Beyond the Veil -- COMPLETE

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Updated 9-22-08

Well, for a kinky chapter, the reviewers gave positive feedback. I suppose the lurkers are mostly represented by the ones who do review. I hope so, anyway. The hits seemed normal, unless some of you read the chapter twice LOL.

To answer my ravishing reviewers -

sisterae - I see you are really excellent at the pegging scenes. Wonderful! Beautifully done. I’m learning from you.


Citten – She isn’t our poor Hermione for long. You know Lucius. A multi-lemon chapter is coming up.


Utopia – Uck, yes, duplicating the jade in use for hundreds of years? Definitely hygienic. Utopia speechless. I guess I done good… 8-)


doodle – Lucius really has changed quite dramatically, although twelve years of prison probably put him on the path to more consideration for others. The mysterious Veil can’t be answered just yet. Sorry!


Heidi191976 Hi, Heidi. [waves] Thanks!.


Damiana – LOL, yes, you answered your own question about using the real jade pieces. Heirloom sex toys. You saw their vault. They never toss out anything. And you can unfurl your drool rag, lady. Ya ain’t through, yet.


Mrs_Helene_Snape – I hope you kept that drool rag, ‘cause I’m on a roll! Or rather, Lucius is… And he says hop on his kinky merry-go-round anytime. There’s always room for one more.


Snapes_Goddess – Yes, well, he’s not ENTIRELY tuckered out quite yet. Part 2 coming up.


Rini – I have read of many very low-cut evening gowns in Regency times, but perhaps they were worn by the racier matrons. That evening Hermione was sort of in costume, too. Just like Lucius. You are right. Voldie’s mom wasn’t a Squib. Her father kept calling her that and it stuck in my head. I stand corrected and adjusted the text to be another of Lucius’ fibs to the women. Thank you!


Jesse – Hermione will find Lucius very generous, maybe too generous LOL.


Clare1984 I’m glad you liked the lemon and sorry the drool rag was insufficient. You’ll need to scout out a stronger one, I’m afraid [grin]. Unless your computer always smokes after sex, my guess is NO, it shouldn’t have smoke coming from it. I’m looking forward to your story. Yummy!


LadyVoldemort87 _ I’m happy you made your way through the chapter unsquicked. You’re brave to read past your comfort zone. Bravo back to you!


pumkin – I thank you for your ‘wow’ review. Yes, my dreams were pretty good, actually. And yours?


meankitty69 – Lucius is a master of corruption, especially in the boudoir. More coming up.


blue artemis – Yes, their trust issues are dwindling to nothing. The mystery is getting MUCH closer. We just had to diverge for Lucius to repay Hermione’s generosity.


tambrathegreat – I’m happy the descriptions were vivid for you. Lucius is nothing if not kinky. I do think his nature is connecting to her dormant one, waking it.


Scary Bear Hair – Hugs, Scary. I hope you’re feeling better this week. Humor is always important in my stories. I like making them fun to read. I don’t know what it says about me, that the smut just flies through my fingers onto the keyboard.


FlowersBecomeScreens - I hope your exam went well! I’ll bet it didn’t cover pegging, did it, LOL. If the last chapter wasn’t long enough, maybe this chapter will suffice for you. Hip replacements? Is that industry fueled by overeager lovers, I wonder? Maybe overeager, overAGE lovers…snicker.


sheherazade - Lucius is usually quite egalitarian about sex - luckily for Hermione (who probably wouldn’t let him get away with anything less). Walk through the Veil and ask for King Charles II era. I’ll bet the jade columns were a popular item then. What color would you choose? You can still spend a little time polishing your tenterhooks. They won’t be needed for this chapter.


nitesfool – Thank you! Glad you liked the chapter. More to come.


Jesustheatheist – Welcome! Wow, I am honored by all your encomiums. Thank you! I hope you like the next chapter, too. I always announce the next chapter on my LJ (http://labibliographe.livejournal.com) when I update, but otherwise I don’t do chapter alerts.


Attention! Drool rags at the ready? Go!


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Chapter Forty-Two

Exchanging Gifts


Hermione had the nagging feeling there was something that she should know, something she should have figured out, like the time Pansy Parkinson had hexed her moisturizer in fourth year and she’d developed purple spots on her face and hands. She had noticed the sly Slytherin witch coming out of her compartment on the Hogwarts Express when they were on their way to school, but Pansy said she’d mistaken the doors and walked on, entering a compartment further on. It took Hermione a whole day of scratching before she went to see Madam Pomfrey and learned she’d been hexed. Then, stupidly, it had been another whole day before she had put together the fact of Pansy in her train compartment and the purple spots and her moisturizer.

