Sugar Quills

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this tale, and receive no proceeds from it. All borrowed courtesy of Ms. J.K. Rowling.


Lucius leaned back in his chair, reeling from shock. He was in his study, behind his desk catching up on correspondence. It was here that his wife had found him to convey her good news. Narcissa had just informed him that she was leaving him. After he had withstood her coldness, both in and out of the bed, she had the nerve to accuse him of being aloof and unbending. Part of him sagged in relief, yet his pride reared its ugly head and spoke.

“Surely, you jest Narcissa. We have been together nigh twenty years. It has taken you almost twenty years to discover that you hate me?” Lucius’s moderate voice rose to a bellow. He stood, eyeing the well-coifed blonde with distaste.

“Lucius, there is no need to carry on in such an unseemly manner. I never said I hated you. I couldn’t. It would imply a sense of emotional involvement. We both know that between us, there has never been any sort of emotion, other than a faint sense of revulsion.” Narcissa spoke calmly, her placid countenance unperturbed by Lucius’ outbreak.

“Now,” she continued, “I have spoken to father. He says that you may keep the majority of my dowry, but that Blackrose Keep should be retained for my use. I’m sure you have no need for it, Lucius, so I don’t see that as a problem. As Draco is an adult, we needn’t discuss custody. However, I would like to see him every other holiday. Please don’t discourage Draco from visiting me. I would enjoy seeing him every now and then. Oh, yes, I’d almost forgotten. I’m taking my house elves with me. Luckily they’ve trained yours well enough that you shouldn’t be too discomforted. I’m sure Gyrth and Sloven will do admirably.”

Lucius almost sat down again. This was the longest speech he had ever heard from Narcissa’s mouth. She was leaving him. He would be the laughing stock of the wizarding community. He knew many of her friends had urged her to do this the first time the Ministry had tried to convict him of involvement with Voldemort. However, Narcissa had done her wifely duty and stood by him. He supposed the end of her ‘wifely duty’ simply coincided with Draco’s attainment of his majority.

“Fine. When do you leave?” Lucius needed to know how much time he had to put the right spin on this surprising turn of events.

“Tonight. I’ll come back for the remainder of my possessions this weekend. Could you arrange to be absent from the manor?” Narcissa began to gather her cloak, as if fleeing from Lucius’s presence.

‘Women,’ thought Lucius, ‘fickle, thoughtless creatures. Can’t trust one in the whole fucking lot! Leave! It won’t be much different without you. Bitch!’ Lucius ignored Narcissa’s farewell and returned to his desk.
Soon his mind wandered to the witch that had occupied his thoughts most days. Hermione. His lips twisted into a bitter smile. He wondered how she was doing at university, and if she had found someone yet to replace him in her bed. It had been five months since he last saw her. Though he felt it was beneath him to spy on her, the urge to just see her had grown over the past weeks.

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Hermione sat on her narrow bed in her miniscule room. After having a private room last year as Head Girl, Hermione knew she would not be able to again share a dorm room with a gaggle of noisy females. Instead she found a bed-sit in a village near to Magical University, Cambridge. Tiny, yes, but all hers.

She was doing very well in school. She had made a few friends, but didn’t hang out much. She felt ancient compared to her fellow students. Certainly, most of them were serious about studying, but they seemed so preoccupied with sex and pairing up. Hermione couldn’t understand how they got any work done. Especially with exam time upon them, Hermione hoped that perhaps her friends would calm down a bit. They were wreaking havoc with her carefully preserved façade of complete control and indifference. Continuously, they attempted to fix her up with some completely unappealing specimen. Then again, after Lucius, most men seemed to lack something. She spent too much time dwelling on him and his sexual prowess.

Sometimes part of her wondered what would have happened if she had accepted his offer. She certainly wouldn’t be sitting in this horrendous place. Hermione knew that Lucius was used to the best of everything, and this hole in the wall certainly did not qualify.

Looking around at her dingy surroundings, Hermione imagined the beautiful beaches of the Riviera. She closed her eyes and allowed her imagination to wander. She was holding Lucius’ hand and they were out for a sunset stroll. Stopping to see the brilliant colors wash across the sky, Lucius held her close to his body. Soon he turned her towards him and they kissed. ‘Whoa!’ Hermione knew she had to put her brain on lock, or it would run away into areas that were much too arousing.

