Just Around the Riverbend

Alina
HarryGinny4Eva
Emmy
Chrisddavis
Voracious Reader
Daughter of a serpent
meankitty69
blue
jilian
Emmy
Anathema
Serin Blackmoon
forsaken_dream
margaritama
LaBibliographe

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Daisy sat in the garden, nibbling on a cookie. She’d gotten up early to find that no one else was up. So, she’d done something she hadn’t been able to do since she got to this place. She went down to the kitchens and started baking. At first, the elves had been horrified that the young Miss was ‘soiling her hands with the servants,’ but after some gentle assurance that she wasn’t trying to do their job, merely blow off some steam, the elves left her to her devices.

And so now she had a plate stacked full of chocolate chunk fudge oatmeal cookies, and she could only hold about three herself. She was on her second one, and was already starting to feel the tingly feeling of sugar.
She looked down towards the garden house, and nearly dropped her plate at what she saw. Phelan was walking up the yard, looking like something out of a late-night infomercial.

He was shirtless, his pale face and neck glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He had a lean, muscular torso, and his abs seemed to jump with each step. He reached up and wiped his face with a small piece of cloth, the muscles in his arms shifting with the movement.

Daisy swallowed hard when he got a little closer. His chest was covered in a light dusting of silvery grey hair, much like that on his head. The hair trickled down into a gray trail that went right down into the front of his pants. Even his forearms had that unique grey dusting. He looked more like a young man than the boy she’d been thinking of him as. He walked past her, and she saw his nose twitch, and he turned his head back towards her, pinning her with those yellow eyes.

“Is that chocolate?” he asked. Daisy, her mouth still full of chocolate cookie, nodded mutely. Phelan took the plate from her, and went over to a shaded area of the garden. He plopped down on the ground, and began munching on the cookies.

Daisy swallowed hard to rid herself of the excess cookie.

“What exactly have you been doing today?” she asked. He looked up at her, and grinned.

“Working out. Have to stay in shape.” He said. Daisy looked at her cookie, and blushed softly. She was downright pudgy when compared to Phelan. Here he was, up at damn-near the butt-crack of dawn working out, and she was shoving chocolate cookies in her face as soon as she could make them.

Phelan turned back to his plate, but he studied her through his lashes. What he’d said had upset her. She thought herself fat, probably. Bollocks. Women should be much softer than men. He already knew she was strong and fast. He’d carried the marks for a week to prove she was fast.

Women were so fickle.

“If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re lovely.” He said. Daisy looked up, startled.

“What?” she asked.

“I can tell by your actions that you think yourself unattractive. That is utter nonsense. You are a very lovely female.” He said honestly.

“You’re just saying that…” she said, her blush returning.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Daisy.”

Daisy smiled at him. This was the first time he’d actually said her name. Usually he called her ‘girl’ or ‘human.’ She decided she liked it when he called her that.

Phelan could almost smell the pheromones she was unconsciously starting to put out. They weren’t overpowering, as she wasn’t old enough to take advantage of them. But they certainly were pleasant to smell. He gave her a small smile in return, and went back to the plate of biscuits in his hand. She surely was a good cook.

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Hermione opened her eyes sleepily. She felt deliciously sore after her session with Lucius, and she could hardly wait to jump him again. She carefully rolled over, pleased to note that her blonde lover was still asleep. She took this time to study him.

He had a symmetrical face and strong jaw line, which was prickly with fine blonde morning stubble. His eyebrows were a golden blonde, slightly darker than the hair on his head. He had thick blonde eyelashes, which surprised Hermione. The skin of his face untouched by facial hair looked smooth and even. His nose was perfectly straight and patrician in its shaping. He had a very kissable mouth, with full male lips. The only sign of his age that she could see were faint lines around his eyes that were only truly visible when he was completely still, and slightly more visible lines around his mouth. He truly was a stunning man.

