The Taming of the Shrew - Wizard Style - COMPLETE

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This chapter is a day early because I am going to a wedding tomorrow. I'm sure you don't mind...


Warning! This chapter contains anal sex. Tastefully done, of course, but graphic. A relaxing bath first, though, and a bit of humor. Enjoy!!

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A New Kind of Love


After the exodus of satisfied party-goers, the staff cleared out and let the house elves begin the work they were best at. Lucius knew by morning all traces of the ball would be gone and the Great Hall would be ready for the students’ breakfasts as usual. He watched Snape shepherd Narcissa out the double doors to their rooms in the dungeon; Luna and Neville left hand in hand for their quarters off the dispensary. Draco was nowhere to be seen.

With Hermione’s promise fresh in his mind, Lucius waited for her to come to him on the dais where she could easily find him; he wasn’t disappointed.

Hermione entered through the double doors that the Snapes had just exited, glanced around the hall and saw her husband standing at the other end, waiting. She smiled to herself, recognizing his first move in their sex dance. She was to come to him, rather than him coming to her.

Her eyes glowing with a combination of love, desire, and purpose, Hermione walked toward him, putting a tiny sway in her hips. The clever witch was careful not to overplay her movements; she didn’t want to signal her willingness too much by blatantly trying to be sexy; he would like it better if she seemed to be seduced in spite of herself. Looking at the sheer, masculine carnality on display, she decided the man probably had a shrine to Priapus tucked away somewhere. That would explain his assertion of constant physical readiness in her presence. But what explained hers? Hermione blushed; she knew what explained hers.

She stopped at the bottom of the dais and looked up at him, but only got a raised eyebrow. Hermione smiled and went around to the steps, climbing them, holding up her skirt as regally as a tiny queen and gliding to her husband’s side. “You look very pleased with yourself.”

“I was just standing here thinking about the pleasure to come. Did you know you’re a screamer?” he asked, slipping his hand into his wife’s and bringing it to his lips to kiss.

“I’m a what?”

“You scream when you come.”

“I…I…do I?” Odd that she didn’t know that. She couldn’t quite bring those moments to mind aurally. Her senses were always turned inward toward the precious, nerve-shattering intimacies her husband delivered. Hermione’s brow furrowed, “Surely I’m not that loud. Can everyone hear me? Why didn’t you stop me? Or put up a silencing spell?”

“My dear, a permanent silencing spell has been in place in our apartments here from our first night,” Lucius replied, kissing her hand again, “and I did it for multiple reasons, not only because your ear-splitting shrieks could disturb the owlery.” His mouth took on a rueful slant, “I myself am not exactly quiet in the throes of climax, but beyond that I don’t want prying ears for any of what may be discussed in our home.”

Hermione felt a little less embarrassed at Lucius’ admission that he, too, was noisy in bed. She did know that, but his voice was low and he sort of growled. A lot. Apparently she was in the shattering glass category. “The owlery? That’s way up on top of the West Tower. Surely not that far?”

“Hermione, I’ve permanently lost part of my hearing being so close to ground zero as it were,” Lucius grinned.

“Oh, you!” Hermione pouted, then her expression crumpled, “Truly? I’ve hurt you?”

“Of course not!” He shook her lightly, “Would I continue to encourage your screams with my tongue, fingers and cock if that were true? So gullible, love. I enjoy your screaming - it’s what I work for each time.”

If her screams made him feel half so wild as his growls made her feel by sending those waves of erotic shivers through her core, she could understand his addiction. His deep roars of orgasmic release definitely had a primitive, wanton effect on her.

He gently settled her hand on his arm. “Let’s go home.” Lucius pressed her hand onto his arm and Apparated them both to their apartment bedroom.

“Does Snape know you’ve disabled the Apparating restriction for yourself?”

“No, and I don’t plan to tell him. As Head of the School Governors, he would feel duty bound to do something about it and I would prefer not to place him in that position. Besides, it would inconvenience me.” Lucius turned his wife so he could unfasten the tiny hooks holding her dress on her.

Hermione knew better than to suggest he could just remove her dress with magic. Lucius liked to unwrap his gifts. When he finished, she went to work unbuttoning his shirt and waistcoat. Long, kiss-dotted minutes later they both stood nude.

“I don’t know what to do,” Hermione said a little nervously.

“As you said to me on another memorable night, your job is to relax.” Lucius’ hand skated down Hermione’s cheek, coming to rest on her shoulder. He gently drew her into his arms and waited only for her slim arms to circle his waist before leaning down and capturing her lush, coral-tinted lips with his own. A slight sigh gusted from his lips as his member pressed against his wife’s belly. He’d been looking forward to their spicy, new experience all evening.

