A New Order of Wizards - COMPLETE

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Chapter Six – Lucius Decides


Lucius was starting to realize Hermione was really telling the truth. He considered a few options and went with one he had fantasized about for months. “Put your mouth where your change of heart is, Hermione.” Lucius lowered the lights to save Hermione’s blushes. His heartbeat was escalating as he gently threaded his fingers through her unruly curls and drew her face down toward his now blatant erection as he opened his robe top to bottom.


Hermione got the idea but was completely disconcerted. This was very advanced for someone who hadn’t even really seen a penis before. Not that she could see it too well in the gloom. Why did he have to turn down the lights just when things got interesting? But she knew she wanted to go forward with him, not back and she could understand that he wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to make a fool of him. This was just his version of “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine”. She smiled to herself; he apparently wasn’t worried that she might bite. It was actually a rather large compliment that he trusted her so much.


Hermione took his member in one hand, running her fingers around and up and down its large size mostly by feel, but her eyes were adjusting a little to the darkness. She was glad she hadn’t seen his size before she had had sex with him the first time; she would have been absolutely terrified. But now she knew it fit, snugly with a bit of stretching, but not painfully.


Lucius relaxed back against the pillows and felt his wife’s tactile examination of him. By her tentative exploration, he realized she probably hadn’t touched a cock before. He reveled in her fascination but soon wanted more. He petted her rioting curls, crooning softly to her, “It’s just skin, Hermione. You know what I want.”


Hermione leaned forward and enclosed the glans in her mouth. She wasn’t left to use her imagination; Lucius gave her concise instructions at first, telling her just what he liked, how fast, how hard, where to concentrate her tongue flicks and how to gently manipulate his balls. He was finally teaching her to be a partner in bed after a year of acrimonious warfare. Hermione soon got over her hesitation and decided she really loved stroking and even licking this amazing male equipment. A shame it was attached to Lucius, but one couldn’t have everything. She was so engrossed in her explorations that at first she didn’t realize Lucius wanted her to quit.


Lucius lifted her away from his cock and put her on the sheets on her back. He leaned over her and started kissing her. He’d never done that before. Hermione found yet another fascinating aspect of lovemaking. The boys who had kissed her before were total amateurs next to her husband. When they had tried to put their tongues in her mouth, she had pushed them away. When Lucius started kissing her, he pinched her chin and opened her mouth, sweeping his tongue inside and tangling it with her own. Why was it so different from the fumbling schoolboys? When Lucius suddenly stopped his tongue’s lascivious marauding, she murmured her discontent and tried to bring his mouth back to hers.


Lucius was getting too aroused, too quickly and he needed a breather if he wasn’t going to finish without her. He stared down at her, letting her feel his hand descending to her breasts.


She tracked his hand, peering in the dark anxiously, and she sucked in her breath when he cupped first one breast, then the other, rolling her nipples between his fingers while he squeezed. “Oh Lucius, that is …so…oh…” Hermione’s voice trailed off as she felt his hand descend down her stomach. “Oh, Lucius, no…oh… oh…Lucius, yes! Ah, ah, …”


Lucius went to work on her clit, at first delicately, then increasing the pressure until her hips were bucking up off the bed. She was only making incoherent encouraging sounds when he removed his hand and settled between her legs. She was so wet he had no trouble fitting himself to her entrance and sliding inside.


Hermione was beyond thinking of anything but her sensitivity to her husband’s expert touch and his weight when he finally came over her. She pulled him down onto her, feeling his swollen tool slide into her honeyed depths. That was familiar. And then he started to move, plunging deeply in a hypnotic rhythm. Now that was heaven! Hermione was so sensitized to her own body that it took only a few moments before she fell off the edge of the world with her first male-induced climax. Her own hand had never, ever felt like this!


Lucius lasted a few more strokes, but her body’s internal rippling from her climax soon shot him over the edge too. He lay stunned on her for a few seconds, trying to regain his breath, his sanity, and then he brought her over him in a rolling motion, pulling up the coverlet and holding her to him while he lightly dozed for a few minutes.


Hermione lay on him bonelessly. She idly stroked his arms, enjoying the unusual peace between them. She could definitely get used to this new détente with her husband. They might never be friends but they could have this. Hermione drifted off, slowly dropping her head onto Lucius’s chest. Their tension-filled day had morphed into such a tremendous release physically that they unintentionally wound up fast asleep together for the night. Lucius’ ‘light doze’ lasted until late morning when he awoke to find a slight weight on his chest. The slight weight was delicately snoring. Lucius realized he’d slept all night with Hermione tucked onto his body. He hadn’t slept so well in months.