𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 || 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

Chapter 18 - Morals

Warning: This chapter contains heavy sexual scenes and is 18+, enjoy!

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Lucius and Ophelia never parted lips once on the journey down the stone corridors to her quarters, her hands were around his neck, fingers in his long soft hair. His hands gripped at her behind, squeezing her desperately. No time to fiddle for the handle, Lucius kicked open the door with one swift blow, sending it crashing open. Lucius wasted no time, throwing Ophelia on the bed with ease, his shirt was over his head and decorating her bedroom floor within seconds.

Ophelia kicked off her house shoes, a simple pair of black dolly shoes, and moved her hands under the hem of her dress, reaching for the waistband of her black tights.

"No," Lucius tutted, shaking his head. "That is my job."

Ophelia pulled her hands away slowly; she could practically feel her heart beat in her sweaty palms. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him, watching as he knelt on the bed before her, she watched him take her leg delicately in his hands. He ran his hands up the nylon, his finger tips dancing over her pulsing sex and find their way to the waistband. He tugged it down gently, pulling the fabric down over one leg, he slipped her foot out the end.

"You need not wear these in my house," he said as he propped her other nylon covered leg on his shoulder by her ankle. His hands gently rolled the Nylon towards him, uncovering her leg bit by bit.

"I was cold after playing in the snow," Ophelia told him with furrowed brows. She had changed from her damp outdoor clothes when her and the boy had come inside, she was frozen to the bone by time they were done, opting to put on a thick pair of black tights and a brown knit skater dress.

"Then I shall light more fires," Lucius told her as he kissed her bare ankle. He rolled the last of her tights over her little foot and chucked them to the floor. With her leg still propped on his shoulder he put his lips to her bare leg again.

"I..." kiss "don't..." kiss "want..." kiss "you..." kiss "covering..." kiss "these beauties anymore, do you understand?"

Lucius had kissed down her calf to her knee, and along her inner thigh, and his face now hovered above her white lace panties.

Ophelia nodded enthusiastically.

"I need to hear you Ophelia," he told her firmly.

"Yes,"

"Yes, sir, where are your manners young lady?" A naughty glint flashed in Lucius' eye as he pushed her leg from his shoulder.

"Yes, sir," Ophelia swallowed breathily as Lucius reached for the hem of her panties, playing with them teasingly.

"White, for innocence... but you're not, are you?" Lucius smirked before pulling the delicate lingerie down over her soft slender legs. Her breath hitched in her throat, biting her lip she closed her eyes, his words echoing through her mind. No, her innocence was gone, taken by the very man before her. In that moment she wanted to hate him and thank him for it, her conflicting thoughts were fighting a losing battle. She could feel his hot breath against her, the sensation practically making her squirm before him. His hands had slipped under her dress, grasping her hips tightly, holding her in place. Her breathing grew more and more erratic in anticipation.

Then his lips where on her, sucking her, his tongue circling her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she let out a pleased whimper.