The Taming of the Shrew - Wizard Style - COMPLETE

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Finally there is some true communication between our two lovers. Now Lucius wants to communicate in another way. As usual Lucius has been his calculating self. Lemon ahead and for those who would rather skip any anal play, you can scan down to the first bar (~~~~~) to begin reading.

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Chapter Fifty-Two


The Garden Hose Again

“Madam Pomfrey says there is nothing dangerous about us having anal sex,” Lucius announced his intentions for their evening in the Three Broomsticks guest suite, having finally decided that as embarrassing as it was, Hermione’s safety took precedence over his penchant for privacy. Pomfrey had received the owl.

“You asked her?” Hermione squeaked, appalled, as her husband gently led her over to the bed dominating the small bedroom of the suite. She’d been looking forward to some inspired sex in their getaway tonight, but was totally surprised at Lucius’ announcement. Her footsteps stalled near the foot of the bed.

Lucius ignored her outburst, which he ascribed to pregnancy hormones, although, thank Hecate, her enervating, marathon sex urges he had scrambled to keep up with had diminished with her advancing pregnancy. “You’ve held me off long enough, Hermione. Are you trying to shove me into the arms of one of those teenage nymphos stalking me at school? You’ve only had one experience to judge by, but admit it, it wasn’t so bad.” He let her fume for a minute, knowing her clever brain was racking up all those recent cuddly evenings of cunnilingus he’d been craftily donating toward this evening’s cause, so dear to his prick. “So I am going to help you set aside any lingering fears right now. “ His tie fluttered to the floor.

“Slytherin to the core, aren’t you? Even with our intimate relations. You set me up!” Hermione plopped her hands on her still slim hips, looking like a little girl who was hiding one of his salad serving bowls under her pretty, pink chiffon dinner dress. The twins were making her pregnancy show somewhat prominently for four months; her small frame didn’t conceal much.

“And I just lapped it up,” she grumbled. “Or rather you did. Why do I lose sight of your basic nature so often?” She cocked her head sideways, making her curls fly as her lips flattened in annoyance. His erotic overtures always disconnected her mind’s wiring, reducing her thoughts to the next swipe of his tongue. “And you said you wouldn’t go elsewhere for sex, so what is that reference to the girl students? Are you changing your mind?”

“Of course not,” Lucius said, exasperated. “I’m all yours, for better or worse. I just don’t know why you continue to think my Slytherin personality is always ‘worse’. It just is, like you being painfully direct and abrasive.”

“Well, your abrasive wife has a small surprise for you,” she announced, facing her sneaky spouse. “But first remember, I am not pleased with you for trying to lick me into doing what you want.” Hermione was still a little ashamed of having worn her lover to a thread during the first months of her pregnancy. Her hormones had made her as randy as a mountain troll in springtime. The little witch’s face scrunched up at that unappealing mental comparison. Everyone knew to stay far away from the trolls’ breeding grounds when the first flowers bloomed. There was nothing uglier than an amorous troll unless it was an amorous troll who had found a mate.



Lucius’ brows rose in question as he deftly began stripping off his clothing, ticking over in his mind just how much trouble he was in for his undercover attempt at sexual coercion. While it was irritatingly difficult to manipulate his wife, it was also irresistibly entertaining. He had a sneaking suspicion she was well aware of the thrill he got from his attempts to slyly bend her to his will, but that only increased his pleasure, especially when he was caught. She was a worthy opponent – and all his.

Lucius pondered his options as his shirt hit the floor. If he made the sex spectacular, he could probably avoid too much recrimination. Win-win. He looked down to unbuckle and pull his belt free from his trouser loops. “Yes? A surprise?” He was bent over, lifting one leg out of his trousers when she caused him to glance up sharply with her next words.

“You didn’t have to try so hard, building up a carnal savings account of oral sex with me so I would feel obligated to allow the anal sex when you asked.” She smiled grimly, “I had already decided that I wanted to try it again with you. After the initial fear was gone, I liked it. I am glad, however, that you’ve made certain it wouldn’t be detrimental to the unborns. That’s what was holding me back, not the act itself.”

Lucius stood up so quickly at her announcement, his foot got caught in his trouser leg and he fell sideways onto the mattress, flopping his hair into his eyes. “Dammit, Hermione,” he grumped, swiping his hair back from his face, “why didn’t you say so before? I had the owl from Madam Pomfrey weeks ago and we could have been enjoying ourselves.” It was fun to fool her, but when she won it peeved him in equal measure.

