The Death Eater's Valentine

CHAPTER FIVE: A Natural Magic







Lucius stood next to the bed and stared down at the sweaty, breathless witch who was watching him disrobe. Her eyes followed the actions of his fingers as he loosened the buttons on his shirt, tugging the tails from his trousers and then shrugging it off. He watched her curl her fingers as his torso was bared and he knew she was aching to touch. He was a vain man, he knew he looked good and he went to great lengths to make certain that he did.







“You want to touch, little one?” He asked, his fingers stalling on the silver buckle of his belt. He watched her lick her lips slowly, her eyes fixed on the bulge evident beneath that silver buckle. “I can see that you do…come sit on the edge.” He held out his hand and pulled her up so that she could sit on the edge of the mattress in front of him. He took her hand and placed it on the center of his chest. “Touch all you want.” He said softly.







Hermione swallowed hard and admired the smooth, muscled plains of his torso. His skin was hot to the touch as she traced her fingertips over his chest. She lightly raked her fingernail over his nipple and he hissed softly.





“Again, little one, harder.” He said, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and guiding her hands back so she could scratch over the little bud again, her touch rougher. He winked at her, a slow, lecherous smile creeping over his lips. Her fingertips danced over his rippled abdomen, tracing each delineated muscle slowly, enjoying the way they tightened at her touch. She circled his navel then drew an invisible line down before leaning in to press her lips just below the indentation.







Lucius reached for the buckle of his belt once more and opened his trousers. He didn’t remove them, he left them open so she could continue her exploration, he especially hoped she was an orally inclined witch because he was nearly jumping out of his skin with the desire to feel her soft lips wrapped snug around his aching cock. He rested his hands gently on the sides of her face and encouraged her to press her lips against him again.







He suspected that oral sex was not something Hermione had engaged in often in the past, if at all and he couldn’t wait to coach her, train her in exactly how he liked to be sucked and fondled. He had never been one for engaging innocents but the weeks spent in close proximity with the cocky, uptight little witch had pushed him into foreign territory. Not only did hr desire the little mudblood’s lush body, he respected and coveted her overused brain as well.







“Use your tongue.” He encouraged softly, stifling a groan when she licked his lower stomach as though tasting an ice cream cone. She traced his navel with the tip of her tongue and then began placing soft, sucking kisses in a nice little row leading into his open fly. “I’ve got something for you little one, something I think you are going to like very much.” He chuckled, shoving his trousers off of his hips. She gasped softly.





“You aren’t wearing underclothes!” She said, staring at his rather impressive erection in all its naked glory.







“Too stifling.” He said, his fingers tangling in her curls. “Touch it; take my cock in your hands.” He watched her hesitate before raising her small hands to hold him gently. “It isn’t made of glass, little one; wrap those little fists around me.” He said roughly, hissing slightly when she followed his instructions. “Good girl…such small hands, so soft…” He massaged her scalp, his fingertips moving in slow, gentle circles in her curls. “I want you to lick the tip.” He commanded low, encouraging her to lean forward by increasing the pressure on her head slightly.







She stared at the shaft in her hands, slowly coming closer with a combination of awe and nervousness. She had only performed the act once and had not found it to her liking. But the soft way her commanded her, his gentle touch on her head encouraging her, not trying to force it on her, made her want to give the act another shot.





“Just….slow…okay?” She whispered, looking up at him with those soft, golden eyes. He smiled and nodded his head slowly. Lucius was a dominant lover but he also knew that his pleasure came from pleasing his partner. He would be patient and go slowly if that is what the witch required.







She licked her lips slowly and he nearly groaned, but held his reactions in check as he waited and watched. It took her a few minutes to gather up enough courage but she finally swiped the rough pad of her tongue over his flushed and weeping tip.





“Again….” He ordered softly, she kept her eyes locked with his as she repeated the action, this time letting the tip of her tongue drag along the tiny slit, lapping up the drops of cloudy fluid gathering there. He grunted softly and tightened his fingers in her curls. “Very good…. run your tongue up and down the length of my shaft.” She obeyed, her tongue stroking his cock like a candy stick. When she had covered the length of him, tasting every smooth, satiny inch, he pulled back and rubbed the tip against her lips. “Open up and suck me.” He whispered, noting with satisfaction how she shivered at his words before parting her soft, pink lips and slipping them over his flushed and engorged tip.







