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Lucius Malfoy And The Marriage Matching Law	By : ozarkmoon Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Invoking
- 2-Meeting
- 3-Greeting
- 4-Canoodling
- 5-Morning
- 6-Discovering
- 7-Plotting
- 8-Answering
- 9-Hurting
- 10-Healing
- 11-Persuading
- 12-Exacting
- 13-Willing
- 14-Tiring
- 15-Shopping
- 16-Carousing
- 8
- 9
- 10
9 – HURTING

Standard disclaimer – I own nothing in the Potter Universe and am making no money off this work of fiction.

While this starts out as moving a household, there is a bit of smut and a bit o’drama thrown in.

Lucius was surprised to learn that her apartment was in a building monitored by ex-Aurors placed in the lobby around the clock. He had heard that Foster Towers was prestigious, but knew nothing more about it. She explained that all guards were half-bloods raised in Muggle households who understood electronics and phone systems. This made sense after being told that members of Parliament and the Wizengamot lived there - albeit on different floors.

They exited the lift onto the fifteenth floor which contained only five units. A key was even required to get out of the lift on each floor. He would have no worries about her safety when she needed to visit and access the computer or telephone.

“There is a Floo system in the room behind the security desk that only residents can access. I will add you the lease this afternoon so that you can always enter. We Apparated this time so that the neighborhood is familiar to you now,” she explained as they approached her door at the end of the hallway.

“Very well thought out,” he complimented. “You know I do not wish to intrude on your private space, Christina.”

“Yes, but we agreed to be candid and you need to know where I can be reached, if needed. Here we are then.” She unlocked the door and led him inside.

The foyer was rectangular with archways leading off in three directions. Ahead of them was the main parlor with a large, u-shaped couch in the middle. Her hand swept into the room, “This is the living room, with the dining room and kitchen off to the right. Behind me is the office. The other hall leads to the bedroom. If you don’t mind, I would like to check messages in the office for a few minutes.”

“Go and tend to your business. I will amuse myself and when you are done, we can see to the items you want moved,” Lucius leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. As she turned towards the office, he could not resist and gave her bottom a quick slap. Her giggle echoed down the hallway.

He removed his cloak and hung it on the hook near the door. Now that he had free access, it was time to satisfy his curiosity. The bedroom was his destination – he wanted a few answers as to exactly how sexually open his new wife was going to be.

The entire room was shades of sage green. The carpet was a light sage, the walls a few shades darker. The padded headboard and duvet were paisley print in dark sage. All of the wood was black, which matched the frame of the only painting which was placed in the middle of the wall opposite the bed. The color combination, along with the lack of decorative bed pillows and excessive furniture, was calming. The thought of such a room was appealing to Lucius and he would speak to her about redecorating his – now their – bedroom after the binding.

The nightstands contained two drawers each, and he went directly to the one closest to the entry. The bottom drawer was full of erotic literature – some books, and some magazines folded open to erotic stories. Interesting. There was an entire section of his private library that needed to be unwarded now.

The top drawer was full of surprises. A smooth, small dildo with a slight head. A bright pink dildo with rabbit ears on top of a nub at the bottom and beads inside. A blue flexible dildo that was like jelly. A tiny butt plug, hardly bigger than his pinky finger – which opened up all manner of possibilities. Lastly, a dildo which was a nearly-exact replica of an uncircumcised penis that was slightly smaller than his own. That answered the burning question of how she had been meeting her needs for the last five years.

Now he was aroused and in need of relief. Boots removed, he lay down in the center of the bed and unbuttoned his trousers. Once they were pushed down to his thighs, his left hand closed around his cock and began pulling on it. His eyes closed as he imagined Christina lying before him, using the soft blue dildo to fuck her wet pussy. The speed of her thrusts matched that of his hand and he was lost in the fantasy.

This is how she found her guest - jerking off on her bed, with the top drawer of her nightstand still open at his side. Well, so much for keeping any secrets now. Thankfully, her shoes were by the front door and she was not wearing hose. The blouse and knickers were discarded on the floor, leaving her in a short skirt and green bra with cut-outs at the nipples.

