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The Lady	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 23613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
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Hermione cried out as her body bucked, her orgasm washing over her. Her hands fought at the bindings that held her fast. Arthur had done a good job in tying her to the bed, but he was a novice still and had given her an out: her feet were still free, only her arms holding her captive. It was still enough, though, as he thrust into her, his thick cock making her cry out more as she waited for his climax to fill her willing body with his seed.
She really enjoyed making love with Arthur. He had been sexually frustrated for a long time and had many fantasies which he was slowly beginning to share with her. Hermione wished Ron was more like his father, but however hard she tried to get her husband interested in anything even vaguely interesting he shut up shop. Like his mother, she suspected. After all, Molly’s refusal to engage sexually was the reason that Arthur kept coming back, and part of her, a small part that should have felt guilty but didn’t, was really glad that Molly wasn’t keen on having sex.
Arthur was though, and an afternoon spent with him was always pleasurable, particularly as he so obviously wanted her to have as much fun as he did. His desires were entertaining but innocent, at least in comparison to men such as the Malfoys, but as each fantasy was fulfilled another darker and more interesting one took its place and Hermione was more than happy to help fulfil them.
She knew he still had occasional flashes of guilt at cheating on his wife and son, but fortunately never enough to have him stop the relationship. Arthur was one of only three men apart from Ron that Hermione would let into her bed at any time he wanted her, the strict times she enforced on everyone else no longer applying. He, like the others, was sensible enough not to demand her time when she was with Ron or the children, but she had on more than one occasion slipped away from a family party at the Burrow to give Arthur a blowjob or fast and furious sex in his workshop.
Hermione leant up to kiss Arthur as he moved forward to untie her, and she pulled him down on top of her as her freed arms wrapped around his neck.
‘That was good,’ she whispered breathlessly.
‘I do like tying you up,’ Arthur admitted happily. ‘You always seem to cum harder.’
‘That’s because I can’t get away,’ Hermione explained with a laugh. She tussled with him until she was lying in his arms, her back to his chest, enjoying the feeling of him holding her. ‘Not that I want to get away,’ she added contentedly.

Hermione stretched to loosen her muscles. She had just been untied and felt taut enough to pop. She opened her mouth to the lips that found hers, her arm wrapping around the neck of the blond-haired man whose hands were preoccupied with her breasts.
‘Draco will be back from holiday next Monday night,’ Lucius said after the kiss finished, his voice a bored drawl. ‘He wants to see you on Tuesday afternoon. I expect he’ll have blue balls by then.’ He smirked. ‘Actually, he’s probably already got them.’
Hermione nodded and stretched again, her back arching as her breasts thrust forward for his attention. Lucius’ mouth dropped to suckle a stiff nipple. Hermione moaned quietly.
‘He wanted to see you on Tuesday morning but I put him off,’ he continued laconically as his mouth released her nipple.
‘Why, am I doing something?’ Hermione asked curiously as his mouth found the other.
After a brief period of suckling, Lucius released the nipple to answer. ‘Yes. There’s a coffee morning thing at the Ministry which Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes is involved in. I expect your useless great lump of a husband’s forgotten to mention it to you but all wives are expected to attend as it’s some charity event, so cancel anything you were doing.’
‘Are you going?’ Hermione asked with interest, her hand moving down to grasp his erect cock. She heard Lucius grunt.
‘Possibly, although that would mean taking Narcissa along.’ Lucius sounded less than happy. ‘Shame I can’t take you instead.’ He bent to kiss her lips as he groaned once more. ‘I need to fuck you, you little vixen,’ he whispered as he pushed her down beneath him, his legs sliding between hers, cock already pressing through her soft pink lips.
They both cried out as he entered her, their bodies connecting in the way they had hundreds of times before, both of them understanding the best way to give the other pleasure.
‘I’d marry you tomorrow,’ Lucius whispered as his mouth dropped kisses onto her throat.
‘I know, but I love Ron . . . ooooh,’ Hermione replied, crying out as Lucius pushed harder, his cock hitting her cervix.
‘But . . . he . . . doesn’t . . . love . . . you,’ he said, his words matching his thrusts, his breathing was becoming heavier now.
‘Yes, he does . . . mmmm . . . he’s just not so into sex. I mean he does it . . . oooh . . . just not that often.’
‘Just think how happy I could make you,’ Lucius crooned as Hermione’s cries came thick and fast now.
‘You already do, though, Lucius,’ she whimpered, her body writhing as her climax rose.
