Unchain My Lust

*muse comes in swinging a basket of lemons* Both and the muse are surprised at how much you love this story. Originally, I had thought this story to be complete in 6 chapters, but now I feel more possibilities...I have lots of ideas... and the muse wants to develop them..if she has received lots of love!

Now, on to the story. Warning! A bit of lemony goodness, in the tender exploration way... it's almost like lemon meringue... :D



4

Ivory marble and gold-plated taps caught her attention. This was so different from the grimy and rusty bathroom at her residence. Not that she was a snob, but she actually wished that her living surroundings were better.

‘Are you sure that you want this?’ Lucius’ voice startled her. She had been so enraptured looking around the room that she had forgotten that he was just a few steps away.

‘Yes,’ Hermione answered simply. To hell with all these good girl morals! She wanted an adventure, and here it was, in the form of Lucius Malfoy. And on the practical side of things, she hadn’t had a bath in ages as her usual residence only had a shower.

So she decided that she would just take it as it flows. Might not be bad at all… especially since Lucius had begun to undress, slowly. He had taken off his jacket and now he was unbuttoning his shirt. She had never given much thought how a wizard might look at a certain age, but she hadn’t expected anyone to retain such a great shape as Lucius at his age. His chest had just the perfect definition, without being too bulky or softened by fat. In fact, if she hadn’t known what age range he was in, she’d not given him more than mid-thirties.

‘Are you quite done looking at me?’ Lucius asked with a smirk. He knew that he had an effect on the witch, if her flushed cheeks were anything to go by.
He stepped closer to the witch, his hands gliding down her sides to the hem of her worn cotton jumper.

‘I think you’re overdressed for this occasion,’ he said and pulled her jumper up a little. ‘Allow me?’ Lucius asked her permission, and after seeing her nod in agreement, he took off her jumper and threw it away.

‘Always sporting the Gryffindor colours,’ he murmured, looking at her ample breasts covered by an embroidered red cotton bra. ‘But that is to be expected from the Gryffindor princess.’

He let his fingers skim over the embroidered edge of her bra. Malfoy knew that she was getting excited, judging by her quickening breathing and dilated pupils.

‘Are you still scared of me?’ he asked, placing her hands on his sides. It seemed that now when they were so close to each other, the chain seemed nonexistent. ‘Touch me. Explore what you want. Intimacy is a two sided process,’ he purred. Her hands were slightly shaking, but he welcomed her touch. It was a novelty for Lucius in a way, as his recent witches were all very passive and false in their behaviour, so unlike the ghosting caress of this unique witch.

‘That’s it, Princess,’ he encouraged her as he felt her hands exploring his back. ‘How do you feel now?’ he asked, resting his hands on the waistband of her skirt.

‘I feel…it feels very nice,’ she said dreamily. ’I never thought that just innocent touching can be so nice.’

‘It only will get better,’ he promised and undid the zipper of her skirt, then shimmied the garment down her hips. The green silk panties did look good on her, it didn’t matter that they weren’t matching the bra. This combination was rather lovely in his opinion, as it represented their house colours.

‘I feel overdressed now. Would you like to help me?’ he asked silkily.

Hermione’s hands moved to the waistband of his trousers, but stopped at the fly. She looked into his eyes to search for any signs, but was confused when she saw how calm he was.

‘I’ve never done anything like this before,’ she said and blushed,’ this is so bold, you know?’

From her words, Lucius deduced that all her previous partners were not keen on letting her explore sexual pleasures. What else could one expect from inexperienced boys?

‘I am just giving you the freedom to do as much or little as you want. I have no intention to force you, quite the contrary; I give you all the time and control you need.’ He explained smoothly, even though he wished she’d be a bold little vixen and feel him up already.

‘So even if I groped you, it would be alright?’ she asked, her cheeks flushing again.

‘Yes, I wouldn’t mind, not at all, witch.’

Hermione’s mind was filled with all the possibilities of what she could do now. There was no reason to deny that Lucius was a very attractive man, and even though she had never chased after a pretty boy, she had fantasised about how it might be to have one. And now she had a free ticket to explore one.

Steeling herself to ease the trembling in her hands, she moved her fingers to the button of his trousers, the sliding down the zipper. She gasped loudly when she realised that he was not wearing any kind of underwear. Her eyes had caught the sight of his privates for a fraction of a second and she really had trouble to breathe now.

He acted like he hadn’t noticed her reaction and kicked away his shoes and socks and finally freed his ankles of the trousers.

‘And now you’re the one overdressed here,’ he added saucily, his hands moving to her back and ghosting feathery touches over her spine, reaching the clasp of her bra.

‘Don’t feel ashamed,’ he added as he felt her tremble under his touch,’ you’re a gorgeous woman. Every man would love to see you like this.’

For once in a long time, Lucius wasn’t giving compliments just because it worked for his cause in their falseness. This time, he really thought that she was gorgeous to him.

She took a deep breath but didn’t say a word. Lucius seemed sincere and she felt beautiful, so she didn’t protest when his hands reached the waist of her panties. Her gaze was fixed to his eyes which never left her face. His touch was so subtle, not the groping she was used to. The teasingly slow movement of his hands over her bum made her skin tingle. She hadn’t been touched like this before and now she wanted more of what he had to give to her.

Soon, the pleasant sensation of his hands caressing her skin was gone and she looked up to him in confusion.

‘We should get into the bath before the water gets too cold,’ he said with a grin. Well, it wasn’t particularly true as the bath was charmed to keep the temperature steady till someone had entered it.

