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The Malfoy Captive [katie&heaven]

When she so readily stripped herself bare for him, taking off her panties to be completely naked, he was fairly surprised. But when she put her hand in his pants he jumped and not just from her cold skin. "Oh my. You have changed a bit haven't you Hermione? I am sure you learned a lot from the death eaters." He seemed to be growing hard from the feelings of her touching him and he leaned back a little to look her over. He saw it now. She looked more mature.

"Do you want to make me happy? I would like it very much if you pulled my pants off and sucked my cock." He looked rather pleased with himself. He realized now that she was going to be spoiling him because she would think he was spoiling her. She would think that even if he hit her and treated her like garbage, he was nicer because he didn't abuse her like the others did.
 
Hermione suddenly rolled down into a fetal-like position when Lucius reacted so intensely. She had, obviously, become very skittish, and Lucius hadn't yet adjusted his actions to keep from scaring her. But after a moment, Hermione realized she was safe, and she lifted herself back up. "Well... Of course I did... I was gone a long time." Her voice was strong in the beginning, but she quickly became worried. "Is that bad?!" Perhaps Lucius didn't want her to be educated on sex, though in reality that was far from the truth.

"Oh, yes! I'd love to make you happy." In only a few moments Hermione had stood up, and (attempted to) pull Lucius with her. She was somehow able to get him into his chair. Her fingers nimbly pulled down his pants enough to reveal the hardening bulge. The witch quickly grasped the shaft, and began lapping at the head of his cock. Soon she bobbed her head up and down on the hearty length, now rather skilled in keeping herself from choking.
 
Lucius found himself rather excited at the prospect of her wanting to please him so much. Especially now that she was so happy to do it. When she cowered, he barely even noticed and he did his best to help her sit him in the chair. But when she started to lap at him like that he immediately started to groan. Her tongue was more skilled than any he had felt before and he was enjoying it so much. By the time she started to go up and down on his length he was rock hard, throbbing for attention.

It was easy enough enjoy her bobbing, watching her curls move with her and smiling a little while he groaned. "You are very good at that...How much have you been doing this?" He grabbed a handful of the ringlets and pushed her all the way to the base of his cock with a small whimper. He needed this badly.
 
Hermione stopped her suckling for only a moment to glance up at him. "Most of the time only a few people a day wanted it... But sometimes there would be a whole group... So I guess a lot." With that, Hermione felt herself being pushed down to the base of his cock. Thankfully she had dealt with Voldemort before, and his urges to shove her down that far, so she was used to deep throating. Of course she wasn't a pro yet, but the young witch tried her hardest to stay down. Her tongue ran around the circumference of his member, going clockwise before quickly twisting and doing the reverse.

After a few more moments Hermione came up for air, and she smiled at him. "Feel better?" She asked quietly, while her hand went to rub down the shaft. Her lips puckered by his head, and she began suckling at the very tip, before taking him in once more. But she moved herself back up, and merely licked around his sensitive skin - making sure to get every section slick. Her eyes then moved up to meet with his own, and she happily observed his growing pleasure.
 
Lucius loved every second of the attention she was giving him. He groaned and arched and held her hair tightly, feeling his orgasm building quickly. And she was so cute about, enjoying every bit of it. He didn't realize how attached she was to him until now. She was having fun giving him oral sex and it was making her really happy. He bit his lip when she started to lick all over, stroking him. It was so good.

So good that he didn't last long at all. While she was licking all over him like that he reached a very much needed climax. He hadn't touched himself since she left and a month of built up cum after lots of sex was more than enough to cover her face. He let out a long groan and leaned back in the chair, enjoying how adorable she looked as his seed shot onto her face. "Did you have fun making me happy?"
 
Hermione was happy to feel the twitches and spasms of Lucius' member. And when he finally released his last groan she took on the shots of cum with with an excited smile. Her tongue ran around her mouth to lap at the white liquid, before swallowing it. "Of course. If it made you happy, well then, I'm happy too." After a moment Hermione had cleaned her face. Cum had become her main source of protien during her time as a prisoner. Now she was used to the taste and texture, so it easily went down.

