Yes, I haven't posted for a while because I've been a very, very naughty girl indeed. But here they continue where they left off and, once again, I love writing these two having filthy, filthy sex so much. I will continue to write much filthy, filthy sex for them, have no fear. I know you've suggested things before, please continue suggesting. Anyway, moving swiftly on. Whatever next in their toolbox of fun?

Hermione rolled over idly when she woke up. Malfoy was lying beside her, apparently still asleep, but when she looked at him he opened his eyes immediately and grinned lazily.

'Good morning,' he hummed.

'Good morning,' she returned, stretching.

He turned onto his back, revealing a stonking hard-on.

She laughed, but soon turned to him and curled her hand around it. 'And good morning to you too.'

He smirked. 'Ride me.'

She flicked his nipple but he barely flinched. 'Presumptuous.'

'You can say no.'

'You know I won't.'

She leant over and kissed him, slow and deep, and it was his turn to find her tits and pluck. She moved on top of him and slowly sank down over his magnificently hard cock.

Fuck, he never ceased to stretch her. She fucked slowly, in her own time. He might have demanded it, but she would control it. His attention to her tits helped, and when she leant back to work him inside, they were stretched out but he kept tight hold on them, causing her to moan with pained rapture.

'Fuck, you know I like that.'

'And I like that,' he groaned as she picked up her pace. He came suddenly and she took satisfaction at forcing him to abandon his usual restraint. She bucked along him with slow, undulating rolls for a good while longer, in no hurry to come, and drew his hand to her clit to ease herself over the edge.

When her climax had washed through her in pulsing waves, she collapsed next to him and lay recovering. 'Do you know? I'm going to call in sick. I don't feel like working today.'

'Miss Granger! The epitome of responsibility and duty calling in sick? I am shocked, I tell you,' he teased.

'Shut up, you twat.'

'What on earth will you do otherwise?'

'Well, Mr Malfoy, I thought I might just stay here … and fuck you.'

'And I think … that would be most acceptable.'

He leaned down to kiss her again, but she quickly threw back the covers and hurried to the bathroom. He looked after her with a smile.

They made it downstairs for breakfast by 11, but only four climaxes later. They even got dressed. Lucius had some business to deal with, Hermione went for a swim. They made it to two before they even suggested more sex. She was in the kitchen reading the Daily Prophet when he returned from work. A deal had fallen through and he tossed his wand down in frustration.

She stood and cupped his face. 'Don't let it bother you. Plenty of time for that.'

'Distract me,' he said.

Sucking him off while he leant back against the Aga seemed to do the trick.

She'd swallowed him greedily that morning, but now he wanted to finish inside her, so he bent her over the kitchen table and took her from behind, ploughing into her so hard she'd have bruises on her thighs later from being forced against the oak.

'We could stay here,' she suggested after he'd come inside her hard after her second orgasm. 'I like your kitchen.'

'We could,' he agreed, 'although I do have things in mind.' And with that he took her hand and pulled her silently up behind him, back to the bedroom.

By three o'clock they were naked in bed again. For a time they just stared into each other, occasionally kissing, stroking, nuzzling, but not talking.

His mouth curled up at the corners after an hour or so of this. She knew he had plans. He traced a path over her lips with his forefinger. She let him, letting her tongue tease and taste it occasionally. And then, slowly he pushed the finger deeper into her mouth.

'Suck.'

She obliged. How could she not? She pulled it in and he let his lips curl into a lazy smirk as she toyed with it as she would his cock. Then he withdrew it, slick with her spit, and leant over on his elbow, looking down at her and easing her gently onto her side so that her back was towards him.

She furrowed her brows. 'What?'

He smirked and quirked his eyebrow.

'You see, Miss Granger, we're only just getting to know each other. There's so much more to discover.'

And with that she felt something stroking the delicate, tight rim of her arse.

She tensed. Ron had never been interested and, although she was curious, propriety had made her respect that.

'Lucius?' she queried, thinking that she should put up token resistance.

'Hmm?'

'What are you doing?'

'I'm running my finger over your arsehole.'

'You didn't ask.'

'Oh, how terribly remiss of me. Miss Granger, may I please fondle your arsehole?'

'Lucius … I …'

'Oh, you know you want to.'

'Seriously, I've never …'

'But you've thought about it.'

She sighed but had to admit it. 'Yes.'

'Good. Now … relax,' hummed Lucius. 'Trust me.'

Breathing out, she did.

