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Captured	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 14976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Captured
By: Snapes_Goddess

For Deanna…who sparked my muse with our conversations. =) Love you.

It was a dark and stormy night deep in the moors of Scotland. A small stone castle in an isolated region of the Highlands sat all alone, not a creature in sight aside from the sheep dotting the landscape. Heavy spring rains fell in a sheet of wet, soaking the land and pelting against the stained glass windows. Thunder shook the ground and lighting flashed angrily across the sky, illuminating the all encompassing darkness of the area. Inside the castle not a single lamp or candle gave relief to the night. A young woman moved through the halls, her heart racing and her breathing labored. She wore a gown of white lace and muslin that made her look virginal, like a sacrificial offering. She whimpered when she heard "him" moving towards her in the darkness, and then cried out when the lightning flashed and reflected off of the silver mask hiding his face. His black cloak billowed out behind him as he caught sight of her and moved forward. She darted quickly through the narrow corridors, her bare feet swift on the cold stone floors as she followed the winding turret staircase.

She knew he followed, could hear his booted feet on the stairs behind her as she reached the top. She was trapped, there was no where else to run lest she threw herself from the turret window. She heard him coming closer and moved into the shadows, her back pressed against the tapestry covered wall. Her eyes darted around the room in search of something to defend herself with or a place to hide. There was nothing, she had nothing. Her wand was in his possession and the only thing in the room was the bed covered in a thick mattress and luxurious velvet bedding. The headboard was a monstrous thing of medieval design carved of heavy wood with no smaller pieces that could be broken off and used as a weapon. The floors were covered in plush oriental rugs and gossamer fabric draped down from the ceiling to be pulled around the large bed. There was no where for her to go, nothing left but to await whatever torture he had in store for her.

She wouldn’t have long to wait as he crested the top of the stairs and stood in the doorway, his hands braced on either side with his cloak thrown back over his shoulders. The tight leather armor he wore clung to his body, lovingly hugging every lean inch of his muscled body. With a harshly whispered spell the candles in the wall sconces flared to life and the shadows no longer offered her any protection. She couldn’t see his face beneath the silver mask but knew that a smug, feral smile altered his face.

"You put up quite the chase, my little mudblood." A dark, sinister voice sounded, altered slightly by the mask. "Now you have no where else to run."

"I'm not afraid of you." She said firmly, her voice quavering as she squared her shoulders and balled her hands into fists at her side.

"You should be." He said, slowly sliding his gloved hands down the stone doorway. He reached up and unfastened the frog closure at his throat, his cloak sliding away and puddling on the floor at his feet. Long golden hair glittered in the candlelight, tied back from his masked face with a simple strip of black leather. She could hear the soft creak of his leather armor as he moved towards her. His long legged, slightly rolling stride was predatory as he moved around the end of the massive bed and edged closer and closer to her, his prey. "Did you really think you were going to get away from me?"

"It was worth a shot. W-what are y-you going to do with me?" She asked nervously. He was close enough that she could smell him. Leather, patchouli and the heady scent of man combined.

"That all depends on you, Pet." He purred. "Do you come willingly...or will you continue to fight me?" She bristled visibly and he chuckled. "That's alright; I enjoy the fight upon capture almost as much as I enjoy the chase."

She pressed her back more firmly against the wall as though she thought that if she pressed hard enough she would pass through it. When he was so close she could feel the heat emanating from his body she brought her hand up, intending to slap him but he caught her hand easily in his grip. His dark chuckle fueled her irritation and her other hand came up only to be caught as well and pinned to the wall beside her head.

"Mmmm....you’re a little wild-cat aren’t you?" He drawled, laughing when she began to writhe and jerk against his hold. She jerked her knee upwards and nearly unmanned him; nearly...her knee bounced harmlessly against the inside of his thigh as he moved to the side and dodged her blow. "Oh no you don’t." He growled, pulling her forward none too gently so that she was pressed along the front of him. "You want to play dirty, little witch? I'll show you how to play dirty."

He dragged her across the short distance to the bed and shoved her backwards onto the mattress. Her body likely would have bounced had he not followed her, dragging her to the center and straddling her torso. She kicked and squirmed beneath him as he pulled her arms above her head and tied them together with silk cording, threading the slack through a hoop in the headboard that had been hidden by the pillows he had shoved to the floor when he moved her.

