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A Conjugal Visit	By : FlamingSilverTempest Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Narcissa Views: 5507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Conjugal Visit

            There is no end to the screaming.

            Exhaustion will force one into unconsciousness but there is always somebody awake and in torment.

            For his own incarceration Lucius Malfoy was the quiet type. Dementors force you to relive your worst moments and Lucius had many of those to chose from. But such was his pride and breeding that he bore his torture in near silence most of the time, with only the occasional groan or moan. Not that the Dementors cared.

            As the weeks went by his broken arm healed but his neck was never the same and he continued to wear the brace. Day turned night tuned day and Lucius very gently began to lose his grip on reality. Had the Dementors eyes they would have seen a powerful and commanding man unraveling at the edges. An absent look now haunted his eyes, his once pristine hair was disheveled and dirty. Given over to quiet muttering and twitching it was safe to say that Lucius Malfoy was on the verge of madness.

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            Unknown to Lucius a cloaked somebody was being admitted through the main gates of Azkaban. But she was no prisoner. A glint of blond would have been seen from beneath her hood, had there been anyone to see it.

            While the name Malfoy was now regarded as mud in the wizarding world Narcissa had begged, beseeched and paid for the privilege of a visit to her incarcerated husband. Her cloak held tight around her, she shivered nonetheless as the effects of the Dementors became apparent. But she was so heartsick for her husband, so broken and consumed by missing him, it was this feeling that clung to her and protected her from the worst of it. It was not a happy feeling therefore it could not be taken from her. She was lead through the corridors, some inmates acknowledging her, others oblivious.

            Lucius did not stir from the corner in which he was curled up as Narcissa entered his cell and the door closed behind her. She stood for a moment, taking in what she saw. Her husband, her love, the other half of her heart was so shattered in spirit tears welled in her eyes but she did not shed them.

            ‘Expecto patronum’. Such was her joy at being reunited with Lucius, her heart overflowing with compassion, she only needed to whisper the incantation. A silver Peahen blossomed from the tip of her wand and flew to settle on the bust above the cell door. She was his other half in every way. As soon as she cast the charm the atmosphere lifted, the temperature was raised a touch and the twitching, muttering form on the floor relaxed a little. She knelt beside him and spoke softly.

            ‘Lucius, darling? It’s me. I’m here’. She laid one hand gently on his shoulder and with the other stroked the hair back from his forehead as she leaned down further. ‘I’ve come to see you, sweetheart?’

            He leaned into her touch as if it was waking him from a deep sleep. He began to look up but the damn brace would not let him. ‘Cissa?’

            ‘Yes darling’, and she kissed his temple. ‘Let me help you up’.

            In quite possibly the most ungainly moment of his life Lucius allowed his wife to help him to his feet and over to the bed. The patronus must have been doing its job as a weak smile formed on his lips as he sat down.

            ‘What… How… Did He…?’

            Narcissa touched a finger to his lips to still them. ‘Shh sweet. I’ve bargained my way in to visit you. He doesn’t know I’m here’.

            ‘He’s angry’. It was a statement.

            She nodded. Lucius began to shake and whimper.

            ‘It broke. I-I couldn’t…-’ His voice broke and he could say no more.

            ‘Shh my love’, she soothed, ‘don’t think on that now’. She stood before him and gently stroked the hair away from his face again. She loved his hair, almost as much as he did. He rested his forehead against her stomach and she began to run her fingers through the blond lengths, softly vanishing the dirt away with wandless magic born out of deep, unwavering love. As she worked her hands over his scalp he felt a warm tingle that traveled to his heart and began to mend the damage done by Azkaban. Being in the arms of the woman who loved him, who protected him with her patronus and who was bringing back so many happy memories of this hair cleansing ritual that she had performed so many times. In the opulence of their bed chamber, him sat before a mirror, her smiling at him in it as she worked, completely indulging in the vanity they shared and when he was laying in her arms, drifting off to sleep as she whispered sweet nothings to him of how she loved him so, all the while stroking his hair to a brilliant shining halo. These sweet memories, so long denied him, pricked his soul and the remembered happiness was almost painful. Would he ever get it back? As he wrapped his arms round her waist to hold her close she felt a slight damp patch slowly spread on her robes.

