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The Heirloom	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 18477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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                                                                                Chapter 13

                Hermione felt a shiver go up her spine as Lucius’s hand slid up her arm, over her shoulder and around to cup the back of her head. He shifted onto his knees as he tugged her forward, their lips meeting as he leaned over her. He kissed her with such tenderness that she whimpered against his lips. His need for her was palpable, she felt it in every press and retreat of his lips, every stroke of his tongue into her mouth. His hands caressed her. They stroked her throat and collarbone, the softness of her arms, the plush mounds of her breasts beneath her dress.

                Lucius’s touch glided along her waist, over her hips and thighs until his fingers reached the bare skin of her knees. He deftly slipped his fingers beneath the hem and began sliding the material of her dress upwards, bunching the fabric as he went. She gasped, but he filled her mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss, devouring her, losing himself in the taste of her. As he kissed her, Hermione’s hands twisted into the front of his shirt. She clutched him, her knuckles white with the urgency of her grip. Somewhere inside her head a little voice was whispering that she shouldn’t be doing this, he was grieving, she should go…but the need that flowed from his lips to hers was too much, she couldn’t refuse him.

                Lucius’s long fingers slid beneath the edge of her simple cotton panties and with a swift jerk he was tugging them down her thighs, over her knees and letting them fall to the floor around her ankles.

“Lucius…” she managed to gasp his name as he released her lips. “We should go to your room…” Lucius didn’t respond, he took her hands and pulled her up so that she was sitting with her back straight instead of reclining on the sofa. His fingers slid to the hidden zipper at her side and within seconds he had it open and was tugging the dress up and off, tossing it across the room.

“No…here,” he whispered hoarsely. He was staring at her sitting there in nothing but a tiny black bra, her hair still twisted neatly and pinned to the back of her head. He made quick work of the bra, freeing her breasts. He growled low in his throat at the sight of her, his cock pressing hard against the fastening of his trousers. Hermione jumped, startled when Lucius shifted before her. He grasped her legs beneath the knees and jerked her forward so that her bottom rested on the very edge of the sofa and her knees bracketed his hips on either side. “So pretty,” he murmured, his fingers sliding out to ruffle the small thatch of curls on her mound.

                Lucius slid his fingers lower, separating and stroking between the swollen lips of her sex. Her folds were soft, wet and slippery. Her clit was a turgid little bud begging for attention.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded softly. Hermione opened her thighs. “Wider.” He pushed at her inner thighs gently and she opened them as wide as she comfortably could. She watched him as he looked at her sex, parting the lips and staring at her pink, glistening core. Hermione cried out when he leaned forward, his hair tickling her thighs as he pushed his face between her thighs. He was voracious, his nimble tongue sliding over and into her sensitive flesh.   Her fingers twisted in his hair, causing him to clasp her wrists and pin them to the sofa beside her hips.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, unable to stop herself from moving against his hungry mouth. She arched and twisted her hips, pushing her sex against his marauding tongue in search for more of that delicious torment. “Lucius…I’m…I….so close….” She managed brokenly. “Please!”

Lucius was drunk on the sweet/tangy flavor of her; the sounds of her pleading for more were like sweet music to his ears. He wanted more of those cries, in fact, he wanted to hear her scream, wanted to feel the throbbing of her pussy against his lips as she reached orgasm. The witch was primed, ready for release, her body straining for him, her thighs trembling and the muscles of her abdomen convulsing. Tiny little whimpers and moans filled the room as she climbed higher and higher until finally it converged into a hoarse squeal as she finally tumbled over the edge into bliss. He stayed with her, continuing to lick and suck on her tender flesh until she took a deep breath and her thighs stopped convulsing around his head.

                He turned his face and kissed the inside of her thigh, discreetly wiping his lips with the back of his hand before rising up to look at her. She was panting, her eyes half closed and glassy, her skin flushed the prettiest pink he had ever seen.

“Lucius…that was so incredible,” she said hoarsely. Hermione sat up, her fingers going to the buttons on the front of his shirt. She had just come but she felt empty, she needed him inside her, she wanted him. He stood, tugging the tails of his shirt from his trousers so that she could finish with the buttons. He watched her, his hands coming to rest lightly on her shoulders as she fumbled with his belt and then the fastenings of his slacks. His pockets jingled with coins as they fell to the floor, leaving him standing in front of her wearing nothing but an open shirt.