The kiss started out with tentative touching of lips, changing angles as the lovers savored the anticipation with shared smiles between kisses, but soon they deepened their exploration as lips opened and tongues tentatively met then mated, first in his mouth, then in hers. Lucius had to remember he was going somewhere with the evening; he loved kissing and often got sidetracked far too long. Sighing, he lifted his head and picked up his sprite, carrying her into the bathroom where a hot bath was ready.

“How?” she asked, starry-eyed from the intense lip-locks.

“It’s what house elves are for.” He set her down and helped her step into the bath. When she was settled, he carefully folded himself into the tub opposite her. The tub was barely big enough for them both and legs had to be sorted under the water.

“Is this part of…um…tonight’s activity?” Hermione wondered.

“This serves two purposes. Cleanliness and relaxation, for both of us.” Lucius picked up one dainty foot and massaged it, watching Hermione’s eyelids slowly sink under the tranquilizing maneuver as he paid homage to each tiny pink-tipped toe. He gave her other foot the same treatment, then moved on to her calves.

“I could stay here all night,” she murmured, reclining against the end of the tub.

“This is to relax you, not put you to sleep,” Lucius warned as he saw her slip down farther into the soothing heat.

“Mmm,” she smiled, “I know. I’m just trying to relax like you said. What next?” Her brown eyes closed in contentment.

“Do you want a running commentary on each phase? I don’t think I’m up to a blow-by-blow description of each advance toward our coming together,” Lucius wanted to enjoy this new sexual venture with his wife, not be cast in the role of Quidditch announcer to their every move. “Why don’t you try to turn off your cross-examination and just let me direct the flow from here. Analyzing this will take most of the fun out of it,” Lucius tweaked a rosy, feminine nipple sticking up out of the water, causing a surprised squeak out of her.

Hermione rubbed the slight pain, rolling her eyes when she saw Lucius avidly tracking her hand on her breast. Ogre. “Do you like hurting me?” she challenged, wondering if she’d stumbled on a facet of his perversions she wouldn’t like.

A few strands of his pale hair fell into the water as Lucius cocked his head in an attitude of thought. “A little, I suppose, but I think it is more my reaction as a lover who wishes to control and subdue a mate who offers defiance. You challenge me constantly – I need, on some basic level, to wrest that control back occasionally, hence the rough sex and spanking,” he said honestly. “If you are looking for sweet, cuddly sex all the time, you are going to be very disappointed in me. Somehow,” he said, a sly smile blooming on his handsome face, “I really don’t think that will be an issue with you. Do you?”

Hermione slumped into the water to hide her breasts from any more depredations and kept her eyes open. “Does it get any worse as our marriage progresses? Should I be worried that I’ll be damaged during sex? Your honesty doesn’t fill me with the desire to continue with our program this evening.”

Lucius broke his rule for keeping information about his previous marriage to himself and alluded to his intimate past with his ex-wife to reassure Hermione, “Do you see Narcissa in a wheelchair? Please don’t insult my intelligence by telling me you haven’t found some pleasure in the miniscule pains you’ve experienced at my hands. Do let me know if you would find it abhorrent to inflict those same small flashes of sensation upon me, given the chance. It was my clear impression you wallowed in directing the sex and spanking after Step Two.”

Hermione assessed her husband’s words, mentally running back through her joy in controlling the bed sport. “I didn’t hurt you,” she parried.

“Not really, but you did like it, didn’t you? You’ve wondered what it would be like to have me submit to you, maybe be tied up next time while you wield the hairbrush. Don’t tell me it didn’t excite you. I was there. I saw.”

Lucius was happy his fierce erection was currently submerged as he saw a deep pink blush flow up Hermione’s neck and into her face. Oh yes, she’d like that. Soon, he thought, but not tonight. Being out of control was hard for him, but having her use the hairbrush had been surprisingly erotic. He would let that idea percolate for both of them while he moved on to more immediate interests.

Lucius climbed out of the tub and held a towel for Hermione, expecting her to rise also. A tiny, slick, naked body emerged from the waning bubbles and was wrapped in the warm softness of the offered towel, then it was removed and Lucius quickly dried himself with it. “You’ll be happy to know I’m conserving on laundry for our hard-working house elves,” he tossed the towel into a basket.

Hermione shot him a withering glare, but he merely smiled and accio’d his wand from the tux he’d left on the floor of the bedroom. “Turn around,” he twirled his finger in a circular motion to indicate his command.

