Meme-fics, 3/7
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foudebassanFor Maddy Riddle:
Prompt : Lumione, the Malfoy's library
Lumione, PWP, 800 words.
“Reading again, my dear?”
Hermione jumped in her seat. Lucius’ silky voice seemed to come from nowhere… She stood up.
“To think you give more attention to my dusty tomes than to my person. What a shame, what a shame…”
“Why are you under a disillusionment charm?”
“Why, better to seduce you, my darling…”
She felt a feather-soft caress on her right arm but he moved back before she had a chance to turn around. And whoosh, another caress, but to left shoulder this time.
“You have a strange conception of foreplay,” she grumbled.
“Another reason for you to love me!”
Merlin help her, he was actually laughing! The sound came from behind her… she took a cautious step backwards…
“You would have tired of an ordinary wizard long ago, my love.”
…another step…
“I only have my imagination to keep you interested,” he concluded as she whipped around, reaching for him….
…and swinging her arms into thin air. Damn him, he must have used a voice charm. What a smooth bugger. She needed her wand… but his fingers circled her wrist before she could reach it and he enlaced her with his free arm, preventing her from moving away from him.
“You can admit defeat, now, dear,” he whispered in her ear. His breath raised tiny goose bumps on her neck, and she felt herself react to him.
“Defeat? This is only a momentary setback!” she claimed defiantly.
“Oh, do go on bragging,” he answered, “I like my women fierce. It makes their surrender all the sweeter…”
Hermione almost laughed despite herself. He sounded a lot more seductive that he deserved to be.
“Do you think so, really?” she twisted inside his arm to face him, reached for the still invisible face and kissed the place the reckoned the mouth should be.
Bingo!
His lips parted readily under hers, and she could taste him in her own mouth. Warm, soft, and hers, all hers. Her hands kneaded his forearm and shoulder and she darted the tip of her tongue against his front teeth, probing, caressing, letting out a moan…
And she jerked away suddenly.
“Reveleo!”
A bare-footed Lucius appeared out of nowhere. He wanted to retaliate… but she had taken his wand during the kiss.
“Immobilis!”
Silk chords shooted out from her wand and tied him to the ancient oak bookshelf he had been standing against.
“You can admit defeat now, darling,” she said, the barest hint of a smile on her lips.
“Defeat? This is a momentary setback!” he retorted.
“Now, now,” she approached, and ran her hands over his belt, slipping them under his shirt, caressing his torso. “If you insist on being uncooperative, I shall not be able to transfer you to the rug,” she pinched his left nipple, “where you belong.”
Several buttons popped away from his shirt in what must have been a spontaneous display of unplanned, joint wandless magic from them both.
“If, on the other hand,” her fingers grazed across his right nipple, “you agree to help me on this…”
“I have reconsidered, ma’am,” he answered. “You have my full co-operation.”
“Have I indeed?”
She cast a cushioning spell on the carpet, and waved her wand in a complex motions. Lucius was wrenched away from the bookshelf and found himself thrown on the floor, unbound and naked. He landed with a bounce, seized her ankle, and sent her tumbling over him. A leg thrown over her, a tug of the hips, and he had her lying under him, legs parted around his thigh, giggling helplessly. Divesting her of his wand was but child’s play.
“That was a wicked trick,” he said. “Are you prepared to apologise for it?”
“Certainly not!” she laughed. “You brought it upon yourself!”
“Very well, ma’am! Keep this in mind as I punish you…”
A wave of his wand, and every single stitch of her clothing seemed to shimmer before vanishing altogether. She stopped laughing, concentrating on the feeling of his skin against hers. He traced her cheek with his left hand, going down, to her neck, where he lowered his lips to kiss and suckle, to her breasts – a soft kneading caress – to her navel, to her mount of Venus… He lifted his hips, angled himself, and plunged as Hermione gasped and moaned. She lifted herself towards him, arms swung tightly around his torso, feet pressing into his buttocks to urge him, harder, faster, DON'T STOP!
Neither of them lasted long and soon enough the library was quiet again but for the sounds of a witch and a wizard panting softly, still hugging each other.
They weren’t quite sure who had won that round, but it did not matter any more.
Coming soon:
Drarry (half-written, all mapped out, but it won’t let itself get finished)
In the Ministry (not started, but I feel inspired)
Trip to NY (not started, not feeling inspired, but that’ll change when I get to it in earnest)
Crossover (taking over my brain, but I haven’t written much yet)
Prompt : Lumione, the Malfoy's library
Lumione, PWP, 800 words.
