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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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Not caring if he,
like Lucius he was a former Death Eater or not, I half crawled half stumbled to
the door I knew was the room he slept in while he was here and half clawed at
it in desperation. �Lothar.� I tried to whisper but my voice was hoarse, ragged
and sore from all my screaming while under the crucio and the beatings.

The door suddenly
opened and I saw him standing there like some dark, towering statue. A sigh
rattled deep inside him and he bent down and scooped me up as easily as if I
were a child and carried me onto his bed. He waved his hand around the room and
instantly many of the candles and lamps illuminated. I blinked at him a moment
and realized he was just wearing a pair of silken black pajama bottoms and no
top. His well toned body was full of old scars and other tattoos as well.
Strange ones I would have never thought on him. He had on his upper shoulder a
dragon and cobra entwined and across his other shoulder and running down his
back was a line of oriental kanji�s. On his upper chest was an oriental styled
phoenix in exotic colors that flickered as though alive in the dim lamp light.

First he picked up
his wand and using some spell I did not fully hear he drew the dried and still
oozing blood off my wounds. �Turn over.� He softly commanded and I obeyed him
despite the fresh pain that coursed through me. He repeated the same procedure
for my back. Then he walked over to his own tall dresser and began to fish
around inside for gathering various bottles, potions and ointments. Still I
could not control the soft sobs that occasionally wracked my body.

�Easy.� The deep
voice quietly reverberated through me. �It is done now girl, you are safe now.�
For the next hour Lothar worked quietly at healing all the damage that Lucius
had inflicted upon me. A few times as the heavy cloud of pain began to lift and
become distant I had drifted off into light sleep, especially as Lothar�s
strong hands began that skilled and healing massage on my muscles he knew how
to do. While I was still sore and stiff,
it was bearable now. My own mind tried to swim down corridors of curiosity
about the enigmatic Lothar but I dare not speak a word to him as he had
administered his healing work on me. I knew what his tattoo now stood for, and
I had no want of breaking the fragile spell of his kindness in healing me.

�That is the best I
can do.� He finally stood up and then went and pulled on a black robe over
himself and tied the sash in front of him. �Thankfully you will not scar
permanently, but you will be indeed a bit sore for a day or two.� He used his
wand and with a quick flick instantly cleaned my crumpled dress of any dirt or
blood and had it neatly pressed. He then aimed his wand at me and also
magically cleaned me of any blood, sweat or grime of last night�s cruel session
with the Master.

�Now.� He put his
wand down and gathered his now empty bottles and vials. �I need to start
breakfast. Mr. Malfoy will expect you to serve, but since you have not had any
sleep.� He handed me one last potion. �This will give you energy for the next
12 hours, but when it wears off, you will crash and be extremely tired, so at
6pm I suggest you are in your own room.� I blinked wearily at the clock a
moment in his room, not even realizing the sun was now feebly coming up, and
already it was morning. Lucius had used me for nearly the entire night.

�Thank you Lothar.�
I took the potion and downed it. He was kind enough to help me on with my
dress. �Go brush your hair, roll it up and be ready to serve the Master in one
hour. I suggest you just be as respectful as possible, however I sense he will
not be to harsh with you today.�

Not even thinking
about what I was doing, I just suddenly flung my arms around the tall man in
front of me and gave him a quick, hard hug and then curtsied deeply. His body
had tensed like marble briefly beneath my hug, but there was also something
that flashed briefly in those sapphire-like eyes of his. Sympathy. �Thank you
for your help, Sir.� I quietly turned and left his room to head to my own.

I had served Master
his breakfast flawlessly. He looked as tired as I had ever seen him, he must
have not slept much either. He was back to being elegantly dressed and his hair
was combed out and neatly tied back once again. In fact his total silence and
ignoring of me at breakfast had me more worried than if he would have been
throwing sarcastic comments at me. Still I did everything I had been trained to
do, my ears alert to the smallest command or request he may have. But he had no
requests for me and just silently left after finishing his morning tea and
breakfast.

I had spent the
rest of the morning and early afternoon helping Mina and Elena clean. They had
popped up around late morning to help out. As I was beating some throw rugs
outside I glanced up and saw the Master atop that huge black Friesian of his,
Arridano. He was dressed elegantly in dark riding attire and with a dark cloak
billowing out behind him, as he and Arridano galloped off like a bat out of
hell on towards the dark forest and the open countryside. He looked so handsome
and elegant and I still felt my heart waver as I saw him riding away.

�You�d rather he play with you girl, as he
did last night?� Lothar�s voice startled me. I hadn�t even heard him come up
along side me.

