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The Last Word	By : Koolgirl18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Ginny Views: 12021 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing nor do I make any money of the Harry Potter movies or books (I mean, honestly, if I did, do you realize how dark and perverted they would be. It certainly wouldn't be a children's book).

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Still no reviews … oh well. Hope my silent readers are enjoying the story. I am an artist after all lol

I think this next chapter you will really enjoy. It’s pretty hot and for sure not safe for work, school, or hell, even around your significant others hahaha

Enjoy!

The next morning, Lucius was alone.

However, unlike the last time he was with her, he didn’t feel used or dismissed. He knew she had another game to play and needed to be with her team.

Lucius sat up and stretched up high towards the ceiling. He slipped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Once out, he got dressed and made his way to the private box he’d reserved again for the next Quidditch match.

When he had arrived, he saw that the box was filled with the Weasleys again and Snape was sitting in the same place the day before.

Lucius ignored the Weasleys and walked directly past them to sit with Snape.

“A good night I presume?” Snape asked quietly.

Lucius couldn’t stop the smirk from gracing his face.

“Better than I ever imagined it could be.”

Snape grunted and said nothing else.

The game started shortly after and Lucius could see Ginny flying out onto the field.

He couldn’t take keep his eyes off of her. She was practically glowing in her uniform, her fiery hair fluttering in the wind.

Lucius liked to think that the night before was the reason she was so energetic in the sky.

Ginny flew by the private box once again, blowing kisses to everyone and winking towards Lucius and Snape.

Lucius waved faintly at her and watched as she flew away.

The game started off well enough with the Harpies making an obscene amount of goals within the first hour.

The team was hit with a bit of bad luck, however, when the Harpies’ best Beater got knocked off of her broom. When her injuries were deemed too serious to let her continue to play, they had to use the bench player.

And the game quickly began to go downhill.

Ginny was forced to focus on protecting herself from the bludgers that the bench player missed rather than trying to get as many goals as she could.

Despite this, Ginny still managed to get a good number of goals. The game was a brutal one and the two teams were tied most of the time.

By midnight, the snitch still wasn’t found and the game had to be put on hold for the next day.

Lucius invited Snape to his vacation home since he was sure Ginny wouldn’t be showing up for the night.

Snape accepted the invitation and they left the box to have a quiet evening.

Two hours and a bottle of firewhiskey later, both men were surprised to have a uniform clad Ginny Weasley land on the sofa between them.

“Miss Weasley—what a pleasant surprise,” Lucius said over her curses.

“Pleasant surprise? I thought it was pretty clear that you would want me to show up the whole week, regardless of how the games turned out,” Ginny said, looking toward Lucius.

Lucius smirked. He didn’t actually think she would show up for the whole week but there she was, after a hard game, sitting on his couch and looking at him expectantly.

“I suppose I should be going,” Snape said, standing from the couch.

Ginny quickly turned her head.

“Severus! I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” Ginny said.

Snape gave her a small smile.

“I’ve had my time with you, Miss Weasley. I think now it is Mister Malfoy’s turn.”

With a bow, Snape left the room.

Lucius watched as Snape left, feeling as if there were more meaning to his dark friend’s words but quickly dismissed it.

He had a beautiful woman sitting on his couch—a woman he could do whatever he wanted to with.

Lucius focused back on Ginny. He could feel his cock growing at the possibilities.

But when he saw the lines of exhaustion on her face, he changed the direction of his thoughts. He could fuck her when the second game actually ended. What she needed at that moment was a bath and a good night sleep.

Lucius set his glass down and stood.

He held out his hand to Ginny who took it gratefully.

Lucius led her into the bathroom, where he ran her a bath that had healing potions in them and washed her free of the dirt and grime.

Afterward, he led Ginny to his bed where he spooned with her once again.

She instantly fell asleep in his arms.

Lucius, on the other hand, was awake for a little while longer.

He really liked the feel of Ginny Weasley in his arms, sex or no sex. It felt … right.

Lucius snorted out loud.

He was becoming too sentimental. Lucius wasn’t looking for a new mistress. Ginny just so happened to be a really good fuck. Even better she was helping him fulfill his subtle revenge against Harry Potter.

Even as Lucius settled down to go to sleep, the thought that Ginny felt right in his arms would not leave his head.

The next morning, Lucius was alone again.

