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The Downfall of Greed	By : tcarlson Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 40824 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She ran right for the door. Fortunately, I was quick enough that I was able to lock it with a simple flick of my wand. She turned around, put her back against the door, and looked at me with frightened eyes.

“Come now, Miss. Granger. Enough of these juvenile games,” I said as I stalked toward her.

She ducked to the side and ran along the wall, putting space between us. The scene of Hermione Granger running around my bedroom naked would have actually been funny if I wasn’t getting quite annoyed with her antics.

“Come here this instant!” I ordered. She shook her head and backed up further, trapping herself in a corner. Unfortunate for her. Lucky for me. I rushed forward, effectively confining her to the corner with my body. She put her hands against my chest to try and keep me at a distance, but I used the opportunity to seize them and drag her toward the bed.

“No! Please, no!” she cried. “I’ll do anything you ask!”

I pushed her onto the bed. “I’m asking you to cooperate.”

“Anything but this! I’ll be better. I’ll behave. Please don’t do this!” she pleaded.

I crawled onto the bed, looming over her. She had pushed herself up against the headboard, trying to get as far away as possible on the confines of the bed. “Neither of us has a choice in this matter,” I told her as I spelled ropes around her hands that tied her to the bedposts. “But I plan on making the best of the situation. I gave you the opportunity to do so too.”

Satisfied that she wasn’t going anywhere, I leaned back to study her. She was nearly hyperventilating, her chest heaving with quick, shallow breaths. Tears streamed down her cheeks. I brushed her hair out of her face and let my touch trail down her body. Her eyes squeezed closed tight and she brought up her legs to try to push me away. I forced them back down and straddled her to prevent it from happening again.

I looked down at the young, supple body underneath me. If she had been a willing participant, I would have known exactly what to do next, which is to show her pleasure like she has never felt or would ever feel again. I admit that it may be surprising to find out that I am not a selfish lover. In fact, I find it more pleasurable when the woman is having a good time, too. How else do you think I attract so many women to my bed? With my looks and body, yes, but also by being generous. Word of my skills often travels fast.

Rape isn’t my thing. Oh yes, I’ll do it on the Dark Lord’s orders and I admit that I will enjoy it to a certain degree, but it’s much different when it’s quick and dirty at a Death Eater meeting and not at my leisure in my own bedroom with time to think and plan my next move. So I was at a loss. I didn’t know what to do next.

She must have sensed my hesitation because she said, “You don’t have to do this.”

Running my hands over her breasts, I replied, “But I must. And I will. I shall enjoy putting you in your place once and for all.”

Cupping her breasts, I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples. They hardened at my ministrations. Something else hardened as well. “See? You protest but your body still responds.”

She wiggled underneath me, attempting to dislodge my hands from her chest. It only aroused me further. Working on primal instinct now, I lowered my head and licked at the side of one luscious globe. She gasped in surprise and stilled as though if she were not to move, I would get bored and stop. I instead took the opportunity to take her nipple into my mouth and suck. Hard.

Her breath hitched. “If you just relax and listen to your body, I could make this pleasant for you,” I whispered into her ear.

She looked me in the eyes. Tears accumulated in the corners of them. “Don’t you know what that would do to my soul if I just gave in to you? It would be so much easier but I couldn’t live with myself if I betrayed Harry and the Order like that.”

During this little speech, I snaked my hand down the curves of her body and in between her legs. I slipped my finger through her soft mess of curls there and found her center. I gently stroked it. Moisture started to accumulate. She made a strained, high sound in her throat. “Are you sure?” I murmured, as I quickened the pace a bit. She unconsciously lifted her hips to get more friction.

I parted her legs with my knees and settled between them to get better access. Continuing with the stroking, I also inserted a finger into her hot, tight passage and slowly moved it in and out of her. She moaned softly and the sound seemed to remind her that she was not supposed to be allowing this. “No, stop,” she said unconvincingly. I didn’t.

“Has any man touched you here before?” I asked, my voice almost a growl.

“No,” she managed to breathe out in between gasps of pleasure.

“Not even Weasley? Not even over clothes?”

“I told you he hasn’t!” Her breathing was getting faster, and it wasn’t from fear this time. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“I don’t know!” she cried out in frustration, wiggling against my fingers.

“Have you ever orgasmed before?” I curled my finger slightly to graze her G-spot.

“N-no,” she managed to get out.

“Then, you’re in for a surprise.” With that, I ducked my head and licked at the small button at the center of her being. She came with a high mewl and clenched around my finger.

I sat up next to her, gently pulling my finger out of her. She had lain back with her eyes closed, trying to get her breathing under control. When she had calmed down a bit, she opened her eyes and looked at me. I made a show of licking her juices off my finger.

“Can I go now? You’ve humiliated me enough and I’d like to be untied.”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t love that. The sounds you made were proof enough.” She blushed. “But now we have that pesky virginity that I have to take care of.”

She went pale. “Haven’t you made your point for today? You used my body to betray my heart and mind. Isn’t that enough?”

“Not for the Dark Lord it isn’t,” I said as I started undoing my belt.

“You’re a bastard, Lucius Malfoy, and I will always hate you!”

“Promise?” I asked as I pulled out my erect cock. She eyed it apprehensively.

I pushed her legs apart again and rubbed it against her. Her eyes widened and then squeezed shut. “This is going to hurt,” I warned as I lined myself up. I felt her body tense as she braced herself. I quickly thrust in, breaking her maidenhead in one quick stroke. She cried out. I rested there a minute to give her time to adjust and to enjoy the feel of her body around me. It was heaven. She was warm and slick and just so damn tight. Why had I wasted all those years on “mature” women when I could have had this sweet virginal tightness all along?

I gave an experimental thrust. She whimpered but didn’t seem to take it too badly. I thrust again and again, reveling in the amazing feeling of her. I quickened my pace, impatient to find my release. Soon her whimpers of distress turned into small sounds of appreciation. You know you’re good when a victim of rape is getting enjoyment out of it.

I reached down between us and began to rub her again. She gasped and her eyes flew open. Moaning deliciously, she raised her hips to reach mine. “Can you come again for me, my pet?” I asked. She moaned again and arched up against me in response. “Come for me,” I ordered.

That sent her over the edge and she screamed out her pleasure as she tightened around me. I followed her into the sweet abyss of orgasmic bliss, pouring my seed into her body and grunting my contentment.

I lay on top of her for a moment, both of us panting after our exhaustive efforts. When I had caught my breath a bit, I slipped out of her and rolled over onto my back at her side. I flung my arm over my eyes, quite content.

The room was silent except for our breathing. I could have fallen asleep, but she softly asked, “May I be untied now?”

I sighed and stood up, straightening my clothes and spelling the ropes away. She jumped up and backed across the room, putting distance between us. “Well, that’s pointless now,” I drawled. “The deed has been done.”

She was staring at the bright red spot in the middle of the sheets. Proof that her virginity had indeed been taken. She choked back a sob, covering her mouth with her hands. I guess it must have made the experience seem more real. I eyed her carefully, hoping that she wasn’t going to have a complete mental breakdown.

“It is good evidence to show the Dark Lord that I have indeed done what was asked of me,” I said. “I will send him the sheet as verification that you are being prepped for him.”

That hit home. She finally seemed to grasp her situation. She fell to the floor in a dead faint.
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