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Now and Then, and Now, Again	By : MJurjevic Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Ginny Views: 16135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lucius’ captivated attention of one witch leaves him remembering earlier times of another. Written for Lucius Big Bang 2012 on LJ by nagandsev

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                                                                                        Now... and Then

Giving the Malfoy patriarch a knowing look, the redheaded sultry witch leaned against the counter invitingly.

"You're not allowed to make the rules here! But now that I think of it, I would very much like to call you Lucius. One adult to another, Lucius, you must call me by my first name, Ginny, then."

Lucius took his cue and rose, crossing slowly to the counter, standing so close he could smell her natural scent mixed with the sweet fragrances of cognac and cake icing. He wanted to touch her. "Then, I must call you Ginevra—I'm sure your husband calls you by your pet name, and my terms of the game are that I would like to call you something different."

Ginny gave him an inviting smile which made his cock twitch. "Ginevra," he whispered, and ever so slowly their lips met. He raised his head, and his eyes searched hers, attempting to gage how far she wished him to go. It had been so long... so very long since he had flirted so freely with a witch for the sheer pleasure of it. True, I'd be grateful for any level of foreplay if she so wished. Of course, seeing her lovely mouth around my cock would be heaven... But as his heavy-lidded eyes glanced lower to her beckoning cleavage, his jaw muscles clenched, and his thoughts graphically pictured him ravaging her in the here and now on the massive kitchen table.

The touch of gentle fingertips grazing lightly downward on his forehead snapped him momentarily out of his salacious thoughts, causing him to instinctively close his eyelids as Ginny shushed him sweetly, "Close your eyes. Trust me."

As he heard Ginny pouring the cognac into glasses, Lucius kept his eyes shut in bittersweet torment. Trust you? You've made me putty in your hands, witch! Do with me what you will!

"Sample number one...," announced Ginny, placing the first cognac under his nostrils for him smell.

Lightly sniffing the fragrance, he quietly uttered, "Sweet, fruity. I would say flavoured with peach, mandarin, nectarine, and a tad of Dirigible Plum. Wizard made."

"Would you like to taste it?"

Would I like to taste you, my sweet? "Of course, my dear," he answered, his breathing becoming deeper.

His eyes fluttered open as he felt Ginny put the glass to his lips. "No peeking!" she teased in a low voice. "Close your eyes, I'll guide you. Trust me."

He smiled as she placed the glass to his lips.

"Now, sip it," she whispered, nudging him on.

He did. The cool fruity liquid with a tinge of smoked, aged wood went down his throat. He purred, "Mmm, very nice. Elf made."

His body bristled in pleasure as he felt not the cool glass placed on his lips, but her soft, also cognac-scented, lips pressing more firmly against his.

As they broke apart for air, he sniffed and dared to tease her. "One would think you're trying to take advantage of me, Ginevra."

"No comments until you've finished tasting everything."

"Very well. You're in charge. I'm all yours."

Frustration began to peek its ugly head as Lucius felt her lips again softly peck his cheek, but before he could react more amorously, another cognac had been placed under his nose for him to assess.

Taking a deep whiff, he impatiently commented, "Slightly bitter bouquet, fermented and aged with nut, perhaps a blend of two or more... Surely, some Muggle swill—"

"Try it, you'll like it!"

He felt the glass against his mouth and took and sipped it. The taste was exquisite, but he could care less, as his senses were now keenly aroused and fixated on the tangible female before him.

"Anything else you would like me to taste, Ginevra? Your wish is my command," Lucius purred.

"You're just to be a good boy and do what I say."

"Ah, so the game is you are in charge? Very well, Ms Potter, I'm all yours to play with how you wish."

"Anyway I wish, Lucius?" She half-joked, "Any position I wish?"

Ginny heard a low growl from Lucius before feeling his lips capture hers and his delving sharp tongue seek entrance to her mouth, hotly and deeply.

