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Hungry Eyes
He follows her every step as she glides down the hall ahead of him. She's wearing a dress that hugs her figure perfectly and leaves little to the imagination, so his gaze glides down to her buttocks.
He swallows and looks up as one of the Ministery workers calls him by name.
"Mr. Malfoy, what do you think of the latest provisions that have been passed in the Wizengamot?"
Lucius clears his throat, takes his eyes off Hermione, and looks at the man. Arnold Culkin, one of Shacklebolt's pawns, catches his attention for a moment. And then Hermione disappears from his sight.
They talk for a while before Lucius leaves him and heads toward Granger.
He can't see her, but he can smell her perfume. The lingering smell plays with his nose - subtle, floral notes cause a slight movement in his crotch. How convenient is having a voluminous robe.
The smell leads him to a hallway where Hermione is talking to someone. Hearing his footsteps, she looks up and their eyes meet. She raises an eyebrow, rolls her eyes, and eventually, ignores him.
Lucius stands nearby and leans his back against the wall, once again following her every little move. Hermione doesn't seem to notice him, but soon, he hears her say goodbye to the other employee.
Lucius licks his lips and narrows his eyes. He is like a predator ready to attack - and his cock hardens very quickly at the thought that she could become his prey.
Hermione passes him without a word, and he follows her spellbound. He thinks this wicked witch has cast a spell on him, but the thought disappears really quickly.
Hermione moves her hips rhythmically, and with each step she takes, the blood rushes through his veins. She turns and soon enters her department - and he follows her.
When she enters his room, she first opens the door and waits for him to go inside. Then she carefully closes the door and…
Lucius lunges at her, ruthlessly pressing his lips against hers. He hears a moan slipping from her mouth and that encourages him even more - his lips nibble at hers as his hand slides impatiently under her dress.
He glides over the smooth skin of her thigh and higher and higher until he realises that Hermione has no underwear.
“You are a naughty girl, are you?” He laughs into her mouth as his hand covers her cunt. Hermione pays no heed and her hand lands on his crotch in return. He hears her giggle as she discovers his cock is as hard as steel. She squeezes it firmly, which makes a guttural sound come out of his mouth.
In response, his fingers slide between her thighs, and… the wetness on his fingers leaves no illusions.
"You're wet, Hermione," He whispers in her ear and she shrugs. She is panting with flushed cheeks. “I guess you enjoyed this game.” He adds and she snorts.
"You know I would." Her arrogant reply is silenced with a kiss as her pussy is stroked by his impatient fingers. 'Harder." She moans into his mouth and he doesn't have the heart to refuse her wish.
He slides two fingers inside her and she arches, "You're so horny." Lucius's voice is dark, but Hermione pays no attention to the tone. Her hands lift his robes and hurriedly undo his belt. After a while, her dexterous hands have what they were reaching for.
"Please." Hermione looks up and Lucius sees her soul and body pleading. "Please."
He doesn't think anymore, just pulls up her dress and swiftly turns her back to him. He tells her to put her hands on the desk, and after a few seconds, he thrusts into her.
He hears a groan, and that makes his blood churn even more. He starts to push harder and harder inside her, and with each thrust, Hermione becomes putty in his hands.
She's wet and hot, and he's been waiting for this moment all morning. He knows it won't be long - but it doesn't matter.
Hermione feels boneless as Lucius speeds up. After a few minutes of listening to flesh hitting flesh, Lucius nods.
“Do you want to give me babies?” He whispers in her ear and she holds her breath. “I want to keep you like this—my little girl, keep you fed on my cock, fucked full, leaking my cum—and with a rounded belly.”
Lucius comes, grunting, and Hermione sucks in a breath as his warm cum slides down her thighs.
Lucius releases her and gets dressed while she turns and looks him in the eye with a smirk.
"You'll never get bored of it, Mr Malfoy?" She sighs and he snorts.
"Never, Mrs Malfoy." He answers politely and she fixes her dress in the meantime. “We should think about second child.” He says and takes a step towards the door. As he opens the door, he looks her straight in the eye.
“We should.” Hermione answers and smiles in return. “We can talk about it later, but now I’m busy.”
Lucius snorts and closes the door softly.