Soon Hermione was standing up in front of Lucius, swaying her weight back and forth. "So you like me again?" She asked innocently. Despite her new found maturity with sexual actions, she was disturbed beyond belief so that she was perhaps even more niave than before.
 
Lucius watched as she cleaned off the cum covering her face. He found it incredible to watch how she had changed. But then she stood and shifted in a strangely adorable manner. "Yes...I like you again. At least as much as I did before you left." He pulled her into his lap and bit her shoulder before putting his hands on her breasts, grasping them gently. "Would you like to get fucked in the ass now Hermione? Its the only part of you I haven't gotten to enjoy yet and I have been wondering what you were like back there."

He licked her neck again, pressing his cock against her butt. He knew that she would have been fucked there already. There was no way that she hadn't been. Voldemort liked to deflower girls in every way when he got them. But what he was really curious about was how much she would want it. So he sat her with her back to him in his lap, his favorite position for anal sex.
 
The brunette witch cuddled into Lucius' lap the instant he pulled her down. She was happy to hear that he liked her again, and also rather pleased thar he continued to want her touch. After all, his initial observation was true. What Hermione needed and wanted most was comfort. Perhaps that was the true reason she was so eager to please - to continue getting his drunken affection.

"I would love to." Hermione answered, almost completely truthful. The sex felt good now, but it did bring back certain bad memories. Still it was good to please Malfoy. And so, the girl lifted herself up a bit. Until she was positioned over his cock. Her fingers moved down and spread apart her cheeks, and then she proceeded to let his cock fill her ass. "Mmm...."
 
When she seemed rather happy with the idea of being close to him he couldn't help but smile. His body was starting to recover from his drunken state. Though he would still be drunk for a long time, hours, he was clearing his head a little. But when she said she would love anal sex and pushed herself down like that he couldn't help but groan and lean his head on her shoulder. "Granger...You are a rather horny little teenager now. And your ass is still so tight. You must have been charmed quite a bit." He knew she must have been ravaged hard over and over.

But then he put his hands on her hips and started to bounce her slowly, enjoying how soft and hot her ass felt. He was a rather big fan of anal sex, something Narciass only let him do once very few months. He liked being able to tease girls and push in nice and deep since most couldn't accommodate his cock in their pussy.
 
Hermione groaned loudly when he began to bounce her. His touch was so soft against her skin, and his hot breath on the nape of her neck made shivers run down her spine. "I-I just want to make you content." The brunette cooed. She let her head fall back against his neck, while her fingers went to grip at the chair cushions. When her body got used to the feeling of being filled once more, Hermione did her best to add to his motions. She pushed herself up and down in rhythm with his hips, rocking her pelvis back and forth.

"I missed you." Hermione whispered quietly, not noticing how out of place her words might come off. "I missed you a lot." A loud moan came from the muggleborn when she felt Lucius finally go all the way inside. She glanced down to make sure she avoided his sac, and then rolled her hips back and forth. "Mmm... Oh, Lucius, your so much better at this than the other Death Eaters."
 
Lucius couldn't hold back his groans as she grinded and bounced on his cock with all the talent of a professional escort, making sure that she pleased every inch of him without hurting him at all. All he could do was groan and hold onto her while she told him how she missed hum and started to please hum even more. "And why exactly would you miss me Granger? You must have had plenty of death eaters who didn't completely abuse you." But there was something about her time in captivity Lucius didn't know. He didn't know that she had been subject to almost every perverted fantasy one could imagine.

"Is there anything you like now? And new fetishes you want to tell ne about so that I can make you cum yourself into exhaustion?" He started to bounce her faster, groaning from how tight and amazing her ass was. He hope that she had some sort of very kinky new love so that he could try something new and strange with her.
 
Hermione almost skipped a beat in her rhythm when Lucius answered her. He had no idea what had actually happened to her. And in that split second her eyes glazed over, her skin a new paler shade. But in the next moment she had snapped back, and continued on in her pleasuring. "It wasn't the same." She muttered quietly. That must have been the understatement of the century, but even being an avid Death Eater, perhaps Lucius never knew exactly how bad prisoners like her were punished. Maybe no one knew the extent of their suffering, except those people.

