Summer 1995, northern Germany. The famous writer Richard Von Schirach, invited The Malfoy to spend the holidays in his castle.
Not only love was in the air, but lust and the writer's daughter, a young girl found herself obsessed with the Malfoy's fa...
Day2: I went out looking for love When I was seventeen Maybe a little too young But it was real to me
The hangover feels like a balloon under Veronika's cranium, slowly being inflated, pressure mounting. She splashed cold water on her face just to feel something refreshing, taking one of the potions from under the sink so also the hangover could be washed. She put on some casual outfit and went upstairs to found no one expect the Elf who was cleaning.
"Good Morning, Mistress. Shall I bring you Breakfast?" The small creature asked.
"No, where is Dad and The Malfoy?"
"They went to the town, expect Mr. Malfoy. He asked to see you, he is in the library"
"Okay... Before I forget, could you bring more Jägermeister, and don't tell dad" the girl added, before taking some of the lollipops in her hand and going to see Lucius.
"Good Morning, Ms. Von Schirach" He said, as she walked in, gaze not leaving the book.
"Guten Morgen, Mr. Malfoy"
"How is your hand?" He asked, finally looking at her.
"It's healing... Thanks for what you did last night"
"No problem. But just don't hurt yourself again, darling"
"I will try my best" she answered before popping the cherry cola flavored candy into her mouth, her soft lips wrapping around the cany. Veronika propped her foot on the wall and leaned back, her skirt riding up and clinging around her hips. Lucius stood up from his chair, sauntered to the ancient volumes shelves, where she was standing, he gave her a quick glance, looming above her like a giant. Veronika's eyes were dangerously watching him putting back the heavy book.
Verdammt, Look at those hands... Those big hands... His wife is so lucky, I only imagine what's like to have wrists slammed to the bed, being hold down by those strong hands.
Lucius's ears turned red, as he quickly walked back to the desk, he just... Got a boner... he was seeing his member stand up at attention like a soldier ready for some action.
"Mr. Malfoy, the weather is awesome today, I think I'm going to take a ride with my horse to the hills. Would you care to join me?" She asked, sucking on the lollipop again, swirling her tongue around the sweet.
"Alright, I'll join you"
"Amazing," she admired, before leaving to change her clothes.
After some minutes, Lucius went upstairs, his hair thrown back on his shoulders, wearing equestrion white pants, with both black dress shirt and paddock boots, of course not forgetting the leather gloves and the riding crop he was holding.
Oh dear heaven, this man is gonna be the death of me... Look at him, the things I could do to that body...
"Veronika dear, may we go?" Lucius asked only to cut her thoughts, not wanting another awkward boner to show up, and especially not in those tight pants.
"Yes, of course" he followed her and after three minutes of walking, they stood infront of a big barn, it was painted like the ones in muggle storybooks, red and white and the roof was high quality asphalt shingle. When they walked in, the horse's breath frosted over as they greeted them, their heads hanging over the wooden doors and ears perked forward. "This is my favorite horse, I call him der dunkle Ritter" Veronika said, patting the black Forest Horse, he was well muscled and with a short and powerful neck. His head is short and dry, the shoulders sloped, and the croup broad and muscular. The legs are clean, without feathering and the hooves broad and strong.
"Der... Der ritt... Did I pronounce it right?"
"It's der... dunkle Ritter. Means the dark knight" she explained.
"Wait... It's dunkle... Merlin's beard... Can you repeat it?"
Veronika repeated many times, she lost hope that he will say it right which made a laughter escape his mouth, it was so free and pure, despite his adult years and only a rocky heart could do anything but join in such generous mirth. "You chose the smartest one, Mr. Malfoy. This is a gift from Jordan's prince" Lucius only smiled, putting the saddle on the overo arabian horse, lifting a foot, and stabbing it at the stirrup. Veronika did the same, cautiously kicking the horse with her heels, the creature took a few quick steps forward, then relaxed into a steady walk.
"Let's see who is faster Mr. Malfoy" the girl challenged, squeezing both legs tightly in an effort to stay with the horse, as it picked up the pace, levelling out even faster. The wind streamed by her, whipping the horse's long hair back in her face. His head was up, his ears forward. His back went up and down smoothly, evenly. He was gaining speed. They head into the hills together. That's the thing about horseback riding, always having the best of companionship, listening to the steady hooves, the gentle tail swishes and snorting of the air. Lucius was very impressed at her ability to steer her hands and body all in the correct position, wondering if she was able to do same things with his body.
"We need to stop, they need to drink" Veronika informed, as she closed her fingers around the reins, squeezing backward making the horse stop. She get down from his back, letting him drink from the river, Lucius noticed her struggling with tying the rope that was connected to the halter, so he quickly tied his horse to the and went to help her.
In the name of the devil, this man is a walking sin. I wish he tie intricate knots around each of my thighs while I dip my head down and wait... I'm such a whore...
A blush creeps up from Lucius’s neck and his breath hitches "You know something, Veronika" He summoned his riding crop, tapping the soft leather against the girl's thigh, lifting up her skirt enough to show off the pretty pink underwear plastered with flowers. "Indeed, you are a whore" he said deeply, moving the crop slowly over her ass. She could feel his hungry eyes on her, it was scary and strangely arousing. "So shy now, aren't you?" he breathed, standing right behind her, slipping his two fingers under the hem of her panties to snap it against her. Veronica whimpered softly which only egged him on, as he turned her, pushing her against one of the trees, his hand dropped and her eyes followed. She feel his bulge through his slacks and instantly felt her mouth go dry, "You’re so wet," he whispered. "Look at this" two of his fingers teased her inside, as they were dragged up and down between her lips, surrounding her parts over and over again. She let out a small whine, similar to a beg, realizing the more she made noise, the more his fingers moved. She squirmed with the sensation of the nerve being toyed with, finally sliding with force pushing as he teased her. "Wrap your legs around my shoulders" Lucius commended, as he get down on his knees, with his little help she manged to do it, now back pressed against the tree, with Lucius's head buried deep in her core. With every flick of his tongue gave to her swollen bud, she couldn’t help but pull on his hair, a throaty moans leaving her lips every time he explored her. His tongue dipped inside of her, and his other hand worked their way on her parts, giving it a hard rub, she could feel the coil tightening in her belly as she tightened her grip on his soft blond hair. Veronika was becoming a mess with every flick and lick, he felt the way her body moved sensing that she was near to giving in.
"Oh, little Veronika is gonna orgasm" Lucius spoke, before standing up making her fall on the ground, but all she cared about was finishing off. "NO STOP! Don't touch yourself" he warned, with a weave of his wand, she was dressed and already on her horse. And holy moly what did she put herself in...
Black Forest horse is a real breed from the black forest of southern Germany, they call it Schwarzwälder Kaltblut.
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