Pimping, shampoo and general silliness
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lhr_fqf community. It's Lucius-Hermione centered, and there have been a few outstanding contributions recently; if you have a spare moment with no one peering to the computer over your shoulder, do go enjoy the perviness extremely well-written, splendidly characterised fics. Among them, Sheherazade, by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shiv5468, which you should read first if you want to understand the rest of this post. (It's non-con and thus unsuited for children - but you're all above 18, aren't you?).
Anyway, that prompted this (with, I think, consent fromshiv5468; it's otherwise non-consensual, with heavy references to the adult use of hair conditioner. Oh, and the pairing is Lucius-Hermione-chocolate).
Captivity had many drawbacks.
First, one had to admit that the mere fact of having been captured had a slightly humiliating connotation to it. Lucius' attempt to overtake the wizarding world right after the Potter brat had died, in the days following the Dark Lord’s final demise, had been blunt and unsubtle, granted, far too blunt and unsubtle. But being stopped by a mere Mudblood within days of his having finally designed the perfectly elegant Death Eater robes of the future was downright disheartening.
The fact that said Mudblood had decided to keep him as a pet, of all things, and insisted he follow her to most places on all fours, with a long leather leash in lieu of clothing, did not make things any better.
But the absolute summit of all that was evil culminated in his not being allowed to use his (wooden) wand any more. Not ever, not even to dry or condition his hair. No, Hermione seemed to be perfectly content with his other wizardly attribute, and firmly denied him access to his own magic, even in the trial of his bi-weekly shampoos.
The result, a hideous mass of blond tangles, confronted him after each and every shampoo. He was given Muggle products, but they seemed to worsen the existing mess. He still shuddered at the mere thought of his first time - it was a true sign of his Mistress’ cruelty that she had kept from warning him not to pour the entire bottle on his head. The bubbles had threatened to choke him, and his eyes stung for several hours after the end of the ordeal.
He had therefore reached the point where he would do or say anything, anything for suitable haircare when Hermione approached him at last…
He had underestimated the depths of her perversion. Even the French were not that bad, and he should now, he was one himself, partly at least.
She wanted him to comply to everything she asked him to, for an entire evening... and would consent to executing a hair-conditioning spell on him in return.
Stronger wizards had broken against Hermione's iron will; and Lucius, weakened as he was by the state of his mane, could not resist. After all, there had been precedents - see The Book, no, not those by JKR; the one whose author was either too modest to sign or so arrogant He thinks the whole world knows about Him, enough to capitalise Him without ever naming Him. And no, I'm not speaking of Voldemort here either - has he even written a book? But we digress. (*)
It was going to take ages to get the chocolate marks off his body, though, and he wasn't entirely sure that her tongue was the right implement to use.
Though she did seem enthusiastic and determined to do her best...
Oh yes, right there.
It might not have been such a bad idea to consent to this in exchange for a shampoo and conditioning-and-drying-with-extra-volume spell, after all.
What, was she going to pour even more of it on him?
In fact, he was quite proud of his negotiating for the extra volume part of the spell.
Sweet Merlin, she was smearing it over herself!
Of course, she was only a Mudblood; she'd need to be taught how to do it properly.
And, oh, active participation was required of him now, wasn't it?
Hogwarts could attempt to bring those of inferior blood up to par, but they'd never quite succeed in making true wizards out of them.
Her nipples did taste good when coated in Cadbury's
Look at their choices in chocolate - without the benefit of French ascendants, they were singularly undiscerning in their choice of edible fetishes.
Ah, she seemed to had had enough of the chocolate now... About bloody time too...
He would gladly bet she preferred beer to wine as well.
She moved up and oh, that felt good.
But well, what mattered ultimately was the conditioning spell...
...she hastened her movements...
...a great, all encompassing conditioning spell...
...her hands locked themselves in his hair...
...it would brush past and engulf him...
...she ground against him, and he ceased to resist the mounting pleasure inside him...
...he would abandon himself to the overwhelming sensations coming from his scalp...
...he let go of everything, and shuddered, and moaned...
She will never stop spilling chocolate over him until he breaks. He is her piece of cake, her eternal cherry, waiting to be plucked and dipped in delicious mixtures. She will nver tire of him, whilst he will never stop craving a decent hairdo.
He smiles.
One day he will snatch her wand and do the spell on himself.
(*) Anyway, Lucius strongly objects to being compared with some chap stupid enough to get his hair cut off, so that is that.
