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Hermione Granger-Malfoy had come to realise that her father-in-law was a very peculiar man. He ate the same thing for breakfast each day, two poached eggs on a singular slice of brown rye, no salt, pepper or anything to enhance the flavour. He took his coffee black, and if it wasn’t piping hot, poor Winky was in for it. He would read The Daily Prophet from front to back twice, except for the Quidditch pages. He had no care for them, and they would be promptly incinerated.
And each morning that Hermione had been forced to have breakfast with him, he would stare at her with a particularly curious look on his face.
In the early days of their relationship, Hermione and Draco didn’t spend a lot of time with his parents at Malfoy Manor. Draco’s relationship with his father was still rocky, and Hermione’s trauma related to the familial home of her partner stopped her from enjoying herself on the rare occasion they did visit.
But then Narcissa died.
It had been sudden, so sudden that Draco had barely made it to her bedside to bid her farewell. It was after her death that both Draco and Hermione realised the importance of their family, and that as the last remaining parent between the pair of them, they should make more of an effort to repair their relationship with Lucius.
Thus began the past year of awkward meals and stilted conversations. Hermione or Draco would attempt small talk over the ornate dining table, a feast between them, while Lucius would either grunt in response, or provide a short answer that was rude enough to end all conversation effectively. They made an effort to stay with him at the large family estate once a week, leaving behind their cozy carpeted townhouse for the polished marble floors of the manor.
It wasn’t until the past two months that Hermione had noticed the way Lucius began to look at her. His gaze became more curious than condescending, a fire hiding behind the silver eyes passed down to his son. It was a look Hermione had been familiar with during the early stages of her relationship with Draco. One that signalled the passion he felt for her, ready to ravage her once she gave the word.
It scared her how much she enjoyed seeing it in Lucius’s eyes.
He had never been a pleasant man to her, but as she saw with her husband, people could change. She could count on two hands how many nights in the past month she had imagined the older Malfoy man above her in bed, sliding his cock in and out of her wet cunt. As Draco’s face slowly morphed into Lucius’s, she would quickly reach her crescendo, crying out as her body spasmed around her husband. It had been the best sex they had ever had.
That was how Hermione found herself alone with her father-in-law at the breakfast table, his hot smirk peering at her from over the top of his newspaper as she tried to pay attention to her yoghurt and granola. Her insides felt as if they were on fire, the flames licking the inside of her belly in anticipation. She knew that her skin would be red from her cheeks all the way down to her chest, an easy indication of what she was feeling towards the older Malfoy.
She could feel his stare as she put her spoon in her mouth, taking extra care to lick it clean. Her tongue laved over the silverware, swirling around the back of the bowl and making his eyes darken. Lucius’s fingers tightened on the pages as she set the spoon down in her bowl.
“Draco was out late last night,” she said conversationally, trying to act as if Lucius’s lusty gaze hadn’t set a fire in her belly, “He was playing Quidditch with Blaise and Theo.”
Her husband was still in bed, out cold after a night of Firewhiskey and flying, a last-minute game thrown together before Blaise spent the next month in Italy. Hermione knew it would be at least another hour before he would manage to pull himself from his bed. It was almost as if Hermione had prepared the perfect opportunity to seduce her father-in-law, finally ready to act on the feelings she had had for the past month.
“Is that so?” Lucius drawled, keeping any emotion out of his voice. Hermione could tell she had piqued his interest, however, as his paper lowered further to watch her more intently.
Hermione remained as nonchalant as possible. “I doubt he’ll be down for breakfast this morning, he’s become quite fond of having a lie-in recently. I’ll ask Mopsy to set aside a plate for him.”
Lucius’s sharp inhale could be heard from across the table as he folded his newspaper and set it on the table. Her eyes met his, challenging him to take the next step if what she assumed was correct. The flames inside of her stoked higher.
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” Lucius said slowly. He pushed his plate away with one finger. “But I fear I have lost my appetite.”
Hermione’s stomach sank with disappointment and dread as he stood from his seat and made his way around the table. He would tell Draco that she had propositioned him, and her marriage would be over. She loved Draco, she truly did, and the thought of having Lucius had never occurred to her until recently. But now she had fucked up her timing and as a result, would lose them both.
