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A gloved hand presses against her mouth.
She strains, her gasp buried into dark leather, trapped between the tall man and the wall at her back. He keeps her pinned there. Black robes, silver mask, a hint of blond hair beneath the hood.
"Potter," he says, and his voice is so distinctive it gives him away—a low, cold drawl that skitters shivers down her spine.
Lucius Malfoy.
She emits a muffled moan into his hand. He leans down slightly, exerting more pressure.
"Shh, shh, shh. We don't want the others to hear us, do we? No, I've caught you, and I get to play with you."
Dread squeezes her insides. Through the mask's slits, his pale gray eyes survey her. There is no mercy in them. They burn with dangerous hunger, and Harriet knows her pleas will fall on deaf ears.
"You are going to be very good for me, won't you?"
She gives a shaky nod.
Around them, Grimmauld Place is silent. No one will come to save her. No one will even know what's happening. She's alone with Lucius, and he can do whatever he wants to her.
His hand leaves her mouth. She inhales a sharp breath, which comes out in a hiss when he forces her down on her knees. He's even more imposing like this—looming over her, his erection straining against the dark fabric of his trousers. She's barely come to terms with it that he's undoing his belt in a whisper of leather and a clink of metal. Then he frees his cock with a practiced hand.
It's big, with a slight curve to it, the tip flushed dark red.
The sight knocks a bolt of fear into her belly, along with a slick rush of heat between her thighs. Lucius loops the belt around her throat and gives it a tug. The cool leather bites into her skin. She can't stop a little whimper from escaping her.
"All you have to do is please me, Potter. If you satisfy me, I'll let you go, mmh?"
He tugs at the belt again. Her lips come into contact with his cockhead. She winces, but a third tug demonstrates just how much in control he is, restricting her airway, the belt becoming a choke collar, and she opens her mouth to take him in.
"There, like this," he purrs.
He throbs on her tongue.
His hand, still clutching the belt, grasps her hair. He thrusts deeper in and tuts when she half-chokes on him.
"You'll have to do better than that..."
She glares at him. He pushes back in a smooth glide. His thick prick stretches her lips, forcing them wide, challenging her jaw as he rocks in and out. The bitter taste of pre-cum hits her, the slimy substance slicking up her tongue. Wet sounds echo around the room. Filthy, obscene sounds that leave no doubt as to what is happening.
Even without seeing her there on her knees, everyone listening in would know she's sucking cock.
Lucius Malfoy's cock.
A whine escapes her. Lucius sighs and sinks deeper, his cock bullying her throat open. There's resistance, and she's gagging, eyes blurry with tears, saliva pooling down her chin, but he keeps at it.
Keeps fucking her mouth with obvious pleasure.
"Look at me," he orders.
Her gaze flicks up. The silver mask glints, hiding everything but his eyes. She can feel his smile beneath the metal, a smug curve of arrogant lips.
"Do you do this for Severus as well, mmh?"
He tightens the belt, a beat of pressure that dizzies her.
"Do you service him with that hot little mouth? Crawling under his desk to lick at his cock and beg for an O? Is that why you're so adept at this?"
She emits a weak moan of protest.
"No? Am I the first to experience that tongue of yours, Miss Potter?"
He doesn't let her answer. The belt goes tight again, and then he's groaning as he sheathes his full length in her throat. One long, slow slide of cock. She can't breathe. Her pulse thuds against cool leather, panic rising. Her lungs scream for air and there's none to be had. Lucius hums, pale eyes smoldering with lust, watching her with keen interest. Her chest trembles as vibrations come up, and he hisses a sound of approval.
Harriet splutters when he finally withdraws. She gasps air in, desperately, streaks of pre-cum and saliva dribbling from her open mouth.
"Merlin, you're a little slut, aren't you?"
"No, no…"
He cups her chin with such gentleness she startles. His thumb presses against her cheek, rubbing soothing circles.
"No? You don't want to please me? Shall I call the others, then? Shall I give you to them and watch as they take turns?"
"Please, no," she rasps.
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I'll suck your cock, Mr. Malfoy. Please. Please let me suck your cock."
He slides her thumb past her lips, and she sucks on it, eagerly, trying to prove that she can be good, that she can give him what he wants. He chuckles softly. The mask comes off, and she's looking at his face, fine aristocratic features and that suave smile.