“Not yet! Don’t do it yet!” Hermione panicked a little as she slowly turned her back on the wily wizard. She didn’t want to be poked unawares and tried to keep her eyes on him as she turned away.

“No, not yet,” he sighed. This was going to be slow going. Was Narcissa ever this scared about anal sex, her submissiveness notwithstanding? Cynically Lucius figured she had already indulged with others at Hogwarts before they were married. Lucius shrugged to himself. Well, so had he, so he couldn’t cast stones in that ancient direction. The long-ago orgy evening hadn’t opened any new vistas for him, male or female.

However, his little, fledgling wanton here didn’t need to know any of his colorful history. At this point, if she knew, she would be horrified, but after a few years of marriage he sardonically imagined she would be trying to best his exploits with that competitive nature of hers.



Lucius pointed his wand at Hermione’s backside and murmured a spell.

“Yikes!” Hermione jumped. “What did you do? It feels like you ran a garden hose through my guts at light speed.”

“Interesting analogy and rather accurate,” Lucius nodded with a notable lack of remorse. “I used a simple medical spell basic to Healers. It evacuates your intestines. I didn’t think you wanted to worry about any non-essential excretions for your first time.”

“Oh, my Gods,” moaned Hermione. He was right. That idea had been bothering her, but how mortifying for him to have to clean her out. Yech. Would her embarrassment never end?

Lucius herded his discomfited wife into their bedroom, setting his wand on his nightstand and throwing back the duvet covering the bed. Lifting Hermione up onto the mattress he whispered, “Move over,” and squeezed in beside her, making her shimmy farther onto the middle of the bed. Gathering her up, the intent wizard shifted both of them around until they were comfortable in each other’s arms, then he nuzzled his face into her soft hair, inhaling the feminine scent that was as familiar to him as his own.

Lucius held onto the petite form breathing nervously in his arms, little puffs of air tickling the skin under his chin, and a wash of serenity flowed over him, bringing with it the most amazing sense of pure happiness.

For all that he had no pretensions to upstanding morality and neither did he wish for any, his mind lit with a queer radiance, and the fantastic notion formed that he wanted somehow to be a better person for her. It was such a weird feeling he didn’t know quite what to do with it. It felt a bit like ants running around in his head. Had Snape been afflicted with this bit of fallout from falling in love with Narcissa? Lucius frowned, perplexed. Of course, Severus had always been more moral than he as a Malfoy born and bred could even bear to contemplate, so perhaps the dark-haired wizard hadn’t noticed any change in his ethics.

This odd sensation threatened to derail Lucius’ plans for the evening and the horrifying realization that he was contemplating letting Hermione off the hook for anal sex snapped him right back out of his brief, astonishing trance of social decency. Lucius’ heart rate sped up as he worried that truly loving his wife would rub some of her starchy moral code off onto him when he had been assiduously trying to loosen hers up for months. What an awful side effect of falling in love. The sophisticated, shifty blond controlled a fear-induced shudder, taking several deep breaths. He loved her, but he didn’t want to be like her. One of her in his immediate family was more than enough. He preferred her as a foil, not a reflection.

Determined to banish the appalling vision of himself as an ethical Malfoy, Lucius firmly pushed on with his program for the evening. Introducing one thigh between the little witch’s, Lucius rolled partly over his wife, still facing her, capturing her lips again and establishing his mastery orally. Soon he was lost in her sweet taste and soft skin, his fingers skimming over her breasts and plucking the crests as his tongue found its way into the high vault of her mouth, stroking from side to side and around her tongue in a seductive, repetitive dance that created corresponding surges of blood pumping through both their bodies, pooling low at the junctures of their legs.

The warm wall of masculine chest under her fingers was hypnotizing Hermione – she was sure her bones had softened so she could mold more tightly to him. He was suborning her every brain cell with that wicked tongue of his, unceremoniously filling the soft cavern of her mouth with a forceful, plundering expertise that shook her to her toes.

Moments later, as the kiss ended, she looked dazedly up into his face. The gentle touches of his hands on her body were meant to reassure, but there was nothing remotely gentle or soft in those wintry eyes. She was slightly taken aback at the fierce focus he maintained on her face, the dichotomy of his light touch and his concentrated stare unnerving her even as she wanted nothing more than to melt back up against his body like hot fudge on ice cream.

Reading her desire in her expanded pupils, her husband swooped in for another mind-blowing kiss and quickly scattered her wits again as she clutched his shoulders, kneading the heavily padded muscles like a kitten.