Lucius stopped behind Hermione’s seat, his hands coming to rest on the back of her chair. She could feel her face heat further, in embarrassment this time, as his gaze burned into her, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl about to be punished.
“You see, Hermione,” Lucius started, her name rolling off his tongue deliciously, “I’ve built up an appetite for something else.”
He brushed a finger slowly down the side of Hermione’s neck, making her back stiffen as her breath hitched in her throat. It was happening.
“I’ve watched my son parade you around in front of the press, taking you out to social events, draping you in the Malfoy family jewels. It reminded me of the early years of my marriage with my dear Narcissa.”
Lucius now had both hands on her shoulders, rubbing small circles with his thumbs as Hermione stifled her moan. The flames were spreading all over her skin now, heating up the very spot his hands sat.
“You see, Hermione, in front of the cameras, Narcissa was a sweet little thing. Very mindful, very demure. But the moment I took her home,” Lucius chuckled darkly, his right hand moving to cup Hermione’s throat, “She was an absolute minx.”
Hermione choked out a moan as his hand squeezed gently, limiting her intake of air. “Please, Mr. Malfoy—”
“Hermione, darling, please call me Lucius. You’re part of the family now. Don’t think that I don’t hear the pair of you in Draco’s room when you come to stay. He’s never been any good at silencing charms, and your voice tends to carry.”
If only Lucius had known that the past three times she had sex in Malfoy Manor, she was imagining him instead of her husband.
“Would you like to know what it feels like to have a real man inside your cunt?” Lucius whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Instead of my pathetic son?”
Hermione whimpered as Lucius’s hot breath fanned across her face. Gods, he was right there. Her newest fantasy, close enough to taste, close enough to smell.
“Yes, please,” Hermione whispered, her desire stopping her voice from raising any higher.
“Yes, who?”
Hermione gulped as heat flooded her entire body. “Yes, sir.”
Lucius chucked darkly, giving her throat one more squeeze before releasing it. Hermione gasped as fresh air entered her lungs, panting heavily with desire. She couldn’t remember wanting someone as much as she wanted her father-in-law in this very moment, and she was excited.
Lucius snapped his fingers and all of a sudden, Hermione’s vision went blank. She squealed at the sudden loss of sense, becoming hyper-aware of the way Lucius began to circle her, his shoes clacking on the marble floors below them.
“Sometimes my dark past comes in handy,” Lucius’s voice came from in front of her, “Pity Draco was never good enough to learn my secrets. You may not have strayed if he did.”
A cool breeze hit her chest, her frantic hands finding that her top had been vanished. She attempted to cover herself with her arms, feeling vulnerable. She couldn’t see where he had gone, and it made her nervous to know that he could be scrutinising her body while she was unaware.
Lucius’s hands gently pried her arms away from her chest. His hands were soft and warm, his touch tender and kind. They were words she never would have associated with Lucius Malfoy, but he was full of surprises.
“Don’t hide yourself away,” he murmured, his voice directly in front of her face. “Let me take a look at what you’ve been keeping from me beneath your robes.”
He made noises of appreciation as his hands ran over her chest, his fingers toying with her nipples. Hermione could feel that they were pebbled and hard, aching under his soft touch. His fingers moved down her stomach, dipping into the waistband of her knickers. She let out a breathy moan as his finger slid through her slick folds, gently rubbing over her clit.
“Already so wet for me,” Lucius cooed, “And for only me, right?”
Hermione’s mind raced back to the man passed out in the bed upstairs, the one she had said her vows to in front of all their friends and family. The man that she loved unconditionally and wondered every day how lucky she was to have him. He wasn’t the one she wanted right now, not the one making her feel as if she would combust on the spot.
“Only you,” Hermione breathed out.
His fingers pushed deeper until they traced the entrance of her cunt. She moaned as the tips breached inside her, clenching as his thumb began to trace circles around her clit.
“Gods, you’re tight,” Lucius hissed, “Tighter than Narcissa was. I can’t wait to sink my cock inside you.”