‘I would dedicate every day of my life to your pleasure,’ Lucius promised, thrusting harder as he latched onto Hermione’s orgasm.
Hermione squealed as she came, no longer able to keep up the discussion, now too focussed on the feeling inside her and her breathing which was shallow and thready.
‘Oooooh, Lucius . . . Fuck!’ she screamed, grabbing his head and pulling it down so she could kiss him.
A few seconds later he, too, cried out as he came, thrusting as deep inside Hermione as he could get.
‘How about giving me a baby?’ he asked quietly as he stroked her hair. She had moved and was lying almost across him, his arm wrapped around her back.
‘Erm no!’ Hermione replied sharply. ‘My baby days are long over. At least I hope so.’
Lucius laughed. ‘I just can’t find a way to trap you, Hermione.’
Hermione smiled. ‘You don’t really want to trap me, Lucius. You know it would be no fun if we were married.’
Lucius stroked her face. ‘I’m not sure that’s true,’ he said thoughtfully.
‘Well, it’s not going to happen. I love Ron and have no intention of ever leaving him. So stop thinking about it,’ she retorted a little tartly.

‘So what about the others?’ Arthur asked quietly, finally voicing the question he had considered so many times in the past.
He was stroking Hermione’s back as she lay face down on the bed after being fucked particularly hard, her bottom stinging from the good spanking she had received beforehand. She was still too sore to turn over.
‘What about them?’ Hermione turned her head to look at him.
‘Do you do the same sort of things with them?’
She thought for a moment then nodded. ‘Generally. You men are all pretty similar in your desires, you know. You all want to fuck my arse.’ She laughed loudly and bawdily.
‘That’s because it’s so incredibly fuckable,’ Arthur said as he stroked it gently, ‘and you’re always so willing to give it up.’
‘That’s because I really enjoy anal sex,’ Hermione replied honestly. ‘It’s not a crime to, you know, although I know some people seem to think it is.’
‘Well, I for one am incredibly glad that you love anal sex,’ he told her, leaning over to kiss her. He looked again at her bright red bottom. ‘And spanking.’
‘Well, you know I can’t help being naughty when you’re around,’ Hermione said seductively. She reached out to stroke his face. ‘You make me very naughty, Arthur.’
He smiled. ‘I’m sure you’re equally naughty with the others.’
She shrugged. ‘Some of them aren’t into spanking. Greg’s never interested. He just likes it rough, although Kingsley’s pretty good.’ She blushed suddenly as if she had said something she shouldn’t.
‘Kingsley. What, Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister for Magic?’ Arthur sounded stunned.
‘You mustn’t say anything, Arthur,’ Hermione chided quickly. ‘There’s a reason I keep all this stuff a secret . . . apart from Ron, I mean.’
‘But you’re fucking the Minister for Magic, Hermione.’
‘Yes, I know. So what? He likes sex as much as anyone else and he’s been so busy sorting out the Ministry and the wizarding world all these years that he hasn’t had much time for relationships, poor man.’
‘So what does he like to do, then? How much do you charge him?’
Hermione sat up, wincing slightly as she did so, her bottom still tender.
‘I’m not going to talk about my other friends to you. It’s none of your business. Why do you want to know anyway?’ Her voice was suddenly cold.
Arthur looked rueful. ‘You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just that I wonder about it sometimes.’
‘Actually, for your information, I don’t charge for spending time with ‘friends’. I’m not a whore, you know,’ Hermione said, sounding upset. She had points of red rising in her cheeks.
Arthur pulled her into his arms. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t realise,’ he said contritely. He kissed the top of her head. ‘But when you sent me that invitation it had a price on it . . . and with this place and everything.’ He indicated the expensively decorated room and the others beyond.
‘The price is only there to see if the person is serious,’ Hermione told him. She saw Arthur’s look of confusion and explained, ‘The questionnaire tells me what sort of things you’re interested in doing to make sure that it’s the sort of things I’m interested in. I mean I don’t want someone turning up who wants to piss all over me or something.’ She wrinkled her nose in disgust. ‘Then, if I’m interested I send an invitation with a price — highly extortionate, of course.’
Arthur raised his eyebrows remembering that he hadn’t thought the price high considering what he wanted to do.
‘You’d be amazed at how many men change their minds about what they want when they realise how much they have to pay for it. Those who don’t get put off get an appointment and we have some fun, and the price is forgotten . . . although presents are always gratefully received.’