She just nodded dumbly as she was too absorbed with looking at the way the muscles in his legs and back rippled when he stepped down into the water, she almost slipped on the step but thankfully he was holding her hand and steadied her

‘I didn’t know you wanted to get back into my arms so quick,’ he smiled, ‘just a few steps and you will be able to relax,’ he said and guided her so masterfully that once again she found herself sitting in his lap, only this time, it was skin against skin surrounded by fragrant warm water. Her first reaction was feeling alarmed about the intimacy of this, but when she felt him pulling her back against his chest she felt immediately at ease and let the scents of pine, cedar and lavender.

‘I think the water temperature is rather nice,’ Lucius said letting his hands move to her shoulders and massaging the tense knots there.

‘Hmm..’ she sighed relaxing under his touch. She should’ve swatted his hand away, argued and demanded that the sit as far as possible from each other, but the feel of his body was just too good to lose it.

‘Are you comfortable now, Hermione?’ he purred his hands never stopping the gentle massage.

‘Yes, I am,’ she confessed, a blush creeping up her cheeks again.’ I shouldn’t feel so at ease with you.’

‘’Why not? I frankly think that we are very compatible if such a strong magic triggered accidentally. Such things don’t happen every day. But as you’re such a gorgeous witch I am just too happy to oblige the magic’s bidding.’

‘I didn’t want magic to bring me together with someone. I wanted to fall in love with the perfect man.’ She sighed and leaned in against his touch.

‘Choice does not always guarantee the best result, neither does a forced union, but if we make the best of what we have now… Of course I know that the only thing witches find appealing in me is my wealth. Does that give me a choice?’

‘It doesn’t but… aren’t you used to that?’ she asked, chiding herself for being so curious.

‘For every witch I’ve dated in these years, there has been a price tag.’ There was nothing surprising about his love life, Lucius thought.

‘You’re a handsome wizard, I’m sure a witch would want you not only for material things…’ she began, but was interrupted quickly.

‘Which witch in her right mind would want to associate herself with a pariah? I have no illusion of my status, Hermione.’

‘It can’t be that bad, Lucius…’ she paused to search for the right words, but couldn’t find any which wouldn’t sound utterly cliché.

‘Would you allow me to wash your hair?’ he asked, his breath tickling her neck.

‘You don’t have to…but feel free to do it if you want to.’

Soon enough she was in heaven. Lucius’ hands were doing miracles with her hair, it seemed that the usually tangled mess was turning into something manageable and she didn’t even protest when after rinsing all the remains of the shampoo off his hands went to caress her body in feathery touches.

‘You are so beautiful’, he whispered, kissing her neck,’ you just don’t realise it.’

She moaned at the sensation and wiggled her bum in his lap, suddenly feeling something pulsating and hard against her backside.

Feeling bold, she managed to turn around in his lap and faced him. ‘Is the thing poking me what I think it is or not?’ she asked with a saucy smirk.

‘It is, I apologise for it.’ He looked away; he couldn’t let her guess what he wanted. It would be inappropriate to tell her, but he couldn’t hide his natural reaction to her wonderfully round bum wiggling in his lap.

‘Don’t apologise. This is exactly what we need to get to know each other better,’ she said and smiled, even though she was very nervous about what she was going to do.

Ever so slowly, her lips descended to his in a tender kiss while her hands slid over his side.

Trailing down his ridged abs her fingers finally touched his rigid shaft, exploring it with genuine curiosity. She had never had so much freedom with a man.

‘You don’t have to do this,’ he croaked, his voice hoarse.

‘You allowed me to grope all I want. So I’m taking you up on your offer,’ she replied with a victorious smirk.

‘Do you know what you’re doing to me, witch?’ he asked between stifled moans.

‘I do, and the effect is quite obvious.’

‘Cheeky wench,’ he teased but didn’t get to say anything more as her lips crushed against his as well.

Lucius had been with dozens of women in his life, but this little witch was so different from all the others. Her tentative caresses and shy kisses which grew bolder with every next attempt were just so delicious. He didn’t move at all, he let her have her fun with him as otherwise he was afraid that she’d get scared off and leave him high and dry.

He came with a growl, surprised that his orgasm had been so strong from just having her touch him like this.

‘Are you relaxed now?’ she purred in his ear. She felt so powerful and excited now, after having seen him moan at her mercy.

‘Can I do something for you, Hermione?’ he asked huskily, hoping that he could return the favour to her.

‘I don’t need anything. I liked doing this to you, though,’ she confessed; however this time she didn’t blush.

‘You can do all you want to me,’ he offered, ’see me as your delightful toy.’

‘As interesting as it might be, I think I have done enough for tonight,’ she replied and searched his eyes for a reaction. Ron had usually flipped when she had declined his demand to have sex. Would Lucius be the same?

‘As I’ve said before, you only have to do what you’re comfortable with. I do enjoy your attentions immensely but I’ll have to live with what I get,’ he conceded in a calm tone, as he had seen the uncertainty in her eyes. A good lover was always giving a lot of leeway for his partner - that was something Lucius adhered to.

‘Can we retire for the night then?’ Hermione asked, knowing very well that there was no way she would escape being near him. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, his body felt wonderful to her touch. His skin was so smooth and the strong muscles beneath it were just magnificent.

‘As you wish,’ he said and helped her rise and rinse of the remaining soap suds of their bodies, then wrapping a soft towel around her body.

His caring attitude surprised her, but she just let him do it-it felt so nice to be cared for after her long time alone.

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