Beyond the Veil -- COMPLETE

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Updated 11-15-08


This story is coming to its conclusion. This chapter, then an epilogue and then? Fini. I'm working on another, different Lucius/Hermione story, but that will be a little while yet.


Some answers:


dynonugget – No worries, Dyno. The story ends after this chapter, PLUS a long epilogue. You’ll have time to catch up then.


Snapes_Goddess – Oops, sorry about the almost wasted peanut butter cup. Good save! No, Lucius didn’t wear the boxers. I got to see Brotherhood because you mentioned it in your review.. Thanks! I did miss Entourage. I couldn’t find a reference when I knew he’d be on it. Char has a screencap of Michael’s finest moment in that episode. DON’T open this in public!! http://jasonisaacsphotoalbumsonline.com/TV/Brotherhood/SEASON3/301/66.jpg


winters – Absolutely right. I couldn’t leave Lucius to rot in Azkaban. He has a new baby on the way LOL. I guess I did have a selection of twisty, odd elements in this story. You did a good job of summarizing everything!


Sisterae – I can’t make Lucius suffer too much. New timeline will be expanded in the epilogue. Oh, my, do I understand writer’s block! You have my email in my profile.


Mia – Merlin just kind of fit the Veil persona. I hope you like the next chapter, too.


tambrathegreat – Lynx will be in the epilogue. Lucius doesn’t think the Veil likes him, but Lucius has no memories of eight years’ incarceration. I think that’s a reward.


Always Intimate – Oh, what a lovely compliment, especially since the time business turned out to be tricky. Thank you!


godblessemohair – I’m pleased you like how it’s turning out.


Muffy – I’m rather sad we’re coming to the end, too.


pittwitch - Now PW, you know I’m a marshmallow and couldn’t do anything really awful to my pair. Maybe – baby!


Heidi191976 – You’re right. I don’t plan to separate them any more. They’re a pair now, in this reality.


Rini – I can’t imagine Merlin wasn’t the instigator of his new role as the Veil. I hope I wove the storyline so it meshes for you.


Voracious Reader – Lucius spanked with sermons is ironic to say the least. Academy questions will be covered in the epilogue.


Damiana – I didn’t know Merlin was put under a rock. How funny. Convergent evolution in stories.


Citten – Oooh, Citten, I imagine you’re furious by now, waiting for this next chapter. Sorry. And apologies that we aren’t going to watch Hermione for a nine-months pregnancy. I hope you will be happy with the epilogue. I know you like the long stories, but this is my longest yet!


meankitty69 – Yay! I’m glad you’re happy Lucius is free. Me, too.


Angelprince – Aw, A-P, you didn’t like Lucius’ creative use of his candles? He had so little to work with, poor man.


blue artemis – Merlin is probably the Veil to my mind. I think he is immortalized in the arch and protected by the Ministry, but other theories are always possible.


FlowersBecomeScreens – It’s been a little while since I was in grad school LOL, but I still write the smut! Again, you’re ahead of me. Well, I suppose thinking I was going to write insatiable shagging isn’t a stretch.


Utopia – I’m sure portkeys wouldn’t disturb pregnancies. That world must have long since figured out how to make it safe. I think it took about two years for Lucius to be tried and sent to Azkaban, so…maybe twenty-two years later, now.


sweettiff_14 – I guess a 2% average review rate compared to hits is not a great amount. The epilogue will give more information about their new future.


doodle – After working so hard to get them together, I couldn’t part them now!


jw – I promised I would give you a completed story and now it’s here. Last chapter ahead (then next time, an epilogue with answers to some of your questions). Lucius’ past as a Death Eater hadn’t changed. The Veil doesn’t like to adjust time more than he has to. So, yes, Lucius still has a past as a Death Eater. Everyone thinks he has spent twenty years in Azkaban and is now a free man.


Clare1984 – I hope last chapter was happier for you. How they met in this new timeline was covered in the last chapter. Sorry you didn’t get the snapshot of the last four years of married sex in their altered timeline. Perhaps the next chapter will help.


Lyra Aphrodite Moon – It’s good you like happy endings, ‘cause that’s what I like, too.


sheherazade – The Veil was benign with Hermione and Lucius; I’m not certain it’s benign with all others. Do you think Hermione made the right decision not to have eight years of basically false memories poured into her brain? Well, I couldn’t have eight years of sex life missing, though. Oh yeah, gotta few cockles warming right now.


