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Of Wizards and Blood Purity	By : linkar Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 19935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author Note: Finally, here is the last chapter! I've been busy writing original erotica. Today Oysters and Chocolate has published my new story, Between Iceland and Greenland, as a free read. For those, who are interested, more information is here: http://lara-kairos.livejournal.com/2430.html

One more erotic story of mine will be coming online at Oysters and Chocolate later this month. I will post about it on my blog, as usual.

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The Manor had become like a sepulchre. The only gatherings hosted were for the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord presided over them. They were a far cry from the former refined dinners and galas with crème de la crème of the wizarding society and Ministry officers.

Lucius was out of Azkaban, but his home seemed like a new kind of prison. He had trouble applying himself to anything useful, and his own family avoided him. Draco, after escaping with Snape from the Astronomy Tower, holed up in his rooms. Narcissa favored Snape’s company over her husband’s. No wonder since the Half-Blood hero had finished Dumbledore off and saved their son.

Bitterly, Lucius remembered how he attempted to join Narcissa the other night, and she told him she’d rather sleep by herself for the time being. Lucius ended up having solo sex in his own bed. Bloody Snape was now occupying Bella’s former suite, and Lucius was wary of inviting a call girl to the hidden chamber. Sealing off the passage required some major magic work, and Narcissa, who now reigned the Manor, was certain to notice something going on.

Lucius inhaled the fragrance of flowers as he strolled down a meandering part in the garden. At least Lord Voldemort was travelling outside Britain. Taking advantage of his absence, the Death Eater crowd left the Manor, eager for a break from each other and their lord. Only Snape seemed to make the Manor his permanent home. Neither Narcissa nor Severus gave Lucius any explanation on that.

If Lord Malfoy disappeared, no one would probably notice, Lucius thought acerbically. He had become a mere appendage that wandered around the place.

He saw Narcissa strolling towards him. As usual, Snape was by her side.

“You look downcast,” she said lightly and squinted against the bright sun.

No wonder if your wife was going around with her new beau in tow. Lucius clasped his hands behind his back, hoping the couple would walk past and leave him alone.

Instead, Narcissa halted in front of him. Snape stopped too, his arms crossed on his chest.

“Do you recall the chamber with the big wood cross?” she asked.

His heart lurched. He looked at Snape, then at his wife. Narcissa slowly pulled up the hem of her long robes, revealing her legs in high stiletto boots. Her milky white skin contrasted with the black leather.

He drew a deep breath and glanced at Snape again. Had his former associate brought a witch to relieve his pent-up lust?

“Narcissa isn’t at the Manor now?” Lucius asked.

“I am Narcissa, your wife!” The tip of her wand almost pierced the skin on his chin. “I am not some Polyjuiced harlot!”

“What do you want from me, Narcissa?” Although his wife was a formidable tigress when angry, her fierce looks excited him.

“I want to punish you for your lies and deceit,” she said, articulating every word. “You must report to the chamber immediately. Remember I’m Mistress to you there!”

“And what are you going to do there?” Lucius asked, not sure what to make of Narcissa’s new mannerisms.

“Snape and I will punish you because we cannot seal our union magically. You corrupted my marital bonds with the Lestranges, and now I can’t get rid of the remaining shreds of magic.”

“Are you two going to kill me?”

“Why should we do that?” A thin smile crossed Snape’s lips. “There are better things to do.”

Like Cruciatus or Imperius. His heart pounding, Lucius looked at Narcissa. His wife raised her hem higher and there were no knickers under her clothes. Before his eyes could linger on her hairless crotch, she dropped the fabric, and all he could see were her pointy toes peeking from under her long robes. His cock twitched.

“We’ll see you in the chamber, Lucius,” Narcissa tossed her words, as the couple walked past him.

When Lucius arrived in the hidden room, Narcissa was wearing only her boots and black cupless corset with red lacing. His abdomen tightened at the sight of her. Snape, fully clothed, sat in a chair.

Narcissa flicked her wand, and Lucius saw his own clothes fall on the floor.

“You aren’t bad looking, even after Azkaban,” she murmured, tracing her fingers over his chest. “Your cock looks limp, though.”

“I’m yours, Mistress.” Lucius glanced at Snape; the stare of the latter was riveted to the witch. He wondered if Snape had been harboring voyeuristic inclinations all along.

