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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
“Come, my sweet, let’s have dinner. We need to regain our strength for the rest of our evening activities.”
Placing his hand on her lower back, Lucius guided Hermione to the informal dining room.
“Shouldn’t I get dressed for dinner, Lucius?”
“I would like you to stay unclothed this evening, Hermione, if you don’t mind. I find myself quite bawdy tonight and the sight of you nude is very enticing.”
“I don’t mind at all, Lucius, it would be my pleasure. In more ways then one I’m sure.”
“There is no doubt about that, my dear.”
He held her chair out as she sat down, standing behind her his hands found their way down to her breasts, squeezing them roughly he whispered in her ear, “I did promise you that you would never regret your decision to be my lover. A Malfoy always endeavours to keep their promises.”
Looking up at him, she could see the lust written on his face, mixed with something she couldn’t quite make out. Perhaps it was a tenderness he felt towards her. She reached up placing her hand gently on his cheek.
“I haven’t regretted that decision for one second.”
Releasing his hold on her breasts, he took her hand and placed a kiss on the palm.
Taking his seat at the head of the table, several house-elves appeared placing several full platters on the table before they disappeared. They ate in companionable silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
Hermione’s thoughts wandered back to the earlier look in Lucius’ eyes, it wasn’t just tenderness she saw there. She knew her feelings for him had grown. Their relationship was more then just physical to her now. She did her best to not let Lucius know, fearing he would turn her away. No matter how much she tried to deny it, she had come to care for Lucius. Could it be that he had come to care for her as well?
It had been an unspoken agreement that this was just a physical relationship, he would teach her the pleasures of the flesh; she in turn would give him pleasure for as long as they both agreed.
Lucius’ thoughts were close in line with Hermione’s. He contemplated if she would be open to more then a physical relationship with him. That they had become friends, and shared many common interests, not just those of the erotic nature. He had grown to care deeply for her. He adored the way she nibbled at her lower lip when she buried herself in a book or in her research. The verbal sparring when their opinions differed was quite refreshing.
Most importantly though, he had come to respect her, she was a brilliant Potions mistress and at the age of twenty-four, was making a name for herself within that circle. Her research was widely published, many corporations, in and out of Great Britain, were trying to woo her into their employment. She wanted none of that though she had told him she was quite content to stay in her own private research.
It was also his opinion that she had grown into a more self-confident woman since they began their liaison. When she was just a student at Hogwarts the boys her age could not see past the bookworm they had named her. They were too young and blind to see the passionate vixen beneath the persona that was screaming for release.
Her only serious relationship was with the Weasley git. She did not talk much about what occurred between them, but he had the impression that the young Mr Weasley expected Hermione to bow to his wishes, giving no credence to what she wanted.
They both knew that Lucius’ social circle, and society in general, looked down upon their relationship. Hermione however, could not care less what others thought. Lucius knew though that their non-traditional relationship would have some impact on Hermione’s career. Doors that would normally be open to her would remain closed until either they ceased their liaison or he made an honest witch of Hermione. He could not see the latter happening anytime soon.
Their ruminations were interrupted, as the house-elves appeared to clear the table and serving dessert.
“Bring my tea and brandy now, Miffy.” Lucius said to the little house-elf standing to his left.
“Yes, Master Lucius. Miffy bring right away.”
As quickly as she left Miffy reappeared holding a tray of tea and a bottle of brandy. Placing the tray on the table, she bowed.
“That will be all, Miffy; we do not wish to be bothered anymore this evening.”
“Yes, Master Lucius, as you wish.” With a small pop, she was gone.
“Well, my dear, tell me did you find anything new in your research today?”
“As a matter of fact, I did find something quite interesting…”
He listened intently as she talked about her find, asking the appropriate questions, taking an interest in what was important to her. His eyes would occasionally wander down to her breasts, watching them rise and fall with her breath.
“That is quite interesting, I’m sure you’ll make ample use of that find.” Reaching over he took her hand, “Come, sit on my lap.”
She rose as he guided her to him and sat down, the linen material of his pants was cool and smooth on the flesh of her bum. He brought one arm around waist as he lifted her hand to his lips kissing each knuckle lightly. His lips then found her wrist and worked their way up to her neck where he nibbled and kissed his way up to her lips. He embraced her in his arms, their kiss become more and more heated. Tongues dancing together, moans growing more urgent.