‘But how can you afford this place, then?’ he asked with a frown. ‘I assumed you paid for it from—’
Hermione gave a loud mournful sigh. ‘Okay, I’ll tell you all my secrets, Arthur, but you have to promise to keep them whatever happens.’ She looked at him sternly. ‘Do you promise?’
Arthur returned the look for a moment then nodded solemnly. ‘I promise.’
Hermione returned to his arms, snuggling deep into them.
‘I’m in this lovely place because of Lucius Malfoy,’ she said casually. She felt Arthur start at the name. ‘Although really it started with Draco Malfoy.’
‘This’ll be that boy you all had so much trouble with at school?’ Arthur said, his voice sounding a little unhappy.
Hermione chuckled. ‘He’s not really a boy any longer and yes, I suppose we did have a few run-ins with him before the war. I guess he was our greatest enemy; mine, Harry’s and Ron’s. But after the Battle of Hogwarts I didn’t see him again for almost twenty years.’
Arthur stayed silent to let Hermione continue her story, his fingers brushing her breasts, finding and playing with the stiffening nipples. She gave a small whimper of pleasure.
‘We were all at the Gryffindor versus Slytherin Quidditch match. You remember the first one that Albus played in? Draco’s son, Scorpius, was on the Slytherin team, too, he’s a Beater. Of course, you know him, too, don’t you? He’s Rose’s boyfriend.’
Arthur nodded but looked grim. Hermione remembered that he wasn’t keen on the match.
‘Well, at the after-match drinks I got talking to Draco. We were having one of those flirty conversations — you know, the ones that aren’t too serious but at the same time are quite searching — and it quickly became clear that his wife had even less interest in sex than Ron. So then the flirting got a bit more serious although not much as, after all, we were surrounded by Weasleys and we were at school.
‘But a few days after the match, Draco sent me an owl inviting me to have lunch with him in Diagon Alley. I used to get so bored at home all day and Ron hadn’t been taken with my idea of returning to work once the children went to school, so I agreed to meet Draco. After all, it got me out of the house for a few hours and twenty-odd years had made a lot of difference to him. He wasn’t anywhere near as arrogant as he used to be and was actually quite pleasant company.
‘So we met for lunch and had a great time. We got on well and flirted a bit more, maybe a little too seriously this time, and when we had finished eating Draco asked to spend the afternoon with me. I was reluctant at first — actually, no, downright scared I think, and of course, there was Ron to consider — but I admit I was feeling horny, very horny, and the idea of having sex, possibly even enjoyable sex, was just too tempting to turn down.
‘We went to a Muggle hotel. That really made me laugh, actually. After all that pure-blood crap Draco had spouted all those years, he took me to Muggle London. It doesn’t really matter what we did, we’ve done so many different things since then, but I had a wonderful afternoon and I realised I didn’t even feel guilty about cheating on Ron. The truth is that he doesn’t give me what I need and I have absolutely no intention of ever ending our marriage.
‘So then I started getting together with Draco every couple of weeks for lunch and afters, which was when I discovered that his wife was terribly ill — dying, actually, and he really just needed someone to be with who didn’t require him to be careful all the time. As her health deteriorated further what we were doing fizzled out — understandably, as he really was completely in love with her, poor man. He was so devastated by her death I was actually a bit worried about him, but once he began grieving properly he found his way back to me, and I was hardly going to say no, was I?
‘Somewhere along the way he had told his father about me. I have no idea why — maybe because Lucius was as unhappy in his own way as Draco was. Whatever the reason, one day I received an owl from Lucius asking if we could meet.’
‘And you went?’ Arthur sounded disgruntled and Hermione suddenly remembered that there was something of a history between the two men.
‘Yes, although warily I’ll admit. After all, we had never got on and I hadn’t forgotten him trying to kill me at the Department of Mysteries, however long ago that was. But actually, he’s changed too. I think the realisation of what Voldemort was really like was enough to make him see sense. He’s really not the man I remembered from when I was at school. I know you used to see him quite a lot. Do you think he’s changed?’
‘I don’t know,’ Arthur admitted. ‘I’ve always tried to keep away from him as we don’t get on all that well.’
Hermione nodded. ‘I can understand that. Anyway, I met him for lunch and he told me what he was looking for. Now, I told you previously that I like sex but I might have understated it somewhat. I love sex and I can’t get enough of it. It was just about controllable when I was frustrated with only Ron as a partner, but once I started seeing Draco I unleashed a beast.
