Girl Talk

Scenario 6: Members Only







Ginny Weasley sat across from Hermione in the little café near the ministry, a smug grin on her face as she stared at her friend.







“Soooo…Lucius Malfoy is your boyfriend?” She asked. Hermione snickered and took a sip of her tea.







“Well as much as it amuses me to think of him that way, yeah, for all intents and purposes, Lucius Malfoy is my boyfriend.” She said.







“Well I’ll be damned.” Ginny said smiling. “How is Draco taking the news that his father has a muggleborn girlfriend?”







Hermione couldn’t help it, the idea of her and Lucius being boyfriend and girlfriend was just hilarious.







“Draco…oh gods, that is just….” Hermione’s cheeks flushed and she shook her head slowly, staring into her cup. “That is a story in and of it self.”







“And you are going to tell me the story, now!” Ginny said, her eyes glinting with curiosity.







“Well…Lucius and I were…well we were…erm…”







“Fucking? Screwing? Shagging?” Ginny teased. “You need to learn to talk dirty, Hermione. I bet Lucius would love it.”







“Anyway…yes, we were shagging…and Draco walked in on us. He just stood there, staring…in shock.”







“And what did you do?” Ginny asked, wishing she could have been a fly on the wall for that little incident.







“I came.” Hermione whispered into her cup as she pressed it to her lips.







“Say that again, because I didn’t hear it as you were whispering it with your lips wrapped around the teacup.” Ginny said.







“I said…I came.” Hermione said blushing furiously. Ginny blinked; stunned for a moment, then she began laughing. She laughed until she was wheezing slightly, everyone in the café staring at them as the beautiful redhead coughed and cackled hysterically. “It isn’t that funny.” Hermione groused.







“Oh Merlin…oh yes it fucking is!” Ginny said, roaring with laughter once more. “How….why?” She asked wiping her eyes, random bursts of laughter still escaping.







“I don’t know! Things were….amazing as they always are with Lucius…I opened my eyes and was staring upside down at Draco.” She said. “Next thing I knew….”







“Upside down?”







“Head hanging off the side of the bed.” Hermione mumbled.









“Ah…well…so were you hoping he would join…”







“Absolutely not!” Hermione yelled, drawing attention to her self. She gritted her teeth and leaned over the table to speak more softly. “No…it wasn’t anything like that…it was just…well he was watching.”







“And it excited you?”







“Yes.”









“Sounds like you might be a bit of an exhibitionist.” Ginny said, smiling at her prudish friend. “I’m sure if you told Lucius he would be more than happy to arrange an audience for your pleasure.”







“For Circe’s sake, Ginny!” Hermione said, her face aflame. “I have no doubt he would; the man has no modesty whatsoever.”







“But you do and even though it excites you, you won’t try it.”









“Its different, Draco walked in on us by accident, it wasn’t arranged and I fainted before he could say anything so I didn’t have to face him…yet.” Hermione frowned.







“Unconscious? Damn, old Malfoy is just full of surprises.” Ginny said, enviously. She glanced down at her wristwatch and her brow furrowed. “Ugh…I need to get back to the office, I miss playing Quidditch, managing the team is too much actual work and no fun.”







She stood and straightened her clothes, slinging her handbag over her shoulder before she bent down to embrace Hermione and kiss her cheek.







“You should talk to Lucius about the things that interest you, Mione. He can’t fulfill your desires if he doesn’t know what they are.” She said with a wink before she popped out of sight with a crack.





Ginny reappeared in her small office at Harpies Central Headquarters and smiled, tossing her bag onto the desk and falling into her chair. Oh what she wouldn’t do to get a look at Lucius in action. She smiled, imagining the scene when Draco walked in on them. She pursed her lips and reached into her desk for quill and parchment.







Dear Lucius,





Had an interesting lunch conversation with Hermione today….







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Lucius Malfoy stepped from the carriage and held his hand out to Hermione. She popped her head out first, then distractedly laid her hand in his and let him guide her from the conveyance. She looked lovely in the soft black cashmere wrap dress he had bought her and had delivered, along with rather racy undergarments that she wore beneath it. Her long, obnoxious curls had been twisted into a messy, but sexy up-do of disorderly ringlets that bared her throat.







