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Hermione and her husband, Draco Malfoy were sitting in an elegant room of the Malfoy Manor for the every three months update of the progress to produce the next Malfoy heir. Usually a pretty embarrassing experience for Hermione, whose ideas of child making were a private affair and not a duty. Not something that needs to be discussed over tea with the parents of her spouse. Repeatedly, over and over. It was more embarrassing than before, as they were unable to conceive for almost a year. And if she is not pregnant when the one year of their wedding anniversary arrives someone else is going to take her place.
Narcissa was displeased. Usually was when it was something to do with Hermione. The way she dressed, the way her hair looked. Sometimes she did not know why they decided in the first place to be Draco’s wife. They said it was because she was an exceptionally powerful witch, despite her blood. They said it will be good to refresh the bloodline with hers.
They sit in silence for a better of five minutes since they failed to bring positive news on the pregnancy. Draco was nervous, but the disappointment was never towards him. He was perfect in the eyes of his mother. His blood and status are impeccable. No, it was with Hermione she was displeased. Hermione was looking down to her saucer. Her cup contains a tea mix with nettle leaf, mint and ginger mix. All beneficiaries of getting pregnant.Not her choice of course. Fertility tea, that is what she got from the house-elf. All decided by her mother-in-law even before she stepped into the parlour.
Narcissa was put down her half empty saucer with Darjeeling black tea to the nearby table and folded her arm into her lap.
“If the one year is up and you fail to conceive an heir, we may need to look for another woman to do so.” her voice was cold. Hermione nodded in understanding, but did not look up. Submissive, that was the first thing Narcissa taught Hermione to act.
“Or another man.” Lucius murmured. Hermione’s eyes shot up to the man, and found him already staring at her. His gaze takes up her tender frame, his eyes are piercing like an animal luring up at his prey. His face is unreadable by Hermione, stoic. But his eyes are not the usual gray. No, the eyes turned black as his gaze roamed from her eyes, to her plump lips from biting it nervously. Then it goes to her neck reddened by embarrassment to her plump breasts. Her legs and back up again, settling on her eyes. The look makes him so much more intimidating. Much more… primal .
She is unable to look away from the elder Malfoy. As they look at one another, it seems the outer world ceased to exist to her. Her heart beats so loud it is the only sounds she hears and wonders if others are aware that the sentence alone made her quiver more with desire than her husband did in the last year.
Couple of days later from that embarrassment of tea Mr. Malfoy asked Hermione to come to his study. Hermione made sure to present herself as a dutiful daughter-in-law. Instead of the Muggle attire, she chose to wear a more conservative look for appease him, a light periwinkle blouse, with a long skirt. Her bushy hair pinned back in an elegant bun. She knocked on the wooden door in front of Lucius Malfoy's office.
“Did you want to see me, Mr. Malfoy?” Hermione asked after she stepped into her father-in-law's office. The room was spacious enough for a big mahogany table, where Lucius is just abandoned. A large wall to wall bookcase alongside one wall and a welcoming sitting area at the other.
“Yes, please come in and shut the door behind you.” Lucius stood and went around the big mahogany table and leaned against it. He didn’t offer her to sit, so she took a couple steps forward and stopped. His face unreadable, but she saw the tight muscle of his jaw contract. Whatever this meeting is going to be about it must be important.
“Hermione, I asked you here because I believe I got to know you well enough in the past year to depict that you are a dutiful woman. I believe that you would do anything that is best for this family. And what best for this family means the best for Draco, am I right?”
“You’re right, Sir.” She nodded eagerly. A smirk appeared on Lucius face and he started to closed the gap between him and daughter-in-law.
"Good girl.." he purred. And Lucius didn't fail to notice the pink blush that spread over on Hermione's face. It was just the reaction he had hoped for.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he asked and grabbed her face in his hands and put his mouth on hers.
Everything happened too quick to Hermione to react properly. His lips crashed with hers. She found it surprising that his lips were soft. She drew a staggered breath in response to the wave of heat that went through her. Lucius didn’t hesitate when she opened her mouth and eagerly swept his tongue into hers.