His light touches roamed south and Hermione gladly separated her thighs to accommodate his destination. She sighed and closed her eyes in pleasure, breathing, “Malfoy magical fingers” in his ear, earning a slight smile from the wizard as he plumbed her secrets. He was now intent on his mission to bring her to completion as the first act in their licentious play. Within a minute or two Hermione was panting in earnest, lifting her hips into the precision of his curled fingers stroking the sensitive skin in her sheath while circling his thumb on the connected bundle of exterior nerves, ruthlessly keeping an erotic pace that soon brought her to the point of no return. She was held down by his weight and his other hand, which had crept into her hair, but she didn’t care, her focus was all for the strict rhythm of Lucius’ fingers and thumb plying her folds and clit.

When Lucius heard her breathing begin to stutter and the soft mewling cries that presaged her screams, he slowly increased the pace, making Hermione unravel. Suddenly she went rigid and Lucius smiled. Now she would scream for him and he intended to prolong her climax until he had wrung her inside out.

Mind-wrenching minutes later, Hermione was exhausted from the drawn-out symphony of screams her husband had played on her body. The last shudders dying away, the little witch was limp with satiation. She was hardly aware of her body being turned away from her husband’s as he moved on to the finale he had been envisioning for months.

Lucius leaned off the bed for a moment, plucking a large bottle off his nightstand, then resuming his place behind his wife. The all-important lubricant was spread over his fingers and his penis in preparation for Hermione’s first venture into anal sex. He warmed globs of it in his hands, then gently rubbed some between her butt cheeks.

Hermione had been contentedly dozing until she felt the rimming of her anal rosette by a slick finger. She barely had time to suck in a surprised breath when a long, questing digit smoothly glided into her rear portal. The sated witch tensed immediately, and a low cry burst forth from her, surprising the eager wizard.

“Sshhh, shhh,” he crooned, rocking her, “Hermione, does it really hurt?” He stopped moving his finger.

She grimaced, but owned, “No, not exactly.” A small whimper escaped at the resumption of his finger’s penetration, millimetre by millimetre. In. Out. In. Out. It felt like Cleopatra’s Needle invading her rear. “Oh, Lucius, I thought you’d changed your mind. Please. That is so uncomfortable.” She was rigidly still, trying not to move and make his…whatever it was, venture any farther into her.

Lucius kissed her temple and replied in a low, seductive murmur, “You never really believed that. If anyone knows how persistent I can be, it’s you, love. I’ll hold my finger just this far in for a few moments and allow you to relax the best you can.” His tongue found a fascinating whorl just inside the shell of her ear and she shivered at the erotic touch. Her body let go just a bit, reducing the hard pressure on his index finger, letting him twist it very gently from side to side.

“Oh Gods, Lucius, this is embarrassing,” Hermione wasn’t exactly in pain. She just had no idea how to react to a man with his finger up her bum. It had never been on her short list of kinky activities. She acknowledged wryly to herself that she hadn’t had a short list of kinky activities before she met him.

Hermione smiled into the pillow so he wouldn’t see it. Her kinky list was growing longer with every month of her marriage. If she could get past this particular, oddball bedroom quirk of his, what more could he possibly do to her? Hermione took a calming breath and consciously tried to relax her derriere muscles, succeeding to some extent.

“It’s obviously not embarrassing to me,” her mate intoned quietly, “and I don’t believe it is truly embarrassing to you. Just a little unorthodox for your puritanical beliefs, which, if I may say so, are becoming more and more conspicuous for their absence in our bed.” Lucius heard a halfhearted huff of annoyance, but got no more resistance, so he added, “I warned you well ahead of time where my interests lay and I am not going to stop, so you may as well see what you can get out of this form of sex. Knowing you, it won’t be long before you have your wand up my arse.”

Lucius’ voice had a distinct overtone of amusement, but instead of riling Hermione, she had to bite her tongue not to laugh with him. The idea of doing this to him did have its curious side. Was her list already getting another entry? “You mentioned the possibility of me spanking you someday and now that’s happened. Is this form of sex something you like, too?” Hermione turned her head and looked into his eyes, seeing the soft lines crinkled at the edges. He was definitely laughing at her.

“I think I’ll leave that discussion for another day. Try to push out against my finger. That will help.” His finger began a minute sawing motion as he began teaching her body the intrusive feel she needed to learn. Lucius made sure that everything was well lubed as he progressed step by step, allowing her backside to get used to the one finger. Then he patiently added another finger, slowing if she tensed too much. As she finally relaxed with two fingers, he added a third, patiently allowing her body time to accept all three.

