The Taming of the Shrew - Wizard Style - COMPLETE

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7-31-09 F

Hugs to all my readers and especially all who reciprocated with reviews and/or ratings. I love 'talking' with you and also finding added ideas for further polishing the story in your thoughtful comments.


Here are my responses for your recent reviews:


Aleysiasnape – He not only thought about coming to her room naked, he made it work for him. A very enterprising soul.

meankitty69 – Hermione finally grabbed those glutes! If she didn’t drool, I did. I hope the judge has rendered a decision and my finger-crossing worked.

Ravenna – Lucius has manipulation down to an art form and no, I don’t think Hermione understands she’s way out of her league. UST is great fun to write and I also love to read those types of stories.

Pittwitch – You’ll be PLAGUED by dreams of a naked man? If you don’t want them, send them to me. More nakedness coming up.

Liagiba84 – Ooh, thank you. Yay, I earned my laurel wreath. I am happy you wanted to actually meet the protagonists before they jumped into bed LOL. They’re a rather explosive couple.

Happybunny – Well, I, for one, love intermittent lurkers and I won’t mix you up with the ‘one-shot’ lurkers who review at the end. To tell the truth, most lurkers don’t review at all – one has only to look at the hits vs. the reviews. But it’s all good – just some are gooder than others, as Napoleon Pig might have said. And I’ll take a haughty review any day. I looove describing Lucius. The thesaurus is my best friend. 8-)

BeaBibliophile – A massage isn’t smut? Then why are all those massage parlors closed down all the time? If you like sarcasm, this story should be just your cup of tea (no molasses) and I’ll bask in your tart comments, how’s that? Are you pugnacious reviewing other author’s stories? Oh yeah, (now you see my sarcasm), Lucius and seraphim are interchangeable in the dictionary [hack, cough]. I’ll go for fallen angel, though. You can envision this Severus any way you like – just don’t tell him he has a paunchy middle, ‘cause he wants to be attractive for Narcissa (who solved his tendency to oily hair the minute she got her hands on him). Lucius will use whatever he needs to, to win over Hermione, but on his terms. One consummation coming right up.

jw – I’m so glad there are readers who are checking out the accompanying pics. I spend a lot of time looking for porn pictures to match the chapters. Crookshanks felt as you do, that he was de trop in the bedroom. He’s happier hunting moles in the garden.

Scary Bear Hair – No need to tell Lucius to use the hairbrush, he’s busy right now seducing Hermione- nyah. Yeah, what you said, exquisite sex [oh dear].
Hermione has a hot streak she hasn’t tapped into, but Lucius is figuring it out. She is sooo done for. Oh, come on, Scary, you know what the wristguards are for. I’m pretty sure she knows. No, he isn’t role-playing a gladiator, but I probably missed an opportunity there. Lucius didn’t get overtly angry earlier because tonight is his wedding night. He can fight with her later. For now he wants sex.

LunarEclipse – Oh, dear, don’t cry. I hope you’ll be pleased with the next chapter and you can be happy again – blushing allowed.

Angeles - Lucius certainly lends himself to erotic description – for me, anyway. Yes, you are getting to the good part – well, the first good part. They’re strung all through the story LOL.

HarryGinny4eva – Lucius does have a lovely backside. Tonight you’ll meet his other side. And so will Hermione, poor soul. Oh, yes, they will get to know one another quite a bit in this next chapter.

Snapes_Goddess – Hermione is a cat person, but she doesn’t need Crookshanks in the bedroom on her wedding night. Lucius loves giving massages, especially if he gets to choose where to massage. Lucius only plays that kind of Quidditch in the bedroom… I believe you know the way LOL.

distinctlyME – I’m thrilled you review – period. Seeing the rating pluses go up is always a pleasure (thank you!), but each review is a pearl beyond price to an author. You want to be Hermione? So do I LOL! Lucius is sexy from his platinum hair down to his long, bare feet. Thank you for the compliment on my characters. Lucius and Hermione are both very forceful characters so it’s easy for me to let them write themselves (they’re constantly carping at each other – never shut up). Forgive the cliffie. Here’s the next chapter, finally. Hugs back.