She pulled away from him, giving the blond wizard a curious look.

"You're playing with untameable fire, witch," he whispered fiercely. Barely able to control his impulses, he was at her mercy and couldn't speak as he waited for her further reaction to his obvious wishes. His body tightened in a spasm as she made physical contact with him, touching his waist. His voice was husky and thick as he said, "Understand: you're irresistible..."

She pressed her body into his, her large brown eyes gazing up into his steel grey ones.

"Call me, Ginevra," she reminded the blond wizard as he felt the unmistakable caress of her fingers stroking lightly over his firm erection. "And yes, I understand you."

His breathing became hitched and erratic, caught in his throat as she boldly watched his response to her increasing manual ministrations. Lucius' mind raced, a thousand thoughts flew by before his mind went empty. And he was only aware of her heavenly stroking; it was all he knew. He was only aware of pressing and slipping his tongue inside her full lips, circling and searching, provoking groans of pleasure as he encircled her slender but curvaceous body in his arms, grinding into her. Still, she held onto his rock hard cock, only now her stroking his stiff shaft through his trousers increased in pressure and friction. She suddenly jerked his tip firmly outwards, eliciting a loud grunt from the restrained blond wizard. He grabbed her wrists; a tremble flowed through both their bodies, afire with heat and passion.

"Ginevra," he hoarsely croaked. "I—I won't be able to control myself—you don't quite know what you're doing."

"Oh, but I do, Lucius." With the quick reflexes of a Quidditch seeker, she Accioed her wand and flashed around, charming the kitchen with silencing spells and warding off its entrance from anyone wishing to enter. "The party's been moved upstairs for the kids. Dessert's not for an hour, and it's to be served in the second-floor playroom. The children are occupied with their own games there, so we can play our games here, as well as have our dessert a bit earlier, undisturbed." She held his gaze with a hard, brazen look as she unbuttoned his trousers, and then she felt inside, her skilled fingers releasing his now-stiff pulsing cock.

"It doesn't take Occlumency to know what you're thinking, Lucius, or needing... And I do think you will like what I have in mind for us adults. This."

Before Lucius could even try to retort, the red-headed witch dropped to her knees. His groan resounded throughout the kitchen as he felt her take his cock's tip into her hot luscious mouth. Her tongue began to slowly encircle the silky, sensitive skin as she took him in, deeper and deeper. He huffed and grasped, bracing himself against the counter, only to curse himself as he felt his legs begin to shake and his balls begin to tighten so quickly.

She felt him starting to lose control and released his cock from her mouth, only to gently guide him by squeezing his muscular thighs and pushing his legs gently to sit back in the Chesterfield chair she had transfigured for him. She coaxed, "Sit, Lucius. Sit"

Feeling as if in a dream, he complied.

As he sat, she reached up, pulling his trousers and underpants down to his ankles in one smooth movement. Sitting, he watched with bated breath as she knelt, climbing up between his legs, to resume her oral ministrations. Gasping in irregular breaths of exquisite pleasure, he gathered her thick red mane in his hands as best he could to watch her suck him off through his half-closed lids. He began to undulate his hips, unable to stop himself from thrusting, instinctively needing to fuck an orifice. Any orifice. But the witch took him deeper and deeper, his tip hitting the back of her throat, holding the base of his shaft firmly and alternating her rhythm with her sporadic pumping motions, demanding that he come in her mouth.

So he did. He emptied himself in jets of hot come, spurting out, down her throat. Lucius knew not what his name was nor where he was, nor did he care... It had been so, so long. After several seconds, he had a vague sensation of Ginny releasing him from her mouth, and a few more seconds went by until he felt, with burning pleasure, a lapful of witch on him. She had straddled him, and as his eyes fluttered open, she held another one of the cognac glasses in her hands. Taking first a long sip, she held it to his lips, her eyes sparkling with arousal, and whispered, "The night is young..."

