Beyond the Veil -- COMPLETE

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Updated 8-8-08

Sheesh!! We have a plethora of smut junkies reading this, don’t we? My goodness, the plot has to have a little bit of space, here and there. We do have to serve the mystery buffs amongst us.

Everyone who is reading this for the mystery, raise your hands. [counts – one, … um, one…] Well, there you have it. [Thanks, Mom, you can put your hand down, now.] I have to further the mystery plot for those of you clamoring for it. But to satisfy the smutoholics, this chapter has a juicy lemon, so don’t say I never deliver the goods.

And as a piece of trivia of interest probably to no one but her and me, Lady Miya wrote my 700th review. Way to go everyone!! Yay!

Yeah, yeah, bring on the smut. I heard that. What a restless crowd.

Some answers and comments –


CoCo.M – Tall, form-fitting boots and form-fitting trousers make a luscious pic for our blond sorcerer. If you’ve caught up on all the chapters now, I hope you no longer want to slap Hermione (although she can be a pill). Let’s just say she comes out of her self-induced shell.// Move over, everyone, CoCoM wants in the tub with Lucius. //Those bedroom pics seem to be addictive.// Whoever invented puce must be the only human who can stand looking at it. // The Wizard of Auds appeared as an idea as I wrote. And your wish for another painting is granted.//Yeah, that pic of Lucius posted at the bottom of Ch. 20 just makes me want to jump into the photo with him. Repeated here:
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tambrathegreat – In handling Lucius’ gaffe, Hermione does have some sensitivity, probably learned from protecting Ron’s feelings for years. Thanks for the heads up on your story and sorry, I can’t answer any more. 8-)


sisterae – Mysteries are interesting to write, weaving the plot correctly. Especially when it has to be tucked in between the de rigueur lemons LOL. Lucius and Hermione are finally both rowing the in the same direction. And it only took 30+ chapters!


FlowersBecomeScreens – I suspect Hermione heard you about the daytime sex. How could she resist him? She’s trying much harder to please him now and he’s reciprocating. Here’s a green feather. It isn’t a wedding ring, but you can be a member of the tribe. As usual, I wonder if you’re channeling me? How? Can’t answer. [grin]


helensgirl – Puzzled… I don’t know why that last chapter was shorter, except that occasionally it becomes difficult to chop the story into equal pieces. However, you are correct - the smut parts just roll off my fingers. Sometimes I do wonder about me. It must be all the romances I’ve read. Yeah, that’s it [looks shifty].


Scary B – Oooh, yes, I know that story. "The Red Shoes". A Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale. Rather squicky with no good ending (a total no-no for me). I think I saw Moira Shearer in an old movie on TV about it, also called “The Red Shoes”. // Yes, Hermione soothed Lucius’ lacerated feelings, even though she got something good from his ire. He can be forceful again for her without the anguish that came from the last time. Win-win. Although Lucius’ alpha side is spectacular, I agree. The plot must rest now for another lemon and you’ll find out what Lucius means by, “Don’t overuse that technique to get what you want, kitten, or I may decide to re-enact one of the more unusual paintings.” Thanks, but a lemon dance isn’t needed this chapter. You may want to save it for later when we get too plot-heavy for the smut freaks among us.


Muffy – I’m probably lucky you are keeping your theory of the mystery mum, especially if it’s correct [laughing]. I’ve been lucky so far, but this format of serialized mystery is a tightrope.


meankitty69 – To which pics of Lucius do you refer? (Most of them give me heart failure – in a good way. Thank you, Jason Isaacs, for making Lucius what he is!)