Lucius growled low in his throat when her mouth closed around him. So hot and tight that his eyes threatened to get lost in the back of his head.





“Move your lips up and down…..” She did as he said, sliding her lips over as much of him as she could. “That’s it….use your fist to stroke the rest……fuck…” He sucked air in sharply. “Watch the teeth witch!” He hissed, giving her hair a gentle tug as she continued to stroke his shaft with fist and mouth. “Suck….hard.” He growled, his blue eyes growing dark and stormy as he stared down at her. She whimpered around his shaft as he began to thrust gently between her lips, nudging in deeper, bumping the back of her throat. She gagged slightly and he loosened his grip on her hair. “Relax….that’s it….you learn fast, little one.” She sucked strongly on the tip at the same time she cradled his sac in her hand. “Too fast!” He said, pulling his cock from her mouth with a slight pop.







“But I wasn’t finished…” She said, her face flushing when he started to chuckle.







“Oh yes you were, otherwise I would be finished.” He said, kicking his dropped trousers out of his way. “Stand up witch.”







“But I thought we had to lie down to do this?” She squeaked when he grabbed her wrists and yanked her to her feet, her naked body pressed full length against his.







“You really are repressed aren’t you, little one?” Lucius drawled, sliding his hands along her back to cup her round bottom and lift her. She gripped his shoulders tight and locked her thighs about his hips as he turned and walked a short distance to the wall. She hissed when he pressed her back into the cold cave wall. “We could do it here…” Lucius said, pressing his erection against her sodden folds and stroking between them, rubbing his turgid length over her sensitive clit. She moaned and pressed her face into his neck, her arms tight around his shoulders. “Or…” He carried her over to a low bureau and set her upon it, continuing the slow stroking of his cock against her sex. “We could do it here….I could bend you over the bureau….there are many ways for me to see to your needs, witch, and unleash your passion. So tell me, how do you want me?”







She looked into his eyes, threading her fingers through his hair at the base of his skull and tugging his head down so that their lips nearly touched. His eyes flashed at this small display of the passion he knew was locked tight inside the high strung witch.







“The bed….I need to feel your weight on me.” She whispered her face flaming as she pressed her lips to his.







“Why the blush, little one? Never be ashamed or embarrassed to voice your desire, your needs, at least not with me, there is nothing I would deny you.” Lucius lifted her from the bureau and carried her back to the bed. He laid her gently in the center, kneeling between the thighs still wrapped tight around him. “You are going to have to loosen your grip if you want me inside you….I can’t move with you holding on so tight.” He chuckled.







“I can’t help it, I’m afraid that if I let you go I’ll break apart.” She said, her voice shaking with desire.







“Let me loose and I promise you, you will break apart, in the best possible way and then I will put the pieces back together and start all over.” He reached up behind his neck and pried her fingers from his hair, sliding them along his neck to rest on his shoulders. She unlocked her ankles and let her feet fall to the bed, her knees dropping to the side and opening her for his siege.







“You are big….I mean bigger than I had before….you are going to hurt me…” She said quietly, her body tightening in anticipation of discomfort.







“No, little one, don’t tense up…relax and I promise I will take you higher than you ever dreamed possible.” He stroked her hip, her thigh, his fingertips feathering lightly over her smooth skin, he kissed her gently, lulling her into a comfortable euphoric state that made her malleable, like warm putty in his hands. Lucius could be tender when he wanted to, or needed to be, especially when it came to breaking in a new lover. He pressed the head of his erection against her slick opening and nudged inside. She moaned into his mouth and her fingers curled into his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin.







“Oh gods!” She turned her head to the side and squeezed her eyes closed tightly as he slowly pushed his way into her. She felt stretched and full, but there was no pain. His teeth nibbled along the side of her neck as he waited patiently for her to adjust. She pulsed around him, a rush of slick heat washing over him.







“Damn…Now would be a good time to hold on, little one, from this point on, it is going to be a rough ride.” He rasped into her ear. He drew back slowly, nearly leaving her completely before slamming back into her full force. She screamed her surprise, her arms and legs locking tight around him as he began to thrust into her with an intensity that was almost frightening. Over and over he pistoned his cock into the wet, hot glove of her body. He was lost in the feel of her, so tight, so hot….her response to his passion real and honest, no artifice at all in the way she reacted. Her cries and whimpers bounced off of the cave walls as the bed rocked beneath them.







