. All borrowed courtesy of Ms. J.K. Rowling.


Lucius realized that he wanted to let Hermione lead, as she so obviously desired. He was curious as to how much she already knew. He had a feeling it really wasn’t as much as she thought.

‘Hell, as long as I’m enjoying myself, do I even care,’ he thought. Innocence, at this point in his life, was a bit of a novelty. And if nothing else, Lucius had always been open to new experiences, or even revisiting forgotten ones.

“Where’s your bedroom?” asked Hermione.

Lucius led her to a room dominated by a huge bed carved from dark wood. Hermione felt a quiver of trepidation. What if she disappointed him? He was so worldly, and she lived vicariously through her books. Squelching her traitorous thoughts, she told herself that tonight wasn’t about satisfying Lucius. No, tonight was all for her.

She looked at him intently. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? For the last year I’ve left your class wet with desire each afternoon.” She ran a hand down her skirt and reached under to touch herself. “I’ve imagined you stroking me, smelling me,” she brought her fingers to his lips and smeared her essence on them. Reaching forward, she flicked her tongue briefly against his mouth, “and tasting me. Will you taste me now, sir?” Hermione backed onto the bed, and reclined on her elbows. She spread her legs. “Take off my underwear, but leave the skirt,” she demanded.

Lucius quickly yanked down her panties, freeing her legs one by one. He went to his knees and stroked her legs.

As he bent his head, he heard. “Uh, uh. I want you just to look first. No touching.” Hermione stretched a hand down and began to tease herself. “This is what I would have to do, every time after class. And I always pretended it was you.” Throwing back her head, she let out a long moan, “Ooohhh, look how wet I am, sir. Because of you. Because of you and your damned sexiness. Because I couldn’t fuck you. Because I wanted you to fuck me.” Sitting up a bit, she looked at him. Her brown eyes were glazed, her voice raw with desire, “Will you kiss me, sir, where I’ve never been kissed before?”

Lucius claimed his prize for his forbearance. It was only with great determination, that he hadn’t just forced himself into her tight cunt during her little monologue. He kissed each lip, and then parted her folds with a long finger. Her clitoris was engorged and eager for his attention. But he made Hermione wait for the ultimate pleasure. He teased her with his silky tongue that glided over every surface, except where she most wanted. Finally, he tenderly drew her clitoris into his mouth. He soon increased the pressure, as he pushed two fingers into her. His lips and fingers worked in tandem. Hermione felt her muscles tighten, drawing him deeper into her. Her release ran through her body in thrilling waves. Her cries filled the room. Lucius continued to lap at her folds, savoring her taste. He withdrew his hand slowly.

Lucius undid her skirt, and unbuttoned her blouse. Hermione sat up and finished undressing. Then kneeling beside him, she helped him remove his own garments. She kissed him as his last piece of clothing fell. She could taste herself on him, and it drove her wild. She swung a leg over and straddled Lucius. Pressing him down with her body, she ran eager hands over his torso. She, at last, found his cock and stroked him with impatient hands. Hermione guided him to the heart of her entrance and pushed herself down.

Somewhat shocked, but quickly recovering, Lucius seized her ass and surged up into Hermione. She let out a yelp, as he tore through her hymen. Whimpering she turned her face into the crook of his neck. Soon she looked up at him. Her eyes were pooled in tears, yet filled with determination. She pulled him in for a kiss. Hermione almost felt as if this kiss held the power to heal the pain she had endured. Before long the she felt the need to move. She broke the kiss and sat up. She rode Lucius awkwardly at first, but soon found a rhythm that pleased them both.

How incredible, to know that Lucius Malfoy, lover extra ordinaire was deep within her. Feeling the world around her beginning to narrow, her movements slowed and became more forceful. Suddenly, she was flung into a sweet void that only responded to touch. Lucius soon followed her, and with a hoarse cry he spilled his seed into her womb. She fell onto Lucius heavily and lay there for long, delicious moments as she contracted around Lucius’ cock. She could feel him twitch every time she did. It seemed like mini orgasms, like tiny shocks running through them.

Lucius lay still, somewhat stunned by Hermione’s boldness. ‘This mudblood is too much,’ he thought. So much for innocence. She obviously had done more than she was admitting. He wondered briefly if it was Potter who had tutored her. The thought of that self-righteous little prick touching her sickened him. Leftovers were not his style. If he hadn’t breached her himself, he wouldn’t believe that she had been a virgin. Lucius knew then that Hermione needed a little wake-up call.

Hermione could not tell how long they lay that way. When he realized she had not fallen asleep, Lucius flipped her onto her back. He looked down at her. He began to knead her breasts, and flicked her nipples until they peaked under his skillful fingers. He bit sharply into the sensitive nub. Hermione reared up in surprise.

“What are you doing?” she asked in confusion.

Lucius replied in dulcet tones, “I allowed you to play out your little fantasy. Now it is time I entertained one of mine own.”

“Of what, being a cannibal. I don’t like being bitten,” said Hermione angrily, moving to leave the bed. Lucius held her arms and forced them up. He grasped her wrists in one hand, pinning them over her head. He straddled her thighs, and looked at Hermione with amusement.

“Did you really think that you were going anywhere, unless I chose to let you?” At this remark, Hermione remembered that this was Lucius Malfoy, the former Death Eater and confidante of Voldemort. Lucius Malfoy, the lover, suddenly seemed quite distant.

“Now, my dear, I’ve never had a willing mudblood at my disposal. So we are going to play a little game. Something a bit painful, but oh so wonderful. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it immensely.”

With his eyes gleaming like molten silver, Lucius turned and retrieved his wand from the table beside the bed. Hermione never had a chance to respond to his, ”Petrificus Totalus!” Transforming her underwear into a blindfold, Lucius swiftly covered her eyes.

Fear coursed through Hermione. Without her sight, how could she counter his attacks? Hell, she couldn’t, even if she could see, for her wand was somewhere in the pile of clothing on the floor. Trying not to let Lucius see just how terrified she was, she attempted to reason with him.

“Lucius, there is no need to hurt me. I am more than willing to play along with you.” She felt a cruel pinch to her unbitten nipple.

“Ah, but where would be the fun in that? I might as well fuck my wife if I were looking for compliance,” responded Lucius. “No, I want more of a challenge. Are you up for this little game? I hope so, for I’ve just begun.”