“What is this place?” She asked, staring up at the huge black stone castle jutting into the night sky and surrounded by an eerie mist.







“It is a private club, members only.” He said, smirking slightly as he pulled her close and slid his arm around her waist. He walked her over the bridge covering the moat to the heavy wooden door and the barrel chested man standing guard.







“Mr. Malfoy…welcome back.” The man said, opening the door and allowing them entry. The walls inside were just as black as the outside, the candle sconces on the walls casting the long corridor in a soft glow as Lucius pulled Hermione along. He stopped outside another heavy door and turned to face her.







“I need you to do something for me.” He said softly.







“What?” She asked, her voice trembling just a bit. She was nervous about the strange castle he had brought her to, the vagueness of his explanations about their plans.







Lucius reached into the pocket of his robe and withdrew the item inside. Hermione glance down in confusion.







“I want you to wear this at all time while we are inside.” He said, sliding his hands around her neck and fastening a satin choker with a silver LM charm dangling from the front of it. “You need to stay by my side at all times, do not wander off alone.” He said.







“Lucius…did you just collar me? Like a dog?” She asked incredulously as she fingered the charm and stared at him. He had the nerve to smile at her.







“More like a…slave.” He said softly. “Now don’t get your knickers in a twist, Hermione, you can take it off when we leave, but while we are here it is important that everyone who sees you knows that you are taken, by me.”





She looked at the door with a panicked expression.







“What sort of place have you brought me to?”







“I think you will enjoy it.” He said, reaching for the handle and opening the door. She wasn’t sure just what she expected to be revealed when he opened it, but it wasn’t what she saw.







At first it looked like an ordinary country club. There was a large open area in the center with various seating arrangements laid out before an enormous hearth. A bar lined the back of the room and tables were set up along the outside of the seating area. It wasn’t overly full, but there were several people scattered about. It seemed like a normal social club until she began to focus on the people.







Her eyes were immediately drawn to a couple sitting at the bar. It was an older gentleman with a huge smile on his face, if he were a muggle she would guess him to be somewhere in his mid to late fifties, but since he was no doubt a wizard, she would guess him to be in his early hundreds. The woman he was with was much younger, smiling at him as she leaned in close, her rather bodacious bosom threatening to fall out of her blouse.





It was then that Hermione realized what all the smiling was about; the young woman’s hands were actively moving beneath his robes. Hermione looked around her and noticed that many of the couples seemed to be engaging in amorous activities around the room, some more discreetly than others.







“Lucius!” Hermione squeaked, clutching his arm tightly and pressing into his side. “What in the hell is this place?”







“Well, generally this would be where a wizard would take his paramour for a little fun without the prying eyes of society watching, or to keep the gossip from getting back to his wife.” Lucius chuckled.







“Lucius, you don’t consider me your…mistress…do you?” She whispered, staring up at him. He turned towards her, his arms sliding around her waist as he pulled her close, rubbing his nose along side hers.









“No, I don’t consider you my mistress. I care for you too much to relegate you to such a seedy level.” He said, brushing a soft kiss against her lips. “That isn’t why I brought you here, not to hide you or to put you into a position of inferiority.”







“Why did you?” She asked, inhaling deeply of his spicy scent. She could smell him on her clothes, on her person, in her home; he was becoming a part of her, imprinting himself on her more with every day.







“To explore with you…to share an experience with you…to be with you.” He said, his fingertips brushing in light circles over her back. “Put your trust in me, my love, I promise never to harm you.”





She started at the endearment. Any time he addressed her with such soft words, such tender sentiment she was at a loss, unsure of what to think, what to do, what it meant. She was drawn to this part of Lucius, the vulnerable part of him that so desperately wanted to be loved, to be needed, to be trusted.







“Alright, Lucius. I trust you.”







She couldn’t believe the smile on his face from those simple words. He released her, taking her hand in his and pulling her behind him. He nodded his head in greeting to a few individuals as he passed them, their eyes lingering on her curvy form but never long, not once the collar came into their view, they would quickly avert their eyes when they saw it.







