Beyond the Veil -- COMPLETE

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Updated 9-15-08


Many thanks for your lovely reviews. Are we ready for the kinky lemon? Those who would prefer to skip this chapter which deals with anal sex can catch us next chapter. The rest of you may stay. *quietly hands out drool rags to those so inclined*


Some answers to your reviews:


lurky loo – No, don’t die of scurvy. It’s not necessary when the lemons are all over this web site. Re Hermione being the kinky one in a story, I allllmost got there with my short one-shot called, “Young Girl”. It could have gone that way heh, heh. enjoyed with kinkiness. Lucius has rising pantaloons enough for everyone. No ‘shortage’ there. Glad you like the mystery. Mia it is!


sisterae – Lucius is learning his comfort level with Hermione in many ways. Sex is just one. Something smutty this way comes!


HermioneMalfoyFan – As for the blackmailer, they will show up very soon. Lemon first. That’s the motto for this web site (and my own, of course).


Heidi191976 – Thank you, Heidi. Lemons ahoy.


Clare1984 - A few might skip the chapter. There may be pure mystery lovers and that is okay. Lucius does make good lemons, though. LOL - emphasis on ‘slowly’ falling in love. It only takes them oodles of chapters in my stories. Could they just get it over with and move on? Nah, those pesky insecurities, resentments, and outside influences always trip them up. Lucius does snore - lightly - when he’s very tired, poor lamb. And his Slytherin tendencies come in handy at times. “The mighty Lucius” – ooh, I like that.//And how EXCITING that you’re venturing into authorship. Lucius can have an original female character, but the drawback is the organization of this web site. There isn’t a place for that except in the amorphous “het - male/female” section, which is quite awful for finding any pairing, being unsorted for any but canon characters. If you stick with Lucius and Hermione there is a true section for that pair. FYI. I’ll be thrilled to read it, blow by blow.


Muffy – Lucius has been charming and now he’s going to get his reward for his consideration of Hermione. [grin]


doodle – I’m so happy to hear you and your family are okay. The pics on the news are very alarming! Yes, the very daring women dampened their petticoats/dresses so quite a lot was on display. I believe it was the racier women, though. I guess Lucius could be classified as racy, but the men’s trousers were somewhat revealing as the norm. Too bad that fashion has died out.


tambrathegreat – Catty women probably came over on the ark. Nothing new with that group. Letitia Armbruster did have something of an ulterior motive in helping Hermione. Lucius promised to track down the blackmailer and he’s filthy rich so she might have thought he could help. In this next chapter, I’m not sure who will be doing the begging…


blue artemis – I think I’d be green with envy at Hermione walking into that party with a husband like Lucius at her side. And I’d be talking to Madam Celestine about Hermione’s dress the next day.


Scary Bear Hair – I was tempted to begin a serial road trip through the Veil for Lucius and Hermione, but I resisted. Lucius and Hermione in space appeals, doesn’t it? Someone’s already done the evil Dumbeldore/ everything opposite story, but they never finished. Yes, I think Lucius could give ol’ Darcy a run for his money (sorry, Colin). I think Hermione is just about to become less naïve, heh, heh. And I think it’s been said (not by me) that patience is a virtue. The wait’s over for this next chapter. Don’t you feel all that lovely virtue just coursing through your veins?


angelprince - The other husbands at the dinner party could be anywhere from pot-bellied toads to Adonises. I (no bias here!) think Lucius would still outshine them all. Ewww, would anyone even want Pettigrew for a husband? Okay, maybe a blind…hmmm, nope, not even then. Sorry, Wormtail.


