The Noble House of Malfoy | By : Kanashii Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Everything was
moving forward swiftly to the huge party that was to be happening tomorrow,
Elena and I worked hard with Mina to decorate the Malfoy Manor. Lucius had been
spending most of the morning in his private office with Lothar, probably going
over last minute details and instruction.
“Well,” Mina sniffed
slightly and approvingly at the decorations Elena and I had set up.
“Tha’ all looks verra well and good.” She glanced down at us
over her thin face and wire rimmed glasses. “Altho’ I have ta let ya know.” She
paused in her thick Scottish brogue as she glanced at the both of us, “Tha’
Master Draco will be coming home for the party an’ then coming home for summer
holiday in a week.”
Next to me Elena
gulped and made the slightest hint of a stifled moan. I was shocked; usually
never did any of the servants dare to complain about any of the Master’s.
“I know, I kno’,”
Mina glanced briefly around and lowering her voice to a whisper. “Draco is a
holy terror and little Napoleon, bu’ we gotta do what we gotta do.” Mina patted
Elena’s shoulder in a motherly way.
“But he’s always
staring at me, you know.” Elena looked like a terrified fawn about to take
flight, “an’ the way he orders us around.”
“I know bu’ we’re
just here for the party, so buck up and be strong.” Mina glanced at us both.
“Who all comes to
these parties?” I dared to ask Mina respectfully.
“Ach, lot’s o’
folks.” She was almost glad for the change of subject, “Minister o’ magic is
coming, along with sum personal friends o’ the Malfoy’s. I kno there is to be
like 40 altogether lass, and many of them important people in both the
wizarding world and even some powerful muggle businessmen and moguls.”
“He doesn’t worry
about wizards and Muggles at the same party?” My own eyebrow quirked.
“He’s Lucius Malfoy
girl.” Mina chided me lightly, “He does what ‘e wants ta then, doesn’t ‘e?”
I just nodded
solemnly and then Elena and I continued cleaning and preparing for the party
tomorrow. In the kitchens I dared to ask her alone as we were helping Nelda to
cook why she had made the comment on Draco.
“Oh he’s just a pain
in the arse is all.” She looked at me, “bossy, rude, insulting. He’s the Malfoy
heir apparent so his Mum spoils him proper like.”
I knew how cultured,
controlled and precise Lucius and Narcissa were so it surprised me that their
only offspring would be labeled a ‘royal terror’ by the staff who usually dared
not have a bad thing to say about anyone.
“Aye, ‘e even ‘as
the cheek to disres’pec Lothar!” Nelda’s thick cockney accent whispered. “Sure
wish Lothar wou’…”
“You wish Lothar
would what?” Lothar’s cultured and baritone voice suddenly spoke up in the
kitchen. We all paled none of us had even heard him enter!
“Nothing!” the three of us said nearly in
unison as Lothar’s dour gaze swept over us.
“I see.” He swept
past us and sniffed at Nelda’s various pots and caldrons that were cooking up
delicacies for the party tomorrow. “None-the-less,” he continued as he gingerly
sampled some of her spices for the rib roast and also her Chutney sauce.
“Whether we like Draco or not, we are here to do what we must.” His eyebrow
rose in approval of Nelda’s delicious cooking. “Now stop gossiping like old
hens about Master Draco.” He gave us all a quick dour look.
“Aye Sir.” We again
almost said in unison.
“You all look like
the bloody British regiment, stop standing around so stiffly and acting so
guilty.” He said lightly under his breath. “Fiona, the Master wishes to see you
in his study.”
I just curtsied
politely to Lothar and swept past him to the study. The door to Master Lucius’
study was already opened so I knocked once and bowed low. “Master.” I spoke to
him still in the bow.
“Come in Fiona.” He
said in a casual voice. I gracefully entered, he was seated at his desk there
were mounds of scrolls and parchments around him, and 3 large eagle owls
perched on T-stands near the desk preening themselves. I always found him so
handsome when he was deep in work, the way his grey eyes scrutinized the
minutest details, one could almost sense the gift of power and business sense
deep inside him. I felt my body already unconsciously warming up at the thought
of being in his hands, under his control.
“Did you hear a word
I said, girl?” he glared up at me.
I blushed crimson; I
had not heard a word since his order for me to enter. Usually I never was so
lost in thought as to ignore the Master’s voice, but ever since the other night
I could only think of the exquisite ecstasy he had bought me too. I felt shame
at my poor service and sunk to my knees in forgiveness near his chair. “Forgive
me Master.” I held my head low.