Citten – Have you been reading over my shoulder, Citten? I do hope you think this next chapter is good. Can’t answer where Hermione went shopping. Sorry! [grins]


Utopia – Okay, I’ll look out for Book 6, “The Killing Dance” and esp. ch. 30+ for the good smut. Maybe I can stand at the bookstore and just read that chapter LOL. You do seem a little fierce without your first cuppa. Non-Newtonian? For a Biologist? How does that fit? Have you seen someone with absolutely no coloring from the sun? It’s different from an albino. More corpse-like. Icky. It’s not just a pale complexion, it’s more translucent. Weird in this day and age, but I guess, more prized back then.


angelprince – I’m relieved you have no idea where this story is going and don’t worry – gussets of smut will be inserted often to strengthen the plot (actually… not the plot, just my own prurient inclinations). I think there is more bath fun later, but I can’t remember…giggle.


Rini – Lucius does have a protective instinct for Hermione and doesn’t want to hurt her. Luckily, that facet of Pureblood breeding is in Hermione’s favor. I served plot last chapter, and now another portion of smut. Keeping the menu balanced. I can’t neglect the plot.8-)


Heidi191976 – Hey Heidi! Lucius and Hermione will be exerting themselves to repairing the Malfoy reputation among their peers. I hope you enjoy the lemon coming up. More, much more on the blackmail plot will come. Thanks for the review!


doodle – I certainly like adding twists to my tales. They make it more fun for me to write, if a bit more complex. Your question re the Veil must remain unanswered, sorry to say.


Jesse – Jesse, [laughing] I had to cut the chapter there. I think you’ll see why with where I begin this chapter. There will, of course, be more actual plot anon.


Visitkarte – Lucius can apologize if he sees an advantage in it. Hermione is a pure ‘positive’ in his eyes. He’s hooked.


Clare1984 – I guess Lucius has had his cooling off period. He’s so randy, sometimes. [Tsks] He’s ready to put another person before himself and any missteps worry him. I never know where I come up with this stuff. I just start writing and it weaves itself. Then I rewrite until it all meshes. Perhaps an odd technique, but I’m too impatient to plan out each chapter ahead of time. I just want to WRITE! LOL a hazmat suit? That made me laugh out loud. I agree those gorilla guards would be a difficult bump in the road to your ‘naked Lucius’. But you have a good plan. Let me know if you make it to Lucius’ cell. Details!


The Green Fairy – Oooh, I like your phrase, “molest your hit counter and evaporate”. I do always have hopes that a lurker will gift me with a review like you have so graciously done. I do try hard to make each of my stories a bit different. Thank you for that comment and I hope you enjoy them. And a dominant Lucius makes me shiver, too. [wink]


LadyVoldemort87 – Yup, a vivid imagination. Hmm, maybe that’s why those lemons just roll off my fingers. That combined with six feet of mesmerizing male. You have red shoes with 6 inch heels? Do they have platforms? Your ‘dazzling heels’ can probably call up Lucius, no problem. He likes red.


blue artemis – I so glad you like Lucius lemons because this next chapter is a devotional to the citrus limonium (lemon tree). More plot later.


Slytherin-Princess – No blackmail necessary for a lemon, S-P. But I am NOT rewarding you for your floor pounding. What would Lucius say to such behavior? Never mind, he’d probably take advantage of your prone position. I think he likes ‘em feisty.


Lady Miya – Oops, I’m using a Swedish word in the presence of a Swede? I hope it was spelled correctly. We have a restaurant called the King’s Table, which bills itself as a smörgåsbord. Your suppositions are interesting. Sorry (sigh), I can’t discuss them.


Damiana – I guess I WAS kidding on that cooling off period, because here comes another smut chapter. They just crawl out of the keyboard by themselves, honest! But there will be more plot – somewhere - if I can keep Lucius off Hermione long enough for a conversation that has more than a few grunts and screams in it. Twenty-three chapters of no sex and now Lucius and Hermione are going wild. I’ve learned my lesson for the next story.


sheherazade – You’re in luck. There will be some uncovering in this very chapter. You think Lucius needs more knowledge of Muggle culture? You, whose Lucius thinks witches are still burned at the stake? Your Lucius is so endearingly out of touch with Muggles - he’s sooo cute. You asked about Lucius re-enacting a painting? Read on. 8-)

Painting ahead...


