INSATIABLE

I would have to agree about needing a beta, any takers? I know I banged out the last chapter (no pun intended) and was half asleep but wanted it UP ASAP. I write these at work on the sly too lol… so editing when I’m distracted and tired at home s u c k s sometimes. Just a reminder if you are reading this for the first time – go check out PANDORA! She’s waiting patiently for you to read her - Love Esme
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He picked her up and gently wrapped her up in her skirts and took her into the large mansion. He gently stripped her of her clothes and put her into a hot steaming bath. He healed her bruises and scratches. He could tell she was a little emotionally scraped up a bit by the blank stare and the way she cowered in his arms.

He laid her along side him his gigantic king Lois bed. During the night she awoke and shot up in the bed. She thought it had all been a dream till she felt Lucius’s strong hands stroke her hair. She looked over at him, he looked like a fallen angel with half lidded eyes. She saw the thin cut across his cheek, she had given to him during their struggle.

Half of her wanted to run, the other wanted to slip between his limbs again. She gently trailed the cut on his cheek with the pad of her finger. He took her hand and gently kissed her palm. His lips were like fire rippling through her.

She felt a lingering dull pain inside her, he had given her a cocktail of potions to help fix her up, but her muscles and insides were still sore from his forceful intrusion of her womb.

He was still clothed , his shirt with many missing buttons, now peaked open.
She tried to get up from the bed, but she grabbed her side in pain, she had a searing pain shoot through her. "careful…your injuries are still fresh" he drawled as his eyes opened fully. She laid back down and nestled into the pillows with a resigned and defeated sigh.

A small and devious grin spread across his lips. He knew he had broken her, or at least broke her in for him to control on some level. Now she would be eating out of his hand, he expected. She laid her head back on the pillows and drifted back to sleep. She woke up hours later to Lucius’s glorious head between her legs. He was kissing the insides of her thighs gently and had slipped his tongue inside her folds. She stared down at him with mild interest in her exhaustion. She just watched him, lapping at her juices, running his tongue on her clit.

He was gorgeous and powerful, everything a witch could ever want. His cruelty and pure blood ideals seemed to take a back seat to the pleasure searing her to the bed. She let out a soft moan when he laved attention on her throbbing clit.

He looked up at her, his chest now bare and his platinum hair draping over his shoulders and onto her stomach and thighs as he crawled his way up her body.

He settled himself between her legs and thrust in slowly. She was more than wet but was still sore and afraid of him from their previous escapades.

He slid into her slowly, probing deep into her. She had never seen this side of him before, he looked concerned about her, no anger, just the look of ecstasy blossoming on his face as he worked into her with a slow sensuous rhythm.

He made love to her like that several times during the night. He would stay inside her when he finished exploding his seed inside her, kissing her mouth, suckling on her breasts or just listening to the rise and fall of her chest until his cock got hard again and he would take her again.

Hermione had watched Lucius fall asleep, his head on her chest and his cock still inside her. She had never EVER had a man worship her body like that, no other man had the stamina or passion that he did. Her legs were going numb from being crushed under him for so long. She got up her strength to slowly push him on his back, she felt so empty when he slid out of her. His eye lashes fluttered as he was probably in R.E.M sleep and she stilled, not sure if he was allowing her to escape, she feared the repercussions if he caught her.

He rolled back onto the bed, his golden mane of hair spread across his chest and arms. She studied his face, to make sure he was sleeping and to memorize his beautiful features when he had no idea she was watching him sleep. She knew she would have to keep their tryst a secret till the day she died… even if she felt forced at first… she gave up and reciprocated his thrusts and wild kisses. Taking one long lingering glance at the face she knew she would see every time Viktor or any other man made love to her.

She wanted to kiss him, but settled for blowing a kiss across the dark room from the doorway. She turned to leave, hoping to have the strength to never look back.
He was evil and vile, but made a real woman of her… she would keep his sin against her a secret forever.

The potions were kicking in because she felt like she was healed completely. Though she felt bow legged from how long and hard he had fucked her over and over during the night.

She made it to the receiving room, a common place where visitors were able to apparate into the Mansion and was worried she would not be able to apparate overseas with her energy this low, but made it safely back in her flat she shared with Viktor in London. She didn’t know what she would tell him, she just prayed he wasn’t there.

- the next day, Ministry of Magic, Hermione’s office.

She had packed up the last of her belongings, today was moving day. She was to meet the new Minister of magic, before it was officially announced to the rest of the wizarding world. She got this special invitation because she had been promoted to be the Ministers new Undersecretary. She was shocked when she received the memo earlier that day. She worked along side Arthur Weasley, and thus had become as much of an outcast as he. She had never expected any sort of promotion and was left out of the loop as to who all the possible candidates for Minister were. She felt a little sad leaving Arthur, but realized that this was her chance to make a difference, and she was desperate to influence policy and make a change.

She tried to hide her excitement in front of Arthur but nearly did a back flip when she learned of her new position as Undersecretary.

Lucius didn’t ever mention exactly what he was blackmailing her into his bed for. She would find out soon enough he smirked as he threw away the pictures and effects of Cornelius Fudge, tossing them in the bin with disgust. The man had no taste whatsoever.

He was admiring his new post at the Ministry, certainly enough strings pulled had worked out, and after all the ends justified the means. He had expected her to arrive early today…her new promotion would bring her in very close contact with him he relished.

He first gave that great hag Delores Umbridge her walking papers, so he could make way for Hermione. Delores Umbridge was a particularly fun nut to crack he mused.He had her put in St. Mungo's to undergo rigorous psychological examinations, after the strange and unusual punishments she made the innocent students of Hogwarts endure and the frightening memoirs and "artifacts" that Lucius had planted in her office of the students knickers and other personal affects, she was placed in the criminally insane ward.

He made a note to stop by to rattle her cage so to speak, egg her on in her bull dog like way of ranting and raving her innocence.

Lucius didn't consider himself evil, true he was capable of great evil, and he
rather enjoyed the suffering of others, particularly those who got in his way of his power and progress.

He had great ambition, all Slytherins did, but now he was at the seat of power and was going to do some serious house cleaning.

Hermione was burning with curiosity, as she carried her rather heavy box up to the Ministers quarters. A couple guards opened the doors to the Ministers floor for her, and one had guided her to the office she had never stepped foot into during all her years at the Ministry. She wondered who would be the leader of the new wizarding world, not to mention her new boss.

Her questions were answered when she looked into the cold laughing eyes of Lucius Malfoy.