Just Around the Riverbend

Well, this was out pretty quickly, actually, and I think you guys will be happy because this is actually a double does of pure, unadulterated SMUT.

Voracious Reader - I agree about the turpentine.

Serin Blackmoon - >_< Glad you liked Hermy's parents.

angeles - I've got big plans for Daisy and Phelan. I don't want to do all out lemons for them because Daisy is only thirteen, and Phelan is fifteen. That isn't to say that Daisy isn't an insatiably curious soul. They'll get their moment, and I will write it with just as much detail and care as I've written the others, but I want to make sure she's old enough to appreciate it. n_n

mad4moony(3) - I love your name. No I'm not Irish. I'm actually from the US, but I read alot, and actually have a pretty good written vocabulary. Not so much spoken, though. ^_^

HarryGinny4Eva - Well, it's true. Alot of people died in canon because Dumbledore was a pretty useless figurehead. Sure, he could duel, but he only did it once so what was the good that he did? None. I was sad that he died, but not as sad as I could have been.

annelaure - I understood just fine. I think for now that Jacques is gone, so I probably won't be using any more French, but thanks for the offer.

Jennifer - Special plans for Tom, my dear. That's what I have.

hairsprayX12 - Hmm, I think you're right, but see the review I gave angeles ^^ for keeping it rather innocent for now. Phelan has too much of a sense of duty to her to let her go too far with him before they're BOTH ready.

Alina - I have not read that book(s). I hoped I wrote the cravings scene right, as I've never experienced it myself.

Karen - Harry does love the Weasleys, and I didn't write them out, per se, but I needed to get rid of them for my Lumione part of the story. If it makes you feel any better, they'll be at Hogwarts...and Harry couldn't really tell what was happening to him. Remember, he didn't know anything about the Horcrux in the book. I think he only realized he was being possessed as it was happening, and by then it was too late. Voldemort took slow and steady control over him, and then snatched the last bit of his freedom when his defenses fell.

margaritama - I must say, having you review my stories again is an unseen pleasure, my dear. And as for my diner: I'm not sure if the Brits have diners like the peoples from the US have diners. My story is AU, which means I can change a few things around. They story goes like this: A lady from America moved to London to be with some distant family (much like Daisy) and found she missed the foods she grew up with, and discovered her family rather liked her food if she cooked it for them. So, she opened up a Diner like in the US. It's a hit. :)

Okay kids. This is a doozy. Get those handkerchiefs and AA batteries ready. And....go!

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She was shivering as he led her up the stairs again. It might have to do with the fact that the only clothing she wore was one of his soft button-up shirts and a pair of shorts he’d Transfigured for her. It might have to do with the fact that in a few short moments she would no longer be a virgin. And she was afraid of that. She’d acted impulsively when she’d signed up with Miz Scarlett. She’d been promised a good cut. She’d been promised much better pay than any job she could get with her own qualifications.

She had never been very good at practical magic. Oh, she wasn’t stupid. She could do theoretical and written work all day long, but when it came down to execution, she was dismal at it. For Merlin’s sake, she’d been a Hufflepuff! She wasn’t brave, or smart, or cunning. She was just….just there.

And so she’d signed herself up for prostitution. Oh yes, she was a brilliant one, she was. She was also incredibly lucky that her contract had been picked up by Harry Potter. The wonderful man had bought her quickly, much like someone buying a perceived piece of art at a garage sale. She didn’t know what he’d wanted with her. She wasn’t sure what to think. He had not been unkind to her. He had been rather starchy and a tad formal.

She knew without a doubt that she was being treated much better than if she’d stayed with Miz Scarlett. Heck, Mr. Potter had even promised to buy her some clothes tomorrow. He’d added with a sly grin that she wouldn’t need them tonight. She shivered again. The thought of what he was about to do caused a knot to form in her stomach. And he talked about it so casually. He’d told her exactly what to expect from her first time, had assured her he would not cause any unnecessary discomfort and would be as careful as needed.