I felt one of his
fingers tilt my head up to meet those piercing eyes of his. “You are lucky I am
as busy as I am, or I would flog you right here and now.” A slight smirk
quirked up his elegant face for a moment, “But alas, I have much to do. Tell
Lothar to give you 10 lashes for your daydreaming when you leave here. But…” he
paused and motioned me to my feet. “The reason I called you hear was to simply
remind you of a few things tomorrow.” He paused and leaned back in his elegant
leather chair.
One of his hands
came up and caressed the gold collar about my neck and hooked his finger
through it and drew my face down close to his. “Tomorrow there will be a vast
mix of people here; Wizards, Muggles, ministers and even some rather dark
folks. You are to remember to refer to everyone including Narcissa and myself
as Sir or Ma’am at all times. You will be serving with Mina, Elena, Nelda and
Lothar. However…” and he paused again his eyes searching my face in a way that
both aroused me and made me nearly tremble with the power he contained. “I expect you to be on your best and most
gracious behavior. Graceful girl, graceful.” He pulled me closer and one of his
hands grabbed my hair in his fist in a dominant and arousing way. “If I or
Lothar have to leave the party to punish you, you will regret it.”
I just nodded my
head under his hand. “I understand Master.” I barely whispered.
“Good,” he released
my hair and moved me out of his space. “My son Draco will be coming home for
the party and then in a week be home for several weeks for summer break from
School. Now listen very carefully to me, Fiona.” Master swiftly pulled me down
to my knees so fast I nearly stumbled. His strength could astound me at times.
“You are to obey him as you would myself or my wife,
however…” he paused and his face was mere millimeters from mine, “If he asks
you to do anything of a sexual nature, you will let me or Narcissa or Lothar
know immediately. He is too young and you are mine and Narcissa’s property. If
he asks your place, you say you are Narcissa’s chambermaid which indeed you
are.”
I just nodded once
again, my throat feeling dry. Lucius released me then and began to write on his
parchments again as though I was not even there. “Dismissed girl.” He said
offhandedly.
I stood up and bowed
low and was about to gracefully turn and leave when I hesitantly reached out
and once again gently placed my hands on his shoulders to massage them.
As before the muscles tightened a moment almost as if he
felt I was being to bold or cheeky but he then relaxed a moment a slight look
of satisfaction in his eyes. “If I did not have so much work here to do, I
would accept that invitation my bold one.” He said without looking at me. “But
not now. Narcissa will be out tonight and you will warm my bed, pet.” He said
and then waved his hand briefly and I knew I was dismissed for now.
The rest of the day
flew by because we were all so busy. I gave Narcissa a full body massage and
helped her pick out her dress and jewelry for tomorrow evenings party, I then
helped Elena prepare Draco’s bedroom with fresh sheets as she used magic to
clean and freshen everything, and I finally helped Lothar with his double
checking of names for invitees for the Party. I had told him of my
transgression and Lucius’ instructions for 10 lashes, but even Lothar was so
busy he leaned his great muscular body near my ear and whispered conspiratorially,
“I will make it up on a free training day, but for now if Lucius asks just say
I took care of it.”
Narcissa left that
evening to go spend some time with relatives and pick up guests for the party
with the instructions she would be back tomorrow around noon. Elena and Mina
were dismissed for rest before the big party tomorrow and Lothar after his own
exhausting day trudged out with Carl before dinner. Only Nelda worked late into
the night and chased everyone out of her kitchen as she worked with skilled
fury at making sure everything was prepared precisely. Nelda had made a two
person serving of steak and kidney pie and dumped it rather unceremoniously on
a silver tray. “There’s Lucius’ Dinner, if he don’ like it, to bad. I gotta lot
o’ work to do in here.” And she chased me out as well.
I half expected
Lucius to be angered by her insolence and the ‘common’ meal but he just had a
quiet suppressed laughter in his grey eyes. “Steak and kidney pie is fine.” He
said as I served him, “I dare not disturb Nelda and her preparations in the
kitchens for just my dinner.” He chuckled.
Tonight he did not
have me serve him, instead he ordered me to kneel at his side while he ate, and
he would pause and occasionally feed me from his elegant fingers my portion.
There was something so erotic and yet humbling by being fed
like this from my Master, and even more so was his total control and calmness
when all about him everyone else was rattled over the party. It seemed these
kind of stressful situations were what made my Master work in his best light,
it was the small irritating things like the ‘Dobby incident’ that seemed to
enrage him the most. Huge disruptions he took in a calm stride that centered
and encouraged us all.