'Good girl. Move your legs apart.'

She did that too, and he continued to tease and stroke her softly until she bit her lip and sighed out in anticipation. With that he edged the damp finger in, just a little. Oh, it gripped him. She sucked in a breath.

He chuckled. 'My Gods, you really haven't had this before, have you? For someone of your enthusiasm and curiosity, I admit to being a little surprised … and more than a little enthralled.'

And he pushed deeper and she took it. It only stung a little, but she could feel his finger completely, every nerve ending seemed attuned to this invasion of her most private place.

He drew it out a little now and it almost tickled. Oh, it was … oh! … it was good.

Unwittingly, Hermione drew her arse up towards him and he took the cue and pushed his finger deep inside her again. He corkscrewed it in as far as he could, knuckle deep, then established a rhythm, in and out, quickening his pace in time with her increasing mewls of contented curiosity.

'Oh, she likes it,' he purred, and she could only whine in assent.

But then his finger were gone and she moaned in disappointment.

'Too easy, Miss Granger. Turn more on your side,' he said, his tone perfunctory. 'Bend your right leg over.'

She did instantly.

He spat on his fingers roughly, then leaned over her. He was back to her arse, and now – two fingers, prodding, opening.

'Remember what I said … relax.'

She breathed out and he squeezed in. Both of them. It did stretch this time. It did sting. But – fuck! – that was even better.

'Oohhh!' she moaned and turned her head to look up at him. He was leaning down, close to her, concentrating on her every reaction.

She breathed out and he pushed in deeper.

'More,' she said and both his fingers edged past the second knuckle, making her gasp.

He went further until the full length of his fore and middle fingers was buried deep up her virgin arsehole.

'Ohh!' she gasped again.

'Oh what?' he asked, not gently.

'Oh, fuck, I love it.'

'Of course you do, you greedy little slut.'

'You fucking bastard, Lucius.'

'What? For making you want things you never knew you wanted?' He frowned as he twisted his hand, making the fingers inside catch her nerves and send bewildering pleasure darting through her. She sucked in in shock.

'For making you feel things you never knew you could?' He withdrew them only to thrust them fully back in abruptly. She took it all with a moan of rapturous acceptance.

Lucius worked his fingers in her arse so wickedly she reached behind for his hand to ensure he didn't stop.

'Oh God, that's good. I like that so much. I love it so much.'

'You love my fingers fucking your arse, Miss Granger?'

'Yes, oh fuck yes.'

'And you've never had the slightest thing up there before?'

'No.'

'I must say,' he pulled them halfway out before starting a steady pumping, '… you're very, very responsive.'

'Uh huh.'

'I could stay like this forever, you know. Just the two fingers deep in that tight, tight hole of yours or …'

'Or what?'

'Oh …' he crooned, 'more?'

She moaned in assent.

He chuckled and eased his fingers out. She heard something slip and slide from a bottle of some kind. It was dribbled over her backside and his fingers eased it over the tight hole which had already constricted back against its previous invasion. She daren't look around, but then his fingers were back and it was cold and wet but she wanted even more. She pushed back, now desperate.

'Oh please, put them back!'

'These things can't be hurried, you know. Even for those as receptive …' and with that he pushed two in easily again, 'as you.' And a third.

She gasped and tightened against the sudden intrusion. Oh, God, she was stretched, oh God, it stung.

'Remember, Hermione. Relax. Breathe.'

And soon three fingers had invaded her fully and she was so full she wasn't sure she could move.

He edged them in deeper and murmured down to her, his voice remarkably calming, 'Adjust to it. You're doing so very well.'

She breathed and settled and relaxed and he was able to push in yet deeper. His knuckles breached her tightest place, helped by her pushing back for them.

She moaned again, this time with sheer delight. He drew them out a little way before pushing them slowly back in, all three.

Lucius studied his three fingers knuckle deep in her arse. 'You are such a good little slut, you know.'

'Uh huh,' she replied, clenching on them. 'Your good little slut.'

'Yes, mine.'

He kept it up, prodding and pushing and finger fucking her arse until she whined and sobbed. The nerve endings were acutely alert and seemed to transfer straight to her clit.

'I didn't know …' she sighed. 'I didn't know it could be like this.'

'Well, now you do. So let's make up for lost time,' he said, pumping, pushing, setting up a pulsing brilliance of sensation which made her clit hungry for attention.

She reached down and rubbed it, struggling to get her words out as pleasure clung to the edge.