Sailor Sol – Oh my, such a wonderful compliment. Thank you so much. I read your response to my husband, I was so thrilled. (Hubby won’t read my writing, but it’s okay that he doesn’t quite know what goes on in my mind, heh, heh.) I have the blue ribbon and the five stars permanently etched in my mind now.

Daughter of a serpent – If you find a Lucius for sale, get me one, too. In my mind’s eye, Lucius is a work of art, just as you say. Too bad he’s got a few flaws, but they do make him interesting. Love those bad boys.

ginnylovesharry07 – Ah, Seduction Part 2 coming up! More hotness to ensue. [grin]

lilashannah – I’m glad you decided to try this ‘Taming of the Shrew’ version. I hope I don’t disappoint. I think Lucius will come to terms with his little shrew – he caused much of her distress after all. And will probably cause more before the story is over. But she’s no patsy, either. Harry and Ginny are in Romania right now. He shows up much later. Ron is married and out of the picture as his wife, Lavender, knows Hermione was his sweetheart before her and isn’t thrilled to see much of Hermione. As usual, Ron goes with the flow. Lucius certainly wants a true marriage after his plan is finished and is willing to work to make it so.

T Stevenson – If I had to keep humor out of my stories or go to jail, I’d just keep on writing and hope the prison stripes look okay with my Marvin the Martian socks. Lucius was lambasted by Hermione, but he is thinking ahead to the night’s activities and biding his time. Sex first, retribution later, if needed. Lucius has much more experience than starchy little Hermione in the bedroom. I do love to describe him – he’s got so much ‘material’ to work with, it’s sinful.

blue artemis – Little Hermione is going to be sucked into an erotic vortex before she knows it – inch by solid inch. I think Snape was right that Hermione did have some hidden attraction to Lucius. Maybe hidden from her even, but there.

HermioneMalfoyFan – Mea culpa for the cliffie. I write the story and then have to find some place to cut the chapters so one isn’t gargantuan while the next is tiny. This time it resulted in a nasty cliffhanger, and I can’t guarantee that there won’t be more somewhere. But you ARE guaranteed that each next chapter will appear in its slot. The plot will show up a bit later. Lucius has some knickers to infiltrate first.

Jesse – You are the 100th reviewer!! I’m happy you enjoyed the tour of Lucius’ body down to the fine hairs on his arms. He is quite the visual feast. You don’t have to stop reviewing so I get back to writing, though. I’m writing my next story now. This one is in the can, so to speak. Next chapter appearing now.

marieve – Don’t count Lucius’ temper out yet. He may still snap. Hermione won’t have it all her way. For now Lucius is focusing on getting her into bed so he’s going lightly. He’s not stupid! And I hope they discover they like sex together so they do it a lot for this story LOL. I do wonder who will domesticate whom in the end…

sweettiff_14 – Hi sweettiff, I hope your boys are well. I’m so happy you’re reading this story. Fantasy men are just that - for fantasies. Lucius does bring out my artistic side LOL. I admit those two go at each other verbally hammer and tongs. I hope it translates into hot bedroom hi-jinks. Yeah, Hermione’s English Channel just popped into my head.

linstock linstock@ipstarmail.com.au - I’m honored you’ve chosen to read this story if your time is limited. [waves at Down Under] Lucius was having too much his own way so I messed up his wand. Poor Snakey LOL. Lucius is condescending and it’s slowing down his desire to have a good marriage, which is sincere. He’s just rather oblivious of ‘commoners’. It’s always been a flaw. In Hermione he’s met his match, I think. You discover what’s under Lucius’ robes in Ch. 8. For starters.

