Lucius & Catherine

Temerity


Bored. Yes, he was bored standing in another receiving line at the start of another damned Ministry function. This was the downside no one mentioned when one was appointed to the Board of Governor’s of that blasted school - being on call and trotted out on demand.

Sadly, there was not even any new talent to be found, just the same old fawning witches. Hold up. Who is that woman quickly approaching? Not anyone he recognized. He continued to greet people passing by while surreptitiously studying the woman.

Very few witches in his circle had truly auburn hair. Not the ginger of the lower classes, mind you. No, this was a deep, chestnut brown with glimpses of auburn and dark red as her head turned and the candlelight caught the reddish hues. It was most appealing. As if the passion of a redhead were hidden beneath the dark brown.

He nearly missed a few people passing through the line and brought his attention back to his purpose for being there - greeting other officials of the Ministry and their minions. Before he knew it, the Second Assistant Minister, Reginald Barrington, was before him and introducing the vision of loveliness.

“Lucius! Wonderful to see you. I am greatly pleased to find you, as I wanted to introduce the new Educational Liaison from America. Miss Catherine Bentley, may I present Lord Lucius Malfoy of the Board of Governor’s of Hogwarts.”

“Lord Malfoy, a pleasure,” she greeting him in a voice that spoke of passion and seduction. Her left hand lifted towards his.

As he bowed and brought her hand to his mouth, he responded. “At your service, madam.” With a short intake of breath, hoping to catch a whiff of perfume before kissing her hand, Lucius was glad to be bent over. Instead of perfume, the smell of female essence assaulted him.

A groan nearly escaped his mouth before his tongue took a quick taste under the guise of a quick kiss. The mischievous smile that played on her lips as he straightened was the turning point of the evening.

“Reginald, always a pleasure,” he nodded. “Madam Bentley, I look forward to discussing education with you later this evening.” Then he finally released her hand.

Much later he caught sight of the voluptuous witch out in the back garden. Perfect. No one else was around and there were many areas large enough for two people to remain unnoticed for a short assignation. His approach was quiet, but she did not show surprise when he was suddenly pressed against her backside and gently urging her further into the garden.

With the looks the woman had been giving him throughout the evening, either from afar or whilst engaged in conversation, Lucius decided to forgo the niceties in favor of a quick tryst.

“May I bring you to completion with my hands, fair lady?” he asked as his hands gently rubbed her firm behind.

“Are you always this forward, Lord Malfoy?” she responded, though her body leaned back against him.

His head bent and he whispered in her ear, “Only with witches whose hands smell like pussy.”

“Don’t forget taste like, too. I did notice the small lick you took,” she teased verbally, as her buttocks were pushed back against his hardening cock and flexed around it.

He turned his head to kiss along her neck as his hands went around her waist and began pulling up the front of her dress. “I much prefer to taste from the source, which you will allow me to do during our week at the school.”

She let out a soft moan as his hands caressed up her thighs and made contact with the wetness between them. “And why would I allow you such liberties, sir?”

Considering the position they were in, and her obvious excitement, the question was taken as a challenge. One gloved-hand held open her outer lips as the other made directly contact with her erect nub and began pulling on it. Her body relaxed into his as she began to make small noises and rub against him.

“Because you want this, you want me. If I can bring you to orgasm three times right now, you will allow me to have access to your luscious body during our stay at the school.” Lucius flattened his hand out and began rubbing her little pearl harder.

“It will begin on the train ride there,” he continued. “I will play with your wet little pussy and make you beg for release.”

“Yes, please,” was her soft response.

The manipulations continued and all that could be heard was their breathing and the squish of his gloves against her wetness. Lucius noticed her body start to stiffen and pushed her over the edge. “Then I will give you the release you crave and lick you clean, only to start all over again.”

He rutted against her backside and his hands sped up their motion. She let out a small yell and collapsed against him. Immediately, he turned her body sideways and lifted the back of her dress. “Lean over my leg,” he ordered. As she did so, his hand gently worked between her legs and his middle finger began to penetrate her. “Then I will have you kneel on the seat so I can fuck you from behind.” His finger began moving in and out while she rocked back against it.

In a matter of a few minutes, she was letting out another small yell. Lucius was having trouble removing his finger and could only imagine what her pussy would feel like wrapped so tightly around his cock when she came while he fucked her.

“Excellent,” he commented as he maneuvered her further into the darkness and onto a nearby bench. “Now, close your eyes for me.”

Catherine watched as he pulled his wand out of his cane. “Only a silencing spell, my dear. It would not do for us to be discovered, would it?” he asked while wordlessly casting the spell. She laid back on the bench in acquiescence as Lucius spread her legs further apart and carefully placed the snake head of his cane directly over her clit and whispered a spell.

After assuring that the snake’s mouth was indeed gently sucking, he leaned up to speak to her again. “Finally, I will lay you down on the bench, lick your dripping pussy, and suck your pearl until you beg me to stop.” A quick flick of his hand and the snake head was carrying out the deed.

Catherine started to moan and thrash about on the bench, getting closer to third orgasm. Once again, his middle finger entered her and began rubbing the spot inside he had read about. In just a few minutes, his glove, hand and sleeve were wetted as she screamed out his name.

Lucius stopped the movements of his cane and cast a cleaning spell on them both as she calmed herself. A quick glance at her face revealed slight embarrassment. “Nothing to be ashamed of, fair lady,” he reassured her. “If you gush like that while my cock is inside you, I promise your reward will be an hour of the most outstanding cunnilingus any woman has ever received.”

He finally removed his gloves and gently held the hood back while circling the now-sensitive nub with the forefinger of his other hand. She let out a small whimper. “Too sensitive, are we?” he asked, looking to her face. Her only answer was a short nod of the head. “Very well. Let me just ensure you will be ready for me during our visit.” A quick flick of his wand, and the small organ was encased in a metal container.

“Wh- what is that?” she cried out.

“Just a reminder that for the next few days you should cease your self-abuse and anticipate our liaison.”

Before she could protest, he was standing and walking away. Catherine could not even yell after him, as the silencing spell had not been lifted.

Well, that was most frustrating. For the both of them. Lucius was still tumescent and drew his robes around his body as soon as he heard Narcissa calling out for him from the patio doors.