After I cleared his
dishes away after he ate he told me to come upstairs where I could complete the
massage I had started earlier with him. I made sure to freshen up and change
into something more sensuous and attractive and went upstairs with a bottle of
sweet almond oil. As I knocked and entered I saw him already nude on his bed,
laying on his stomach, his hair unbound and off to one side, the smooth supple
lines of his lower back and ass, the powerful arms folded beneath his half
drowsy face. I half gasped at the attractive site of him laying there like a
powerful tiger relaxing after a meal.
I immediately went
to work massaging the oil into him first working with all my skill to indeed
relax and pleasure those muscles of his, and then later into the massage I
began to use my lips to gently caress and explore his skin and the taste of
him.
“Nice,” he said as
he lazily rolled over and grabbing one of my arms, caught me off guard and
easily pulled me down into his embrace. Master was the kind of man who only
tolerated someone else being in control for so long, even in pleasurable
things, he would then get to a certain point he would just act and take over,
and it was this simple habit of his that aroused me so deeply to my very core.
Even when he was elegant and a gentleman he was always a true noble and Master
first.
He rolled me onto my
back and then lay atop me as his own lips and teeth now began to explore my
milky skin, his hand grapping into the long tresses of my hair as he hissed in
a most elegant tone all the lewdly sexual things he was going to do to me that
night.
As always, I loved
to run my tongue or hand over the Dark Mark on his arm, for some reason it
seemed almost like an erogenous zone with him, whenever I kissed or licked it
he would throw his head back with a deeply aroused hiss between his teeth and
his cock would spring to life, hard and rigid almost like a weapon. In fact it
seemed to strike a dark chord in him that made him even rougher and more
intense in his handling of a woman whenever Narcissa or I kissed, licked or
nibbled that Dark Mark. I began to wonder if Lothar would respond the same way
if I were to ever so sensuously caress his Dark mark.
Master drew me up
onto all fours and I felt something cold and slippery begin to coat my tight
little arse hole. “Never been entered there?” he drawled almost cruelly.
“Oh no sir, never!”
I was scared and yet also aroused. I knew Master could do whatever he wished
with me and yet he always seemed to like to push me to new things I have never
done before.
“Well then, I look
forward to taking that from you as well, my little pet.” He coated his finger
in the same slippery lube and then very gently began to insert it past my tight
sphincter, “relax and lean back. If you relax it goes easier.” He soothed in
his cultured voice.
I obeyed him, and
Master was kind. He allowed me to get used to the feel of his finger down in my
tight arse and then two fingers before he put more of that slippery lube on and
then gently began to penetrate the one place that had never been used. Because
he was so thick he was actually quite slow and gentle with me, allowing me to
accept him slowly, getting used to his feel. At first I was afraid but as I
slowly relaxed and trusted in him, I found this new way of being used causing
the familiar warmth of arousal deep inside me.
“That’s it.” He
said, “You are not ready for me yet to truly take you and pound into you down
there as I wish, your Master is merciful and so instead you will just learn to
enjoy the beginnings of this new way of being used.” He summoned that flogger
to him with magic and as he stayed planted inside me he began to use the
flogger to rain down expert blows on my shoulders and upper back. Each time
they struck they caused my muscles to contract around him involuntarily and
began my journey to that familiar distant crush of the tidal wave of pleasure.
As I bucked and writhed beneath his onslaught of blows and the feeling of him
in my tight arse, he and I nearly were consumed by the wave of pleasure at the
same time. I heard him growl with animal lust atop me, as my own body gave into
the orgasm that was building from within. He was indeed merciful and at the
last minute one of his fingers reached down and expertly thrust into my pussy
as his thumb rubbed the nub of my clitoris until I trembled and growled almost
as intensely below him.
I would have love to
have spent all night with him as I had the other night being used by him in a
multiple of ways, but he instructed I needed rest for the party tomorrow, so
after he had used me for his pleasure, he graciously cleaned me with a flick of
his wand and then did something totally surprising and unexpected. He allowed
me to sleep in his very bed with him. Already he was drowsing off as many men
did after sex, his blonde hair loose around the dark black silken pillows and I
carefully curled up in a tight ball next to him, almost like a small cat. One
arm reached out and grabbed me almost roughly about the neck and pulled me
close into him, his arm draped loosely around my neck. I was grateful but yet
also felt guilty, I have no idea why dear friends, but somehow I knew in my
very bones that if Mistress Narcissa would have known I was sleeping in the
arms of the Master instead of the pallet at the foot of the bed, it would have
caused her anger and hurt.
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