He stopped at the cloak room and dropped off their outerwear, chuckling when Hermione yelped as she witnessed a young woman on her knees servicing a man between the racks. He grasped her arm and pulled her from the room, grinning as she continued to stare back over her shoulder at the couple.





“My gods!” She gasped, her cheeks flushing as he pulled her through another door and into a small boutique. “What are we doing in here?”







“Shopping.” He said, coming up behind her and sliding his hands forward over her hips, his palms resting low on her belly. “The night I overheard your sexual predicament you said you were going to buy a very large vibrator.” He cooed against her ear. “Do you still want one?”







Hermione let him nudge her towards a display, his front pressed tightly to her back the entire way. She could feel him, already half aroused against her backside. Why did she need a plastic imitation with that at her disposal?







“Do we need it?” She asked softly, staring at the shelves laden with various multicolored phalluses. Her use of the word we was not lost on, Lucius. Obviously when it came to the accoutrement of sex she wasn’t interested in something she had to use alone.







“Perhaps not a very large one, but there are things we could use a smaller one for.” He said.







“What things?” She asked breathlessly as Lucius withdrew his wand and laid the tip against the price tag beneath a small, blue penis.







“I’ll show you sometime.” He said softly, blowing on the side of her neck as he urged her to move further down the aisle. He described various items to her that pricked her curiosity, anything that got a reaction from her he bought. By the time they had finished up in the store Hermione was fidgeting, her knickers soaked and sticking to the folds of her sex. Lucius was watching her from the corner of his eye as he made payment and delivery arrangements with the clerk.







She was so easy to read when she was excited. Her every response raw and open, there for him to see in all it’s honesty. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy, her lips wet and partially open as she stared at him. He couldn’t believe she was his. That he had fallen so hard for someone he had hated for so long. He finished his transaction and walked to her, laying his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. To his surprise her little tongue darted out and licked him.







“Can we go home?” She asked, her voice husky with arousal.







“Not yet, there is more I wish to show you.” He whispered, lowering his head to nip at her lower lip. He wrapped one strong arm around her waist and led her back into the common room. He didn’t take her to the bar or into the seating area; instead he guided her down a long, dark corridor to another door. The sign said Hall of Voyeurs.

He opened the door and nudged her into the darkness, following her inside and closing the door behind them.







Hermione stared down the long, narrow passageway with no small amount of confusion. On one side of the corridor was a long bench the length of the hall with a cushioned top, the other side was a row of large picture windows.







“Lucius?”







“I’m right here.” He said, laying his hand gently in the center of her back. “Go on, have a look.” He said, pushing her towards the first window.







Hermione’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she watched the scene unfolding on the other side of the glass. A man laid in the middle of the room, the floor of which was one large, padded cushion littered with dozens and dozens of brightly colored satin pillows of every shape and size. He was reclining against a stack of them, completely naked while a raven haired woman with dusky skin knelt between his legs, sucking his cock with an enthusiasm that Hermione found impressive.







The woman straddled the head of a busty blonde who gripped her thighs and laid her tongue to the raven haired woman’s sex with stunning skill. Hermione was fascinated, her head tilting to the side as she watched. The dark woman’s head bobbed over the man’s lap and he gathered her hair up in his hand, clearing the view as Hermione watched her tongue slide up and down the shaft, her hand pumping the long pink cock, her cheeks caving in as she sucked hard. The man had his head thrown back, groaning as the woman worked him.







The dark woman was in turn grinding her hips down against the blonde’s lips. The Blonde was eating the woman as though starving for the taste of her.







“What do you think?” Lucius asked, pressing up against her back, pressing his erection into the cleft of her bottom. “Do you like what you see?”







“I…um…yes.” She whispered. She felt the low rumble of his chuckle against the side of her neck.







“I knew you would.” He said between tiny, sucking kisses against her skin. “Come on, my love, there is more for you to see.” He said, pulling her reluctantly from the first window to the next. The second room held a rather interesting pair. The man had long black hair that reminded Hermione somewhat if professor Snape. He was lying between the splayed legs of an Auburn haired beauty, his tight, pale buttocks flexing as he thrust in and out of the woman forcefully. The woman arched and writhed beneath the man, her bright red nails scoring his back as he fucked her.







