Heat

Heat

Lucius was used to the heat of Greece. He truly was, but that fact did not stop him from shedding as many clothes as he could at night when he slept. He lay across his bed, reveling in the ocean breeze that blew in from the window and around his exposed cock and balls. He took himself in hand. At seventee, he knew his body well. He manipulated himself until his balls held a heavy ache and his cock was weeping copiously. He pulled up on his cock, once, twice then groaned in an ecstasy of frustration as he came.

Damn his father and his policies on premarital sex. No doubt, right now, the old man was balls deep in the maid. The thought of the girl, barely seventeen, with her large hips and narrow waist, made him stir again. He would never sleep at this rate. He grabbed his cock again, using his ejaculate as a lubricant and concentrated on the fantasy that had driven his need this summer.

The girl, Katya, her black hair wild, lay underneath him, legs open. First he would pump her with his fingers. He knew how to bring her off. He had done that many times with Narcissa. Then, he would eat her, his tongue swirling in her black hair, sucking the juices that fell from her. Her hips would jerk in rhythm to his tongue, he would nibble and suck until she sang, her broken English interspersed with Greek curses as she spurred him to fuck her. He would let his body fall to her side, and he would pull her over him, letting her sink over his cock, filling her to the point of pain. She would gasp his name with her heavy accent, calling him Master as she did.

Lucius came again as his fantasy ended.

He slept finally, still not satisfied, but unable to keep his eyes open any longer.

&&&

He was sitting in the library, flipping desultorily through a Dark Arts text when the object of his lustful thoughts entered. She smiled nervously at him and he quirked an eyebrow at her. Oh, if she only knew the sweaty ways he would take her, she would run, screaming from the villa. Lucius watched as she bent over to straighten a rug, her plump cheeks covered by a gauzy material that revealed more than it concealed. Lucius could almost smell her pussy as she practically wiggled it in his face. He suppressed a groan as his cock sprung to life, tenting his casual robes in an unmistakable way. Katya, still bent, looked through her plump arms at him. “Meester Lucius, do you need something?”

He ground down on his teeth, supressing the urge to scream yes. If his father were still in residence, a long bout of Crucio would be pleasure compared to the tortures he would find for Lucius' disobedience. The maid stood, letting the sleeve of her blouse slide down her shoulder. Lucius licked his lips as she sauntered toward him, her decollatage slipping further to expose one brown nipple. “Meester Lucius, do you have a fever? Let me see.”

She leaned over him, her exposed breast so near his mouth as she reached toward his forehead. Lucius groaned, the pain of his erection throbbing with his need. “Oh, I theenk you have a fever, one that Katya can take care of.”

She knelt between his knees, her full lips held in a pout as she opened his robes. She cupped his heavy testicles through his boxers,letting her mouth fall open. Lucius hissed as she began stroking him through the silk, her deft hands practiced in their movements. He lifted his hips as she began to slide his underwear down. The look of appreciation on her face as his empurpled cock sprung free was enough to cause Lucius to spend himself. He grabbed the base of his cock and turned away from the greedy look on the maid's face.

Suddenly her tongue flicked out, swiping the moisture from the tip of his weeping cock.

“Please... “ he croaked as her lips encompassed his engorged meat.

Then he woke. The maid was looking at him oddly. “Meester Lucius, are you ill?”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuckety fuck. Lucius cursed under his breath, the book on his lap covering his lapse. He snapped, “I'm fine. Why don't you find some other room to clean?”

She ducked her head in submission. “Yes, Meester.”

&&&

His father was away for the weekend. Lucius had planned to spend the weekend exploring some of the local Wizarding shops and sight-seeing, but Abraxas had placed wards around the villa that Lucius could not breech. It was Saturday morning and he was utterly bored, so he thought he may as well indulge in his second favorite past-time, surpassed only by Muggle and Mudblood-baiting. He took himself in hand, easing one hand around his balls and the other around his cock, when he felt a presence in the room.

Not again, he thought as he tried to shake himself awake. It was one thing to fantasize, another thing entirely to... shite.

Katya was standing in front of him, her mouth an O of surprise. “I'm sorry, Meester Lucius. I didn't mean to disturb you.”

His face heated and his cock flagged as he hurriedly flipped his robes down. “I—I'm sorry, I didn't know you would be working today. Please forgive...”

His embarrassed protestations were stopped by her lips as she sat on his lap, squirming into a more comfortable position. “Shhh... I've been watching you. All summer.”