"It is indeed!" he replied glibly. What a little hellcat... a fiery little vixen! He didn't sip but gulped down the smooth, burning liquor, not keeping his eyes off of her large brown orbs as he stretched his arm out, placing the emptied glass on the counter.

"Wizard made, strong and deep, smoked-cinnamon fermentation," he classified, his voice husky and thick.

They came together in a mutual heated kiss. Ignited, Lucius grasped and squeezed her luscious arse and then frantically gathered up her skirt. He felt her up slowly, stroking her firm silky thighs and only pausing when his palm rested on the heat of her Venus mound. Her knickers were soaked through, and he could detect the pleasant, arousing scent of her sex. With a growl, he launched himself up, carrying and pressing Ginny, straddled, against him, his fingers digging into her firm cheeks as his cock was pooling with pulsating blood rushing into it, standing at attention again. "I believe you said we could have our dessert earlier..." He panted, "You've had yours; now it's time for mine."

With his arms full, he plopped her down on the long table's edge and, in a quick swoop, buried his head between her thighs. Snatching aside her knicker's crotch, he burrowed his sharp tongue in her cunt for several seconds, sucking and lapping her juices like a man dying of thirst. Her squirming and cries of ecstasy spurred him to pause only momentarily enough to wave over the Chesterfield sofa and sit on its edge, relishing her heaving chest and wet pussy, and slowly he pulled off her knickers and placed her trembling legs on his shoulders, settling himself comfortably between them. Methodically, he spread her vaginal lips and gazed in appreciation at her swollen clit. He ever so slowly licked her cunt from down to up ending with teasing her sensitive nub with his sharp tongue's tip.

As Ginny writhed and gasped, "Oh, yes, yes...", he began to suckle her wetness as it began to gush out, and he could feel her vaginal muscles contract where his chin pressed into her folds. Lucius looked up and felt the strangest sensation. Ginny had stuck her hand in the cake, pushing it away, and her fingers were covered with creamy icing. She crunched up, sticking an icing-covered finger into his welcoming mouth, and then impulsively Lucius took her other frosting-covered fingers and placed them on her vaginal folds, gently swirling them around, spreading the strawberry and chocolate icing over her labia. "Fuck yourself, Ginevra," he whispered.

As she entered a finger inside herself, she felt Lucius' tongue licking around it, nudging her on as she increased her probing in and out.

Lucius licked and lapped the residue of frosting off her succulent folds and then increased the pressure of his mouth as he sucked tighter and tighter while his thumb found her engorged clit and pressed circularly, mimicking what his tongue was now doing, swirling around in steady rhythm. Her waves of orgasm peaked with her climaxing, grabbing and clawing at him, suddenly crying out, "Oh, oh, yes, yes! " , coming.

Starved for the taste of a woman's sex, he continued to suck and lap at her, only resting to breathe momentarily with his head on her thigh and luxuriantly lost in the scent of her delectable sweet moistness and heat.

Abruptly, in the distance was the distinct voice of Albus Severus calling, "When will the cake be ready, Mum?"

Ginny jerked up into sitting position. "Ten more minutes, Albus! I'm bringing it up to you as I speak—stay right there!" There were excited yells of approval heard from above. She slowly regained her composure as Lucius slumped back in the Chesterfield, slowly finding his clothing and redressing himself.

As Ginny stood up, she saw that Lucius had an angry hard-on. Waving her soaked knickers to the washing band, she smiled, "I think being knickerless will be more convenient... for later." She gave Lucius a quick peck, leaving him in needy agony, as she pouted, "First thing's first: the cake must be finished—the darlings are restless."

"They're not the only ones," the tight wizard muttered as he watched Ginny tuck her skirt down in place again and quickly summon an extra bowl full of icing and begin swirling and covering the three-layered cake. Her swirling buttocks moved right and left; her skirt's swaying exposed her thighs. When Ginny bent at a certain angle, Lucius could just see a glimpse of her luscious buttocks with her soft fuzz, covering her juicy folds, guarding her nethermost orifices of pleasure. The taste of her sex lingered in his mouth, leading him to stand up and stealthily cross and stand behind her. He couldn't resist.