Her hand squeezed his cock, and he drew a sharp breath. Her breasts were full and round, with large dark nipples, and he craved the feel of them in his hands. But the rules of the game wouldn’t permit him such liberties.

“On the cross, Lucius.” Her voice was firm.

Lucius walked to the cross, conscious of his nudity. As his back pressed against the center board, his wrists and ankles were immediately bound to the ends of the cross. A familiar excitement rose in his lower abdomen.

Narcissa surveyed him, all tied up and still.

“What would you like to do with him, my beautiful Narcissa?” Snape asked.

“I’d like to whip him hard for sneaking here to play with harlots instead of me.”

Snape stood up and summoned a crop from the closet. She kissed him on his lips as she took the crop from him. His hands fondled her breasts, and the sight of it unsettled Lucius.

“What is your safeword, Lucius?” Snape asked, his hands still on Narcissa’s full globes.

“Thestral,” Lucius croaked.

“Thestral,” Narcissa chuckled.

She approached the cross, and Lucius tensed up. He had never experienced her whipping, and didn’t know what to expect. Would she go light or harsh on him?

Then he felt the crop nudge him in the balls, and his cock grew harder.

She drew the tip of the crop over his shaft and up his abdomen. He craved a harder touch, and she was too light on him. Lucius shifted in his bonds impatiently. The crop moved back down to his crotch. He closed his eyes since the impossibly erotic sight of his wife was too much for his sex-starved body.

The same second he jerked up because something like a thin needle pierced his nipple. His eyes flipped open. Narcissa was holding her wand to his chest. Her bosom was close and she massaged her big dark nipple with her thumb. He couldn’t take his eyes off her luscious breast. Suddenly, a sharp prickle went through his other nipple and he yelped.

Narcissa stepped back and he felt the sting of her crop on his thigh. Now she was getting serious. Lucius closed his eyes again, surrendering to her. Each blow made him gasp. The last lash grazed his balls, and he held his breath, but no more lashes came. His cock was hard and erect.

“A fine treatment you’re giving him,” Snape’s voice resounded in his ears. Lucius opened his eyes and saw him standing behind Narcissa, his hands on the curves of her hips.

When Snape noticed his watching, he took Narcissa’s chin by his hand and kissed her full on her mouth. She reclined on his shoulder. Lucius glimpsed wetness glistening in the slit between her legs.

The scene was driving him crazy and the skin on his legs was sore, but Lucius forced himself to stay still.

“The bastard looks good, isn’t he?” Narcissa murmured. “You’re already hard, Sev.”

“Service me, then.” Snape pushed her down to her knees and moved to face her.

She unfastened his clothes, baring his member, big and alert. Lucius watched how her manicured fingers caressed her lover’s balls, and it made his own cock twitch. Then she looked sideways at her husband on the cross, and took Snape’s swollen tip into her mouth. Her breasts pressed against his pants, and the voluptuous curve of her butt rested on her heels. She worked his member thoroughly. Snape grunted with pleasure, his palms on her shoulders.

“Enough, Narcissa,” Snape ordered. “Your husband is getting a bit limp again.”

“I love you, Sev,” her voice was breathy. Then she stood up and slapped Lucius’ cock. “You must not wilt!”

“Forgive me, Mistress,” Lucius groaned, as her hand pumped his penis forcefully.

Snape disrobed and picked up the crop. His darkened member stood upright against his pale body. The thought of it entering his wife made Lucius dizzy. Submitting to them both titillated him no end.

Suddenly, the crop stung his right thigh. Another sting on his left leg, and his cock was hard in Narcissa’s deft fingers. He was about to explode.

“You shall not orgasm before us!” Narcissa cast a spell, and a silver ring clenched his strained shaft.

“Step back, my lady,” Snape commanded. Narcissa obeyed him.

Lucius felt the cross detach from the wall. Now it was hovering over the floor in a horizontal position. Severus and Narcissa joined in a kiss by his side, Snape’s fingers in her pussy, and her hand fondling his member.

His body taut and aroused, Lucius craved his release, but his tormentors were taking their time. He grunted unhappily, and received a prick from Narcissa’s wand on his nipple.

“Be silent!” she demanded.

“Your will, Mistress,” Lucius mumbled. The same second her nipple was in his mouth, while Snape stood behind her.

He sucked and tugged her lusty breasts, and she emitted small moans. From the way she arched her body, Lucius guessed Snape was fingering her pussy.