The idea made Hermione feel far too alone for her own liking, and so she quickly moved her train of thought. "I don't mind anything anymore, if that's what you mean." A quiet rush ran through her body, before she moved her feet to the edge of the chair, causing her thrusts to be much harder. The brunette rocked against him in an almost violent action, but she was careful to make sure she didn't land awkwardly on any part of his body. It was a learned habit to avoid touching people while riding their cock. After a few more minutes, Hermione could hardly last any longer. Out of breath and with sharp waves of pleasure, Hermione whined loudly. "Mhmphhm...." The witch mumbled, before collapsing against his body - completely exhausted.
 
Lucius was groaning and squirming with pleasure as she started to bounce herself harder, telling him that she didn't mind anything anymore. He would have to experiment with how she had changed later. But this new pace was driving him over the edge. And as she collapsed onto him moaning he couldn't help but groan and push hard against her, cumming into her ass hard. Then he did the same that she had just done, laying back against the chair, his cock still buried in her ass.

He bit his lip and slowly put his arms around her. "You are really much better at this. You must have learned a lot." With a little effort, he pulled her off of his cock and whimpered a bit. He was very content now. But he was still drunk and dizzy and tired. He wanted to toss her onto the bed and lay on her chest to sleep all night.
 
Hermione soon felt Lucius loose himself in pleasure, before he too was wiped out against the chair. "I'm not sure if you would call it learning, per say." The brunette snapped, the anger in her voice geared towards the Death Eaters of the past rather than at Lucius. With a deep breath and gasp, Granger was off his cock and curled against his chest. Her eyes stared directly into his for a moment, and she shook her head. "You need sleep." His eyes were more bloodshot than anyone she had ever seen, and his face was so drained of color he appeared almost translucent. "Sleep, and one less drink."

With a heavy sigh, Hermione stood off the chair and tried to grab Lucius' hand. She left her panties on the floor, knowing she would be able to find some sort of clothing in the bedrooms. "How about I help you get to bed, alright?" With the last bit of her strength Hermione tugged on Lucius so that he could stand against her.
 
Lucius looked a little surprised at her anger. She had been so calm and adorable but there was real anger and hate in her heart now. But then she seemed to snap back to normal and he didn't seem happy with her criticizing his new philosophy on how to deal with his pain. "I will drink all that I want. If it pleases me I will drink till I die and then drink some more. Don't try to lecture me girl." He made an effort to stand when she pulled him and almost knocked her over as he stumbled. But he didn't hold her or even use her for balance. Instead he pushed her away and started to stagger toward the bed. And after a lot of effort and few curse words, Lucius sat on the edge, seemed rather smug and happy with himself.

He didn't seem happy with her anymore though. It was a small comment but it annoyed him. She was the reason he was drinking anyway. But as he moved back to lay on the bed he made a gesture for her to come over. While he didn't like how she was acting, he didn't want to sleep without her warmth now that he had a taste of it.
 
Hermione rolled her eyes at Lucius with a sympathetic sigh. On one hand she was terribly annoyed with his new found habit, which had quickly become apparent to her. He didn't have any previous issues when she had been captive there, so he obviously didn't need it to live. But at the same time she knew great loss was dealt with in different ways. Her uncle, too, had become a drunk after a similar loss. But her uncle hadn't been the same powerful, rich, elegant wizard Lucius Malfoy was - or at least had been. When he sat on the edge of the bed Hermione had to grin to herself. He was so smug and egotistical, even when he was drunk out of his mind. Draco had been as well, but more than likely because of his age and attitude, that always made her hate him even more. But with Lucius it made her giggle.

With another sigh Hermione walked around the bed, and moved underneath the warm covers. This bed had an even softer feel than the other she had slept in at the Malfoy Manor, which was truly saying something. Engulfed in a new found comfort, Hermione awkwardly scooted across the bed to be on his side, against his warm figure. She could care less if he smelt of alcohol, he was the sweetest man she knew of right now. "Please try not to." She whispered quietly, before putting her arm on his chest. "You are all I have now, Lucius. I don't want you to drink yourself to death." Hermione's hazel eyes looked up to them with a newly found innocence as the realization came that he truly was her last life line. "I care for you too much to see anything put you in that situation."
 
