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The Raven's Song	By : Quills Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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When Lyra woke up the next morning, Lucius was no longer in the bed next to her. Instead he had taken up post at the window, staring out unseeing at the sunrise spreading across Wiltshire and gradually enveloping Malfoy Manor in its light.
Even now he was impossible to resist. Slipping down from amongst the tangled sheets, she silently crossed the floorboards and found her way into the arms that called out to her without words.
To her amazement and unease, the taut lines of Lucius’ face softened as he glanced down at her and drew her up against his bare body. “Good morning, pet,” he said under his breath. “I did not want to wake you, not yet, for you surely need you rest after all the exertions I put you through last night.”
Lyra willed herself to remember nothing but that. With a fresh thrill of desire, she guided his hand up to her breasts and allowed him to see the full height of the lust she felt for him. “I couldn’t stay in the bed if you weren’t in it, Lucius,” she said. “If you want me to stay there, then I suggest you come back to it with me.”
Amusement danced alongside the lust in his darkening eyes as his cock hardened against her. “Are you offering me some manner of recompense for doing so?”
Her face relaxed into a smile as she raised herself up onto the tips of her toes, the sensation of his deft fingers dancing across her breasts thrilling her beyond all comprehension. She didn’t need any further encouragement, for this wizard was as much hers now as she was his. With a low moan that told him everything he needed to know, she found his mouth and kissed him fiercely, fisting her hands through his loose hair as he roughly squeezed each breast in turn and let his tongue thrust deep into her mouth.
This could end only one way. All the kisses they had shared before paled away, each new kiss more powerful and compelling than the one before. Whatever this was that had developed between them against her will, Lyra could never fight it now she knew what it was to share his bed. When his arms hooked underneath her ass and he lifted her with ease into his arms, she instantly wrapped her slender legs around his waist and submitted to everything he intended for her.
Lucius staggered backwards without letting her break the kiss, not stopping until they crashed into the bed and he fell back down onto the sheets with her still straddling his waist. He stared up at her intently, then with a loud groan slammed one balled fist into the mattress at his side as she fought for breath on top of him.
“What are you that you have this power over me, Lyra?” he said hoarsely. “This is surely madness, but you have consumed me from the very start. Ride my cock, my precious little witch, before I lose all grasp on what remains of my self-control and do all I know I must not!”
Her breath hitched violently with those words that threatened to reveal so much, but his fierce demand was impossible to defy. As a fire spread throughout her blood, Lyra took his cock in her hands and slowly eased herself down onto it, revelling in his desperate groan as inch by inch it filled her cunt entirely. She stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the size of his thick shaft inside her, and he cursed loudly as with no warning he thrust his hips upwards.
The realisation that she had the power to drive the dangerous wizard to such heights of desperation gave her a sense of power she hadn’t known for so very long, and she smiled down at him as he reached up to roughly grope at her breasts and she knocked his hands aside.
“No,” she said softly. “This morning we do this my way, Lucius, and I want you to relax and let me take us where we want to go.”
“Relax?” Lucius echoed incredulously. “Lyra, my Lyra, how can I possibly relax when I have you?!”
Lyra slowly rolled her hips, grinding against his cock as he threw his head back and sucked in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth. “Because you want me, and now you have me,” she said simply.
Her hands behind her head to push her breasts forward for his wide eyes to feast upon, she began to rock rhythmically against him to drive them both to the climax they both craved, helpless to deny him or herself, for despite all that lurked outside this room, she could forget it all as long as they were together like this.
All too soon, though, the fever that built inside her whenever they touched began to spiral out of control. There was no holding it back, nothing she could do save for submit to it and reach down between her legs, allowing Lucius to watch enraptured as she stroked her aching clitoris and rocked wildly against him, her breasts bouncing freely and her tousled hair flying out behind her head.
It was all she could do to hold back long enough to look down into his eyes before her orgasm swept through her aching body, and with a piercing cry she collapsed into Lucius’ waiting arms as he rolled onto his side, pinning her down as he continued to pound his cock into her until he too slumped, his arms so tight around her they crushed the breath from her body as they moved together, no words needed to express the height of the lust that even now as building between them once more.
Lyra never wanted to let go of him. Terrified by that realisation, she buried her head in his shoulder to hide the treacherous truth, afraid even to speak for fear of what would be revealed. He seemed oblivious to her torment, his sated groan the only sound he made until he propped himself up on one elbow to stare down at her.
He stroked her flushed face as their breathing finally slowed, his low voice utterly mesmeric as he began to speak again, their bodies still entwined and the sheets twisted around the two of them. “I never imagined when I first caught sight of you at the World Cup that it would take more than three years for me to finally get you into my bed, pet.”
“And I never imagined then that I would willingly be here, Lucius. Yet here we are.”
Her voice breaking, she twisted to the side as the ghost of a smile on his lips slipped away. “You are tired still, and no wonder,” he said, no trace of emotion in his voice now. “Sleep a while longer, pet. “
She instinctively clutched at his arm. “Are you going somewhere?”
“I will not be far away, I swear; only in the bathroom. If you need me, all you need do is call and I will be at your side.”
Lyra yearned for him to hold her again whilst she slept, but she dared not ask. Instead she nodded without meeting his stare, letting loose her hold on his arm and closing her eyes as he tucked the sheets around her with a low sigh before rising from the bed. For a moment she thought he wanted to say something more, but instead he simply disappeared into the bathroom.
She warily opened her eyes as the door closed behind him, for she had earlier noticed her wand on the bedside table, but it wasn’t there now. Clearly he had taken it with him, and she was not surprised.
A wave of exhaustion washed over her that she could not comprehend, the absence of Lucius’ arms around her far more painful than she wanted it to be. Afraid the memories of the day before would haunt her in her absence, she tightly closed her eyes again and willed herself back to sleep just as he had commanded, but no sooner did she begin to drift away than the voice of her nightmare drifted through the closed door that led to the corridor outside.
“Lyra?” it said, softly spoken yet full of menace. “I know you are in there, little one; open the door for me, won’t you?”
Her stomach plummeted, churning with nausea as she rolled out of the bed and wrapped a sheet around her bare body as she fought to make her dry mouth call out the words she needed as she twisted to face the bathroom door.
“Lucius?” Backing into the corner of the room, Lyra tried and failed to hold back a desperate sob as the memories of her ordeal at the hands of the wizard now calling to her flooded back with full force to smash apart the serenity she had found inside this room. “Oh gods, Lucius!”
In tandem the two doors swung open. Before Rabastan could near her, Lucius strode across the room wearing only his trousers, her wand outstretched in his hand in an unspoken threat as he came to stand between the two of them and Rabastan spoke.
“Good morning, little one,” Rabastan said, a cruel spark in his darkening eyes that made her cling instinctively to Lucius. “I had hoped you would rejoin us, but from the sounds we all heard coming from the room, I can only assume Lucius took his sweet time in sating the both of you.”
Lucius’ arm tightened around her as green sparks erupted from the tip of her wand, clenched still in his fist. “What passes between Lyra and I is our business, no one else’s,” he said curtly. “Why are you intruding? After yesterday, I think she has seen more than enough of you.”
Rabastan’s eyes danced in amusement as she shivered and moved in closer still to Lucius. “That is a matter of opinion. It really is very selfish of you to keep our guest all to yourself up here, Lucius; but I am afraid the decision is out of your hands now.”
Lucius paled. “Explain yourself -”
“Gladly, and with only a few words.” Rabastan’s lips curved back into a humourless smile. “The Dark Lord wishes to see your little pet, Lucius – and you know he does not like to be kept waiting.”
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