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Chapter Thirty-Four

The Gazebo



Lucius answered Hermione’s question, “We’re in my maze. You haven’t spent any time outside on the estate so today I’m remedying that. This gazebo sits in the center of the maze. Unless I lift the gazebo’s spell, you can’t apparate out from the maze. It deadens all spells. Sorry, but you’re here until further notice.”

Lucius set Hermione down and leaned up against one of the pillars at the entrance to the large, white-painted, octagonal wooden structure which was open all around waist high and had several cushioned outdoor sofas and chairs with a couple of small occasional tables.

“Oh, really now, Lucius, I was just giving you a little payback for dragging me away from my research. Am I to be stranded out here?” Hermione sidled up to Lucius and wrapped her arms about his waist, leaning into him seductively. “Luuuucius,” she breathed, walking her fingers slowly up his chest and reaching up to pet the nape of his neck.

“I want you, kitten,” his deep voice shot a zinging punch of lust straight to her core. “I think you’re still too sore from last night to take me, but I have a solution. Do you remember me saying I might re-enact one of the paintings?” Lucius gazed sternly at his wife.

“Yes, if I tickled you again. But I didn’t tickle you.”

“I distinctly felt a tickle right at my waist.” He held her in place against him.

“But I didn’t…oh, you liar. It doesn’t matter if I say I didn’t tickle you, does it? So what is this re-enactment going to be?” Hermione smiled up at her tall husband, a sliver of apprehension sliding down her spine even as her curiosity grew.

Lucius’ face broke into a wicked smile, “No one ever claimed you were slow, Hermione. Today, I believe it’s time for you to learn a new skill. I’ve been enjoying your body completely for weeks. I want you to learn to enjoy mine the same way. I’m calling on my turn for choosing a painting. Do you remember the one where the woman kneels in front of the man?”

“Uh, do you mean…?”

His tool pressed urgently against her stomach. “Touch me, squeeze me, then lick me like a lolly; turnabout is fair play. I’ll tell you what pleases me, kitten.”

“Lick you?” Hermione asked, her eyes going wide. She remembered the painting and had been curious, but hadn’t wanted to choose it herself. “What if I hurt you? I’ve never done anything like that. We never…”

“Yes, yes, no need to go into detail about your previous inamoratas, I get the picture. There’s a first time for everything and this is yours. You owe me, Curly. Pucker up.”

Hermione looked up at her expectant spouse and decided it could have been much worse. One of the paintings had the female inserting some sort of rod into the male’s backside. She didn’t think she could do that. Would Lucius want her to? Hermione surprised herself with a tinge of her inquisitive nature surfacing at the idea of doing that to Lucius.

She drew a deep breath and slid her hands down Lucius’ chest and onto the buttons of the falls on his pantaloons. She popped open the first button and looked up at her mate, “Lucius, we’re out in the open here. Can’t we go inside at least?”

Lucius merely raised one eyebrow, crossed his arms and shook his head. “There is no one here. Keep going,” he ordered and continued to silently watch his wife’s progress with removing his clothing.

Disgruntled at his superior attitude, Hermione reached up and tickled him again. She figured she may as well really tickle him since she was being accused of it anyway.

Lucius’ heavy-lidded smug enjoyment disappeared in an abrupt, stunned yelp of laughter, followed by his dire promise, “Now you’ll be sorry, sprite.” He lifted her up and stalked over to one of the cushy outdoor sofas at the other side of the gazebo. Lucius sat down and slung her over his lap, yanking up her long, summery muslin gown and petticoat and dropping the detested pantalettes to her knees, trapping her legs together.

“Noooo, Lucius, I’m sorry, I won’t tickle you ever again, cross my heart,” the little witch struggled halfheartedly against the much greater strength of her husband, trying ineffectually to pull her dress back down over her derriere while wiggling on Lucius’ lap and making him fiercely aroused at the view of her rounded ivory butt cheeks flexing in her unsuccessful bid for freedom.