“If you had been honest with me instead of slyly earning your anal penetration with multiple pearl-diving sessions, you could be looking back fondly on a few lusty sessions of piercing my rear; the blame for the wasted weeks is all yours.” Hermione bit her lip, trying to stay focused on their discussion and tamp down her reaction to her favorite view. Lucius’ disdain for underwear was a never-ending source of pleasure for her. She took in the provocative picture he made with his trousers down around his ankles, feeling herself clench and dampen. The man was just so very well put together – and all hers.

“My mind doesn’t work that way. Baldly asking for something isn’t my style.” He craftily challenged her, “If either way would work, would you choose to finagle an event through subterfuge rather than just asking for it to happen?”

“Of course not,” she chirped, “why should I try that?” The little witch shimmied out of her dress, leaving it on the floor with Lucius’ clothing. She hadn’t needed a bra with the dress and quickly stripped down to only wearing one of the tiny thongs Lucius liked.

“Why, indeed. You think in a straight line, a thick, black, solid, mow-everything-down-in-your-way straight line. I don’t – well, except for the mow-everything-down-in-your-way part,” he smiled engagingly. “Perhaps I can’t think in a straight line. Severus complains often enough that I twist everything into a Gordian knot instead of seeing a straight path to an objective. If he hasn’t managed to curb my tendencies in all these years, I think any effort of yours will be doomed.” Wondering if their natures were too different, he carefully probed, “I’ve never represented myself as anything else. Can you learn to live with my serpentine mind-set?” Lucius kicked ineffectually at his tangled trousers wanting to get at that thong his wife was almost wearing.

“If you can live with my straight line,” she wryly responded, “and my occasional anger and disappointment when we clash over our differing methodologies.” Hermione walked over and knelt to yank off Lucius’ remaining trouser leg, which had got wrapped up around his ankle even worse after he kicked one leg free.

“Acceptable,” he said instantly, “but remember your very directness will sometimes irritate me in the same way.” At Hermione’s nod Lucius stood up and booted away the trousers, grinning. “Thank you. So, no more ‘Anus Complainus’? Or has this little clearing of the air also killed your interest?”

Hermione gazed at her mate, chuckling at the picture of her handsome husband naked, wearing only his black socks and a very prominent erection. “Could anything short of a killing curse stop your desire for sex?”

“It is always in your power to deny me. Always. But no, not much extinguishes my sex drive.” Lucius bent and pulled off his socks, then rose and reached for his wife, slipping his fingers through Hermione’s curls and pulling her up against him. “As must be obvious, I still want you. Shall we?” He kissed her and let her go, turning to ease up onto the silver brocade duvet on the large bed. He leaned back on the pillows, but didn’t take his eyes from his wife, waiting.

Devilish, light gray eyes invited Hermione to play their latest game of kinky sex and when she eased up onto the bed beside him, she earned one of his exquisite, but seldom seen, purely happy smiles. The effect on Hermione was electric – she wanted to make love to this man in any way he wanted. She had told him she loved him with words; now she could show him and maybe earn a lifetime of his relaxed, happy smiles.



Lucius leaned down and grabbed his wand from the pile of his clothing on the floor, silently praying it would work, and said eagerly, “Turn over so I can run that garden hose through your guts, love.” Surprised gratification ignited his libido to boiling point when Hermione promptly offered him her back. That detail quickly taken care of, Lucius dropped his wand on the nightstand and mounted her supine form, holding himself up off her belly on elbows while he plundered her mouth with his naughty tongue; apparently his misbehaving, pearl-diving tongue was reprieved for the time being as Hermione yanked on his hair to deepen the kiss.

Lucius bit her lower lip in retaliation; he really was going to have to mention that his hair was not a pair of reins for her to control his mouth. But Lucius soon lost his train of thought as the kissing short-circuited his mind straight down to his groin - as usual.

Coming up for air and some much-needed cooling off, her husband nuzzled Hermione’s ear and breathed, “Tonight I want you both ways, love, double barrel if you will.” When he felt her stiffen, he added, “I know not to go from back to front if that’s what is bothering you. Relax and trust me.”

Hermione looked up into his eyes, then wished she hadn’t. All it took was seeing those heart-stopping, icy windows to his no doubt dodgy soul and she would hand over the secrets to the universe if she could. Hermione bit her slightly sore lip, further mangling the place Lucius had nipped her, her mind far away from the tiny pain. Maybe she could get him to wear brown contacts occasionally to level the playing field a little, so she only had to contend with his wide shoulders and his beautiful hair, his slim waist and his firm butt. And that big cock.