Hermione still fondly recalled the look on Pansy’s face when the nasty witch had scuttled into Potions late three days later. Snape had yelled at his own Slytherin pupil for her tardiness and everyone had turned to look at her. Harry had loaned Hermione the invisibility cloak and she’d put a hex on Pansy’s toothbrush. Hermione figured no one else would use the Slytherin witch’s toothbrush so the hex wouldn’t affect anyone else.

Stupidly, Pansy had continued to brush her teeth and she had re-cursed herself for an entire week with large beaver teeth before she figured out what was doing it. Pansy knew Hermione had done it, but she didn’t know how and she couldn’t blame Hermione without her own hex becoming known. That had been very satisfying.

Hermione decided that if she didn’t try so hard to remember, maybe whatever was nagging at her would come to the front of her mind by itself, so she gave up struggling to remember and rose to get dressed for the boring al fresco breakfast she’d been belatedly invited to at the dinner party the evening before.

She supposed all the women wanted to do was politely coerce her into revealing her bedroom experiences. Hermione’s grim smile did not bode well for the hopeful matrons. She was tempted to tell them about last night, but she would never do that to Lucius just to see the horrorstruck faces of her tormentors. Hermione would bet that those gasps of horror would be accompanied by not a few soaked knickers that no one would admit to, the silly, vicious cows.

Lucius had still been serenely snoring when Hermione had to leave. She kissed his unconscious face and ran her fingers through his tangled hair, but he slept as though dead – except for the quiet rumbling issuing from his lips. Sighing, Hermione left for the morning entertainment, knowing she was slotted to be the true entertainment. The little witch was starting to loathe those social afternoons, listening to inane gossip about idiots trying to outdo each other. The social scene was definitely the downside of being married to a wealthy man.

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That evening, after a happy, companionable dinner, Lucius brought in a big, white box tied with a big red ribbon and set it on the table before Hermione in the library where they both liked to relax in the evenings. “I’m sorry last evening was so one-sided. I’m not used to…” Lucius adjusted his little speech when he saw a faint heat stealing up her cheeks, “ um, that…any more. You were gone when I woke up.” His tone said he’d been a bit disappointed and Hermione distractedly patted his knee for sympathy as he stood beside her, but her eyes were glued to the box on the table.

“Anyway,” he smiled, “you’ve given me great pleasure – I hope you receive pleasure from this.” Lucius sat down beside her. “Open it,” he urged, his enthusiasm showing in his glowing eyes. A gift for you.”

Hermione exclaimed, “A present! Mine!” surprising Lucius with her delight. It was brought home to him that all his wealth was not as important as this small, personal bestowal. His heart expanded at her joy. She was unique in his experience - his little witch.

Curls bouncing, Hermione picked up the box and ripped off the ribbon. She quickly opened the lid and pushed aside the tissue paper. “Oh! Oh! This is wonderful! You figured out how to do it. And the colors are lovely. And there are tiny flowers embroidered on them. Did you do that, too?” Hermione lifted several pair of modern knickers that looked like her Tahitian Sunset pair and set them down on the table. Below them were several matching bras.

“Do I look like I could embroider flowers? I asked one of the women at the bordello who excels at it. I noticed she always had…” Lucius stalled and Hermione raised an inquiring brow.

“Well,” he continued warily, “her evening gowns are always beautifully embroidered. And before you get upset, remember the women are merely part of my business. I asked her and she said she would be delighted, although she thought the garments quite ugly. I’m a very good employer, you know.”

Hermione giggled, “I know you are and I don’t care. Her detail work is breathtaking. She should be making a career of her needlework. It would be a good investment for you to fund a shop for her.”

Lucius just smiled, but he tucked away the possible future investment idea to be investigated later. At the moment he wanted to bask in his wife’s happiness.

Hermione leaped up from the sofa, raised her rose muslin gown and dragged down the hated pantalettes, throwing them across the room. “Which color should I wear first? You choose.”

Lucius was happily diverted by her unexpected, erotic exhibition, but readily responded, “Personally I prefer you just like that, wearing nothing. Any impediment to me enjoying my favorite playground is time wasted.” He heard her chide, “Lucius!” and grinned. “Very well. I admit I chose colors I particularly like, so perhaps the black set with the calla lilies. Black is clichéd of me, I know. What can I say? I’m a man.” He lifted the black lacy bra and knickers and placed them in her hands, sitting back to be entertained by his wife donning the skimpy garments.

