INSATIABLE

Love the reviews... what can we expect? Hermione and Lucius are both dominant lovers... and I just love watching the sparks fly between them *lol* - warning : not so subliminal message : GO READ PANDORA ! because if you love this smut, you'll love my other smut too! - Love Esme
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Hermione floo’d her apartment in a huff, the git had
stroked her to a blazing fire and no matter how many
times he made her orgasm, it was never enough. When
did she become so insatiable? She hoped Viktor was
home, for her own selfish reasons obviously. She did
feel horrible about leaving without any goodbye and
wanted to make it up to him, yes make up sex, that’s
what this will be, she reasoned to herself.

She dropped her purse and wand on her coffee table, and
started unbuttoning her shirt as she stalked the
apartment for the sultry Bulgarian. She didn’t want to
use him for this, but she knew she would be getting
him off as well, win - win situation – right? She
found him in the kitchen, in just his burgundy boxers,
“Perfect” She purred as she locked eyes with him. He
was the kind of man every woman would dream of, tall
dark and handsome. His body was perfect, and his dark
brooding eyes were lined with thick black lashes. His
olive skin was smooth and rippled with muscles; his
quidditch career depended on his powerful body.

“Hermione” Was all he managed to sputter out before
her mouth was claiming his. His big doe eyes
widened as she slipped her hands in his boxers and
tugged them down his muscular legs. “I made dinner”
He mumbled out before she tossed her bra over the
counter. Her mouth claimed his again and he dropped
the spatula he was holding. She trailed kisses down
his chest and he moaned aloud when she took him in her
mouth. She sucked him until he was good and hard and he
fumbled with her skirt until she slapped his hands away
and pushed her skirt up on her hips. He tugged her wet
knickers down her legs, picked her up, and set her
on the counter top.

She ran her hands through his mass of jet-black hair
as he gripped her hips. She spread herself wide for
him and positioned him at her entrance. She wrapped
her legs around him as he sank himself deeper into
her. “Viktor fuck me!” She gasped out as he slowly
worked himself into her. He was his usual caring and
attentive self, but she needed more, she needed to be
fucked, and hard. “No…the table” She demanded into his
shoulder. He gave her a questioning look but grabbed
her up when she thrust her hips. She slid herself off
him and pushed everything off their kitchen table.

“On your back” She commanded as she ran her hands over
his broad shoulders. He dumbly followed her order and
crawled up on the table, she gave his ass a good hard
smack before he got on his back. “Hermione!” He
yelped in surprise as she crawled onto his bronzed
body. She gripped his thick cock and buried him inside
of her hard and fast. He was well endowed, not the
size of Lucius, but blessed nonetheless and she rocked
her hips hard onto his.

He leaned up to suckle her breasts, the silver orbs
feeling foreign and hot in his mouth. He was too far
gone to question what the strange objects were, she
had her hands pushing on his chest to steady herself
as she pumped him into her with wild thrusts. He was
enraptured by the sight of her, a thin sheen of sweat
was working over her body, her tits bouncing in rhythm
to her hips, her hair wild and free, cascading down
her back. “Merlin I love you Hermione!” He bellowed
out as he came inside her. She was on the brink, her
eyelids fluttering as she gorged herself on his eager
cock. She whispered Viktor’s name when she hit her
climax, but in her mind, she screamed another name
entirely.

“LUCIUS!!!” Narcissa screamed out as she gripped the
ornate silver bedpost. She loved it when he took her from
behind, his huge cock would pound so far inside her
and rub against her clit with delicious friction. He
had his wife on her hands and knees on their black
satin sheets, he had cured her of her frigidness early
on in their marriage.

She let out a barrage of little moans and gasps as he
pounded into her mercilessly. Lucius had his hands on
her hips, guiding her back on to him. Her long golden
hair flowing over her shoulders as her opalescent skin
glowed in the moonlight. She looked over into the
gargantuan mirror facing their ornate bed, she watched
him pound into her. He looked like an Adonis, his
platinum hair flowing down his broad shoulders, his
taut ass clenching with each thrust of his magnificent
hips.

She loved watching him fuck her, she knew they looked
perfect for one another and when they made love, she
knew they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. She
especially loved watching herself sucking his cock,
his long limbs spread regally across their satin
sheets, his powerful arms usually tucked behind his
head as she worshiped his cock with her mouth.

Lucius was pounding into her so hard he knew she would
be sore for days to come, she was slick and waiting
for him when he came home and she sighed happily when
he threw her up on the bed and crawled over her body
with that predatory glint in his eye. Her lithe body
sustained his thrusts and her small breasts bounced
vigorously against the cool satin sheets. “OH LUCIUS!
YESSSSSSSS!!!” she shrieked as her walls clenched
around his rigid cock.

He guided her hips back on to him faster and faster
until he climaxed shortly after her, he filled her
completely as his hot seed shot up into her like a
fount. He collapsed with a heave of his chest onto his
back. As Narcissa licked their mixed juices from his
cock, his mind could only think of one witch:
Hermione.