Hermione’s knees were quaking. She reached behind her, her nails biting into Lucius’s thighs. His hands slid along the curve of her waist, moving around to cup her breasts, his fingers plucking at the nipples. She moaned, her head rolling back onto his shoulder as desire flooded her body.







“I need you to take me home…please.” She begged, arching into his touch.







“You need me to take you…but not home, come along; there is another room to view.” He said. He didn’t take his hands from her breasts; instead he slid them inside the v-neckline and into the cups of her bra, cupping her naked flesh in his hands. He used his body to push her to the next window, his fingers pinching the tight little nipples.







“Watch.” He whispered. On the other side of the glass stood three people, two men and a woman, the woman was wearing a tiny little slip of black satin that barely reached the tops of her thighs. Her ginger hair was French plaited and tucked up in the back; a black half mask covered the top half of her face. She stood off to the side, her peaches and cream skin glowing in the candlelight as she watched the two men.





Both were tall, well muscled, one black and one white. They were wearing black satin drawstring trousers and half masks as well. The Caucasian was standing in the center of the room, his wrists bound at the small of his back while the dark man’s lips moved over his chest and abdomen. She was riveted as she watched them, the way the dark man’s hands moved over the smooth, pale skin of his lover. The woman came up behind the bound man, her hands sliding up his retrained arms, massaging his shoulders. He turned his head and their lips met, tongues twining and dueling.







“Gods, Lucius….I need you.” She whimpered, every nerve in her body seeming to congregate between her thighs. Lucius smiled at her admission and began to gather the skirt of her dress in his hands, tugging it up, the hem skimming along the smooth skin of her thighs.







“Now?” He queried, his hands moving from her breasts to tuck into the sides of her knickers, tugging them down and bending low to slide them over her booted feet. He could feel how wet the lace and cotton were and his cock pulsed. He tucked them into his pocket and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, his fingertips brushing over the smooth, slick folds of her pussy. “My…you are excited, aren’t you?”







Hermione whimpered, her knees buckling. Lucius caught her before she could fall, pulling her up against him.







“Easy now.” He said, pressing his lips to hers. She clutched at him, her lips parting making way for his tongue to slide inside. She groaned into his mouth, the familiar, beloved flavor of him beginning to intoxicate her even more. He pressed her back into the glass, grunting when her legs came up and squeezed tightly around his waist. She was becoming bolder as time went on, more and more she was asking for what she wanted, growing more aggressive.









“Please!” She cried, wrenching her mouth from his and letting her head fall back to hit the glass. She was desperate in a way that she only got with Lucius. He buried his face in her shoulder, nibbling lightly, his eyes on the room.







“I want you too, I want you now.” He growled, tapping on the glass three times with his knuckle. The female inside turned at the sound, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Not in the hall…” He said, lifting her, his hands closing over the cheeks of her ass as he carried her down the hall and through a door into a dimly lit room. Candlelight flickered off of the red walls and black furniture.







He laid her back on the black velvet chaise and settled himself over her, his lips taking hers with passion. She was squirming beneath him, anxious and needy. She pushed her hands beneath his robes on his shoulders and shoved them back and off. She wasn’t thinking clearly, she had no idea where they were in the club and didn’t much care about anything other than getting him as naked as she could as quickly as she could.







Lucius was chuckling against her lips as the buttons on his waistcoat were destroyed. Not that he cared, he could just buy a replacement, and her passionate responses were worth the damage to his wardrobe. He rose off of her long enough to remove the ruined garment and unbutton his shirt…he didn’t remove it completely, but he knew her, knew that she wouldn’t be happy unless she could feel the heat of his skin against her, be able to dig her little fingers into the muscles of his back.





He pushed the skirt of her dress up, bunching it at her waist before lowering his head and nipping at the inside of her thigh. She yelped, and then began to shake with anticipation. She loved it when Lucius went down on her; she had never imagined the kind of pleasure that came with his mouth feasting between her thighs.





She bucked, crying out sharply when his mouth closed over her, his slippery, hot tongue tickling along her slit before sliding between the plump lips to torment her clit. He lapped at her sweetness, nibbling and sucking at the tender folds until she began pulling at his hair, grinding her hips up against his mouth as her orgasm approached. He pulled back and she nearly ripped his hair out in frustration.