Hermione couldn’t believe what was happening. He was not Draco, her husband. He was her father-in-law for Salazar’s sake! He could be her father! And yet…
His tongue was a caress and lightly danced with hers. The way his hand holds her waist so firmly, the other her face. Hermione face was burning. Draco never kissed her like that. It felt restrained, yet sensual. It was probably the best kiss she had got, and she received it from her father-in-law. Instinctively she grind her pelvis into Lucius’ groin. Even through the clothes she could feel his cock throbbed in his pants as it hardened. Deep roar erupted from Lucius’ throat.
But the voice was like an alarm, waking her up from the dream like haze of desire.
“Mr. Ma-…Mr. Malfoy!” she exclaims and she manages to put her hands on his broad chest and distance herself from the man.
“What are you doing?! You are married! So am I! What about Draco? What about your wife?!” Hermione asked wourridly as she took a step back, creating distance between them. She needed air..to cool off. Why does she feel so warm all of the sudden?
“What about them? We are doing this for them.” he said matter-of factly. As he takes a step toward her.
“Wh-what? We can’t do this!This is wrong!” Her back bumps against the bookshelf. Her hands grab the ledge for support.
“Is it, petal?” he asks as he takes another, final step towards her. He cornered her to the bookshelf and she could only hear her heart thumping so loudly in her chest, she swore he could hear it too. And a predatory grin appeared on his face. "
“Then why are you aroused?"
"I-I..."
"Your nipples..” Two long fingers lightly traced the shape of her breast. Hermione took a sharp breath.
“I can see it through your blouse.” He unbuttoned her blouse and brushed down the flimsy excuse of a bra she wore. As in answer she tensed, and shivered. Her nipples pebbled from the exposed air, and he grazed his thumb over her nipples. Goosebumbs erupted on her whole by his tender touch. A weak moan swallowed by her
“Beautiful.” he said.
“Mr. Malfoy….”
He didn't care for her defience. He put one of her nipple into his mouth to taste it. Gentle lips met with the warm skin of Hermione nipple and she let out a shrieked sound that made Lucius even more hungrier. Teeth grazed around, but Lucius did not bite down on it. His lips followed up to her neck and found the soft spot behind her ear and planted a kiss there. His breath was hot against her ear.
“Tell me, what would I find, if I put my fingers in your knickers? Hmm? Would I find them soaked through?” Hermione couldn't answer. She was trembling with need and excitement.
“Answer me.” Lucius growls.
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl.”
And his hands went to confirm that assumption.
Hermione laid upon the mahogany table in the middle of Lucius Malfoy’s office in her underwear. Her clothes were long gone, forgotten somewhere on the floor. The older man did not waste his time to slowly disrobe the young girl. No, he ravaged her while doing it. Burying his face in the lush of her breast after he tore off her blouse from her body. Experienced hands undid her skirts while she kissed him and buried her fingers in his long blonde hair. She realised a few things about Lucius. His kiss was like a drug to her, like she was drinking amortentia from the source itself. It made every guilt and shame disappear. The stolen glances between them in public, the concealed touches, the secrecy, it thrilled her. It shouldn't. But it did.
Laid bare on the table, like a meal her legs already spread for him. His hand roamed her curves from her breast to the curve to her ass, grinding his still clothed cock against her. Naturally dark spots formed on his dark grey trousers from her arousal or his pre-come, he did not care. His hand brush down on her sternum down towards her pelvis. A brush of his fingers determined that her daughter-in-law pussy was dripping with arousal.
"Merlin..." his voice was deep, graveled. "Hermione, you are drenched."
"Who made you this wet, hm?" A whimper fell from her lips when he lapped up some of her juice and tasted in front of her. The light reflecting back from the Malfoy signet ring, he wore on his middle finger in his right hand.
"Yo-you are, Mr. Malfoy."
"Good girl."A wicked grin set upon his face as he took his right hand and pushed in his middle finger.
She hitched a breath as the cold of the ring hit her by surprise and her body erupted with goosebumps.