'I want to come,' she managed. 'Can I come?'

'I wouldn't have it any other way.'

Hermione dragged over her clit while he thrust his fingers up her arse. She barely needed to touch it, it was so ready. Her cunt had poured out its affirmation and her juices coated both her hand and his. She was moaning incoherently, her rise to pleasure unstoppable.

'You know it doesn't end here, don't you?' he said, low and dangerous in her eae.

She whined. So close, so fucking close.

'You know what your arse really wants, don't you?'

She gasped as pleasure nearly crashed, but she edged herself, holding back.

'If you can take my fingers, you can take that too.'

She sobbed, not with denial, but agreement.

'Say it. Say what you want,' he urged.

'I want …'

'Go on.'

'I want you to fuck me in the arse.'

He chuckled and twisted his fingers inside her.

'I know you do. The sudden realisation of the inevitable.'

Her truth emerged unstoppably. 'I want your cock in my arse. Completely. Lucius, please, please fuck my arse with your cock.'

'Oh, what a good little come slut you are. You want it and you need it. But not tonight. My fingers are enough tonight. Tomorrow you'll be ready. Tomorrow, Miss Granger … I will fuck your arse.'

She whined, a desperate sound of rapture restrained. But for now, she'd take it.

He withdrew his fingers only to push them in again, stretching and breaching her once more. 'Now … come.'

And with those words, with his fingers deep in her arse and her clit plump and full, she came. Pleasure broke brutally. Hermione cried it out violently and thrashed her head on the pillow. Lucius held her down, one hand on her shoulder, the other grounding her deep in her arse.

She slept incredibly well that night, curled up around him.

She left for work early the next day. He had plans for the day, he said, but would let her know when she could return later.

She couldn't concentrate. She went to meetings, she stared at documents. Her tight little hole, shocked perhaps at its experience, had now clamped shut again but stung at the remembered penetration.

She liked that. She wanted it. When no one was looking, she reached down and slipped her fingers into her underwear. Fuck, she was wet; he made her permanently wet.

She tutted. What had she become? Some sort of weird fuck doll? Ever ready to be used and taken at his whim?

But Hermione could not at that moment care less for moral rectitude. She wanted. She squirmed. She let her fingers work her to orgasm right there in her office.

And then she reached for her phone and dialled his number.

It rang. He didn't answer. It went to voice mail, a generic message, not him. She rolled her eyes and bit her lip.

'Lucius … I … fuck it, you know what. What are you fucking doing to me? I want it. I want it so fucking much. I can't stop thinking about it. When tonight? Don't make me fucking wait, please don't.'

She hung up.

The day continued.

At 4 she had a text.

'7. Come to the Manor.'

She smiled to herself. At 5 she left the Ministry and went home. At 6 she showered and put on underwear she'd never wear to work.

At 7 she rang the doorbell to the Manor.

He opened the door himself.

'No elf?' she queried.

'Night off.'

She walked past him and took off her coat, tossing it down onto a chair in the hall.

'Wine?' he asked, walking through into a drawing room.

'Hmm,' she hummed, following him through.

They drank, they sat, they drank some more. They said very little.

'You're making me wait,' she said.

'Yes.'

'You're evil. You are truly evil.'

He merely shrugged. 'You'll thank me later.'

'Did you get my voicemail?'

'Your what?'

'You fuck.'

He chuckled and took another drink from his glass. The room was lit by candles only and he looked so stunningly attractive she nearly had to take matters into her own hands. But she was good. And after an hour or so of this torment, he said at last, 'I think you're ready.'

'You know I am.'

'In that case … stand up.'

She did so, as slowly as she could, although she wanted to leap to attention before him.

He watched her. 'Take off your top and skirt.'

She unzipped her skirt and let it fall, revealing stockings and suspenders but no knickers. He smirked appreciatively. She unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it from her shoulders.

He took time to simply look. She was a decadent concoction of crimson and black, of lace and silk. She'd made an effort. The straining in his trousers told her he appreciated it.

'Now your bra.'

Reaching behind, she unhooked the clasps and let the bra tumble to the ground.

'Can I take my shoes off?' she queried.

He considered briefly. 'No.' Lucius stood up. 'Now …'

He took her hand and led her over to a desk at the window. 'Bend down.'

Hermione placed her hands flat on the wood, then slowly lowered herself across the front of the desk. The cold wood pressed against her nipples and breasts and made her shiver. He noticed but did nothing.