Rini - I love your procrastination, too! Ain’t cliffies great? Helps your procrastination problem, I bet.
A pine-scented, naked Lucius would be on my desert isle list for sure. He wouldn’t even have to charm the cologne to make me more amorous. It does seem to be working on Hermione, though. Aw, don’t bang your head on the wall (is there a bit of elf in your family history?) More sex coming up and, well…just coming LOL.

alecto – Okay, since you say it, then “sex. NOW!!!” Please don’t go mad – Lucius in bed is worth waiting for – I think. You tell me.

Anyone up for some smut? *jumps out of the way of the stampede* Whoa, relax! There's plenty of smut for everyone. Really!

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Chapter Nine


Hermione’s Knowledge Enlarges


Lucius lounged comfortably face down on Hermione’s bed and smiled inwardly. He figured Hermione was busy trying to think of a way to avoid actually massaging his front side, but he’d already decided he didn’t want her doing that to him tonight. Not as a massage at least. That was all he needed, an enthusiastic rubdown in the wrong place for their mutual pleasure to be postponed with a frightened, inexperienced witch screaming as his creamy juices spurted on her.

Silence descended in Hermione’s bedroom while two people separately luxuriated in the feel of a firm, male butt being pressed and rubbed and squeezed by diligent little hands whose fingers and palms found all the best places to touch, sliding in sweet, salacious joy over the firm, naked mounds. Hermione was feeling slightly dizzy at her brazen behavior, but Lucius was silently moaning because each firm push into his glutes also garnered a different friction as his blood-glutted cock was being abraded by the eyelet-embroidered counterpane under him. The effect was a soft scrubbing all along the sensitive underside of his equipment and it was slowly making Lucius demented.

Hermione slipped into a light trance, mesmerized by the warmth, the pliancy, and the piney man smell of the body she was massaging; her eyes followed the masculine, center derriere divide down, down, into the shadows hiding even more interesting territory. As she gained courage, Hermione’s bold nature peeked out and she wanted to follow that divide with her finger, pressing into the tight center crevice, maybe to touch the soft sac she could see just at the bottom of the gap under his rear.

Hermione gathered herself and first changed her technique to fingernails, lightly scoring her husband’s butt muscles, smiling at the visceral way his ivory globes tightened together, then relaxed, as she lifted her fingers to start at the top again. When Lucius allowed her tiny torture with no resistance, Hermione grew bolder and the lure of his rear cleft became irresistible.

The cologne-drugged little witch spread her hands at the top of his butt and, using both thumbs, she dragged her hands all the way down his derriere with the thumbs digging, plowing firmly into the beckoning crack. Hermione got triumphantly to the bottom and began to widen that intriguing gap under his glutes, prying the musculature apart, when suddenly she felt him buck under her and she was tossed unceremoniously into the air.

Lucius twirled under his airborne wife and caught her as she was landing on his thighs. One additional quick twist and Hermione’s back was now on the counterpane with a solid, large, aroused wizard holding her down.

“Was this what you were hoping for, my dear? I do think the massage has gone on quite long enough for tonight. Perhaps it was my imagination, but was your technique getting just a touch risqué?” Lucius settled himself uncompromisingly against his wife from chest to thighs.

Hermione’s eyes widened in dismay at the hard, naked body now weighing her down into her own mattress. He was so much bigger and heavier than she – and warm, delightfully warm to the touch. Part of him felt like a hot poker as it pressed against her stomach, except it was twitching as though it had a separate life of its own. She gasped, inhaling the piney cologne designed to enhance a partner’s natural desire and her apprehension faded, drawing her under his sexual spell once more, but she made one last whispered appeal to assuage her embarrassment, “I’ll just turn off the lights, shall I?” All Hermione’s previous sexual experience had been under the covers in the dark. This felt very exposed.

Her husband’s icy eyes crinkled at the corners with amusement and she was reminded that the slight wrinkles beside his eyes were miniscule markers of his greater age, something she had forgotten in the heat of her enthrallment with his body. Somehow, his age was failing to bother her just now.