The thought of Lucius’s cock inside her made her moan louder, a fresh wave of arousal dripping from her centre. The wet squelching noise it made as Lucius pumped his fingers slowly only spurred him on, a deep, rumbling growl erupting from this throat.
His fingers disappeared quickly as Hermione whined at the loss of contact. His touch had felt heavenly on her skin, and to have it taken away so fast was almost painful.
His hands were on her knees, opening her up to him. The air hit her hot cunt quickly as Lucius vanished her knickers, and she gasped as his tongue licked a strip from her centre all the way up to her throbbing clit.
Hermione’s moans came out as short squeaks as the tip of his tongue flicked over her clit, before his lips closed around the sensitive bud. His low hums of pleasure sent vibrations all the way up her spine and made her legs begin to tremble.
“The most delicious cunt I’ve ever eaten,” Lucius moaned, his broad tongue swiping up her arousal as it flooded out of her, “Even better than my wife’s.”
Hermione’s cunt began to clench around the air as her orgasm approached. Lucius’s fingers curled back inside as his tongue continued to lavish her clit.
“That’s it, sweetheart, give that pretty little cunt something to hold onto.”
Hermione’s hands gripped the chair as pleasure rocked through her entire body, making her hips jerk and legs shake. The noise that erupted from her mouth was barely human as she rode out her orgasm on Lucius’s tongue.
Draco had never made her come like this. Ever.
Hermione’s vision was returned to her, just in time for her to watch Lucius’s face rise from between her legs. Her arousal was glistening on his lips, his sharp tongue flicking out to lick it away as his grey eyes pierced into hers.
“I told you I was hungry for something other than breakfast.”
Hermione could only stare as he slowly removed his robes, her eyes darting down to the front of his trousers. She could already tell he was well-endowed, a trait he had obviously passed down to his son. His firm erection was jutting against the seam of his trousers, and Hermione wanted nothing more than to grab his bulge and squeeze.
“Patience, sweetheart,” Lucius said mockingly, “Good girls wait for their rewards.”
“What if I’m not a good girl?”
Lucius chuckled, lifting her chin with two fingers. Hermione could still smell her arousal on them. “I’ve met a lot of women in my life, Hermione. You’re certainly not a bad girl.”
His face loomed closer to hers, close enough to see his smooth skin. She wasn’t sure what these Malfoy men did to keep themselves looking so youthful, but she hoped that they would share their secrets with her.
Lucius’s lips pressed against hers gently, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue. She tasted sweeter than she imagined, like a tart cherry. Draco had always been fond of going down on her, and she could understand his reasoning now. She sucked on his lower lip, nipping it slightly as she greedily drank in her own taste.
Lucius chuckled as he watched her lick her lips after he pulled back. “You taste delicious, don’t you?” Hermione could only nod, her voice lost to her lust. He pulled her to her feet, watching as her legs trembled from the comedown of her orgasm with a smile.
He sat where she had just moments ago, spreading his legs to allow her between them. His firm cock jutted out from between his hips, straining against his zipper as he presented himself to her.
“You’ve been a good girl, Hermione. I’ll allow you to unzip me and play with me as you wish.”
Hermione dropped to her knees instantly, her eyes never leaving Lucius’s. Her hands moved to his zip, tugging it down painfully slow, tooth by tooth. Lucius’s breathing remained at a steady pace as Hermione peeled his trousers away, her gaze finally glancing down at Lucius’s cock. It sprung free from its confines, bobbing gently as the thick vein underneath it throbbed. Hermione swallowed roughly as she became entranced by the movement.
“See what you do to me, Hermione?” Lucius drawled, his voice remaining low, “I’ve imagined this exact scenario several times over the past few months. I never imagined that you would be here in front of me, on your knees with my cock in your face. You can touch it, sweetheart. It won’t bite.” Lucius chuckled darkly. “Hard.”
Hermione reached out tentatively to grasp Lucius’s cock. It was thick and firm, the skin covering it smooth like silk. He hissed slightly at the first contact, his hips lifting slightly as her hand began to pump up and down. As her hand reached the tip, she watched as his foreskin concealed the tip, poking back out again as she stroked downwards. She quickened her pace slightly, just enough that the rhythm caused a low moan to fill her ears.