The thoughts from the night before floated around in his head but he pushed them away and got ready for the second half of Ginny’s game.

The weather seemed to match his troubled thoughts. The sky was grey and it was raining heavily.

The game wasn’t a good one for the Harpies. Their good beater was still out and the substitute wasn’t doing very well.

Four hours into the game, Ginny looked like she was about to fall off her broom from exhaustion.

The Harpies called for a time out. The coach pointed to the field and then to Ginny. Ginny put her hands on her hips and yelled back at the coach. This continued back and forth until Ginny turned her back on the coach and flew back into the sky.

“Stupid girl—why isn’t she sitting out? She looks exhausted,” Snape murmured quietly to Lucius.

Lucius simply nodded in agreement with Snape.

He didn’t understand why Weasley was being so mule-headed either. She was admittedly their best Chaser, but she wasn’t much help if she was too tired to play.

The other team picked up on this and worked on tiring her out even more, throwing the bludgers at her, knocking her around, making her fly elaborate patterns in the sky in order to get the Quaffle to the goal.

By the time the snitch was caught, Ginny looked completely abused and defeated.

The Harpies lost.

The private box was quiet, save for the Weasley family whispering to one another.

Lucius left the box, intent on getting the room ready for Ginny. He knew she would simply need a place to sleep.

And he was right. Ginny showed up in her muddy uniform and headed straight for the bathroom where a bath was waiting for her.

After she left the bathroom, she went straight to the bed and fell asleep immediately.

Lucius smiled slightly and spooned behind her, drifting asleep not too long after.

When he awoke, he was surprised to realize that Ginny Weasley was still in his arms.

Actually, she was staring at him and smiled when he focused his attention on her.

He raised an eyebrow, silently questioning why she was still in his bed.

Ginny didn’t seem intimidated by him at all.

“We get a break. I’m free to rest up today,” she explained.

“Ahhh,” Lucius said.

He pulled Ginny into his chest, and she snuggled.

“What would you like to do today, then?” he asked.

“Well, my family went out to tour Italy today. And I feel like shit for losing the game. I just want to lie down and wallow in self pity for a little while,” Ginny said.

Lucius rubbed Ginny’s back.

He knew she took losing the game hard. He thought that maybe she needed a way to let all of her pain and frustration out so that she would be fresh for the final game the next day.

And he knew just what to do to make that happen.

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Lucius left Ginny to her own devices for the day. She spent most her time in the garden, reading a giant book of Chaser plays that she had brought with her the night before.

She took her meals alone, breakfast on the villa and lunch in the garden, except for dinner, where she decided to make an appearance.

Lucius thought she looked unbelievably sexy in her short, strapless, cotton dark green sundress.

After dinner, Ginny went to the library to continue reading her play book.

At about nine, Lucius felt like he had given her enough time to obsess over her game strategies.

It was time for him to help her cope with her loss.

He sent his house elf to get Ginny and stood, fully dressed in his robes in the middle of the room they had shared the night before—waiting.

When Ginny finally showed up, she looked incredibly annoyed.

“What do you want, Malfoy,” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

In a flash, Lucius had Ginny against the wall, her book on the ground and his leather clad hands around her neck.

“You will do well to watch your tone around me.”

Ginny’s eyes widened but she didn’t say anything.

“You’ve been a naughty girl—disobeying your coach and losing the game in the process. You will have to be punished,” Lucius said.

To his surprise, Ginny simply nodded her head.

That was all Lucius needed to know that he had permission to get dark and brutal with Ginny.

“Our safe word will be ‘Harry Potter’ and you will refer to me as Master for the rest of the night. Is that clear?”

Ginny nodded again.

Lucius smirked. He rubbed his leather gloved thumb over her cheek.

“Good.”

He moved away, walking over to the sofa and sitting down.

“Come.”

Ginny began to walk over to Lucius.

“Stop—on your hands and knees. I want you to crawl to me,” he said.

Ginny stopped in her tracks. She bit her lip and slowly lowered herself to the soft carpet.

Kneeling on her hands and knees, she began a slow crawl toward Lucius.

Lucius had lived a long time and played with a lot of women.

Yet, the sight of Ginny Weasley crawling towards him, the front of her sundress falling victim to gravity, reveling her bra-clad breasts was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life. His cock strained against his pants in an impatient manner.

Finally, Ginny was at his feet, looking down at the ground submissively.

