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Blood and Vows	By : MJurjevic Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 38654 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Four: In Pursuit of Renewed Manhood by nagandsev

Summary: Astoria attempts to wash away Lucius' touch, and Draco reclaims what he feels is his to claim.

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Soaking in the warm, bubbling waters of her bath, Astoria couldn't help but make a mental inventory over and over again of everything that had transpired that afternoon. Attempting to convince herself that she had covered all bases, she closed her eyes tightly in concentration and ticked off what had been done: the phial with Lucius' sperm sample was dropped off at St Mungo's in place of Draco's, a requested and received copy of her separate initial test results had been given to her by mediwitch Penelope Clearwater, and all that remained was to now await for 'Draco's' second results. She'd been assured they'd be owled within the next twenty-four hours.

Why, then, was her heart weighed down with dread? Why could she not wash away her feelings of anxiety and guilt, and why was she caught in turmoil, with the unbearable sensation of physical desire for Lucius, a searing force of longing and need?

For lather and scrub her skin as she might, Astoria could not rid herself of Lucius' touch, his kisses on her neck, lips, thighs and sex... The feeling of his cock deep within her; along with a sporadic burning, the memory sent sparks and a tingling throbbing through her breasts, shooting down through her centre, causing her vaginal muscles to clench beyond control, an anticipatory wetness to form. A moan of need escaped her lips. "Draco!"

Draco! I need Draco to erase away Lucius!

"Astoria?"

A slight cry of surprise sounded forth as she opened her eyes and saw, standing in the archway of the bathing room, her husband.

Draco's initial pleasure and self-satisfied smile at finding Astoria in their grand, oval-shaped bath faltered, but only momentarily. Pumped with adrenaline, he waggled a curled parchment in his hands, proud as a peacock.

As Astoria's eyes jumped from the St Mungo's parchment back to Draco's gleaming grey ones, she whispered breathlessly, "The results?"

His smug, affirmative smile answered her.

So intense was Draco's expression of exultant contentment, Astoria became breathless and forgot all else except for the resemblance of an irresistable Draco that she had not seen for so very long: a modicum of the younger, cockier wizard he was once before, long ago, covered his features as he decisively placed the treasured parchment safely on a cushioned towel tray.

Neither spoke as Draco impatiently pulled off his suit jacket and kicked off his shoes, simultaneously tugging and jerking off his cravat, unbuttoning his waistcoat and pulling his belt off in swift, smooth movements.

As Astoria and Draco held each other's gaze, their lips broadened into knowing smiles, both's body chemistry and heat kicking in, activated. A sensual anticipation. Satisfaction guaranteed.

She couldn't help but laugh in delight as he stepped into the scented, bubbling bath water. "Draco," she playfully protested, "your trousers! Your shirt—you still have your socks on!"

"It won't be the first time I've left them on," he smirked smugly.

"But in the bath—"

"Can't wait—"

Splashing down, snuggling up beside her in the shallow pool-like tub, still half-clothed, his lips sealed hers with a devouring kiss, stopping his wife from chiding him further. Draco was in no mood for teasing taunts: he wanted her, and he wanted her now. The proof-positive affirmation of his sperm sample—that he wasn't sterile—unleashed a pulsing randiness within him. I need to be inside her—deep inside her... make love to her—fuck her, now! He pressed her nakedness tightly against him, molding their bodies together.

Astoria melted into his arms, curling herself around him instinctively as only a couple who'd shared an ongoing sybaritic, fleshly union could. She groaned in voluptary gratification, squirming and revelling in the feeling of her nakedness against his wet, textured trousers; his hardened cock pressed through the layer of soaked, heavy tweed, coarsely grinding and teasing against her nethermost mound. She softly grunted as the rough, tickling friction of his covered straining cock rubbed against her sex with mounting, arousing pressure. She moaned in pleasure as Draco touched and stimulated her as only he knew how; her body responded to his foreplay as it always did: eagerly, uncontrollably. Thirsty and yearning.

As his fingers began to knead her lower back, massaging slowly downward, cupping and spreading her buttocks in circular, searching movements, Draco paused to tease the delicate softness of skin, stroking the smooth, hidden silky crevass between her luscious bottom's cheeks; then he felt lower, teasing her vaginal opening, tapping and patting her folds lightly, only to change and probe her rhythmically with his skilful fingers.

Astoria broke their kiss, gasping softly as he inserted one, then two fingers, pumping her pussy with measured, controlled force, causing her to undulate and mewl in pleasure.

In heated exploration of each other, their bodies' balance in the soapy, bath water was tipped, and they slipped and slid, grasping and clinging to each other in exigent mounting need.

Unable to forestall any longer, Draco triumphantly placed himself between her legs, embracing and cushioning her torso wrapped in his arms tightly underneath him against the shallow bath's surface. All foreplay was put on pause as they held each other's gaze.

Ever so slowly, Draco gently lowered his lips to hers; he kissed her as if for the first time.