Utopia – I thought the Playwitches had more than one issue, but it’s off the internet now [sob]. I did get the pics, though. You WILL cough up the URL for the naughty pic, won’t you! Or talk to me at my email addy. I did Lucius in a frilly pink apron in my “Prisoners” story, but he did have on something underneath. He ripped off the apron right after it was put on him. He wasn’t an apron kind of guy in that story and I have to agree. The visual of Lucius wearing his shirt and nothing else rather commands my attention. Hmmm, his length lying quietly…should I have said quiescently? Actually, your squeaks, purrs, and mews should be Hermione’s reactions. Aw, you aren’t into military allusions?


slytherin-princess – Mutual feelings being aired has to come up soon or I’ll be finished with the story leaving them each wondering if the other cared. Don’t worry, we’ll get there…


FlowersBecomeScreens - Time for you to get out your wine. Smut approacheth. Lucius has no shame. He’ll use whatever works to solve their problems and I think he’s spot on with the women cozying up to Hermione for info on her sex life. More irritation for the little witch.


Citten – You can put your hand over your eyes and peer between your fingers for this next chapter. That may help. I suppose you could skip it, if you want – I’m honored you’re willing to read it.


sheherazade – “Deployed”, snort! You used a military term to go along with the skin soldier analogy. That made me laugh. His female audience was silent, but he may be overoptimistic that they were really listening to him. Would you hang on Severus’ every word if he sat down right in front of you? I don’t think I could even hear over the pounding in my ears from my heart giving out. Heh, heh, jade columns – rude or magical? You know me [fakes a blush].


Rini – I meant for Hermione’s dress to be soignée and beautiful, not trashy. After seeing the URLs you can see that’s what I modeled her gown on. Yes, Lucius should have carried drool rags for the evening, although heaven knows where he could have stowed them in those pantaloons. Shrunk them, perhaps. And yes, I was describing Voldie as the unparalleled wizard. Lucius didn’t have to make that up. And Voldie's mother wasn't quite a Squib. Lucius may have toyed with the truth a bit there.


jw – Lucius won’t forget to tell Hermione about his dinner party lies. We won’t be there when he repeats his info though. He took the opportunity to pave Hermione’s social path when he saw her troubles at the party. He did get some info with his covert legilimency at the table.


meankitty69 – Um, where do you plan to stuff the foie gras? He may not care which one is offered, depending.


Damiana – Oh, I think you can expect more info and a detailed demonstration of the jade columns. Deviance rules. I’m glad you’re caught up and I hope I’m not updating too fast. Just duck when the bricks fly over your head if the others think I’m slowing down for you. NOT SO, EVERYONE! You should be safe now LOL.

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Chapter Forty-One

Hot Jade

Hermione nearly stuttered her reply, feeling a bit squeamish about being taught the skill he meant. “Ah…as ready as I’ll ever be,” she drew a deep breath, unconsciously pressing Lucius’ wandering finger further into her cleavage.

Lucius smiled tenderly at the little center of his universe, “Very well.” He sat back on the side of the bed and reached for the tallest, thickest of the jade columns. “This is the gradation I use now. Watch while I transfigure its duplicate,” he enjoined her as he lifted his wand and aimed it at the jade piece, intoning, “Imitatio lapis fulgens,” whereupon a second jade piece appeared beside the first. The second piece was paler, but otherwise it seemed to have the same heft and look of the original. Lucius put the dark green piece back on the nightstand. The second piece of lighter green jade he handed to Hermione. “Tonight’s sex toy,” he said, his voice dropping into the lower register that always melted Hermione’s secret core.

Combined with the focused stare of those arctic eyes and his soothing, calming, arousing scent, she was ready to use the jade anywhere he wanted it to go. Her mood shifted into the floaty haze that always heightened her awareness of her husband, her sensuous nature building until she was almost tempted to use the piece of stone on herself. She shivered with anticipation, most of her trepidation washed away with the heated blood now rapidly pumping through her system.

The jade began warming in her palm and she ran it enticingly down the center of her body, sending the column closer to her feminine heat and teasing her mate into a low growl as he lunged for her, reclaiming his toy as he rolled his little witch beneath him.

“Not so fast, little tormentor,” he chided holding her down for his pleasure, his lips skating across her throat before resettling on her own and driving his tongue into the moist silk of her mouth. He tasted her familiar depths, then retreated to sucking her bottom lip before administering a slight nip as punishment for baiting him.