She was led into the large Master bedroom, and looked around in appreciative awe. The room was painted a pleasant beige color, and the space was dominated by a large, four-poster bed with crimson draperies. The curtains were pulled back at the moment, revealing a dark red duvet, and fresh white sheets underneath. A set of French doors led to a shallow balcony, and on either side of the doors was heavy red curtains. There was a nightstand on the left side of the bed, presumably where Harry slept, that had a small table lamp with a red shade, and a few masculine knick knacks. There were little touches of gold throughout the room, making it appear very….Gryffindor-ish.

There was a warm pine chest of drawers on one wall, and a matching bureau along another, with a large gilded mirror hanging above that.

“Do you like my room?” came the soft question. Bella looked up at Harry’s face, and found him gazing down at her.

“It’s beautiful. And so inviting.” She returned. The corners of his mouth tilted upward.

“I’m glad you think so. I’d say that bed is rather inviting about now as well, wouldn’t you?” he asked, and approached the large piece of furniture. Bella gulped.

“It’s lovely.” She whispered. He turned back to her, and approached her.

“Silly girl. Much too tightly wound. You need to….relax…” he murmured, drawing her into his arms and lowering his face to nuzzle her neck. She was stiff in his arms, and he began to run his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and slowly steered her closer to the bed. She became distracted and squirmy when he started nibbling on the juncture of her shoulder and neck.

By the time the back of her legs hit the mattress, it was really too late to escape because as soon as her body went back, Harry was on top of her. She tried to backpedal on the mattress, yet he followed her quickly, until they were both on the bed. He was leaning over her, piercing her with those vivid green eyes. She looked away, and noticed that behind Harry, the canopy’s top was a shiny silver mirror, and she saw her own shocked blue eyes staring back at her as she watched Harry begin to unbutton the shirt he’d loaned her.

She knew better than to fight him. He owned her, after all. And he didn’t have to be considerate. He could cock her ankles to her ears and take her as he pleased. He was being kind and slow, and- sweet Merlin, he ran his fingers over her nipples, causing them to pucker beautifully. She took a shallow breath while still
watching the mirror, nearly hypnotized by the reflection of Harry toying with her breasts.

She really had such lovely breasts. So soft and round. It had been quite a while since he’d seen such an obvious example of natural beauty. Sure, he had seen his share of women made beautiful in his day. He’d seen what a bit of face powder and some mascara could do. But the girl beneath him was untouched by any makeup. Those brilliant blue eyes were framed by thick dark lashes that didn’t need the help of mascara to define the shape. Her lips were a beautiful, pouty red color without that horrible-tasting stain women liked to wear on their mouths. She was blushing quite nicely without the help of artificial powders. Ooo, he couldn’t wait to bury himself balls-deep…it had been so long since he’d washed blood off his cock.

She actually cried out when his mouth found the tender peak of her nipple, sucking gently on the sensitive bit of skin. His hand played idly with the other while he leisurely licked and kissed at her breast. She was grinding up against him, mewling most deliciously.

She’d never felt this sort of feeling before. Jolts of sheer unadulterated lust were shooting between her legs, and he was only touching her boobs. What would happen if he touched….oh my…

He switched almost effortlessly, and the breast he had been lazily rubbing became the next target of his mouth, while his other hand tweaked her moist nipple. Oh, how he wanted to sink his teeth into that lovely little bit of flesh. He loved how they squirmed when he bit them. But this one was in no position to be nibbled like that –yet. He’d have to train her. But first he’d fuck her. And enjoy it, as he hadn’t been able to enjoy the sins of the flesh when he’d had his reincarnated body. Nay, he’d been as anatomically neutral as a Ken doll. And he only knew this because he had the boy’s memories, and the boy knew what a Ken doll was. He’d never touched one. Stupid muggle toys…

It was a good thing his reincarnated body didn't need traditional sustenance, as it would have been difficult to pass urine without a penis. But there it was. Now he had a real, completely functioning body with which to work with. And although mortality was a weakness of this body, it wasn't too much of an obstacle. He would find a way to keep this body, and keep it alive.