            ‘Don’t cry sweet’, she whispered even as she fought back tears of her own.

            Now her gentle hands came to rest on he brace holding Lucius’ neck rigidly in place. She had been present at his trial and had seen his bandaging and brace then. ‘Your neck. Sweet, what happened?’



            ‘Sirius Black resorted to muggle fighting to protect the Potter boy’.

            ‘He punched you?’

            Lucius jerked his head against her but could not really nod.

            Narcissa’s fingers found their way to the release clasp but he stopped her. She brought his hands down despite his protest. ‘Shh, let me help’. She flicked the clasp open, took the heavy metal brace away and placed it on the bed. He groaned but did not move. She brought a small bottle from within her robes, unstoppered it and poured the potion into her hand. She put the bottle back in her pocket and rubbed her hands together spreading the potion evenly. Starting at his throat, she slid her hands around the sides of his neck, under his hair to the back, moving down and outwards over his shoulders and back up again.

            Under this tender attention Lucius sighed. Warmth was sinking into his muscles everywhere she touched, releasing weeks of tension and relieving the twisted muscle that had kept him in the brace. For a moment he lost himself, the feeling was so intense, this little pocket of happiness so unexpected. ‘How are you doing that?’ he murmured, his face still resting on her stomach.

            She smiled. He was starting to sound like himself again. She continued to work her hands on his neck, front to back and over his shoulders, her fingers searching out knots of tension and rubbing the potion deeper into them. ‘Magic’, she murmured in reply.

            Her eyes were closed now, as she knew the contours of her husbands’ body as if they were her own. She could navigate effortlessly blind through the curves and hollows of his defined shoulders as still wring the most pleasing sighs from him, the most relaxed moans. The more she massaged his abused body the more his moans resembled other sounds she could draw from him. The soft warmth of his voice set her alight and stirred passions that had been left lonely in the weeks of their separation.

            The sensation of her hands on his flesh must have been having a similar effect upon him because the arms that had dropped to his sides when the massage began now wrapped around her thighs and his hands then slid up over her hips. His sudden involvement in the caresses being exchanged caused her eyes to snap open and as she stared straight ahead a small smile upturned one corner of her mouth. Oh he was feeling more like himself alright.

            But at the same time the sudden pressure of his hands on her and hers on him served to make the point that this moment, however it transpired, would end and she would be forced to leave and return him to torment. Was she being unkind? Was this mercy mission only going to leave him more vulnerable? Were her own selfish needs at play here, masquerading as caring compassion?

            His hands grasped her breasts and all thought fell away. Her eyes closed once more, her lips opened in a silent ‘o’ and she leaned into his hands.

            As his caress moved round her sides he reached as far as he could up her back, fingers and palms shadowing the curves of her shoulders and moved down her back, waist, hips and buttocks, pressing hard, feeling every contour and pressing her firmly to him. It was as if he just could not be close enough to her. As he did she responded in kind, clinging to his shoulders, feeling his muscles move as he caressed her, trying to pull him into her innermost heart.

            Holding each other in an embrace so tight, Lucius looked up to meet her eyes gazing down at him. Blue met grey and she took a step back from him and, holding his face in her hands, she bent at the waist to bring her lips to his, capturing them with an unbelievable love. Their lips locked as their bodies had done and for a moment they did not move, just allowing the simple act of one pair of lips upon another, breath to breath, to consume them. To become love. The patronus above the door shone brighter.

            As he began to deepen the kiss, moving his mouth over hers and slipping his tongue between her lips to dance with hers, she tenderly moved her hands over his jaw and throat, as though her hands were extensions of her lips. In one fluid motion he pulled back, their lips never parting and Narcissa opened her legs to kneel on the bed over his lap. As she settled her weight on to him they both groaned into the kiss. It felt so good to be together again.