Scary Bear Hair - I don’t like to drag out angst, not being a fan of it myself. I’m sorry you were bummed by Lucius landing back in his cell. If I breezed, it was because I controlled the whole story line LOL. Question: If you have a plot mess, would it be avoidable if you pre-wrote the entire story ahead? Just wondering. Last chapter coming up, then the epilogue.


Sailor Sol - You offered ideas on my story, but you didn’t leave an email address. This next chapter is the last one. Then I have an epilogue.


Robyn Hawkes – There will be a looong epilogue to help with your questions.


Zirah – Your torture is over. I’m glad you like the story and thank you for the compliments!


And now...watch out! A bit of anal kink ahead.


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Chapter Forty-Nine

A Suitable Ending


Four hours of red tape, multiple parchments of Lucius’ release signed, and with the return of Lucius’ wand cane and Hermione’s wand, they were free of the North Sea prison and back on the Malfoy estate, sequestered in the master bedroom Hermione had fallen into the evening before. They warded their door and soundproofed the room first before urgently stripping and searching each other for any injuries, then falling into bed, gazes locked, coming together in an initial frenzy, washing away all the fear and misery of their mutual agony at being parted without each of them knowing what had happened to the other.

When the storm of grabbing, biting, kissing, hair-pulling, scratching, rolling, gasping and erotic pounding had abated to reasonable levels, the two lovers backed off to petting, caressing, and licking interspersed with soft bites and more kisses with murmured words of love. Their deeper anguish emerged as they told each other their feelings of desolation at finding they weren’t together.

“I don’t understand,” Lucius sleepily lamented, wanting to believe in St. Merlin but now extremely angry at being subjected to the shock of being returned to prison and losing his wife, worrying where she was, or if she was even back in his world.

Hermione petted Lucius, his head resting on her soft breasts with his arms holding her tightly. She didn’t complain because she wanted to feel him safely against her, too. “After I got over the panic of you being missing,” she confided, “I began to wonder the same thing. I found out from Draco you were due to be released the very next morning. Why couldn’t the Veil have dropped us here in the master bedroom together two days later?” She continued to sift her fingers through her husband’s platinum hair, never wanting to go through losing him ever again. Even those few minutes of terror, before Draco told her Lucius was due to be released the next day, were more than she ever wanted to feel again.

Lucius merely burrowed his face into her skin and purred his appreciation of being petted, but his arms didn’t loosen.

“My theory is that it was because of my pregnancy. I must have conceived in this new time track and I am now at exactly the same point in my pregnancy as I was in the nineteenth century when we left there. St. Merlin had to drop us in exactly that same precise place in my pregnancy in the now or he would change the baby’s unborn timeline. If we had waited just a few more days before returning through the Veil, the baby’s timeline would have been past your release date.”

She kissed the top of Lucius’ head and murmured, “I’m so sorry you had to suffer even that one night. At least I had Draco to tell me that you were in prison and due out the next morning. You had to suffer all night long, thinking you had another eight years to go.”

“All that kept me buoyed was knowing if I remembered everything, you probably did, too,” he said. “I knew you would come to see me as soon as you knew where I was. I hoped you would visit me regularly until I was finished with the sentence.” Lucius rubbed his face between Hermione’s breasts and clutched her convulsively for a second before relaxing his hold minutely again.

“I petrified myself for a few seconds,” he said with a slight shudder, “worrying that you would abandon me like Narcissa did, but I never believed that. I knew you would come. I knew it.” Lucius took another deep shuddering breath, and between one shaky inhalation and the next, he was sound asleep, his soft snore reassuring Hermione that he was truly there, in her arms, forever.

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Lucius woke in the middle of the night and frantically reached in the dark, instantly finding the warm, sleeping bundle of his wife wrapped in the blankets that he had probably thrown off. His fearful lunge woke up the little witch and she willingly cuddled up against Lucius, allowing his tight grip on her until he woke enough to understand where they were and that she wasn’t going to disappear.

As the tumult of emotion ebbed from his psyche, Lucius became aware of his fierce arousal and the mesmerizing attraction of his tiny wife, now tucked against his side. Suddenly he remembered the crumbled candle incident and his thickened staff gave an enthusiastic leap.