Her arse was fully exposed, almost tingling with anticipation.

'Legs spread further.'

She obliged. She was still in suspenders, stockings and heels.

Lucius's hands rubbed over her bare backside. 'Fuck, but you have a beautiful arse,' he said and then gave it a resounding slap. She barely flinched.

A finger slid to her snatch. What he found was predictable. 'As wet as always, Miss Granger. Do you never stop?'

'No. Not with you.'

'Flattery will get you everywhere.'

'That's what I'm hoping.'

And with that he knelt down, parted her cheeks and licked, from her clit right up to the puckered little hole above.

'Oh, fuck!' she said, shocked at the sudden cool, probing wetness.

'Steady,' he cautioned, but was back.

His tongue licked and swirled, teased and probed, right there. Right at the intimate heart of her. She should be shy, she should be shocked, but she found herself merely wantonly pushing back for more.

He went at her greedily and unfettered. His tongue teased her tight hole until it bloomed and flowered for him and he was able to slip his thumb in easily and start working her towards acceptance.

'That's it, you gorgeous creature, that's it.'

Then he stood. She breathed out, ready for it, ready for it all.

She heard the squeeze of lube, the slick of it, the cool dribble of it over her arse. She waited.

Something nudged at her, but it wasn't what she thought. This wasn't as warm as cock, or as pliant, or as big. It was a dildo, not the largest, but hardly the slimmest either.

She almost resented it.

But he pushed and she took, absorbing it into her arse as easily as she'd taken his fingers yesterday. It felt undeniably good, she had to admit. It broadened further down the shaft and flared out at the base. Now as he pushed more she felt the stretch and instinctively resisted the breach, tensing suddenly.

'I wanted …' she moaned.

'I know what you wanted. All in good time. Remember, we don't hurry these things. Trust me.'

His thumb massaged her clit and he gently edged the dildo back and forth the merest amount. She relaxed and pushed back for more. He then pushed it deeper and deeper until she knew she had taken it all. Hermione gasped, fulfilled.

He gave the slightest grunt of clear satisfaction.

Hermione gripped the desk and stared straight ahead, her breasts flattened against the wood. Lucius fingers smoothed and stroked over her backside, occasionally flitting over the tightly nestled dildo and pressing it a little to test it was still firm. It was.

'Oh, you good, good girl.' And another spank, harder than the first, across her right cheek. She yelped in surprise but was not ungrateful when he delivered five more across her eager backside. The first spank may have elicited a yelp, but the last resulted in a low moan of bliss.

'Push yourself up a little.'

She did so, lifting her body from the table. He softly leant down and kissed her, stroking her face. 'How does that feel?'

'Full. Stretched.'

'Good?'

'Phenomenally good.'

He hummed in assent and kissed her again, slowly, teasingly, gently almost, a paradox to the panging fullness at her backside. His right hand caressed a breast, toying with the nipple and making her sigh. He'd made her come from breast play alone and wondered if he'd do it again now, but then his hand slid languidly between her legs.

He smiled against her mouth as his middle finger glided through her dripping sex.

Then …

'Ahh!' she gasped, her eyes wide. He smirked. He had pushed two fingers high up into her pussy. It felt incredibly tight with the dildo already inside her. 'Oh … I …!'

'Yes?' he crooned.

'That's full.'

'Hm. I can feel it through you. Just take it. Stand and take it.'

He began thrusting and pushing his fingers deep inside her pussy and then would drag them out so that the underside ran over her clit. And his left hand was now at her breast, twisting and pinching the nipple so that she had no recourse but to throw her head back and sob.

'Oh, fuck I'll come, please, please, don't let me yet. You know what I want.'

He merely persisted in grazing her clit and tormenting her pussy. She tried to wriggle away from it and at last he withdrew his hand, abruptly.

'Very well. Lean over as before.'

Hermione suddenly felt anxious. Surely his cock was bigger than the dildo?

But he was stroking her again, a massage almost, and her muscles relaxed and calmed under his hands.

'Shh,' he urged. 'That's it. Now …'

She felt him taking hold of the dildo. 'Push it out.'

She did and felt it seeking release. He tugged to help ease it out. It stung more than when it had entered her, but she pushed, feeling her walls relinquishing it, and soon enough she was empty again.

'Am I ready?' she dared ask and, unbidden, reached behind and clasped her cheeks, spread them apart for him. She was, after all, his good little slut.