“Kiss my feet, pet,” he purred.

Ginny kissed one shoe and then the other.

Lucius’ cock strained even more. Though he really enjoyed Ginny’s fiery nature, he found that her submissiveness was just as arousing.

“Stand.”

Ginny stood, keeping her eyes trained on the floor, her red hair shielding her face.

“Take off the dress.”

Ginny slowly brought her hands to her shoulders, pushing the thin straps away and letting them fall down her arms.

Seconds later, the green dress was a puddle at her feet.

She was left in a red bra and red knickers. Lucius snorted at the colors but said nothing regarding it.

“Turn around.”

Ginny slowly turned, her cheeks turning bright pink at Lucius’ serious appraisal of her.

Lucius found that he didn’t really mind the muggle bra and knickers. They made her look extraordinary.

“Come kneel between my legs.”

Ginny went to stand between his outstretched legs before falling to her knees. She looked down at the carpet waiting for his next command.

“Take out my cock.”

Lucius watched as her small, pale fingers slowly began to unbutton his trousers. The warmth of her hand penetrated through the dark material of his trousers and hit his cock. He grew harder.

By the time Ginny had his bare cock in her hands, he was completely erect.

She started to remove her hands but Lucius stopped her.

“Rub it—yesss like that,” he hissed when her hold tightened around him.

Lucius sagged into the couch, enjoying being serviced.

Her hands were warm and her hold was perfect, just soft enough to let the blood flow but tight enough to slowly bring him to the brink.

Even better than her touch, he enjoyed watching her hand stroking his thick, blood filled organ. They were so graceful, so slender. The sight alone was enough to make his blood boil.

Her face was that of a good submissive, her bright brown eyes focused on the task, her hair hiding part of her face, her heart shaped mouth slightly open to help with her heavy breaths. He could tell that she was aroused by what she was doing.

He watched as she licked her lips at the drop of precum dribbling from the slit, down his shaft.

“Would you like to suck my cock, pet?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” Ginny whispered.

“Then ask me nicely,” he ordered.

“Can I please suck your cock, Master?” she asked quietly.

Lucius bit back a groan.

“You may, pet.”

Ginny wasted no time licking the precum off of his shaft. Lucius was so aroused by the sight of her pink tongue caressing his cock that it jerked in her hands.

Licking her lips, she took the head into his mouth.

Lucius couldn’t hold back a moan at this one. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of Ginny sucking him.

Once Ginny was done sucking the head, she took more of him into her mouth, caressing the shaft with her soft tongue. Her other hand reached up to grab his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers.

Lucius’ whole body was tingling. He opened his eyes and was greeted with the erotic sight of his cock disappearing into Ginny’s mouth, her eyes closed as if she was in bliss.

He lifted one of his hands and slipped it into her hair. He pulled on it slightly to let her know who was in charge. She stopped bobbing her head up and down but continued to suck and tease him with her tongue.

He pushed her head down, further than she had attempted to go. She gagged but didn’t try to stop him.

Once he felt his cock enter her throat he tugged at her hair roughly, pulling her up so that she could breathe.

Ginny gasped as soon as her mouth was free.

Once Lucius was sure she had enough air, he forced her head back down on his cock.

She took him, letting her teeth gently graze his shaft.

Pulling at her hair harder, he held her in place and began to fuck her face.

“Look at me, pet,” he ordered.

She did as he asked, her brown eyes looking into his innocently, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth at a steady pace.

“Oh, fuck,” Lucius moaned, moving his hips faster.

Her eyes … her fucking eyes alone were bringing him to the edge.

When her hands squeezed his balls firmly, he was lost.

Grabbing her head with both hands, he thrust roughly into her a few more times before releasing into her mouth.

He could feel her throat contracting as she swallowed each drop of his come.

When he was finally spent, he sagged against the couch, letting her head go free.

He smiled at the sound of her gasping for air and gave her a moment to rest.

“On to my lap,” he commanded.

Ginny climbed onto his lap, her stomach on his thighs and her bottom facing him.

Lucius grabbed his cane resting on the side of the sofa and with a wave, summoned his favorite hickory based paddle.

He ran the wooden paddle over her bare bottom.

“It is time for your punishment. Do you know what you’re being punished for?” he asked.

“For losing the Quidditch game, Master,” Ginny said meekly.

Smack

Ginny cried out.

“What are you being punished for?” he asked again.

