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The Heirloom	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 18477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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                                                       Chapter Seven

            The moon was riding high in the night sky, its silvery light reflecting off of the smooth surface of the lake. Hermione stood in front of the large bank of windows that made up one wall of Lucius’s bedchamber. She was once more a married woman waiting for her bridegroom to take her to bed. Only this time she did not feel the giddy anticipation of a besotted bride eager for her husband’s touch. This time she was a reluctant bride with an even more reluctant bridegroom hoping that the consummation could be done without too much discomfort for either of them.

            The ceremony itself had taken place in the clerk’s office in the Ministry courthouse. It had been quick and perfunctory, over in five minutes. They followed it up with an awkward dinner and an even more awkward retiring after dessert.   Lucius had shown her to his chambers and excused himself so that she might ready herself for bed in peace. She partook in the luxury of his surprisingly modern en suite. The large shower cubicle boasted multiple shower heads, its beautifully tiled interior filling with relaxing steam as the hot water poured over her.

It was oddly intimate to be using his soap and shampoo. His staff had kindly left her a toothbrush and a comb on the vanity top so that she did not have to try and make do. However, her lack of sleepwear had her rifling through his wardrobe and donning a rather luxurious white Egyptian cotton oxford. It fell to mid-thigh and she had to roll the over long sleeves back several times for comfort, but it provided coverage and made her feel more comfortable than walking around his chamber naked.

She rested her forehead against the window; the cool glass was soothing against her skin. She felt restless and hot, no doubt the stress of it all had her blood pressure up. In a short period of time she was going to have to accept a new man into her bed…or his bed rather…and into her body. Sex was something she did not share without love or an emotion close to it. She wasn’t frigid, she enjoyed sex, but she didn’t do casual sex. She certainly didn’t do casual sex with former criminals.

“If you are thinking of jumping I should inform you that my chambers are on the first level of the house,” Lucius said from behind her. “The most you can hope for is a skinned knee from the two foot distance from veranda to lawn.”

She couldn’t help but crack a smile for his attempt at humor. Slowly she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. He was standing in the doorway. Apparently he had used another chamber for his bath as his hair was damp. He was wearing a simple gray bathrobe and sleep pants, from the open vee of the robe she could see that he was bare chested. A tall man in a formal suit stepped up behind him, startling Hermione.

“Will there be anything else, sir?” the man said in a very proper tone.

“No, thank you, Arthur, you are dismissed,” Lucius said. Hermione was a bit surprised to detect fondness in his tone.

“Very well, Sir,” Arthur said, bowing slightly. “Good night, Madame.” Hermione smiled in acknowledgement, somehow touched by the warm welcome she had received from his staff. They had been very respectful, even though they had to be incredibly confused by her presence in their master’s bedchamber.

Lucius closed the door and heard her gasp. He looked up from turning the lock and saw the wide eyed expression on her face. He recognized fear when he saw it. It wasn’t full on terror, but there was fear there none the less.

“I won’t harm you,” he said quietly. His stomach turned at the realization that she considered him capable of it. He should not have been surprised; he was guilty of many, many sins.

“I’m nervous,” she said honestly. He was coming towards her, slowly as if she were a mare that was easily spooked. She supposed that she should be grateful that he was at least trying to be kind, but her pulse was racing and the adrenaline rushing through her system was making her jittery.

“This is odd,” he said, coming to a halt in front of her. He was a full head taller than she was so she had to look up at him. He was less than a foot away from her and could smell his soap and shampoo clinging to her skin and hair. It was strangely erotic to smell his scent on a woman and he felt a surprising jolt of interest in his loins. He couldn’t recall how long it had been since he had been with a woman. It had been at least a year, perhaps longer since he had genuinely been interested in the opposite sex.

“Is it…I mean…are you…do you…” she blushed, her face heating further as she stammered over the question she didn’t want to ask. “Should we call for supplies?”

