The End Is The Beginning Is The End

Lucius murmured a spell so that her arms were pinned above her head.

He could Imperius her, but that would defeat the purpose.

He wanted her to want him.  Asking for something like affection was so impossible that the idea itself provoked laughter.  No, he might want it but wanting and receiving were two very different things.

However, he could teach her to desire his body.  And maybe…maybe in the distant future he could entertain other ambitions.

But for now, he was satisfied with her wanting him.  His goal was to have her actively engage in fucking—to call it lovemaking would be a joke.

He didn’t want to look her in the eye. He was afraid that what he saw would make him lash out at her. Make him hate her all over again for hating him.

In many ways he was like a child throwing a tantrum because he was being denied a precious toy.  But that was the way things were.

He lightly traced the outline of her breasts beneath the thin nightgown, then allowed his fingers to hover over the nipples he could see poking through the thin material.

‘Should I touch them?’ he  murmured.

‘Leave me alone, please.’

He really was a selfish monster.  But at the moment sex mattered far more than her feelings.  It was too bad for her that she ever attracted the attention of one such as him.  But now there was truly no escape.

‘I think I will.’

He very delicately pinched the tips, and she inhaled sharply.  Gently he played with them, and listened as she did her best to stay calm.

‘Some women can cum just from nipple play.  I once made a woman cum from sucking them.  But something tells me you require even more attention.’

He continued to play with her left nipple while lowering his right hand down her breasts, lower, the back of his hand sliding gently along her belly. 

‘Don’t, please—‘

He slipped his hand between her thighs and found the slit between her thighs.  ‘I know this is where you are wanting me, yes?  You won’t admit it, but I know it.’

He lightly traced the slit, ‘should I lick you there?’

He slid a finger inside of her and pumped the digit in and out, so that the movement mirrored his hand on her breast, ‘Something tells me you won’t ask.’

He could feel her getting wet.  Of course she would. She was at least that much attuned to his touch.

‘One day, I think you will ask.  But I can be patient.  We have plenty of time Hermione.’

She was crying, and he wanted to tell her that he cared for her, that he loved her, that she had every right to be upset, but he would never do such a thing, because it was not part of who he was.  Worse, her tears seemed to trigger something in him.

Reminding him of all the awful things he had done for her, and reminding him of how much he hated himself, which made him angry, which he directed at her, ‘Stop it,’ he hissed, ‘stop crying.’

She shook her head miserably, and he pinched her clit, until she cried out in pain, ‘stop crying!’

‘I can’t!’ she sobbed

‘I can give you a reason to cry!’ he screamed, and for a minute she was quiet, biting her lower lip.

In a calmer voice, he continued, ‘so don’t cry.  I don’t want to hear it.’ 

Lucius settled between her thighs, losing all patience for this game, ‘I’m going to put my cock inside of you Hermione, ‘He stared at her mouth, and leaned down, kissing her.

She was frozen, still, and her hands were clutching the sheets.

She was open—days and weeks of constant fucking ensured that—and he slid into her with ease.

He heard a sharp intake of breath.  And smiled.

Slowly he moved out, and now he looked into her eyes.

‘Put your legs around my hips Hermione.’

She immediately obeyed.

‘I like the way it feels when you do that,’ He felt a shudder run down his spine, ‘Do you like the way it feels?’

He pulled his cock out to the tip and slowly pushed back in, and he could see the inner war in the way her face reacted—she was trying to hide how much she enjoyed it. 

It made his smile turn into a grin, ‘Later, you can be on top.’

He pushed in again, and she gasped sharply.

He felt her tremble, and he knew that she had a small orgasm.

‘Wrap your arms around me Hermione.’

She obeyed.  And he wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the way her nail dug into his skin.

He lifted her up of the mattress, and held her tightly, her breasts smashing against his chest as he began to pump in and out of her cunt furiously.

The room was silent now, save for her short, sharp breaths and the wet, slapping sound of his cock fucking her.

‘Hermione…’

She shuddered violently, and her pussy clenched his flesh tightly, and only then did he cum.

Afterwards, she went limp. He glanced at her face, and he saw she was crying.

Lucius didn’t speak to her.  He didn’t want to trigger another fight.  He instead lay down beside her and pulled her body against him.  She tried to fight this at first, which was so fucking stupid because he was stronger than her, she knew that.

She eventually gave up, and he held her tightly. 

I love you, he thought, but didn’t dare speak out loud, because there was no way she would ever believe him. 

And he did not fault her in the least for that.