She sighed in resignation. With all the physical things about him that attracted her, she’d have to drop the Cloak of Invisibility over him occasionally to get any leverage against his allure. Falling in love certainly had its share of pitfalls. Thank the Gods he didn’t want those secrets to the universe tonight – all he wanted was her pussy and her anal cavity. That she could do.

“I trust you, Lucius,” she whispered back, cradling his chin in her hands. “I wouldn’t be doing this with you if I didn’t. Show me what you want.”

The pupils of those mesmerizing eyes widened so much the light gray color nearly disappeared with his response to her words. “Let me in, sprite. I want to be inside you now.” Lucius pulled her onto her side facing him and eased one of her thighs over the outside of his hip, capturing her mouth again as he pressed his male staff forward, sliding into her feminine warmth. He blinked once, belatedly remembering one of the less delightful aspects of sex during pregnancy – he had to go slower and be more gentle when what he really wanted was to drive his damned tool into her until it tickled her tonsils.

One small arm circled his neck as Hermione kissed him back, squirming to bring her center closer to his invading body, and they both gasped at the fit. Her body was already swollen in readiness, making her channel tight in response to the sexual desire radiating between the lovers. Lucius moaned into her mouth, incapable of keeping his rapture to himself. Gods, he loved a tight hole! And tonight he was going to get two in a row.

Panting with his pleasure, Lucius pulled his lips away from hers and rose up on an elbow, seating himself more deeply by raising her thigh higher over his hip, but keeping her on her side so there was no pressure on her belly. He wanted to bring them both up to the edge, but he wanted merely to hang there, sending her plummeting alone into an orgasm. In case she didn’t finish during anal sex, he wanted to give her body everything during this phase. That was his plan, anyway. The way his cock was being squeezed, he worried he might not last to enjoy part two.

Lucius set up a rhythmic stroking, going as far inside as felt safe, bringing his fierce erection into and out of his wife in a measured pace until he heard her begin to make her little sex noises. Just hearing her lightly chanting ‘yes’ over and over made him bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself focused outside his own euphoria.

When her voice went to unformed moans, then to rising mewls, he began giving her faster and faster thrusts. Suddenly Hermione went rigid in his arms and he got his reward – there went the scream that could break mirrors. Lucius kept to the same pace, keeping the little witch writhing in her climax with all the stimulation she could take until finally, with a deep sigh of sheer joy, she went limp in his embrace, weakly petting his perspiring chest as she slowly climbed back from oblivion.

“How did I get so lucky?” she murmured with a smile; her eyes were still closed, but her hand began trailing down to pet him where they were still joined. Little fingers strayed to his tightened sac causing him to catch an uneven breath.

“I hope you’ll still feel that way after I resettle myself in your backside.” Lucius replied, gently disengaging her wandering palm, which was trying to coax his balls into it.

With another deep sigh, mostly of repletion, Hermione began to lift her leg from over his hip, but was stopped by his hand on her butt, holding her still. “Don’t you want me to turn over?” she asked, sleepily.

“I want you just as you are,” he said, his voice low and erotically charged. Lifting his hand into the air, he intoned, “Accio cream.” His preferred lubricant flew into his hand and he went about spreading it generously not only around her little pink pucker, but all over himself. Then he slid his wife a lascivious grin, felt her stiffen in reaction, and began slathering the lubricant up through her folds, hearing her breath hitch at the unexpected revisiting of her recent triumph.

“I see you came prepared,” she said sardonically, then sucked in a tortured breath as he hit her sex switch. “Ah, Gods, Lucius, I…I’m not sure I can…” Hermione stuttered, feeling the insidious lure of her body’s sexual chanting reawaken. Her inner muscles were still twitching from her first trip to the witches’ utopia.

“Of course you can, love,” his thumb became a living metronome, crossing her little nerve bud from side to side, in an exacting cadence that matched her helpless little pants, her exhalations warming his cheek as he bent to his work.

Hermione scaled the carnal cliff once again, but this time her canny husband kept her focused on her clit while he slowly, gently began to insert himself into her rear portal. “Push out against me, darling,” he whispered.