For he felt it was a first time–the first time in a long time he had felt so virile. Believing fully now, without a doubt, that he wasn't sterile, the nagging, lingering self-doubt had utterly disappeared. His self-confidence, self-esteem and renewed, potent manhood thundered through his veins with a purpose and desire to make love to Astoria as he had never done before, or rather, with a fresh, assured intention which he had never known he contained before.

Moreover, pounding in his veins and mind was the ever-present gratitude and awareness of the miracle of Astoria's love, her tenderness and affection she perpetually gave to him; it never failed to ignite a raw and insatiable arousal and desire to please and pleasure her in any and all ways. Draco had only ever known unconditional affection and love, and that he'd received only from his mother, and then unconditional intimacy and love from Astoria. The perverse, conditional affection his Aunt Bellatrix had shown on him, awakened in him for a brief time raw carnality, was now a muddled blur of humiliation and regret, along with the reminder of the mark of the Dark Lord that was eternally seared into his left arm. He countered his perverse past with losing himself inside Astoria, inside her hot, deep cunt; his opulative, corporeal union with her soothing his tainted past.

Draco's lips covered and searched hers, almost painfully, as he embraced her; her nipples pressed against his wet shirt, thinly covering his hard, sinewy chest. Not allowing her to slip away from him, Draco held her tighter, half-cradling her against him, holding her chin so his tongue could delve and explore her. Breaking away to momentarily catch their breaths, Astoria gazed in wonder at the grey eyes so intensely determined, desperate.

"My results," whispered her husband fiercely as she felt his fingers stroke needily down her back, finding the curve and form of her buttocks, softly stroking the promising crevass in between again, "I'm not sterile." His kisses intensified in pressure as he outlined her slippery softness until placing his palm firmly on her womb.

"Oh, Draco," she whispered back, placing one hand on top of his.

"Yes, Madam Malfoy?" He clutched and raised her wet hand to his lips, kissing it ardently, as Astoria's other hand found its way to unbuttoning his trousers. With a mutual urgency, he helped her; impatiently, he tugged the cumbersome, wet trousers and underpants off with visible irritability. His old, self-assurance had returned as he smirked, pulling the soaked socks off one by one and tossing them wildly out of the water. He adjusted his body weight and changed his position to sit back on his ankles, the soap suds covering him waist down. Gazing at his wife, he slightly bowed his head. "Your wish is my command—let's," he cleared his throat theatrically, "sire an heir, shall we, Madam Malfoy?"

As the blond wizard launched forward in the bathwater, he gently guided her legs apart, sweeping each one over an arm as he swooped forward placing himself between her legs. Astoria grabbed and latched on to his shoulders, her breasts sticking out of the scented water. Draco tilted his head down to lick and suck on a pointy nipple; he had her body scooped and held firmly in place again, and was at liberty to move between her puckered lips and nipples at leisure.

Feeling her suddenly tense and still, he stopped and raised his head. "What's wrong, Astoria?"

For at his playful words, 'Let's sire an heir', the uncontrollable memory of the truth of Draco's sterile condition, known only to her... and Lucius, had seared through her painfully, as if petrifying her. Seeing an all too familiar worry furrow Draco's brow, Astoria mustered up her will, pushing the painful truth aside, and beckoned to her husband, "Come. Come, now. I want you now. Need you now."

Relieved, Draco whispered, "Don't be sad, love." He kissed her fluttering eyelids, her silky cheeks. "I'm going to make everything all right," he assured her heatedly as he pushed his cock inside her. Draco paced himself as he had never before. He savoured every gasp and moan which ushered forth from Astoria's lips, her flushed cheeks and fastened grip, as he increased his rhythm and depth of penetration inside her cunt. The slipperiness of the water made his thrusting shift her, shift his angle; her vaginal muscles contracted tenser and tenser; the exquisite sensation caused him to gasp, a swelling burning pain in his chest and loins. "Ah," he groaned aloud, the tightness of his swollen cock's fit inside her burning wetness intensified; his balls began to tighten up.

"Fuck me, Draco," he heard Astoria whisper in his ear. "Fuck me, hard and deep." His eyes clenched in concentration, and he became oblivious to the loud splashing of water and knew not where he was, only the astute sensations of pangs from fingernails digging into his back registered, distracting him sporadically, but then, with the mounting friction, he was fucking Astoria as he'd never fucked her before and forgot all else—knew nothing else as they both came, climaxing one after the other, any post-ejaculation washing away by his determined thrusting, his fucking her cunt until his last drop.

Their postcoitus bliss was interrupted by hearing an all too familiar voice ask, "Dear, dear, I do seem to be interrupting something."

Water splashing all about, Draco scrambled off Astoria, plopping down beside her in the soapy water, and both turned around to look at where the voice had come from.

Standing smug and self-assured in the doorway was Lucius.

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A/N: My greatest appreciation to the one and only star_girl for all of her lovely generous beta support and nudging!
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