Lucius’ hands moved up and down her back, her skin felt like silk to him. One hand travelled further down to her bum and outer thigh to her knees, he parted then slightly as his hand moved up her inner thigh to his ultimate destination. He could feel her heat as his hand neared her pussy, lightly touching her nether lips he could feel her wetness.
He broke the kiss and she moaned at the loss.
“Spread your legs wider for me, Hermione. Brace your foot on the edge of the table I want you totally accessible for me.”
Doing as Lucius bid her she was now fully exposed and waiting for his special ministrations. Her hands caressing his neck and jaw working her way down to his shirt covered chest.
His finger gently traced her slit, her wetness seeping out between her swollen lips. It took little force for him to push his finger between the lips of aroused pussy moving his finger up he easily found her clit and began to stimulate it.
Hermione let out a long moan, her head falling back as he played with her.
“Yes, my sweet, let me hear and see how my touch fuels your passions.”
His finger slid down to the small opening of her canal where he inserted just the tip of his finger teasing her even more as his thumb rubbed her clit.
Hermione’s moans grew stronger; she writhed and bucked her hips upward trying to get him to penetrate her further.
“So responsive, a mere touch makes your cunt drip.”
His words and touch were driving Hermione to a total meltdown. His touch always had this effect on her and she adored him for it.
As his finger penetrated her, her back arched further bringing her breasts closer to his mouth. Lucius could not resist, his mouth came down to capture a taut nipple in his mouth, nibbling and licking at it. She drew in a deep breath as her fingers grabbed hold to his hair, holding him close to her breast.
“Ohhh, Gods…please, Lucius, PLEASE!”
Taking her nipple between his teeth, he pulled it as far as he could, then let it go.
“Tell me what you want, my sweet.”
“I…I need to come, Lucius. Please, make me come.”
“Oh, you will be coming, my wanton slut, over and over again.”
Bringing a second finger to her tight, wet hole, he plunged them both in as far as he could. Her hips started bucking up and down, her hands bracing herself on his lap.
“Mmm, yes, my sweet, fuck yourself with my fingers.”
Lucius loved to watch her as her passions took her over.
His fingers ploughed rapidly in and out of his lover. Her mewling and moans egging him on as he added a third finger into her.
“OH LUCIUS, OH GODS…YES.”
“Come for me, my wanton little slut. I want you to come just for me. Give me your honey, Hermione. Come for me so I can lick your pussy clean.”
His words drove her further as his wonderfully talented fingers pushed her over the edge to her ecstasy.
“That’s one, now I want you to come two more times for me, slut. I’m rather thirsty and your nectar is so sweet.”
His fingers kept up the pace, plunging and out, twisting inside her. Her moans turned into screams now and he wouldn’t let up until he made her come again and again.
“You won’t get my tongue or my cock till you come twice more, slut. Oh, yes, I know how much you love it when I talk dirty to you. You look like a whore spread out on my lap, letting me finger fuck you. You love fucking and you love cock, don’t you my little slut.”
“Ye…yes.” Her breathing so ragged Hermione could barely speak.
“I can feel you about to come again, slut. Come on, do it for me….DO IT, SLUT.”
Her orgasm was even stronger this time, her hips locking as she bucked up. Lucius gave her no quarter, he wanted her to come 3 times and he would settle for no less.
“One more time, my sweet, one more and I’ll soothe your little cunt with my tongue. Grab the back your knee and pull it back as far as you can.”
With what little strength she had left, Hermione did as per her lovers’ request, opening herself even further to his ministrations.
“Good girl, so obedient. Now, one more time, slut.”
He thrust is fingers in further this time, almost past his knuckles. Her moans and screams telling him he was hitting just the right spot. Her third orgasm hit the hardest and she passed out for a few moments. When she came to, she found herself on the table, Lucius still sitting in his chair with his head between her legs licking and sucking her pussy clean.
DB1: You got your wish. Almost 1800 words, with I hope, enough smut to satisfy my readers.
Dravana: Hehehe This chapter will probably add to that condition.
999: Well there should be a bit more background here with a good balance of smut I hope.
LaBibliographe: I LOVE your reviews. This chapter is longer and part 2 will follow I hope by tomorrow evening. LOL I’m sure you will survive this chapter and the next. (You did jinx me though, it definitely is turning out to more then I planned.)
