Beauty

Disclaimer: Since I live in Texas and not in a Scottish castle, anything that you recognize is not mine. It belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling. I promise that I will put the characters back where they belong after I’m done playing with them.

AN: Sorry for the long wait, but I got sick and then my muse decided to take a vacation. If anyone finds her, can you send her back? .I will warn you that this may be updated haphazardly, since I am writing 4 different stories and am entering the busy season at work. Gotta love tax time.

Chapter 4.

Common Masters

Hermione walked through the forest, steps ahead of Draco’s hovering broom. He didn’t say anything, but she could feel his gaze on her, caressing her. As she walked through the snow, she marveled that she didn’t feel it’s cold. To her, the air was the same temperature as a warm spring day. She felt a peace wash over her, a certainty that she was where she was supposed to be.

After walking for an hour, they approached yet another village, and Hermione felt her fear rising again. Being on display for her Prince was one thing, but being ogled by the common witches and wizards were trying on her nerves. She was forever struggling to keep her composure.

“Beauty, stop for a moment,” Draco said from behind her.

Hermione halted, surrendering to the authority in his voice. Chills shot down her spine as a breeze caressed her as he drew to a halt beside her. She lowered her gaze, staring at the ground.

Draco reached out his hand and gently lifted her chin. “Beauty, I see fear trembling in you. You have nothing to fear. Nothing will harm you; you are under my protection.” Letting his hand trail down her body, he quickly gave her breasts a couple of slaps, to infuse them with color. He watched in pleasure as her nipples tightened in pleasure; he felt his own sex aching with the need for release. Consciously, he fought himself for control. The need to take her was overwhelming him.

Sirius watched Draco struggle with control and stepped up to him. “Your Highness, I suggest that we board her tonight and then make our way to the castle tomorrow morning. We’ve sent owls ahead and your Mother wants the Princess presented to her properly. If we stop here, we will be able to do that.”

Draco looked at him and nodded. “Very well,” he said before turning back to Hermione and pointing his wand at her, binding her hands to the back of her neck. “March in front of me, my Beauty.”

Hermione nodded, feeling her emotions swell even as calm descended upon her. She began to walk towards the village, even as the common witches and wizards lined to road, to view her. She felt their eyes upon her, their stares seemed to be vicious, not caressing like the stares of Draco. She tried to control her emotions, to be the epitome of perfection as she walked, wanting to please him.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, which was only a few minutes, they reached the inn where they were to be staying. Hermione was relieved to be away from the prying eyes of the village. She watched Draco out of the corner of her eyes. His arrogance and self assuredness causing her body to tremble in desire.

She followed him meekly to a table, where already the serving wench was placing his food. Her stomach rumbled slightly, telling her that it had been a long time since she had eaten a proper dinner.

Draco looked down at her, seeing that she had let her hair curtain her slightly, giving her protection from the prying eyes that stared through the windows of the inn. He observed everyone’s reactions to her, noting that the serving wench kept giving her long stares when she was able. Stares filled with desire. He chuckled softly to himself, realizing that she was the perfect person to teach his Beauty her next lesson. She must learn that if I command it, even the lowest witch or wizard is her Lord. The next time the wench was near, he motioned to her. “Bring her a plate of food and set it upon the floor,” he commandeered. The witch nodded, staring at him in awe.

Hermione heard his order and was puzzled. How am I supposed to eat, she thought as the plate was placed before her. With shock, she realized that she was supposed to eat like an animal. Draco released the binding, so that she might keep her hair away from her face and with resignation; she began to lap from the plate, gracefully.

Draco watched as her tongue lapped up the juice from the hearty stew that was on the place, him mind wandering back to how well that tongue had pleasured him that morning. Wanting nothing more than to drag her to their room, he realized that he must give the good people of the village a nice show.

Once the dinner was completed, he pulled the wench aside. “Do you have a flat wooden paddle?” he asked imperiously.

“Yes, Your Highness,” she responded instantly. “Would you like me to get it for you?” At his affirmative nod, she quickly Accio’d the instrument.

Draco walked over to Hermione and drew her into his lap. “My sweet Beauty. You are so dignified, so graceful, but you consider yourself above the common witch and wizard, don’t you.”

Feeling a little fear rise, she answered truthfully, “I don’t mean to my Prince, but yes, I do,” she whispered.