Ahem. I hope you had a nice week-end!
lhr_fqf community. It's Lucius-Hermione centered, and there have been a few outstanding contributions recently; if you have a spare moment with no one peering to the computer over your shoulder, do go enjoy the shiv5468, which you should read first if you want to understand the rest of this post. (It's non-con and thus unsuited for children - but you're all above 18, aren't you?). Anyway, that prompted this (with, I think, consent from
shiv5468; it's otherwise non-consensual, with heavy references to the adult use of hair conditioner. Oh, and the pairing is Lucius-Hermione-chocolate). Captivity had many drawbacks.
First, one had to admit that the mere fact of having been captured had a slightly humiliating connotation to it. Lucius' attempt to overtake the wizarding world right after the Potter brat had died, in the days following the Dark Lord’s final demise, had been blunt and unsubtle, granted, far too blunt and unsubtle. But being stopped by a mere Mudblood within days of his having finally designed the perfectly elegant Death Eater robes of the future was downright disheartening.
The fact that said Mudblood had decided to keep him as a pet, of all things, and insisted he follow her to most places on all fours, with a long leather leash in lieu of clothing, did not make things any better.
But the absolute summit of all that was evil culminated in his not being allowed to use his (wooden) wand any more. Not ever, not even to dry or condition his hair. No, Hermione seemed to be perfectly content with his other wizardly attribute, and firmly denied him access to his own magic, even in the trial of his bi-weekly shampoos.
The result, a hideous mass of blond tangles, confronted him after each and every shampoo. He was given Muggle products, but they seemed to worsen the existing mess. He still shuddered at the mere thought of his first time - it was a true sign of his Mistress’ cruelty that she had kept from warning him not to pour the entire bottle on his head. The bubbles had threatened to choke him, and his eyes stung for several hours after the end of the ordeal.
He had therefore reached the point where he would do or say anything, anything for suitable haircare when Hermione approached him at last…
He had underestimated the depths of her perversion. Even the French were not that bad, and he should now, he was one himself, partly at least.
She wanted him to comply to everything she asked him to, for an entire evening... and would consent to executing a hair-conditioning spell on him in return.
Stronger wizards had broken against Hermione's iron will; and Lucius, weakened as he was by the state of his mane, could not resist. After all, there had been precedents - see The Book, no, not those by JKR; the one whose author was either too modest to sign or so arrogant He thinks the whole world knows about Him, enough to capitalise Him without ever naming Him. And no, I'm not speaking of Voldemort here either - has he even written a book? But we digress. (*)
It was going to take ages to get the chocolate marks off his body, though, and he wasn't entirely sure that her tongue was the right implement to use.
Though she did seem enthusiastic and determined to do her best...
Oh yes, right there.
It might not have been such a bad idea to consent to this in exchange for a shampoo and conditioning-and-drying-with-extra-volume spell, after all.
What, was she going to pour even more of it on him?
In fact, he was quite proud of his negotiating for the extra volume part of the spell.
Sweet Merlin, she was smearing it over herself!
Of course, she was only a Mudblood; she'd need to be taught how to do it properly.
And, oh, active participation was required of him now, wasn't it?
Hogwarts could attempt to bring those of inferior blood up to par, but they'd never quite succeed in making true wizards out of them.
Her nipples did taste good when coated in Cadbury's
Look at their choices in chocolate - without the benefit of French ascendants, they were singularly undiscerning in their choice of edible fetishes.
Ah, she seemed to had had enough of the chocolate now... About bloody time too...
He would gladly bet she preferred beer to wine as well.
She moved up and oh, that felt good.
But well, what mattered ultimately was the conditioning spell...
...she hastened her movements...
...a great, all encompassing conditioning spell...
...her hands locked themselves in his hair...
...it would brush past and engulf him...
...she ground against him, and he ceased to resist the mounting pleasure inside him...
...he would abandon himself to the overwhelming sensations coming from his scalp...
...he let go of everything, and shuddered, and moaned...
She will never stop spilling chocolate over him until he breaks. He is her piece of cake, her eternal cherry, waiting to be plucked and dipped in delicious mixtures. She will nver tire of him, whilst he will never stop craving a decent hairdo.
He smiles.
One day he will snatch her wand and do the spell on himself.
(*) Anyway, Lucius strongly objects to being compared with some chap stupid enough to get his hair cut off, so that is that.
Ahem. I hope you had a nice week-end!
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