She began unbuttoning his robes, pushing them aside hungrily as she ran her greedy hands through the sparse hair on his chest. She licked his nipples, erect from his earlier thoughts. Lucius moaned. “My father... “

“Ees old and just comes weeth a few pumps.” Katya nipped his chin, then down his throat. She stopped at his pebbled nipples, sucking until they hurt sweetly. “I theenk you weel last longer and be sweet like honey. Yes?”

Lucius did not know about the lasting longer, but his cock in her would certainly be sweet for at least one of them. She was working her way down to his cock, freed from his normal y-fronts earlier in the day. He had indulged himself before breakfast. Then her mouth was on his cock, the suction and the tonguing exquisite. He felt her hand on the base and she gave a squeeze, expertly arresting the surge Lucius had thought inevitable. She took him deeper in her mouth until her lips brushed his hair. Lucius could not stop the thrusting of his hips as she bobbed her head in rhythm. When he thought he could stand no more, he pulled her away from his cock by her hair. “Stand up.”

She did, and Lucius followed her. He took her gauzy Greek-style dress in both hands and ripped it off her, exposing her naked body to his eyes. He pushed her back to his father's desk, and buried his face in her cunt. She tasted just like she smelled, musky and dark. He lapped at her hole, sticking his tongue as far up her pussy as he could. She gasped then slid her fingers to her labia, parting it so he could see her engorged clit. He nuzzled it and she moved her hips impatiently so Lucius bit it, making her scream in pain and arousal. He eased the pain with a few tender swipes of his tongue and felt her shiver, her legs slipping open to allow him more access to her treasures. Lucius slid first one, then two fingers into her slick cunt as he nipped at her folds. Her fingers joined his and he almost lost control as they both made her come. She jerked her hips to his lips, riding the wave of her pleasure. Lucius stood and entered her, sliding his cock fully into her in one swift, smooth motion.

Oh, gods, the pleasure, he almost screamed as her lips and cunt pulsed around him. He recited potions ingredients in his mind until the urge to come tapered. He stroked in and out of her, each thrust more powerful than the last. He watched their joined bodies, hers honey and licorice, his vanilla and ice. Each thrust sent her further onto the desk, and elicited a moan, a scream or a yip. He wanted more.

He withdrew from her and order in his most commanding voice, “Turn over, I want to see your arse when I fuck you.”

She bent over the desk, ass in air, and waited for him to enter her. He stroked his cock along her slit, wishing he could take her like he had heard some of the other boys in Slytherin talk about. He spread her cheeks, looking at the puckered ring of muscle. She lifted her head, “You can have me any way you want, but geeve me your cock.”

Lucius cast a charm he had heard one of the boys say when he was talking about ass fucking his girlfriend. Her ringhole glistened invitingly and he began sliding into her as she pushed against him. The fit was tight and glorious, just like he had imagined. He thrust once and she screamed and pounded her fist on the desk. Emboldened, he rode her harder and faster than he had before, watching the glistening flesh of her arse undulate to the rhythm he set. He lost control of himself then, and as Katya gave one final screaming wail, he spurted into her, his come bathing her arse and beyond. He slumped over her, letting his blond hair mix with her black, kissing her back and neck between ragged breaths. Finally he came to himself, as his flaccid cock slid from her.

A noise from the hallway caused him to freeze. Abraxas was back. Lucius thought he might vomit. He scrambled for his clothes, casting a hasty cleansing charm as he donned them. Katya laughed. “Meester Abraxas, come een.”

Abraxas Malfoy entered the room, looking between the maid and his son, his eyes cold and assessing. He addressed the girl. “Is the deed done?'

She strode to the elder Malfoy, her pert breasts and ass jiggling in a way Lucius had admired only moments before. “Een a way. He wanted a few more pleasures than you paid for.”

Lucius fell bonelessly to the floor. “Father?”

Abraxas continued to speak to the maid, ignoring his son's questioning gaze. “Good, I would hate to think that my heir would not be able to bed his future wife. I was afraid that school had made him soft. You may service us both on alternate evenings. And make sure you cleanse yourself thoroughly afterward, I do not want my son's sloppy seconds. Proceed.”

Lucius blinked as Katya returned with her undulating walk. “You heard your father, we may proceed. Do you have any other fantasies, Meester Lucius?”

Lucius gasped as she sat in his lap, her damp curls arousing him once again. It was going to be a good summer.