"Keep wriggling, Witch, I like my women feisty!" He said as he sat back and rested his hands on his thighs, admiring his handiwork. Her face was flushed and sweaty, little curls clinging to her forehead and cheeks. He moved of off her, sitting on the bed beside her as he let his eyes rove over her, drinking in the sight of her. Her chest was rising and falling with her labored breathing, her skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her nipples pebbled and pressed against the front of her gown, the thin muslin doing nothing to hide the dark circles of her areolas from his view. He reached out and plucked at the satin ribbon holding the flimsy excuse for a nightgown together, slowly unthreading the loosely laced bodice until he held the ribbon between his fingers and the material parted from breast to belly button.

"Bastard!" She growled between clenched teeth. He laughed again, that dark, sinister chuckle that made her skin prickle.

"Not really, not literally." He drawled as he slid the ribbon beneath her neck and tied it around her throat loosely, leaving the little bow slightly off center with the ends tickling her collar bones. "Such beautiful, flawless skin." He said quietly as he ran the backs of his fingers down between the parted material. She gasped and sucked in her stomach at his touch, her heart racing even more. He pushed the material aside revealing the twin mounds of her breasts tipped with dark and tightly ruched nipples. "I think you like this." He said.

"It's cold in here." She argued, licking her lips unconsciously as he brought his gloved hands beneath his mask and used his teeth to remove the leather from his fingers.

"Then the warmth of my hands should feel good." He said as he laid his bare hands just above her breasts, sliding them up and over her shoulders, his thumbs stroking the hollow of her throat and flicking the little bow. Then back down his hands journeyed, coming together and sliding down between her breasts and over her ribcage before fanning out and then up to cup the soft globes shimmying slightly with every ragged breath that she took. She cried out softly and closed her eyes when he took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolled them gently. "Cold, eh?" He gave them a tug, squeezing a little harder before he released them and lowered his head. He pushed his mask up only as far as he needed to reveal his mouth, extending his tongue and circling the pebbled disks of her areola with the pointed tip, deliberately teasing her with the tickling circles around the circumference. She gave a breathy groan of distress when he ignored the stiff point and moved his head to tease the other breast. She arched her back, pushing her nipple between his lips and gasping when he closed his teeth lightly, scraping the sensitive bud without causing actual pain.

"I hate you!" She cried out, struggling anew against her bonds. His laughter vibrated against her breast just before he took her into his mouth and sucked hard, his tongue wrapping around the nipple as he suckled roughly. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she moaned and arched beneath his assault, whimpering as he moved from one over-sensitized peak to the other. He raised his head, lowering his mask as soon as his mouth left her flesh. Her nipples were drawn even tighter, glistening in the candlelight from his saliva; they were dark and swollen from his sucking.

"Hate me, do you?" He asked hoarsely, his hand sliding down her belly and dipping below the muslin. Long, slender fingers threaded through a small thatch of silky curls and between folds that were swollen, wet and scalding hot. He dipped his middle finger into her and felt the greedy muscles of her sheathe clasp at the invader and try to pull him deeper into the tight heat of her pussy. She was soaking wet and as she unconsciously spread her thighs the heady sweet fragrance of her arousal wafted up around them, filling the room with the scent of desire and sex. He withdrew slowly and dragged his sodden finger up through her slippery folds, nudging the turgid nubbin of her clit along the way, smirking when she whimpered again and lifted her hips. "It sure doesn't feel as though you hate me." He brought his glistening finger beneath his mask and sucked the tangy-sweet flavor of her cream from his hand. "It doesn't taste as though you hate me either....maybe I need a deeper, longer taste."

He was already gathering the length of muslin in his fists, letting the lace trimmed hem tickle her legs as it rose. He shifted onto the bed and moved to his knees beside her. The lower half of her gown was now bunched across her pelvis and the upper half still lay open, her breasts jiggling with ever breath she took. He eyed the small triangle of curls atop her tightly clenched thighs and smiled, reaching out to give the springy hairs a sharp tug.

“Ouch!” She yelped, jerking and tugging on her bonds again.

“Spread your legs.” He demanded quietly.

“No!” She barked, her thighs quivering with the force of holding them closed. He smirked behind his mask and wedged his fingers into the tight seam of her closed thighs. With a growl he squeezed the supple flesh of her thighs and forced them apart. He insinuated himself between them before she could snap them closed again, laughing when her thighs closed on his hips instead.

