A New Order of Wizards - COMPLETE

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Chapter Seven – The Morning After


Lucius eased himself up just a bit and looked down on his sleeping wife. She was deeply asleep and he didn’t want to disturb her, but he had a morning erection that was being smashed by her pelvic bone, and he needed to relieve the pressure. He also wanted to visit the loo. He tried to gently move her off him, but when her skin hit the satin sheet the cool fabric woke her up.


Hermione looked up into pale gray eyes that were staring back at her. She slowly realized where she was and panicked. “Oh! I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I’ll leave right now.” Hermione made a move to get up, but Lucius stopped her.


“I’m not throwing you out, Hermione. I just needed to rearrange you off my…well, off me. You may stay here if you wish to go back to sleep.” Lucius had an ulterior motive – he was hoping the little Mudblood would stay and not go back to sleep.


Hermione looked at Lucius and started to smile, then she laughed softly. “Oh, Lucius, your hair. It’s all tangled. You look…”


Lucius immediately bridled, “Perhaps you can leave after all. If we are discussing hair…”


“Don’t, Lucius. Just… just don’t! Please? I was only going to say you look adorable with your hair mussed and your morning whiskers. Don’t ruin this, please. I know you could make a million jokes about my hair, but please…I wasn’t going to say anything mean to you. I wasn’t.” Hermione had enjoyed her time in bed and wanted to experience more of it. She was willing to soothe lousy Lucius’ feelings if it meant more sex.


Lucius looked at her suspiciously, but decided to offer an olive branch. “If you care, I can give you a spell to tame your curls, but they look okay the way they are. You might not like having stick straight hair like mine.” Lucius got up and walked away from her toward his bathroom. “Let me know.” He closed the bathroom door on her astonished face. He looked into the bathroom mirror at his undeniably tangled hair, examining it from all sides. Adorable? Hardly - but he did accept that she hadn’t made fun of him. Nevertheless, after visiting the loo, he ran a spell on his hair and shaved before he re-entered the bedroom.


When Lucius came strolling back to the bedroom naked, Hermione averted her eyes in embarrassment and asked, “May I use your bathroom, Lucius?”


“If you wish, of course,” Lucius replied absently. He had other things on his mind, most importantly when they could repeat last night’s episode. He was hesitant about broaching the subject this soon, as he still didn’t quite trust her motives completely. He decided that if she was serious, she would bring up the topic herself. Then Lucius worried that she would be less interested than he in repeating their trysts more often than the prescribed weekly allotment. The edict required at least once a week. It was silent on how much more often the participants could indulge. After covertly watching Hermione’s nude little body disappear into the bathroom, Lucius got back under the bedclothes and waited to see what Hermione would do. Would she run away or would she climb back into bed with him? While he waited, he tidied her yellow nightdress into a drawer with a flick of his wrist.


Hermione was dithering in the bathroom, having the same thoughts as Lucius. Should she leave now? Did he expect her to go away? He said she could stay. But for what? Was he going to want sex again? Did she want sex again so soon? What would he think of her if she showed her interest? Well, she sighed, she wasn’t going to learn anything about their new relationship by hiding in the bathroom.


Hermione shyly opened the bathroom door and peered around the edge to see Lucius sitting in bed, looking at one of the papers he’d been reading the night before. The best she could see, he was still as naked as she was. She looked across at the bed, but didn’t see her nightie. Only her robe on the floor. She thought it would be unfair to put on her robe when she could see his robe was placed around a post at the foot of the bed. Inhaling a scared breath, Hermione sauntered into the bedroom as nonchalantly as she could, and slid back under the covers next to Lucius, pulling the sheet up to her chin.


Lucius immediately put down the paper and looked over at his wife. His smile was remote, but not nasty. He crossed his arms, relaxed back against the headboard, and said, “I think we need to discuss where we go from here, don’t you?”


Hermione was sitting next to her husband and they were both absolutely naked, naked, naked. She was having trouble moving her mind beyond that extremely interesting fact. She tried to concentrate on what he was saying, truly she did, but she got so distracted by his sculpted biceps she could only stutter a vague answer. She looked away, trying to appear blasé, but then try as she would, her eyes kept straying down to the point where his washboard abs disappeared under the sheets. She wanted to pull the bedclothes down off him so badly she thought she would die on the spot if she couldn’t see him in daylight. All of him. She was so embarrassed she was blushing bright red, but she was so very, very curious.


Lucius was belatedly figuring out he didn’t have her attention. Or rather he did have her attention, but it was on the tent starting to form on his lap. Was she interested in his cock? He remembered she hadn’t seen him too well the night before and he smiled to himself, seeing an opportunity. Lucius decided to put an end to her embarrassed suspense and just kicked the covers off both himself and a goggle-eyed Hermione. “Would you like to touch me again?” Lucius leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Feel free. I have no objections. See what you can do with your hands. Make me moan, Hermione. You can, you know.”