“I-Is that your ring?”
“It is.”
“It’s cold.”
“You will warm it up.”
It was the only thing Lucius had said as he started his merciless job to bring Hermione to her first orgasm. She was cautious not to be too loud. Although Draco said he had duties to attend during the day, she didn't want to the house elf or Narcissa found out her affair with the head of the Malfoy family. When she warmed up she arched her back and ground her hips into his hands. The shape of the Malfoy ring touched the opening of her vagina as Lucius pushed his finger as far as he could.
"That's it. Coat my ring with your juice. I want it smelling of you." Her stomach clenched. She could never control her desire when he said those obscene, possessive things when they were in private. She could just imagine him smelling the ring while sitting in the meeting, Draco sitting on his right unaware that his father is smelling the remaining scent of his wife.
Her waves of pleasure contoured her face as she whipped her head back. Mouth open, as she was beginning to reach her blessed orgasm.
“Don’t you dare!" Lucius growled. He withdrew his fingers from her and turn her over, bending her over the desk.
"But..they will hear..." she begged.
"I’ve cast a silencing charm already. You will scream my name when you come!” he said authoritatively. And he showed back his fingers. Her walls grabbed his fingers and did not let them go until well after her release has found her.
“Mr. Malfoy!”
“Cum for me, baby."
“Sir! Don’t stop! I’m….-I’m going to.. ahh!” her face contoured from pleasure from the white flamed climax. Her cum coating his fingers he took them into his mouth to taste.
"Fuck...Mr. Malfoy?"
"Call me Lucius.”
“Lucius?”
“Yes, pet?”
“Fuck me.”
Lucius did not need to say anything. It was an open invitation for the things he intended to do to her anyway. He kiss her shoulder and raised them up against the desk. He took his tie and loosened it. Her throat throbbed from anticipation and Lucius almost combust then and there. He didn’t want anything more then to shove his cock into that mouth through those delicious looking lips and fuck her throat. But throat fucking does not produce heir. And first he needed to plant his seed into this young woman. This magnificent woman in front of her. She looked like a goddess. Illuminated by the light through the window. Her fair skin was unblemished, perfect. Her breasts are perky, bouncing as she breathes shallowly, rapidly. She is full of desire for him. Lucius did not feel like this since the early days of his marriage. And like a young boy he doesn’t know where to start with her. He starts to kiss her. First the lips, then her throat. He doesn't linger for long. He has a goal in mind, down south. He puts tiny kisses on his way on her breast, her stomach, her pubic bone until he fully descended on his knees in front of her.
“Spread your legs wide for me.” She does as told, and she took his head into her hands and guided her onto her clit. His mouth moulded over her throbbing clit.
His ministration was as meticulous as his work ethic. He started slow, first he licked off any remains from her sweet orgasm. Hermione legs could hold her, so she set back to the table and laid back on her forearms. Spreading her legs, she could see everything Lucius was doing to her. His eyes closed, he looked like he was in trans eating her out. His hands massaged her bottom and his lips wrapped around her mound. The suction on her clit was enough that she could feel her second wave of climax reaching to the top.
“Mmmh, you're just as delicious as I imagined.” Lucius flattened his tongue on Hermione’s clit. Wet from her arousal and his saliva. Applied pressure on her mound and vigorously left small circles with his tongue. He ate her like a starved man. Craved for so very long from what was undoubtedly his. The tangy taste of her maddened him, leaving a satisfying grunt as she is the best thing he ever tasted.
Her legs started to violently tremble as she started cumming into his mouth.
“O-Oh my god.”
Her mind fogged from two of the heaviest orgasms she ever felt. She still wasn't feeling satisfied.
"Please...Lucius...more" her voice was husky-soft, pleading. Ever since they've started their affair they never had crossed that line. "I need your cock..." She didn't care about the consequences.