“Don’t stop!” She cried.







“Easy, my love.” He soothed, prying her fingers from his hair. He clasped her wrists and pinned them back against the chaise by her head. “Take a deep breath…you know I won’t leave you aching…don’t I always take care of you?”





She groaned and lifted her hips against him, rubbing against the impressive rod outlined beneath his trousers. She had no patience once he got her worked up, it was a benefit actually, it made it easier to convince her that things like having sex in the minister’s board room was a good idea after office hours.





He opened the front of her dress and tugged the cups of her bra down immediately sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, drawing forcefully on the tender bud. Her legs wrapped around his waist and Lucius rolled quickly so that he was on his back with her straddling him.







She leaned over him on the reclining chaise, her voluptuous breasts dangling just above his mouth. He lifted his head, nipping, sucking and licking at the little peaks as she rubbed against him. Her slippery excretions were wetting the front of his trousers as she moved over him, desperately seeking relief from the ache between her thighs.







“You are a tease, you brute.” She gasped as she began to roughly tug at the button closure of his trousers. Lucius couldn’t help but laugh as he watched her. He was going to have to apparate them back to her little home because his clothes were in ruins thanks to the impatient little wanton. She didn’t waste any time shoving the offensive material out of her way and releasing the beautifully aroused little Lucius from his prison.







She was whimpering as she adjusted her sex over him, positioning him and then sliding down onto him with a sigh that could only be described as relieved. She began rocking her hips over him, her eyes closed, her hands fisted on her thighs as she sought out the rhythm that was going to bring her to completion.





Over her shoulder Lucius saw the door open and the small figure of a woman slip inside. She said nothing, just leaned back against the wall and watched.







“We have company.” He said softly. Hermione froze, her eyes opening wide as panic settled over her. “Don’t stop…she wont touch you, she won’t touch me, she’s just here to observe.”





Hermione tried to turn her head to see if he spoke the truth but he rolled his hips up into her and she groaned, her eyes clenching tight as the stroke stole her breath. Lucius didn’t give her a chance to regain her train of thought. He sat up, his arms going around her waist, sliding beneath the fabric of her skirt to cup her soft, round arse. He used his grip to move her, guiding her over his cock as he lifted his hips into her, filling her completely, going deep and hitting hard.







She was so wet, so tight and so hot inside that it robbed Lucius of coherent thought. He could think of nothing but getting deeper into her, becoming a permanent part of her so she could never be free of him. Over and over he thrust up into her, his name spilling from her lips over and over as she was lost to him. Her nails bit into his shoulders and he could feel the tremors begin in the silky, slick walls of her pussy, growing stronger with every rock of her hips against him.







He captured her nipple with his teeth, tugging gently then closing his lips around it to suck hard upon her. Her head fell back and with a hoarse scream she came around him, her tight little sheathe clamping tightly around him so he could barely move. He continued to thrust, pushing his cock through the rippling, pulsing walls until his own release came upon him, causing him to slam his hips up and jerk her down roughly at the same time, pouring his essence into her with heavy spurts.







She fell forward, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her cheek resting on the top of his head, rubbing it back and forth over his silky hair. She was breathing heavily as she came down, her heart pounding against his lips as he kissed her sternum. She would shudder ever so often as her body recovered and her pulse began to settle. Lucius smiled smugly between her breasts as he reached between them to right their clothing.







“Take me home now?” She asked sleepily. Lucius smiled and kissed her slightly swollen lips.







“Yes, I’ll take you home now.” He said softly. “But first we should say goodbye…it would be rude if we didn’t.”







“Goodbye?” Hermione turned around and saw the woman from the last window leaning against the wall, a smile on her lips as she lifted her fingers in a little wave. “I thought you were just…that you said it to…excite me. She watched the whole time?”







“Not the whole time…just part of it.” He said. Hermione wasn’t sure what to say, what to think or feel as she stared at the woman while Lucius righted his clothes and helped her to her feet. Just before he disapparated them from the room Hermione could have sworn she saw a very familiar set of brown eyes wink at her.



















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So I have to relieve stress somehow and it seems that for me it is writing smut…so here ya go, another little scenario with another one already forming….enjoy