“Reading again, my dear?”
Hermione jumped in her seat. Lucius’ silky voice seemed to come from nowhere… She stood up.
“To think you give more attention to my dusty tomes than to my person. What a shame, what a shame…”
“Why are you under a disillusionment charm?”
“Why, better to seduce you, my darling…”
She felt a feather-soft caress on her right arm but he moved back before she had a chance to turn around. And whoosh, another caress, but to left shoulder this time.
“You have a strange conception of foreplay,” she grumbled.
“Another reason for you to love me!”
Merlin help her, he was actually laughing! The sound came from behind her… she took a cautious step backwards…
“You would have tired of an ordinary wizard long ago, my love.”
…another step…
“I only have my imagination to keep you interested,” he concluded as she whipped around, reaching for him….
…and swinging her arms into thin air. Damn him, he must have used a voice charm. What a smooth bugger. She needed her wand… but his fingers circled her wrist before she could reach it and he enlaced her with his free arm, preventing her from moving away from him.
“You can admit defeat, now, dear,” he whispered in her ear. His breath raised tiny goose bumps on her neck, and she felt herself react to him.
“Defeat? This is only a momentary setback!” she claimed defiantly.
“Oh, do go on bragging,” he answered, “I like my women fierce. It makes their surrender all the sweeter…”
Hermione almost laughed despite herself. He sounded a lot more seductive that he deserved to be.
“Do you think so, really?” she twisted inside his arm to face him, reached for the still invisible face and kissed the place the reckoned the mouth should be.
Bingo!
His lips parted readily under hers, and she could taste him in her own mouth. Warm, soft, and hers, all hers. Her hands kneaded his forearm and shoulder and she darted the tip of her tongue against his front teeth, probing, caressing, letting out a moan…
And she jerked away suddenly.
“Reveleo!”
A bare-footed Lucius appeared out of nowhere. He wanted to retaliate… but she had taken his wand during the kiss.
“Immobilis!”
Silk chords shooted out from her wand and tied him to the ancient oak bookshelf he had been standing against.
“You can admit defeat now, darling,” she said, the barest hint of a smile on her lips.
“Defeat? This is a momentary setback!” he retorted.
“Now, now,” she approached, and ran her hands over his belt, slipping them under his shirt, caressing his torso. “If you insist on being uncooperative, I shall not be able to transfer you to the rug,” she pinched his left nipple, “where you belong.”
Several buttons popped away from his shirt in what must have been a spontaneous display of unplanned, joint wandless magic from them both.
“If, on the other hand,” her fingers grazed across his right nipple, “you agree to help me on this…”
“I have reconsidered, ma’am,” he answered. “You have my full co-operation.”
“Have I indeed?”
She cast a cushioning spell on the carpet, and waved her wand in a complex motions. Lucius was wrenched away from the bookshelf and found himself thrown on the floor, unbound and naked. He landed with a bounce, seized her ankle, and sent her tumbling over him. A leg thrown over her, a tug of the hips, and he had her lying under him, legs parted around his thigh, giggling helplessly. Divesting her of his wand was but child’s play.
“That was a wicked trick,” he said. “Are you prepared to apologise for it?”
“Certainly not!” she laughed. “You brought it upon yourself!”
“Very well, ma’am! Keep this in mind as I punish you…”
A wave of his wand, and every single stitch of her clothing seemed to shimmer before vanishing altogether. She stopped laughing, concentrating on the feeling of his skin against hers. He traced her cheek with his left hand, going down, to her neck, where he lowered his lips to kiss and suckle, to her breasts – a soft kneading caress – to her navel, to her mount of Venus… He lifted his hips, angled himself, and plunged as Hermione gasped and moaned. She lifted herself towards him, arms swung tightly around his torso, feet pressing into his buttocks to urge him, harder, faster, DON'T STOP!
Neither of them lasted long and soon enough the library was quiet again but for the sounds of a witch and a wizard panting softly, still hugging each other.
They weren’t quite sure who had won that round, but it did not matter any more.
Coming soon:
Drarry (half-written, all mapped out, but it won’t let itself get finished)
In the Ministry (not started, but I feel inspired)
Trip to NY (not started, not feeling inspired, but that’ll change when I get to it in earnest)
Crossover (taking over my brain, but I haven’t written much yet)