“Then it is time to break you of that habit,” he said without menace as the serving wench arrived with the paddle. He looked at her. “Do you think that you can swing that paddle as hard as I can?”

The wench looked surprised and nodded. “Yes, Your Highness. I will do my best.”

Hermione looked at the young woman, only a few years older than her, with mouse brown hair and eyes. She was wearing what all serving wenches wore. A robe that left little to the imagination, while still seeming modest. Hermione could see the flush that was creeping over her sun-browned skin, although whether it was in embarrassment or desire, she didn’t know. Mentally she was screaming, saying “No! Not this common girl,” but she complacently let herself be guided towards the large hearth where the wench was always seated.

Draco placed her over the girl’s lap, her hair curtained her face. She tensed, anticipating the first blow, but it still caught her off guard. She cried out in pain and humiliation as the wench relentless struck her with the paddle. The blows were random, but affecting every inch of her sore buttocks, but as the pain grew, so did her desire. She felt the juices flowing, as the bundle of nerves quivered with each stoke.

Tears tracked down her cheeks as the confusion washed over her, her body flushing in it’s desire. Her hips began to move of their own accord, twisting, trying to escape the inevitable blows, as her view of the world narrowed. Gone was the inn, the villagers, the staring eyes upon her. The only think that seeped into her conscious was the stinging of the paddle and the warmth of the wench’s legs as she writhed in pain and pleasure.

After an eternity, the blows stopped and the Hermione trembled. She felt her buttocks burning, swelling and heat coming off of them, as her sobs slowed. She felt Draco’s hand caress her hair slightly as he announced that they were going to retire for the night.

Wanting to be alone with him, hoping that he would ease the ache that had consumed her the entire day, she scurried across the floor, on her hands and knees as instructed. He picked her up when the arrived at the stairs, easily putting her over his shoulder. When they arrived at the room, he deposited her on the bed gently then exited the room. Within moments he was back, with the serving wench who was carrying a bowl of water and a rag.

“You may speak with her, calm her fears, but treat the Princess with the utmost respect,” Draco cautioned as he left the room.

The wench turned the Hermione. “Oh, Princess. You are so lovely. I am so sorry that I had to be hard on you, but when the Prince commands you to do something, you must obey.”

Hermione just turned her head into her arms, hiding her face from the girl’s view. “I know,” she said, her voice muffled.

The girl began to wash Hermione gently, scrubbing away the grime from walking. “You may ask me questions, if you’d like,” the wench encouraged Hermione. “You are going to be the pride of the castle. So many men and women envy you for that.”

Hermione looked up. “I don’t understand.”

The wench smiled. “The Prince has this presence about him. People look at him in awe. Witches want to catch his eye and wizards want to be like him, but know he is completely enraptured with you and all the nobles know that when stripped down, they can’t hold a candle to you.”

Hermione nodded trying to process what was being said as the girl took out her wand. Quickly, she muttered a spell and the burning sensation in her buttocks eased. “There you go, Princess.”

“Thank you,” Hermione said humbly, still feeling the ache between her legs which was more prominent without the pain. She shifted uncomfortable on the bed, trying to keep her legs from rubbing together to try to ease the ache.

The wench finished cleaning up just as Draco walked back in. She nodded deferentially to him and began to make her exit until he stopped her. “Please, stay. Did you soothe her fears?”

“I believe so, Sire. I did try. I told her how lovely she is and how all the nobles will know that they can not hold a candle to her.”

Draco nodded and smiled. “Very good. I saw how your eyes strayed to her during dinner,” he said, noticing that the wench flushed with the color of embarrassment.

“I am sorry, Your Highness,” she said quickly, hoping that she did not displease him.

Draco smiled. “That is quite alright, wench. Would you like to console her? Ease her longing?”

The wench looked up at him in shock. “Are you sure?” she asked in shock.

Draco settled back in a corner. “She is yours to command,” he stated simply.

The wench nodded and looked at Hermione. “Princess Hermione, come here,” she stated, trying to keep her voice strong.

Hermione spared a glance at Draco and then complied, settling at the wench’s feet with her hands locked behind her neck. She shuddered as the wench reached out and caressed her breast, spasms passing through her body as her desire was brought back full force.

“Go and kiss the Prince’s boots for allowing this,” she stated firmly.

Hermione quickly crawled to Draco and kissed his boots before returning to her current Mistress.