            They clung so desperately to each other as arms wound round necks and waists and fingers thought hair. He grasped her hips and ground them down to his own, letting her feel the hardening bulge beneath his prison robes. She broke the kiss, resting her forehead against his and gasped gently, her kiss swollen lips open. He nuzzled into her face, breathing her breath. ‘I love you’, he whispered into her mouth.

            She caught his lips with hers and gently sucked the lower one, squeezing with her teeth. Merlin this woman knew how to kiss him right! ‘I love you too darling’, she breathed back.

            Narcissa shifted on his lap and reached between them. As her delicate fingers closed around his cock they both gasped. Theirs was a connection so close that when one felt pleasure the other felt it in sympathy. He hardened further as she held him tighter, not moving yet, just holding him in her fist and tightening her grip by degrees.

            Lucius slowly entered heaven. His wife knew his body so well. The placement of each of her fingers was perfect from the hand on his shoulder, each finger pressing along the curve of muscle to the way her hand now began to move up and down his cock, squeezing him through his robe. As he held her hips she began to rock them in time with her strokes, grinding on to nothing but the idea of his pleasure. And judging by her moans, finding just as much of her own as well.

            His head fell back and a low moan escaped him as he felt her lips at his neck, kissing, gently biting. They could be complete animals at times. A slew of images raced through his mind. Narcissa tied by her wrists to their bed looking up at him with the most knowing eyes in existence. Narcissa riding him so wonderfully it was as though she was born simply for the purpose of fucking him. Then she’d rake her nails over his chest hard enough to draw blood and the exquisite pain only served to drive him over the edge and explode with pleasure inside her.

            Her fingers delicately untied the simple fastenings of his robe, reaching under them, pushing them off his shoulders, running her thumbs over his collar bones. He unclasped her robes and pulled them open, exposing her chest. Now her head fell back as she gasped at his ability to take her breath away with the simplest gestures. Her throat exposed, her beasts heaving in her bra, Lucius kissed the hollows of her collar bones and trailed soft kisses down over the swell of her breast to the deepest part of her cleavage, inhaling the scent of her skin as she clung to his shoulders, grinding her sex down upon his now fully hard cock. With undulating snake-like motions from her hips, such was her poise and beauty that she was simply stunning in her surrender to pleasure. Even after all these years.

            Looking up into her eyes he could see her desperate need even as she tried to hide it. Her needs were second nature to him now and she needed to be touched. His hands rested on her hips. Not guiding her, she needed no guidance, rather enjoying the sublime sensual motion as she rocked, bringing pleasure to them both. He began to gather her robes up from her legs, exposing her heeled knee boots with the row of buttons, his favorite. Now up, showing her silk stockings, perfectly defining her slender legs, slipping hands under the gathered material and further still up her thighs he found her lace knickers, proper french knickers. No sluts thong for his goddess. She was better than that. Narcissa wanted only the best. Chinese silks, Venetian lace. Only the highest quality material was allowed next to her skin. So much so that her skin itself was exquisitely soft, like velvet he thought, as he ran his hands up over her buttocks and continued up her back as she groaned, throwing out her long blonde hair.

            Still kissing her breasts Lucius brought his hands round to drag his nails down her taught stomach and slip underneath her knickers and finally touch the wet folds of the centre of the woman who was the centre of his world.

            ‘Luciussss..’ she hissed into the room.

            ‘Oh my darling’, he replied, breathless at the spectacle before him.

            He toyed and stroked his wife’s beautiful body to higher heights of pleasure than she could ever remember, sliding his fingers over the hot, slick flesh, teasing the tight bundle of nerves nestled in the apex of her folds, circling again and again before delving lower to dip into her depths and gently push inside her, stretching her inner walls and feeling the hot clasp of her body. She hissed through her teeth and looked at him straight in the eye as he moved inside her, knowing that he understood exactly what he was making her feel. Maybe it was because it had been so long since he’d touched her. Maybe it was the joy at their reunion but it was as though his touch turned her to gold and all she could do was arch into him and softly moan into the cold stone room. The sweet musky scent of her arousal reached him and he hardened further, almost painfully.

