The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 1-22-07

I loved your reviews. Thank you, everyone, for all your efforts. You all just light me up like a Christmas tree and spur me on to new ideas and plots.

To DeeDee - you always have so many ideas for the rest of us, you need to put those ideas to use for yourself. I never think of half the things you do when I read someone's new chapter. I keep clicking on your name, but it says no stories published. You're a gold mine of plot ideas. Think about it!

Lemon ahead. Those of you with faint hearts, steer clear. You have been warned. 8-)
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Chapter Four

Sex Partners


Lucius tried to relax on his bed but he was too restless to be still for more than a few seconds at a time. He couldn’t decide what to do first with his bride. Maybe a straight fuck to take the edge off. He had to remember he was a new partner for Hermione, plus he didn’t yet know what she liked best. He was pretty sure it wasn’t what he liked best, but he was willing to tone things down for their first time together. Lucius nearly came out of his skin when he heard the quiet knock on his door. “Down Excaliber,” he said to his eager cock. He called, “Enter,” and saw the door open to his real dessert for the evening.


Hermione was wearing a shortie robe made of a dark scarlet color and Lucius could see it matched the color of her toenails peeping out of red satin mules. He hadn’t hoped for such a display as this. Those toes would need personal attention before the night was through. “Hermione, you look beautiful. That red is very attractive on you.” He wanted to push his hand up between those long, slim legs of hers and find the treasure he could almost taste already.


Hermione stood in the doorway to Lucius’ bedroom, looking around. She’d never seen it before and she was impressed by the large, beautifully appointed chamber. It was done in dark green and soft gray with touches of silver in various objects, like picture frames and some small ornate metallic boxes on a side bureau. She discovered later that he kept his cufflinks and other jewelry in those boxes. The furniture itself was elegant cherry wood, making an otherwise cold room warm up with its fiery hue. Or was that her? Hermione was sure her knees were knocking together. She was so keyed up she was nearly fainting. Lucius Malfoy. She was in Lucius Malfoy’s bedroom. Oh, Gods, she was succumbing to her most private fantasies - she wanted this notorious, gorgeous man. What had the girls called him at school? Oh, yes – the golden stud. How mortifying for her to want such a misbegotten scoundrel, but his personal essence was starting to make her core melt into an erotic puddle.


He stood in the middle of his bedroom, his hands dropped loosely at his sides, his white blond hair glowing like the moon in a midnight sky against his black silk robe. He appeared relaxed but he was impatiently, nervously scrunching the toes of his bare feet, which were half-buried in the plush light gray carpeting. When Hermione merely stood in the doorway, he cocked his head to the side, sending his hair shifting in a wave over his shoulder; he looked at her oddly as though he expected something.


“Yes?” she croaked, watching in fascination as the lower front of his robe bobbled.


“Are you coming in or not?” Lucius was starting to worry that she would change her mind.


“Oh! Of course. Your room is lovely. I like the combination of colors.” Hermione advanced into the center of the room and stood there not knowing what to do. How embarrassing to be in awe of a treacherous, has-been Death Eater. The idea of a has-been Death Eater tickled her sense of humor, disarming some of her nervousness at the situation and calming her. That perversely gave Hermione a bit of courage and she moved to stand right in front of him. “Slytherin colors, of course,” she managed.


“And your red is Gryffindor.” Lucius couldn’t wait any more. He slid his hands around his wife’s lithe little body, pulling her gently against him. One of his hands snaked into her sweet-smelling curly locks, holding her still for his kiss. The other one glided onto her bum, kneading it rhythmically, crushing the red silky material between his fingers as he began to learn his wife’s intimate contours.


Hermione sank against him as he nibbled on her lower lip, begging for entrance with his roving tongue. Her own hands found their way around his narrow waist and up his back as she leaned up into his scorching kiss. She reveled in the firm muscles she found there; she wanted to kiss them hello as soon as possible. She sent her own tongue into his mouth, learning his recesses with talented swipes as she tasted his minty mouthwash. Umm. All for her. Three months of hiding her embarrassing beguilement from this delectable hunk was over, thank the Gods. Hermione felt a bit of drip going down the inside of her thigh as she started working his robe off his shoulders with more haste than finesse.


