Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 7 ~ Luscious Lucius Continued

Hermione reached up to grasp Lucius’ cock and the wizard slapped her hands away, his lips curling sardonically.

“I didn’t say you could touch it, witch,” he seethed down at her, tightening his hold on her hair, gripping his cock at the base and slapping the witch in the face with his engorged organ several times.

The wizard’s heavy tool stung as he alternated the light blows from one side of Hermione’s face to the other.

“Now, put your hands behind your back and keep them there,” Lucius ordered her, his gray eyes glinting with pleasure as she did so. Nice and submissive. Yes.

Hermione obediently did as the wizard directed wondering why this turned her on so much. She was practically dripping, her thighs slippery as Lucius pulled her head forward inserted his organ between her lips slowly, leaning his head back as her soft, hot mouth engulfed him. He pushed until the head of his cock hit the back of Hermione’s throat, then he held himself still and looked down at her. The petite witch’s mouth was stretched rather wide around his girth. Lucius liked that.

“I like to be sucked, not just bobbed on,” he breathed, pulling back as Hermione applied suction.

Gods, she wanted to wrap her hot little hand around his cock...him making her wait was enough to make her crazy. Lucius groaned as her mouth tightened around him, pulling the soft skin of his shaft forward. He pulled her head forward again, then slowly withdrew, the witch’s lips dragging over him deliciously. Hermione swirled her tongue around his head, tasting the wizard’s slightly bitter pre-cum. Her core burning, she brought one hand around to relieve her ache, only to have her head twisted roughly.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” Lucius snarled, pulling his cock out of her mouth and beating the witch around the face and neck with it before shoving it back in hard and gagging her, biting his lip as he watched her choke. “Anything you want to do, you have to ask me.”

The pureblood wrenched her head around again and began to pump into her mouth faster, both hands locked in the witch’s hair now, bending his knees slightly, his hair falling forward to his chest as he watched Hermione suck his cock greedily.

“You are a wanton little wench, aren’t you?” Lucius breathed at her. “I know what you saw at my manor, and I know what you want from me. The same treatment.”

Hermione gasped around Lucius’ cock as she orgasmed, shuddering strongly and falling back on her hands. The wizard wrenched her back up to his cock, pulling her forward.

“Suck me!” he demanded, inserting his tool back in Hermione’s mouth. “And get those hands back behind you before you displease me more.”

Hermione did her best as the delicious melting poured from her. She was a bit like a rag doll as Lucius dragged her over him, pumping faster now, his nostrils flared as he smelled her release. Gods, he’d love to get the witch in his dungeons and clamped down. In his opinion, Hermione was ripe for a little sadism...but the wizard was wrong. True, she was getting off on his treatment, but it was not treatment the witch would want constantly. Hermione had her own needs and wasn’t above taking control during sex when the urge hit her. Lucius would never allow such a thing with a lover. With Narcissa, yes, but she was his wife and entitled to have her way with him. Other witches were for his pleasure and his pleasure alone.

Lucius felt himself drawing close to release.

“Grab my cock at the base and squeeze it witch...if I come....I leave,” he hissed at her, stopping his motion.

Hermione desperately obeyed him, squeezing his swollen shaft as tight as possible, praying the delicious wizard wouldn’t come. Gods, she’d die if she didn’t feel him inside her.

Lucius grunted at the pressure she applied. It was almost painful, but Lucius liked a little ache. After a minute or two he ordered her to release him and stand up. Hermione complied, staring at his mouth.

“Lord Malfoy, may I kiss you?” she asked him, licking her lips at the thought of exploring that cruel, sensual mouth.

“Kiss me?” Lucius said with a sneer, “No, you may not kiss me. I kiss no one but my wife, witch”

Hermione looked very disappointed and Lucius’ face went black. He caught her arm and twisted it behind her back, pressing his loins against her as he lowered his lips to her ear.

“Are you giving me attitude?” he demanded.

“No!” Hermione gasped.

Her arm hurt but it wasn’t unbearable. Lucius knew just how much pressure to apply. He pulled it up a little more at her answer, making the witch wince even as she gushed at the feel of his mouth against her ear.

“No what?” he hissed angrily.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then realized her mistake.

“No, my Lord,” she replied, her eyes glistening.

Lucius pushed her roughly away from him, but his gray eyes were hot.

“Go get my belt off the bed,” he ordered her, and Hermione’s knees buckled.

The belt. He wanted the belt. Oh dear Circe.

