Unchain My Lust

This is the 5th chapter...and pre-last of what I have pre-written. Will you want more than just 6 chapters? Musey wants more!

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Hermione followed him into the bedroom, trying not to gasp once again at the luxurious interior. The ebony four poster bed dominated the room and she wondered how many people could comfortably fit into it.

‘I have been thinking about the chain’s response to our closeness, seeing that it seemingly disappears when we are closer. It looks like the best solution for us would e to sleep naked, thus we could be reasonably touching and avoid the painful digging of that armband.’ Lucius’ voice interrupted her thoughts. ‘What do you say about this?’

‘Looks like I don’t have other options in this,’ she mumbled, watching him pull away the green and silver brocade comforter to revel cream coloured covers.

‘I will keep my hands to myself,’ he promised her.’ That is, if you want me to do that,’ he added with a smirk.

She huffed and crawled into the bed, letting him pull her close. Soon the steady rhythm of his breathing and the soothing beating of his heart had lulled her to sleep.


Lucius had spent most of the night watching the young witch sleep. It was odd, he had never done this before. Usually he had taken his mistresses to one of the many luxury hotels he owned, but never to his manor. Bringing them to his house would’ve been too private and promising too much as he had once made that mistake and the greedy gold-digging wench had already imagined herself to be Lady Malfoy.

Hermione was different from those wenches. She had not asked how much this or that cost or pried for compensations for their situation. If someone had told him before that he would bed the war heroine sometime, he’d hex them for their stupidity. Such perfect, wonderful angels like her were not meant to be anywhere near him. Of course, she wouldn’t remain with him forever, so he decided to enjoy every moment with her.

At first Hermione was shocked to wake up in unknown surroundings. She wasn’t clutching her old, washed out blue duvet, but a green brocade comforter and cream Egyptian cotton sheets, secondly, she was held close by none other than Lucius Malfoy.

Every memory from yesterday flooded her mind… the hatred she had first felt for Lucius had vanished. He was no angel, but he wasn’t the worst to be bound in such a way. Any other man would’ve forced his will on her, but he didn’t. He had let her take the lead and choose what she wanted to do.

He looked so innocent in his sleep, his perfect features relaxed and his pale cheek inviting to be touched. She couldn’t resist it and touched his face, tracing her fingers over his cheekbones, and then leaning closer to his soft lips. He was such a gorgeous man and she gave in to the temptation to kiss him. after all, it wasn’t wrong to do as they were going to be lovers soon.

A few seconds later he began responding to her kiss, his hands finding their way into her unruly hair.

‘Good morning, witch,’ he purred when they broke the kiss to get some air. ‘Did you sleep well?’

‘Surprisingly good, actually. You make a nice pillow,’ she quipped.

‘You’re becoming bolder, dear. I like that,’ he added, eyeing her with open desire. She looked perfectly shaggable, wither her wild hair and plump lips… oh the things he could do to her…

‘Since you told me that I can choose what to do,’ she paused for a moment, her gaze fixating on his eyes,’ I’ve decided that we should seriously try out the being lovers thing. That doesn’t mean that you can shag me till I can’t walk for a week right now, but…you know what I mean?’ She blushed furiously. She had given him permission to attempt to seduce her. On the other hand, she hadn’t been in a long while and all magazines were screaming that a woman in her twenties needed sex to keep the hormones in balance.

‘Are you saying that you would allow me to pleasure you, too? I wouldn’t do anything extreme, don’t worry, I intend to give you pleasure slowly and make you beg for more. I am not some brute teenager in rutting mode,’ Lucius stopped and caressed her face, wiping some errand strands away, ‘however, I do desire you greatly and I want to show you just how much,’ he murmured and kissed her neck.

He continued his assault on her neck, trying to find her most sensitive spots, whilst moving them so he was on top.

‘Oh, Lucius,’ she moaned, not being able to feel nonchalant about his attentions.

‘Yes, sweet witch, what do you want?’ he purred, hoping that she wouldn’t reject him now when it had started getting so good.