“The lights stay on. You enjoyed ogling my naked body, now it’s time to return the favor.”

Hermione squirmed for form’s sake under her spouse, but she was interested in seeing what he could offer her, this man who, according to the Daily Prophet, had quite a lurid reputation for womanizing. His weight alone was shooting electric sparks through her nerve endings straight to her core.

When Hermione didn’t speak, Lucius continued conversationally, “Another evening you can work your ‘magic’ on my anterior with your clever fingers, but for now I believe we will move onward in learning each other more intimately. You’ve done a superlative job on my posterior, by the way, and I look forward to your next effort. You may be ignorant for now, but innocence isn’t part of who you really are. I’m surprised, but very pleased.” His charmed pine cologne only enhanced what was already within a person. It didn’t create an unnatural behavior. Knowing that, Lucius was very pleased that Hermione was showing distinct signs of a hidden carnal nature and he planned to exploit it to the maximum.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Lucius bent over her, lifted her chin and swooped down on her lips with his own, opening her surprised mouth with his tongue and reminding her that his expertise wasn’t all in finances or wearing a black robe and hood and a designer mask.

Her wits short-circuited soon after that, freeing the more primitive side of her to come forcefully to life once again as it had briefly with her exploring thumbs. Hermione’s fingernails dug into his shoulders without her conscious knowledge and she began to drown in the hypnotic movement of his tongue darting, licking, sliding, stabbing into her needy oral cavity.

Hermione made hungry sounds at the delicious pleasure of his invasion; the little witch mewling into his mouth made Lucius increase the pace, his mouth devouring hers with sharp nips at her lower lip as he thrust his fingers into her hair, holding her for his sensual possession.

In no time, the kissing wasn’t enough and Lucius pressed her cloth-covered hips with his nude ones, setting up a rhythmic thrusting. He slid one hand to her neck, squeezing his fingers at her nape, his thumb lifting up her chin and controlling the kiss as they both gorged on each other.

Somehow, for Hermione, it was as though she had entered another dimension where she wasn’t a bookworm and he wasn’t a monster, but instead she was a voracious Medea seducing her Jason. Maybe the role-playing idea wasn’t so outré after all. The weight of his larger body fed something so feral in her she wanted, needed, to bite something. Hermione wriggled and scratched and came up for air long enough to find Lucius’ shoulder. She sank her teeth into the firm muscle there and instantly was flattened by a ferociously aroused wizard who had gone wild.

Lucius was no longer cognizant of anything but the drive to mate and he slipped into a frenzy of crazed craving. This was what twenty-plus years of marriage had never given him – only that lunatic Bellatrix had fed this primal part of him. The bite had stripped him of any desire to go slowly; it had been way too long for him.

Now! He wanted it NOW. He was going to bury himself in this little tigress so far he was nudging her incisors from the inside. Lucius reared up only long enough to rip off her old Quidditch team jersey, uncovering his sole ambition for the evening, before sinking right back down onto this petite female who belonged to him, only him. Her surprised squeak did nothing to slow him down.

He ran his hand down to the small pair of white schoolgirl knickers covering everything he wanted in this world at this moment, not even pausing to wince at her unromantic underwear. He had been forewarned in the Registry Office by her blindingly white, matronly bra, that his new wife’s taste in lingerie was abysmal.

Uncaring of the wrapping, Lucius delved straight under the sturdy cotton and arrowed immediately to the opening he sought. Wet. She was wet. Good. Now where…where… Hell, was that it? It couldn’t be any larger than a pixie’s twat. He was supposed to fit himself into that? Lucius moaned with dismay.

The disappointed wizard lifted his head, “Dammit, Hermione, your entrance is tighter than a mermaid’s arse. You should have told me you were a virgin,” he growled, so achingly hard he was nearly in tears. He hadn’t been this turned on in years and the disappointment was heartrending. Who ever heard of a twenty-four-year-old virgin witch? The Gods must really hate him.

