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Soft beats of pleasure rippled through Hermione, dancing along every nerve ending in the slowest of waltzes. As much as she loved riding the eventual crest, there was no denying that Hermione enjoyed a drawn-out journey just as much. In fact, she craved it.
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, Hermione attempted to stifle her moans. But as the tongue currently flicking over her already sensitive clit kept a steady rhythm, the endeavour was practically futile. As her body leaned into the crescendo, pleasure trickling all the way to the tips of her toes, soft whimpers slipped past her lips.
“Really, darling, you couldn’t wait just a bit longer for me? What a pity.”
Hermione’s eyes, which had been tightly squeezed as she steadily approached her orgasm, snapped open. Tilting her head so that her cheek rested on the luxurious satin of the pillowcase beneath her, Hermione met the intruder’s silver gaze. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on the cane while pulling it out from between her legs.
Lucius Malfoy tutted his displeasure as he strode toward where she lay on the bed. The beat of her heart increased with every step his dragonhide booted feet took toward her, anticipation lacing each beat.
“I thought you were going to be a good girl tonight.”
Hearing that pet name sent a spark of ecstasy coursing through her veins and made her core pulse with further desire. As if they were moving of their own accord, Hermione’s hands manoeuvred the cane back toward her cunt.
He had other plans in mind, of course.
With a brisk snap of his fingers, the Malfoy heirloom vanished from her grip and reappeared in Lucius’s hands. Hermione couldn’t stop the soft groan that rattled from her throat at the loss. But the disappointment was quickly replaced when her interest was piqued by the hungry look in his eyes.
Lucius stared at the infamous snake head of the cane, his piercing eyes glinting in what Hermione could only assume was approval. Raising the cane closer to eye level, he ran the tip of his finger along the serpentine figure. It was only then that Hermione noticed how her own arousal coated the metal, causing it to glisten in the light from the candles that hit it. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the wetness begin to coat Lucius’s finger.
“You are a clever little witch, aren’t you?”
His attention was focused on the serpent’s tongue as it flicked the tip of his finger – just as it did to Hermione’s clit only moments prior.
Heat rose to the surface of her skin, her cheeks blooming into a rosy blush. Partly from Lucius’s praise of her cleverness, and partly at the fact that she had been caught charming his cane to perform such an act. Hermione knew that she should have waited for him to come home. She truly had no reason not to, other than her sheer curiosity of charming the serpent’s tongue to flick in just the perfect way.
Lucius said nothing more as he strode across the room, still gripping the cane as his eyes trailed her body from head to toe as if he were a predator eyeing his prey — all Hermione wanted was for him to absolutely devour her.
When he stood only inches away from her, Hermione felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Lucius lifted his hand and took a few strands of her hair between his fingers. He twisted them around the digits before gathering the rest of her curls and brushing them across her shoulder until they draped down her back. Though she wanted to keep her attention on him, Hermione couldn’t stop her eyes from closing and her head from tilting when he ghosted his fingers along the side of her neck and across her shoulder until he came to the thin strap of her lingerie.
“Did you get dressed up for me, or for the cane?”
Opening her eyes was unnecessary; Hermione could hear the smirk dripping from his sarcastic words.
“You,” she said, the end of the word turning into a moan as he toyed with it, running his fingertip along the fabric a few times before dipping beneath the strap.
Just as he began resuming the same trail, this time along her bare skin, Lucius dropped his head down to the crook of Hermione’s neck. Another whimper escaped her when he pressed his lips against her skin, his other hand running the snake head of his cane down her side until he could slip it beneath the lace hem of her lingerie.
Soft kisses were peppered along the expanse of her exposed decolletage, his lips just barely grazing her skin. A heated blush rose to the surface in the wake of each kiss, and as the seconds passed, Hermione found herself becoming more aroused – if that were even possible. If she had been wearing any knickers, they surely would have been utterly ruined. As it were, the midnight blue babydoll was the only article of clothing adorning her body, and there was no stopping her inner thighs from becoming even slicker with arousal.
Lucius leisurely pulled the strap until it fell off her shoulder, while still gingerly kissing along Hermione’s neck. Her skin broke out in chills at the tenderness of his actions, but Hermione needed more.
“Please.”
Dark chuckles fell from his lips and caressed her skin as he twisted the cane so that the serpent’s head covered her core once more. Hermione’s heart stuttered when his teeth nipped at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. The coils of desire tightened further as she longed for him to bite down with even more force.
“What do you want?” he murmured into her ear, his fingers now trailing along the edge of the lace lying across the tops of her breasts before dragging them down the middle of her torso. “You seemed to be doing just fine on your own before. You must not need me anymore.”