Hermione was conscious that she was expected to put on a show and certainly didn’t want to disappoint her husband after he’d gone to the trouble of creating items she absolutely adored. A warm, happy sensation enveloped her and she acknowledged to herself that maybe she adored him, too. Her wizard was definitely one of a kind – it was dawning on her that he was the one made for her. His grumbly temper and persnickety ways didn’t really bother her at all, now that she had his measure. If she kept him happy in bed, everything else fell into place. That was easy enough. Using that jade had been quite exciting.

Hermione realized that at his core her mate was a hedonist, albeit a very intelligent one. His extreme wealth had always supported his natural tendencies, so when they were dirt poor in Muggle London for those few days, it was no wonder her husband had gone after wealth like a heat-seeking missile.

Hermione turned her back to Lucius mutely asking him to untie the gown’s tapes, which he did with alacrity, leaning forward from his seated position on the sofa to drop a kiss that turned into a lick at the base of her spine.

The little witch shivered at the caress, then stepped away and faced her mate, placing her new lingerie on the low table. She stripped off her loosened dinner gown with a slow shimmy of her shoulders. The dress dropped to her waist and she circled her hips, sliding her palms down her sides until she reached the bunched fabric of the dress.

When the dress fell to the floor, Hermione kept skating her palms over her hips down to the bottom edge of her chemise midway down her thighs, making little artistic mewls as she petted herself. She kept up the circling of her hips, watching Lucius as his icy eyes dilated with his concentration on her impromptu striptease.

She giggled to see him suddenly squirm on the sofa and she knew he was cursing his tight pantaloons – they were getting tighter by the second. Her favorite playground, she smiled as his bulge expanded.

“Is this going to be a form of torture, or will I get to remove the lingerie after you’ve seen if they fit?” Lucius’ eyes never left Hermione’s undulating body. He had never been so profoundly relieved that she despised corsets.

“Oh, I don’t know. I think I’ll keep them on.” Hermione saw a slight frown mar her spouse’s handsome face until she added, “I might – hmm, I might see if they stretch easily when I’m on my knees, though.”

She heard an indrawn breath escape her husband. After a space of seconds, he asked in a slightly strangled tone, “If I may inquire - will I be in front of you or behind you when you test the flexibility of your underwear?”

“Your choice,” she answered, now slinking her chemise up her body and over her head, tossing it onto the sofa.

Lucius’ expression went from frown to fervor in the space of a heartbeat and his eyes narrowed in calculation. He leaned forward to push the table out of his way for his treat and Hermione laughed at his eagerness. All she wore now were her stockings tied at the knees with garters, and indoor silk slippers. He was choosing to have her kneel in front of him and she was sad to have to put on her lovely new knickers even for a moment because they were going to be soaked through. Then she laughed at herself – living with Lucius meant that all of her new knickers were going to be soaked most of the time. It was a wonder she wasn’t chronically dehydrated.

Hermione picked up her bra and slipped the delicate garment into place, leaning forward in the timeless way of women putting on their bras, jiggling her breasts into the lacy cups as Lucius drank in the feminine display.

Suddenly he gave an impatient growl and went to work yanking off his boots. Then he stood up, threw off his jacket and unbuttoned the falls of his trousers, quickly stripping out of them and taking his socks off at the same time. “Ahhhh,” he groaned. “That feels so much better.” He sat down again, lounging on the sofa in the attitude of a Sultan reclining on his divan, one leg splayed open, an arm running along the back of the cushions.

Hermione stood with her black lace undies in her hand ogling her husband who now was relaxing wearing only his shirt and waistcoat, the lower portion of him expanding from under the shirttails even as she stared in thrall at his masculinity.

“Are you developing a fetish, Lucius? Is displaying your goods from under a dress shirt a new turn-on?”

“No,” he replied easily, “It’s more a reaction to these damned, tight trousers and the fact that I’m now much more comfortable with you. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Oh, not at all. I admit, I like it a lot,” she said, pleased at the compliment. Hermione stepped into her black lacy underwear, snapping the elastic waistband in overt enjoyment. “I do love your gifts. These fit perfectly.”

“More’s the pity,” Lucius replied, his erotic views now curtailed.

Hermione flashed her disgruntled wizard a smile ripe with amorous promise and put a slinky wiggle into her hips as she walked toward him, stopping when she got right up between his parted legs. She dropped gracefully onto her knees before him and drew little circles on his inner thigh with one finger.