Hermione blinked at the sudden change in her husband’s behavior. His hand had been shamefully just where she wanted it, doing just what it was designed to do and now he was complaining? She didn’t want to ask how Lucius would know about a mermaid’s arsehole, but she was ready to scream with the halt of the man’s lascivious dexterity, “I’m not a virgin,” she averred and at Lucius’ look of incredulity, “I’m not,” she repeated, insulted.

Lucius took a deep breath, trying to focus on anything other than his throbbing extremity, “Oh?” he inquired, disbelief heavy in his voice, “How many before me?” Either she had been fucking elves or she was lying. It wasn’t her hymen that was tight, he hadn’t even got that far. Her petite body apparently was petite all over and now he was faced with widening the starting gate. His bad luck with women was holding steady.

Hermione was scandalized, “How many?” Her voice rose in indignation, “That’s not your business!”

Lucius shook her, at the edge of his control and losing the little sliver of temper he still owned, “How many?” the very softness of his velvet voice carried a menace the little witch decided not to test. It was too close to his silky, ‘Be still’s.

Hermione sulked, “One.”

Ye Gods, it HAD been an elf, unless …Lucius took a deep breath and gave Hermione a narrow-eyed, calculating stare, “Perhaps my question should have been how many times?” He waited, poised over his petite mate, looking like he had all night, which he did.

“Well?” he said more calmly. She wasn’t going anywhere and neither was he until they had consummated this marriage and there was an end to it. No one was leaving this bed until she had been well and truly fucked – a lot. The numbing cream could be applied later.

Hermione looked down at his broad chest, avoiding his accusing stare. “Once,” she whispered.

Lucius let out a huge sigh, “So, nearly a virgin. Did you even get it all the way in?”

“What is this,” she spat, looking back up at the irritating man pinning her to her mattress, “the Spanish Inquisition?”

“Spanish what?” Lucius’ eyebrows made a severe vee between his eyes.

“Oh, never mind,” Hermione wanted to go back to what they were doing. She felt along his body until she came to what she had been feeling around for.

Lucius’ over-sensitized body lurched at the erotic contact. “If that means you still want it, you can expect this to hurt, then,” he warned. “Sweet hell, if you’re not a virgin and it was your young Weasley who deflowered you, then Weasley has a woeful weapon and all I can say is I pity his wife. Do you want to be stupefied?” He reluctantly offered the out to her. She was going to experience a lot of pain otherwise and she was under a bit of artificial stimulation from his cologne.

Hermione goggled at the offer. Did she want to be unconscious? Why was he offering? What was he planning to do to her that he didn’t want her to see? Hermione’s normally fertile imagination stumbled at trying to conjure any lurid scenarios with her inadequate experience and she grew frustrated. She would rather endure some pain than let him have free rein over her unconscious body. Her first time had mostly been aborted, but she wasn’t going to own up to incompetence of any kind. Instead she said snottily, “Absolutely not. There’s no telling what you might do to me while I’m unconscious.”

Lucius flummoxed her by laughing in her face, “Before this marriage is much older I’m going to be doing everything you imagine and an entire encyclopedia more than your pristine little mind could ever think of in a lifetime. I think you don’t have to worry about this one evening.”

Hermione bit her lip and her gut tightened at his comment about the possible kinky future of their marriage, but she gamely gibed back, “Only with my permission. You can’t use my body in any way I don’t approve.”

Lucius slid her a sly, sideways smile, “We’ll see, shall we?” he said in that snobby, oily tone he adopted when he was patronizing her. “I think your body hasn’t the slightest idea what it will approve of yet.” Then his face and voice changed back to normal, “But I am warning you, tonight it will hurt.”

He settled partially over her again, “You understand that this marriage will be forever.” He wanted it perfectly clear she was his now.

“Like it was with Narcissa?” Hermione stared stonily back at the man above her.