‘I want more of your kisses… everywhere,’ she breathed, letting her inhibitions go.

Lucius was just too happy to oblige as the witch had such a gorgeous body to devour.

He let his lips wander to her breasts, paying attention to each luscious mound, his kisses and licks fuelled by her approving moans and whimpers.

Ever so slowly he let his lips explore her body lower and lower, finally reaching the nest of dark curls in the apex of her thighs.

‘Don’t you dare to stop at the best part, Lucius,’ she ordered.

He hadn’t expected her to be so demanding, but who in their right mind could resist a passionate woman? After gently nudging her thighs apart he enjoyed the view of her glistering core. It had been a while since he had seen a witch so excited.

Not hesitating any longer, his lips touched the petals of her sex, her approval of his actions was expressed so loud that he just had to continue lapping up the ambrosia of her passion.
Usually he didn’t like going down on a witch as it was tedious and rarely got any response as it seemed most witches were calculating how many galleons the candelabra in the ceiling cost, but this little Muggleborn was actually a pleasure to please. He knew that now even his thoughts were turning into a mushy pile of oxymorons, but who cared about incoherent thoughts when there were more pleasant things to do? A few well placed licks he was rewarded by the wave of her orgasm.

It had been the first not self-induced orgasm in Hermione’s life, and she felt just fantastic. Yes, it was a good idea to let him touch her, who would’ve known that the man was truly the sex god everyone was talking about. Well, now he was free for her to use as he had no way of running away, she thought smugly.

‘Come here, Lucius,’ she beckoned, patting a spot next to her.

She pulled him closer and kissed his neck passionately, letting her hands wander over his body. Her boldness was inspired by the pure passion and abandon in his eyes.

‘When you told me that that there’s so much to learn about sex, I didn’t believe you. But this very short time with you has proven that it can be just plain amazing.’ She whispered in his ear, her hands threading through his silky hair.’And now I want to feel more of it.’

‘What do you want?’ he asked huskily, hope that she would allow them to go all the way shining in his eyes.

‘I want to feel you inside me, and I want to experience a fantastic orgasm,’ she demanded shamelessly.

‘And I thought I was the only one to know exactly what I want,’ he added smugly.

‘Don’t be so smug,’ she chided him; ’I’ve decided to take advantage of you.’

‘Feisty little thing, aren’t you? But I like that…’ he moved closer to her, pressing his arousal against her thigh.

‘Less talking, more action, Lucius,’ she growled, wanting him to get on with the delicious deed and not hesitate as her chaste self might just return if the flames of her desire would burn out soon.

He didn’t ask her if he needed to cast a contraceptive charm as he knew that Pureblood wizards after the age of fifty could not impregnate a witch anymore. Without hesitation he entered her hot and tight centre, feeling her core pulse around his shaft.

‘You feel perfect, witch,’ he mumbled, slowly moving in her and caressing her body.
She just moaned in response digging her nails deeper into his smooth back.

They rocked in a perfect rhythm for what it seemed like an eternity. Pressure was slowly building up inside he, letting fountains of euphoria flood her veins.

Their simultaneous release was strong and overwhelming but Lucius managed to slide off her body and pull the still shivering witch close to him. his heart was still beating wildly, it had been a fabulous encounter, something he hadn’t had in a good while.

‘You’re fantastic, Lucius,’ Hermione whispered in his ear, snuggling closer to his hot, sweaty body and not feel any discomfort from the stickiness between her legs.

‘Do you want to hex me now?’ he asked verily. Witches were prone to changing their minds and he didn’t want to end up at the wand point of this vixen

‘No, I don’t want to hex you. I know that we did it too soon, if it was in a romantic sense, but taking it from the pure lust angle, I think it was just right,’ she answered, taking in the gorgeous body of the wizard beside her.

‘You deserve all the romance you wish. I know that you won’t ever see me as anything but a nuisance, but I’m sure there are lots of wizards waiting for you to notice them,’ he added cautiously.