Lucius loosened his belt, and took out his cock from his pants. Curiosity drove Hermione to look down, and panic rose inside her when she saw him. Blueish veins were throbbing on his massive cock. She never seen anything as long and big as him. Her body tensed when he allowed the very tip of his cock to breach her entrance. Hermione arched into him, her thighs trembling. Although drenched from her recent orgasms, his size was bigger than she was used to. His girth is wider than she ever had in her pussy. Already the tip of his cock stretched her so much, she whined in pained frustration.
“Ahh…I-It’s too big!” her voice filled with fear. “It’s not gonna fit, Lucius!”
“Relax, pet. It is going to fit.” Grunted as he sink into her inch by inch. The stretch of the pain was excruating.
“No, please! Stop!”
“Take it like a good girl.”
“It hurts! Ple…Please!"
“You were made for me, Hermione. I’m going to breed you…” With that promise he thrusted into her core, impaling her on his entire length all at once. Her back arched into off from the table as she screamed from the tightness from the pain or the pleasure he couldn’t decide, but he realised he didn't hear a more arousing sound. His cock throbbed inside of her tight cunt and as he withdrew it he noticed a light sheen of blood coating his dick. He knew she wasn't a virgin, but he imagined it was her first time nonetheless. The thought aroused him. Taking away her innocence.
“Ahhh! Lucius!”
“That’s it. Good girl.."
“Please….” her voice was husky-soft, pleading.
“Please what?”
“More...” she groans in frustration.
Lucius lips turn into a feline smirk. He withdrew it and started pounded into her with such force her breast bounced back and forth, even the massive table shrieked under them.
“Tell me Hermione. Since when did you start quivering after my cock?” He asked, his teeth grazed the junction of her neck and shoulder.
“I didn’t…quiver.”
“Hmm…” growled Lucius
And as in challenge Lucius thrust himself hard into Hermione wombs, hitting her cervix. Loud squelching noises from their mixed fluids are filling the wide office walls. Hermione cried out in pain and in ecstasy as he drove into her over and over. Sucking on her sweet spot of neck.
A desperate moan later.
“From the night of my nuptials.“ Lucius slowed his penetration so she could continue her confession to him. “When I was wearing that white nightgown and I bumped into you in the corridor. I was so nervous before the first night and I didn’t see you coming out of your office.”
While kissing Hermione’s neck, he smirks for the memory.
“I almost fell, but then you caught me. Your hands were on my waist, holding me strongly close to you. That was the first time I smelled your cologne. Your hand lightly brushed against my breasts. After I got back to my room, I found wetness between my legs from one touch from you. On the first night on my marriage bed and ever since then I always taught you were fucking me instead of your son.”
“I’m going to come inside you, Hermione.”
“A-Ahh..yes!”
“I am going to fill you up with my seed. I’ll give you a baby. A Malfoy heir. Then you can stay here at the Manor. And you will be mine .”
“What...What if the problem is me? What if I can’t get pregnant because there is a problem with me?” she asked out of breath. Lucius changed his thrusting for slow, small forward motion.
“Not possible.” he voice hard.
“You were made to be bred, Hermione. You were just with the wrong male.”
“I-I don’t understand.”
“I mean, there are powers at play that do not allow any conception among the walls of the Manor by anyone….but me.”
“But Draco and Narcissa..?”
“They don’t know…”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner…approached me sooner?”
“Because, petal, you were not the only one who developed an obsession with a person in a different age group. Ever since I met you in Flourish and Blotts in your second year I watched you. I watched you grow up to this exceptional woman and I quickly found myself wanting you. I imagined how your arousal would smell like. How would you look bent over on this very table. How would you taste as you come on my tongue.” Hermione realized that they just did all this things if not more in the last couple of weeks. The ache in her abdomen reignited in her. But Lucius did not finish his confessions.
“So I made Draco marry you, making him believe you were a match to him. Binding you to him, so you would be close to me. Before your wedding night I created a spell with blood magic and my sperm that allows only me to breed you.”
“Wh-what?” her voice was a better short of a whisper. No it can’t be.
“You tricked me? And you deceived your son?”
“Call it what you will, sweetheart. It doesn’t change the fact that you spread your legs for me willingly. That you wished to have an affair with your own father-in-law.”