“That’s it, darling, just like that.”
Hermione watched as his chest heaved with the movements, listening to his groans of pleasure as she squeezed her hand from the base of his shaft right to the tip. Feeling brave, and also somewhat curious, she leaned in close, pressing a gentle kiss to his tip. He hissed as her lips met his cock, hips jerking in his seat.
“Fuck.”
A rush of heat flooded Hermione’s cunt as the guttural curse Lucius emitted sent a shock straight to her core. She was so used to Draco reacting like this that she had never imagined Lucius losing control the same way. It seemed out of character for the usually uptight man to let himself go, but it only spurred Hermione on further.
She kissed the tip of his cock again, but let her lips linger on his skin. Slowly, she parted them, allowing his cock to slide through them as she sunk her face further down. Lucius’s head tipped back, his hair falling behind him like a silken curtain as he emitted another low groan.
“Good girl,” he moaned, “Keep going.”
Hermione bobbed her head up and down on his length, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock as she licked his slit. She could taste his salty pre-cum leaking from it, mingling with the taste of her own release still on her lips.
Lucius’s hands moved to the back of her head, his fingers winding through her mess of curls to grip her tightly. She stopped her movements, allowing him to guide her head up and down. He began slow, letting her take her time to lavish his cock properly, before he began to move her more forcefully. His hips snapped up to meet her face with each thrust, pushing the tip of his cock to the back of her throat. Hermione had had plenty of experience with taking Draco’s cock during the beginnings of their relationship, so it became second nature for her to relax her throat, enjoying the moans surrounding them as Lucius fucked her face.
He was panting by the time he finally released Hermione head from his grip, standing her up quickly. The look in his eyes had turned from reverent to feral, and Hermione knew that now he meant business. She was his puppet to play with, and she would gladly give herself over to him if it meant being on the receiving end of his pleasure.
“Turn around,” he snarled, twisting her by her shoulders. He pushed her forward forcefully, Hermione’s bare breasts colliding with the cool mahogany dining table. “Play time’s over.”
His hand collected her wrists in his grasp, making her arch her back as he entered her forcefully. Hermione cried out at the intrusion, his cock thick as it filled her completely. He began to thrust in and out of her cunt at a brutal pace, the sound of his balls wetly slapping her clit mingling with her moans and cries of pleasure. The sounds echoed off the marble floors and empty walls, carrying through the vast space of the manor.
Lucius’s spare hand moved to Hermione’s hip, his fingers digging sharply into the soft flesh underneath them.
“That’s it, my pet,” he snarled, his pace never faltering, “Take it all, take all of my cock.”
Hermione moaned. “Yes, Lucius—”
His grip on her hip tightened. “Try again.”
He wanted her to call him Sir, but Hermione had a better idea. She wiggled in his grip slightly, clenching her cunt around his cock as she responded.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Lucius snarled as his hand moved from her hip to her neck, his hand gripping her throat like a flesh necklace. “Say it again.”
“Daddy,” Hermione moaned, gasping for air as Lucius’s hand constricted around her airways.
“That’s it, my filthy little cockslut,” he snarled, his pace quickening, “Now come on daddy’s cock.”
The tingle started all the way down in Hermione’s toes, spreading up her legs like an electric shock until it reached her core. Her legs shook as her cunt clamped down on Lucius’s cock, restricting his movements as she squeezed him with each pulse of her orgasm. Her resounding moan was high-pitched as her legs trembled underneath her, threatening to give way.
Lucius’s movements stilled as she came down from her climax, the feel of his cock sliding out of her sending an aftershock through her core. His hands pulled her hair back from her face, his heaving chest pressed against her back.
“I think you’ve got one more left in you, pet. What do you think?”
Hermione felt as if she had been wrung dry, her breath escaping her chest in short gasps. But she knew she only had a limited time with Lucius, and she didn’t want to waste it.
She nodded slowly before allowing him to pull her upright, her body feeling heavy and limp in his capable hands.
He sat back in the chair, his cock bobbing as it glistened with her cum. Lucius tapped his thighs lightly.
“Come take a seat.”