Lucius brought one forearm down onto her back and held her dress up out of the way, leaving his other hand available for her punishment. Just the way he liked it – a bit of reticence, which he knew she was pretending to because she couldn’t quite keep from giggling.

“When will you learn who is master in this marriage? If you think tickling is going to be your answer to cowing me to your will, perhaps this will help you see who exactly wears the pants between us – and I don’t mean these ridiculous baggy knickers.” Lucius grinned broadly as his wife tried to lever herself up on her elbows using the sofa cushion beside his thigh, “Ten strokes for each tickle. I believe that makes thirty in all.”

“Thirty! Unfair! You are such a bully. You just like spanking me.” Hermione huffed in spurious irritation.

“I admit it – I do, very much. But any more name-calling and I’ll add another ten spanks,” Lucius warned as his hand delivered the first smack down onto her unprotected bum, bringing up a pink hand mark.

“Ow! Really, Lucius, do you have to spank me so hard?” Hermione barely got the sentence out before she was smacked again, harder. “Ow! Luuuu – Ow! Ow! I refuse to count- Ow! Ow!”

“You needn’t count - I believe the ‘ows’ will do very nicely,” Lucius continued his program of rehabilitation, blithely ignoring his mate’s howls and snickers together, deeply enjoying the lovely red blush he was raising on the resilient little bottom he was chastising and going slightly mad with the arousal Hermione was squirming around on and squishing inside his pantaloons.

At the ten mark, he changed the speed of his strokes, making them uneven in timing and further heightening Hermione’s physical sensitivity – now she didn’t know when the next spank would descend and it brought an added facet of anticipatory pain to her now-lightly-throbbing backside.

At the twenty mark, Hermione settled into the pain and began fantasizing about doing as Lucius had asked before he interrupted their new adventure to spank her. The idea was growing on her with each new application of his hand to her rear.

She was going to annihilate him with her mouth. She would learn just how to make him beg, the rat. She had ceased doing much more than hissing after every swat and had hunkered down, only craning her head around occasionally to watch her husband’s concentrated enthusiasm for his chore. His face was lit with joy and Hermione’s heart grew as warm as her rear seeing him happy. She just hoped he didn’t need to be that happy very often.

The thirtieth swat came down on a very red bottom and Hermione was relieved to be through with that last smack, but as far as Lucius was concerned, they had merely gone on a side trip, and the main event was still to come. He was still to come.

“Up you go, dearling,” Lucius lifted his sprite up off his swollen organ and settled her on the floor between his legs on a cushion he threw down from the sofa. “Kneel up – it’s time to continue where we left off.” He pointed to the falls of his pantaloons, only one lone button of which was undone. Lucius fully expected her to balk at continuing with the re-enacting of the painting he had selected, but he was surprised to see her reach industriously for the buttons after first quickly peeling off her clothes. The gown now chafed her blazing backside and she wanted to be able to concentrate on him.

His wife surprised him in so many ways, her petite stature so at odds with her spirit. Lucius was nearly blinded by his love for her at that moment and terror-stricken that she could never feel the same overwhelming emotion for him. He had learned to love Narcissa, but this! This feeling swamped him with desire and tenderness and a need to protect his tiny wife like nothing he had ever experienced before.

If she had asked it of him, he would have limited himself to the mundane missionary position, but he was seeing, little by little, that she was making her way into his wider sexual realm with more and more confidence and was finding her own joy in the less traditional erotic arts. Lucius knew he was a true switch and he began to hope that maybe she was going to be one, too. It was almost too much to hope for and Lucius tried to keep himself from indulging in those daydreams so there would be less disappointment if she was not.

Hermione was now clothed only in the indirect afternoon sunlight as she settled down between Lucius’ legs, carefully keeping her burnished bum from touching her bare heels. She began loosening all the buttons of his falls, opening the placket and lifting his shirttails out of the way. He wasn’t inclined to underwear of any sort and she arrived at her destination very quickly. A gentle aroma wafted up and tickled her nostrils overriding his lime scent and she immediately looked up in accusation, “ Lucius, you smell like jasmine. Did you bathe just before you came to the library?”

