Lucius and the Waif - COMPLETE
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
12,940
Reviews:
42
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Lucius and Lea Meet
The character of Lucius Malfoy belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing him for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Chapter Four – Lucius and Lea Meet
“Who are you?” asked Lucius, sliding one hand around the side of her face and making her look at him. As he leaned over her, his pale hair spilled onto the cover and slid over her breasts.
She merely replied, “No one.” Her eyes closed in apparent boredom.
Lucius shook her head gently, making her open her eyes again. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you. Your name is Lea. But who are you?” He slipped his shoulder under her head and began a slow caress of her far arm.
Lea became a bit more alert. This was not going the way it should. Had she done something wrong? How should she know how to service a man, a wizard like him? Was he trying to make her relax her guard so he could hurt her worse than the others had done? Maybe wealthy and handsome wizard prisoners were worse than normal wizard prisoners.
He could feel her starting to become tense. Ah, that was good; he was gaining her attention now. His hand left her face and trailed down to her neck and traced her collarbones. At once, she started to disappear mentally again and her body went lax. He ceased his ministrations. Sweet Goddess, how was he to fuck this woman if she ‘went away’ every time he touched her physically? A stray thought floated through his mind that she had not had good experiences with sex if this was her reaction. Was she worth the trouble or should he just get a bit of lubricant and get on with it? The whole episode was starting to lose its appeal, but he knew he would be mired in his own lust again soon if he didn’t get some relief.
“I asked you a question, Lea. I expect an answer better than ‘no one’. Now, who are you?” Lucius lifted her to a sitting position on the bed and sat beside her. “And how old are you?” He really saw her for the first time without the sexual haze he had been in, and he saw she was very young without the dirt. He wasn’t averse to very young partners but he did prefer it if they were willing partners. The young ones cried too much otherwise. He wasn’t so careful with his older conquests. They, in turn, didn’t usually want him to be.
Lea didn’t react to the display of her naked breasts nor did she blink at his abrupt questions. “I am the prison whore, as you said. I am eighteen, I think.” She said no more.
Lucius realized she had answered his questions while basically giving no information. His estimation of her reluctantly rose a few notches. “I see. So you are just a child, then.” He waited but got no reaction, no fluttering of eyelashes, and no signs of distress. She merely sat still as a statue beside him, looking through him with unseeing eyes. He had never been a man to accept being overlooked by anyone, yet this female was as immune to his personal charms as a broken wand to its master’s hand.
Lucius rose from the bed and flung his robe on over his nakedness. He tossed her one of his old shirts from the closet and said, “Put this on and come into the drawing room.” He stalked out of the bedroom, his robe flowing behind him.
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Chapter Four – Lucius and Lea Meet
“Who are you?” asked Lucius, sliding one hand around the side of her face and making her look at him. As he leaned over her, his pale hair spilled onto the cover and slid over her breasts.
She merely replied, “No one.” Her eyes closed in apparent boredom.
Lucius shook her head gently, making her open her eyes again. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you. Your name is Lea. But who are you?” He slipped his shoulder under her head and began a slow caress of her far arm.
Lea became a bit more alert. This was not going the way it should. Had she done something wrong? How should she know how to service a man, a wizard like him? Was he trying to make her relax her guard so he could hurt her worse than the others had done? Maybe wealthy and handsome wizard prisoners were worse than normal wizard prisoners.
He could feel her starting to become tense. Ah, that was good; he was gaining her attention now. His hand left her face and trailed down to her neck and traced her collarbones. At once, she started to disappear mentally again and her body went lax. He ceased his ministrations. Sweet Goddess, how was he to fuck this woman if she ‘went away’ every time he touched her physically? A stray thought floated through his mind that she had not had good experiences with sex if this was her reaction. Was she worth the trouble or should he just get a bit of lubricant and get on with it? The whole episode was starting to lose its appeal, but he knew he would be mired in his own lust again soon if he didn’t get some relief.
“I asked you a question, Lea. I expect an answer better than ‘no one’. Now, who are you?” Lucius lifted her to a sitting position on the bed and sat beside her. “And how old are you?” He really saw her for the first time without the sexual haze he had been in, and he saw she was very young without the dirt. He wasn’t averse to very young partners but he did prefer it if they were willing partners. The young ones cried too much otherwise. He wasn’t so careful with his older conquests. They, in turn, didn’t usually want him to be.
Lea didn’t react to the display of her naked breasts nor did she blink at his abrupt questions. “I am the prison whore, as you said. I am eighteen, I think.” She said no more.
Lucius realized she had answered his questions while basically giving no information. His estimation of her reluctantly rose a few notches. “I see. So you are just a child, then.” He waited but got no reaction, no fluttering of eyelashes, and no signs of distress. She merely sat still as a statue beside him, looking through him with unseeing eyes. He had never been a man to accept being overlooked by anyone, yet this female was as immune to his personal charms as a broken wand to its master’s hand.
Lucius rose from the bed and flung his robe on over his nakedness. He tossed her one of his old shirts from the closet and said, “Put this on and come into the drawing room.” He stalked out of the bedroom, his robe flowing behind him.