Lucius Malfoy's Second Wife - COMPLETE

The character of Lucius Malfoy belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing him for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.

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Chapter Seven – Wedding Night


Lucius turned to Olivia and wrapped his other arm around her, enclosing her in his arms. It was not terribly late, but Lucius had plans for the evening that didn’t include idle conversation. He was starting to burn again at her nearness. This time he didn’t need to move away. He wanted her more every minute until he was worried that he couldn’t be gentle enough for a virgin’s first time.


Olivia looked up at her new husband and said, “Shall we go upstairs, Lucius?” Her empathic sense was starting to overload on his lustful feelings, which she fully reciprocated. But fear of the unknown was affecting her also. This was a major life change for her, accepting Lucius Malfoy not only as her husband but also as her lover.


Lucius apparated them into her apartments. He headed into her bedroom and opened a panel in the wall that she hadn’t seen before. “This is the door into my bedroom. I gave you the mistress’ bedroom. I’ll come back to you in half an hour.” Lucius disappeared through the panel door.


Olivia frowned. She wasn’t sure exactly what wasn’t right, but as she looked around her bedroom she realized that she wanted to be with him in his room for the first time, not in a basically unused bedroom with no ownership. Or, she grimaced, in his first wife’s bedroom. She wanted a good memory of being with him, not a previous tenant.


She went through a shower in record time, and she dried her curls with a quick spell. She had one nightgown that had seen better days but it was her choice. Her new couturier lingerie didn’t appeal to her for her first time. She wanted the familiar. The little nightgown had a bit of ribbon for straps, buttons down the front, and ended near her knees in a tiny ruffle of white eyelet lace. I suppose I won’t be wearing it for long, anyway, she consoled herself against Lucius’ possible disappointment.


Lucius appeared in her panel doorway wearing a long quilted brocade robe in a deep maroon with black lapels. His silver blonde hair was loose around his shoulders. Olivia couldn’t stop staring at him. I’m scared, she thought, but oh, how I want him. He’s making me crazy. Olivia quickly decided to ask for what she wanted.


Lucius slowly advanced into her bedroom, but halted when she spoke, “Lucius, I want our wedding night to be spent in your bedroom, not this one. I want to belong to you in your surroundings, not your ex-wife’s.”


Lucius was already well past caring where he made love to her. He simply turned around and gestured for her to precede him into his room. The minute she passed his threshold he pulled her into his arms and started scorching her with drugging kisses that wandered over her face, neck and shoulders. He bit her, then licked the small hurt at the join of her neck and shoulder, while running his hand underneath the hem and up the back of her nightgown to her unprotected derriere. His other hand ran through the honey curls he had been fantasizing about for two days. Lucius was at the end of his tether already. Swiftly he lifted her and carried her to his great bed, turned down the covers, and laid her down on the grey satin sheets.


Olivia didn’t know where to look. She was embarrassed but she wanted to see everything. She watched as Lucius peeled off his robe. “Ohhh,” she sucked in her breath. This husband of hers was glorious. She wanted to touch that broad, sculpted chest and narrow waist. She wanted to flex her fingers into his biceps and those firmly muscled shoulders. She wanted to follow the line of hair that trailed from his navel to his enormous erection. “Ohhh,” she sucked in her breath again, this time with apprehension. She knew where that went and suddenly her desire faded.


Lucius wasn’t having any of that. Her thoughts had been clear to see. “Too late, my lady. You’ll learn soon enough that it’s not impossible. Perhaps a bit painful the first time, but that can’t be helped, I’m afraid.” Lucius’ voice had deepened to a dark tone, “You’ll accommodate me and I’ll show you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.” Lucius slid into the bed beside her and pulled her against him. His desire started to overwhelm her empathic senses again and she reacted to his feelings, now at a fever pitch.


He leaned over her with his upper body, but was careful not to let the rest of him touch her yet. He set about kissing her again, one hand grabbing her hair to anchor her as he delved into her mouth with his tongue. His domination of her senses escalated as he began rubbing his other hand over her breasts, first squeezing, then lightly pinching her nipples, then rolling them in his fingers. She lost any concentration and started drowning in both his and her own physical sensations. For her the effect was electric. Lucius only distantly registered his own unusually heightened sensations. He was focused on his wife’s body to the exclusion of all else.


Was that her moaning? She didn’t know. All she wanted now was to touch all of him as soon as possible. She slid her hands around his shoulders trying to pull his body onto hers. She wanted to feel his weight on top of her – now. He resisted her attempts to get closer, so she blindly felt around and unfortunately grabbed and pulled at something else. Now the effect for him was electric.


“Gahhh!” he yelled, roughly removing her hand from his sensitive member. He panted with his distress, “Give me a moment, Olivia,” his breathing was still erratic, “Just a moment, please.” Through the haze of pain he slowly regained his thought processes, and after a few moments his occasional, whimsical sense of humor emerged, Great Merlin, virgins are perilous to life and limb, well, limb anyway.


Lucius’ breathing finally eased somewhat and he turned to his wife to see that she was crying. Olivia had felt his pain, but he didn’t know it. But she was also frightened and remorseful. “I am so sorry, Lucius. I didn’t know…”


Perhaps if he concentrated on his groin, the pain would heal faster. He had had a bit of success before in healing Draco’s childhood injuries. “Is this like the incident with the riband you commandeered from my hair?” Lucius attempted a small jest as his abused body began to feel better. “Will I have to be on guard every time we make love?”