When she cried out he dove back inside for more of her sweetness, twining his tongue with hers in their usual erotic foreplay as he lured her mind and body closer to doing what he wanted. Lucius needed her to be comfortable and in control when he let her take over tonight’s sex play. He judged her ready when she burrowed her tiny hand between them and sought to grasp his now on-duty organ. “Soon,” he crooned, avoiding the small fingers invading his shirttail.

“Now,” moaned Hermione, already drugged with wanting her husband.

“Pleasure me first and I’ll do whatever you want,” the low, licentious voice of the wizard on top of her promised.

“Mmmm, pleasure. Yes, what…what did you want?” Hermione had lost track of where their evening’s entertainment was headed.

Lucius put the light green jade column back in the little hand that was trying to fondle him and rolled them both so he was on his back and she lay over him. “Accio lubricant!” a small jar floated from the bathroom into his hand. “Put some of this on me and some on the dome-shaped end of the column slathering it down about half way.” When he got a blank stare from her, Lucius elaborated, “I need some ointment to make things slide easily. I don’t make the same fluid naturally that you do, Hermione.”

Hermione looked down at the jade in her hand and blinked. The heat of her husband’s chest cradling her breasts through his thin shirt and his groin pressing against hers through her chemise turned up the temperature of her own libido and she decided this new type of lovemaking could be rather exciting after all. She scooted down between his legs until she was kneeling between his firm thighs. Giving him a naughty smile that made him a little nervous, she pushed his thighs further apart, “Just to make it easier for me, Lucius love.”

Lucius raised his shirttails so he was completely exposed from the waist down and smiled uncertainly back. Seeing his chary expression her features went from merely naughty to shamelessly uninhibited and the blond wizard felt goose bumps rise on his skin. He wanted this, but she seemed to be perhaps too anticipatory of a sudden. Where had his diffident sex partner gone?

Lucius grabbed a pillow and thrust it under his hips, raising himself while worrying. Had he been foolhardy in promoting her participation in this painting? He’d wanted it so much he had breezed by his misgivings, but now…now he had to trust her. Lucius took a deep breath and opened his heart and mind to her completely, allowing his trust in her to blot out his concern. He relaxed onto the pillow.

Hermione took the lid off the small jar and dipped the end of the jade into the creamy goo. Lifting it out, she took her index finger and suggestively rubbed the goo over the tip, back and forth, several times, peeking from beneath her eyelashes at her husband’s absorbed attention, her mouth quirking up as his pale eyes went nearly black from arousal. She was intent on covering the column with an even coating of cream all around the sides until it glistened in the dim light.

Hermione dipped the tip once more into the jar, then with her other hand, she tapped the insides of Lucius’ thighs, mutely adjuring him to spread his legs wider. As he did so, she put her hand under each knee and pushed up, letting him know she wanted his legs bent. He adjusted, putting the soles of his feet on the bed and bending his legs at the knee, so he made a wide vee with bent legs.

The painting had the man on all fours with the woman pushing the sex toy into him from the rear. Hermione thought she quite liked this position instead, with Lucius presented to her on a pillow platter. It gave her better access to other male parts for her to play with while he was being penetrated.

“I have a big glop of cream on the end of the jade, Lucius. What shall I do now?” Hermione brazenly petted the insides of his thighs, then lightly scored the sensitive skin with her fingernails, making him squirm a little. She reached down and gently lifted his balls in her hand before rubbing them against each other in their sac and getting them to rise in reaction so they were out of the way of her puckered objective.

“You’ll need to go slowly. It’s been a long time for me,” Lucius warned and tensed up his butt muscles reflexively, but almost immediately he made a concerted effort to relax. He knew it would be easier if he didn’t fight the intrusion. He was starting to pant a little in anticipation; he was amazed that his wife was taking on the role of provocateur, petting him and tantalizing him.

He never tired of being entertained by her starchy, pedagogic lectures juxtaposed with this burgeoning racy side to her. He had an idea he hadn’t even begun to plumb her depths in erotic play, but he was looking forward to the promise of her enthusiastic participation in each new experience he introduced her to.