His mouth left her lavished breast, and he began a downward path with his tongue, carefully licking and nipping a trail down her tummy. She squirmed, and gasped, and moaned a little, and even giggled when he put his tongue in her navel. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her Transfigured shorts, and he felt her tense up a bit.

“Lift up. I want to see all of you.” He ordered. Beginning to shiver again, she carefully shifted her hips up, allowing him to drag down the simple shorts, which were the only barrier between him and his prize.

And oh what a prize it was…

He moved back, pulling the shorts off all the way before tossing them who-knew-where and moving to intercept her legs before they could close together. He settled himself down on the soft red (blech) duvet and came face-to-face (per se) with her lovely snatch. Perfectly smooth from either shaving or using a depilatory charm, he found himself drawn to the oh-so-plump looking folds. He nudged her legs farther apart, and had he looked up he would have seen her face nearly catching flame with embarrassment of him being so close to her….lady-parts with such a hungry expression on his face.

He reached forward and ran his finger along the smooth seam of her pussy. She shivered beneath his touch, and he repeated the action. Soft, ghostly touches over the outer lips made her squirm. She could feel a persistent throbbing between her legs, and wondered at the sensation. She had never been turned on before, and she had never resorted to touching herself for pleasure. Sure, she’d heard of people doing it, but she had never seen any point.

“Please…” she heard herself whisper. He looked up, curiously, and gave a wicked grin. He continued those light, feathery touches for several minutes, before he was rewarded with what he was seeking: the beautiful, shimmering lubricant of an excited female was starting to peek between her lips. He used his thumbs to suddenly spread her pussy open for him, and she gasped at the sudden cool, open feeling. He could see her clenching at the exposure.

He wanted to taste her. He wanted to drink that sweet ambrosia, for it had been so long since he’d tasted a woman. But he knew if he put his tongue to that lovely moisture, he would tongue-fuck her raw. It had been a particular talent of his, his wicked tongue. He could charm with his voice and conquer with his mouth. And Dumbledore thought all of his charisma had been wasted on politics. Ha! At the height of his power, he’d been nearly swimming in warm, willing females. He literally had his choice of any pureblood.

But those days were gone. Right now he had to resort to buying one lucky little slut so he could remember what sex felt like.

And just like that, he pulled back from her, and stood from the bed. She blinked dazedly at him, before starting to sit up.

“Stay on your back. I’m only getting undressed.” He said firmly. She laid back down, and her hands came up to rest just above her breasts, making her the perfect picture of innocence. He made quick work of his clothes, and he saw her eyes widen when he was completely undressed. Yes, it would appear Potter wasn’t ill-endowed. He climbed back up the bed languidly, and crawled back on top of her. She felt the heavy organ touch her thigh, and she shivered. “Are you ready?” he asked. She looked at him with wide, terrified eyes, and her breathing quickened.

“I suppose.” She answered. He reached down and took hold of his throbbing member, and guided it to her moist, slippery opening. He leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss just as she started to whimper. He was just inside her now, and the hot wet feeling on the head of his cock was nearly enough to make him spew like a little fourth year. He kissed her actively while slowly sliding inside of her. She was relaxing slightly with his kiss, and the unfamiliar stretch of a nicely-sized dick inside of her wasn’t uncomfortable – yet. When he came to the resistance that was her virginity, he felt her seize up as if she’d been petrified.

He reached up and tweaked a nipple, all the while still keeping his lips locked with hers, nearly stealing her soul he was kissing her so well. He did not move for several minutes, and he felt her relaxing under him as he played with her breast and assaulted her mouth at the same time. She relaxed a margin more, and he thrust his hips forward suddenly, piercing her barrier and coming to a halt inside of her.

She screamed into his mouth, and she actually slapped at his arms a little, trying to push him off. He broke the kiss with her, and she let out pitiful, mewling sobs. He stayed completely still within her as she feebly fought him, until her sobs began to peter out somewhat.