“Like I said, no one could ever claim you were slow. Carry on, kitten.” With a smug smile, Lucius lounged back against the cushions soaking up the erotic sensation of seeing his turgid tool being exposed to the summer air by his tiny, blush-bottomed bride. The jasmine soap scent had given him away, but he could smell her special woman’s scent in return and knew she had gotten pleasure from her spanking.

Her dexterous, but careful fingers on his turgid property brought a grin to the blond wizard’s lips; she wasn’t exactly an old ‘hand’ at touching male equipment. He remembered her slathering the numbing ointment onto him and realized she had been very careful then, too. When she had released him completely from his breeches, he watched as she stalled in her movements and he grinned in amusement. The moment of truth. The first time giving oral sex was an ambivalent episode for most lovers; it was almost as much fun watching her steel herself for the act as having the act performed - almost.

“A few pointers, kitten. Cover your teeth with your lips so you don’t nick me. The underside of the tip is a heavenly hot spot and so is just behind my sac. Enthusiastic licking and sucking are always appreciated. Gentle with the balls, but don’t leave them out. You can use a combination of hands, lips and tongue.” Lucius settled more deeply against the cushions and laid his head back, sliding his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. He thought if she didn’t have an audience staring at her she might actually start sometime in the next decade.

Hermione was nearly in a trance delicately holding Lucius’ inflamed, ruddy penis in her two hands. She could actually feel the pounding of his heart in the thick, solid staff. She waited, noticing Lucius’ breathing pattern, his relaxed torso, his face, his arm muscles, everything about him physically, analytically tracking his corporeal reactions so she could assess how her touch affected him.

She wanted to play his body as successfully as he always played hers. She knew he paid attention to all her responses - her quivers and mewls and gasps - when he gave her oral sex. She was inexperienced, but as Lucius had just pointed out twice in the gazebo, no one could ever claim she was slow.

Hermione looked up and saw those vigilant, icy eyes of his had closed. She knew he was waiting for her. She smiled craftily to herself; she was certain he didn’t know why she was waiting. Her assessment complete, Hermione leaned forward and tenderly applied one long, light lick to the underside of her husband’s rod from root to tip, simultaneously rubbing his balls together. And paused.

Lucius’ eyes shot open and his whole groin rose up off the sofa before she had even reached the tip, nearly losing Hermione her gentle grip on his pulsing tool. She saw his shocked reaction – were those really tremors she could feel in his thighs? He was looking down at her now and she kept her face innocent and slightly earnest as though she were concerned that her initial foray had been displeasing somehow. Oh, she was loving this turnaround after getting that unexpected spanking which still vibrated in her poor bum muscles. Oddly, the pain she was experiencing was making her much more creative and her own arousal was shimmering in her body, erotically tying her swelling breasts to her woman’s core with those same vibrations.

“Sweet hell, Hermione,” Lucius groaned.

“Yes? Did I do something wrong?” Miss Innocence asked.

“Uh, umm, no, kitten, I was just surprised that you, er, dove in at the deep end, so to speak.” Lucius lay back closing his eyes again, “I believe you may develop a talent for this,” he said with a bit of superior pomposity that had Hermione narrowing her eyes.

She let him relax again and gripped him more firmly, suddenly popping the head into her mouth and sucking him while fluttering her tongue on the underside where he said he was sensitive. Up came the groin again accompanied by a louder groan. She continued to hold him this time and went for the area behind his balls, pressing gently as she sucked.

Lucius hurriedly disengaged his sprite from his tool and sat up, “Holy Hecate, Hermione, if you keep up that pace I’m going to finish faster than a fifth year boy in the Hogwarts rose bushes.” He was breathing like a bellows and trying desperately to look anywhere but at his wife’s bare breasts, pertly displayed near his throbbing groin as she sat up, too.

