Captive Bride

Chapter 6

Hermione looked over her shoulder, meeting the eyes staring back at her. Vividly every memory of her last waking 24 hours came to mind. And the majority of each moment could be laid at the feet of one Lucious Malfoy. Even her lower stomach’s tingling some way, some how was connected to him. She knew that Malfoy wouldn’t be happy with the situation. Being who he was, plus being the new DADA teacher, the situation was not adding up. Being the inquisitive creature she was she opened her mouth.

“Why haven’t you killed me? If your not going to kill me, then, what are you going to do to me? I’m taking it that the marriage was binding. You would have removed it as soon as possible if it wasn’t I’m assuming. Where am I? What are we going to do about this?” Hermione narrowed her eyes. “No wait, something is different in my mind. Why is it telling me that everything else doesn’t matter but you and I staying in this bed?” She demanded.

“What we are going to do is finish the final stages of the ceremony that was performed a week ago. A week in which you have slept while your body has prepared itself for this moment. In a moment I’ll explain more. Yes the marriage is binding till death do us part and not you, nor I, or anyone else can void what has transpired. You are currently in my bed at Hogwarts. A bed that I had to transport here from the master’s chamber of my home because all Malfoys have been conceived in this bed.”

Her eyes narrowed again at the last comment. Malfoy covered her mouth so that he could continue. “We are going to deal with this. As to how, we will have to see. I prefer not to have witnesses to our consummation so we will just not announce your awakening just yet. The binding that has formed between us is demanding that we join as one.”

To distract her from his hand moving downward to her breast, he continued as he started to caress her. “The Ceremony of the Captive Bride is an ancient one. It is an ancient ceremony that was performed when one tribe wished to bind another to its side. The reason why it is still legal and binding is that, like many other old laws, people just stopped participating in such activities. Thus it can only be found in old scrolls of ancient families. Even they, more often than not only read current events from the last century or so. The closest example you could refer to is the hand fasting of a year and a day. But that is only a human evolution of the old ways. But it is so much more.”

Hermione’s breath sharpened, as Malfoy laid her back flat against the bed. Tracing the edge of her jaw with one hand his other hand traveled back down to the curvature of her waist. Tracing a finger around her navel he slowly inched closer to her belly button. A known cluster of nerves could be found there sensitive to the right touch.

“The ceremony used to be performed when a man wished to gain a woman from another tribe. You have to remember that women were treated differently then. And it was only through women that the next generation came from. So if a man liked what he saw in a woman that he wished to have passed on to his children he had to find a way to bind her to him. There are more minor details that come because of this binding but we will discuss that at another time. For now I can smell your desire. The longer you deny this between us the harder it will be.” Firmly grasping the back of her head he took her mouth.

Hermione was drowning in the sensations that were swamping her. His hand seemed to be all over her body. Tracing a hip there, then her navel then, she gasped, he was probing her firmly yet gently. She could feel him along her side. He was as naked as the day he was born. He felt so strong and solid. A heat wave was rolling off of him, soaking into her skin. Her hand clenched then rose to grasp at his bicep. Her other that had landed in his hair was trapped between her body and his chest. And down there was, ‘Oh My!’ Lucious covered her thighs with the solid weight of his leg. Each hair prickled her skin. A sensation she never had felt before. Hermione could feel him more firmly pressing, urgently, into her hip. If he felt that huge how would he even fit inside her? She knew that a lot of her nervousness was from her being a virgin but still she knew enough to know how things work.

Lucious could feel every reaction she was having through their bond. Knowing that every sensation each other felt would multiply when felt through their connection her rocked against her hip. He marveled at her soft skin. Around his probing hand he could feel the strength in each trembling clench of her thighs. Tracing her neck with his lips he reached the firmness of her breasts. Choosing a tighten nipple he took it into his mouth as his finger began to pluck at her bud.

Hermione’s hips raised off the bed at all the sensations bombarding her. Her hand that was trapped was able to bury itself in his hair when he took her into his mouth. Her head tilted back, arching her neck as he suckled at her breast. His hand that was in her hair was now plucking at her other nipple. Soothing the ache that was tingling there in want of his mouth. Lucious’s mouth traded nipples leaving the other glistening in the air. The covers were slowly moving down with his body as he explored the bounty laid before him. Pressing his knee between hers he made room for his hips. Making sure that her knees could not meet each other he dipped his tongue into her navel. Mentally he sent all the pleasure he was feeling back through their connection to keep her deep in the pleasure. His hands grasped each hip, stroking each pubic bone with his thumbs. Spreading his knees farther apart causing hers to sprawl on the sheets. He gazed at the jewel that was now revealed to his gaze.

Knowing that she was oh so close to the edge, he buried his face between her petals. Hermione gasped on her scream of pleasure. One of her hand was still buried tightly in the length of his hair. The other clenched at the sheets. Lucious reached up and pulled her hand from his hair. Placing it on her breast he watched her instinctively pinching and twirling the nipple. Her hand followed in action without any urging from him. Satisfied at the sight before him he sucked deeply on her clit. Bracing a hand beneath her hips to hold her as still as possible he teased her open with the fingers of his right.

Lucious could already feel the tightness of her innocence with each shallow probing of his finger. Suckling harder he entered her with his finger. Thrusting gently he soon was using two. Licking deeply at the top of her opening he stretched her as much as possible.

Sensing the beginning of her orgasm he gave one last suckle to send her over the edge and brought himself to her. Using his right hand, the left still wrapped under her hips, he lined himself up and surged deeply inside of her.

Hermione screamed at the intense feelings that were bombarding her left and right. Kneading her breasts, the sensations zeroed in on the ache between her thighs. Only the feel of Lucious’s finger gave her any kind of relief. But that was short-lived when he probed her with his tongue. Feeling herself falling at the sensations Hermione let herself go. She could feel Lucious surging inside her. Drowning she wrapped her arms around his shoulders trying to cling to something, anything that would carry her through. Each thrust brushed against a spot just inside. Each probe met a place deep inside. Every stroke started carrying her up again higher than she had gone before. All Hermione could do was gasp as she rode the intensity that was filling every particle of her body.

“Look at me.” Lucious demanded as his thrusts went deeper and harder. “Look at me!”

Her eyes snapped open as the breath left her body momentarily. The climax was in her eyes as she met Lucious’s gaze. His eyes never left hers as he gave a few more, deep, deep, thrusts into her. He groaned deep in his throat, as every spurt of his seed hit the opening of her womb.

Hermione’s eyes rolled as she fainted on her first intake of air. Lucious buried his head at her nape. Instinctively he turned in and kneaded the flesh with his teeth then soothed it with his lips. Sighing he closed his eyes and laid to the side of her. Keeping connected so that he slowly thrust into her. Massaging her inner muscle to keep them loose and use to him.

A smile came to Lucious’s face when he realized that neither of them would be coming up for air just yet.

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A.N. Don’t worry I’m not done yet for the night. I just wanted to post this for all of you who had to wait for me to get back in town. I had to leave my computer home while I worked out of town overnights. Well anyways back to the story.