“I don’t know, Master.”

Smack

Lucius set the paddle down, rubbing her bright red ass cheeks.

“You are being punished for abusing your body by playing when you should have been sitting and resting.”

Smack

“You are a lot more important than a game. What would have happened if you had been injured?”

Smack

“I would have been left without a body to warm my bed.”

Smack

Ginny was quietly sobbing but there was no utterance of the safe word.

Curious, Lucius probed Ginny’s pussy lips with his leather gloves. Even with the material covering his hands, he could feel how absolutely wet she was.

“How many times should your sweet little bottom be swatted for committing such a reckless act?”

“I don’t know, Master. Whatever you decide should be sufficient for my punishment,” Ginny answered.

Lucius smirked and rubbed her clit gently. Ginny moaned, grabbing the couch cushions in front of her in pleasure.

“Good answer, pet,” he commended.

He removed his hand from her clit and picked up the paddle again.

“You will get ten swats. Every time I hit your bottom, I want you to count it for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. I understand.”

“Good.”

Smack

“One.”

Smack

“Two.”

Smack

“Three.”

Smack

“Four.”

Smack

“Five.”

Smack

Lucius stopped here, rubbing her bottom gently.

Ginny was sobbing but so wet that Lucius could feel her pussy juices making a wet spot on his trousers where she laid.

Her ass was absolutely beautiful. It was nice, round, smooth, and bright red from his blows. The sight would forever be branded in his mind.

He resumed the punishment. He swatted her ass just hard enough to cause both pain and pleasure.

Once Lucius reached nine, he stopped, rubbing at her ass gently with his fingers. He knew she was at the brink of orgasm. He knew that one good; hard swat with the paddle would have her falling apart.

Raising the paddle higher than it had been for her other nine swats, he hit her ass hard.

Smack!

“Ten!” Ginny screamed, her whole body shaking in what Lucius knew was an intense orgasm.

Lucius caressed Ginny’s hair, letting her become lost in her release. He was fully erect against her stomach.

Once she was limp on his lap, he set his paddle down.

He pulled at her hair, forcing her to look him in his eyes.

She looked at him, slightly unfocused but still attentive enough to where he knew she would blindly follow what he said.

“Pet, I want you to take off the rest of your clothing. When you’re done with that, I want you to go over to the bed and lean over the edge,” he ordered.

He let her hair go.

Ginny stood, her legs shaky.

She made quick work of slipping out of her knickers and unhooking her bra.

Once she was fully naked, she walked over to the bed and leaned over the edge like he told her to.

Lucius’ cock throbbed at the sight of her glistening pussy open, and ready to receive him.

He stood from his place on the couch and quickly shed the rest of his clothing, including his leather gloves.

He made his way over to the bed.

Without further ceremony or teasing, he thrust into her body.

The feel of her pussy hugging him so tightly nearly made him come right there.

But Lucius held back. He hadn’t taken any potion that night and knew that if he came again, he would be done until the next morning.

He grabbed her sore ass cheeks roughly with his fingers and began to thrust into her at a brutal pace.

Ginny let out a series of moans and sobs, not once uttering the safe word.

“Sweet Merlin, Weasley, you feel so good around my cock,” Lucius moaned.

“Anything for you, Master,” Ginny replied.

“Is that right? Who do you belong to?”

“You, Master!”

“Who owns your sweet little pussy?”

“You, Master!”

‘Sweet Circe! This girl will be the death of me!’ he thought, digging his nails into her abused flesh.

Ginny cried out, her pussy hugging him tightly.

Lucius thrust harder and rougher, grabbing her hair and pulling at her hard, forcing her to arch.

“Take my cock, my sweet little Gryffindor!”

Ginny not only took it, but she moved her hips the best she could to take it as many times as she could.

The sound of their flesh smacking together was the only noise in the air.

That was, until Ginny began her familiar moan towards orgasm.

Lucius didn’t care about teasing her or forcing her to confess his ownership over her.

He smacked her abused flesh with his hand.

Ginny screamed out, her body pulsing around him.

Lucius wasn’t too far away, falling into sweet bliss.

They both fell onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Lucius was the first to recover. He shifted them so that they were lying underneath the covers, near the pillows and held Ginny tightly to him.

Right before he drifted off to sleep he heard Ginny say, “Thank you, Master.”

Smirking smugly, Lucius let sleep claim him.
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