“Relax and spread your legs like a good witch or I’ll bind them open.” He said, his fingers digging in once more in warning. She slowly relaxed her thighs and let them fall away from his hips, spreading herself wide open for whatever he intended to do to her. “Very good…now, let’s have a little taste….” He lowered his head, shoving his mask out of the way at the last minute so that his tongue could part the smooth, slippery folds of her sex and taste the very core of her. He licked, sucked and nibbled at her flesh voraciously. He stiffened his tongue and curled it inside her as deep as he could go, letting her honeyed warmth coat his tongue before dragging the rough bed of it up her sensitive slit to stroke the engorged clit throbbing at the top. He tongued the stiff little peak mercilessly, suckling gently and pulling it in and out of his mouth, nibbling gently.

She tried to hold back the sounds, tried to force the pleasure down but it wouldn’t be quelled. She couldn’t push him away, couldn’t hex him away; all she could do was lie there and take it. She lifted her hips, pressing herself more tightly to his mouth, urging him to lick deeper, to suckle more firmly. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, her body trembling as a mammoth orgasm approached. Heat prickled over her skin and her belly cramped up, her toes curling into the mattress as the agony increased….and then bliss. In one blinding second of rapture orgasm washed over her, shaking her to the very core as she screamed, pulsing and bucking against his mouth until the heat seeped deep into her muscles and she went completely lax beneath him.

As he pulled away with one last lingering lick he pulled the mask back down and sat back on his knees. He reached for the ties at his hips that held the leather cod-piece in place and released them impatiently. His cock sprang free, full, hard and aching, ready to pierce the creamy delta spread so delightfully in front of it. He gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted her up, scooting forward until her backside rested atop his thighs. He arranged her ankles to rest on his shoulders and with one arm wrapped around her thigh he lined the leaking tip of his erection up with her weeping orifice and slowly nudged inside.

“Mmmm….my sweet little captive….so tight and hot…so wet you are dripping all over me, witch!” He growled, lunging forward and pushing her knees towards her chest. He balanced his weight on his arms and began slowly dragging his cock through her over stimulated flesh. The pleasure/pain of his thorough penetration had her keening deliriously. Nothing she said made sense and he didn’t much care. He wanted to come inside her, to fill her until his seed flooded around him warm and slippery. He shrugged his shoulders, letting her legs slide down and rest on the mattress as he increased the speed and power of his thrusts. The giant monster of a bed rocked beneath the force of his fucking, slamming into the stone wall with a frightening sound that made him fear for a moment that the turret might crumble around them.

“Oh…oh….oh no…oh…my….god…..AHHHHHH!” She screamed until the high pitched wail turned raspy and pitiful. Her eyes were clenched tight and her face screwed into a grimace that looked as though she were in pain but the tight clasping and un-clasping of her pussy around him let him know that she felt no pain at all. He knew that if she wasn’t bound that his back would be torn to ribbons. Harder and faster he thrust, pushing through her orgasm and flesh that was swollen and tight until he couldn’t hold it back.

“Ungh!” He growled, slamming into her and holding himself deep and still, pumping his creamy seed into her receptive womb with desperate little whimpers of his own as the euphoria of release raced through him. He shivered as the final little pulses throbbed through his shaft and settled himself over her. “Slowly…don’t hurt yourself.” He whispered as he released her bonds and helped her lower her arms.

“I’m alright.” She said drowsily, reaching up to push the mask off of his face. He was sweaty, his face red from the heat of the mask and the leather armor he wore. “How are you?”

“I think my bones melted.” He said, laughing softly as another shudder raced down his spine. “I forgot how sweaty this damned outfit was, and I don’t recall it being so tight before.” He frowned.

“Mmmm….I love you, Lucius.” She sighed, sliding her hand around the back of his neck. “Next time you can be my prisoner.”

“I love you too, Hermione.” He said softly. “I’ve been your prisoner for a long, long time already, my love.”

“Is that right? Maybe you would rather be my slave?” She teased.

“I dressed up as a deatheater and chased you through a castle to fulfill your fantasy, witch! I’d say I am enslaved as well. I’ll be anything you want me to be, so long as you are mine.” He whispered.

“I will always be yours, Lucius. Kiss me.” She lifted her head until their lips touched and clung. When he pulled away it was only long enough to reach for his wand and remove the leather garb clinging to his sweaty back before he settled back over her, lying between her thighs with his head resting on her breasts. As the storm outside raged on the one inside ebbed away and Lucius and Hermione Malfoy slipped off to sleep sated with hearts full of love for the other.

AN: Another boring day at work turned this smutty little thing out…hope you enjoyed it =)

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