‘Ha, and why on Earth am I single then, if there are dozens of wizards flogging for my attention?’ she laughed. ‘I know that no fairy tale prince is going to come to me and whisk me away from my dull everyday life. I’ll work at the Ministry for forever, spending years to make a change no one is looking for and then, out of frustration, I will marry some ordinary wizard and be a merry housewife.’

‘Why are you so pessimistic?’ he asked, truly wondering what had made this smart and powerful witch so gloomy about her future.

‘Well, the man I loved and wanted to spend the rest of my life with turned out to be something what I had never thought possible, my job is as mind-numbing as it can get… do I need more reasons?’

‘You shouldn’t think that you’re future is so dull, there’s always an opportunity you can grasp.’ Lucius had never been much of a motivator, but hell, this gorgeous and smart witch needed to be told that there were possibilities. Sure, she didn’t have the money to buy people in the right places, but for that, she had a name which could sway people’s minds.

‘Let’s not talk about this, alright?’ she asked, feeling oddly uncomfortable of his nice and supportive attitude. Maybe the endorphins released by sex had befuddled his mind, she thought. ‘I feel a bit sore, and a shower wouldn’t be out of place.’

He conceded to her demand, her words still swirling in the back of his mind.

The shower was a sensual pleasure for them both, as they were exploring each other’s bodies, the chain linking them forgotten by now.

After the shower she followed his lead once again, as she didn’t know where to go and hoped that he was leading her somewhere where possibly her clothes could be found again. For a moment she was pensive about how out of place she would look in her cheap and worn clothes, as he looked posh even with a towel wrapped around his hips.

Once again she was amazed by the splendour of décor when they entered a dressing room. Everything looked like taken from some period drama, more or less baroque style-wise.

‘Can I get my clothes back now?’ she asked Lucius, her eyes never leaving his detectable form whilst he was pulling on his trousers. No underwear, she noted happily.

‘I guess these are your clothes,’ he pointed at a chair which some clothing items laid out. She hadn’t noticed before, but she could tell from the first glance that these weren’t her clothes

‘These are not mine,’ she said but her hand went to touch the black embroidered silk of the dress.

‘Of course not, every guest in the Manor is given new clothes for the stay if they didn’t bring their own wardrobe with them’ Lucius explained casually.

Hermione reached for the bra and panties which laid next to the dress and gasped when she saw the label. The panties alone cost more than her month’s food allowance.

‘Lucius, I can’t take it, it’s…’ she stopped searching for the right wording as to not offend him.

‘Is it not to your liking? I’ll have the elves order something else for you, then.’

‘I like it, it’s just so expensive, things I normally don’t have…’ she stuttered. On the one hand it was great to be treated so lavishly, but on the other it made her feel weird, she wasn’t used to taking anything from others.

‘Frankly, I have no idea about the cost of women’s clothing, but I hope that the elves have chosen the best…’

‘It is the best,’ she said and tried on the underwear. It fit like a dream and her hand automatically reached for the dress, which label she ignored as thinking about how many months’ salaries it was worth made her shudder.

‘Your body is made for exquisite things,’ he murmured stepping close to her. ‘Why were you worried about the clothes?’
‘I’m just not used to such special treatment,’ she sighed and inhaled his scent.

‘It’s nothing special, just a convenience. Would you like me to help you with your hair? I know a good charm which has rescued me from bad hair days…’ he smiled and hoped that his light heartedness would ease her tension.

‘You never have bad hair days,’ she giggled,’ but I’ll let you try your spell to prove that there is nothing that can tame my hair.’

Few flicks of his wand proved her wrong as her hair was now tame and beautifully flowing over back in silky gold brown strands.

‘Gaping doesn’t suit you, my dear,’ he teased.

From then on, the day went on with ease. Lucius could let his guard down with this witch, as she was not scrutinising him for slip ups or trying to get a way how to get more material benefit from him. The only thing she wanted after breakfast was to go back to the library, and, to his surprise, peruse books on fighting pixie infestations.

All was well and merry for now between them, but was it even real?

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