Lucius watched as the naked witch walked over to the bed and picked up his belt, her amber eyes studying it as she returned to him. He would have loved to spank her plump little ass until it was black and blue, but that idiot Potter would be following him, and was sure to react badly at any marks or bruises on the witch’s body, whether she had been willing to receive them or not. Damn the wizard. Hermione offered him the belt. Lucius took it from her hand slowly.

“Turn around,” he growled.

Hermione swore she could feel lubrication running down the inside of her thighs and over her legs as she did so. She stood there a full minute, quivering, the wizard doing nothing but watching her. Then he moved against her back so she could feel his erection and reached over her, extending the belt. Hermione could feel his hair resting against her shoulders and back as he leaned over her.

“Do you see how this belt is made? How the holes for the buckle run the entire length of it?” he asked her in a low voice.

Hermione looked at the belt. It was true...the buckle holes ran down the thick leather to the buckle itself.

“Yes, my Lord,” she breathed, gasping as Lucius rubbed his cock against her teasingly.

“That’s so I can tighten it around any size wrists securely. Even wrists as small as yours, witch,” he breathed, letting his warm breath tickle her ear. “Do you want me to bind you? To have my way with you like I did Miss Bartley the night of my party, the night you played a nosy little voyeur in my household?”

“Yessss, Lord Malfoy,” Hermione rasped, her voice tight with desire.

“Yes what? Tell me what you want, witch,” he growled, turning her to face him, gripping her shoulders, the belt draping over her breasts.

As he thought, Hermione turned red as fire. She was embarrassed at her own dark desires. Damn, she’d be perfect for breaking.

Lucius shook Hermione roughly by her shoulders.

“Tell me what the fuck you want or we part ways, witch!” he hissed at her.

“I want...I want you to tie me up and fuck me,” Hermione said, closing her eyes against her own statement.

Lucius’ lip curled knowingly.

“Only fuck you, witch...nothing else?” he asked her, releasing her shoulders and bringing the end of the belt up and tickling her hardened nipple with it, making the witch moan, then slapping it lightly. Hermione jerked in reaction, her mouth dropping open.

“I want you to hit me with the belt while you do it,” she whispered, unable to help herself.

Lucius arched an eyebrow at her, his handsome face amused.

“While I do what?” he purred at the witch.

“While you fuck me,” Hermione almost sobbed.

The wizard was driving her crazy and she couldn’t react the way she wanted. If he had been any other man she would have taken him to the mattress by now and been riding to the fray like the calvary. But this was Lucius Malfoy and he had “rules.”

“Turn around,” he said, jerking Hermione around and pulling her arms back. He made a loop with the belt and tightened it securely around her wrists, yanking on it a bit, then striding toward an armchair and swinging her around, bending her over the back of it.

He would have took her over a table, he loved to see that red line on a witch’s breasts or belly from the hard edge when he was done with her, but again...Harry’s impending visit was a foil. He didn’t want to have to kill the young wizard. He had killed Voldemort for him after all.

Without ceremony Lucius placed his cock against the witch and drove into her hard, his loins slapping against her in the process, the thick head of his organ slamming into her cervix. Lucius was good at making witches scream, but Hermione only moaned. His brow furrowed. He decided to test her waters and muttered the deatheater rape charm. It caused unbearable pain to any woman, while intense pleasure for the man. He didn’t intend to keep it invoked, but he needed to see if she were able to feel pain in her state.

Lucius stroked into her again, the intense pleasure of the spell thrumming through him, the wizard shuddering. Hermione didn’t scream, which meant that he was reduced to stimulating her. He wouldn’t get his fix of screams. Luckily, she felt good though. Tight. Wet. Hot. And she knew how to move. As a matter of fact he could leave the spell on her and get a good ride.

“Here you go, witch,” he said, yanking the belt then slapping her with the end hanging from his hand as he drove into her over and over, Hermione crying out with pleasure.

Lucius poured it on, long, deep hard strokes, groaning with delight as her pussy and the spell did their work. He paused only long enough to bend over her and drape her body with his hair, which resulted in a powerful orgasm that almost trapped him inside her. Hermione flowed over him like an open spigot, wetting his loins and thighs with her release. And she did scream then, a piercing cry that almost made Lucius come. He had to stop a moment, and beat her lightly with the belt as he waited, the witch rolling her ass lusciously...then he began again, his eyes rolling up into his head as he fucked the witch as strongly as he could, jerking the belt and beating her ass and thighs. Damn, she was good. He’d like to get hold of her without the damn spell.