“So hot and wet,” he heard Snape’s feverish whisper. “Get on his dick, and I’ll have you too, my love.”

Breathing heavily, Narcissa straightened up and mounted Lucius, facing him. His cock went into her soaked pussy, and she moved up and down on it. Could they take the ring off his dick, after all?

Snape moved behind Narcissa, and Lucius felt his hand on his knee. Severus was standing between his spread legs. From behind he fondled Narcissa’s breasts, and she rested her head on his shoulder, Lucius’ cock deep inside her. Never had he seen her so sexy and beautiful.

Narcissa leaned forward. Her lips devoured his mouth, and he submitted to her. Then the constriction on his member disappeared. He pushed his loins up, eager to get deeper inside her.

Suddenly, she gasped, and a pressure mounted on his cock, that he couldn’t understand. He looked over Narcissa’s shoulder and met Snape’s dark stare.

“Sev – he’s inside me,” she breathed, ”Together with you.”

Then Lucius felt the other cock rubbing and pressing against his, and her hot walls hugged them both. She swayed in her ecstasy, and he was losing himself in the abyss of aching pleasure. Harder, tighter, hotter. A surge rolled through his lower body, shaking him and Narcissa.

When he came back to his senses, they both were slumped on top of him. Severus pulled away first. He grumbled spells setting Lucius free.

Unsteady on her stilettos, Narcissa walked over to the bed and collapsed on it, not bothering to take her boots off. As the wizards flanked her on both sides, she gave a quick kiss to each of them. Lucius closed his eyes. The sex had been volcanic, and his body felt so liberated and weightless. He wondered if it was Snape who had trained Narcissa so well. The Half-Blood was worth a dozen Pure-Bloods.

*****

Rain lashed the grey stone houses when Narcissa Apparated on the corner of the street of this small town. She pulled her hood lower on her face, not wanting to be recognized.

She walked down the street until she found the place she was looking for. Turning the brass knob on a painted brown door, Narcissa entered a dark entranceway. A figure appeared on top of the stairs to the second floor.

“This way, madam,” the man said, and Narcissa hurried up the dented steps.

In a tiny room, Narcissa pulled her hood off. Vials and bottles were lined up on a table along the wall, and books were piled on a sagging sofa.

“Here.” Narcissa handed the gray-bearded man a small leather pouch. “Would his hair work, Healer Hopkins?”

“Any part of his body would be good, madam.” Healer Hopkins extracted black hairs from the pouch. “You would still like me to make the potion?”

“Yes, please.” Narcissa pleaded. “I know it might not work, but no one can repair my ruined marital bonds.”

She studied his wrinkled face. A renowned healer, Hopkins had to abandon his London practice and go into hiding since he was a Muggle-born. It had taken Narcissa time and Galleons to locate him in this Merlin-forsaken town.

“I’ll make it now. Please have a seat, madam.” He leaned over the table, picking out bottles with different ingredients. A fire burst out under a bronze cauldron in the fireplace.

Thoughts jumbled in Narcissa’s mind, as she sat by the book pile on the sofa. If Healer Hopkins couldn’t make a fertility potion capable of transcending the disturbed marital magic, no one could help her have a child with Snape. Of course, everyone would tell her that it was an insanity to have a child at a time when nobody knew if he would be alive tomorrow. She sighed. Her two beloved wizards were her salvation and her pain.

“It’s ready,” Healer Hopkins said, as he stirred the contents of the bronze cauldron. “Your situation is a classic case of homemade magic gone awry. All those old wizarding families have their sets of ancient rituals and charms, but hardly anyone understands, in full, the implications of using them!”

“It was such a long time ago, and we were so young,” Narcissa lamented, watching the purple potion fill a glass bottle.

“It’s necessary that your wizard is deeply in love with you. Otherwise the potion won't have any effect at all. It might make you feel sick at times, but it will pass once you stop taking it.”

“Thank you.” Narcissa placed a heavy pouch with Galleons on the table, took the sealed bottle and left.

*****

After the cold and grey winter, the Manor gardens were filling with blooms. Sun brightened the day more often, but the moods were far from sunny in the Manor.

“That cursed house-elf popped out of nowhere, and somehow took away Harry Potter together with the others!” Lucius recounted. “The Dark Lord was most displeased, as you understand.”

“Is there any point in trying to please him?” Snape directed his wand at the dying fire and it roared with a renewed force in the fireplace.