Sometimes he wondered if someday she would overtake and seduce him into new intimacies. If she kept on talking to Margaret, he might even have to guard against losing his ascendancy in the bedroom. He was a switch, but he more often liked to be in charge, whether or not he was giving or getting; he grinned, knowing that was an oxymoron if ever there was one. All in all, if he had to live in the past, he knew he was the luckiest man alive to have gone through that Veil of Death with her.

Lucius felt the column at his entrance, the cream delivering a shot of cold to his sensitized skin. Again he fought to stay relaxed as for the first time in many years, his body felt the solid size of the largest jade piece stretching him in erotic welcome as he watched Hermione press the sex implement home. Instantly his anal channel sent ripples of licentious chain reaction throughout his nerve centers, making him gasp with pleasure.

Hermione heard him gasp and stalled her careful insertion, not wanting to hurt her mate. “Are you okay, Lucius? Tell me to stop if you don’t like it.”


“Gods, no, don’t stop,” he was panting in earnest now. “It feels- it feels glorious.”

“If you say so.” Hermione wasn’t so sure the technique would feel so glorious to her when her time came, but if he liked it, she would please him. Being the one wielding the jade was giving her a bit of buzz, having power over him, just as the riding crop had. She watched his hands grab the bed sheets in clutching fists and his thigh muscles flex as his torso arched up an inch or two, then settled down again. The column slid in another two inches as the little witch kept pressing it forward. She noticed a faint line just above her fingers where she was grasping the jade and assumed it might be where she had to stop.

When she got to that point Lucius confirmed her guess. “Angle it up a little and stop. Merlin’s balls that’s so damn good,” he groaned. “Pull it out slowly, then angle it in again that way.” Lucius bowed up again and Hermione nearly lost her hold on the now rather slippery column. She used a piece of the sheet to wipe the part where her hand had to grasp, then began the process over again using the new angle. Soon, she was increasing the pace and driving her husband into a frenzy of moans and gasps, punctuated with breathless words of praise and entreaties for more.

Hermione held off for a while, but the attraction of a very large, ruddy penis lured her other hand and she just had to run her palm over the underside as it swayed on his belly. She slid her fingers around the girth and began to work his cock in time to the thrusts of the jade.

Lucius was nearing the end of his control; it had been so long since he’d had the dual sensations that he was going mad with his arousal. He couldn’t even watch any more; seeing her petite hand on his tool and the confined jiggling of her breasts in her chemise as she slipped the jade in and out were sending him too soon to the edge.

He closed his eyes, but found that not watching allowed the intense feelings Hermione was generating between his legs to build up even more quickly. Keeping a strict rhythm, Hermione plunged the jade into her man, listening to him groan and tell her he loved it.

Her blond lover started panting in earnest, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, ah Gods, right there, yes, yes, YES!” Lucius fell off the edge of his kinky merry-go-round with a loud bellow, spinning away into near catatonia as he bowed his body high off the bed, supporting himself only by his shoulders and feet. Seconds of rigidity ended as he crashed back onto the mattress, shuddering all over with his climax, his torso and the bedclothes splattered with his seed as it initially shot out in generous spurts, then still sluggishly pumped for several more jerks before his body lay tranquil, his arctic eyes closed and his face briefly reflecting his ecstasy with a tired, lopsided grin before sliding slackly into sleep.

Hermione had tried to hold onto his penis, but his arching contortion whipped it out of her reach and she let go of the jade column, too, leaving it embedded for the moment. When Lucius finished quivering and lay quietly, Hermione removed the piece of stone and put it aside, then sat on her heels breathing fast with her exertions.

She quickly realized that Lucius was out for a while, so she scooted off the bed and took the jade and the small jar into the bathroom and left them, not knowing what Lucius did with his duplicated toy. She came back to the bed, waved her wand and removed all the milky evidence of Lucius’ enjoyment, tidying the bed completely. He rarely kept the bedcovers on him all night and he was still wearing his white shirt so Hermione tucked herself into bed on top of him as usual and was soon asleep from her energetic evening, lulled by his soft, exhausted snoring.

tbc...

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Our mystery is reaching its zenith. Stay tuned...

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