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All I Want for Christmas	By : Malfoypatriarch Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 7922 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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All I Want For Christmas

Planting a trail of kisses up her neck, Bellatrix's lips
finally met her sister's. She whispered softly, "You will do this with me,
Narcissa." Starting at her chin, Bellatrix slowly ran her tongue down
through Narcissa's cleavage and across her stomach. She paused when she reached
the top of her panties and started kissing the inside of Narcissa's thighs,
which were now comfortably spread.

"I will do no such thing!" Narcissa retorted, trying to keep her head
despite her older sister's ministrations.

Unexpectedly, Bellatrix dove down and kissed her sister's crotch, tasting her
through the thin panties. Narcissa bucked with the new wave of ecstasy and was
soon dripping on to the sheets. The brunette broke from her nuzzling but bit on
the fabric covering the swollen pussy; she pulled back, removing the knickers
first with teeth, then hands. "Are you sure about that?" she cooed.

All Narcissa could do was nod. Bellatrix knelt up, and admired the pale figure
before her. All this attention giving was making her soaking wet as well. She
decided to remove her underwear, slowly. Reaching behind her back and
unclasping her bra, she let the shoulder straps hang loosely off her shoulders
and ran a finger across her collarbones. With a cute pout and a wriggle the bra
fell at her knees. Picking up the item and languidly dropping it off the side
of the bed, Bellatrix knelt up and slowly ran her hands from the back of her
neck, down to her cleavage, moaning slightly, and on to her knickers .

She rested her hands on either side of her crotch and slid hhumbhumbs under the
waistband. Leaning back slightly, and spreading her legs a little, she pulled
the elastic as far as it would go, allowing Narcissa a tantalizing glance at
her sweet opening. She then, for the coupe de grace, slowly folded them over
and over until the very top of her crack was visible. Leaning forward and
sitting back a little, she obscured the view of her sex as long as possible.
Crawling out of her knickers, Bellatrix knelt up slowly again, keeping her
parts covered by her arms, then her hands, then just one hand.

She finished by running a finger over her slit and slowly sucked off the fluid.
Narcissa watched this with awestruck arousal, feeling almost obliged to applaud
the fantastic display. All she could muster was an approving, throaty purr.

Bellatrix crawled toward her in a predatory manner, a lustful smile hanging
over her lips. She bent down and lovingly stroked Narcissa's thighs, getting
closer and closer to her opening. Narcissa moaned to indicate she was ready for
what was to come, or that she thought she was, as her sister trailed her finger
over the entrance to the warm cave and tasted some of the pre-cum.

Finally, she inserted a finger gently into the slit. Narcissa let out a loud
scream, orgasming with pleasure. She couldn't help the quickness of it as it
had been far too long since she had allowed another to touch her in such a way.

"And I only just touched you," Bellatrix taunted, as her finger was
squeezed by the tight muscles.

"More, I need more," Narcissa gasped as the sheer pleasure rocked her
body. Bellatrix added another finger into the tight folds, sliding them
increasingly vigorously in and out.

Narcissa soaked her sister's hand and the sheets with her juices, and she
played with her nipples and breasts as Bellatrix massaged her clit, rapturous,
making up for lost time and pleasure.

The blonde's inner muscles tightened and Bellatrix delivered a final thrust,
simultaneously pinching Narcissa's clit hard. "OH GOD!" Narcissa
screamed, orgasming violently, clenching hard as wave after wave of ejaculate
splattered against Bellatrix's wrist.

Lo
Looking upon Narcissa's limp form as she lay panting breabreath, Bellatrix
licked her hand clean of most of the cum and wiped the rest on the velvet cloth
that sat on the bedside table. "Now will you do it?"

Narcissa, after regaining her breath, nodded quietly. "Just this
once."

"We only need one time," the brunette smirked. "I'll set up the
date and time with him. And do cheer up, Narci. I promise you it'll be
fun."