Olivia wiped her tears on the sheet, “Are you angry with me?” She felt a little anger from him but it didn’t seem to be directed with any force at her.


Lucius sighed, “No, Olivia. In fact, in a few seconds I’d like to try again, but let me do the work tonight. Please?”


Olivia smiled tremulously over at him and nodded her agreement.


Lucius said, “While I’m recovering, take off your nightgown. It isn’t needed and I want full access, just as you have full access to me,” he joked ruefully.


Olivia hastened to obey, and then she shyly slid completely under the covers and waited like a martyr, staring up at the ceiling.


Lucius sighed to himself, It‘s going to be a long night, but he turned to her and gently started kissing her again. This time he smoothed his hand down past her breasts to her stomach and began to rub it in a circular motion until she relaxed into the rhythm. Strange, he thought, he could almost feel her relaxing into his touch. He was now more in control of his actions, and proceeded slowly to run his hand down the side of her hip to her knee, and then back up again. Over and over and over. Her legs relaxed their rigid posture and his hand meandered to the top of her thigh, then the inside. She tensed again, but he wouldn’t remove his hand. She finally eased and he slipped his fingers into her folds.


Olivia gasped both at the foreign sensation and at his reaction at touching her. She was hypnotized by his surge of excitement. That fueled her own reaction and she involuntarily started lifting her hips against his wickedly talented fingers.


Lucius slid his fingers up and down her folds wetting her with her own juices, then he concentrated on her clit, circling it with his thumb. She started making little mewling sounds unconsciously encouraging him, so he slid a finger into her, then two. She nearly came up off the bed at the intrusion of his fingers. Now it was she who was panting, but with pleasure just as he had promised her. She started blindly grabbing at him again to settle over her.


Lucius had learned his lesson. This time he obliged her and placed his body over hers, coming down completely on her with his weight, but using his elbows to keep from crushing her too much.


Olivia immediately quit trying to pull him onto her and started to drag her fingernails down his back, then dig them into his buttocks. “Lucius, I want… I want…,” she couldn’t complete her sentence.


Lucius and Olivia’s empathic reactions were feeding off each other, goading Lucius into needing completion even if Olivia wasn’t quite ready. He nudged himself into position and started pushing into her. She was relaxed enough but somewhat small for his size. He tried to enter her at a slow pace, but his efforts were in vain; her fingernails in his buttocks had done him in. Lucius thrust powerfully forward, breaking her maidenhead and seating himself deeply. He couldn’t stop. He thrust forward again making her take his entire length.


Olivia screamed with the double dose of her pain and his passion. He went still for a few seconds to allow her to recover from his invasion. Almost immediately, her pain subsided and she realized dimly that he was subconsciously wishing her to not hurt, healing the stretching of her body.


Lucius pushed his hands into her hair and held her head on both sides. He looked into her half-closed eyes, “Livvy, look at me. I want you to watch me possess you.” Lucius slowly pulled out, and then powerfully thrust in again. He stared into her eyes and established a deliberate rhythm. He was nearly incoherent himself, but he tried to stay focused on those lovely violet eyes. They both breathed with the rhythm of his thrusts, climbing inexorably toward release.


Lucius knew they were both on the edge, but she was a beginner and she held back from losing control. He forcefully increased his pace. He was almost gone but he wanted her to go over first, so he suddenly reached down and pinched her nipple. The sudden sting scattered her concentration, knocking her over the precipice. The contraction of her inner muscles sent him spinning out of control and he went over with her.


Lucius came back to himself a few seconds? minutes? later. He’d never blacked out like that before. Looking down at her, he saw she was still out. They had both died the ‘little death’ from their climaxes. Lucius thought, in a rare moment of peace, if that is always what happens when I make love to Olivia, she’s going to become well acquainted with my bedroom ceiling. He lifted away from her and lay down beside her. He didn’t want to damage her with his greater weight.


Olivia slowly revived and turned to look at her husband with dazed happiness.


“I guess it’s true about the ‘good things coming in small packages’ adage,” Lucius said languidly, acknowledging her petite size.


Olivia grinned at him tiredly, “What small package? There aren’t any in this bed,” she replied, stroking his spent cock. Lucius was a little gun shy now, but he let her touch him.


Olivia belatedly realized that Lucius had called her Livvy while in the throes of passion. A definite breakthrough, she thought, hugging the small victory to herself. When he wasn’t holding himself emotionally away from her, he’d used her pet name. She didn’t kid herself Lucius cared about her yet, but it was progress of a sort.


Lucius offered another small joke, “Well, the adage was right about something ‘coming’ anyway.” He pulled Olivia against him and promptly fell asleep.


“British or American, I suppose men are the same everywhere,” she murmured to herself watching and feeling his exhaustion as Lucius went deeper into sleep. “At least now I have direct experience to draw on.” Olivia smoothed his hair and marveled again at his male beauty, then fell asleep herself, dragged down by her empathic response to Lucius’ slumber. Her gift allowed her to choose when to dissociate empathically from anyone or everyone else, keeping her sane. But she couldn’t ever completely detach her emotions from Lucius, her bondmate. It didn’t work that way.