Lucius didn't seem to really notice what she was saying. He was fairly out of in his liquor fueled stupor. "I am very tired Hermione. I am going to go to sleep now." Then without another word he fell back on his pillow. Whether he passed out or fell asleep it was impossible to tell. But through the night he clung to Hermione and whimpered about various things that had been upsetting him. He was really not the man he had been before. He was an empty shell of his former self, not the powerful and, at least to Hermione, kind man that he had been. But he also couldn't take care of himself.

So early the next morning the door opened without a sound and Alexander la Fay stepped in. The son of an old Wizarding family, all of whom had been Gryffindor, he was disowned when he was sorted into Slytherin. He had turned to the Death Eaters and was taken in with open arms. Now here he was, carrying food and liquor for some drunk fool. This was driving him insane. He was nineteen years old, in the prime of his life. He was tall, nearly six five, and honestly hot. He had shaggy black hair and and eyes that seemed to glow gold. His robes were still in his room and he wore only black Slytherin pajama pants. His body was thin but toned and attractive, though not muscular like Lucius. He was worth having fun with. "Master Lucius...I have your tea and whiskey..."
 
Hermione eagerly held onto Lucius throughout the night. Him holding her, on the other hand, was a bit odd. Lucius had never been the type to cling before, or to show any sort of weakness. But while they were both deeply asleep, Lucius whimpered bits of nonsense that inevitably turned Hermione's gentle dreams into confusing nightmares. All the same, Hermione had a fairly decent sleep. A full night without anyone to bother her, and someone warm and gentle by her side. She was comfortable as could be.

In the morning the young brunette awoke to the sound of a male voice. Her small eyes cracked open, looking to see if Lucius had actually spoken to her or if it was just her dreams. But instead of finding Lucius awake, she saw a young man beside the bed. Hermione tilted her head to the side, and after taking in the sight of the man, and assuring he was real, Hermione jumped under the covers and held tightly onto Lucius' figure. "Who are you?" She asked quietly. Her eyes poked out from behind the blanket, but the rest of her remained hidden. Surely the most prominent change in her attitude was the skittish way she moved and jumped. But, then again, most anyone would be shocked by a new person at their bedside.
 
Alexander was not prepared to see a tiny flesh colored blur to jump around and hide under the covers so suddenly. He found himself placing the try on the nightstand and reaching into his pocket to find his emerald-and-black-framed glasses, which he had not put on yet as to rest his eyes a little. Then he saw a tuft of brunette hair poking out and a pair of eyes staring at him. He looked thoroughly confused for about thirty seconds until he realized who she was. "Oh! You must be Granger! Master Lucius told me of you. I did not think you would be returning." He smiled a little and looked over the situation.

"I must request that you leave Master Lucius alone. He is in quite the state and I don't think you should be so close." He flicked his wand and the blanket slid off of her forcefully. His smile didn't waver as he walked over to the other side and pointed his wand at her chest. "Come here quickly..."
 
Hermione looked terrified at Alexander, even though he was hardly one that seemed vicious. With his glasses on he reminded her somewhat of a well-mannered Harry, minus the Dark Mark and Slytherin pajamas. "I came back yesterday night." The young girl mumbled quietly, before glancing back at Lucius. His sleeping figure was rather peaceful, and Hermione saw no reason for her to be moving away from him. "Why?" She snapped, before grabbing the blanket back into her hands. To say the least, Hermione wasn't very trusting anymore. To leave the one person she could feel connected to and go into the presence of some odd man seemed completely irrational to Hermione.

"I-I... I want to stay here with Lucius!" She held onto Lucius' wrist with a tight grip. Who was this 'servant' anyway? He must be a servant if he was referring to Lucius as a Master. Why did Lucius need a wizard servant anyway? Didn't he have plenty of house elves? "He said to sleep with him... And... And..." Hermione trailed off, ignoring the wand at her chest. She had become rather used to threats by now.
 
