The End Is The Beginning Is The End | By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 52603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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Lucius stared at the sleeping girl. She slept above the sheets, her body curled into the fetal position. A defensive position. One reserved for defense.
As per his instructions, the doctor gave her a sedative that was intended to make her tired and unclear. Foggy. He intended to question her when her mind was less…clear.
But unfortunately the doctor seemed to have over medicated her. She was completely passed out. To verify this he knelt on the edge of the bed and began to lift up the shift she wore.
No response.
And he knew enough of her mannerisms and habits to know that it would be extremely difficult, if not impossible, for her to ignore him touching her. If alert she would have scurried away like a frightened puppy.
It made no sense to waste his efforts on a subject who could not appreciate his attention.
And yet…
His eyes drifted over the curves of her body…
She was truly a small thing. Delicately formed. And completely healed, so the bruises and cuts were all gone. Her skin was smooth and as he traced the outline of her thigh, soft to the touch.
Lucius ran a hand through his long, waist length silvery hair and considered what he would do. What he wanted to do.
He never fucked prisoners unless there was something to gain from the situation. Otherwise how could he justify something so revolting? She was a mudblood, he was pure.
And yet..
He knelt over her, carefully positioning her body between his. He carefully turned her over so that she lay on her back and pulled her legs down, and studied the full lips. The delicate arch of her brow. And he reached down to push an errant curl out of the way.
I can use this to mess with her later…
The idea entered his mind even as he began to unbuckle his trousers. Yes, he could use it against her. It would be like a kind of mental torture…
The blood was already rushing to his cock, and he could feel his erection straining to be released. And if he didn’t use it? So what. He could do whatever he wanted. As a person she had no value, and was less than. A sub-person.
He carefully raised her shift so that her breasts were exposed, pushing the fabric up to her neck. It was strange, he distantly thought, how hyper-aware he was.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and yet he was not cold. His hands hovered over her exposed breasts for several seconds before he finally cupped them in his hands.
They fit perfectly, and he gently began to knead them. Massaging them.
If she were awake, he could not do this. He would never be able to enjoy her like this. To play with her like this.
He was a man, after all, appreciating a disposable toy. And she was merely a hole that he could fill, that was all.
While his left hand manipulated her left breast he lowered his right hand to her cunt. She was dry, of course. But because she always struggled he never had the time to explore her like this, at his leisure.
‘What a frustrating creature you are, Ms. Granger,’ He said this himself, though he spoke out loud, ‘Why is it you fight so hard when you and I both know you are destined to fail?’
He traced the delicate line of her throat with the back of his left hand. If she was anybody else, he would have disposed of them long ago. But she was different.
Smiling slightly, he hooked his arms under her legs and drew her closer. And then he used his right hand to guide his cock into her cunt.
He met with resistance.
And then his smile broadened. She would wake up in a great deal of pain after this.
He pulled his hips back and rammed his cock into her, pushing in, until he was buried inside, balls deep.
Heaven.
Delightful.
Yes.
Lucius pulled back, and grunted this time, watching with fascination as her tits bounced in tandem to his thrusts. It was the most divine pleasure. She was squeezing so hard, it came as no surprise that he finished in a matter of minutes.
Sweating, gasping for breath, he leaned over her cool body. She was still.
He pulled out and watched his cum bubble and dribble out. There was something extremely erotic in watching it.
He knew he would have to have her cleaned. But he wanted to see if she would confront him. So instead of cleaning the inside he merely wiped up the outside. And then he pulled her shift down and straightened his clothing.
He would be disappointed if she did not confront him.
Sweet dreams, Ms. Granger…
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