'Oh yes,' he said, almost slurring his words with his own desire, 'you're ready.'

Lucius reached again for the lube and trickled it over her. She felt the cool slide of it into her arse and wriggled back for more.

He leaned over, pressing her down further against the table. 'You really are quite extraordinary, Miss Granger. Who would've thought it, hm? You and I, so opposed, so at odds, so full of hatred. And now … You're begging me to bugger you until you can't see straight.'

'Yes, fucking do it.'

'Oh … I fully intend to.'

And she felt it, the nudge of warm cock head at her most secret place. But he'd prepared her well and at first he edged in easily.

'Oh God,' she sighed, ready for more.

'Push back when you're ready,' he said. 'You control it.'

'Hm mm,' she agreed. Was she ready? She moved back onto his cock before she'd even given herself an answer. Oh, she was.

He moved with her and his cock pressed deeper inside her. The dildo had helped, but the stretch was still beyond imagining.

'Oh, fuck that's big!' she cried, her mind making her doubt.

'Steady,' he said. 'Slowly.' His fingers were at her clit and a roll of pleasure caught her, banishing any hesitation.

'I want more.'

'I know you do. And I'll give it to you.'

She pushed back again and he met her, and then again, through any resistance. 'Fuck!' she said again. 'Ow, that stretches!'

He paused, his own breath ragged, but kept up the delicious strokes to her clit. She sighed out. 'Yes, yes, do that, do that.'

He soothed her, cajoling the plump nub, transferring pain into pleasure. 'You are soaking. Your body wants it. It wants it more than anything.'

'I know, oh fuck, I know.' She panted out in readiness and then, 'Do it.'

And with a grunt of determination, he thrust in in one long, smooth motion until his cock was nestled deep and hard inside her. She wailed in bewildered rapture.

But now Lucius also threw his head back and cried out. 'Fuuuck!'

At length he focused back on her. 'Are you alright?'

'Uh huh.'

She lay there. She wasn't sure she could ever feel as complete. Complete of him? Herself? Anything?

'Move in me. Please, just fuck me.'

So, as slowly as he could, he pulled back. Every nerve ending of hers clung to him and she breathed out the assault on her senses. But her lust and her need translated it only as pleasure. He withdrew halfway then pushed in again. She took it so he did it again. And again. And more. Until he was fucking her arse steadily and sublimely.

'Merlin, you witch, but you are like nothing else.' His words were slurred as he picked up his pace. 'You take me like no one ever could.'

'I'll take you. I'll take all of you. I'll take all of you, everywhere.'

Lucius reached under, continuing to piston in and out of her arse, and circled her clit in time with his rhythm.

Hermione instinctively pushed herself up and looked back over her shoulder at him.

'Don't ever stop fucking me, you bastard.'

'Never,' he said, pushing his whole length into the tight welcome of her body.

It happened suddenly. She had been so primed, so held on the edge for so long that her orgasm broke with shocking force. It seemed to originate from the cock embedded inside her, it certainly seemed to feed from it, crashing over her with such force she couldn't speak or even cry out. She stared, her mouth gaping, and it was only when the main force of it had left her that the shock of it emerged in a grunting moan as she fought to steady herself on the table.

He came immediately.

Lucius thrust two more times, as deep as he could, and released, plugging her with his come so forcefully he roared.

Afterwards neither could move. He didn't want to pull out, and she would, at that moment, have been content to remain there with him crammed into her arse forever.

But eventually, it had to happen, and, he withdrew as carefully as he could, knowing she would be tender. Immediately she missed him.

Gently, he took hold of her and guided her up from the table.

He turned her towards him, took her head, and kissed her. It was soft and tender and soothing, and his lips were so sweet she almost wept.

'Are you alright?' he asked, his concern genuine.

She nodded. 'Oh God, I loved it, I loved it. It felt so … present, so intensely complete.'

He smiled. 'I knew it would. You'll be sore though, the first few times.'

'I don't care. When can we do it again?' she asked eagerly.

His smile deepened. 'Greedy girl.'

'Oh, you fucking know I am, Lucius.'

'As soon as you wish. But sleep tonight.'

'Tomorrow?'

'Of course.'

He led her upstairs again, and soon she fell asleep for the second night in his arms. Her arse was sore, yes, but she loved the sting, because it made her think of all that was to come.

Even now, they were only just getting started.

Oh yes. I'll be back, and so will they. The possibilities ...

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