“Has the sting faded?” he asked softly. She looked up at him with shimmering blue eyes, but nodded. He pulled back, and she gasped as the burn was reawakened, though it was not as blinding as it had been at first. He moved slowly at first, and the pain slowly faded into a warm tingling. Every time he pushed back into her she could feel the tingle travel to her toes.

He was starting to get a little faster now, and some basic instinct had her grab his forearms for support. She gasped as the head of his cock bounced against her cervix, and arched her back a little when he pulled his arms away from her in favor of grabbing her hands and holding them above her head. This brought his face very close to hers, and she couldn’t help but be drawn into the emerald depths of his eyes as he steadily gathered speed and strength.

“You are quite the find.” He muttered to her between thrusts. “Quite the treasure. I’m fortunate to have found you before you were ruined. This beautiful pussy belongs to me.” he accentuated this with a sharp thrust, and she gasped.

Her feet were stiff, and her toes had curled on their own. The warm heat that had traveled to her toes was now traveling back again. It was pooling in her belly, and she could feel….something…starting to take hold of her.

He’d been out of practice too long. He wasn’t going to last like this. Not with this warm, tight wet sheath squeezing him like a tight fist. He put his mouth right at her ear.

“You’re fighting. I can feel it, Bella. Let go. Just relax. Give yourself to me completely. You’ve got to let go. Let go.” He rumbled. Bella was strung tight, but she didn’t know how to go over the edge. So she listened to what Harry told her, and tried to stop tensing and fighting so much. “Come for me.” He ordered softly, and just like that, she did.

She fell over the edge into a blinding, world-shattering orgasm that stiffened every muscle she thought she had and that drew the most delightful keening moan from her lips.

“Fuck! So damned tight. Fuck! Oh damn it! Just a bit more…” he was cursing up a storm as he felt his balls draw up tight against him. She was too far gone with her own climax to notice, or her face might have caught fire from the filthy language spewing from his lips.

He came, stiffening up and coming with a shout. She whimpered at the feel of the hot cum inside of her, but she had no words as she came down from her own high, and sighed when Harry laid his forehead on the pillow next to her head. She felt absolutely drained. She was so tired that black bloomed on the edge of her sight. In only a few moments her breathing was soft and even, and Harry turned his head slightly to look at her. He stayed inside her for a few minutes longer, relishing to soft quivering of her post-orgasmic pussy.

He withdrew from her, not bothering to clean himself up. Truth be told, he’d always found a bit of perverse pleasure in getting himself and whatever conquest he’d been with absolutely and utterly sticky, wet, and hopefully filling his lover full of so much cum that it dripped back out onto the mattress. He liked to sleep in the essence they created together. He’d been told he was a sick little biscuit. So? He liked it. He pulled his unconscious servant close to him, unconsciously rubbing his now-flaccid, sticky cock against her hip as he himself drifted off to sleep.

Hogwarts would come in due time, but while he waited he would certainly keep himself balls-deep in this lovely woman.

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Hermione woke much earlier than her blonde counterpart, thanks to a persistent squirming occupant sitting on top of her bladder. She gently scooted off of the bed, and waddled quickly to the bathroom. She wasn’t really looking forward to actually buying a dress. Sure, it would be nice to have one, but she didn’t want to go through the actual act of getting one. Bother…

One she had finished her business, she waddled slowly back into the bedroom. She stopped at the edge of the bed and watched Lucius sleep for a bit, and could hardly believe he was soon going to be her husband. What a man. What a fine, handsome man. What a chest!

The sheets had shifted nearly down to his waist, and his well-defined torso was on display. She nearly growled when he shifted in his sleep, and his pectoral muscles jumped. Suddenly her body was having a different sort of craving. She wanted him inside of her. She wanted him to claim her quite thoroughly before she had to go off shopping with her mum.