“You need to go more slowly, dearling; tease me, make me anticipate, use a light touch first, bring me up a step at a time until you know I’m almost ready to blow, then slack off and do it again. I do that to you so you must have some idea of -” Lucius’ eyes became slits as he contemplated the intelligent little female between his legs. “Why you little…witch! You’ve been doing it on purpose.”

“I’d like to hear about the Hogwarts rose bushes someday,” Hermione said, cheekily. “For now, I think we’re about even for the unearned spanking. I will continue using your explicit directions now, if you wish. Slow and teasing, I think you said. Yes?”

Lucius impaled his wife with one last suspicious glare, then settled back on the sofa cushions again and left himself open to her once more. “Yes, please,” he said more meekly and a slight smile touched his lips as his mate’s slim fingers closed around his member and very gently slipped up and down his shaft.

He closed his eyes and put himself into her hands, hoping he was finished paying for his spanking pleasure. Their lovemaking was apparently going to be a more equality-based proposition than he was used to, but he thought he could easily get used to the idea. He was a switch, after all. This buoyed his spirits anew that his wife might truly be a switch also. She definitely liked to give as good as she got.

Hermione lived up to her reputation for intelligence as she lightly stroked her husband’s genitals without once touching those most sensitive areas he had outlined. She figured she would let him simmer down a bit and just enjoy the gentle pressure on the less arousing nerve endings for a while.

She tended his inner thighs, dotting kisses from each knee up just shy of his groin before adding one tiny lick to a ball. As she worked on her new project of sending her mate to paradise in the slowest manner possible, she watched and listened as Lucius flexed his muscles or sighed or smiled with closed eyes, reacting to the inventive skimming, pressing, rubbing, and squeezing she was employing to bring him the greatest pleasure.

Lucius was entranced with the unpredictability of his mate. He never knew what she was going to do next, and he didn’t want to watch to kill the suspense. He also didn’t want to watch because he knew he would go right over the edge into his release if he actually saw her little pink tongue licking the tip of his penis.

Hermione had retreated into a world of her own, licking and sucking the hard length of her husband, folding her fingers around his soft sac until it tightened and lifted closer to his body with his tautly stimulated libido. She hadn’t realized that giving her husband such pleasure made her own that much more intense. She was nearly panting with desire, rubbing her face up against the slickened shaft. Mindlessly, she lifted up and leaned into his tool, pressing the tip all over her breasts, administering an erotic massage to their sensitive peaks as she moaned with her need.

Lucius had finally opened his wintry eyes to see his little witch using his penis to scrape across her swollen breasts and he decided it was time for them both to give to each other. He reached down and in one smooth move lifted his wife up and settled her astride his lap. “Ride me, love.”

Hermione didn’t need any instruction on his request – she instantly raised herself and positioned his staff, coming straight down on it to the hilt. They were both so wet that he slid in easily. Mutual groans split the air and Hermione no sooner had his length, but she raised up again and brought her body down a second time onto him. Lucius greedily helped Hermione find a rhythm, aiding her ascent and lifting up into her as she came down again. Her poor, abused bum made itself felt, but she was beyond feeling it as anything more than added sexual titillation as they came together more forcefully with each thrust.

Hermione’s breasts were jouncing and Lucius captured a crest in his mouth, sucking deeply for moment then letting go. They were both too far gone now for frills. The pace escalated, faster and faster, deep groans and high mewls twining, their eyes never leaving each other’s until the moment burst into a million shards and first Hermione, then Lucius went off the edge of the world into each other’s arms. Two quivering, wrung out, perspiring bodies slumped together on the sofa, then Lucius pulled Hermione onto him and settled down onto the cushioned sofa horizontally. Both fell asleep immediately.


tbc...


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So another painting has been re-created. It was new territory for Hermione and familiar, but always pleasing territory for Lucius.

It's harder to review a solid smut chapter, so I'm entertaining opinions. I'm not sure who was really the dominant one. There's evidence for both sides. Was it Lucius - or Hermione?

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