Lights of Questionable Faith

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He should be, but being emotionally unhinged and having a moderately (very) obsessive, egocentric personality. Indeed, Hermione is in a difficult situation.

Lucius seduces her. NAUGHTY NAUGHTY BOY! I think that it could happen pretty easily. She is very, very angry with him. She doesn't hate him at all! He hurt her, but being hurt by someone doesn't make you hate them. I dare say, if Lucius had been a gentleman, she would have been reseptive to him. I'm seduced by the man I love with a little hug, or if I kiss his cheek. That is a good idea to clarify the bonding circle.

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Well, I showed this to three people for opinions due to my own nervousness before posting. I hope that it is good. I trust their opinions. I made many modifications to the original.

Also, no idea when updates will be coming. I hope that y'all understand that I've been having worsening medical problems. Possibly anoxic seizures...which could possibly be due to the change in elevation that I recently went through. I am more than three thousand feet higher than I've ever lived before. Doctors are working on my problem.

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Lucius stared down at her, at the tears in her eyes, and he paused.

Hermione pushed at Lucius’ shoulders as he panted and remained still as Hermione adjusted to him. He wanted to move so badly; he finally had her. It was time to enjoy her, but she had to enjoy him too. She had to enjoy him. If he wanted her to ask him for it the next night, he would have to be gentle. He could seduce her as many times as he wanted, but she ought to come to him and want it too. It wouldn’t be any fun if she didn’t. If she didn't, it would be as if she only wanted to make him happy (which she should want). But she had to be happy too! Should want him on her own.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, leaning over her and brushing his lips against her ear. He licked happily at her throat making Hermione dig her nails into his shoulders and to pull him down closer for more contact.

“I don’t know,” Hermione said, clenching her teeth as she felt her body stretching and betraying her as she grew wetter, “how you did this. But—”

“I love you,” Lucius whispered as he pulled back a little and slid back inside her. He smirked as her vocalizations changed, and he stroked her hip.

Hermione whimpered and turned her head to the side not realizing that she was exposing her neck to Lucius’ lips until they were leaving a trail of soft kisses on it pausing every now and then to nuzzle her chin.

Hermione didn’t mean to do what she did. But she couldn’t help it when his lips did that. She had to get closer to him.

“Kiss me, Love, please.”

Hermione twisted so her cheek rubbed against his shoulder. Her hands gripped his biceps, and she gasped when she felt them tighten. She squeezed the muscles a bit as he lowered her back to the bed.

Lucius placed one hand on the bed next to her while the other slid between their bodies to find one of her breasts. He kneaded it softly and brushed his thumb over her nipple making her squeak a little and wiggle closer. He slowly moved his hand up to press to the side of her neck. He wanted to savor his first time with the woman he loved and was loved by. He ran his nose over her throat and pressed his lips lightly to where her pulse was, breathing out hotly against it.

Hermione moaned as her arms coiled around his neck like snakes to keep him close. She bent her legs up and pinched her knees around Lucius’ hips.

Lucius thrust into her again earning a groan and squeeze.

“Oh,” Hermione gasped, biting her lip and shoving her face into his shoulder.

“What is it, Love?” Lucius asked, thrusting gently into her again.

“Oh,” Hermione whimpered, opening her mouth and sucking on his neck until she felt his hand gently pulling her away and stroking her cheek.

“No.”

Lucius tilted her chin so she looked into his silver eyes. She wrapped a hand in his hair.

“Kiss me, Love,” Lucius said, tilting her head and forcing her to look into his eyes.

Hermione shook her head and ripped free to bury her face in his neck again. She tugged at the blonde hair.

Lucius frowned and thrust into her a little harder.

Hermione moaned and began to suck at Lucius’ neck again.

“So good,” she whispered not realizing what she was saying as she tugged at the blonde hair. “How?”

“Kiss me,” Lucius said, trying to brush his lips against hers.

Hermione turned her head to the side so he kissed the corner of her mouth only.

Lucius frowned and thrust roughly making Hermione cry out. He lowered her back to the bed and moved his hands to grip Hermione’s face. He held himself still and pinned her hips tightly enough that she could just barely wiggle under him.

Hermione bit her lip and tried to shove her hips up against Lucius’ as he sat mounted on her. Her hands moved for his shoulders as she jerked her face from his hands.

“Please. Please. More, please,” Hermione said as Lucius caught her hands and pinned them to the mattress above her head.