He wanted to possess her, needed to mark her as his. In that moment, locked tight inside the hot little witch he believed that history could be re-written and bloodlines overlooked. It was what he wanted with every part of him. The sheets began to pull from the mattress and pillows fell to the floor as he plumbed the depths of the sweet young thing in his arms. He slid his hands beneath her upper back, curling his hands over her shoulders and thrusting harder into her. Her nails scored his back, her cries of shock and delight ringing in his ears. Their bodied moved together slickly, lubricated by sweat and passion. His long, platinum hair clinging to his face and neck as he strained over her, leaning up so he could stare down into the face of complete abandon as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her back arched and her head ground into the bedding as her sex clamped down on him, hard, nearly stopping his ability to move within her.





“Again!” He growled, reaching between them to stroke her with his fingertip as he moved faster.







“I can’t…Lucius….oh my gods!” She was sensitive, every nerve ending in her body crackling and tingling as little jolts of magic began dancing between them. Tiny flashes of light began to appear around them and then a loud crack as a shower of white sparks began to rain down on them when she came again beneath his touch.







“Fuck!” He gave a hoarse, strained shout as he thrust into her hard one last time before spilling his release into her pulsing depths. He fell onto her, knew he had to be crushing her though he was unable to move and she wasn’t complaining, in fact she held him tighter, panting into his shoulder. He leaned up and pushed her curls from her sweaty, flushed face as he peered down at her. “You are something, little one.” He said, shaking his head in amazement.







“What was that?” She asked breathlessly, her heart pounding against him and her head trying to fathom what had just transpired.







“Your natural magic manifested itself. It can do that when emotions or passion runs high, though I will admit I have never had it happen to a witch I was bedding.” He kissed her brow softly and withdrew slowly from her body, rolling off of her and onto his back, his arms and legs spread wide. “You never cease to amaze me.”







Hermione rolled onto her stomach, wincing at the soreness already beginning to develop between her thighs. She folded her arms and rested her head on them as she looked at him.





“Why?” She asked softly.





“Why what?” He asked, his eyes closed.







“Why this, why now?” She asked. “Why me?”









“Why not? We had the time and the facilities for a little fun.” Lucius drawled. “And why you? Little one, I have desired you from the moment I saw you again.”







“I can’t believe we did it here.” She said, laughing softly. Lucius opened one eye and stared at her. He waved his hand and the lights in the room dimmed so that they could still see each other, only in shadow.







“You know, the Dark Lord is likely turning in his grave…he only allowed purebloods in his dungeon and in his bed. Were he still alive he would have me killed for daring to fuck a mudblood in his bed.” He said.







“Well, consider it revenge.” Hermione smiled. She yawned softly and sighed as she snuggled her head into the cradle of her arms. “You drained me, Lucius; I can’t keep my eyes open.”







“Actually, it was you who has drained me, little one, in many ways.” He rolled over, too tired to gather the pillows as he shifted his body so that his head rested in the small of her back. “Go to sleep, now.” He said, closing his own eyes and falling towards sleep.







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Lucius felt it the moment the wards on the ministry and the cave lifted. He dressed quickly and used his wand to redress the exhausted witch before lifting her into his arms and disapparating to her little flat near the Leaky Cauldron in London. He found himself in a living space the size of his master bathroom and he frowned as he looked around. She deserved better, he thought as he carried her down a short hall and laid her on her bed. He kissed her lips, smiling when she whimpered his name in her sleep. At least she dreams of me. he thought.





“I’ll be seeing you very soon, little one.” He whispered, pulling a blanket over her from the foot of the bed. He went back into her dingy little livingroom/diningroom/kitchen area and disapparated. He had plans to make for their next little adventure, and a meeting to schedule with a certain dark wizard.









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Ok…sorry to leave you hanging for so long, I had work and stuff…..but I got back to it……..So, I decided to carry it a little further…..blame LaBib….LOL as it is about to get rather interesting LOL







Dresoul – this is one of 3 Lucius stories floating in my head at the moment, but I can only write one at a time…..the sneaky stud interrupted my focus on Draco….just not a patient creature, has to be center of attention all the time LOL







Goldentrio - Thank you my dear, I try. : )







Bluezauza – glad you are liking it so far…hope you can stick with me as this gets a bit more…..active hehe





Ryder – I agree…he makes certain that he can not be ignored LOL





LaBib - alright, love. I’m going to go ahead and write these dark, twisted things in my head……its your fault for challenging me to do it….to try and make you blush…….