HARRY POTTER ONESHOTS

LM4. Aftercare

"That's it, take it..." Lucius groaned, fucking you deep, each thrust slamming your cervix as his palm clamped around your throat, catching your intense screams of pleasure. "Take me...take every fucking inch--fucking dumb whore..."

You wailed, feeling your body break against him, your walls clamping around his cock as you reached your climax for the fourth time that night--Lucius groaned through your high as he continued to fuck you through it, hand leaving your throat and depressing your jaw, shoving two fingers into your mouth as he leaned down and spit into it, forcing you to swallow it--after only a few more thrusts, he hissed your name under his breath as he reached his own peak now, collapsing on top of you as he drained his cum into your pussy--hot breath flooding your ear as he panted against you, taking a moment to catch his breath.

You were literally drenched in fluids; a collection of sweat and tears and cum and blood from the intense fuck session that you'd had with Lucius--the sex being just as hardcore and rough as it usually is. You loved it, you absolutely fucking loved being used and fucked like his dirty little whore, but what you loved even more than that, was the way he'd take care of you afterwards--the way he continually goes from treating you like a filthy slut who's only purpose is to take his cock, to being gentle and loving with you afterwards, ensuring he builds you back up after tearing you down.

And as he undid the handcuffs from your wrists, untying the ropes from around your legs--Lucius Malfoy, a man of both power and authority, gently lifted you into his strong arms in the elegant confines of his bedroom. His arms, which had once wielded a cane with authority; arms that had just recently been stern and harsh and cold--now held you with the utmost care. His commanding presence remained, but it was softened by the tenderness he now reserved for you, knowing it was needed after the way he had just been so rough with you.

"Are you okay, my love?" He whispered, searching your eyes for a moment, searching you for any sign of injury or irritation.

You smiled, lids fluttering, burrowing your head against his neck. "More than okay, Lucius."

With a satisfied nod, he cradled you securely against his chest, walking you through his room, his silver hair brushed against your cheek like a cascade of moonlight, its soft strands falling like silk curtains around his face. His eyes, once formidable, now gazed upon you with a warmth and devotion that made your heart race, that made your face flush with warmth.

With each step he took towards the bathroom, you could feel the steady, confident beat of his heart against yours, could feel your pulses pounding in rhythm as you slowly descended from your highs.

You glimpsed the room around you as he walked you through the elegance of his bedroom--ambient light danced across the ornate decor, casting fleeting shadows and highlights on the opulent surroundings. Paintings of noble ancestors, their eyes seemingly following your every move, adorned the walls, bearing witness to the extraordinary love that had taken root in this ancient and noble lineage.

As he entered the bathroom, the steam from the bubbling bathtub enveloped you both, creating an ethereal atmosphere. Lucius always prepared the bathtub before sex, placing a cold glass of water on the ledge of the tub, the water filled with a soothing scent of tea-tree, perfect for soothing your tired, exhausted muscles. Without another word, Lucius lowered you into the warm, inviting water with a gentleness that belied his former reputation. He leaned in to press a loving kiss to your forehead, his lips soft and tender against your skin.

"You did so well," he cooed, his voice a mere whisp in the air. "I'm so fucking lucky to have you...my perfect girl..."

In his arms, you felt not only cherished but also sheltered from the world. Lucius Malfoy, a man of power and influence, had transformed into your protector, your lover, and your source of unwavering affection. Every moment in his arms was a testament to the extraordinary love that had blossomed between you, defying all expectations.

With you now reclining in the warm embrace of the bathwater, Lucius Malfoy's tender care continued. He retrieved a delicate wooden brush, intricately carved with serpentine patterns, from a nearby table. His movements were precise and unhurried, as if he were savoring every moment of this intimate connection, pulling up a stool beside the tub as he gathered the entirety of your hair over its edge, bringing the brush up to your long, soft strands.

And as he began to brush your hair, his fingers moved with a graceful dexterity, untangling any knots with a patience that spoke volumes of his devotion to mending your soul. Each stroke of the brush was a caress, and the sound of it gliding through your locks was a soothing melody in the intimate atmosphere of the bathroom.

Lucius' gray eyes remained fixed on you, his gaze filled with adoration as he continued to brush your hair, refusing to cease the effort until each strand was smoothed like silk. He would occasionally lean in to place soft kisses on your cheeks, his breath warm and soft against your skin. The steam from the bath mingled with the ambient light, creating an enchanting ambiance that felt like a scene from a dream--warmth engulfed you as you revelled in the attention placed upon you. You loved that this man knew exactly how to take care of you, he knew the exact right words to say.

His voice, usually commanding, was now a soft, velvety whisper in your ear. He spoke words of love, of commitment, and of the profound connection you shared.

"You are the most precious thing in my life," he would murmur, his words sending shivers of delight down your spine. "You're safe with me, you're always safe with me..."

In his care, you felt cherished and protected, as if nothing in the world could harm you. As he continued to brush your hair, you closed your eyes, surrendering to the intimacy of the moment. The world outside the bathroom seemed to fade away, leaving only you and Lucius, enveloped in a bubble of love and warmth. It was in these quiet, tender moments that you knew you had found a love that was as powerful as it was beautiful, and you were grateful for every second of it.

You loved that you had found a man who knew exactly how to treat you, knew that you loved being treated as rough as possible in the bedroom, as long as he'd piece you back together afterwards.