‘It wasn’t long before I was seeing Lucius, too, but he didn’t want to go to a hotel, Muggle or otherwise — you know what he’s like — so I ended up being sneaked into Malfoy Manor. But that wasn’t safe. After all, neither of us wanted to get caught and so he bought me this flat and engaged the house-elf to look after it for me. It’s been the perfect place to play and Ron has no idea it even exists.’
‘So you belong to Malfoy then,’ Arthur stated, his voice suddenly dull.
Hermione stared at him sharply. ‘No. No more than I belong to you or any of my other friends. Lucius gave me this flat because of our friendship but he doesn’t expect any more in return than he gets. I belong to Ron and always will do. I just need to have sex . . . regularly.’
‘And do you have a lot of friends?’
‘That depends on what you’d call a lot.’ Hermione said coolly. ‘I have a few, but some come and go. There are probably about ten that are regular, although only three that have full privileges — Lucius, Draco . . . and now you.’
She smiled as she watched Arthur digesting everything she had said.
‘Are you jealous?’ she asked slyly.
Arthur shook his head. ‘I’m not quite sure what to think, to be honest, Hermione, and I really can’t believe that Ron has no idea about any of this.’
‘Well he doesn’t and I want it to stay that way,’ Hermione replied, her voice rising warningly. ‘Also, I don’t want anyone else knowing who any of the others are. You and Lucius are the only ones who have any idea of who the people are that I see.’
‘I won’t say anything,’ Arthur promised. He pulled her into another a kiss. ‘I don’t care who you fuck,’ he said honestly, ‘but I wish I could watch you doing it.’
She looked at him in astonishment. ‘What did you say?’
‘Well, actually, I want to see what they do to you and even more, I want to see how you react,’ he said, a big smirk on his face.
‘I didn’t know you were a voyeur, Arthur,’ Hermione said in amusement.
‘Neither did I,’ Arthur admitted with a rueful grin. ‘Not until I thought about you with your other men.’
‘You want to watch me with other men. Do you think you can keep quiet enough? Watching in secret or full knowledge?’
Arthur thought for a moment. He smiled wickedly. ‘Secret, I think, at least to start with. Why, do you have a candidate?’
‘I might if you can keep quiet enough. He definitely wouldn’t be happy if he knew we were being watched.’
‘So can I watch you then?’ Arthur asked excitedly.
Hermione considered it for a moment. ‘Are you going to fuck me really hard afterwards?’
‘I’ll do anything you want me to do,’ he replied honestly.
She laughed. ‘All right. In that case, be here by two-thirty on Thursday. Can you make that?’
‘I can now,’ Arthur said with a smile.

‘I’ve got a favour to ask you,’ Hermione said seductively.
Smiling, she ducked her head to take Lucius’ flaccid cock into her mouth, licking and sucking enthusiastically.
‘Must be important,’ he said with a smile as he leant back with his hands behind his head enjoying the view.
Hermione continued sucking him vigorously for a few minutes until he began to stiffen then stopped for a moment.
‘This has nothing to do with it,’ she said slyly. ‘I just like sucking your cock.’
‘Mmmm, then suck away,’ Lucius offered, groaning as Hermione’s head bent to take him into her mouth once more.
‘If you could only come in one place where would it be?’ she asked conversationally, causing Lucius to growl in frustration as she had stopped sucking him at a rather sensitive point in the proceedings.
She resumed sucking, sliding the hard length as deep down her throat as she could get. Lucius’ hand rested on the top of her head, fingers caressing her hair.
‘Your pussy, of course. Why?’
‘Just wondered,’ Hermione said happily, having once again stopped sucking.
She slid on top of Lucius’ lap and impaled herself on his hard length before he could start complaining again, instead causing a deep growl of desire as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his cock thrusting up into her exquisite wetness.
Hermione rode him hard, crying loudly as his erection filled her, causing her muscles to contract around it, squeezing on the rigid cock. Lucius cried out, too, feeling every part of her tightness as it wrapped around him, their bodies undulating as they pushed each other towards climax. Within minutes they were both cumming, calling out each other’s names as they still moved together, wringing every drop of pleasure from their coupling.
She rolled off him and collapsed on her back, smiling contentedly.
‘So what’s this favour then?’ Lucius asked. He sounded amused.
‘Hmmm, well . . . you know I’ve been seeing Arthur?’