Ginny felt the cool air hit her buttocks, as her skirt was raised, and Lucius' hand massage and dig into her arse cheeks. She had finished the icing, but froze, enjoying his caressing and strumming, playing with her folds and gently probing her vagina. She felt him smear her pussy's juices onto her anal opening and gently, circularly, probe in and out of her arse, slowly but persistently pushing his thumb deeper into her soft rubbery opening. With a loud groan, she felt the tip of his burning cock enter her pussy, and in one smooth thrust he sheathed himself fully, his thickness spreading her tight cunt, causing her to remain motionless. He took his thumb out of her arse to grab her hips tightly, almost painfully, and pin her in place as he slowly pulled out and immediately pushed into her contracting vaginal muscles. The tight clenching of his cock by her sex caused him to, very controlled, pull out of her, only to more forcefully ram her. He began pumping her steadily, rhythmically, until his speed picked up, and he was pounding her pussy as if he had never fucked anything before or would ever again.

"Mum! We're waiting!" Chorus sounds of rambunctious kids chanted, "We want cake! We want cake!"

Definitely a mood killer for Ginny, she had to pull away from Lucius, leaving him with a painful hard-on so that he whispered, "Bloody fuck!" She heard the Malfoy patriarch further growl at his intense state of blue-balled erection.

"Come with me, I'll show you to your room," said Ginny, taking matters into her hands.

"My room?" gasped Lucius, disgruntled and tentatively folding his rigid cock inside his underpants as, in agony, he dressed himself.

With an impish grin, Ginny asked, "No one told you this was a sleep over party, Mr Malfoy?" She laughed at his confounded expression, and without waiting for his response, Ginny took his hand and said, "Let me take the kids cake, and you," she motioned for him with her index finger, "follow me."

Showing him to the back salon, the sultry redhead left to tend to and pacify the raucous youngsters above and left the blond wizard to relax as best he could in his sexually frustrated state and make himself at home until she returned. Lucius took off his outer robe and slowly unbuttoned his waistcoat, anticipating to dispense with his clothing as quickly as possible when his hostess returned. "I want to feel her flesh with mine...," he muttered, impatient for her to return, so that they could continue and finish what they had started.

Lucius gazed rather blankly over the myriad of different photos framed and propped up on the walls and shelves. He huffed in distaste as a myriad of different Weasley family photos presented themselves and was mumbling, "They breed like rabbits..." under his breath when one photo made him freeze. It wasn't a Weasley photo at all, but rather an old picture, taken some time before the last wizarding war, of the Hogwarts staff members.

And there she was: Charity Burbage.

Lucius inhaled in a soft hiss. Beside the late Burbage stood Severus Snape; these two persons blandly blinked and gazed out of the photo. It made Lucius grip the frame tightly. He sat slowly down on the sofa, heavy in thought.

Memories of the witch flooded through him, flashing in his mind like a movie reel in reverse. That ill-fated day for her in Malfoy Manor and the witnessing of her horrid death and consumption by Voldemort's loathsome familiar, Nagini, caused a vile taste to rise in his mouth. And yet, he could not put the photo down.

Charity stood beside Severus, fidgeting and mirthful, trying to keep her poise for the staff photo, while Snape was arching an eyebrow and trying to contain a smirk forming upward on the corners of his usually firm-set lips. The other staff members were undulating and preening themselves in starts and stops.

Lucius felt as if all the air had been knocked out of him, and a dull pain began to burn in his chest. He lay back on the cushioned sofa, letting his head fall backwards, and closed his eyes tightly, reminiscing.

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AN: The deepest thank you to all reading this!xxx
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