Lucius’ lips thinned in disapproval but he kept his frost-colored eyes steadily on his wife, “She asked for the divorce, but it was my choice and I let her go. I will never let you go. Divorced twice is not an option for me. I want you to know that now.”

Something eased within Hermione, something she hadn’t known was stressed and didn’t acknowledge in her answer. “I understand,” she said, instead trying for blithe unconcern.

Lucius nodded, “I’m not stopping, not if you scream bloody, blue murder. And you will. You had your chance.”

Five seconds later Hermione was firmly in the thrall of Lucius’ tongue again as he opened his mouth over hers. Hesitantly she skimmed her fingers through the platinum hair falling around her face and tickling her shoulders as she began a slow freefall into an erotic hallucination of steamy, romantic lovemaking, her lover a phantasm of perfection who did all the right things to all the right places. Hermione wanted what Lucius offered – she just didn’t want to admit it was Lucius giving it to her. Closing her eyes worked quite nicely.

Long fingers held her chin immobile while an imperious tongue conquered hers before sweeping down her exposed throat with long licks and shuddery bites to her neck and shoulders. Those long fingers squeezed the twin plump mounds of her breasts up one by one and his talented tongue circled and teased. She was already panting when her fantasy lover suddenly began to suck.

Hermione gasped and clutched the platinum hair of her tormentor, pressing his mouth closer, asking for more… firmer… something… and then he pinched one of her peaks with his lips - hard. The abused rosy crest shot a bolt of molten fire straight to her womb and Hermione bucked wildly with her first climax of the evening, surprising both of them. A high-pitched, piercing scream rent the quiet room as Hermione discovered that her own private self-releases bore no resemblance to the power of her lover’s.



As the petite witch was shivering in her first orgasm, Lucius took the opportunity to pull off her ugly unders and ply her moist, quivering channel with one finger, doggedly pushing inside until he could stretch her tight entry enough to press a second finger part way in. He knew it wouldn’t be nearly enough to keep her from experiencing quite a bit of pain, but he had done all he cared to take the time for. She wasn’t going to be left a virgin much longer.

He settled himself fully between his wife’s legs and his sweetly swooning partner didn’t lift a single limp muscle to help or impede him as he set up a slight thrusting motion, plowing only externally between her petals, rubbing her clit with the underside of his turgid organ.

Hermione’s breathing finally slowed to manageable proportions to find her body was deliciously weighed down and her phantasm had discovered precisely where she needed the friction applied. Floating in her amorous sea, she wanted more and eagerly reached down to control the stimulating movement, sinking her fingernails into the resilient globes of her lover’s butt and trying to dictate his movements sliding over her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Lucius always responded to pain with lecherous one-upsmanship and that bit of pain she administered slipped him off his leash again. He was also on fire that she was daring to take the initiative this first time. Her innate, if unrecognized, sexual ferocity washed over him, negating his control, and a low growl was all the warning Hermione had before that titillating tool rubbing her most sensitive spot found a new target.

Lucius guided himself to her nearly unbreached opening and began a solid, immutable, scorching invasion that had Hermione’s eyes snapping open in sudden shock. A burst of searing pain radiated from between her legs and she tried to curl up but her husband’s greater size and weight gave her no purchase. She felt like a bug being impaled on a pin, a big, pulsing pin.

“Stop! Oh Gods, stop, that hurts!” she pleaded, but the ingress continued, inexorable and without pity. She had thought she knew what sex was like. Sweet Guinevere, she didn’t know anything! Hermione pounded on her spouse’s shoulders, pushing at him fruitlessly.

The way forward was still so tight Lucius was concerned he would do some damage and not only to her, but he had been challenged for supremacy in bed and that he wouldn’t let pass. Not only that, he rather liked hearing her plead with him for a change instead of sticking those verbal pins in him all the time. She had blistered him with her acidic comments innumerable times during the week’s grace he’d given her. Little fists moved to beat a tattoo on his back before scoring him with sharp little nails, but nothing was going to slow him down, certainly not that delicious, goading pain she was inflicting.