His blonde hair was fanned out behind him on his pillow, and he had jammed an arm underneath his pillow to give more leverage to his head. Hermione shifted the sheets slightly, studying his torso. Lean and well-defined, he was, and it was making her tingle on the inside just to watch him in repose.

Hermione pulled the sheets just a little lower, and nearly purred when she saw he was sporting another erection. She shimmied underneath the sheets gently so as not to wake the wizard slumbering next to her. She was going to wake him up very nicely.

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She was on her knees in front of him, naked as the day she was born and gleaming from the oil he’d rubbed her down with. The only article of clothing she wore was the emerald green collar around her neck. There was a fine silver lead attached to it, and the lead was in his hand.

He knew it was a dream. Hermione would probably never be meek enough to collar. But he could dream, couldn’t he? Yes, he could, he would, and he was.

He tugged the lead gently.

“Come, pet. It’s time to teach you a new trick.” He ordered softly. He led her towards his black leather chair, walking slowly so that he could turn his head and watch her follow. She crawled languidly behind him, her breasts swaying beneath her.

“Yes, Master.” She purred.

He turned and sat in the chair by the fire, admiring the way the sparkling flames danced on her oiled skin. Her eyes were lined lightly, and her lips were painted blood red. Her unruly hair was in soft ringlets, flowing over her shoulders to tickle the tops of her breasts.

He spread his legs out slightly, and she came to rest between his knees, resting her bottom on the back of her legs and bowing her head to await instruction.

“Are you willing to learn?” he asked.

“Always, Master. Teach me how to please you.” She replied softly. He noticed her shift slightly to rub her thighs together. She was aroused.

He patted his knee, and she rose to her knees on command, her head coming up, her eyes settled on his stomach, safely away from his face.

“Unfasten my trousers.”

She moved closer on her knees and her deft little fingers quickly undid his belt. She then made quick work of the buttons on his pants. Then she rested her hands on his thighs to await further instructions. Good girl. To touch him without permission could prove disastrous. For her, of course. He would enjoy it either way.

“Is there something you need to ask me, Hermione?” Lucius inquired. Hermione shivered.

“May I take out your cock, sir?” she asked. His cock twitched as she said it. He did so love to hear her say that word.

“You may, pet.”

She reached into his trousers, pulling out his thick erection, and eyeing it hungrily. He could see her shifting again, attempting to soothe the ache that had started between her legs.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, pet?” he asked. Hermione, momentarily surprised, looked up at his face. But when his eyes flashed she lowered her head ashamedly.

“No, Master. I never had the urge to do so.” She replied meekly.

“Do you want to learn?” he asked her. It wasn’t really a question. He was going to have her learn whether she wanted to or not, and she knew this. Her answer would just determine how enjoyable it was for her.

“Would it please you, Master?” she asked. Impudent chit. Answering his question with a question!

“Yes. Very much so.” He replied.

“Then yes, sir, I would like to learn.” She said, her eyes drifting back to his cock, sticking lewdly out of his pants.

“What would you like to learn, Hermione? Ask me.”

“Would you teach me how to suck your cock, Master?” she asked, unconsciously licking her lips. He nearly groaned. Those red lips wrapped around his cock….oh gods help him…

“Put your mouth around the tip, pet.” He ordered. Hermione brought her head forward, her thick curly hair resting against his thighs as she opened her mouth to a perfect ‘O’ and enclosed it around the tip of his erection.

Something was different about this dream. It felt very real. Too real, in fact. He’d had plenty of erotic dreams involving Hermione, and none of them had ever come so close to the feeling of reality.

The scene was starting to shift and fade, but the wonderful hot, wet feeling of a mouth on his dick was not. He opened his eyes, and saw the top of his green canopy. He had somehow made it to his back, probably from some coaxing from his vixen. He looked down to see a very wriggly lump under the sheets at the apex of his thighs, and groaned aloud when he felt a few kitten licks applied to his balls. She was experimenting with him, the curious little lioness.

“Are you quite happy under there, pet?” he asked. He saw the wiggling lump stiffen.