--

Lucius Malfoy was not truly an innocent to any sort of sport. At the age of
eighteen, having just completed his education at Hogwarts, he considered
himself expert on nearly every topic. It was typically arrogant behaviour from
a young man but in Lucius' case, his experiences could outweigh those of any
average student.

He came from a long line of Purebloods; the Malfoys went back further than the
Blacks, although not by much. It was said that the the Malfoy line had been
created, they nearly consumed the world in their deviations. The Black line was
created to hold the Malfoys in check and vice versa. Such an accord worked
well: the Blacks demonstrated their prejudices openly and in rather extreme
fashions while the Malfoys seemed content to plot from the sidelines.

Lucius' family had been quite close to the Blacks, as was the custom, and most
of his formative years had been around such creatures. He thought he knew them
all very well. Bellatrix, however, fully intended to prove him otherwise. To
this end, on one fine afternoon, she interrupted his daily shopping trip
through the market square.

"Lovely melons you're touching, Lucius," she stated quite brazenly,
as though no one within earshot could figure out the innuendoes within that
sentence.

Lucius put the two pieces of fruit down, smiling ruefully. "Thank you. I'm
trying to make an informed decision. I believe the proper way to tell if one is
ripe is by squeezing it, correct?"

Bellatrix smirked and ran a red tongue over her upper teeth. "That is one
way, yes." She moved to his side. "You have to be careful, though,
not to squeeze them too hard. These things need a touch of delicacy."

"Don't worry: I'm good with my hands."

"Are you now? Best to caress the skin of the melon first. Get a good feel
of it."

t;Oit;Oi! You two! Quit masturbatin' the fruit! You going to buy
something?" the shopkeeper growled out at them. He didn't much care for
the innuendoes and was a rather busy man these days. No time for idle
stragglers intending to make a big joke out of his products.

Bellatrix sneered. "How rude." Locking arms with Lucius, she steered
him away from the cart. "Perhaps you'd care for a test on...melon
squeezing."

"That would depend on the nature of the test. I'm utterly horrid at
multiple choice."

"You know exactly what sort of test I'm talking about." Her lips
ended up right by his ear. "I want you."

He graced her with a smile. "Rather unsubtle, my dear."

"So is your hand on my breast, Lucius."

&quo, ye, yes." He moved his appendage off her. "I take it you have a
place in mind?"

Bellatrix gave him the name of a hotel, which he initially balked at. Resorting
to hotels for assignations was so very common, not their way. But she claimed
all or nothing. The time was mentioned, late at night, which he agreed to.

"I'll see you then, Lucius."

"You'll have to letof mof my arse first, Bellatrix."

She stopped pinching him and withdrew, laughing mentally at her plot. He had no
idea or suspicion that Narcissa would be joining in the festivities of that
night. And he wouldn't unt until she deigned to tell him.

--

Lucius arrived right on time at the hotel room. He knocked twice and was
greeted by the stunning visual of Bellatrix in a tight red gown. Her black silk
gloves were elbow length and her hair was brushed out, framing her features.
She was no delicate lady, but rather presented the figure of a dominatrix.

She ushered the Malfoy into the room. "Very prompt, I like that. It shows
how eager you are," she hissed at him, running her hands up his arms.
"Go sit on the bed. I'll be over there in a minute."

Lucius took off his cloak and outer robes, clad in just black trousers and a
white silk shirt. He removed the black silk ribbon that held back his hair: if
he were to be lying down, Lucius did not care to do so with a lump under his
head. Expensive leather shoes came off, following by his socks and belt.

Bellatrix shut the door just enough to leave a small crack in the door.
Flipping the locks so that they made a noise, she returned to Lucius and knelt
before him. "Unzip me." Her tone was commanding and Lucius knew that
she would allow nothing but obedience from him. For a moment, he thought of
rebelling as he was unaccustomed to surrendering control, but to do that could
mean the end of their rendezvous. And, so, without a word of protest, Lucius
slowly tugged down the zipper, finding the sound deafening in the silence of
the hotel room.
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