Overtaking the building arousal, dismay crept into Hermione when Lucius pulled himself away, leaving only the cane touching her. With a swift turn of his wrist, he placed the serpentine tongue directly over her clit. Before Hermione had the chance to think, let alone say anything, the charmed snake began speaking in sinful tongues against her core.
“No,” she moaned, reaching out to grab the front of his robes. “I want you.”
With that, Hermione tightened her fingers around the expensive material and used all of her strength as she pulled Lucius toward herself. She didn’t get very far in her endeavour, however, for in the blink of an eye, the cane was wrenched from between her legs and a pair of strong hands gripped her waist.
Before she knew what was happening, Lucius pulled Hermione up so that her feet were now planted on the floor with her body facing the bed. He placed one hand on the back of her shoulder and pushed until she was bent forward and lying on the bed. A moan sounded deep in the back of her throat as the mattress dipped beside her head when he braced himself and leaned over her. The silk of her lingerie did nothing to hide the hardened bulge straining against his robes as he positioned himself against her backside. But it wasn’t enough for Hermione, so she pushed back into Lucius, desperate to feel every single inch of him.
“Patience,” he murmured, gently gathering her curls in his hand and sweeping them to the side, leaving her neck exposed to him.
His lips pressed against the base of her neck, softly kissing her freckled skin. As he began to pepper his affections along the length of her spine, Hermione found it becoming increasingly difficult to breathe properly. When his lips reached the base of her spine, he stopped kissing her skin through the silk. Hermione softly mewled in protest when he pulled away, but it swiftly transformed into a low moan when he gripped the hem of her lingerie. With an agonisingly slow pace, he pushed the material up, gradually revealing the curve of her bare arse.
Once the silk pooled around her waist, Lucius leaned back, admiring her. Every inch of Hermione’s skin was inflamed, simply begging to be touched. She shifted her hips, desperately seeking even the smallest bit of relief from the throbbing between her legs, but swiftly stopped when he placed his hands on her pert arse, palming the flesh.
“You’re a messy little thing, aren’t you?”
His words were accompanied by his fingers gingerly running through the slick left on her inner thighs. Hermione took her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard to stop herself from begging for more from him. His hands massaging her was all it took for Hermione’s legs to begin trembling — he hadn’t even needed to touch her where she needed him most.
“Already so wet. Such a good little slut for me.”
He ran the tip of his finger along the seam of her cunt, barely grazing the skin and doing absolutely nothing to ease her ache.
“Please.”
Hermione’s voice was muffled by the luxurious comforter on the bed as the side of her face was pressed against it. Swivelling her hips, she raised onto her tiptoes, trying to coax him into touching her again, needing him to dip his finger into her folds this time, not just caressing the outer part of her.
“Please, what?”
He ghosted his lips across the curve of her arse as his finger traced along her cunt again, his pressure even lighter than before.
“Please. More. Anything.”
With his mouth still touching her skin, Hermione could feel the smirk that spread across his face at her plea. Before she could do or say anything else, he rolled her over until she lay flat on her back. Her lingerie stayed pooled around her waist, leaving her core exposed.
Silver eyes darkened into a grey so deep, they were almost black, when he focused his attention between her legs. Though the limbs weren’t fully open, Hermione felt the urge to close them tightly, because only he ever looked at her with such carnal – something she still hadn’t gotten used to. But he wouldn’t allow that, of course.
Trailing his hands along the tops of her thighs, Lucius lifted his gaze away from her cunt and locked eyes with Hermione. She felt a blush break out across her entire body, warming her skin to the very touch, as he dropped to his knees before her. Once his fingers danced around each knee, he took hold of them and unhurriedly spread her legs apart.
“Are you sure you don’t want the cane instead?”
Hermione’s frustration grew at the slightly mocking tone in his questioning.
This is exactly why I should have just waited…
“Stop teasing me,” was all she could mutter through her agitation. Though Hermione should have known better than to give such a command to a wizard like Lucius Malfoy.
Keeping his eyes on Hermione’s face, he turned his head until he could press his lips along the skin of her inner thigh. When he began peppering affections across the expanse of exposed skin, Hermione’s breath hitched before a low mewl escaped her lips. Turning his attention to her other thigh, he allowed his tongue to run along her skin. He left a wet trail on her leg as he slowly made his way to her cunt.
“I thought you liked being teased,” he whispered sultrily against her skin.
With her anticipation steadily rising, Hermione only shook her head, dark curls splaying around her head.
“Hmm, well that’s just too bad, then.”
With one snap of his fingers, her lingerie vanished.