"Good girl."
He presses his cockhead to her lips. She obediently opens, and he sinks back in, a slow rocking thrust as he eases his cock into her mouth, watching her with those pale gray eyes. Her face burns. She whines as he tightens the belt unexpectedly, which she then realizes is exactly what he wants—to hear her make pitiful noises with her mouth full of his cock. He does it again, and she gives him a low keen.
He plays with her. Allows the belt to get loose, then tugs on it at random moments to wrench more sounds from her. Drags his cock along her tongue in slow, taunting motions. Pushes deep just to make her gag. Fucks her mouth faster, rougher, forcing her to take him.
Soon he's using her.
Fingers tight at the back of her head, belt a constant pressure at her throat, he moves with no thought as to her comfort or basic need for air, and she lets him, on her knees, mouth open, holding still for him as he surges in and out of her mouth. His cock slots into her throat on every thrust. He's breathing heavier, fingers flexing in her hair, upper lip curling with his pleasure.
"I'm about to come," he says, rasping out that last word. "You will—ah—swallow everything."
She moans around his thick shaft. There's no choice. She will take every last drop of his come.
"Merlin—" he swears. "Ah—"
His hips stutter. He pulses down her throat, a long flow of scalding come. She's a hole for him to spurt into. His seed splatters on her tongue as he draws back. He finishes there, cock halfway in her mouth, and she swallows.
"Lick me clean."
Soft, his cock remains sizable. It lays in a nest of wiry white hair, slick and shiny with her spit. She gives it a hesitant lick.
"Properly, girl. You've choked on my cock, don't be shy now."
She lavishes him with her tongue while he watches her. His stare is heavy and makes her cheeks flame up, knowing he's cataloging every detail of the scene, the way her tongue drags over his shaft, her flushed face, the belt collaring her, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her clenched fists in her lap. She suckles at his cockhead, engulfing it in her mouth, wincing at his taste again. Between her clenched thighs, her cunt pulses with shameful heat.
His cock twitches against her tongue. It fattens up, thickens, and is soon fully erect again, burning iron hot.
"Up with you," he says.
He yanks on the belt, forcing her to her feet. She staggers, bracing herself against his chest, and he chuckles, a soft, warm sound utterly at odds with what he's doing. He whirls her around so she faces the wall. Then he steps closer, crowding her against the peeling wallpaper.
"You said you'd let me go!"
"Did you really think a measly blowjob would suffice?"
He nudges her legs wider with one foot.
"I intend to have your cunt, girl."
She opens her mouth to protest—and out comes a startled whine as he fills her in one hard push. The hot slide of him in her cunt is electric. Every cell south of her navel snaps to attention. Her cunt gives a spasm, and she's not sure if her body is fighting him or welcoming him in. There's resistance. Her palms slip against the wall, a soft little noise tumbling from her lips as he forces his way inside.
He's so thick, and she's so tight.
He works his cock inside her, aching inch by aching inch. The filthy grind of his hips wrenches more sounds from her, keens and moans and breathless whimpers. He fills her, heat rocketing along her nerves with every slipping thrust, with every roll of hips. A slow, slick glide of cock all the way in, then he withdraws, lets her feel the fat, smooth cockhead nudge her lips before he surges back in.
Before he spears in, hips pressed tight to her arse, cock hilt deep inside her, the stretch ungodly.
Over and over, he fucks her at this pace, one hand tight on the belt and the other at her waist.
"I knew you'd feel like this," he drawls, mouth pressed to her ear. "I knew you'd have a perfect, lush little cunt. So snug and hot around my prick, Miss Potter."
He gives her ear a slow lick. She shudders.
"And you love it."
"Nnn-nnn," she gasps, words failing her.
"Oh yes, you do."
He drags his fat shaft out of her and lazily thrusts back in with a groan.
"You're dripping all over my cock, you gorgeous slut."
She gasps as he alters his pace, plunging inside of her roughly, jolting her into the wall. Her cheek is pressed up against the cold wallpaper, ice on her skin. At her back, Lucius is a blazing fire, his cock a brand inside her. She can feel the throb of him every time he hilts himself in her cunt.
He's groaning more often now. The belt tightens in time with his thrusts, pulling moans out of her.
"You know what's going to happen, don't you?"
She shakes her head. Her hands scrabble at the wall for purchase, but there's no escape. And yes, she knows exactly what's going to happen.
