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The Noble House of Malfoy	By : Kanashii Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next morning I
got up early to serve Master his breakfast and was surprised to smell just some
coffee going but no food. I glanced around but the dining area was still dark,
and there did not seem plates set up in the kitchen to take out to the
Master. Confused I glanced out the
window warily in the early morning light that was just now breaking the horizon
when I saw a large figure going through what looked to be some kind of strange
and yet compelling movements in the back yard.

Squinting I held my
hands up near the window and tried to see was going on. It was then I realized
it was Lothar out there, dressed only in some kind of dark pants and no shirt
as he was standing in some kind of elegant stance and going through a slow and
deliberate set of graceful but powerful movements. While I had no experience
with it, it looked like something akin to a slow motion of martial arts
movements.

Wondering what was up with the Master I opened
the back door and ran barefoot across the dewy grass. It was slipping into late
May now and so the entire Malfoy estates were alive with the warm smells of
early summer. �Lothar, Sir.� I gracefully half wound my way around the elegant
flagstones that lined the backyard. �Doesn�t Master wish breakfast?� I asked.

Lothar never broke
concentration from his graceful movements and with a deep breath he simply
flicked his eyes towards me a moment and then shifting his left foot began to
go through another set of the elegant movements. �No.� he said briefly and
succinctly. �He is not here. He went late last night to go visit Narcissa on
her holiday; he told me they may be gone for a few days to a week before they
both return.�

�Oh.� I said a
moment as I idly ran my toe through the dew laden grass. I saw then the middle
aged stooped form of Carl trudging up the side of the manor with 3 sacks of
oats levitating out ahead of him.

�Oi! Lothar.� He
called out a moment in a thick accent. �Summat you gotta do today or are you
still gonna �elp me out with the �orses?�

Lothar finally ended
his exercises seeing that now everyone was bothering him. He glared a moment
behind him and his deep voice rose above the courtyard, �I said I would Carl!�
his bellowing voice caused several horses in the barn to start neighing.

�Righ� then!� Carl
nodded, �Could go wi� sum breakfast though after I�m done muckin� out stalls.�

�So, are you going
to cook it then Old man?� Lothar spun around, but the older man had just
cackled almost gleefully and continued trudging up the path.

I just stood there flabbergasted, never had I
heard anyone speak to Lothar that way, so casually. Carl reminded me almost of
my own father, a late middle aged man who was stooped, hardened and rough from
years of cruel physical labor. He had intense hazel eyes and longish salt and
pepper hair that hung in limp stands about him, but he was a tough man with
rugged strength and a snarky and sometimes playful look in his eyes. He and I
had only briefly spoke a few times, he smelled heavily of horses and leather
and while he was fairly polite to me, he was forever doting on Nelda and she
would often sneak him fresh baked muffins, scones or treacle tart.

I glanced over at Lothar again who was now
glaring between me and Carl, his elegant oriental phoenix tattoo now nearly
glowing in the early morning sunlight and the sheen of light sweat that coated
him from his workout.

�What?� he pinned me
down with his impassioned gaze.

�Nothing, sir.� I
worked hard to hide the smirk. �I didn�t hear one comment from either of you.
I�ll whip up some breakfast today.� I offered and then turned and headed back
to the house as the smile finally came to my face. I dug around the Malfoy�s vast stores of food
and fried up a mess of eggs, slabs of bacon and toast enough for five, I knew
Lothar could eat enough for three people all on his own.

Nearly an hour later Carl had limped in the
kitchen with a crooked smile, �Wotcher Fiona.� He said as he grabbed himself a
cup of coffee and scooped up some eggs and bacon.

�G�morning Carl.� I
said as I served him up several slices of toast with creamy butter and
marmalade.

�Yer a good lass
then, thank �e.� he toasted me with his cup about the same time Lothar came
back into the kitchen dressed in his immaculately pressed clothing. Like the
Master he preferred nearly always wearing black or sometimes clothing with
black and trimmed in elegant blues.

�Ya ruddy look like
sum demented stork out there dancin� in the sun,� Carl had begun to tease the
large man who was shoveling eggs on his plate. �Wi� all tha� Oriental Kung Fu
stuff.� Carl glanced up at Lothar but I could have sworn I saw pride in the old
man�s blue eyes.

�Want a
demonstration old man?� Lothar eyed him levelly, but I was beginning to know
Lothar enough now to read the very subtle and often hidden emotions behind
those sapphire eyes of his. There was also a hidden playful look in his eyes.

�You still have
training with me after breakfast, Fiona.� Lothar said idly as he sat at the
counter and opened up the morning edition of the Daily Prophet.

For the first time
since I had arrived here, I truly felt at home. With the bantering between Carl
and Lothar, and the fact that I had actually been able to cook breakfast for
them and to feel included, I felt as if I had come home. A contentment and
happiness settled comfortable around me as I continued to refill coffee cups or
hand out toast without being asked to, it just felt natural to serve the two.

