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Lucius\'s Mistress
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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3
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
11,520
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
His Sex
Author\'s Notes: I feel it is important to state here, before the story begins, that this story has brutal sex, the second chapter has bondage that could make a guy cringe. Both chapters deal with forcing someone to do something that they aren\'t really wanting. Enjoy.
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She lay across her bed, shivering, her hands rubbing the bruises on her wrists in the shape of Lucius\' Fingers. Every time he left her house to return to his wife\'s side, she counted her blessings that she had never married him. She enjoyed being his mistress, but she couldn\'t imagine having sex with him daily. Her body would still be suffering for another three days. But this time she decided to show him a bit of pain, to give back what he kept giving her,
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He didn\'t grace her doorsteps for another two weeks. No notice, as usual. She had just stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around her slim, fit and firm body. Her long blond hair clung to the shape of her back. She didn\'t know he was there until she stood in front of the mirror. She saw his reflection smiling at her. She stifled a small cry; he scared her, after all. She wasn\'t expecting him. She spun around and glared at him, her eyes narrowed.
\"Of all the nerve Lucius Malfoy! Do I not even get a warning?\" Her voice was naturally soft, to sound mad took effort.
\"Warning? Why? You already showered for me.\" He smiled sweetly at her, just an act.
Her wrists were still a light bluish-black from last time.
He stood up and walked to her, looking first at her wrists, placing his fingers over the fading marks. His hand removed the towel, dropping it. He admired the remains of the last time. Fading teeth marks around her nipples and handprints on her thighs from where he pulled her back as he thrust into her. He knew that her ass was still slightly bruised. It was inside her he was curious about. He had slammed into her so fast, so hard, last time that by the time he was done; all she had done was cry and scream in pain. He had given her money to see a doctor when the pain hadn\'t left her three days later.
Luckily, the doctor asked no questions as he told her that she was extremely bruised and to wait 4 weeks before having sex again. But here he was after only 2 weeks wanting sex again. Her mind shot to that fact and she shivered slightly worried.
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\"Lay on the bed. I want to get to the point.\" Lucius dictated.
She remained where she was. She knew him well enough to know that he didn\'t want it easy. He reached out, grasping her arms and jerking her towards the bed, back-handing her across the face, forcing her with a soft thud.
\"On your stomach.\"
She did so. She felt the bed shift with his weight a moment before he tied the blindfold over her eyes. He didn\'t tie her hands down; he enjoyed pinning them too much. He got off the bed. She lay still. It was as if nothing moved in the room, and then she felt it. The lash landing on the back of her legs. She tried to bite her tongue, but the lash landed again and again. She tried not to count the lashes or think of the blood that she felt when the lashing stopped. She tried not to think of the blood that she felt seeping over the cuts. And after forever, when the lashing stopped, she tried not to think of what was next.
She felt the weight on the bed before his hand pressed against her bent ass, spreading her checks. She felt the crop of the whip sliding down her crack, resting on her tight, unlubricated backdoor. He shoved once, she cried out, a scream of agony, he smiled as he shoved again, breaking the dry door, she screamed in pain as he fucked her with the crop. He was blissfully aware of the pain and only thrust it in six or seven times before removing it, wrenching it out in one jerk. She cried out. His cock pounded against his pants.
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He undressed quickly. He pulled out a black velvet hair tie and tightly wrapped it around his balls. He climbed on top of her, aiming the tip of his rather large cock with her now bloody hole and let his weight drop, impaling her aching body with his dick. She cried out, trying to move way as he settled himself on his knees on top of her, thrusting deeply, harshly over and over again. Each thrust in her he felt the grip her hole had on his cock loosen, the width of his cock forcing it to open. He felt the giant give-away right away, not just from the sudden loosening around his cock, but from her scream of pure pain. He knew he had ripped her. He smiled- she would end up with stitches.
He turned her over, using his legs to force hers wide apart. He aimed his cock up to her pussy, the blood from her ass still on his dick. He wanted that to be the lubrication. He grabbed her ankles, placing them on his shoulders and leaned forward, the head of his swollen penis pushing into tightly clinched cunt. She told herself to relax. His hands trailed up her arms, resting on her wrists, pinning them right above her head, elbows bent.
He leaned down and bit into her neck as he slammed his cock into her. She wiggled under him; he thrust harder, biting harder as well. She bit down on her lip, not letting it get to her. He continued to slam into her already bruised body, she could taste the blood from her lip, and he could taste the blood from her neck.
She lost all felling in her wrists as his grip cut it off. All she felt was the continued pounding, never letting up, and the pain too great. She let go of her lip and just screamed as the pain ripped through her. She screamed until she blacked out.
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He felt her body slacken and let go of her wrists, reaching down and releasing his poor balls from the hair tie, cum shooting into her right away. He looked her over before biting into her breasts, grasping them hard to leave bruises. He wanted his whore marked. Whore, a bit strong of a word. He was, after all, the only sex she knew. He intended to keep it that way. He knew she was too scared to leave him.