            The scent of her was nothing compared to the taste. He drew his hand up from between them and sucked his fingers, savoring the flavor of her as he returned her gaze, knowing that she knew he loved her taste. Taking his face in her hands she kissed him intensely, devouring his mouth and tasting herself on his tongue. She adored kissing him when he tasted of her and as her kiss deepened she edged forwards so the tip of his cock pressed into the hot wet lips of her cunt. She rocked back and forth, her lips still ravaging his.

            ‘Gods Cissa, I’ve missed you’, he panted as he pushed up, desperate to get inside her.

            ‘But what kind of wife would I be if I didn’t take you in my mouth first? If I didn’t run my tongue along your beautiful cock and take you deep, deep into my mouth, licking and sucking you till you just begged me to take you?’ she purred in his ear. He practically came on the spot. She slid from his lap and knelt between his knees and watched as his cock twitched in anticipation of her mouth. She licked her lips as she moved towards him, breathing hot damp air over the head before lowering her lips over him talking as much as she could of his length into her mouth drawing a low guttural moan from him. Bringing her lips back up his shaft slowly she kissed the smooth head and swirled her tongue in exquisite circles. The heady combination of her own flavour and the taste of him almost made her dizzy as she took his lower length in hand and started to slowly move up and down, pumping her hand in time with her mouth. The sounds he made were like music to her ears and she felt a burst of wetness between her legs as he voiced his pleasure, fisting a hand in her hair.

            ‘Oh stop… please… too much…’ he grunted as he used her hair to hold her still, the intense feeling threatening to send him over the edge far sooner than he wanted to. ‘Need to be inside you’.

            She did not hesitate. Hitching her robes back up over her knees she straddled him once again and reached between them to position his straining erection between her soaking folds and slowly pushed down, enveloping him inch by inch into the slick glove of her cunt. He gasped her hips and buried his face into the hollow of her shoulder moaning incoherent words of ecstasy into her as she sank fully on to him, fitting him perfectly. Like she always did.

            She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into his hair, losing herself in his scent. Gently she rolled her hips and he cried out so agonizingly you’d have thought him in pain. She began to rock back and forth, still clutching him to her heart like life depended on it. Again and again she rocked, perfectly adjusting when he began to thrust up, his hips drawn up to meet hers almost independently of his wishes. His body cleaved to hers out of remembrance and they both felt the shift as their desire took over their motions. She brought his face to hers and gazed upon the pure emotion in his eyes.

            ‘You are my love and my life, always’, she whispered and covered his mouth with hers.

            Suddenly Lucius took hold of her waist, lifting her and rolling them both side ways onto the bed so he lay atop her and pinned her to the bed with his kiss and his cock. Leaving one hand under her waist bringing her closer, the other came to her face and he ran his fingertips over her cheeks and brow. ‘You are the only true beautiful thing I know. I cannot live without you’. His eyes were tight shut as if he feared to open them and discover his wife to be a dream.

            But a dream cannot wrap its legs around your waist. A dream does not breath your name and wipe your tears away with kisses. ‘You will never have to my love, I will always be here’.

            At her words he thrust once again, slowly, powerfully and deeply into her. She gasped under the force of his passion as he thrust again and again, seating himself as deep as was possible into her each time, nudging the sweet spot inside her as endless practice made instinctive to him. His breath came in ragged bursts as he felt the tell tale flutter of her muscles as she drew close to the release they had been aching for. This pushed him over and his paced increased as they crashed into oblivion in each others arms, crying out their pleasure and completion.

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            She could not stay. There were no two ways about it. She must leave. But as she gazed down at her dozing husband nestled in her embrace, still wrapped in her legs and tucked inside her body, she could not bear to move a muscle. When would they be together again? She turned her face to the wall and finally allowed the tears to escape. There was only one way out of this place alive for Lucius. Could the Dark Lord break open Azkaban? It would be in his favour surely. There was more than one inmate who would rejoice to renter his service. But Narcissa had the sneaking suspicion that if Lucius were to be grated freedom by Voldemort, it would only be to enter another kind of prison. The Malfoys were no longer his favourites, no longer had the privilege that position afforded. Things would be very different indeed.

