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The Raven's Song	By : Quills Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Lucius had left the choice in her hands. Should Lyra remain in the bathroom, she sensed he would not return to force her into his arms. He wanted her to surrender herself to him entirely and of her own free will, and finally, after so very long, she realised she was ready to do just that.
Swallowing hard, she let less than a minute elapse before she pushed the door open in his wake. He was pacing back and forth across the bedchamber, running his hands through his hair, but his head whipped towards her the moment he heard her footsteps on the floorboards.
Neither of them spoke. Perhaps he felt the same way that she did, too afraid to even speak for fear of ruining the spell that had descended between them in anticipation of all that was surely now to come.
It seemed he intended to waste no further time. He had already unbuttoned his bottle green shirt and it now hung open to expose his muscular chest, sparsely covered by fair hairs that thickened as they wound their way down past his navel and into the top of his trousers. Lyra knew she was staring at him, but she could not tear her eyes away for even a heartbeat.
She didn’t know how he was doing this. When she and Sirius first met, she thought she could never want and need any man as much as she needed the man who so soon became her husband, but standing here before Lucius now she felt herself irresistibly falling slave to a lust that was an equal for everything she had felt what seemed like a lifetime ago.
Dumbstruck by that realisation and everything it implied, she silently crossed the room and held her hand out for him to take. She wound her fingers through his and let him draw her into his arms as she finally spoke. “Lucius?”
His free hand settled in the small of her back, holding her against him as his lips grazed hers before he answered her. “What is it, Lyra?”
“I want...I want to know something first.”
It seemed Lucius did not need to ask what she meant by first. Tensing against her as he breathed in deeply, he nodded. “Anything that is in my power to answer I will tell you.”
“Then tell me this.” Lyra sighed softly, content in his arms in a way she had never expected herself to be. “That last time we saw each other...Lucius, why did you Stupefy me instead of taking everything I begged you to?”
Still holding her hand in his, he lifted his head so he could look directly into her eyes. “How would it have looked for you if the Aurors found you in my arms just moments after your husband’s murder? Lyra, they would have assumed you too were one of us and you would have gone to Azkaban – I did not want that for you, pet. When I realised they were coming I Stupefied you to make it look as though we had once more been doing battle.”
Stunned by that proof he had put her before his own needs and safety, she stretched up onto the tips of her toes to meet the gentle kiss she sensed he wanted to deliver, but their lips barely touched before he pulled back and spoke again, a dark hunger in his eyes this time that thrilled her so deeply she found herself captivated by his words.
“Of course,” he said, “had I been able to Apparate out with you, I do not think I would have been quite so selfless. Reckless and foolish nobility is not a Slytherin trait, after all.”
Her pulse quickened, her heart now beating wildly out of time as his fingers splayed in the small of her back to caress her ass, pulling her hips more tightly into his so she could feel the unmistakable shape of his cock hardening against her. Breathless, she pushed up against him and gazed up into his eyes as her next words fell from her lips with no conscious command. “What would you have done if we had been able to Apparate out?”
There was a spark of life in Lucius’s sunken and shadowed eyes once more. He circled around her before coming to a halt behind her and winding his hands through her hair. His lips descended to rest against her throat, the sensation of his breath upon her bare skin arousing her almost as fiercely as the way that his body was now pressed intimately against hers again. “What would I have done, Lyra? Do you want me to tell you?”
Lyra’s breath hitched, the words that were hovering on the tip of her tongue impossible to hold back any longer. “No...show me,” she whispered.
He groaned under his breath. “Gladly, pet, for I have waited far, far too long to do so!”
Pulling her head back, he finally staked out his claim to her lips all over again. He held nothing back, his tongue instantly parting her lips and thrusting into her mouth as he kissed her with a ravenous passion, his hands roaming over her stomach before moving higher to cup her breasts as she cried out in stunned delight, a sound he swallowed with a fresh groan as his thumbs brushed across her taut nipples.
This was it. There was no turning back now, for he would not release her until he had everything he sought, yet she did not even care. As he groped at her breasts and began to steer her towards the bed all without breaking the kiss, she reached up to touch his face with one hand and let his tongue wrap possessively around hers, the intrusion speaking clearly of everything that was so soon to come.
Lyra clung to Lucius in desperation, willing him not to fail her now. This was what he always had been able to do. He could make her forget everything that wasn’t him, and tonight she needed nothing more. So long as he kissed her like this, there was nothing else in the entire world; no pain, no fear, nothing that could touch them or tear them apart. There was only them.
Her skin was on fire, her fever spiking to match all she felt rising from his bare chest as she leaned back against it and he finally ended the kiss only to seize her by the waist and turn her to face him. Her breath caught in her throat as their eyes briefly locked, and then with a strangled groan he pushed her onto the bed then sprung up in her wake, kneeling between her thighs and lowering his full weight onto her as he sought out her mouth once more.