“Come, my sweet, let’s have dinner. We need to regain our strength for the rest of our evening activities.”
Placing his hand on her lower back, Lucius guided Hermione to the informal dining room.
“Shouldn’t I get dressed for dinner, Lucius?”
“I would like you to stay unclothed this evening, Hermione, if you don’t mind. I find myself quite bawdy tonight and the sight of you nude is very enticing.”
“I don’t mind at all, Lucius, it would be my pleasure. In more ways then one I’m sure.”
“There is no doubt about that, my dear.”
He held her chair out as she sat down, standing behind her his hands found their way down to her breasts, squeezing them roughly he whispered in her ear, “I did promise you that you would never regret your decision to be my lover. A Malfoy always endeavours to keep their promises.”
Looking up at him, she could see the lust written on his face, mixed with something she couldn’t quite make out. Perhaps it was a tenderness he felt towards her. She reached up placing her hand gently on his cheek.
“I haven’t regretted that decision for one second.”
Releasing his hold on her breasts, he took her hand and placed a kiss on the palm.
Taking his seat at the head of the table, several house-elves appeared placing several full platters on the table before they disappeared. They ate in companionable silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
Hermione’s thoughts wandered back to the earlier look in Lucius’ eyes, it wasn’t just tenderness she saw there. She knew her feelings for him had grown. Their relationship was more then just physical to her now. She did her best to not let Lucius know, fearing he would turn her away. No matter how much she tried to deny it, she had come to care for Lucius. Could it be that he had come to care for her as well?
It had been an unspoken agreement that this was just a physical relationship, he would teach her the pleasures of the flesh; she in turn would give him pleasure for as long as they both agreed.
Lucius’ thoughts were close in line with Hermione’s. He contemplated if she would be open to more then a physical relationship with him. That they had become friends, and shared many common interests, not just those of the erotic nature. He had grown to care deeply for her. He adored the way she nibbled at her lower lip when she buried herself in a book or in her research. The verbal sparring when their opinions differed was quite refreshing.
Most importantly though, he had come to respect her, she was a brilliant Potions mistress and at the age of twenty-four, was making a name for herself within that circle. Her research was widely published, many corporations, in and out of Great Britain, were trying to woo her into their employment. She wanted none of that though she had told him she was quite content to stay in her own private research.
It was also his opinion that she had grown into a more self-confident woman since they began their liaison. When she was just a student at Hogwarts the boys her age could not see past the bookworm they had named her. They were too young and blind to see the passionate vixen beneath the persona that was screaming for release.
Her only serious relationship was with the Weasley git. She did not talk much about what occurred between them, but he had the impression that the young Mr Weasley expected Hermione to bow to his wishes, giving no credence to what she wanted.
They both knew that Lucius’ social circle, and society in general, looked down upon their relationship. Hermione however, could not care less what others thought. Lucius knew though that their non-traditional relationship would have some impact on Hermione’s career. Doors that would normally be open to her would remain closed until either they ceased their liaison or he made an honest witch of Hermione. He could not see the latter happening anytime soon.
Their ruminations were interrupted, as the house-elves appeared to clear the table and serving dessert.
“Bring my tea and brandy now, Miffy.” Lucius said to the little house-elf standing to his left.
“Yes, Master Lucius. Miffy bring right away.”
As quickly as she left Miffy reappeared holding a tray of tea and a bottle of brandy. Placing the tray on the table, she bowed.
“That will be all, Miffy; we do not wish to be bothered anymore this evening.”
“Yes, Master Lucius, as you wish.” With a small pop, she was gone.
“Well, my dear, tell me did you find anything new in your research today?”
“As a matter of fact, I did find something quite interesting…”
He listened intently as she talked about her find, asking the appropriate questions, taking an interest in what was important to her. His eyes would occasionally wander down to her breasts, watching them rise and fall with her breath.
“That is quite interesting, I’m sure you’ll make ample use of that find.” Reaching over he took her hand, “Come, sit on my lap.”
She rose as he guided her to him and sat down, the linen material of his pants was cool and smooth on the flesh of her bum. He brought one arm around waist as he lifted her hand to his lips kissing each knuckle lightly. His lips then found her wrist and worked their way up to her neck where he nibbled and kissed his way up to her lips. He embraced her in his arms, their kiss become more and more heated. Tongues dancing together, moans growing more urgent.