Lucius nodded. He had been amazed when he had found out, not sure whether he was more surprised that Arthur would look outside his marriage for sex or that he had chosen to sleep with his daughter-in-law.
‘Well . . . it turns out he’s a bit of a voyeur,’ Hermione said, laughing.
‘Is he?’ Lucius replied as casually as he could manage. He could already see where this was headed.
‘He wanted to watch me with other men, in secret . . . you know, hidden away in the closet.’ She laughed.
‘I assume you let him?’ Lucius said a touch sourly, knowing how Hermione was a sucker for anything to do with the Weasleys and apparently Arthur in particular.
‘Yes, of course. He watched me with Greg Goyle. You know how much fun he is,’ she smiled.
‘Not very original, though. All he does is fuck you. He just does it hard. I don’t know why you bother with him,’ Lucius said, sounding disgruntled.
‘I bother with him because he’s very well endowed and I like being fucked really hard sometimes,’ Hermione retorted, ‘although I will admit he can be a bit of a challenge when he’s feeling really horny.’
‘So what did Arthur think?’
‘Pretty much the same as you,’ she admitted with a grin, ‘which is why he wants to watch you in action.’
Hermione closed her eyes and lay there waiting for the eruption.
‘What do you mean he wants to watch me?’
‘Well, us really. He wants to watch what you do to me and how I react. I have a feeling he’s trying to learn. You know, he’s really naïve in some ways.’
‘And you agreed to this, did you?’ Lucius asked unhappily.
‘No, of course I didn’t, Lucius. I told him I’d have to ask you first. I know that you two have a bit of history,’ Hermione said soothingly.
They lay there in silence for a few minutes.
‘And what will you give me in return for doing this favour?’ Lucius suddenly asked.
‘What do you want?’ Hermione looked at him.
Lucius rolled over, his arm crossing Hermione’s stomach.
‘I could say a baby.’ He grinned wickedly.
‘And you’d be right out of luck. I am not having a baby with you, Lucius, so think of something else.’
‘All right, I’ll do it. But I don’t want him hiding in the cupboard. He can sit out and watch where we can see him.’
Hermione nodded. ‘And in return?’
‘I’ll let you know,’ Lucius told her smiling infuriatingly.

Hermione screamed as she came, Lucius’ own cries almost as loud as hers. Having an audience seemed to spur him on to giving her more pleasure than he ever had before and she knew Arthur was learning . . . a lot.
Lucius had started by tying her to the bed as he often did; the precision bindings so taut her body was stretched almost to its limit. She had been able to sense Arthur’s interest, watching avidly as the blond man teased her mercilessly, his fingers tracing patterns on her captive body until she was pleading tearfully for release.
He finally acceded to her request, but not before his mouth found and sucked hard on her clit, causing her to whimper and beg before giving her the first orgasm of the afternoon using his talented tongue.
Lucius had released Hermione when he fucked her, knowing that if he kept her tied up she would probably end up injured; his body caressed hers in the way it always did, yet somehow today there was more to the movements as if he wanted to prove that he was her best lover.
Hermione almost laughed at the childish competition but didn’t dare. Finally, they lay talking quietly as Lucius’ fingers once again traced patterns, this time across her stomach.
‘I’ve decided what I want,’ he said quietly.
She looked at him with interest. ‘What?’
‘We’ll get Arthur into bed with us. Have a threesome. I like the idea of us both fucking you at the same time. I bet you’d enjoy a bit of double penetration.’ He grinned wickedly.
‘You think Arthur’s going to want to do that?’ Hermione asked sceptically.
Lucius laughed uproariously. ‘Of course he will. He’s horny as fuck right now, having watched us, and he’s dying to fuck you. He’ll jump at the chance to fulfil another fantasy that he had never even realised he had until today.’
‘But the two of you—’
‘Can put aside our differences for this, I’m sure, as we both want to give you pleasure. Anyway, I’m not interested in touching him,’ Lucius said reasonably. He tickled her as he added, ‘And you did promise . . . and this is what I want.’
‘You’re not going to argue about who does what, are you?’ Hermione asked, trying to keep the smirk out of her voice.
Lucius hugged her tighter. ‘No arguments. You’ve already told me how much Arthur likes to tap your beautiful arse and I told you before I love cumming in your pussy more than anything else, so it’s sorted — although I think we could probably swap places afterwards, just to see how different it feels for you. Anyway, you have two very succulent breasts and we’ll both enjoy playing with those.’
He winked then pulled her into a long erotic kiss.
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