“Lucius, are you defiling my bed?” she asked softly.

His hand stopped moving and his head turned to face his accuser. The sight of her nearly did him in without stimulation. Her right knee was propped up on the bed, her right hand held the hem of her skirt above her waist. Her left hand was playing with her clit. His attention was then drawn up to her breasts – gods above her nipples were hard as pebbles and peeking through openings in the lace. Then he took in her expression; a smirk and one eyebrow lifted. This witch was going to be the death of him – so far everything he did sexually made her eager to engage him further.

“The blue one,” he tersely ordered. His left hand stimulated his cock again, while the right waved to removed her skirt, then he held it open to her for the item requested. “Kneel up here and show me how you fuck yourself.” His voice was gruff.

She took a small bottle and dripped liquid on the tip before climbing onto the bed. As he held the dildo upright she started to impale herself with it, holding open the lips of her pussy for him to watch. It was only half in when she let out a small whimper and raised up a few inches. Her right hand reached down to rub herself as the left closed around the top of the headboard.

A drop of liquid fell into his right hand and that was enough to set off his orgasm. A long moan fell from his lips as his left hand slowed. The release had been so powerful, it took him several minutes to realize the dildo was still in his right hand, and the witch was gone. Where the hell did she go?

The sound of water running led him to her. He got off the bed and refastened his trousers. She was standing in front of the sink, wiping off the lubricant with a washcloth.

“Christina,” he watched her still as he approached. “I did not mean to frighten you will such lewd conduct –“

“It’s not that,” she interrupted him. “Oh, Lucius. The pain is terrible.” Her head hung down and her shoulders began to shake.

“Pain? What pain?” He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him, embracing her tightly. “Tell me, beloved, so I can fix it.”

Her body leaned back against the counter and she looked directly into his eyes. “Did you not wonder why we have not had sex yet, despite all the other things we get up to?” He shook his head. “Your patience amazes me and I had hoped to reward it, but I have been afraid. Let us go sit so I can explain.”

They moved into the bedroom, where she put on a long t-shirt and leggings. She took his hand and climbed onto the bed, urging him to join her so they could lay down facing each other.

Without preamble, she started explaining. “When I told you it has been five years since I had sex, that was a half-truth. It was one time, and before that it was almost three years. So only once in eight years. The pain was so bad that one time, I did not allow it to happen again. Muggle healers have found nothing wrong. Other than not being able to tolerate anything longer than three or four inches inside me, I am in good health. I’m sorry, Lucius.” Her body scooted closer to him and they hugged.

“If you had only told me sooner, we could have been having it off all over the mansion and damaging Draco’s delicate psyche further.” They shared a laugh remembering his son finding them engaging in frottage in the kitchen the day before.

His expression and tone turned serious, “We have a family healer who will examine you at home today. Whatever his diagnosis, we will get you taken care of. The only pain I want to give you is that which comes from over-indulging.”

She hugged him tighter. “Thank you.”

He sat up and pulled her with him. “Promise you will never again keep ailments a secret from me.” She nodded in response. “Now, call downstairs and see if I can use the Floo while you make a list of things to be moved.”

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Lucius returned after only a few minutes and found her making a list in the office. Next to it was a hand-drawn plan of the apartment – almost to scale – with several areas marked out. He stood in front of her desk until she looked up.

“He will meet us at half three. Are you almost done?”

“Yes. There is not much to take if I am going to still work here weekly. I may need to come back with the elves to supervise, if that is okay.”

“Certainly it is.” He held her cloak open. “We should go home now. I need time to prepare you.”

Christina looked confused, but walked over and let him settle the garment around her shoulders.

As the lift doors closed, she turned to him. “What do you mean ‘prepare me’?”

“I will explain when we get home,” he answered.

“That is the second time you have called it our home.”

“What else should I call it? It is our home.”

“Oh, Lucius. You do not realize what a romantic you are.” Her hands came up to his shoulders, she stood on her toes and gave him a long kiss.