“What else can we do?” Lucius asked. “The only other option is abandoning everything and fleeing the country. I doubt it’s possible to escape him. Karkaroff is the example.”

“There’s a third option,” Snape said flatly.

“And what is it?” Narcissa asked from the sofa. She had been unwell and often laid down when in their intimate company. “If we only could withdraw Draco from Hogwarts and send him to a safe place on the Continent!”

“Hoping that someone would bring down the tyrant. It’s the only way for you to restore your lives.”

Lucius had to agree that it made sense. Living with Lord Voldemort was like looking at a guillotine every morning and not knowing if your head would still be on your shoulders by the end of the day.

“My hunch is that Potter might come to Hogwarts very soon.” Snape sat down next to Narcissa, and she stroked his hand. “If his allies take over the school, I’d encourage Draco to stay there instead of joining the Death Eaters.”

“How are we going to tell him that? Go and fight for Potter?” Lucius moved a crystal bowl on a side table back and forth. “What if others find out?”

“He doesn’t need to fight if he stays in their camp. They won’t force him. If he’s with Death Eaters, he’ll have to join the battle.”

“If you convey it to him in a veiled way, Severus, it would be the best.” Lucius glanced at the fire. “Would locking him up in a dungeon keep him safe?”

“I’ll consider that.” Snape rose from the sofa. “I must warn you that my future is very uncertain. The Dark Lord is extremely suspicious of everyone. Although I do my best to serve him, I never know what he might think the next minute.”

“Severus, you should visit more regularly,” Narcissa said. “I want to have a child with you.”

Lucius stared at her. Never had she voiced any desire to have more children before. He could accept the idea if they were living in times of peace and comfort, but it was insanity in their current situation.

“We cannot afford to have a child now,” Snape’s tone was final. “In any case, I doubt that any fertility potion can overcome your ruined marital magic, if you decide to use it.”

He pulled something from his pocket and put it on the table by Lucius’ side. It looked like a pewter walnut.

“If I die, this will reveal my last letter to you two. Would you promise to fulfill my wish in it?”

“Certainly,” was Narcissa’s answer, as she came up to the wizards and picked up the walnut. “How could we open it?”

“It will open on its own for you. Right now it’s sealed and can’t be opened.”

“Would you come back tomorrow and spend a night with me, Sev?” Narcissa asked, stroking his arm.

“I will,” he answered in a softened voice.

Lucius fingered the heavy walnut, as Narcissa kissed Snape before he departed for Hogwarts.

*****

Lucius peeked in the boudoir. His wife was not crying anymore. Snape’s last letter sat in the middle of the desk. He had wanted to destroy it when they were camping with Lord Voldemort near Hogwarts, but Narcissa hid it from him. Now it was one of her most cherished mementos of Snape.

…You must know that Dumbledore entrusted Harry Potter into my care. I pledged to protect him because I loved his mother, Lily. I request that you protect him, too. If he is caught, help him escape.

I have impressed upon Draco that he must let Potter stay alive, although I did not explain the true reasons for it. My hope is that Draco would try to prevent his companions from killing Harry. If so, Harry would be very likely to help him survive, as well…

… Please know that Dumbledore asked me to kill him so the death would be quick and easy for him. He was under a curse that was killing him slowly, and his days were numbered…

True to her promise, Narcissa risked her life to save Potter. In turn, their son was saved, and they all were spared from prosecution and Azkaban thanks to Potter’s testimony. Life could be such an odd thing.

Narcissa came up to him, and her eyes were gleaming.

“What’s the good news?” he asked.

“I’m pregnant with Snape’s child. The fertility potion worked.”

“Oh.” Lucius paused, absorbing the information. “Of course, you took the potion on the sly. “

“Yes. And his surname will be Snape.”

“How should I explain it to Draco?”

“I’ll handle it.” Narcissa took the letter from the desk, folded it and put it in an ornate gold box.

As she carried the box to another room, Lucius sat down in a chair. Everyone had trumped him. The world had changed, and Pure Blood mattered little. Surprisingly, he could live with it and be much better off. It was mind-boggling.

He ought to find out more about the new officers in the Ministry and orient himself in the political situation. But for now he’d lay low while the Death Eater trials were under way.

Lucius wondered if Narcissa would treat him to some good flogging tonight. His sexy wife was his true Mistress, and submission to her gave him the most perfect release.
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