The embers of desire that had been steadily stoking back to life now erupted into searing flames when she felt the tip of his tongue trace the seam of her cunt, just as his fingers had done previously. Strong hands found homage on the innermost parts of her thighs, and his thumbs gently landed on her lips, spreading Hermione’s most intimate spot to him.
When he slowly yet firmly licked a stripe along the length of her cunt, Hermione gasped. Her hands went straight to his clothed shoulders, fingers digging in so firmly she feared she would tear his robes while her back arched slightly off the bed. Not a single coherent thought ran through her mind other than one simple word: more.
Which was exactly what she received.
He dipped his tongue into her dripping opening, gathering as much of her arousal as he could before bringing it up to where he circled her clit. Electric sparks shot down her legs at the immeasurable pleasure he pulled from her. Her legs began to shake under his ministrations, and when he slipped a single digit inside of her, she cried out in ecstasy. And when he flicked the tip of his tongue over the bundle of nerves? That drove Hermione to the precipice of pure euphoria.
Lucius sucked her clit into his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking over it as he did so. Already so turned on, it didn’t take long until Hermione’s legs were shaking with her impending orgasm, on the brink of falling over that edge. But just as she was about to lose herself to that absolute pleasure, he stopped the movement of his tongue against her, inhibiting her orgasm from cresting. Hermione cried out, aching for release from the coiling tension in her core.
‘Wh-“ Hermione breathed out harshly. “Why did you stop?”
He chuckled darkly against her core, his tongue dipping into her and gathering her arousal.
“I think you need to be taught a lesson. I’m the only one who gets to play with that pretty little pussy.”
Hermione let out a long sigh of frustration, desperate for something from him. Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes, needing to allow her release to flow through her. After a few moments of laboured breathing, she felt his tongue against her once more. He pressed the tip of it firmly against her clit, quickly flicking his tongue over her. Once again, Hermione’s breathing began to come in short gasps as she quickly approached her climax again.
For the second time, Lucius pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking hard on it as his fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs. Pleasure rolled throughout her entire body, building up to that ecstasy she longed to take for herself. But just as her pleasure was about to crash over her, he stopped.
Again.
Fuck.
The tears that had gathered in her eyes started to leak from the corners while a small whimper escaped her throat. Hermione tangled her fingers into the long, silky blond locks and attempted to pull his mouth back onto her cunt.
“You wanted a tongue ravaging your little clit so badly that you charmed my cane instead of just waiting for me. So, now you’re going to wait until I feel like letting you come.” His declaration was followed by a sharp bite on her inner thigh.
Hardly comprehending his words, Hermione lifted her hips off the bed again, desperate for him to continue touching her. She gave a cry of relief when she felt two of his fingers slide into her. Lucius’s thumb gently rubbed circles over her sensitive clit as he pumped his fingers, curling them up against her front wall with each little thrust. He kissed along her inner thighs, alternating between nipping at her skin and running his tongue over the little bite marks that he made.
“I love how fucking drenched you get for me.”
Another lusty moan escaped from her as she moved her hips against his hand, searching for something a little more – harder thrusts, a firmer touch on her clit. Lucius smiled against her thigh and gave her what she wanted.
Hermione’s breathing once again came in gasps as an immeasurable pleasure started to spike within her. Her hands found their way to rest on his shoulders, and she dug her nails into them, wishing that his robes weren’t creating a barrier to his skin.
“Oh god,” she moaned through her stuttered breathing. “Oh god, I’m close…”
“Do you want to come, baby girl?”
If she hadn’t been about to lose herself to pure ecstasy, Hermione may have scoffed at him for asking such a ridiculous question. But her mind wasn’t focused on anything other than how he was making her feel.
“Yes, fuck. Please. Make me come, Lucius.”
“Oh no, little one,” he darkly chuckled as he stilled his movements before removing his hand from her completely. “You were so close there, darling, but you know you’re supposed to ask. I’m the only one who gets to make demands.”
Hermione let out a full-on sob at this point as tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks. “No. No, no, no… Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again. I promise I'll be good.”
Lucius groaned against her skin, his head still between her thighs.
“You want to be my good little slut?”
Hermione was still begging above him, a string of pleas constantly streaming from her as she agreed with him. He crawled up so that he was hovering above her, and he gently pressed his clothed body down onto her completely naked one. Her pleas cut off when his lips touched her own. She immediately opened her mouth to him, tongue sliding out to meet his. Her fingers began to work on pushing away his robes, wanting to feel his skin against hers.