“Stand in the center of the room, legs spread wide,” the girl commanded and then Transfigured a piece of cloth into a lash which she struck Hermione’s legs with. “Wider.”

Hermione felt loathing for the girl, for herself for responding to her, but complied with the order.

The wench stood back and smiled, wanting to go as easy on her as possible. She laid her hand on Hermione’s back and stroked the soft flesh before walking in front of her and massaging her breasts, tweaking her nipples to hardness. Finally, the wench couldn’t hold back on her own desire and she leaned in to softly touch her lips to Hermione’s.

Hermione felt herself respond to the kiss and allowed the girl’s tongue entrance into her mouth. Their tongues dueled, stoking each other as they began to moan in pleasure. Hermione felt the wench’s arms go around her, bring the breasts into contact. Pleasure radiated through her at the sensation, even though the wench was fully clothed. Without being asked, she began to help the girl undress, like Draco taught her, trying not to use her hands.

Soon, she girl was lying on the bed, holding Hermione close to her as their hips ground into each other. Hermione was caught up in pleasure, so when she felt Draco’s hand on her back, she was startled.

“Suckle her breasts,” he commanded and his fingers entered her, causing her walls to clamp down on him.

She rushed to obey and noticed how the girl arched her back, seeking more, how her eyes closed. She followed the internal prodding and trailed her lips down her torso, kissing and licking all of the exposed flesh. She slid down the bed a little, to where her feet were resting on the floor and drew her mouth down to the wench’s nest of curls. Cautiously she placed a kiss at the top of her pubis, noticing the shudders racking her body.

She dipped her tongue in the velvety folds just as she felt Draco’s sex enter hers and she moaned in gratitude to him. She began to lick the wench’s sex, noticing the different ways she reacted. As her tongue reached the top of her pubis, she noticed a small bundle that when she probed it with her tongue caused the wench to scream in pleasure. Realizing that, she attacked her clitoris as Draco’s sex slammed into her over and over, causing her to shudder as her release drew near.

Finally, after sucking the wench’s clitoris into her mouth and caressing it with her tongue, she felt the wench’s body tense in release and she threw her head back as Draco began to rub Hermione’s clitoris in response. In seconds she felt her orgasm wash over her and begin to crest again as he relentlessly pounded into her. Finally, as she felt the peak coming near again, she felt him getting close to his release and tensed her muscles around in as he groaned into her ear, bringing both of them over the edge.

Spent, Draco drew him sex out of her and covered himself, before settling on the bed, with Hermione cuddled between him and the wench. Sated, they all drifted off to sleep within moments.

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AN: Wow. Thanks for the response guys! I feel so loved. :D Up next. Hermione arrives at the castle. How will she react to the strange new world she is a part of?

Jilliane –You’re welcome for the mention. I believe in responding to my reviews! It’s been a while since I’ve read Prince Alexi’s story, but I will have to work on what I want his story to be. Plus, it’s an excellent reason to go back a reread! I hope that I can keep you interested!

Lillith – Thank you! I don’t have plans as of right now for Bellatrix to enter the story, but who knows. Maybe I’ll put her in the role of the leader of the riders who kidnap Beauty in the original story. You are thinking of Lady Juliette and I think I have her being played by Lavender (at least for now, that is subject to change).

LunaSeay – My fav pairings are H/Hr, D/Hr, too! I can promise that she will be with both Blaise and Sirius and will not be with Neville. Neville is going to be her groom. I like him, but do not see him with Hermione. The Queen is Narcissa and I can promise quite a bit of H/Hr action. Thanks!!!

SoftObsidian74 – Thanks! I’m honored that you put it on your WIP list! I don’t think Lucius. It’s not going directly off of canon, but he is too strong of a character to have such a problem controlling someone. I just can’t see him as Stefan. I’d thought about Ernie or even Oliver Wood, but I’m not sure. Percy would be perfect, but since I have Tristan as Charlie, my muse won’t go there. Maybe Peter Pettigrew. He seems the sort. Let me know your thoughts!

RedroseWitch – She won’t be ending up with Neville. I actually don’t have her sexually involved with him. They will be involved but not that way. :D Thanks for the review!

Sorry for the delay guys. I'm working on the next chapter, but my muse is not wanting to come out and play! I did get these first for chapters beta'd.