Sweat began to pour off the wizard and flew onto the witch’s back. He rubbed it in, then reached under Hermione, grasping her breast with one hand and squeezing it roughly. Again, she came.

“Shit,” he breathed, pulling the witch from the armchair and dragging her backwards by the belt to the bed. He quickly undid it, releasing her arms and pushed Hermione into the bed roughly, climbing in behind her and wrestling the nearly incoherent witch to her hands and knees.

The wizard stood up in the bed for a moment, looking down on Hermione’s small, writhing form then lowered himself, crouching, his bent legs on either side of her body. He grabbed his cock and thrust hard, entering her slick sleeve, spooning over her and wrapping his strong arms around her throat and belly. He started fucking Hermione with abandon then, his hair draped completely over her head as he drove into her brutally, cursing and groaning as he did so, the witch’s pussy engulfing and sucking on him like another mouth, but deeper and tighter than any mouth he’d ever experienced. If Hermione had been in her normal state, she probably would have been begging him to let her go. The wizard went completely animal, in his passion biting her shoulder and drawing blood. He froze as he tasted the salty, sweetness, Hermione howling from pleasure and pain.

Shit. Fuck it...too late now. He kept going, working toward his own release, plunging into the witch violently, hungrily, the pressure building and building as he rode the witch into the final stretch, his hair sticking to her face, Hermione lost to the fire and abandon of the wizard. She never had a man fuck her so hard in her life...and she couldn’t have loved it more. Damn, Lucius was everything she ever fantasized he’d be.

Suddenly the wizard plunged deep inside her, clutching her so close she couldn’t breath as he let out a guttural “gaaaaaaaah!” and blasted her with a hot stream of come, pulsing as he shook against her, every vein in his neck and arms standing out as he released, rewarded with a final orgasm from the witch that made his climax even sweeter.

Lucius stayed pressed inside her for several minutes until his pulsing stopped, then released Hermione, falling back into the bed, panting, a lascivious smile on his face as he lay there with his eyes closed, regaining his composure, raised up on his elbows, his long hair hanging off the end of the bed, dark with perspiration.

Hermione had fallen forward and lay panting on her stomach, her eyes closed as well, savoring the last blissful throbs of her own release. Gods, that had been amazing. Already though, the light was beginning to dim and the bedroom door opened quickly, Harry running in. He turned bright red as he saw the nude couple at opposite ends of the bed, Lucius opening his eyes and looking at the young wizard, a smirk on his face.

“Anxious, Mr. Potter?” he asked the green-eyed wizard as he sat up, his legs gapped wide.

Harry’s eyes swept over him for a moment, then the young wizard met his eyes. Lucius was quite surprised at what he saw there. Well...well...Mr. Potter. That explained a lot of things.

“Only for Hermione,” Harry replied, his voice rather high as Lucius stood up unashamedly, strode over to his discarded clothes, then scourgified himself, then Hermione. He felt Harry burning a hole into his back as he retied his hair into a neat ponytail, then dressed himself magically. Once again he was immaculate, and perfect.

Hermione had rolled over to her back and was looking at the wizard appreciatively. Lucius gave her a half smile as he walked over to retrieve his cane.

“Should you desire a repeat performance, Miss Granger...you know where I live,” the wizard said, bowing to her slightly. “But I warn you...it will not be so much in your favor the next time.”

He walked past the silent Harry, whose eyes followed him shining slightly.

Lucius paused and gave him an appraising glance.

“You know where I live as well, Mr. Potter,” he purred. “If you pay me a visit, you’ll find I can be quite...versatile.”

He exited the bedroom.

Harry swallowed, then turned to look at Hermione. Her indicator was already dimming, but the witch was looking at him wide-eyed. She had heard what Lucius said to him.

“Harry,” she said in a voice that was almost a whisper, “You can’t help me, can you?”

Harry shook his head and walked over to the bed, sitting down on it and looking at the witch. She was beautiful. He hadn’t known her body was so well-formed. He really didn’t pay attention to things like that. He didn’t have the inclination to.

“No Hermione,” he said softly, taking her hand.

“You’d have to have a cock for me to do that.”

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A/N: Whoa! What an ending eh? Lololol. I had to throw something in there. Lucius is one hot daddy...whew hooo! Anyway, I am back online but still had some problems, they have to send a tech out to fix my cd drive. Luckily I have an external one, so could load some software. But a lot of my cd’s aren’t reading. In bad shape. So I am still coding. Anyway please review this chapter. Thanks. :)