“Supplies?” Lucius asked, his lips twitching and his brows arched. “What supplies do we require for copulation? Do muggles do it differently?”

“No..I mean..it’s the same…but…um…do you need help?” she asked, her voice squeaking embarrassingly on the last word.

Lucius thought about her question. He reached forward and pushed her hair back over her shoulder. He looked at her face as if seeing her for the first time. She was not beautiful in the way that he generally thought of beauty, not what most purebloods consider beautiful. But, she was pretty. She had soft, creamy skin, lush lips and wide expressive eyes. Her hair was thick and a bit wild, tangling around her ears and over her shoulders. From his vantage point he could see down the front of the shirt--his shirt--that she was wearing. He could see the upper swells of her breasts and surprisingly his palms itched to touch them. He felt the heat begin to stir in his cock, the soft appendage beginning to tighten and stir behind the cotton sleep wear.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” he said quietly. His expression was one of curiosity, as if he were trying to figure out the answer to some unspoken question. He reached for the buttons on her borrowed shirt, suddenly unable to think about anything other than seeing her breasts and discerning the color of her nipples. He managed to free two before her hands wrapped around his wrists, effectively stopping him.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she said softly. Lucius met her gaze was stunned by the vulnerability that he saw there.

“You aren’t a virgin, Hermione, you have done this before unless you lived in a sexless marriage,” he said.

“No…not the sex…the way we are doing this…so casual and cold…I’ve never done this without love, without the touching and the kissing.” Her uncertainty touched him. There was something about her vulnerability in that moment that stirred the protective side of him. That puzzled him. He had tried to rid the world of her not that long ago, had worked tirelessly to rid the world of her kind yet suddenly he felt the need to comfort and protect her. It made no sense. He could only imagine that it was something beyond his control, she was his wife—wanted or not—therefore he would instinctively protect her regardless of if he liked her or not. Or, it could simply be the fact that she had his cock rising, eager to take a dip in her young body.

Whatever it was he was experiencing foreign emotions regarding the young witch trembling before him.

Young.

It was a word that kept resurfacing in his mind since the Clerk had declared his findings and offered them the solution to their problem. She was young compared to him, young enough to be his child. He didn’t dally with young women, ever. He limited his intimate contact to wealthy widows with grown children who had no desire to trap themselves a wealthy pureblood husband. He had done his duty to the family; he had married and produced an heir. Draco was healthy, intelligent, and capable and had already produced the next generation’s heir.

Hermione had never known a life where she had no choice about who to share her body with. The one thing that a woman should always have control over had been taken away from her. She had to sleep with him, she had to take him into her body or give up what was a part of her, a vital part of her. Lucius had intended to be quick and clinical about the consummation. He intended to lay her down, do the deed and be done with it. But the forlorn expression on her face made him rethink that decision.

“Okay,” he said softly. He grasped her chin gently between this thumb and forefinger, tilting her head back. He brushed his lips against hers, her lips parting on a surprised gasp at the touch. He pulled back and searched her eyes for a moment, searching for a sign that he had crossed a major line. The wariness and trepidation blended with curiosity and interest and he smiled before lowering his lips to hers once more.

She trembled as he coaxed a response from her, inhaling sharply when his tongue touched the center of her top lip, lightly tapping at it in a request for entry. She tasted sweet, like the tea with honey she had drunk before he arrived. Her hands fisted in the front of his robe, bunching the fabric within her grasp. Conflicting emotions battled inside her. She wanted to run away and at the same time she wanted to press closer, to open her lips wider and taste more of the enigmatic wizard expertly claiming her mouth with his.

He released her lips, his fingertips sliding slowly, lightly along the slender curve of her throat. The sensuous touch caused her skin to break out in gooseflesh, the tickling sensation causing her to moan into his mouth. Large, strong hands parted the material of her shirt and her breasts were encased in the warmth of his touch .