�Ah, thanks Lass.�
Carl grunted in pleasure as he finished his breakfast and pushed away his
plate. �Nice ta eat some real food, instead o� all that fancy stuff th� Master and Mistress are always wantin�.� He swiped at
his face with his napkin.

�You�re welcome
Sir.� I nodded my head at him.

�I ain� no sir.� He
fixed me with a quick expression. �Tha� one o�er there.� He pointed his cup at
the dour looking Lothar, �He likes that �Sir�, shite.� He nodded briefly.
�Where ya from Fiona?� Carl asked the light hearted look once again in his
eyes, �Loch Ness? Ullapool?� he glanced at me quizzically.

�Close,� I nodded.
�Invergarry.�

He
stroked his chin a moment, �Right, I �ad a cousin up near Loch ness. So tell
me, do ya ride Lass?�

�No Carl!� Lothar�s
deep voice had interrupted then as he slammed down his spoon, �Permission
wasn�t given by Lucius.�

�Well, t�weren�t not
given then was it?� His craggy face glanced at Lothar.

�Not today, Carl.�
Lothar�s voice had dropped like it had that day he had told Narcissa he had to
disobey a direct order.

�Another time,
Lass.� Carl nodded and dropped the subject. Even he seem to know exactly when
to stop pushing the big man.

�You have 15
minutes to get ready and then be at my room.� Lothar scooped up his paper and
then strode out.

With a soft sigh I
began gathering up the dishes from the 3 of us as I slipped Carl two more
slices of toast with Marmalade for later in the morning.

�Ya really ar� a
nice cook.� He said with a brief nod of his chin that eerily reminded me of
someone else. �Reminds me of when I lived back in Alnwick with me wife.� He saw
me getting ready to wash the dishes, ��Ere, I got that.� He pulled out a beat
up and battered old wand from the pocket of his coveralls and began to point at
the dishes cleaning them. Like my Mum he was not the world�s best wizard and
his magic while functional was not nearly as effortless or elegant as the
Master�s or Lothar�s.

�Thanks Carl.� I
gently patted his shoulder and then went to prepare myself for my trainer.

I stood outside
Lothar�s door and gave a quick knock. He opened it and motioned me inside.
�Undress and prepare to go through forms.� He said casually as he walked over
to his dresser and picked up that well worn leather strap Lucius had first used
on me.

I felt a tremor of
both fear and longing run through me as I shrugged out of the dress and sank
into the �Present� pose.

No sooner had I
settled into the pose when with lightening and deadly speed that strap came
down catching me hard on my upper arm. �Shoulders straighter, upper back
supple!� he demanded in a quiet calmness. �Have you forgotten already what I
showed you?�

Lothar made me run
through all the poses of presentation twice, and it seemed on every pose he found
some fault with it which resulted in a heavy blow from that well worn strap. My
body was now red and warm and I could already feel the total arousal and
dampness down below. While Lothar�s style of discipline was far more distant
and impersonal than Lucius� he was so accurate of what he was doing that I
began to imagine the huge muscular man taking me roughly and using me for his
pleasure. Those large hands around my waist as threw me onto the bed and then
took me with a force like a great dragon�.

WHAP! The strap bit into me with a harsh blow that sent me
sprawled out onto the floor and effectively ended my daydream. �Are you even listening to me?� the icy eyes
glared at me a moment.

�Yes Sir.� I barely
whispered and hurriedly resumed the second position. The truth was I hadn�t
heard a bloody word of what he had said; my mind had been spiraling down
corridors of forbidden and arousing thoughts of Lothar.

�No you haven�t.� he
said as he folded his arms over his strong chest. �Brace against my bed.� He
pointed me over to the side of his bed as I softly settled myself in the
position for the punishment I knew would come.

He caught me off
guard when I felt his large hand slide down my back and caress over my side and
then my ass where he had laid the majority of stripes earlier. I gasped in
pleasure as I felt him caress the warmth that was still coursing through me. �I
haven�t even started yet.� He said in a dry voice and then his hand snaked
between my legs to cup my pussy mound. At that moment I felt that strap come
down and catch me on my right lower thigh and I nearly lurched forward. The
strap unlike the cane or even the crop was designed to give punishment with a
dull and driving force behind it, not the sharp sting like a thinner device.
For some reason I found it to be my most favorite tool of pleasure or
punishment, the heavy feel of it driving into me reminded me of being taken
roughly by a strong cock.

Now Lothar�s large
fingers had gripped even more tightly into my wet nether lips as he began a
measured and driving tempo with the strap working up from warming lashes to
blows that nearly rocked me to my knees. The only thing holding me up was his
large hand cupping my dripping wet pussy.