"I'll come inside you," he rasps. "You're not leaving until I've spilled in your cunt and made it mine."
He nips her ear. His hips move in rough, jerky thrusts, cock pounding into her as if he's trying to wreck her cunt. She'll feel him for days after this. She won't be able to fucking walk normally, God. He groans again, yanks her into him with the belt, using it like a leash, and she clenches around him, cunt spilling out a rush of wetness.
"Beg me for it."
"Please, please, please…"
She's so slick and dripping and stuffed full of him, but that's not enough, is it?
"Properly," Lucius says.
"Please, Mr. Malfoy..."
"Please what, little slut?"
"Please come inside me, sir... fill my filthy cunt with your come… please, please..."
He emits a heady groan, pressing deeper inside her.
"I will. I'll fill you until you're dripping with my seed. And then—I'm going to keep you. I'll chain you to my bed, a pretty little girl to take my cock and my come whenever I please, in every hole."
She whines, the sound turning sub-vocal, vibrating through all of her.
"And I'll breed you," Lucius growls. "Fill your belly with children—ah—you'd like that, wouldn't you? For my seed to take inside you? I'll keep filling you up until it does. Until your belly swells with my heir and your pretty little tits leak milk—"
He palms one breast, roughly, gloved thumb swiping her nipple, and her orgasm sparks like a match. Brutal heat scours her belly, splashes down into her legs, radiates up into her chest. It devastates her nerves, the sweetest fire. She moans like a whore, the way he likes it, the way that always drives him wild. He curses.
His hips falter to a stop. He comes with a low grunt, the hot splatter of his come hitting her walls, and then he's grinding, slow, heavy, milking himself inside her, making sure she gets every drop. A long series of shuddering moans leaves her lips. She trembles, body taut, as he spills as deep as possible, as his cock throbs and throbs, as they ride the high together, locked in fevered ecstasy.
She slumps against the wall, breathless and dizzy. He curves over her, twines their hands together, and presses a kiss to her shoulder. She moans his name—or vaguely tries to. Her voice is hoarse, her vocal cords so sore.
He sweeps her up in his arms. She clings to him, resting her head against his chest as he climbs upstairs. The bathroom door creaks. Inside, the air smells of incense and burning sage and thyme. He sets her down, removes the belt from her neck, and undresses her gently while keeping her steady. Her legs are only half-functioning at this stage, and she's floating in a happy, detached state.
Once she's naked, Lucius picks her up again to lower her into the hot bath. She groans with all her chest as she's submerged up to the shoulders in scalding hot water, a frisson of pure satisfaction running through her. Lucius takes off his clothes and joins her. The water sloshes a bit. It's perfumed with scented oils, and a scattering of rose petals kiss the surface.
Lucius picks up a wet cloth and washes her in tender, careful motions. She's half-dozing off, lulled to absolute relaxation by the hot water, the fragrant smells, the soothing scrubbing of her entire body.
"How are you feeling?" comes Lucius' voice, suffused with so much care and affection she could wrap herself in it like a blanket and never be cold again.
She opens her eyes. The candles dotted around the room cast a golden glow onto his features and thread shimmery highlights into his hair. He looks like a cruel fairy prince intent on stealing her away for himself.
"I have no words."
"Speechlessness as a compliment, I take it."
"Of course a compliment. Big bad Death Eater captures the Chosen One was my number one fantasy, and you fulfilled it so completely… I didn't expect that last bit at the end where you announced your intention to keep me captive but I was very into it."
"I could tell," he says, throwing her a rakish grin that matches her smile.
She cuddles up against him, her back to his chest, and he holds her. They say nothing for quite a while, simply basking in the moment.
"Okay," she says, "now what's your fantasy? Cause we're doing it next."
"Are we?"
"Uh uh. Let me guess, mm… something with whips… or honey? Something elegant and sophisticated and so hot I'll burst into flames."
He laughs, chest rumbling.
"I'm afraid it's quite mundane."
"Oh?"
"Mmh. You, in a schoolgirl uniform. Me, the strict professor who just gave you a terrible grade, a grade you'd do anything to change…"
"Please, Professor, I'll do anything," Harriet says, and he emits a low hum. "It could be very fun… Next Valentine's day? No, sooner."
"Sooner," Lucius echoes.