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Well Played	By : FemDomDedra Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Narcissa Views: 4634 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Come to bed, Lucius,” Narcissa called from between emerald silk sheets. Her husband was a handsome man, to be sure, but he knew it and sometimes dallied in the mirror. She had taken extra care with her appearance tonight. She wore her hair down, and a black nightie she knew he would adore. She’d excused herself directly after dinner, and waited anxiously for him to finally retire to their rooms.

“Coming, love,” Lucius called back from the washroom. She took a few moments to drape herself alluringly across the bed, then waited. The light in the washroom went out with a nonverbal Nox, and Lucius entered the bedroom in naught but his black pyjama pants. The contrast against his fair skin was heavenly, and he knew it. As he approached the bed, however, it became apparent that Narcissa had outdone him this time.

Her pale golden hair splayed across her shoulders and breasts, which were barely concealed beneath a ribbon-and-lace contraption that really left little to the imagination. She knew how he adored her in black - her contrast was nearly as perfect as his own. She looked absolutely delectable lying there, like a shiny new toy to be played with. Lucius loved new toys. As he climbed onto the bed and bent over her, however, she sprang to life; seizing him by the shoulders, she pushed him onto his back and pressed herself against him.

“Ah ah, darling,” she purred into his ear, “I take the lead tonight.” Which was just as well in Lucius’s mind, as he usually did all the work and this might be a refreshing change. He watched, amused, as his wife attempted to straddle him without abandoning her fluid, graceful motions.

Once she was perched atop his groin, which was beginning to respond to her presence and the delightful nightie, she began to run her hands across his chest. She had never really cared for his blond chest hair, but of course she had not told Lucius that. There wasn’t too terribly much of it, so it was easy enough to ignore. She ran her fingers through it now, tugging lightly on the strands surrounding his nipples, bringing gooseflesh to his arms. She caressed down his arms, lifting his hands and placing them on her bare thighs. He was still watching her, still amused, but she could see the beginnings of arousal as his pupils became large and a slight flush crept up his neck.

Narcissa turned her attention to the nightie. It was, indeed, a ribbon-and-lace contraption; she had struggled to put it on correctly. But as with all well-made nighties, once she had it on she could see how easily it would come off. So now she untied the ribbon bow at one shoulder, then the other. The fabric slithered down to bare her breasts, which had quite a flush of their own. She idly circled her left nipple with a lazy fingertip, and felt Lucius stiffen beneath her. Predictable. She continued circling her nipple, occasionally pinching or twisting, while her other hand snaked its way to the apex of her thighs. She toyed with her clit, rolling it between two fingers, before slipping a finger deftly inside. She was beginning to get wet, but this was not for her. It drove Lucius wild to watch her touch herself, as evidenced by the rock-hard erection now straining against his pyjamas. Her eyes fluttered shut and she slowly began to rock, rolling her hips in a way that just happened to rub against Lucius’s aching cock. His fingers dug into her thighs as he struggled not to get swept away. He could feel his pyjamas becoming damp from her growing excitement, and it was almost too much.

“Enough,” he growled, and she knew he meant it. She withdrew her finger from her cunt, glistening, and licked it clean of her juices. Lucius bucked beneath her. He was not amused anymore; his eyes were half-closed and his breathing was heavy from desire. She bent over him, kissing down his chest as she slowly slid down his legs, until her lips met the waistband of his pyjamas. She looked at him then, a smouldering glance from her present position, where he could feel her hot breath at his crotch.

“What do you want, Lucius?” The bulge in his pants twitched, straining toward her lips. She smiled. “Very well then,” she declared, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulling them gently down his thighs. Freed from its constraints, his cock lay heavily against his stomach, bobbing occasionally. Narcissa took the time to remove his pyjama pants completely before returning her attention to his engorged flesh.

Reaching out, she gently ran her fingertips from base to tip. She loved the texture - so velvety soft on the surface, hard and pulsing underneath. Slowly, ever so slowly, she bent over and pressed her lips gently to the head. When she pulled away, Lucius flexed, making it bob and swell momentarily. She wrapped her hand carefully around the base - mindful not to pull any of his blond pubic hair - and wrapped her lips around the head. The sudden heat startled him, causing him to jerk his hips forward involuntarily. She had anticipated that, however, and pulled away just enough not to choke. After letting him adjust to the feeling for a moment, she began running her tongue down one side, up the middle, down the other and back again, always keeping just the very tip in her mouth. When she felt it was lubricated enough, she covered her teeth with her lips - a trick Lucius had taught her early on in their relationship - and plunged down, taking almost all of him into her mouth. He bucked again, and this time she let him, relaxing her throat to allow him in further. His whole body shuddered then, and she wondered if perhaps this would be easier than she originally thought. Slowly removing her mouth from his flesh, Narcissa looked up at her panting husband.