            ‘Don’t cry sweet’, he whispered as her breathing hitched a little.

            She sobbed out loud at his words, so aware she could not stay and so very unwilling to go.

            ‘Oh my love. I’ll get out. Somehow, and we will be as we were before. I promise’, he said soothingly stroking her side.

            ‘No Lucius, it wont. We wont. He’s got Draco. Draco has been given the mark and a task, to kill Dumbledore. If he doesn’t succeed the Dark Lord will kill you and me as Draco’s punishment.’ She was still looking at the wall, unable to look at him.

            ‘But he’s just a boy. Surely he cannot have enlisted Draco?’

            ‘This is your punishment’. Now she looked at him with determination. ‘Lucius, things have to change. I know who we are, I know what the name Malfoy means but things must change. I’ll be damned if I’m going to lose my son and my husband to this wretched war. I will not let harm come to Draco. If you get out of here we will no longer be His favoured ones, it will not be like it was. The closer He strikes to my heart, the more I think we chose the wrong side.’

            There was finality in her words that he could not ignore. And now the threat of losing his son galvanized his determination to get out of Azkaban, not to return to the Dark Lord, but to save his family. Draco would never manage the task set him. The boy, for all his haughty ways was young and impressionable at heart, all too eager to talk the talk that would ally him with the biggest bully in the playground but unable to walk the walk that would back it up. As his only heir Lucius began to see how he had failed his son. But in order to make amends they all had to get out of this alive.

            ‘Go to Severus. He will help. Have him make the Unbreakable Vow. He will not allow his Godson to be subjected to this’.

            She tightened her embrace and kissed his temple. ‘I will’.

            ‘You must go’.

She closed her eyes and felt her hear break at his words. It was all she could do to keep control of the raging desire to destroy every last person, creature or thing that threatened her family. ‘No, no please, just a little longer’.

‘They will come for you soon. Best not provoke them. You should leave this place. I will be with you again soon’. He shifted up the bed to lay by her side, propping himself up on his elbow and leaning down to kiss her. It was a slow, soft, longing kiss, full of sadness. She would her arms round his neck and drew him down to her but he pulled back. ‘No my love, we cant’, he said, wiping tears from her cheeks. Somewhere deep inside her she knew he was right.

They rose from the bed then and dressed in silence, never breaking eye contact, their grief past all words. As they stood by the door time seemed to stretch like elastic and the moment lasted and lasted as they gazed upon each other until he broke it and swept her into his arms for one final kiss, passionate, and deep and tasting of tears. Their lips broke apart but they clung to each other still whispering ‘I love you’s’ as though they may never be said again until the door of his cell creaked open and the cold came in again.

Narcissa left him, feeling as though her ability to breath was cut off the moment his cell door closed. She wrapped her cloak around herself again and tears slipped freely as she walked back down those cold corridors and out of the gates. She looked back up to where his cell might have been but she could not be sure.

‘Adieu my love, not goodbye’, she whispered into the wind as she boarded the boat that would take her away.

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            In his cell Lucius stared at his wifes’ patronus. The bird remained and looked at him fondly, recognizing the peacock in him, which was the form his patronus took. Truly he was her other half. The silver bird dimmed a little, and then a little more. He went to the window and saw her leave the gates.

            ‘I’ll see you soon dear heart’, he said as though she might hear him over the howling wind. The patronus above his door flared silver white for a moment and then dissolved as she left the island, leaving him alone, letting the black despair creep over him once more.



            But in the depths of that blackness there was a tiny spark of light that was not there before. It was the feeling of purpose. Lucius had to save his family. Not a happy thought by any means, but it was something to cling to.

            He would make amends. He would, as a true Slytherin, by whatever means necessary, keep those he loved from harm. And the first step of that was to keep his sanity till he was free of Azkaban.

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A/N - Inspiration came from the cover of 'Lovesong' done by Tori Amos. Its very pretty. Go listen. I also borrowed my favourite line from FFCoppola's 'Dracula' as it is just the perfect expression of love.

So, my first proper stab at fanfiction and Lucius/Narcissa. How did I do?

Thanks for reading.

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