“No, I-I don’t want this anymore! Let me go!”
“I waited a long time to breed you, Hermione. You will not go anywhere.”
Lucius continued his long, hard thrust into her.
Hermione couldn’t take it. As resignation hit her, tears started to form, and her limps gave out. In defiance she turns her head toward a huge dark wooden wall to wall bookcase filled with books. The middle is paneled with glass that fills a variety of family different heirlooms and honors of decoration. The dark wood and the glass reflected their bouncing forms back to Hermione and showed an outside look how his father-in-law relentlessly raped her in his office.
Lucius seemingly had enough of her fussing, he quickly flipped her around and bent her onto her on the table. His hand pressing down between her shoulder blades as entered her once again. He start to slid inside with ease.
“Please…” she begged him.
“....don’t” she sighed as he filled her out completely. The new position did not help her. She felt him everywhere. Still so wet from him, he easily plunged his length to the hilt.
“Take it, slut.”
“No..!”
Lucius grabs her throat from behind to lift her head up, Hermione back arches and whines unashamedly from the new position. Lucius’ heavy breathing hits her temple. His mouth was in her ear.
“You belong to me and no one else. You are..my precious..little…Mudblood.”
“No” she breathed. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. Look how good you are taking me. Admit it, you are enjoying this. You enjoy that I take advantage of you.”
She was a mess. Her mind was in such a state, she could even form sentences. Did she actually like him taking advantage of her? Was it just her body reaction? She waited for so long for this. Was this bliss or was it just one of his games?
“I can't wait for your breasts to swell. To suck your nipples until it bruises. I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
The pressure in her abdomen was Hermione couldn’t contain her moan. His long cock perfectly hit her cervix. She started to give in as the pain turned into pleasure. Then Lucius grabbed both of her arms and pinned her to the massive table. His pace changed, they both started to climb to their climax.
“Yes!” she cries.
“Only…”
“Mine….”
“Lu-Lucius!”
“F-fuck, Hermione….”
Lucius bend over Hermione's back, while their heartbeats slowed down to normal. Her pussy throbbed as he warm his cock. The excess mixture of their cum was dripping down on her legs. Lucius kissed the sensitive skin behind her ears.
“You might be Draco’s wife on paper, but you are mine.”
Hermione was still in haze, her face pressed into the hardwood table. Completely spent, utterly used and breathing heavily.
“Say it!” he commanded.
“I-I’m yours” her voice cracked.
“That’s right.”
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In the late hours of the morning, Draco was heading back to his room after a grueling flying exercise. His mood was filled with male arrogance after yesterday evening's good news. Hermione told him, finally after a year of hard trying she is expecting a child. His child. A true Malfoy heir. He could not be more smug about it. Although for a couple of weeks Hermione somehow felt distant from him. He knew their marriage wasn’t built on love, but he hoped they had a mutual respect for one another. For the better part of a month they didn’t talk as much as they used to. They didn’t have sex every night, even though most of the time it was because of duty rather than selfish pleasure. But she swore it was due to the morning sickness she was feeling for weeks now.
He was just about to turn the corridor towards his room, when he heard a light female noise from his father’s study. Usually this time of the day no one was occupying the study as his father was out on business meetings. But his door was ajar. Though when he went toward the door to investigate, he heard his father’s voice.
“Take off your clothes.”
Draco halted his steps. What was going on? It must be his parents having a private moment. He should not be here. As he was about to turn and forget that he ever heard such a things from his father’s mouth the female voice spoke.
“How would you like to have me, Daddy?”
Draco’s eyes widened. He knew that voice. It was… It was his wife’s voice. What was Hermione doing in his father’s office?! What did she call him? Daddy?! Draco casted a silencing charm around himself and peeked through the slightly opened door.
“On your knees, pet.” His eyes followed the descent of the naked form of his wife goin On her knees, Hermione looked up at the blond haired man. Chest heaving, she nipped her lips unconsciously. Lucius’ eyes were on that juicy lips as well. Lucius grabbed Hermione's cheek and his thumb lightly brushed over her plump lips. A grunt came over him when she voluntarily opened up her mouth and wrapped her lips around his thumb and started to suck on it. Her eyes closed and sweet quiet moan came out of her. Draco couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The sour feeling of jealousy started to gather in him.