“Hermione,” he kissed her temple, inhaling the special cozy scent of the woman he desired above all others. “I remember several times when we made love in the cell anally. You came to it slowly, but it shouldn’t be scary to you any more. You used the jade piece on me during our mission in the past. The planted memories of us in my cell are nice, but it’s like looking through a window at those experiences. I want to make love to you that way now.”

He wound his fingers in his wife’s soft, curly locks and kissed the tip of her nose, then meandered with small nips and kisses along her jaw and down her neck, nuzzling his face under her chin and tasting her delicate skin while assessing her escalating heartbeat. Did that mean she was interested – or frightened?

He wanted her so much and he had been living with so much missionary and doggy style he was going wild. Her adventure, filling him with the jade, had only made him want her that way more. The wizard’s bout of tearful misery in the cell had left him feeling terribly restless and a bit less manly. Their subsequent mutual release of sexual and emotional tension had helped, but he was still feeling wired and needy.

Lucius craved his dose of deviant sex and he couldn’t indulge in any spanking or other corporeal punishments while she was pregnant. He refused to do anything of that nature to her while she was carrying his child. She could punish him later with the riding crop and he would love it, but right now he wanted to be the dominant one, to reassert his maleness; he wanted to feel in control of his life and his marriage. That pretty much left anal sex.

“Uh, Lucius, I do remember participating - and enjoying it – but it is rather like looking through a window for me, too. Do you really need -”

“Yes!” her husband said with some heat, “I do really need. Now!” He bit her at the join of her neck and shoulder eliciting a shower of shivers throughout her petite body that made her gasp with the sheer naked carnality of the act.

“Sweet Hecate, Lucius. What is it about you that always makes me so…so…I just want to devour you, sometimes,” she moaned, running her hands all over his back and anywhere else she could reach as he moved and began biting her just above her breasts.

He nipped at the soft skin there while he squeezed her breasts together, then drilled his tongue into the tunnel between the round globes which he noted were getting larger with her pregnancy. “Your taste has the same effect on me,” he rasped, licking between the feminine cushions he was fondling, “no matter where I decide to feast on you. It’s always been that way, but right now I need you to submit to me as your husband and your lord.”

Lucius drew back enough to look Hermione in the eyes, “Remember once I told you that you’ve married a very traditional, dominating male. I warned you that I rule the roost, not you. I’ve discovered that I truly enjoy sharing my life and bed with you in all the ways you like and I haven’t made an issue of our relationship because I haven’t needed to. I hope I don’t have to tonight either.” Lucius brought the full force of his dominant personality to bear on her, his icy, hypnotic eyes twin lasers that easily pierced her heart, provoking the deeply licentious, wanton side of her that only he could.

“No,” she whispered, stroking his cheek and massaging his temple with one hand while the other sought and scraped his male nipples as a sign of her acquiescence and submission to her mate. “I want you.”

“As your lord,” he demanded.

“Yes, as my lord,” she leaned up and licked one of his abraded nipples before lying down supine of the bed once more.

A slow, feral grin touched his lips before Lucius pronounced, “So be it,” and called out ‘accio lubricant.’ He drew back on his haunches, flipped Hermione onto her stomach and lightly slapped her bottom, “Up on your hands and knees. You know how I like it, you little tramp.” The lubricant sailed out of the bathroom just as it had so many years ago, when he was married to Narcissa. He hoped that minor detail wouldn’t occur to Hermione. It wasn’t important, after all, but women were odd that way.

Hermione pulled herself seductively up, sinuously positioning her body in front of Lucius as he knelt between her thighs. Oooh, yes, she remembered now how to play this deviant game - he commanded and she obeyed, but in as lascivious a manner as she was able within the strict parameters he controlled. He remembered to add the naughty names she loved, too. Hermione’s honey pot overflowed.

“Put the lubricant on me, then on yourself,” he ordered, sliding his tumescence between her thighs so she could reach him.

Hermione wiggled her butt, slapping his hardness from side to side between her legs and she got another smack on her derriere for her playfulness, harder this time.

“Don’t try me, slut, or you’ll be sorry you dared to provoke me,” Lucius’ ominous threat hung in the steamy air of their combined arousals. “And I’m not hearing your response. Do I have to remind you with another swat?”