They stepped out of the Floo into his study. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was already after two. Not as much time as he hoped for. Might as well get things in motion, then.

He grasped her shoulders and stood facing her. “The healer will examine you in a bedroom. I thought that it should not be the one we share. Possibly one of the guest rooms on the second floor that has been unused. I need to get you recumbent and relaxed as soon as possible.”

“Alright.”

“Dropper!” he called out for his senior house elf. As it appeared, he issued instructions. “Take Mistress up to the Hyacinth Room and bring her anything she wants.”

He turned to kiss the woman. “I will join you in a few moments after clearing my schedule.” A nod to the elf was all it took for them to disappear.

A pinch of powder from the container on the mantle was thrown into the fireplace. “Raven Pitch,” he announced.

“All in all, it’s just,” a deep voice said.

“Another brick in the wall,” Lucius answered, rolling his eyes.

“This best be an emergency.”

“The healer will be here in an hour. I need you to bring your emergency kit and the base for the Primoris Noctus.”

“Only bedding virgins now, old friend?” the voice asked.

Ignoring the man’s comment, he continued. “Dropper will meet you and take you to the lab. I will join you as soon as I can.” He disconnected the Floo and called the elf again.

“Raven is coming to assist the Mistress. Take him to the potions room as soon as he arrives. Have two elves wait at the gate for the healer. One of them is to notify me as soon as he arrives.”

The elf bowed. “Yes, Master.”

Lucius spun and Apparated into the hallway outside of the Hyacinth Suite. He took a deep breath to settle himself, and made sure a pleasant smile was on his face before he knocked and turned the knob. He was relieved to see her barely propped up on the bed, using a straw to sip an iced drink, and smoking.

“Is there alcohol in that drink?”

“Yes. Should there not be?”

“No, it is fine. Now you won’t need a Calming Draught.”

She was surprised when he took her cigarette, inhaled a puff, and gave it back. In answer to the puzzled look on her face, he explained. “Many years ago I used to smoke. Other than the occasional after-dinner cigar, I rarely do now, but sometimes I miss it.

“Do you need anything?” he asked as he sat on the bed.

She shook her head and they sat in silence while she finished the cigarette and the drink. Lucius then moved everything to the nightstand and instructed her to turn on her side as he removed the extra pillows she was propped up on. Once she was settled, he began to massage her scalp and talk softly.

“I will explain things to the healer as best I can. Before he arrives, I need you to amend the vow so that I can answer questions from a healer or Potions Master,” he reached around and held his left hand out. Her left hand grasped his and they spoke the altered vow.

“You are too good to me, my future husband.” Her hand squeezed his before letting go.

“It is no more than you deserve, my future wife. Now, stay on your side and let me release the tension from your muscles.” He leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek before massaging her neck.

“I do have a rather personal question to ask,” he softly said.

“What do you want to know?”

“The toys in your bedroom - if you could not tolerate them, why did you have them?” He was genuinely curious now that he’d had time to think about it.

“I kept buying smaller and smaller ones, hoping that something would work. I’m so pathetic.”

“I would never think that. Rather than ignore your urges, you tried to find a way to satisfy them. Now, you have me to assist you with such endeavors.” Lucius knelt up and leaned in to give her a light kiss. She smiled when he moved back to study her face. “I do look forward to exploring all aspects of our upcoming marriage with you.”

“That is only because you are a randy pervert,” she quipped.

“Yes, but I am your randy pervert,” he corrected.

“Well, there is that,” she conceded before turning back on her side.

The next hour was spent quietly, as Lucius methodically worked down her body from neck to lower back. He felt the wards shift just ask a small hand tugged on his pant leg. He bent down and the elf whispered the word ‘healer’ into his ear, before quietly popping out of the room.

“Christina?” he said. “The healer is here and I am going to meet him. Stay as you are and I will be back shortly.”

“M-kay,” was her sleepy reply.

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Another three chapters to keep you busy. The next chapter starts along road to healing and is quite perverse! Muse won’t let me tell you more than that.
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