Tears blurred my
vision, and sweat ran down my body as he worked the strap harder and harder
against me, his middle finger now expertly finding my aroused nub between my
lips and rubbing it. I gasped and moaned in both pleasure and pain as he
continued to drive that strap against me, and pleasuring me. Oh god he was so good at what he did!

My mind was once
again spiraling down paths of sexual fantasies as I imagined both the Master
and Lothar using me at the same time. One delivering exquisite punishment and
the other taking me with their cock as I was totally helpless in the
unrelenting grasp of two powerful and dark men.

�You have exactly 1
minute to get release, girl.� Lothar�s deep baritone voice invaded my senses as
he continued to so expertly finger my pussy and rain down the steady blows from
that strap. I had hit orgasm in his
expert hands in less than 30 seconds, as wave after crashing wave of pleasure
slammed into me.

With an easy movement
of his powerful arm he flung my totally wasted and exhausted body onto his bed
as he took a towel and casually cleaned his hand that had been pleasuring me.

�Very good.� He said
with a slight quirked eyebrow. �We will continue to merge your feelings of
pleasure with pain, until it becomes as natural to you as breathing.� He
dropped the strap onto his desk. He turned and walked into his adjoining
bathroom and I lay on the bed gasping for breath and still coming down off the
high from the pleasure he had delivered to me.

I glanced over to the other side of his bed and it was then
I saw the small picture frame on his other night table. I dragged myself over
and glanced at the picture, it was like one of those that I had seen in the
daily prophet or around here in Malfoy manor, a magical picture that moved.
This one showed 3 people in it, one I recognized right away as a much younger
Carl, he didn�t looked so stooped and craggy then, but much more robust and
muscular. He was smiling and waving lightly at me, on one side of him was a
stunningly beautiful woman with brunette hair and electric blue eyes like Narcissa�s,
even though she appeared to me someone used to living in the country she
carried herself with a grace and elegance that was unmistakable. She too was
smiling warmly her blue eyes twinkling with laughter. One the other side of
Carl was someone who seemed to be roughly around my age, but already he was
towering over his two parents. He had his mother�s piercing blue eyes, and
Carl�s solid build. However there was something haunted and dark in the teens
blue eyes, a look of darkness and coldness that was not there in his parent�s
eyes. The young man was dressed in wizarding type school robes, the front of
them which had several Kanji�s on them and a black dragon twined around the
robes.

The door to the
bathroom opened and Lothar strode back into the room, his eyes saw me glancing
at the picture and his gaze narrowed coldly at me a moment.

�Carl is your
father!� I said forgetting my place a moment. Amazed I had solved the mystery
of why Carl could so relentlessly tease Lothar and not invoke his wrath.

A deep sigh went through him a moment but his
gaze never wavered from me; it still bore into me like two blue lasers. �Yes,
Carl is my father.� He begrudgingly said as he shooed me off his bed.

�You don�t sound
like him, then.� I stood up off the bed and then quickly added �Sir,� when his
gaze narrowed dangerously.

�Because I lived out
of country for many years at a wizarding school in Japan,� He said as he turned
from me, �Are you always so nosey girl?� he glowered briefly.

�Is that where you
learned that martial arts stuff?� I asked, relentless in my pursuit to know
more about him.

He folded his long
arms around his chest and actually strode up to me until he was nearly pressing
me against the wall. �Yes.� He said bluntly.

I gulped once and then
undeterred by his huge form I softly asked, �So how did you end up here with
the Malfoy�s? Sir.�

�None of your damn
business!� he hissed with a vengeance now that I knew I was in danger of
pushing him too far, �Enough of your insolent questions!� one of his large
hands came up and grabbed my chin hard, forcing me to look up into those eyes
of his.

�If I bloody wanted you to know my past history I would
write it down for you then.� He growled in a low and dangerous voice and then
released me. A wall as thick as solid brick had fallen over him once again,
concealing any more emotions in his eyes.

�I�m sorry sir.� I
truly had not meant to push him too far, I had not wanted to offend him or make
him angry. �I truly meant no disrespect. Forgive my rudeness.� With honesty in
my heart I sank down to my knees and gave him a deep bow of respect.

�Apology accepted.�
He dourly said and then using his wand conjured up a parchment. �Your duties
for today.� He let the list flutter down until it was on the floor right in
front of my face. I could already see it had chore after chore of mundane
cleaning, polishing, waxing and other hard and tedious labors.

Gently rolling up
the parchment and using every ounce of self control not to sigh or say one word
I merely nodded.

�I will be out with
Carl most of the day, so reheat something for yourself for lunch. I will cook
dinner when I return.� He said as he went to his closet and pulled out his own
set of dark riding clothes. �You�re dismissed, Fiona.� He said without facing
me.

�Right, see you
later Sir.� I shrugged on my dress and then walked glumly out of his room, but
for the briefest instant I could have sworn I heard the faintest hint of a warm
chuckle from him.
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