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Want more? Review and let me know. I\'m willing to continue the story past the two chapters I have written if enough people review and ask!!
~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~~
She lay across her bed, shivering, her hands rubbing the bruises on her wrists in the shape of Lucius\' Fingers. Every time he left her house to return to his wife\'s side, she counted her blessings that she had never married him. She enjoyed being his mistress, but she couldn\'t imagine having sex with him daily. Her body would still be suffering for another three days. But this time she decided to show him a bit of pain, to give back what he kept giving her,
***************************************************
He didn\'t grace her doorsteps for another two weeks. No notice, as usual. She had just stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around her slim, fit and firm body. Her long blond hair clung to the shape of her back. She didn\'t know he was there until she stood in front of the mirror. She saw his reflection smiling at her. She stifled a small cry; he scared her, after all. She wasn\'t expecting him. She spun around and glared at him, her eyes narrowed.
\"Of all the nerve Lucius Malfoy! Do I not even get a warning?\" Her voice was naturally soft, to sound mad took effort.
\"Warning? Why? You already showered for me.\" He smiled sweetly at her, just an act.
Her wrists were still a light bluish-black from last time.
He stood up and walked to her, looking first at her wrists, placing his fingers over the fading marks. His hand removed the towel, dropping it. He admired the remains of the last time. Fading teeth marks around her nipples and handprints on her thighs from where he pulled her back as he thrust into her. He knew that her ass was still slightly bruised. It was inside her he was curious about. He had slammed into her so fast, so hard, last time that by the time he was done; all she had done was cry and scream in pain. He had given her money to see a doctor when the pain hadn\'t left her three days later.
Luckily, the doctor asked no questions as he told her that she was extremely bruised and to wait 4 weeks before having sex again. But here he was after only 2 weeks wanting sex again. Her mind shot to that fact and she shivered slightly worried.
******************************************************
\"Lay on the bed. I want to get to the point.\" Lucius dictated.
She remained where she was. She knew him well enough to know that he didn\'t want it easy. He reached out, grasping her arms and jerking her towards the bed, back-handing her across the face, forcing her with a soft thud.
\"On your stomach.\"
She did so. She felt the bed shift with his weight a moment before he tied the blindfold over her eyes. He didn\'t tie her hands down; he enjoyed pinning them too much. He got off the bed. She lay still. It was as if nothing moved in the room, and then she felt it. The lash landing on the back of her legs. She tried to bite her tongue, but the lash landed again and again. She tried not to count the lashes or think of the blood that she felt when the lashing stopped. She tried not to think of the blood that she felt seeping over the cuts. And after forever, when the lashing stopped, she tried not to think of what was next.
She felt the weight on the bed before his hand pressed against her bent ass, spreading her checks. She felt the crop of the whip sliding down her crack, resting on her tight, unlubricated backdoor. He shoved once, she cried out, a scream of agony, he smiled as he shoved again, breaking the dry door, she screamed in pain as he fucked her with the crop. He was blissfully aware of the pain and only thrust it in six or seven times before removing it, wrenching it out in one jerk. She cried out. His cock pounded against his pants.
****************************************************
He undressed quickly. He pulled out a black velvet hair tie and tightly wrapped it around his balls. He climbed on top of her, aiming the tip of his rather large cock with her now bloody hole and let his weight drop, impaling her aching body with his dick. She cried out, trying to move way as he settled himself on his knees on top of her, thrusting deeply, harshly over and over again. Each thrust in her he felt the grip her hole had on his cock loosen, the width of his cock forcing it to open. He felt the giant give-away right away, not just from the sudden loosening around his cock, but from her scream of pure pain. He knew he had ripped her. He smiled- she would end up with stitches.
He turned her over, using his legs to force hers wide apart. He aimed his cock up to her pussy, the blood from her ass still on his dick. He wanted that to be the lubrication. He grabbed her ankles, placing them on his shoulders and leaned forward, the head of his swollen penis pushing into tightly clinched cunt. She told herself to relax. His hands trailed up her arms, resting on her wrists, pinning them right above her head, elbows bent.
He leaned down and bit into her neck as he slammed his cock into her. She wiggled under him; he thrust harder, biting harder as well. She bit down on her lip, not letting it get to her. He continued to slam into her already bruised body, she could taste the blood from her lip, and he could taste the blood from her neck.
She lost all felling in her wrists as his grip cut it off. All she felt was the continued pounding, never letting up, and the pain too great. She let go of her lip and just screamed as the pain ripped through her. She screamed until she blacked out.
*****************************************************
He felt her body slacken and let go of her wrists, reaching down and releasing his poor balls from the hair tie, cum shooting into her right away. He looked her over before biting into her breasts, grasping them hard to leave bruises. He wanted his whore marked. Whore, a bit strong of a word. He was, after all, the only sex she knew. He intended to keep it that way. He knew she was too scared to leave him.
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Want more? Review and let me know. I\'m willing to continue the story past the two chapters I have written if enough people review and ask!!