He did take some slight pity on her distress; knowing she couldn’t concentrate solely on one pain while having a second one inflicted, he leaned in and sank his teeth into the fleshy join of her neck and shoulder to distract her focus. The second he felt her loosen her lower body’s stranglehold on his cock, he surged into her, stretching the tight outer skin to accommodate his girth, then he pressed deeply and paused. After getting past that painful logjam, his fleshy log was being squeezed at the base like the most experienced whore would do. It was amazingly erotic – for him.

Gray eyes impassively gazed down into fierce brown ones swimming in tears. “For what it’s worth,” he said gently, “the worst of the pain is over. Now, let’s see if you can find any pleasure in what I can provide.”

“Get off me, you monster,” Hermione was so angry she was ready to grind that male salami impaling her into dog food. “I hate you. You’ve torn me, I know it. I’ll have to go to St. Mungo’s.”

The sudden brilliance of Lucius’ smile blinded her and confused her. She’d never seen his face with a truly genuine smile – it was always clouded with some other guileful emotion. The simple, clear beauty of the man took her breath away and her tirade faded into bewilderment.

“No, my dear, I haven’t torn you. You wouldn’t be so vocal if I had. You would still be trying to curl into a tiny ball, shivering, and you wouldn’t be saying much of anything, more like whimpering,” he explained. “I’ve been quite careful with your body. Stretching your passage hurt, but it is why I went so slowly.”

Hermione gasped at her spouse’s all too knowledgeable description. “Is that part of your Death Eater past?” she challenged, squirming at the odd fullness deep inside her body. Each time she squirmed, she could feel his hard member stretching the back and sides of new, foreign territory within. The sensation was... intriguing.

“Not mine, personally,” he said and Hermione could see nothing more would be added to that avenue of inquiry. “This is only the beginning, you know,” he added, shifting his hips in a small circle to emphasize his meaning in case she was truly such a novice she didn’t know where things went from there.

Hermione closed her eyes briefly at the tight, circling invasion where she hadn’t even known there had been a space waiting to be filled. Not that far inside, anyway. The too-stretched sensation was fading and she relaxed slightly. Heavens! What did he want from her? He ignored her, rudely corrected her at every turn, enticed her into rubbing his bum, made her wallow in every lascivious nerve ending she owned, then forced his hard body into hers without compunction. Now he was smiling with the serenity of an angel. She didn’t understand him at all.

A second, unannounced lunge even deeper into her body made Hermione gasp; her hands closed convulsively around Lucius’ biceps as he held himself off her on his elbows, curling his pelvis upward and cramming his penis further into the minute crevasse of his wife. When he had her shocked attention he began a slow glissando, retreating from her tight, strangling tube. She held her breath, afraid to move and generate that blinding pain again, but the sensation her strained channel was sending to her now wasn’t pain so much as an unbearable twanging of some inner nerve center. Only a ghost of the former hurt remained at her entrance.

As Lucius continued to withdraw his body from hers, the relief from the stretching of her entrance sent sharp shudders rippling out and she inhaled fearfully, waiting for the return of that moment of agony to overwhelm her again. She felt him pause and then press forward again, bringing the inner stretching back, but this time it was a salacious tingling rather than a torment. Hermione relaxed her pelvic muscles some and the sensation grew more intense. Against her mind’s will, her body lifted itself into the thrust of her husband’s large staff. She looked up at Lucius in wonder and saw him watching her face intently as he trespassed within her once again.

“Lucius,” she whispered, entranced by the pervasive pillaging of her every faculty; his beauty, his control, his masculine scent, his touch – she raised her face and licked his throat – even his taste, all were weaving her lover phantasm into ascendance over her again and she fell back into the dream of being conquered, submitting to the domination of a lover who wanted her alone. This time his face was her husband’s and she didn’t care at all.