Lucius didn’t care. The faster they got undressed, the better he’d like it. She was asking for him in her female way, and he was very happy to oblige. He dipped and picked her up, carrying her over to his bed, having already turned down the green, gray, and black patterned brocade bedcovers in anticipation of the evening’s entertainment. Hermione was tenderly lowered onto his dark green satin sheets and Lucius followed her down, pressing against her side as he returned to his oral onslaught inside her tender pink lips.


Hermione was thrilled. So far Lucius was living down to his reputation with a vengeance. She gave him full marks for his decadent kissing and enthusiastically helped him devour her mouth from teeth to tonsils. Her hand slid across his bed’s satin sheets, luxuriating in the intimate setting. Her husband was the personification of a romance novel rake and Hermione could hardly wait for his next move. She was panting already, still trying to get that interfering piece of black silk off his shoulders, and attempting to shimmy out of her own robe at the same time.


Lucius backed off a reluctant few millimeters and shed his robe completely, then turned to help Hermione off with her red come-hither dressing gown. He got it off in record time and came back to her clutching fingers, sliding his fingers over one of her breasts in return. He weighed the feminine fullness first and only then started circling the soft globe with his fingers, getting nearer and nearer to the crest, but never quite touching where she wanted it most.


Hermione gave an impatient huff and centered his fingers on her nipple, ending her torture. “Pinch me, you sadist. You’re making me crazy.”


Lucius chuckled and gave her what she – and he – wanted. He rolled the poor nipple with his fingers, torturing her a little more and then pinched her - hard.


Hermione hissed at the sudden hurt. She realized Lucius wasn’t one to stay with tame. Well, apparently neither was she. She scratched her nails down his back, bringing him up almost off the mattress. Hermione’s skin was as warm and humid as a Louisiana Bayou afternoon and she certainly felt like a swamp had settled between her legs. If Lucius didn’t fuck her soon she was going to rip his dick off and put it in herself. He wouldn’t even let her see it, the wily bastard. She decided her curiosity had to be satisfied first, so she sat up, dislodging Lucius from her boob. “Oh…My…Gods.” Hermione’s mouth hung open. “Wow!!” she gaped, “Are all Malfoys built like that? Maybe I was a little hasty in turning Draco down, not that he wanted anything more than to humiliate me. I don’t imagine he really hoped to get anywhere with that tired old line, ‘Fancy a fuck?’ Do you?”


Lucius sat up too. Even the Golden Stud, who would need the fingers and toes of all the first year students at Hogwarts to count his conquests, was taken aback. “Merlin’s balls, Granger. That’s disgusting. Talking about how well my son might be hung while you’re in bed with his father.” Lucius was not at all pleased with either her comments or having his forward progress arrested.


“Oh. Sorry,” Hermione continued to gape at the work of art between Lucius’ legs. “I’m just impressed is all. Doesn’t it get in the way when you walk?”


“Gods, Hermione, is your conversation always this vulgar when you’re in bed with someone new? No it doesn’t get in the way. Any more questions before I fuck the hell out of you?”


“Yes. Can I touch?”


“No!” Lucius was practically foaming at the mouth, smelling her arousal and impatient to investigate the source. He decided she’d had enough foreplay, especially with that smart mouth of hers. He couldn’t last if he did any more, but he didn’t want her rejecting him because of his size, so he soothed as he started rubbing his way down her stomach, “If you were worried about my size, I can assure you it will fit.”


Hermione finally gazed up at him with flirty eyes and a tiny Mona Lisa smile, “Well, Lucius, I’m rather hoping it doesn’t. Not quite, anyway. I’d prefer unbearably snug.”


At her admission Lucius’ hand shot straight down her stomach into the nest of curls at the tops of her thighs. His wicked fingers soon had her folds parted and he was driving two, then three fingers into her sopping sheath. Good enough. She wanted it tight, didn’t she? Lucius rose over her, sliding her back down onto the cool satin; he pressed his engorged tool down from its rigid height toward her waiting depths. With one fierce plunge he sent his organ straight up that slick channel to the back of her, smashing into her womb. “Oh, Gods, that feels good, precious.” Lucius said, his voice a dark velvet seduction in her ear, “You are so tight, so hot - come for me, precious. I’ll fuck you all night if you don’t come for me.” He felt Hermione’s channel closing around his thick member and he groaned, “Sweet Goddess, I think I may have to fuck you all night anyway.”