“You know, Lucius? I believe the Veil is sentient – I think it read our minds and gave us what we wanted. It gave you money and me a husband. Like the hat, it also has legilimency abilities.”

“It also gave me a wife and you money. We both won. But it gave us these things in exchange for…what?”

Hermione’s finger meandered closer to the wizard’s assets and she watched in fascination as his male sac reacted by tightening and retreating from her questing fingertip. The male body never ceased to mesmerize the little witch as she gently blew on Lucius making his sac tauten and clench further. “Does everything have to have a price?” she asked idly.

Lucius’ answer was unequivocal, “Yes. Everything. We’ve been shanghaied into rearranging history for that musty old stone arch. I suspect we were pressed into service for just that purpose.” When he saw Hermione’s surprise, he added, “You don’t think our presence on the Veil’s dais was purely happenstance, do you? I think we were somehow herded there, like stupid cattle. And haven’t you ever wondered why we weren’t able to apparate? The Ministry’s protective wards had all fallen.” He mourned the cessation of Hermione’s digital journey up his thigh and sighed. “Let’s not discuss that right now.”

Lucius took hold of her wandering finger and pulled the rest of her hand right up onto his lonely cock, gently wrapping her fingers around him. “Touch me,” he whispered in a low, seductive tone that inundated her new black knickers with the exhilaration his voice always inspired. As her small fingers eagerly relearned his size and girth, Lucius encouraged her, “You know what I like, kitten.”

Hermione nodded happily. She made a loose fist, slid her circled digits up his length and polished the head, then gently ran her thumbnail along the underside of his glans. His reaction was immediate and extremely gratifying. Lucius opened his long legs wide and covered Hermione’s small hand with his own to the accompaniment of a gratified male groan.

His deep groan vibrated within her like a recently struck tuning fork, reverberating in Hermione’s womb; she clenched her thighs together trying to keep the feeling there from dissipating. The blond wizard used her fist under his to stroke himself, squeezing harder than she would have dared.

“Why is everything you do to me is so damned erotic?” he rasped. “I can hardly breathe when you touch me in any way at all. It’s as though you’ve hexed me with a spell that reduces me to a mindless jelly… well, a mindless sex-crazed jelly,” he chuckled, then moaned as Hermione tentatively licked the end of him and cupped his balls in her other hand.

Lucius let go of her hand and let her take him over, reeling with unabashed bliss from her mouth on him, her darting tongue circling the cushioned head of his cock and then pulling more of him into her liquid, oral heat. His frost-colored eyes were closed, but his long, elegant fingers slipped into her curly hair, clutching her head as she ministered to his eager tool. Lucius rested his head against the sofa back and he began crooning to his wife in ecstatic accents, completely spellbound by the feel of her mouth and hands on him, telling her she bewitched him always, he loved the velvet of her lips on his body, he adored her, needed her, loved her.

His rapt words dwindled to moans as his willing captivation consumed him, until he was purely reacting to her sucks and licks and squeezes with the flexing of his buttock muscles. His inarticulate sighs were punctuated by breathy moans of ‘kitten’, the only other sounds in the room the popping of the fire and her salacious sucking. And then suddenly he went still, straining upward into her giving mouth. His moan rose to a shout and his fingers in her hair closed into fists as he emptied his all down Hermione’s happily consenting throat.

He lay slumped on the sofa for minutes, breathing harshly, yet his face was softly relaxed in repose, his eyes still closed. Hermione knew he wasn’t asleep, just luxuriating in the afterglow. She kissed the inside of his thigh and rose, letting him enjoy his boneless satisfaction while she pondered how seriously to take his ramblings while he was getting sucked off.

He had said he adored her, needed her, but the part that made her heart thump was that he’d said he loved her. Did he? Did she want him to? He looked so adorable, peacefully lying with his head draped on the back of the sofa, his long, flaxen hair tangled around his face. He still wore his shirt and vest, but was naked from the waist down. Adorable and overwhelmingly erotic.

Did she want anything deeper from him in their marriage than she had thought they had? Hermione put away the disconcerting feelings bombarding her and picked up her box of lingerie and her other clothing. Lucius had been incredibly thoughtful and had taken the time to work on transfiguring what she knew was a difficult project, just for her. She went back to Lucius who was still relaxing peacefully, bent down and gave him a quick kiss, “I’m going to put these away, Lucius. I wish I had a camera.”