Once his clothes were discarded from his body, their kiss turned ravenous. It was wanton and bruising. Tongues battled for dominance as Lucius curled his hand behind her knee and pulled Hermione’s leg until it wrapped around his waist. Hermione gripped his hair, never ceasing her assault on his mouth as she ground her hips into him, eliciting a groan from Lucius when his painfully hard cock slipped between her slick folds. As the head rubbed over her clit, Hermione gasped into his mouth, breaking their kiss.
He took the opportunity to attach his mouth to her neck. Lucius continued to languidly drag his cock through her folds, ensuring he always nudged her clit, as he assaulted her skin. Tingles shot through every nerve ending in Hermione’s body as he nipped and sucked on her neck, surely leaving a trail of marks as he made his way down.
Hermione let out a small yelp when Lucius sank his teeth into the supple skin above her breasts, his hand tenderly cupping one. She couldn’t help the groan that escaped her when he ran his thumb across her nipple. Lucius captured the other bud between his lips. The pressure on his scalp increased when Hermione pulled his hair again as he suckled on her sensitive skin, his tongue flicking against the pebbled peak. Continuing his sweet assault, Lucius’s hand kneaded her other breast. Fingers pinching and pulling at her nipple to mimic the actions of his mouth and elicit a lusty chorus of his name from Hermione’s lips.
“Are you ready to come on my cock like the dirty little girl you are? I bet you’re just dying for my cum to fill you up, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I need it. Fuck me. Please.”
He muttered a curse into the supple skin of her breast at her sultry plea. Too impatient to wait for him, Hermione slipped her hand between them, reaching down until she could wrap her fingers around the base of his cock. Her hand easily slid over his length as she pumped him a few times, already coated with the slick of her arousal. She lined him up so that the tip of his cock sat at her entrance, but didn’t move any further. Instead, she kissed the spot beneath his ear before she whispered into it.
“Fill me with your cum. Breed me.”
Any semblance of control Lucius had been holding instantly vanished at her words. His hips bucked involuntarily, pushing the head of his cock into her cunt. Letting out a moan, Hermione dug her heel into the back of his thigh, silently begging him to fully sheathe himself within her.
Lucius slowly pushed into her. Her cunt clenched around his cock with every further notch he made. Waves of intense pleasure shuddered through her body, stealing the breath from her lungs. When he was seated to the hilt inside of her, he stilled completely.
With a bruising kiss, he slowly pulled out until only the tip stayed encased in her wet heat. “You want me to breed you? You want to carry the next Malfoy heir?” he moaned the inquiry as he pushed back in just as slowly. Hermione let out a mewl of pleasure when he was fully encased within her.
“Yes.”
That was all he needed to lose every last little ounce of control. Lucius began to thrust harder, and Hermione’s mewls transformed into wanton cries of pleasure, every nerve ending in her body standing on end with ecstasy. His hand travelled down the length of her body, stopping quickly to gently pinch at her peaked nipples before hooking his hand behind her knee. He unwrapped her leg from his waist and pushed it up so that her knee was bent and pressed against her shoulder.
They both released low groans of euphoric bliss at the depth this new angle allowed him to slide into her. Hermione felt the coil tightening in her core as she approached her impending release that she would finally be able to reach. When Lucius buried his face into the crook of her neck, his breath coming in stuttered gasps against her skin, she knew that he must be close, too.
Lucius moved the hand holding her leg up and danced his fingers along her skin until they reached where the two were joined. He firmly circled her clit, and Hermione’s cunt clenched down on his cock, almost pulling his release from him.
“Come for me, Hermione,” he murmured against her lips as his thrusts became erratic the closer he got to his own climax. “I want to feel you clench around my cock before I fill you with my seed. Come for me.”
It only took a few more deep thrusts until she was doing just that, his name pouring from her mouth like a prayer as she found heaven in his skin, white-hot ecstasy erupting at every sensory point in her body. With just a few more thrusts, Lucius’s hips stilled against her, buried to the hilt with his cock twitching inside her cunt as he emptied his release with a low groan of her name.
For a few moments, neither one of them moved as they tried to catch their breath, occasionally letting out soft moans when Hermione’s cunt fluttered around his softening cock with the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms. Lucius languidly kissed her neck, bringing her leg back down to the mattress before slowly slipping out of her.
He had barely rolled over to lie on his back when Hermione nuzzled herself into his side. Resting her head on his bare chest, she threw her arm over him. Chills danced across her skin when Lucius gently ran his fingers through her curls and scratched lightly at her scalp.
“What am I going to do with you?” he murmured in amusement before pressing a kiss atop her head.
“Love me forever?”
Hermione felt his smile and the magic that sparked to life at the thought of it.
“But of course.”