Her eyes widened and she flashed him a withering glance, but he had her in thrall to his thumb and she succumbed to his low-voiced directions. Understanding his technique and trying to see it in the generous way she hoped he meant it, Hermione tried to relax her sphincter muscle using all the mental power she could muster, while her nerve bundle was being so systematically strummed. Little moans became one long moan as Hermione’s body lit like an incendiary device. She didn’t know how something that had offered only muted passion mingled with distinct hurt the first time could feel so unbearably exquisite now. She rather resented that Lucius had been right about that.

Within seconds, Lucius felt the way become easier and he slid in faster and more easily than the time before. The grateful wizard leaned in for another soul-stealing kiss, connecting them physically and emotionally, swallowing her ecstatic moans and causing his little witch to overflow with even more intense feelings of love for her husband.

The darkened bedroom echoed with a duet of moans and groans of gratified bliss from both partners, their slicked bodies undulating together in a dance older than civilization and as new as their spoken love. Lucius’ voice was so low Hermione could barely hear him as he praised her effort, her sweet, tight bum, and her bravery for gifting him with such pleasure, in between scorching kisses and light, fevered bites on her shoulders and breasts that left her languid with desire.

How could she love him so much? How could her heart possibly hold all she felt for him? All she knew was he was hers forever and it simultaneously made her exult in her luck and ecstatic that he loved her the same way. Hermione shut down thinking at all and grasped the moment with both hands, luxuriating in all the vivid sensations Lucius was causing.

All too soon the muscle walls in her pelvis clenched in preparation for her second climax. She dug her nails into the musculature of Lucius’ arms, unknowing that the sudden, tiny pain shattered her mate’s control into panting pieces. The torrid tsunami hit her and an ear-piercing shriek signaled her orgasm. Lucius would have known anyway as her lower body clamped down so hard, his penis was squeezed from tip to root, sending him into sexual orbit, too.

Lucius had done what he wanted so much to do for her - he’d brought her to her release with him embedded in her derriere before indulging in his own visit to ecstasy and his pride and love gave him a mental high he’d never experienced before. One last functioning part of his sex-fried brain acknowledged the major chasm between mere physical copulation and making love and he was humbly grateful he had finally discovered the difference. Minutes went by as the two lovers recovered from the sensual shockwaves rippling through their bodies.

After relaxing for a time in the afterglow and jubilant in the knowledge he had managed to give his wife a release using their new form of sex, Lucius cleaned them both and settled in beside his wife, oddly restless even as he was so limp he had trouble raising his arm to cuddle his now sleeping witch.

He loved her. He was in love with her. He hoped it stayed this way forever. She’d said she trusted him. One had to trust in order to really love unconditionally. Severus had told him that. He’d taken his first disjointed step to trusting her in return and it felt right but a little unnerving to his guarded, Machiavellian psyche.

Finally he relaxed; if anyone could battle the twisted Slytherin trait of scheming subterfuge rooted deep in his soul, she could – and win. He wanted to savor this amazing sense of unity, but the evening’s revelations, their clearing of the air, and his release of tension brought a blanket of fatigue down on him so suddenly that he crashed into the arms of Morpheus, dead asleep before he knew it.

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The rest of the school year passed quietly as most of the tainted parchment was tossed out. The professors and Lucius could walk down the halls in safety; they no longer had to wear their Quidditch protective cups under their robes. Snape would have moved home, but Narcissa was having a wonderful time acting as the official assistant to the Headmaster now that Hermione had no more qualms about Lucius working with his ex-wife. Narcissa’s husband didn’t have the heart to take her away from her source of newfound confidence, so the Snapes stayed until the end of the school year also.

With some of the pressure gone, Lucius found time to squire his wife on a quiet walk each day somewhere on the grounds, enjoying the scenery of the advancing springtime and discussing the immediate future.

“School is finished for the year tomorrow with the graduation ceremony. The next day we will be moving home.” The blond wizard was glad he had tied his hair back with a ribbon. The breeze was brisk sliding over the water of the loch and catching them at the shore. He captured some of Hermione’s errant curls in his gloved hands to hold them out of her eyes, “I don’t want you traveling in your last weeks. Luna agrees with me,” Lucius added, to forestall any objections Hermione might put forward.

“Now what maggot in your mind makes you think I don’t want to go?”

Lucius stopped and looked down at his burgeoning bride, “Hermione, I know you dislike the estate after what happened to you there. The first night, you nearly went catatonic when I Apparated you into the main drawing room. It can’t be pleasant to contemplate returning.”

“I…,” Hermione sighed, “no, I don’t like that room. However, that’s only one room. I managed to live in the rest of the mansion without any trouble. I even enjoyed my suite.”