“Quite.” Came the muffled reply. The covers blew back, as if a gust of wind had taken them, and Lucius looked down at Hermione. Her hair was ruffled with sleep and from being under the covers, and her lips were glistening with saliva she had applied for lubrication. Her eyes were alight with mischief and lust.

“I never said you had to stop.” Lucius said gently. This was not the trained pet of his dream. This was a living, breathing, very mercurial Hermione Granger. He would have to train her later. “Please…continue.” He said politely.

Hermione lost a little of her bravery in the light, but she was quite content to continue. She ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, and circled the sensitive head, coating it with saliva. Then she withdrew slightly, and blew on his organ. He gasped and bucked, surprising Hermione.

“Where did you learn that?” he asked, his eyes darkening with pure unadulterated lust. She looked up at him with nearly glowing golden eyes.

“A book.” She said, and bit her lower lip.

“You’ll find that there are some things you cannot learn in a book, Hermione Granger.” He said.

“If I can’t learn it in a book I’ll just have to have….hands-on instruction.” She said. She heard him growl softly.

“Put that wicked mouth to better use.” He said gruffly, leaning back against his pillow. Hermione wrapped one hand around the base of his length, and began to run her hand up and down. Her other hand began to play with the fine blonde hairs on his thighs, running her fingers over it, and plucking at it gently. Lucius’ hips jerked when she plucked.

Gods, it had been so long since he’d had a hand other than his own on his nether regions. He wasn’t going to last long. Especially if he watched Hermione’s face. Her eyebrows had slightly furrowed in concentration, and she had bitten down on her lower lip. Her tongue flitted out to re-moisten her lips, and her mouth fell open slightly as she touched him.

The hand on his thigh moved to his balls, and began rolling the plump flesh between her fingers. He groaned softly when she pressed those wandering fingers right behind his scrotum.

“Hermione…vixen…” he purred. Hermione lowered her head and captured the tip of his cock in her mouth, sucking gently. He cursed loudly when the tip of her tongue pressed into the slit of his cock. “Hermione…move your head….I’m going to…” he started, his knees pulling up slightly.

And then she hummed softly. He lost it completely, coming with a shout into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, pumping him through his orgasm.

She’d never tasted a man’s come before. The book she had spoken of was to learn a bit of technique so that she could give Ron a birthday present. They hadn’t made it to his birthday, so she’d never had a cock touch her lips. The taste was unfamiliar to her, but at the same time she didn’t hate it.

She licked the last drops away, idly stroking the now-softening organ.

“Think we should go downstairs now?” she asked, crawling back up beside him. Lucius’ chest was still rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath.

“Possibly. Or they’ll come looking for us.” He replied, rolling to his side. But her brows furrowed slightly, and Lucius could tell something had crossed her mind that bothered her. “Is something the matter, pet?” he asked.

“I…I don’t know. I feel…so comfortable with you. Like there’s nothing I need to hide. When I was with…with my ex I felt as if I had to hide certain aspects of me. I had to dumb down my conversation…I had to reign in my ‘abrasive behavior.’ But you…you are very intelligent yourself. You have your own abrasive personality that grinds quite evenly against mine.” She said. He bristled a little when she said he was abrasive, but he conceded the point to her. They were both quite demanding sometimes.

“I feel very comfortable with you as well. I know your morals…you wear them on your sleeve like most wear their feelings. You are open to about what you believe in. I, by my Slytherin nature, have always been quite calculating and sometimes downright distrustful of others. But you, my dear, I trust. Your Gryffindor courage may sometimes grate on my very last nerve, but your loyalty and kindness know no bounds. For all of their differences, I do believe Slytherins and Gryffindors could be quite compatible if they let themselves.” He said. Hermione was enthralled by the sheer honesty in his voice. He trusted her!

Wow….pillow talk was very insightful sometimes.

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Okay. THe ball will be very soon, I just wanted to get the lemons out of my system first. They took a while ripening, but we did get a great harvest, didn't we? And there's still some left on the trees, my friends, so don't leave for too long!

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