“Hermione.” He breathed her name as her fingers wrapped around him. Somehow, hearing it cross his lips aroused her further. It empowered her to know that he acknowledged who it was that was making love with him, that he wanted her. She let her head fall back, looking up into his eyes and maintaining eye contact as she parted her lips, leaned forward and sucked the throbbing tip into her mouth.

“Dear Gods,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering as he gently stroked the top of her head with one hand and the softness of her lips where they were stretched around his cock. “Yesssss….” he hissed as her soft, velvety tongue began to slide against the underside of his crown. Her tight fisted grip began to slide along the shaft, intensifying the pleasure. It felt so good, her mouth was incredible as she sucked and licked at his erection. He was lost in the pleasure, unable to think of anything but the delicious sensation of her suckling him.

Lucius tensed, aware of that electric sensation of impending release that began in the base of his spine and traveled slowly upwards. He wasn’t ready. He didn’t want to spill inside the witch’s mouth. He wanted to lay her down, spread her legs and drive into her, to expunge every bit of strain and stress that he felt in the action of taking her.

“Stop,” he commanded, tightening his fingers in her hair and pulling her head back, careful not to hurt her. “I need…” How do you tell someone that you need to fuck them? That you need to pound into them, that you have to take them and you can’t be gentle?

Hermione saw the distress on his face and she understood. He needed her to accept him, to accept him in the only way he was capable of sharing himself in that moment. She nodded her head, her hand gently stroking over his stomach as she shifted on the sofa. She turned around, her knees sinking into the cushions as she positioned herself over the back of it.

“Tonight…I’m yours,” she said softly over her shoulder as she crossed her arms on the cushions and rested her head, tilting her hips up in invitation. His eyes glittered as he ran his hands over the soft, lush curves of her backside. The pale flesh glowed in the firelight as he stroked and kneaded it, causing it to flush and heat beneath his touch. With one hand he steadied his erection, with the other he pressed against the small of her back, encouraging her to tilt her hips even further. His knees rested on the edge of the sofa cushions as he pressed forward, rubbing his aching tip against her slippery portal. He was painfully hard and thick, and she was so hot and tight.

                He groaned as the wide mushroomed tip of his cock disappeared inside her, the smooth walls of her vagina closing around him like a warm, wet sleeve. For a moment he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling….but need and urgency prickled beneath his flesh. He grasped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft skin and he drove forward, impaling her to the hilt. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t control himself as he began to ride her young body fiercely. In and out, harder, faster…he couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t get enough of her….he was desperate, driven by pain and despair. He needed the oblivion that he could only find inside the give of her welcoming body.

                She was whimpering, not in pain, but in apparent pleasure as she pushed back into him, hard, encouraging him to take what he needed how he needed it. His gratitude was immeasurable as his hips slapped against her backside again and again. The sofa rocked against the hardwood floors and chances are that his staff could hear everything through the half open door but he didn’t care, all he cared about was the witch crying out and pulsing around him. He became aware of her fingers stroking against the base of his cock…she was rubbing her clit in fast, furious little circular motions, rocking back against him, taking him impossibly deeper. She rose up, her back resting against his chest, one arm reaching up to circle his neck while she continued to stroke herself.

“More…Lucius, please,” she whimpered. His hands came up to grasp her breasts, his fingers plucking at the throbbing nipples, gently rolling and tugging on them as he pounded into her. “YES!” she screamed, her vagina contracting around him like and angry fist, squeezing and pulsing so violently that it was near painful….near. His hands squeezed her breasts, almost too hard as his body exploded. White light flashed behind his closed eyelids as his orgasm was milked from him by the hungry little contractions of her pussy. Again and again his cock erupted with his milky tribute, filling the witch not only with his seed but with all of the emotion that had threatened to consume him.

“Are you okay?” he asked breathlessly against her neck. They were both breathing heavily, their sweat slickened bodies sticking together. As his orgasm ebbed his penis softened and began to slip from the greedy clasp of her body. He reluctantly released her, and she turned in his arms, her head resting against his chest.

“I’m more than okay,” she said quietly.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Stop thanking me.”

                Lucius reached down and tossed the sofa pillows onto the rug before pulling her down to the floor, drawing her against his side as they lay before the fire. She rested her head on his shoulder, her hand lightly stroking his chest as they stared into the flames. She didn’t love him and he didn’t love her, but what she had given him today was more valuable to him than anything he had ever received. How would he ever be able to show her that?
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