She wanted to recoil, somehow felt that it was what she was supposed to do, but instead she arched into his hands. Her fierce grasp of his lapels softened and her arms locked around his neck as he simply held her breasts in his hands. She was breathing hard, her lips red, wet and puffy from his kiss. Her eyelids were lowered, her gaze focused on his hands cupping her breasts. They felt good, hot and a bit rougher than she imagined, as if hard work was not as foreign to him as she may have thought.

He squeezed gently, kneading the supple flesh filling his palms with the tactile pleasure of a man that hadn’t had a woman in longer than he cared to acknowledge. Her nipples beaded against his palms and he lightly stroked her with his fingertips, taking the hardened tips in his fingers and manipulating them lightly. She whimpered and swayed towards him, fiery pleasure racing up her spine.

Lucius groaned at the eager response and his hands fell from her breasts to slide along the curve of her waist and back, cupping over the soft rounds of her buttocks. He bent his knees and lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as her arms looped around his neck and held on tight. Her eyes were wide with shock, glittering with the spark of arousal.

“There is no reason that this has to be horrible.” His voice was raspy and soft as he carried her carefully to the edge of his bed and sat upon the mattress. Her knees burrowed into the soft bedding and she adjusted herself on his lap.

“It doesn’t?” She asked quietly, her voice thick with a desire that had her baffled. In answer Lucius slid his hands up her back, his fingers curling over her shoulders from behind and bunching the cotton of the shirt in his fists. She gasped without knowing why and then shivered as he slowly began to pull on the material, sliding it back and off.

She had to release her hold on his neck so that he could remove the garment completely, dropping it to the floor carelessly as his hands returned to the bare skin of her back. He leaned forward, his face buried into the curve of her neck. He inhaled her sent. She was soft and warm, her skin flushed with heat and desire. Her hands caressed the side of his neck, sliding down along the chorded flesh until her fingertips rested on the pulse throbbing at the base of his throat.

Reluctantly he removed his hands from her satiny skin and quickly shrugged out of his dressing gown. He caught her tight in his embrace, holding her against the front of him.

“Oh!” She exclaimed softly as her breasts were pressed against the hot, hard expanse of his chest. His lips attacked the tender line of her neck as he placed tender, biting little kisses along the side. He nipped at her collar bone, his lips taking small, delicate sips of her skin as he moved lower. Her nails bit into his shoulder, anticipation causing her to shudder in his arms.

She shouldn’t be enjoying this. She shouldn’t be shaking inside with want. She shouldn’t be growing slick and hot between her thighs and she definitely should not be aching for the feel of him inside her. But she was, and the moment his lips closed over her aching nipple she went up in flames. Her back arched, pressing the softness of her breast closer, silently begging for more of the delicious torment of his tongue stroking and his mouth suckling at her sensitive skin.

“Lucius.” She managed to whisper roughly, her fingers spearing through his hair as he continued to lick and suckle at the tight tip. She felt hot, achy and empty as she writhed in his lap. She could feel his erection beneath her, covered by the thin cotton of his sleep-pants and she wanted it, she wanted him. Hermione reached between them, closing her hand over the throbbing bulge between them and moaned.

Lucius didn’t want to release the sweet berry between his lips, but the witch’s little hand kneading his aching cock was too much distraction. As smoothly as he could manage he turned, bearing her back onto the sheets of his bed. He slid from her embrace and stood at the bedside staring down at her.

Hermione was very aware of her nakedness as his eyes traveled along the length of her body. Her nipples were drawn tight, her chest heaving as she fought the urge to cover herself. The heat in his gaze was mesmerizing, he wanted her, there was no doubt in her mind that what had begun as a duty was now something else. She watched, her mouth watering as he released the ties at his waist and let the sleep pants fall to the floor. His cock sprung up thick and hard from a nest of dark blonde curls, the impressive length curving gently towards his navel.