Lucius opened one eye and gave her a mock baleful stare, “Try it and a photo of Hermione Malfoy being bare-ass spanked will be on the front page of the Daily Prophet the next day.” He closed his eye again, but he smiled; Hermione left, chuckling. They both knew there were no cameras to be had.

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Half an hour later, Lucius entered their bedroom to find Hermione sitting primly in bed, a granny nightie tied under her chin and totally engrossed in a large book splayed across her knees.

“My love, are you auditioning for a place in my bordello because I could use that starchy, spinster look. I think it would be quite popular with the men of this era – such a challenge. It’s certainly making my blood boil.” Lucius crossed to the bed and stood with his arms crossed, still missing his trousers.

Hermione chuckled, “I’d kill your business completely. I’d be lecturing all your customers to go home to their wives and pleasure them instead of wasting their energy with your employees.”

Hermione closed her book and set it on the nightstand. Lucius apparently still had some energy of his own to waste on her, if that jutting protuberance peeking from under his shirt was anything to go by. She waved a hand at his erection, “Weren’t you thanked enough for my beautiful present?” She pushed down her covers and crawled over to the side of the bed, “Lucius, I think that thing is going to be standing at attention when they’re lowering you into your grave.”

“Quite likely, if you’re nearby,” he said, capturing a small hand as it reached for the goods on display. “Not so fast, my love. I think it’s time for you to be introduced to your first ‘little stick’,” Lucius leaned over and picked up the smallest column of dark green jade, holding tightly to a little hand that suddenly wanted to be elsewhere.

Hermione scanned the piece of jade Lucius was slowly swishing about in front of her face – it hadn’t looked too big before, but now it looked like the main flagpole at Hogwarts. “Can’t you give me a little more notice, Lucius? I’m not in the mood right now.”

“Hermione, we both know you’ll get in the mood for this when Diagon Alley becomes a shopping mall. This piece of jade is so thin you won’t even notice it – much.” Her husband leered playfully at the wide-eyed witch who sat mesmerized by the inimical implement swaying before her face.

Hermione made one last yank on her captive hand and slumped, resigned to getting rather than giving. It was much more fun to wield the jade than to contemplate having it explore one’s own innards. “I want a lot of numbing cream first. How far in are you going to push that thing? Not as far as your cock could go, are you?”

Lucius sighed, “So adventurous when you are in control. I’m not so sure you’re a switch after all, Hermione. Do you really even like to be spanked?”

Hermione’s insides clenched in approval of that word. She really did like that form of recreation and wished Lucius would do that instead of using the jade. “Oh, well, yes, I like it. More and more each time. “ She saw her hesitancy was making Lucius question her sincerity for all the new forms of sex play they had been trying. “So what do I do? Do you want me to lie down like you did?” Hermione turned her hand in Lucius’ and pulled him onto the mattress.

Let me get the numbing ointment first, Madam Daredevil.” Lucius took only half a minute retrieving a special cream to help relax his wife’s muscles. He didn’t bring anything to dull her sensation – that wasn’t the point of the exercise, but he said nothing, merely letting her assume he had something to deaden her body’s backside.

Before climbing onto the bed next to Hermione, Lucius removed his shirt and waistcoat, reducing his apparel to zero. “Are you going to have your first lesson wearing that kinky granny nightie? Where did you get it?”

“It’s from the boardinghouse, remember? No, I can remove it if you truly need me to,” Hermione was half teasing, but keeping the nightgown on did make her feel less exposed to the unknown facing her.

Lucius heard the uncertainty, but ignored her hesitation. If he couldn’t project confidence and a positive attitude, she would only fret more. Letting her off the experience wasn’t an option as far as he was concerned.

“Off, Hermione. Everything off and lie on the bed the same way I did.” Lucius gestured to the center of the mattress and stood, arms crossed, waiting.

Hermione peeped up at her mate, hoping for a reprieve, but none was offered, so with a sigh, she pulled her granny nightie off, crept up onto the bed and lay in the center, presenting her best imitation of a martyr, big sad eyes staring at the ceiling.

“Hermione, have you ever considered a career on the stage? A hint, love, if you decide to pursue that career - the sacrificial lamb act is just a bit overdone. I think it’s the tense shoulders or maybe the tight fists. Do one or the other, but not both,” Lucius smiled.

“Oh, hurry up, won’t you? I really am scared and it’s unkind of you to tease me.” Hermione ventured a glance at her husband under her lashes to see how her little guilt-inducing speech was affecting him and saw she was going to get some jade whether she liked it or not. Huffing, she said, “I’m ready, then.”