“No, um, my lord, I forgot, sir. It won’t happen again, my lord.” Hermione tried hard not to wiggle again, but when he called her those vulgar names she nearly went demented with lust. It was all she could do not to grab his staff and fill her aching core, she felt so very naughty. If she tried to take any sort of independent action, though, he’d be all over her like those damned purple spots Pansy had hexed her with in fourth year. She figured she was pretty safe from too heavy a hand on her rear, but she wasn’t entirely positive, so she bit her lip and concentrated on slipping her fingers into the lubricant jar set down beside her.

Balancing on three points, Hermione took a glop of the cream and looked between her legs to see Lucius’ spectacular tool stiffly staring back with its one blind eye. She winked back at it, sniggered to herself and began lightly slathering some of the goo very tenderly as far back toward the base as she could reach. With a feather-light touch she spread the lubricant all around the base and worked her way excruciatingly slowly toward the tip, covering the thick length and the masculine ridges of veins all along the magnificent organ as she went.

All the time she worked she was conscious of Lucius’ breathing; he was holding very still, luxuriating in the cool cream being coated on his penis and with each additional inch of coverage his breathing increased its pace. By the time she reached just below the head of his tool and paused, he was nearly panting, but he remained unmoving, waiting.

Hermione drew out the suspense as long as she dared; only when she felt the tightening of his thighs between hers and knew he was getting irritated did she begin applying the cold, slippery sex sap to his most sensitive spot. She went straight for the underside of his glans and finally she got a reaction.

A hard smack descended on her butt cheek, “That’s for teasing me, you trollop. You’re in no position to test the limits of my benevolence. Now finish me and see to yourself. You’re going to need it,” Lucius promised, his low, grim threat making Hermione hurry to apply more of the goop generously to the tip of his cock before he decided to spear her backside without the slippery stuff on him.

Hermione dutifully answered, “Yes, sir,” hugging the sound of him calling her a trollop to herself as she dipped her fingers once more into the lubricant. She felt Lucius draw away from her just a little and it was her cue to apply the cream to herself. She smiled in anticipation. Her ‘lord’ adored it when she creamed her little rosette.

Lucius was attempting to rein in his galloping libido. It had been so many years since he had done this and except for weak unreal memories of the times in his cell, never in the flesh with her. He was almost passing out from excitement at seeing the delicate fingers of his lovely mate come up between her thighs with a big smear of cream on them. He smiled; she wanted a lot of cream on herself to lessen the intrusion. Well, he wanted a lot too, because he wasn’t going to be able to hold himself off from piercing her much longer.

Hermione’s fingers tentatively gauged the location of her rear entry and began furbishing it all round with the gooey stuff. It made him pulse dangerously to see her gently poke her finger just a bit inside herself trying to swab the entrance completely.

“Enough,” he roughly pushed her hand back down between her legs and moved up into place. The air thickened with expectancy for both of them as Lucius paused for a second just as Hermione had done to him. “Beg me, worthless wench. Beg me for my cock.”

Hermione took a deep breath and replied, “Please, my lord, I beg you to take me in the arse. I need to feel you stretching me, owning me. Please Sir? But no candles,” she added, earning another hard swat for her lip. The little witch circled her hips once, enticing her husband unbearably with her unbridled behavior – and her cheeky insolence.

“As you have begged me so well, my shameless strumpet, I shall give you what you crave, plus a little more for your sass.” Lucius pressed forward, first doing a bit of circling of his own, sliding the head of his tool around the edges of her little pucker, but soon he abandoned the suspense and pressed into the tight space.

He felt her tighten up reflexively and he crooned, “Kitten, you must loosen up or it will hurt. There’s no turning back now.” He leaned down over her for a moment and began kissing his way up her spine, stopping and leaning sideways to lick his way up her scar before resuming his path of kisses up her spine. He felt her relax her back muscles by the time he got to her neck and he raised his torso up again, firmly pressing into the tight opening. This time he didn’t stop, but relentlessly added pressure until the head popped through the muscle ring and one whole centimeter into his wife who was now strangling his cock in the vise of her rear exit.

“Relax, Hermione or you’ll hurt both of us,” he warned.

Hearing that she might harm him, she concentrated on fighting the overwhelming desire to clamp down on his intrusion and managed to relax enough for him to slide in another couple of centimeters.

“Push your muscles out toward me and it will feel better,” he encouraged and was surprised to have her do as he asked. “Very good, dearling. That’s much better,” and he easily slid in some more, now almost halfway to the hilt. “How does it feel to you?”
he enquired, stroking her bum and thighs as he pressed further into her. It wasn’t yet time to touch anything more volatile of hers or she would tighten up again with her arousal. He rather liked his penis and preferred to keep it in working shape.