He moved to the bed slowly, with a predatory grace that brought a heated rush of moisture between her thighs. He slid one knee between hers and then the other, parting her legs gently until he could lie comfortably between them. He rested his weight on one arm and his knees, keeping it off of her. He touched the softness of her kiss swollen lips with the tips of his fingers, slowly dragging his touch downward, over her throat, between her breasts, along the soft curve of her stomach to the soft thatch of curls covering her mons. She gasped as his fingers slid lower, slipping between the lips of her sex and dipping into the slick fluid gathering there.

She was so hot, her heat nearly burning his fingers. His cock twitched in eagerness, ready to sink slowly and deeply into that fiery inferno. He stared into her eyes as he stroked her gently, slipping his fingers inside her, testing her readiness and then moving up to circle the tight, throbbing pearl of her clit. Her lips were parted, her breathing rapid as her eyelids fluttered. She pulsed against his fingers, her tummy sinking in as muscles contracted, priming her for orgasm.

She was ready for him and he was more than ready for her. He pulled his fingers from her sex, the digits slick with her honey. He rubbed the slippery fluid over the head of his cock and then wrapped his fingers around the base, steadying his shaft. He rubbed the tip against her, teasing the painfully erect bud of her clit. Her hands went to his waist, her knees drawing up and falling to the sides, opening her wider for his possession. Seconds seemed like hours as he slowly inched his way inside her. She was wet, hot and snug, welcoming him into the smooth channel with a little whimper.

When he was seated to the hilt he paused, closed his eyes and just enjoyed the pulsing grip of her pussy holding his cock. It felt so good to feel a woman’s body beneath him, to be nestled deep inside a hot, wet quim. He had forgotten how good it felt to be with a woman, a woman who wanted him.

Lucius began to move, gently at first, taking her measure with slow, easy strokes. He drew back until only the tip remained inside her and then slowly pushed back inside. Over and over he tortured her thus, tortured himself, but it felt so damned good that he couldn’t stop! She began to move with him, her hips lifting and rolling against him, her breathy little moans of pleasure moving over him like a caress. He slid his hand along the side of her body, stroking the curve of her waist, over her hip and along her thigh, sliding his hand to the back of her knee and lifting, pulling one leg up over his hip.

He sank deeper and she cried out in surprise at the change. It was like fire to tinder inside Lucius, his thrusts became more urgent, a little harder, a little deeper, a little faster. He wasn’t going to last, it had been too long and the witch felt too good. He moved his hand between them, wedging it between his abdomen and hers until his fingertips could stroke the tight nubbin throbbing above his shuttling cock. He stroked, flicked and tweaked her clit, building her up, pushing her higher and higher until finally, with a hoarse, broken wail she went over.

She shook in his arms, her body shuddering as she sobbed softly in ecstasy. She pulsed around him, her smooth channel undulating along his length as he moved gently, giving her a chance to settle a bit before pursuing his own release. When her shudders subsided she opened her eyes and met his gaze.

A little smile twitched at his lips before he kissed her softly. He took her lips with a gentleness that surprised her. His kiss soothed her as his body moved inside hers, increasing in pace and intensity as he moved towards his own bliss. She opened for his questing tongue, allowing him entrance to her mouth as his cock had entrance to her body. She returned his kiss, sucking gently on the tip of his tongue. The kiss grew in urgency as his body neared climax. Then, in that final moment he wrenched his lips from hers and buried his face in her shoulder as he thrust hard and deep, trembling as he spilled inside her in hard, sharp spurts that made his stomach ache.

He lay there, dizzy from the intensity of his orgasm, unable to move even though he knew that his weight had to be crushing her. Her hands stroked his back, her fingertips raking along his spine and raising gooseflesh. He shivered as a chill raced over him and lifted himself up, resting the weight of his torso on his elbows while his softening cock still fought to remain inside her.

“Tis done,” he said softly, sleepily.

“So it is.”
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