Lucius duplicated the thin piece of jade as he had done before and climbed up between Hermione’s thighs, setting the cream beside him and removing the lid. “Put your feet flat on the bed like you had me do and spread your thighs farther apart.” He wedged the jade piece into the open jar for the moment, leaving it there while he concentrated on the sweetly feminine view opening up in front of him.

Hermione squirmed, but complied and put her soles on the mattress, widening the space between her thighs. The minute she did, her husband moved up almost to her bum, settling himself on his knees. He sat comfortably back on his calves, then began tracing the edges of her private place in a hypnotic cadence, neither too fast nor too slow.

Hermione’s attention was diverted to his wandering finger as she watched it circle all around the place she wanted it to explore. “If I’m going to get the jade applied, at least take my mind off of -” Hermione squealed as Lucius pinched one of her outer folds. “What did you do that for?” she demanded.

“If you can’t trust me to do this correctly and bring you to your pleasure, we will quit now and I won’t ask this of you again.” Lucius’ eyes flashed silver with his exasperation.

“Oh dear… I’m sorry, Lucius. I’m not being very gracious. I trust you. I just didn’t think of it like that. Continue,” Hermione tremulously smiled and went limp on the bed, accepting his control. Immediately the finger began its journey around and through the stimulating nerve endings she offered to him.

Soon Hermione was lost in the erotic rhythm of first one flexing finger, then two, then three as Lucius found and worked over all her favorite secret places with an expertise gained from his intense focus on her reactions whenever they were intimate. Her fists re-formed, this time wrinkling the bed sheets in clutches at either side of her hips as she watched those long, slim fingers work their magic.

Her wizard had amassed quite a repertoire of teasing moves - flicking, sliding, spreading, stretching - all of which he deployed, easily causing the little witch to begin mewling and twitching, gasping his name at first, but sinking to inarticulate panting within minutes. Her eyes closed as she sank under his proficient technique, little catches of breath her only contribution.

Lucius saw her eyes close and her voice fade to sighs and knew it was time to move his agenda. He kept up his swirling touch, but stuck one finger of his other hand into the cream and warmed it on the tip of his finger before gently touching his wife’s delicate rosette.

Hermione’s eyes snapped open to see her husband already holding up his cream-laden finger, wagging it at her so she could see. “Wha…? Oh, Looocius,” she moaned as his other, petal-buried fingers never lost their rhythm between her thighs.

“I’m applying some of the cream you asked for,” he said as he returned his questing digit to her little ring of puckered muscle, now clenching strenuously against invasion. He massaged the opening over and over and over, soothing her but letting her know he was continuing the sequence.



Quiet minutes ticked by as Lucius waited patiently for his target to loosen with Hermione’s distraction from his other hand. He slowly withdrew the jade copy from the jar, now full of gloppy cream and placed the thin piece of stone at her anal entrance, pressing it right up against the ring of muscle.

Hermione instantly tensed up once again, but Lucius refused to let her body reject the intrusion; he increased the pressure as Hermione tried to close her thighs. It was impossible to move with Lucius’ body in the way and Hermione suddenly let go their tussle.

Lucius rewarded her by inserting the stone just a small increment as he simultaneously leaned forward and buried his face in her liquid heat, giving his wife such a high she forgot she was experiencing an anal penetration for the first time.

The triple threat of Lucius’ tongue, his fingers now curving in her sheath and the gentle sawing motion of the jade all coalesced into a landslide of lascivious sensation that overwhelmed the small witch with hurricane force. Before she knew what her body was going to do, Hermione shot off the edge of the world so fast Lucius’ ears were flattened to his head by convulsively snapping thighs which then lifted tiny hips, smashing his nose into his favorite territory.

Lucius never lost a licking beat, riding out his kitten’s desperate detonation until her petite body slowly quit juddering and floated down from the heavens, slumping onto the mattress in total exhaustion. Her thighs fell apart unnoticed by the sated little female and her feet skated down the sheet until her legs were fully extended. Hermione slid into a grateful sleep.

Lucius made use of the ugly granny nightie to wipe his sodden face, tidied up his comatose wife and removed the jade without her giving up even a murmur or errant twitch. He used his wand to put both of them and the bed to rights, removed the cream jar and the extra jade piece to the bathroom, then fell into bed beside the woman he loved. With a gentle roll, he brought Hermione’s length to rest in its usual place on his chest and within seconds, he, too, was deeply asleep.

tbc...


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I hope I haven't caused any stomach aches from a surfeit of lemon pie. For you mystery fans, stay tuned!

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