“Lucius,” she whispered. His eyes fluttered open to gaze down at her. She knew her lips were swollen and glistening, and she could see how it was affecting him. “Promise me something.”

“Anything,” he breathed, struggling not to grab her. She wanted to be the aggressor, which was turning out wonderfully, and a little waiting wouldn’t kill him. That predatory smile rather suited her.

“Anything? Will you grant me absolutely anything I desire?” His mind was clouded with arousal, but he was still a Slytherin, and that smile coupled with that request alarmed him slightly.

“Anything within reason, Narcissa, there are certain things that I obviously cannot--” his thought was cut short as she ran her tongue down him again. His body twitched involuntarily, causing him to lose his train of thought.

“So long as it does not endanger your life, my life, the life of our son or the Malfoy family name or fortune,” Narcissa qualified, “will you grant me anything I desire?” She continued licking him, keeping him off-balance. He struggled to process what she had said.

“Of course. Anything that is within my power to give, you shall have.” He was quite impressed that he had managed to string so many coherent words together. She was doing some sort of swirling motion with her tongue, ghosting over a sensitive spot seemingly by accident. It was heavenly.

“Do you swear?” She was being impish now, giving him an innocent look that contrasted starkly with the wicked things she was doing to his flesh.

“I swear,” he breathed.

“On our wedding rings?” Lucius was becoming annoyed now, the more time she spent talking, the less time her lips spent doing more interesting things.

“Come now, Narcissa, really--” but he was cut off again as she suddenly took all of him into her mouth, all the way to the base, sucking hard and doing some sort of swallowing motion that felt like she was milking his cock. Once he caught his breath, he murmured, “I swear, on our wedding rings, I will give you anything within my power to give.” This seemed to be the correct phrase, because his ring warmed momentarily on his finger.

Narcissa wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, then began bobbing her head up and down, moving her fingers in time with her mouth. It was a truly exquisite experience, and Lucius found his fingers winding themselves into her hair. He could feel the pressure building, the tightening in his balls that signalled the beginning of the end. He debated for a few seconds whether to stop her, but decided that she could get hers later. His hips thrust to meet her of their own accord, and he found himself pushing her head down harder and harder. Finally, it was a curious little flick of her tongue that sent him over the edge, and he could feel his cock twitching as he came down her throat. He held her head until she’d swallowed every last drop, then released her as every muscle in his body gave out.

His eyes were closed, but he felt her get off the bed and heard her go into the washroom. He wasn’t really that concerned; she was probably performing a variety of cleansing charms, and would shortly return to bed. He was entirely too tired to tend to her needs tonight - she could finish herself off, and he would make it up to her later.

When she returned to the room, however, she did not get into bed. Opening one eye, Lucius studied his now-dressed wife. She had donned a simple robe she sometimes wore around the house, a travelling cloak and plain walking shoes.

“What are you doing? Come to bed,” Lucius groaned, entirely too exhausted to entertain whatever silly thought had found its way into her head tonight.

“I am going to Spinner’s End, Lucius, just as soon as you extend my Fidelity Vow to include Severus Snape,” Narcissa answered coolly, looking for all the world like the cat that ate the canary.

“You are not going anywhere, because I will do nothing of the sort! How dare you even suggest such a thing?” Lucius sat up abruptly, then laid back down as he went a bit light-headed. He had not seen her drinking much wine at dinner, but apparently she had gotten into his Firewhiskey while she was up here waiting for him. Extend her Fidelity Vow? To include Severus Snape? Preposterous!

“You have given me your word, Lucius. You swore on our wedding rings to give me anything that is within your power to give. I’m not asking you to release me from my Fidelity Vow, Lucius. I am merely asking you to extend it to include someone else. That is within your power, just as it would be within my power to do the same for you. I’m not sure if you were paying attention at our wedding, eager as you were to consummate our union and produce an heir, but if you do not honour a promise sworn on our rings, it voids the marriage contract and I am no longer your wife.”

She allowed him a few moments for that information to sink in. She had known he wasn’t paying attention to that part; most men didn’t. The Black women had counted on their husbands’ failure to read the fine print for centuries. It was their trump card; it was a trick to be saved for occasions when you knew your husband would never agree to what you were asking of him. Narcissa just managed to get a better deal than most - there were no real limitations on Lucius’s vow. She could call on it any time she needed to for the rest of their lives. Well played, Cissy, she thought to herself, although it was Bella’s voice saying it.
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