“Look at me,” Lucius said, gripping her chin tightly in the other hand. “Look into my eyes.”

Hermione looked into his eyes as the grip became a pinch. She had to press against him, had to have him continue his sweet movements.

“What’s wrong with you?” Lucius asked, and he stuck his lip out. “Why won’t you kiss me? I’m your husband.”

“Please,” Hermione said, tugging at her hands and looking at a spot to his right. She didn’t trust him enough to kiss his mouth. She would lose herself in the world she always went to when kissing his mouth. As much as she tried to believe that it was all the binding magic of the circle, she knew that Lucius’ kissing could almost bring her to her knees when he was seventeen.

“Please,” Lucius mimicked, glaring down at her and tightening his hold.

Hermione arched her back shoving her breasts out toward Lucius who felt his cock throb within his Hermione’s wet walls despite his anger. He breathed out raggedly.

“Whom do you want?”

“Please,” Hermione begged, arching her back more.

“Whom do you want?”

“Please.”

“Say it.”

“You,” Hermione supplicated, pushing herself closer to him.

“Say my name,” Lucius demanded, thrusting a little to encourage his wife.

“Lucius, please.”

“Kiss me,” Lucius said, tugging her up by her wrists and draping them about his shoulders.

Hermione pressed her lips to his chin softly as he slid his hands to down to grip her hips. He lowered her back as his eyes crossed in anger. His right hand slid up and stroked the pads of his fingers along the sides of her throat softly.

“Look at me,” Lucius demanded, slamming her into the mattress a little.

Hermione’s eyes flew open.

“That hurts,” Hermione said as his grip on her throat tightened but not enough to cause so much as finger prints on her pale skin.

“I’ve been plenty nice in asking,” Lucius said, shoving his bottom lip out as tears rose in his eyes and a hand slammed against the mattress.

Hermione reached her hand up and touched his wrist. He loosened his hold continuing to pout. Hermione shook her head free of his grasp and stared up at him.

He looked just the way he had when he received that horrible note from his father and he begged her forgiveness. That was Lucius above her; not the malevolent Mr. Malfoy, not the death eater who had terrorized her and her friends, not the man who forced her to marry him. It was just Lucius the sweet seventeen-year-old boy who desperately wanted love and attention, Lucius who had chased her down to try to save her.

She lunged up and shoved her mouth to his digging her fingers into his hair and pulling it to get him as close as possible. Lucius gasped, and Hermione took the chance to shove her tongue into his mouth. Lucius’ hips began to buck as he rolled onto his back clinging to her hips to have her straddling him.

“Hermione,” Lucius gasped as she pulled her mouth back and began to suck on his neck. “Mine. All mine.”

Hermione fell against his chest and clung to his neck kissing every inch of the silky skin trailing down his shoulders and squeezing his arms as she kissed her way across his clavicle to the other side.

“Lucius, my Lucius,” she whispered before kissing all over the sides of his face. She stroked his neck as he moved. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Lucius smiled at her request and took her hips to guide them against him so she could feel him hitting her sweet spot. His eyes crossed, and he began to buck more roughly before flipping them over so he could be on top again.

Hermione began to cry out as she felt a burning heat building up. She stroked his cheek and pulled his hair. She dug at him to pull him closer; if he stopped moving, she would die.

“Lucius, more, please. I need you,” Hermione pleaded, digging her nails into his back and wrapping her legs around him. Her eyes rolled up in her head. “More.”

Lucius threw his head back as Hermione whined clinging more tightly to him. He felt her tight walls convulse around him, felt her come slick his shaft as his balls tightened.

Hermione gasped as she felt Lucius’ musclar shoulders stiffen and his lips kissing the side of her face.

“I love you, Hermione. All mine, my Hermione,” Lucius sighed as he hugged her softening and relaxing his weight on top of her. “I love you.”

Hermione mewled and squeezed him.

“Lucius,” she whispered. It was her Lucius, the sweet boy whom she’d had such a good time with, who’d been so arrogant and snobbish when she met him but who’d grown on her.

They rested that way for a while. Lucius with his head on her shoulder. Hermione with a hand stroking his hair.

“We will have to go to the reception soon,” Lucius said, absently stroking her arm as he lifted himself off her after about half an hour, “and present the sheet to the guests so they know that you’re mine. Forever.”

SMACK!

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I hope y'all enjoyed it. Please drop a review! HOPE you enjoyed the steamy action...

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