She carefully climbed back onto the bed, making sure her bulk didn’t move him too much. She scooted as close as she dared, and reached up to push a strand of blonde hair from his face. He made the most adorable whuffling sound in his sleep, and leaned into her touch. As carefully as she could, she pulled the sheet down, revealing a glorious morning erection. She shivered greedily, and withdrew her hand from his face.

She stared at his erection hungrily for a few moments, before she reached out and brazenly grabbed the thick length. She came up on her knees right at his hipbone, and her other hand was drawn to the soft, heavy balls hanging so tantalizingly between his legs. He groaned in his sleep as her right hand began to move up and down his turgid member, using very little pressure as to not chafe the rather sensitive skin. Her left hand began to roll his balls between her fingers, pressing the tips gently into the soft flesh that encased them.

And rather suddenly she knew she was being watched. She’d awakened the great blonde beast, and he was staring at her quite sexily, his mesmerizing eyes catching the light of the morning sun and making them glow eerily.

“What are you doing?” he rumbled sleepily, watching as she pulled her right hand back and licked it thoroughly, before returning it to his cock.

“Baking a cake. Want some?” she returned evenly.

“Oh, cake is a bit sweet for me, but the occasional muffin is quite nice.”

“Yes, you do love your muffs.” Hermione said with a grin, before stealing his words by lowering her mouth to the head of his cock and giving a mighty suck. He nearly sat straight up from the force of his bowing spine.

“Salazar’s ghost!” he hissed. She looked at him from her perch, her lips still stretched around the plush head of his dick. Her mouth moved from the tip to nibble down the side of the throbbing shaft, before she reached forward and plucked a bit at the silvery blonde hair surrounding the base of his cock. He snarled, then, and did sit up, his large hands capturing her small ones and pulling them away from his manhood, which bobbed a bit and seemed to wave goodbye to her. She giggled.

“Was there any particular reason I’ve woken up to have to attached to my cock? I certainly don’t mind, dearling, but I must say the plucking of my short and curlies must stop.” He said softly. She looked up at him with liquid gold eyes.

“I was having another craving.” She answered simply. He tilted his head curiously.

“And what was that?”

“I was craving some cock, and you are the most pleasant supply around.” She answered.

“I’d best be the only supply around.” He growled.

“Of course. No one fucks me quite like you do.” She said with a grin. He raised an eyebrow.

“It’s good to know we’re together for all the right reasons.” He deadpanned. They stared at each other for a few silent moments, before Hermione’s eyebrows furrowed a little.

“So? Are you going to fuck me or not? I’m still craving a nice big sausage for breakfast.” She said conspiratorially , and winked at him. Why the little lynx! Oooh, if he could make her bend the right way he would have put her knees on the pillow behind her head and obliged her quite thoroughly. As it were, he would have to be a bit careful of their precious cargo.

“I suppose.” He said, taking on the air of one who had been asked to do a chore. Hermione raised an eyebrow, and was rewarded with a wicked grin. “Get off the bed.” He ordered firmly. Hermione, sensing his dominant side taking over, complied quickly, nearly bouncing with anticipation. Oooh, he could be a prick when he took that domineering attitude outside of the bedroom, but when they were between the sheets, it made her insides melt down her thighs.

He stood slowly, and picked his wand up off of the nightstand. With a whispered spell, he pointed his wand at a convenient blank space of wall, and the wall turned from panel and wainscoting to a solid silver mirror.

“Go face the mirror, and do be sure to take off that hideous rag.” He said, commenting on her voluminous sleeping down. She didn’t like to sleep in the buff, but she wore nothing underneath it, so it was a quick job to rid herself of the garment, and quickly comply with Lucius’ order. She could see her unruly hair sticking up at odd, twisted angles, and she could see her breasts, swollen with milk, were nearly twice the size they had been before she’d gotten pregnant. And of course, her swollen belly was the main ‘attraction’ of the front of her, protruding and prominent.

He came up behind her, and his face appeared in the mirror beside hers.