Hermione was beyond words. All she could do was pant and suck in air between thrusts. He was huge – and she loved every distended inch of him. She helplessly hung onto his lunges, anchoring herself with her fingernails in his butt and urging him on.


Lucius reveled in the tiny pains from her nails, accelerating his pace at her urging. She was meeting his domination with feminine pleas of her own and he loved it. He finally drew back a little to look into her eyes. He saw that Hermione’s eyes were almost black with her intense arousal, never knowing his own were the same. “Put your legs around my waist, precious. I want deeper inside.”


Hermione vaguely wondered if he called all his bed partners ‘precious’ but complied with his command and soon she felt the beginnings of the tremors that signaled her orgasm. She wanted to put it off, but Lucius was absolutely relentless, his deep thrusts making that impossible. With a sigh of regret, she let her body soar, going over the edge with a loud wail of completion. On her way down from her cloud, she looked up at him and sifted her fingers through Lucius’ soft, flaxen hair, catching a tiny drop of sweat as it slowly trailed down his temple, then bemoaning, “You’re too good at this. I was enjoying myself, and now it’s over.” Only then did she realize he hadn’t come yet. He was lazily sliding into her then out again, and she suddenly felt like a tasty, little mouse being played with by a cat - or a lethal, tawny lion. Lucius smiled at her remark but it didn’t comfort her at all.


He was amused at her complaint, but was just waiting for her to finish her orgasm, slowly plying her channel with his thick rod. When he knew she was back with him, he started by slowly rotating his hips, driving into her a bit farther with each flex of his butt muscles. It had been at least three months for both of them and he didn’t want her to leave his bed disappointed, so he slowly increased his penetration until he was filling her again. Soon he was back up to cruising speed, listening to her breathless moans as she tried to rein him in with ten restless, little Scarlett Temptress fingertips that she couldn’t keep still. She sifted her fingers through his hair some more, ran them down his arm muscles and wound up digging her nails into his butt once again.


He knew she was trying to withstand the sensations he was igniting in her, but he relished the tightening of her core as she fought against succumbing once again to his body’s seductive pull. He had listened to her lament and began serving up just what she had asked for. Each time she got close to another orgasm, Lucius slowed the pace, or varied the strokes, making her so frustrated she was finally trying to bite him, but he had one hand firmly grasping her hair and she couldn’t raise her head. Only when he determined she was ready to weep with the desperation of her pleas, did he take pity on her, allowing her to approach her climax. Then he granted her the mercy she’d begged for by reaching between their bodies and flicking her clit, sending her over again with a scream of sheer bliss. He clamped down on her mouth with his, fucking the moist cavern with his tongue as he allowed his own orgasm to hit. Lucius nearly blacked out with the force of his ejaculation. It felt like all his blood had gone to his cock. He slumped down on his tiny wife, unaware of slightly crumpling her under his weight. It was a few minutes before his heart managed to beat with anything approaching normalcy. Lucius thought he may actually have passed out briefly, he was so deliciously wrung out.


Hermione was almost comatose from the two massive climaxes she’d received at the hands of her insatiable spouse. If this was just his version of the scorned missionary position, she was probably going to die in bed, but certainly not as an old lady. She might not last out the week if his stamina was any indication. Hermione was definitely going to think twice before telling him his sexual business again. The man was a maestro.


When he could move again, Lucius slid to Hermione’s side and tucked her against him. He wanted to lift his head to kiss her, but fell asleep contemplating the action. Damn, he realized with his last fading thought, I forgot those toes.


Hermione felt his seed dribbling down her leg and suddenly remembered she could get pregnant. She looked over at his gorgeous, peaceful face, his long lashes shielding luminous eyes closed in exhausted slumber, and thought she could do worse for her children’s looks, and for intelligence also, she knew. She just hoped moral rectitude wasn’t an inherited trait because it certainly wasn’t in the Malfoy family tree. She snuggled into his arms and dropped off to sleep, happily burrowed under his toasty, warm body.
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So - first serving of lemon pie. How was the dessert? Too tart? Too sweet? Sorry, no whipped cream this time. I thought it would dilute the flavor. I wonder what they each think of the other now? Your thoughts and reviews are always welcomed.