“Okay,” she said with a slight hitch in her voice. “I think I’m doing better now,” she gasped, wondering if that were completely true. It felt like the Hogwarts Express had found a new tunnel. Oh Gods, and it was pulling into the station waaay too fast. She closed her eyes and tried to think, ‘loose, loose, loose’.

Lucius felt his wife quivering, her backside making a valiant attempt to loosen up so he took the opportunity to pull out, taking advantage of her momentary laxity and then quickly slid in much further; almost all of him found a home that time. He was jubilant at her accommodating him so readily and remembered that her body in this timeline, if not her mind, had accepted him this way before and liked it. Lucius kept that thought and started gently thrusting, withdrawing, thrusting, keeping a steady pace until his kitten’s portal finally relaxed and invited his penetration.

Hermione had been rising up, offering her bottom more and more to meet the pain-pleasure of his thrusts, feeling the overpowering mastery of his masculine surges and the sheer strength of his ownership. She was shamelessly exulting in her submission to her chosen mate and mewling with the intensity of her emotions as she was taken over. This was what she needed, a man who could command her, own her, possess every part of her as his right.

Lucius was suddenly blindsided by his need to stamp his possession all through his acquiescent spouse and his body took over, seeking to fully impale the sweet, fiery witch beneath him so that she would never think of any wizard but him, any man but him, as her lover for the rest of their lives. His deep, harsh tones caught at her heartstrings as his words accompanied his forceful lunges into her softly yielding rear channel.

“Mine. My wife, my love, my babe in your womb,” His deep thrusts punctuated his vows, “Mine to love, mine to protect, mine as I am yours,” he drew back and this time with his next inroad he slipped his fingers around and into her weeping core, his thumb finding her swollen bundle of nerves and strumming it as he pressed his fingers through her thin inner, back wall to feel his own body stretching and invading hers.

“Lucius,” she wailed, “My Gods, I love you so much!” The words were barely gone from her mouth when she felt him reach around her and ravage her sopping woman’s part with his fingers, causing her to completely overload. She bucked so hard with her convulsive orgasm she nearly unseated him, but he wasn’t through with her although he allowed her to lower her shaking arms to the mattress and rest her head on the pillow.

Lucius grabbed her hips in his large hands and settled himself for a steady, driving voyage into her recesses, hurtling farther and farther, faster and faster toward his own peak with the impetus of her whispered words surrounding him, crooning, telling him she loved him, he was her life, hers alone, always, always, forever.

And at ‘forever’, he lost control. Lucius went rigid, sliding himself in to his root, a great groan of delicious agony ripped from him as he spewed his juices into his petite, beloved, treasured wife. Long seconds floated past as Lucius shook uncontrollably with his violent climax, then he dropped like a stone over the back of his wife, bearing her down to the mattress beneath his gasping, panting weight.

“Hermione,” he whispered, his hands feebly covering hers on the sheet as he tried to stop his shaking. “I love you so much,” he kissed her cheek as she lay under him, “always and forever, too.”

Lucius carefully moved off his wife and fell to the mattress beside her, immediately dropping off into an exhausted doze, the days’ events and his emotional claiming of the wife he worshiped, taking him under so fast he fell asleep trying to say her name.

Hermione leaned over and plucked her wand from the night table, quickly cleaning them both. The lubricant went onto the night table with her wand when she was through. Wanting some warmth while their sweaty bodies cooled down, she pulled the covers over them both, knowing he was only going to kick them off again as soon as his internal furnace made him hot enough.

His handsome face was more relaxed than she had ever seen it, telling her he had been under some hidden stress most of the time they had been in the past. He had thought he was responsible for much of the horrific destruction of their world. It must have been a miserable burden for him to carry and she was thankful beyond measure he was freed of the crushing guilt.

Hermione understood Lucius was an incredibly strong-minded man to have withstood his incarceration and the shattering knowledge of who the Master was. Now he had her to help him enjoy the future and their new family. She meant to bring him joy, laughter, a few red welts here and there lovingly applied, and the occasional invigorating spat as their lives unfolded together. The little witch settled onto her husband’s firm chest and fell asleep, content.

THE END



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I hope you've enjoyed the story. I have loved all your reviews. Thank you!

Don't worry, Draco and Snape, etc., will be mentioned in the epilogue.

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