She willingly allowed his show of dominance, for her body thrilled in it. She didn’t know how it was he had always been able to sense precisely what she needed, but it seemed that the years that had parted them had done nothing to lessen the inexplicable connection. As his mouth moved against hers, coaxing her arousal higher and higher, she reached up to touch his face and wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him nearer, bucking against the unmistakable shape of his rock hard cock through his trousers.
Lucius broke away with a desperate curse, grinding his cock against her before he jerked back as if he had been burned and seized hold of her hands. “Undress me, Lyra,” he demanded hoarsely. “Make me yours as surely as you are mine now, for I cannot bear to wait much longer to give us all we so desperately need!”
She needed no further encouragement. Her hands shook wildly as she tugged his shirt away and guided him down onto his sheets, straddling his waist and kissing the side of his throat, letting her mouth rest against his racing pulse point as her fingers flew down to struggle with his belt. Near crying out in frustration, she battled desperately with the silver basilisk clasp until it finally fell open in her hand.
Lyra had forgotten what it was like to feel a need this powerful and consuming. It had been far, far too long since she put her own needs first, but tonight she could do nothing but submit to the force that was driving her on, urging her to surrender to Lucius and take all she needed from him in return. When she guided his trousers and briefs down past his broad, muscular thighs then rolled to the side to pull them away, the sight of his cock and how hard it was for her nearly tore her apart. Her eyes wide, she knelt up again to look down at the red-faced wizard next to her, and with no warning he sprang back up and wrested her down onto the sheets.
She moaned out loud in delight, and his thin lips curved back. “I always knew you and I would be remarkably compatible in bed, Lyra. You yearn for me to possess you, and you have from the very start. Tonight I will do just that, but if you want me you must relax and submit to me entirely. I have wanted you for so long, you see, that I know exactly how I want this to go. Will you do that for me, pet?”
Breathless, she could do nothing but nod eagerly and stare up at him.
“Very good,” Lucius said softly. “Then relax, Lyra, and surrender yourself to the man who has spent so many years dreaming only of you.”
Lyra wanted to do just that, but her body craved his so desperately that even these few short moments of talking were a frustration she couldn’t bear. She bucked against him shamelessly, willing him to drive them on towards the glorious conclusion they had waited for so very long, but he laughed quietly and shook his head as he moved back to kneel between her spread thighs.
“Patience, pet,” he crooned. “I will give you all you need, I swear that, but I want you to relax and finally let me do all I have dreamed of for so, so long!”
This final proof of how badly he wanted her thrilled her so deeply that finally she relaxed, allowing her eyes to drift closed as she heard him breathe in sharply and ease himself further down the bed. With a shiver of anticipation, she let loose a low moan when his hands came to rest on her thighs and gently but insistently forced them further apart, exposing her entirely to him. With no thought of anything but submitting to all he sought, she stayed still until he lowered his head, his long hair brushing against the inside of her thighs to draw a startled cry from her lips.
“I want to kiss you, pet,” Lucius said hoarsely. “Tonight I want nothing more than your pleasure, and I think I know precisely how to deliver it to you.”
With no further warning he let his mouth come to rest against her left thigh, gently kissing the sensitive skin as she cried out again, already so painfully aroused that she was ready for his cock, just these few kisses and touches enough to make her his. It seemed he had no intention of rushing this, though, despite how long they had waited for this.
He kissed her thigh again, this time tugging the soft skin between his teeth before his tongue danced a wandering path all over her, making his intent perfectly clear. She tensed as his tongue snaked ever higher and her hips rose from the bed in a desperate plea of their own accord, her body knowing precisely what she needed before she could find the words.
He groaned quietly and Lyra fisted the sheets above her head, the loud torrent of moans now streaming from her mouth urging him on as his mouth hovered tantalisingly over her clit, his panting breath warm against her as his hold on her thighs tightened so much it was painful.
“Please!” she whispered, perfectly aware she was begging him, but she didn’t care. She needed this, more than she had ever known she would. “Lucius, you’re tormenting me and I can’t bear it, not tonight. Please, won’t you give us what we both need?”
“Pet, I have never been able to deny you.”
And with those scintillating words he delivered a fierce kiss to her aching clit, sending sharp thrills of lust pulsing through her body as he devoted himself to her entirely. His tongue wrapped around her clit as he kissed it again and again, sucking gently until she rocked against his mouth, swept away on the tide of pleasure already building inside her even before his teeth grazed against her.
Stunned by the force of all she felt, she reached down to fist his hair as he slowly but insistently licked her clit then her cunt, teasing her and coaxing her arousal to a height she had forgotten she could feel.