Hermione stepped towards him, feeling like a baby deer on her shaky legs. She opened her legs wider to bracket his hips, feeling her release slowly dribble out of her cunt as she lowered herself down.
Lucius’s hands held her hips as he helped guide her down onto his cock, hissing at the first contact.
“That’s it, baby girl, gently now,” he cooed in her ear as Hermione finally seated herself with his cock inside her. She stilled as her ass reached his hips, revelling in the feeling of being full. Her hand pressed on her lower abdomen lightly, feeling a slight bulge where Lucius sat deep in her belly.
Lucius hissed at the pressure, his cock throbbing under her fingertips. “Careful, pet, I promised you another orgasm. You won’t get it if you tease me like that.”
Lucius used his hands to help Hermione lift herself off his cock, gliding up and down gently as she built her stamina back up. Once she felt she had some strength left in her legs, she began to bounce up and down with a little more effort.
Lucius’s eyes moved from hers down to her chest, where her tits bounced with each movement. He was mesmerised watching her dusky pink peaks bobbing in front of his face as his hands fell slack on her hips.
“Touch me,” Hermione whispered, taking Lucius’s hands in hers. She moved them to her chest, feeling his hands on her sensitive nipples once more. Her hands squeezed around his, causing him to grip her breasts. “Like that.”
His hands stayed on her tits, kneading the flesh lightly as she moved her hands behind her to leverage herself on his knees. The subtle thrust of Lucius’s hips as she bounced up and down on his cock had him grazing her clit with each stroke, stoking the flames of her final release higher. The pleasure was unimaginable, and Hermione knew that each time she fucked Draco, she would be thinking about this moment with his father.
Lucius snarled as his hands moved back to her hips, holding her tight enough to bruise as he fucked up into her. Hermione couldn’t stop the string of moans that flooded from her chest, creating a staccato rhythm with each thrust Lucius sent up into her sensitive cunt.
“You’re going to take my cum, Hermione,” Lucius growled, his pace picking up once again as she bounced and jiggled in his lap, “Take my cum and give me yours.”
Warmth flooded her body once again as she squeezed his cock, milking him as he released himself in tandem with a guttural moan from deep in his chest. Hermione could feel his cock throbbing inside of her as he spurted long, hot ropes of cum deep inside her. He was still twitching inside her as her cunt spasmed for the last time. He made a move to stand her up, but Hermione locked her legs around him in an effort to keep her plugged up.
“Stay like this with me for a while,” she murmured as she nuzzled his neck, “We have some time left before Draco wakes up.”
By the time Draco had roused from his sleep, Hermione and Lucius were once again seated at opposite ends of the dining table, fully clothed. Lucius was digging into his now-cold eggs while Hermione spooned yoghurt into a bowl for her husband.
“Good morning darling, did you sleep well?” she greeted him as he took a seat next to her.
Draco kissed her cheek affectionately, taking the bowl from her hands. “Morning, sweetheart. I slept like the dead, must have needed it after Quidditch last night.”
Either that or the extra dose of Dreamless Sleep Hermione snuck into his nightcap last night had done its job. She was nothing if not thorough.
“Hermione was telling me that Mr Zabini is headed to Italy for the month,” Lucius drawled, his eyes not glancing up from his plate. “Oh to be part of the nouveau rich, flitting off to various estates with no need to keep up the family trusts.”
“Well, Father,” Draco began, pouring granola into his yoghurt, “Blaise is about to invest in a new vineyard in Tuscany, and he needs to oversee the operations…”
Draco continued to tell the tales of Blaise’s entrepreneurial spirit as Lucius caught Hermione’s eye, giving her a brief wink. Hermione looked down at her bowl with a blush, biting back the smile that threatened to spread across her face.
“What about you, love?” Draco asked once he had finished his story, “Sorry for waking so late, I hope Father was pleasant company for you this morning.”
Hermione took a sip of her coffee, trying not to think too hard about her morning activities. “We had quite a sociable breakfast, didn’t we Lucius?”
The corner of Lucius’s mouth lifted into a brief smirk, a hint of a smile dancing in his eyes. “Indeed.”
Her husband would be none the wiser that as she sipped at her morning coffee, her father-in-law’s cum was still dripping from her cunt.