“You did so good, pet. You are so good to me. You are expecting the next Malfoy heir. What do you want, my love?”
“I want your cock. Can I suck your cock, Daddy?”
“Of course, darling. Open your mouth.”
"Good girl."
Hermione put the tip of his cock in her mouth and started sucking, tasting. She knew she won't be able to deepthroat it first. She licked from the hilt to the top, a deep gruff came from Lucius. When she taking it slowly into her mouth.
“Lower.” he growled. So she did she was told. She had to relax her jaw to make a big enough O with her lips to take him. The ridges of veins on his cock was pulsing against her lips.
“There you go.” His father moaned. His cock full in her mouth, Hermione's nose was in the hilt of cock. She took a big breath through her nose, smelling the musky scent of his groin.
Lucius face focused. He needed focus not to shoot down his cum in the first five minutes.
Draco didn’t look away. Couldn’t even if he try to look away from the stretched lips of Hermione. A frustrated groan came out of his lips. His heart beat so fast as the blood in his body run towards the south portion of his body.
“That’s it, Hermione. Breath through your nose. That's a good girl.” She moans to the appraise.
Draco’s pants became uncomfortably tight as his cock became hard. Pure envy and jealousy seeing his wife deepthroating his father’s cock like that. She has never taken him in her mouth, even though he tried to persuade her.
Since when is this going on between them? He made note of the fact that she felt off for a couple of weeks. Couple of weeks...ever since she was pregnant..
And why does it arouse him so much seeing him sucking his father off like a slut?
He looks around the corridor, and as he makes sure no one sees him, he casts a silencing charm and he takes his cock out from his pants and robs himself of the image of his wife kneeling.
It seems Lucius was on the brink of his desire, because she took Hermione face in his hands and started fucking her face.
“You look so good on your knees...Stuffed with my cock. You will look so good with my sperm spilling out of your mouth, running down your neck.”
Hermione only whines, like she can’t wait for it to happen, but she kept up her jaw relaxed. His balls was hitting her below her chin at her neck as he thrusted into her mouth.
“Ahh, fuck, your mouth is heaven!" he groaned.
She felt his penis pulse in her mouth, his balls that rested against her chin contracting rhythmically as he shot several thick, hot ropes of his seed into her throat.
“Take my load, Mudblood. Do not waste a drop.”
She did not. Her stomach clenched as his warm cum went down her throat. His cum tasted of salty liquid in her mouth, as she knew it will be her new favorite thing to eat. As the last drops came she opened her mouth and sticked out her tongue to catch while looking up at Lucius. Her father-in-laws eyes were black, his mouth open as he came down from his high.
Behind the office door, Draco was a mess himself. As his wife was swallowing up his father's cum, Draco shuddered from the overwhelming feeling of his yearning. His cocked twitched, he squeezed his cock hard and with a heavy grunt he came all over himself. Warm cum coat his length as it dripped to the floor.
Hick cock throbbing, his chest is heaving as he continued to watch them, watch her and imagining it is his come that she so thoroughly swallows down.
After Hermione made sure to swallow all of Lucius’ semen down her throat, she stood up and looked at her father-in-law and lover.
“What if they find out the child is not Draco’s?” she asks shyly, timidly.
Draco’s eyes widened in shock. His body is frozen now. The babe is not his? It’s his father’s then? He fucked her wife and impregnated her?
“They won’t. The babe will look just like him. With Malfoy features, no one will suspect anything about the babe heritage. But if either of them find out it doesn't matter, does it?”
His eyes take in the small naked woman in front of him. He takes her chin in between his thumb and index finger, ordering her to look at him.
“As the head of the Malfoy House everything you see here belongs to me.” Her eyes are dark and still watery from the blowjob she gave to him. Large hand of his flatten on her slightly showing bump.
“You both belong to me.”