Hermione felt her nipples push against her bra and t-shirt. Oh boy, she would have to take care of this now. She knew from experience that if she did not satisfy herself, she would only obsess and continue to fantasize until she did. Opening a drawer and rooting around to the farthest part, she pulled out her special toy. After leaving Lucius, she’d been forced to find something to sate her carnal urges. The result was eight inches of sweet, sweet glory. And that\'s what she called it – Glory.

Hermione put on some sensual music and lit several scented candles. She took a long leisurely bath and dressed up in a silken negligee. Standing in front a long oval mirror, she began to dance to the music. She stripped herself slowly, enjoying the feel of the material against her skin. When the straps fell, she pushed her breasts up with her hands. Contorting her neck she licked her nipples, watching them pebble. She touched herself everywhere, all the while imagining Lucius as her lover.
Finally, she lay down and touched her labia gently, purposely avoiding her clitoris. She spoke out loud words that she knew would have driven Lucius out of his mind. Her voice was sexual poetry. Soon she grasped Glory and slowly pushed the head of it inside her. Drawing her sex tool from her, she gasped in delight. It never ceased to amaze her how good it felt. Though it was not Lucius, it at least got the job done. Soon she was pumping Glory in and out quickly. She felt her release approaching, and then it began to ebb.

Hermione groaned in frustration. This had been happening lately. It seemed that she need some type of external stimulation, other than her own hands and vivid daydreams. She pulled Glory out and laid it next to her. She would have to start again. Pinching her nipples, she attempted to regain her previous arousal.

“Looks like you could use some help.”

At this pronouncement, Hermione’s hands stilled. Her entire body froze at the sound of that voice. She shut her eyes and made a desperate plea to the heavens.

‘Oh, no,’ she thought, ‘please, don’t let it be him. I could never live down the humiliation of this. No, no, no, NOOOO!’ She reluctantly opened her eyes, and there he was in the flesh. Lucius. Her angel, her demon.

Hermione rapidly made to leave the bed. Lucius swept her close to him, his arms tight around her waist. He opened his legs and brought her into contact with his body. Assaulted by his familiar and enticing scent, Hermione instinctively snuggled deeper into his embrace.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, Hermione attempted to gain space between them. It was to no avail. He wouldn’t budge. His hands cupped her bottom and drew her to him. She felt his erection press against her.

“How did you get in here?” Hermione felt herself becoming pissed, despite Lucius’ pull on her senses. “My doors and fireplaces are charmed. How did you find me?”

“Love, by now you should know that money makes all things possible.” Lucius smirked down at her. “Now, I have a treat for you. Open my cloak.”

Hermione nearly rolled her eyes at this demand. So typically Lucius. Expecting both compliance and satisfaction at once. Ruefully smiling inside, Hermione opened his cloak to find a completely nude Lucius underneath. As fast as she could she unfastened his cloak and discarded it on the floor.

Stepping back Hermione admired Lucius physique. He was tall, but his muscles weren’t bulky, but long and compact. His thighs were sleekly muscled from playing Quidditch at home with Draco. Draco had once boasted that his father was a phenomenal Quidditch player. If judging by his thighs then yes indeed Mr. Malfoy was a Quidditch genius. Hermione’s perusal ended at his long elegant feet. Her eyes swept up and landed on his penis. Wonderful, saluting already. She wondered how long he had been watching her.

Soon she held him in her palm, stroking him firmly. Hermione let her lips land on Lucius’ collarbone and kissed him all the way to his twitching member. She didn’t feel like playing with him now. What she wanted was all this tension in her eased and on her terms.

“Lucius, I’ve been such a naughty girl,” she whispered huskily, lowering her gaze in mock shyness. “I’m so ashamed of my behavior. How can I atone for my transgressions?” Hermione raised eyes brimming with tears, one coursed a path down her cheek.

Lucius trailed an index finger after it. Catching on he replied sternly, “Of course you shall be punished. I think a good spanking is in order. Don’t you? It is, after all, what you deserve.”