While Alexander was not nearly as sadistic as the average Death Eater, probably even less so than Lucius, he had no kindness in him. But he didn't use a curse or hex. He didn't even mutter a spell. Instead he placed the wand in his pocket again and grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the bed forcefully. "Because Master Lucius was very drunk last night. He only treated you that way because he was confused. He has not been saying nice things about you. You may be the victim of the killing curse when he awakes." He felt the warm body of the naked mudblood pressed against him. Though he noticed it he did not respond. Instead he pulled her along, knowing whether she liked it or not, it would be fairly easy to lead her along.

Then, once they were outside of the room, the door closed, he pushed her to the wall. But his expression never changed from that now creepy smile. "Now, why is it that you are interested in Master Lucius?" Lucius was his Dark Arts teacher, hence the title, and he was fairly attached to him even if he had been in too much of a drunken stupor to teach much of anything.
 
Hermione looked back at Lucius, her expression now more depressed than ever. She could believe he didn't care for her, hated her, all of those things. After all, she had been greeted with the killing curse yesterday. But the truth was she didn't want to believe it at all. More than anything she wanted Lucius' approval and his love. Before she could act, though, Alexander tore her from the bed and she was into the cold air. "But... Lucius..." Hermione glanced back at the sleeping body as she was pulled away, in the same manner that a child might have when leaving a puppy. Once out of the room, the true chill of the air hit her, and out of habit Hermione leaned against the man.

"Lucius... Lucius is all I have left." Hermione whispered quietly. Her eyes looked down at the ground as they walked. "No more friends, my family is probably dead, no Hogwarts... Lucius is the closest thing I have to a relative, or lover I suppose." The young girl sighed heavily. "He was the most suave man I knew before. Charming, cunning, seductive... Now he is a drunk that needs to bathe more." Hermione let out a long breath, and then looked up at the tall man. "What did he say about me anyway?"
 
When she leaned on him like that, Alexander seemed to be completely passive. But she was rather pretty...And she was extremely naked. Still he had to do his best not to be distracted. "Well...Master Lucius..." He slid his glasses off suddenly and his cheeks turned a very pale, almost unnoticeable red. "Master Lucius said that you are a worthless whore who ruined his life. That you drove the only person who really mattered even if things had gotten stale. And that you were the best sex he had ever had." His voice didn't waver or show his embarrassment. Instead it was impassive and cold like he was reading out of a text book.

"Now...I have something that belongs to you. I was informed that I should return it to you if you came back." He pulled his long black dragon heartstring wand from his pocket and flicked it. "Accio wand." Hermione's wand zoomed through air a few moments later and landed in his open hand, where he offered it to her. "Is there any way I can make you more comfortable?"
 
Hermione, oddly enough, didn't seemed to take notice of the cruel words Lucius had spoken. Perhaps she had driven away Narcissa, but hadn't Lucius been the one complaining of her existence before hand? It wasn't her fault anyway, so he his insults were silly and ineffective. It was nice, though, to hear the last bit. That compliment made Hermione smile a bit. At least she had something to offer him, even if it was shallow and hardly righteous to offer up.

"My wand!" Hermione squealed happily and quickly took it from his hands. She gave her wand a hug, before hugging the man in front of her. "Thank you." A wide smile was now on her face. It seemed being naked didn't bother Hermione anymore. Still, she probably wanted to be a bit warmer. "Do you have any clothes I could wear? I kind of miss, well, wearing clothes." Her head tilted to the side once more and she grinned at her new guide.
 
Alexander was a rather stoic person. He could contain what he felt and even that wasn't much. But there was a rather cute naked girl with her arms wrapped around him. He wasn't exactly wearing much either and her skin was warming and teasing. He found himself wanting this girl, something that didn't happen often. But he didn't show it on his face. He didn't even hug her back. The only issue was located in his loose Slytherin pajama pants. There was a noticeable bulge growing to press the fabric and lift it noticeably. But her request of clothes was like godsend. He turned away, hoping not to brush her with his new inconvenient attachment, though he knew it was impossible with how close she was.

The bulge brushed her leg and he put his back to her quickly, hoping she wouldn't realize. "Right this way..." He cleared his throat quietly and started to walk quickly, his steps showing that something was wrong beneath his trousers. But Alexander didn't know that Hermione was now very experienced with men and that she would mostly like figure it out in a heartbeat. "There should be spare robes somewhere."
 
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