Hermione was looking avidly at her first penis. In broad daylight. It was so…so… fascinating, so amazing. So different from her own body. She gulped. How surprising; it wasn’t the same color as the rest of his skin. It was turning a dark reddish purple as it grew. She hadn’t been able to see color at all last night. So this was what had been pushed into her for the last year. She reached out and almost put her hand around him, but looked back at Lucius to be sure it was okay. He just nodded once and relaxed back into the pillows. She could make him moan? Lucius? Mr. Death Eater Dark Wizard Malfoy? Moaning because of her hand on his privates? Yes, Hermione decided, she’d like that very much.


Hermione settled herself cross-legged at Lucius’s side and contemplated what she wanted to do. She’d done quite a bit in the dark last night, especially with her mouth, so the fear factor was quite a bit lessened, while the fascination factor was sky high. She aimed a smile at Lucius but never really took her eyes off his swelling member. Wow! It was getting even larger. How big could it get? She was only looking at it; if she actually touched it, it might get even bigger. Hermione wanted to experiment since she had Lucius’ approval.


Lucius waited patiently while his wife decided how to proceed. The anticipation was almost as much fun as the touching. He looked more closely at her while she was engrossed elsewhere, noticing her wild curls and long eyelashes, her blush-rose tinted skin, and her pretty, slim fingers - items he’d never really seen before. He watched while she ran one finger down his length, eliciting an involuntary jerk from his cock. He smiled to see her jump back in surprise, then look at him.


“Did I hurt you?” she asked fearfully.


“Not at all. That’s a normal reaction which you’ll probably be seeing a lot of, and feeling it too, if you would ever actually hold me in your hands. Would you like me to help? I could put your hands around me the way I like it and you can take it from there.” Lucius was getting even more aroused at the suspense she was unknowingly putting him through. “Do you remember what I taught you last night? Try it with your hands instead of your tongue this time. I guarantee I’ll be pleased.”


Hermione took heart and put her hand around him and she was shown how to stroke his length. “Like this? Am I doing it okay? Should I squeeze harder or softer?” Hermione was really getting into giving her husband her first hand job. “This is great fun, Lucius. I can tell you like it, your eyes are closing and you’re clenching your teeth. It’s making me excited, too. How odd.”


“Less talk and more touch,” Lucius gritted out between more and more tortured breaths. He smoothed his hand down her back onto her buttocks and chose one side to squeeze. He was deep into his own sex haze now, but had enough brain cells left to consider how she was going to take a sudden ejaculation spewing onto her. He decided to end her ministrations by telling her, “I want you now, Hermione. I want to be inside you. Take your hands away so I can mount you.”


Hermione complained, “I haven’t made you moan yet, Lucius. I want to hear at least one before I quit.”


“Oh Gods, Hermione,” Lucius growled, “let me inside and I’ll moan all you want. I won’t hold back a single sound.” Lucius realized she was right, he had been holding back any sounds while she was fondling him. He didn’t want to give much of himself over to her. But he had implied he would moan for her. Telling lies in bed didn’t promote good sex. And he wanted good sex from now on, even if it was with her. She was his only option, and right now that option was feeling pretty intense. How could he have denied himself this for an entire year?


“I must say I’m disappointed, Lucius. Please, just one moan for me, then you can do whatever you want. Okay?” Hermione continued her rhythm of grasping his turgid cock and measuring its length up and down. She did it a little faster to see if she could make him give her what she wanted.


Lucius’ eyes glazed over with the accelerated movement and he involuntarily let out a loud groan of enjoyment. He was instantly embarrassed and opened his eyes to see if she had noticed. Of course she had. She was grinning at him. He scowled back at her.


“Now, Lucius, what was it you wanted to do?” Hermione cocked her head coyly at him.


Lucius didn’t need a second invitation. He reared up, pushed her quickly onto her back and spread her legs apart in one graceful movement. He settled between her legs and with no more ado thrust into her warm, wet depths. Then he did as he promised. He moaned all she wanted as he sent his cock into her over and over, increasing his pace with each thrust, and telling her in low, guttural tones how good it felt fucking her. He wasn’t sure she could hear him, though, over her own loud moans of appreciation. He was on fire, and knew he wasn’t going to last long with all the foreplay. It had been a year after all, and he was terribly out of practice. He wanted to make her come before him, so he inserted his hand between them and sought out her seat of pleasure, strumming it relentlessly. Hermione gave a high-pitched scream and fell into oblivion, pulling a wildly aroused Lucius after her.


Lucius collapsed onto his wife and lay there completely winded. Hermione was pressed into the mattress by his weight but it felt good to her. She was breathing like a bellows too. After a few moments, Lucius slid off to Hermione’s side, pulled the covers up over them both and wrapped his arm around her waist, falling asleep within seconds. Hermione snuggled into her husband’s embrace, smiling with the errant thought that his hair was mussed again, and then she went under too.


When Lucius woke up, Hermione had gone. They didn’t meet again until dinner that night in the formal dining room.
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