Hermione nodded mutely.

Lifting Hermione up, Lucius sat on the bed and placed her face down over his lap. Her sweet bum, creamy and firm greeted him. Lucius ran a hand across it, briefly allowing certain memories to surface. Pushing them back into their box, he turned to the task at hand. Punishing Hermione Granger.

“Well, Miss Granger, do you have anything to say regarding you lascivious behavior?” Lucius used his ‘professor’ voice, knowing it would titillate her.

“I’m sorry, Professor. I didn’t know anyone was watching, sir,” she replied.

“It doesn’t matter. Perhaps, after your punishment, I’ll endeavor to give you some etiquette lessons.” Lucius squeezed the cheeks of her bottom as he spoke. Without warning his hand rose and fell upon her with a sharp slap. Hermione jumped. Realizing that she might attempt to escape, Lucius placed his leg on the outside of hers to hold her better. His hand rubbed where he slapped.

“Now, repeat after me. ‘Mudbloods mustn’t use dildoes.’” At this, Hermione paused, unsure of how much was the game, and how much was real.

Sensing the source of her hesitation, Lucius said in a teasing tone, “Unable to play along, Granger. We can stop if you like.”

“I’m sorry, professor. Mudbloods mustn’t use dildoes.” Hermione felt her response punctuated by a series of painful slaps. Each time Lucius’ hand struck her bottom, she felt her wetness grow. Every suggestive thing he whispered, she repeated. Soon she was beyond speech, and tried to grind herself against his leg, eager for any kind of appeasement.

Tiring of this foreplay, Lucius removed Hermione and lay her on her back. Before she could reach for Lucius, there he was pounding forcefully into her. Leaning down, he bit down into her neck as he fucked her. She whimpered as her battered backside felt every stroke. He wanted to punish her for leaving him. He felt his cock swell within her. Lucius flipped her smoothly onto her belly and pushed her head down into the pillows. Pulling her hips high, he rammed himself into her welcoming warmth. Fire licked at his nether regions. He fucked her harder.

“Merlin, you’re wet. Are you wet for me, love? Do you love it when I fuck you?” Lucius growled these words above her. “Do love how I feel inside your sweet cunt?” He slapped her reddened bottom.

She groaned heavily. “Yes, Lucius. Only for you. Oh, please, don’t stop,” begged Hermione.

“Don’t stop what…what, Hermione?” Lucius demanded. Another slap resounded, and he felt her grow wetter.

“Lucius please don’t stop. I love what you’re doing,” she gasped. “You feel so good. I’ve missed you so much.” The last statement fell unknowingly from Hermione’s lips.

“What have you missed? Damn you! Answer me!” Lucius slowed his movements.

“NO! Please don’t stop. Please Lucius don’t stop. I need you,” wailed Hermione. “Just a bit more.”

“A bit more what? What!” Lucius thrust into her deeply and stilled. His hands caressed her bottom gently, soothing the abused cheeks.

“Lucius, please. More of you. I need you…Oh God, I’ve missed you inside of me. I’ve missed the taste of you, the smell of you, the feel of you fucking me. I can’t sleep for thinking of you. You’re everywhere with me. I’m going mad. Please, Lucius don’t stop now.”

Hermione no longer cared about maintaining her distance. She was greedy now and wanted it all. “Did you miss me Lucius?” She threw over her shoulder. “Did you miss feeling me come around your huge cock? Did you miss the taste of me, the smell of me…on you?”

“Yessss...” he hissed, “I did.” With that rejoinder he moved his hips lithely, and soon had her crying out his name with every thrust.

Hermione fell forward, unable to support herself. Her clingy walls clenched his cock tight within her, milking him. He held her spasming body tight to his. Falling to the side he brought her with him, his hands a possessive band around her. He nuzzled his nose into her neck, and wrapped his arms around. Pulling the covers over their rapidly cooling bodies, Lucius fell into the most peaceful rest he’d had in months.

Hermione lay awake a bit, longer. She realised that becoming involved with a married man was folly. But she had to find out where this thing would Lucius would lead…even if it were to heartache.