Several quiet minutes later, he said, “Sweet Circe, sprite, I never knew your limitless curiosity and thirst for knowledge would be so indispensable in our private life. This is a magnanimous gift you’re giving me.” He buried his face in her unruly curls, kissing the top of her head as he removed his fingers and wrapped his arms more securely about her. “I want you now,” he whispered and felt her nod, her body tensing up, then going lax.

“It’s not curiosity, Lucius,” she answered quietly, but he didn’t catch the nuance as he began fitting his well-lubricated member into the place he had lovingly prepared for them both. He wanted her to like it, but he knew her body might fight this first time involuntarily until she could overcome her innate trigger to repel. Lucius spread her thighs farther apart and again, millimetre by millimetre, sank his eager erection into his wife’s body, taking what seemed like eons to her, to do it.

Hermione couldn’t help it, her muscles protested and she closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on getting past any pain. After a moment, she opened her eyes again. There was an almost overwhelming need to eliminate the invader, but once past that, there wasn’t nearly the hurt she had envisioned when she’d read about the practice. It didn’t exactly feel good, but Lucius had told the truth – he knew what he was doing and it wasn’t so bad. Glops of the lubricating fluid were all over her thighs and on his fingers as he took hold of her hips, but it was reassuring to her strained entrance that there was no lack of slickness to facilitate their joining this way.

The blond wizard gently established a rhythm, never rushing, slowly building the pace and finding increasing depths until at last he was fully engaged, seating himself within his little witch. When she finally, truly relaxed into the movement, Lucius abandoned her hips and folded her into his arms again, burying his face in her neck as he cocooned her slighter frame with his. He’d been holding back any sound so she wasn’t scared of his escalating arousal, but now he let go and moaned his deep, intense pleasure into her neck as his buttocks pressed his cock in and out of its tight confines.

“You can’t know…,” he groaned. “So…so gooooood,” his low, velvet voice rumbled with voracious greed, already fathoms deep into his own sexual hunger. “So tight, love.”

Hermione clutched at the tight, muscled arms wound around her, holding on in disoriented tumult as her petite size was engulfed and controlled by her husband. The sensations roiling within her were mixed up between wanting him out of her and an odd, flustering yet beguiling stimulation in a new, untried part of her body.

And then Lucius added to her whirling sensibilities. A large hand arrowed between her legs and revisited his previous employment, thumbing her little nerve bundle, jolting her with tandem sensations of such blinding magnitude Hermione lost all attempts at concentration and just felt.

When Hermione’s small body began rocking back against Lucius, willing to be impaled, helping him, his heart melted, he loved her so. Lucius Malfoy was close to worshiping his sprite in that moment, she had pleased him so greatly. Instead of chasing it away, he let the feeling stay, absorbing the intertwining of not only their bodies, but so much more - for him anyway. The sophisticated bulwark of pride and status that kept him insulated against others narrowed to a paper-thin veneer as his emotions overran him. Only the fear of rejection because of his past and his greater age kept that last fragile barrier in place.

Hermione’s small body began vibrating to her own arousal as Lucius’ thumb continued its relentless strumming, her familiar mewls and squeaks rising in pitch until her resistance broke and she froze in a momentary rictus of sexual overload. The pattern was complete. Lucius pressed his head into a pillow to muffle his eardrums in readiness.

Her piercing scream of completion punctuated the simultaneously brutal stricture of her body clamping down on Lucius’ cock and he lost his control right along with her. The tight clasp of her rear channel beckoned him into ecstasy, her searing, pulsing warmth heaven on his tender skin. With his own warm semen bathing his cock in its narrow confines, Lucius sailed over the edge into an incandescent orgasm followed by a momentary loss of consciousness.

Several lost moments later, Lucius came back to himself a little dazed, his heart threatening to leave his chest it beat so hard. He finally registered that Hermione was speaking to him.

“Please,” she moaned, weakly pushing her small hand against his side, trying to dislodge him from her body.

The pleasure was still reverberating all along his entire length, his balls tightly furled and wracked with the most delicious pain from their emptying. Slowly, very slowly, he withdrew from his pleasure haven, reluctant to leave this new triumph with his petite witch. Who knew when or if she might let him in again? Lucius grunted, nearly comatose with satisfaction.

“Accio wand,” he groaned and his wand flew off the nightstand into his hand. A few flicks and both Malfoys were restored to cleanliness and ready to burrow into the bedcovers for much needed rest. Lucius’ wand fell to the floor unheeded as silence gently invaded the room.


tbc...


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