Lucius and the Waif - 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 Eight – Try, Try Again


Lucius realized he had just lost any advantage the long meal had given him in his plans for learning how to control this little piece. He tried to retrieve his error, while castigating himself silently for his misstep. It was plain to him that he was starting to snap at her because he wanted her again and had been holding himself back. An abnormality for him certainly, and extremely unusual behavior toward someone so obviously weaker than he, although she was rather lovely to look at and her touch made him feel…unusual. Great sexual chemistry, perhaps.


Lucius stood up smoothly, pushed back his chair at the head of the table and said tersely, “Come.” He walked in a determined stride down the hallway into the second bedroom, only pausing for a moment in the bathroom to get a stoppered vial of pink cloudy liquid.


Lea shakily got up from her chair and reluctantly followed him. She only saw the beautifully colored, complex pattern on the hallway rug as she trudged toward the bedroom. She looked up at the last minute and saw him waiting by the bed. Lea sadly stroked the sleeve of the soft shirt she was still wearing, then unbuttoned the single button and took off the nicest clothing she had ever worn. She carefully folded it and laid it on the side bureau. With a last stroke of the fabric, Lea turned to face her fate for the evening. Her eyes never rose past his shirtfront.


Lucius felt like he was sending her to Azkaban himself, except she was already here. He had decided that she would never learn to enjoy sex with him if she never experienced it. Her past must have been rather horrible to make her so passive and detached.


Lucius dimmed several of the magic orbs around the room, hoping to make the atmosphere more welcoming and less frightening. He would prefer sex, not rape, but knew that he was rather fooling himself. With an inward shrug and the ironic knowledge that he would have to force this unwilling, if passive, young woman this first time at least, he removed his clothing piece by piece and turned down the remade bed again. Elves were sometimes too helpful.


Lea watched him remove his clothing, cataloging all of his trim physique, from his well-muscled shoulders and arms, down his sculpted chest, to his narrow waist and slim hips, ending in a pair of long, toned legs. Instead of telling her to get on the bed, Lea was surprised to have the wizard step toward her and pull her into his arms. They were both naked and his body was definitely ready, but he lowered his face toward her and started kissing her like he had before. She didn’t know where to put her own arms, so she attempted a small decision and gingerly measured his wide shoulders with her hands. Lea tried hard to simulate his kisses and was rewarded with a masculine groan of satisfaction. That was a familiar sound, so she kept trying to imitate him. He definitely liked her to follow his lead. Lea pursued his movements with her own echoed moves.


Her nearness made him groan softly with pleasure, but Lucius wasn’t stupid enough to think he was arousing her. He knew she was merely mimicking him and she was not aroused herself. He could see that from her soft nipples. But he gave her another notch of respect for trying this time. He suddenly picked her up and settled them both down on the sheets. He reached for the vial on the bedside table where he had placed it, and spilled some of the pink liquid onto his hand. He leaned over her and began kissing her again, not letting her see where his hand was going.


The moment he touched her between her legs she went lax and drifted away from him mentally. This time Lucius persevered, smoothing the pink liquid through her folds and into her core. He rubbed the rest onto his own now throbbing erection and mounted her. Lea had escaped him again, but he planned to draw her back with the intense pleasure he was going to bestow on her small, listless body. Lucius was very talented and experienced in the bedroom in ways he hoped to pursue with her in succeeding days and weeks, but for those occasions he would need her mental presence first.


Lucius teased her soft, wet petals with his fingers, opening her for his penetration. He knew waiting for a response was fruitless, so he decided he might as well enjoy himself even if he was playing alone. He placed the head of his penis at her opening and glided in, with the pink liquid easing his entry. He could feel he was stretching her, she was a tight fit for him, but it shouldn’t be more than faintly uncomfortable for her at first. It was a little surprising that she should even be tight any more, given her history, but she was young.


The pink potion he was using had a slight relaxing and numbing quality. He didn’t normally like to use it because it numbed him too, but tonight had to be an exception. After tonight he could use the regular lubricant if she still felt stretched or had a hard time becoming wet herself. He was so fired up now that the numbing liquid was an advantage, giving him time to try to make her feel something nicer than whatever always made her disappear.


Lucius bent to his task and began slowly thrusting, moving back and forth in a rocking motion, and at the same time gently rubbing her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, trying to create some reaction in her. Lea blinked once, and then floated away again. But Lucius saw her minute reaction as a positive sign and he continued his rocking motion, increasing and lengthening his thrusts into her warm, wet center. Her body was loosening up a little, allowing his size to create friction without any unpleasant pain for her. Without her signals, it was hard for Lucius to determine where her sweet spot was, so he made an educated guess and continually aimed his member at one spot inside her.


By now Lucius was certainly happy enough to fly on his own without her, but he did have an agenda, when he could remember his own name. For some reason - was it her body chemistry? – connecting to her in any way sent him up in flames. The sensations were phenomenal to someone as jaded as he was. This little piece was going to service him whenever he wanted it, which he was beginning to think would be daily. Hourly. He grinned and picked up his pace, increasing his tempo and the depth of his invasion.


He was finally in to the hilt, fully filling her in each stroke, when she sucked in a breath and opened her eyes to the intensely aroused, handsome face above her. Lucius speared her with his gaze, not letting her shut him out again by the sheer force of his arctic eyes. She was feeling a foreign, dimly pleasant sensation coursing through the place where she should be feeling bludgeoning trauma. Rich wizards might be different after all. By this time she was usually in pain, although her mind kept her mentally cocooned during the hurt. This was very odd. Almost…nice. But her mind had so deadened her senses against the constant brutality of the physical act that she really couldn’t feel too much more than the minimal pleasant sensations. Her body and mind needed time to relearn anything more.


Lucius was no mindwalker, but he was aware of her returning mental presence and it was enough for now. He let his body go and found his release in an explosion of heroic proportions. He slumped down on her with only enough strength left to roll to her side and pull her against him as he fell heavily asleep.


Lea looked over at him and started nervously biting her thumbnail again. She hesitantly reached out and smoothed some errant blond strands away from his face, sliding the length through her fingers. She touched his face, feeling the beginnings of his beard at the end of a long day. He was truly just so beautiful. Lea closed her eyes and fell asleep in his arms.