“You don’t expect to sleep in the Flower Suite again, do you?” Lucius frowned in dismay.

“No,” Hermione smiled, “I will be perfectly happy to move into our rooms. If you don’t mind, I would like to keep my suite for my business. And now I particularly want to explore those old almanacs on your back library wall.”

“You found that collection, did you?” Hermione’s interest in his licentious literature gave Lucius hope for their continued amatory explorations of the kinky side of sex.

“It was an odd selection for your library. I tried to pull one of the almanacs off the shelf and an entirely different book showed up in my hand. “Autoerotic Anal Pleasures” I believe the title was – and well-thumbed with notes in the margins. Which reminds me, those books in my suite at home – did you put them in my room for me?”

Lucius’ cheeks went red, “I did.”

“Lucius, I’m sorry. That was so considerate of you, knowing I would like books the most. You showed me from day one you were committed to making our marriage solid and genuine and I didn’t see it.” Her chin went up in perfect imitation of Lucius’ mannerism, “I was dealing with a nasty forced marriage and that nightmare of a drawing room, but,” she placed her hand on his sleeve and squeezed his firm forearm, smiling up at her husband’s discomfort, “I can appreciate your gestures now.”

Lucius nodded and escaped the embarrassing discussion by turning it, “That book you plucked off the shelf is one of my favorites.” Beguiling her with one of his devious, crooked smiles, he warned, “Study it well, my love, I’ll expect you to become proficient in time.”

“You mean…you like…?” Hermione’s mouth dropped open. “But you screamed like a girl!”

Lucius’ crafty smile became a bit strained and he said tartly, “I would appreciate your finding another simile for my shocked response, Hermione.” Then he relaxed and chuckled, “There is still a sweet sheen of naiveté about you, love. You merely surprised me when you inserted your finger. But that venture is for another time.”

He pulled her back against him sheltering her in front of him and drawing his cape about the two of them, buttoning Hermione into it as they faced the shimmering loch. “I will be glad to go home,” he said. “This has not been a comfortable school year.” He rested his chin on her crown of curls, nuzzling into the softness of her honey tresses.

“Lucius,” she wriggled, “we’re out in public. And you’re poking me in the back. Honestly, is that thing never at rest?”

“I believe I mentioned to you our first day here at Hogwarts that my body is like this when I’m anywhere near you. I’m currently very near you, ergo erection. Are you truly uncomfortable?” Lucius pressed himself more firmly against his wife and leaned down to trace his tongue around the shell of her ear, pulling her curls aside with his gloved hand.

She giggled and twisted under Lucius’ enveloping cape, turning to face him and bumping his projectile with her tummy. Lowering his zipper, a small hand slipped into Lucius’ fine wool trousers and pulled out her prize. “I’m not uncomfortable now,” she crowed, triumphant, raking his thick length with gentle nails.

Two urgent, male hands clad in black leather yanked his little tormentor against her handiwork, smashing tiny fingers and turgid tool together. “Hermione,” Lucius mimicked, “we’re out in public.” Without waiting for a snippy comeback he swooped down and unerringly breached her mouth with his tongue, silencing her effectively.

There on the shore a funny, double-headed, black-caped creature spent the next few minutes exploring oral cavities – and other cloaked protuberances - before separating again with two ragged sighs. “I think we had better take this inside,” Lucius panted, receiving a dazed nod from his mate. Hermione tucked him back inside his placket with shaking fingers and he Apparated them into their bedroom.

Those afternoon walks always seemed to end the same way. Lucius figured it was the fresh air.

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Two days later Lucius’ coach, filled with all their belongings, five people, including the Snapes and Draco, plus one orange half-Kneazle, lifted off and headed for home. Hermione bravely decided not to be Stupefied and spent so much time chatting with the large group that her fear of flying was edged to the shadows of her mind. She sat holding hands with Lucius, trading funny stories of the visitors to the Hogwarts Headmaster’s office. Narcissa had several amusing accounts to contribute and Draco chimed in with his students’ antics. Lucius and Snape sat back and let the chatter flow around them.

If Draco hadn’t been sure of the sincere affection between his father and Hermione before, his mind was set to rest that day. Sandwiched in with two couples who were obviously in love with their mates, Draco was given something to think about. Perhaps it was time for him to quit playing around and find a wife for himself. Then he thought of all the lovely young women he hadn’t got around to in his circle. They would all be heartbroken if he limited himself to one. He smiled. So, maybe not quite yet.


tbc...

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