Lucius’ hands moved up and down her back, her skin felt like silk to him. One hand travelled further down to her bum and outer thigh to her knees, he parted then slightly as his hand moved up her inner thigh to his ultimate destination. He could feel her heat as his hand neared her pussy, lightly touching her nether lips he could feel her wetness.
He broke the kiss and she moaned at the loss.
“Spread your legs wider for me, Hermione. Brace your foot on the edge of the table I want you totally accessible for me.”
Doing as Lucius bid her she was now fully exposed and waiting for his special ministrations. Her hands caressing his neck and jaw working her way down to his shirt covered chest.
His finger gently traced her slit, her wetness seeping out between her swollen lips. It took little force for him to push his finger between the lips of aroused pussy moving his finger up he easily found her clit and began to stimulate it.
Hermione let out a long moan, her head falling back as he played with her.
“Yes, my sweet, let me hear and see how my touch fuels your passions.”
His finger slid down to the small opening of her canal where he inserted just the tip of his finger teasing her even more as his thumb rubbed her clit.
Hermione’s moans grew stronger; she writhed and bucked her hips upward trying to get him to penetrate her further.
“So responsive, a mere touch makes your cunt drip.”
His words and touch were driving Hermione to a total meltdown. His touch always had this effect on her and she adored him for it.
As his finger penetrated her, her back arched further bringing her breasts closer to his mouth. Lucius could not resist, his mouth came down to capture a taut nipple in his mouth, nibbling and licking at it. She drew in a deep breath as her fingers grabbed hold to his hair, holding him close to her breast.
“Ohhh, Gods…please, Lucius, PLEASE!”
Taking her nipple between his teeth, he pulled it as far as he could, then let it go.
“Tell me what you want, my sweet.”
“I…I need to come, Lucius. Please, make me come.”
“Oh, you will be coming, my wanton slut, over and over again.”
Bringing a second finger to her tight, wet hole, he plunged them both in as far as he could. Her hips started bucking up and down, her hands bracing herself on his lap.
“Mmm, yes, my sweet, fuck yourself with my fingers.”
Lucius loved to watch her as her passions took her over.
His fingers ploughed rapidly in and out of his lover. Her mewling and moans egging him on as he added a third finger into her.
“OH LUCIUS, OH GODS…YES.”
“Come for me, my wanton little slut. I want you to come just for me. Give me your honey, Hermione. Come for me so I can lick your pussy clean.”
His words drove her further as his wonderfully talented fingers pushed her over the edge to her ecstasy.
“That’s one, now I want you to come two more times for me, slut. I’m rather thirsty and your nectar is so sweet.”
His fingers kept up the pace, plunging and out, twisting inside her. Her moans turned into screams now and he wouldn’t let up until he made her come again and again.
“You won’t get my tongue or my cock till you come twice more, slut. Oh, yes, I know how much you love it when I talk dirty to you. You look like a whore spread out on my lap, letting me finger fuck you. You love fucking and you love cock, don’t you my little slut.”
“Ye…yes.” Her breathing so ragged Hermione could barely speak.
“I can feel you about to come again, slut. Come on, do it for me….DO IT, SLUT.”
Her orgasm was even stronger this time, her hips locking as she bucked up. Lucius gave her no quarter, he wanted her to come 3 times and he would settle for no less.
“One more time, my sweet, one more and I’ll soothe your little cunt with my tongue. Grab the back your knee and pull it back as far as you can.”
With what little strength she had left, Hermione did as per her lovers’ request, opening herself even further to his ministrations.
“Good girl, so obedient. Now, one more time, slut.”
He thrust is fingers in further this time, almost past his knuckles. Her moans and screams telling him he was hitting just the right spot. Her third orgasm hit the hardest and she passed out for a few moments. When she came to, she found herself on the table, Lucius still sitting in his chair with his head between her legs licking and sucking her pussy clean.
DB1: You got your wish. Almost 1800 words, with I hope, enough smut to satisfy my readers.
Dravana: Hehehe This chapter will probably add to that condition.
999: Well there should be a bit more background here with a good balance of smut I hope.
LaBibliographe: I LOVE your reviews. This chapter is longer and part 2 will follow I hope by tomorrow evening. LOL I’m sure you will survive this chapter and the next. (You did jinx me though, it definitely is turning out to more then I planned.)