Lucius relaxed into the familiar path of sexual gratification that was an old friend to him and he suspected entirely new to her. One lover! he scoffed to himself. Whoever it was hadn’t so much as found the right hole. The trauma of breaching that tight an opening was over and neither of them would have to suffer through it again. She would never believe he had suffered at all, but she would be wrong. It had been like a centaur trying to fuck a Chihuahua. They were both going to need some numbing ointment. Later.

Maybe he should have tried to prepare her more with his fingers, but she had goaded him with her attempt to take over the dominant position in their lovemaking with those fingernails embedded in his butt. Both his fingernail-abraded back and his bitten shoulder were now questioning the idea of having an aggressive wife in the sack. Maybe he wasn’t remembering the bad points of Bellatrix’s sexual assault. Or maybe…maybe he had just gotten old, but it his scratches hurt a lot more than he remembered them doing when he was a young, randy Death Eater.

In any case, now he had their encounter firmly back in his control and he was going to make certain his new wife saw the value in letting loose and submitting to him. Lucius took a breath and picked up the pace of his penetration, hearing her little mewls of astonished reaction as she learned just what his body could do for hers. Lucius smiled with satisfaction as he drove into her in increasingly powerful strokes, occasionally varying the strokes with tantalizing swirls of his pelvis.

He was unaccountably beginning to like her appellation of monster - if he was a monster, he was her monster, all hers. Maybe she would come to understand that someday. It was a relief that he could let go of the word as a trigger to his temper now that he saw it as a term of endearment – and wouldn’t that irritate the hell out of his wife.

His body bent to its work and his powerful back muscles bunched with his rhythmic thrusts, slapping his mate’s tush with his heavy sac at each hard slam. He felt her slim thighs rise and circle his waist, her ankles crossing at the small of his back and he increased the force of his strokes, the head of his cock finding the back of her sopping sheath as he thrust and circled. Lucius closed his eyes against the tantalizing, but distracting sight of her jiggling breasts as he delivered himself into her.

Hermione was merely trying to hang on to the powerful lunges now. Her entire focus was centered somewhere inside below her navel and attached to her clit where each thrust brought a riveting shock of intense pleasure pain to the newly non-virgin witch. Her body was spiraling out of her control and her faint cries of entreaty only added fuel to the force her husband was mercilessly leveling against her.

“Please, please, please,” Hermione bit her lip, but a moan escaped as she began restlessly thrashing her head from side to side, utterly undone by the relentless pounding by her mate. “Oh, nooooo,” her voice climbed into a higher register as her body tightened in futile protection.

Too soon, he heard the rising pitch of her cries and he knew she was being pushed into her second orgasm. Lucius whispered encouragement in her ear, “Scream for me again, sweet, let go and scream.” He reached between them to flick her swollen nerve button to push her into the abyss. If she just didn’t do that fingernail thing to his butt again, he would be able to send her over and withstand his own crisis so he could coax her into yet another climax...

As if she heard his unspoken worry, Hermione mindlessly clutched his pumping backside and held on with her fingernails as she was tossed into the maelstrom once again. She scored his glutes bloody as she screamed and Lucius went rigid, fighting to keep from losing his concentration and knowing it was all over for him, too.

He drove deep with his final desperate, demented strokes wishing he could bury his whole body in her. Lucius swiftly sank inside one last time and held his full length deep, biting his lip as he lost control and spewed his seed in a pulsing flood that seemed to go on forever. His greater size was no proof against the power of the storm and he shuddered passionately with the turbulence he had caused.

Many minutes later Lucius roused from his position over the small woman still reflexively clutching his rear in her own slumbering stupor. Next time he was going to clip her pointy little fingernails before sex; the thin, abraded furrows on his butt cheeks were throbbing in time with his heartbeats. Now he was going to need the numbing ointment as much as she did. Lucius rolled to her side and quietly whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry,” before promptly dropped off to sleep, too exhausted to Accio the numbing ointment for them both.


tbc...


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The first lemon harvest of many. 8-)

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