“Circe!” Lyra cursed softly, lost to the awe that flooded through her with every skilful lick and bite Lucius delivered to her. He took nothing from this but the triumph in bringing her to her climax, and already it was drawing near, the forbidden thrill of being with him in his bed after so long fighting this consuming her until her breath came in shallow gasps, her body teetering on the edge of the explosive orgasm he clearly intended to deliver to her.
Lucius lifted his head as her eyes opened and she quietly sobbed, his face red and his grey eyes dark with lust. “Close, Lyra?” he said, triumph burning in his voice.
“So very close! Lucius, please!”
“How I have yearned to hear you begging me for this, pet!” Groaning quietly, he reached up with one hand to caress her breasts, insistently rolling her nipples between his fingers as she pushed herself against his mouth and he obliged, teasing her clit with his tongue until she began to tense from head to toe, her body mere heartbeats now from surrendering everything he sought.
Tears filled her eyes, but when his tongue darted inside her cunt she felt her body lurch, her head spinning wildly out of control as her lust for him exploded through every last inch of her feverish body. Sobbing out his name, she rocked helplessly against him and reached her arms out, begging without words for him to hold her as she rode out the wave of her powerful climax.
Cursing under his breath, Lucius launched himself up and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly and whispering her name over and over again as she wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face in his shoulder, content to let everything he was surround her until he was all she knew. His cock pushed up against her cunt and she bore down against him, desperate to give him the same pleasure he had so effortlessly delivered to her, and it seemed her unspoken invitation had smashed apart what little remained of his self-control.
“Ah, Lyra, I can never relinquish this!” he said, his words so soft she realised he hadn’t even meant to speak them. She pretended not to have heard, instead crying out in unbound delight as he shifted and buried his cock inside her with one swift, deep stroke.
Neither of them held back. Lyra threw her arms around his neck to anchor herself as she moved in time with the frenzied rhythm he set, meeting each hard thrust of his cock with just as much passion, keenly aware that he needed his release as badly as she had needed hers; and even as she felt the final throes of her orgasm pulse and fade away, a fresh one began to build deep down in her core.
Unable to find the words to express herself, she simply clung to him all the more tightly as his crescendo of loud groans rose to match her low cries of delight, the two of them powerless to do anything but drive each together towards the conclusion that had been inevitable ever since that night at the Quidditch World Cup what seemed like a lifetime ago. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she always knew it would end like this. The lust she felt for Lucius was too powerful to resist forever, the inexplicable draw to his side one she could never have defied much longer. Now she was here in his arms, she never wanted to leave them.
“Lyra, what is this hold you have on me?” he said painfully, his face contorted as he thrust up into her again and again. “I cannot pretend to understand this, but what I do know is that I can never get enough of it!”
Lucius’ words echoed so precisely what Lyra felt that she shuddered wildly, telling him with her eyes how near to climaxing again she already was. As she fought for breath, he tensed against her and forced his hand down between their bodies, roughly caressing her clit as his cock moved inside her. She fiercely kissed the side of his throat, urging him on and moving against his deft fingers as each flick they made pushed her ever closer – and judging by his shallow, panting breaths, he too was nearly there. If she wanted to come again for him, she would have to do so now.
No sooner did that thought flit into her mind than the dam gave way. With a strangled cry, she slumped on top of him as his powerful thrusts pushed her up again and she gave herself over to the sweetest of pleasures, allowing the fire of her climax to spread through her body and sweep all else aside. Nothing mattered but the two of them, not tonight.
As they fell back onto the sheets beneath them, he called out her name and pinned her down with one last deep stroke of his cock before the strength in his arms gave way and he gathered her up against his chest, their arms and legs tangled together as they revelled in their shared release. She didn’t think she could bear to ever let go of him now, and when he gently lifted his weight away again with a whispered, awestruck curse, she instantly rolled onto her side and reached out for him again.
“Don’t go,” she said, making no effort to mask the longing in her voice. “Stay with me, Lucius, please?”
He leaned down and kissed her deeply before he answered. “Pet, I promise you I am going nowhere. Relax, for you have nothing to fear now I have you.”
Against all good sense she believed him. With a low, sated sigh, she nestled into his arms, content to trust him to protect her whilst she slept; but it seemed he had no intention of them sleeping, not yet. He staked out his claim to her lips all over again, this kiss not intended to lull her, but instead to stoke her lust for him all over again.
Tonight Lucius finally had what he had sought for so long. Tonight Lyra knew nothing but him. Whatever the morning would bring no longer mattered, not when his hands were already roaming over her bare body again with a desperate possessiveness and in an instant his mouth was all over her breasts, sending her lust for him soaring out of control until she could bear it no more. Sobbing out his name and allowing the inevitable to consume her, she clung tightly to him as he thrust deeply into her again and made her his in every way that mattered.
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