“What do you think? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to watch me fuck you? I thought it would be nice for you to see the way that pretty face contorts when I’m balls-deep inside you.” He murmured, and nuzzled her neck. She could feel his cock poking her in the back, and shivered as she wanted him to put that wicked organ to better use. She felt him grab her hands, and lift them up to press them against the mirror. Then he carefully shimmied her back a little, so that she was leaning forward against the mirror. She was face-to-face with herself, and she wasn’t sure she liked the view. Her face had filled out along with the rest of her, and she felt like such a cow it wasn’t funny. Lucius’ hands reached around her and gently closed over her sensitive breasts. She looked down at the reflection of his hands, watching as his fingers began to flick over her stiff nipples.

She groaned at the sensation, as it went straight to her clit, and began to push her backside against Lucius’ erection. One hand left her breast, and traveled over her belly, giving her a comforting rub there, before traveling lower, and finding her neatly trimmed pussy. His perfectly manicured fingers delved between the moist lips and found her clit, immediately beginning to rub and flick the sensitive nubbin of flesh unmercifully. After a few moments of that he began to thrust his fingers into her ready opening, marveling at the ample lubrication.

Hermione opened her legs as wide as she could while still keeping a tight reign on her balance.

“Oh, Lucius…that’s so good. You always know just how to touch me…” she mewled to him, and heard a soft growl at her ear. She looked up into the reflection of them, and at first her eyes were drawn to the sight of Lucius’ fingers jamming into her over and over. Then she was drawn to Lucius’ face reflected behind her. A look of unadulterated lust was across his features, and Hermione gasped when his glowing eyes darted up and met hers in the mirror.

Lucius pulled back his hand from her dripping entrance, and grabbed his pulsing member to put there instead. Penetration was a quick, easy affair due to the abundant moisture. Hermione groaned and pushed back against him, and gasped when he withdrew slowly, taking his time as he re-entered her.

His build-up was slow, and she was being strung tighter and tighter as he speared her repeatedly. His hands were in action again, reacquainting themselves with her breasts. He weighed the heavy globes of flesh in his palms, and then used his forefinger and thumb to catch both nipples at the same time, rolling the buds between the pads of his fingers gently.

Hermione was quaking with the wonderful, delicious feelings he so expertly produced. She was winding up tight, and if would just-

He changed the angle of penetration just a tad with a shift of his hips, and immediately was rewarded by Hermione’s scream of pleasure. She bathed his cock with juices, and scrabbled frantically at the mirror.

His balls pulled up tight against him, and he found his own release with a mighty bellow of pleasure, his body stiffening as he filled her with his essence. In the quivering after moments, when he could feel gravity start to drip their mingled fluids down his still-embedded cock and onto her thighs, he carefully withdrew, supporting her carefully should her legs give out. She looked up at him, her eyes lidded and full of satisfaction.

“Fantastic.” She said simply. He leaned down and kissed her gingerly, reaching up to gently smooth a few of her stray curls. She turned and snuggled into his chest, listening to the soft thump of his heart beat, before he idly tugged a ringlet. She tilted her face up, resting her chin on his chest so she could look up at him.

“Has your craving been taken care of?” he asked her, his mouth turning up in a smile.

“For the moment. But for now I think we should get ready for the day. I have a wedding dress to pick out, and you have to get your robes. You know, my father is quite excited to get to dress like wizards do. It’s kind of cute.” She said. His smile broadened.

“I’m sure your father and I will have an…..interesting time today. Be sure to get your mother a nice dress to wear as well. A dress is traditional for the mother of the bride.” He added as an afterthought. Hermione made a small noise of assent, and was quiet. After a few moments she pulled away from his warm embrace. He tilted his head at her, before a sly smile split his features. She grinned back at him, her nose wrinkling slightly.

“Shower?”

“Shower.”

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Oh, you dirty kids! I'm reather proud of both the length and the content of this chappie. I got two good smut interludes in. Next chap we have plot!

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