�No sir.� I said as I swung my green eyes
back to Lothar�s icy blue ones.

�None-the-less,�
Lothar looked more dour than he had in a long time. �Master Lucius has
requested I take you in hand personally and train you myself today. So be in
front of my bedroom door in 30 minutes. Be completely naked and in the present
pose when you knock.� He had then turned and left before I could even register
surprise on my face. Oh Merlin�s beard, now I was to be at the punishing hands
of the intimidating and impassionate Lothar?

At precisely 30 minutes I found my self
kneeling at Lothar�s door. The floor cool and hard beneath my bare knees, my
chest thrust out. I knocked once and then gracefully laced my hands behind my
back and waited. After a moment the door opened and he stood towering over me.
�Leg�s slightly more apart.� His booted foot gently guided my legs more apart.
One large hand came down and manually adjusted my shoulders, �Loosen up and be
more subtle and graceful girl!� he chastised. �Have you forgotten your most
basic forms?�

�No Sir.� I spoke respectfully and
concentrating on positioning myself exactly as he requested. Still he was not
done with his minute scrutinizing of me. He walked past me into the hallway and
looked at the curve of my back. �Tighten up the lower back muscles more, and
gently flex your buttocks. The Forms of Presentation are to be a kind of dance,
not done as though you are a lump of clay.� Finally satisfied with my �present�
form he swept passed me and ordered me to crawl into the room behind him.
�Gracefully!� his deep voice suddenly chided even though he was not looking at
me, �Your movements should be sensuous and catlike not lumping around like a
plow horse.�

Once inside, he spun around and using his
wand closed and locked his door.

�I have trained many slaves, girl.� He said calmly as he put
his wand up top of his dresser. �Muggle, squib and wizard. I am also a fully
capable wizard and a 5th rank master in four schools of martial
arts.� He pointed to the floor and made the hand signal for �Present yourself�
to me. �It is my unpleasant job as your trainer to hone your skills into
something pleasing and graceful.�

I had already sunk quickly but nimbly into
the Present pose and looked up at him as I concentrated on calm, detached
voice. Somehow at that moment while I did not fear any uncontrolled reactions
from him, I did know he would be a very demanding and precise teacher. �I am
your teacher and trainer and not your Master. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy are
your masters. It is their collar you wear, so always remember that.�

The time spent with Lothar was actually far
more pleasant than I could have imagined. He worked hard on getting me to
execute the 6 forms of Presentation and other more minute details of the
mundane aspects of being a servant to the Malfoy�s. While his teachings often
had me on the verge of total sexual tension, never did he ever make any move to
do anything sexual. Instead his quite and rigid teachings made the mind body
connection of pleasure and pain only that more solidified in my heart and soul.

Finally he motioned me to my feet. �It will
be dinner time soon. The Master wishes to see you in his study though first.�

�But how did you know Sir?� I respectfully
asked. There had been no owls or notes that had come into the room while we had
been training.

His eyes glared
balefully at me a moment, �Did you already forget Narcissa�s lesson to you the
day she called you to her room while you were asleep?�

�Oh, Oh!� I said
with embarrassment as the answer came back to me.

I was about to turn
and leave to prepare myself for my master when I suddenly felt the same almost
demanding tug in my heart as I had the first day I had been with Lucius. I
quickly spun around and bowed gracefully on my knees in front of Lothar. �Thank
you for the lesson Sir.� I said with sincerity. �I am grateful for your
guidance.�

�Master Lucius was
correct.� The deep voice intoned slowly, �You do have good instincts, you are a
natural. You are dismissed Fiona.� As I was in my room preparing myself for
Lucius by rubbing the scented lotion on me, and fixing my hair, I began to
think about the two men.

Lucius,
aristocratic, noble, elegant and strikingly handsome. His touch could be either
electrically erotic or cruelly vicious and terrifying. Whether he was his cool
almost arrogant self or even his brooding dark nature, I so craved the raw
essence and power that emanated off him like a drug.

Then there was
Lothar, tall, dark and deadly. He projected an aura of total control and competence
and even clinical detachment but yet underneath there seemed a tightly reined
in concern and sympathy that he dared not show. I knew he was intensely loyal
to the whole Malfoy household and its servants, whether caring for injured
staff or placing himself in harms way to protect Narcissa or young Master
Draco. That level of dedication and the enigma behind him also drew my interest
intensely.

�Damn.� I muttered
to myself as I retied my hair with fumbling fingers and then made my way down
to my Master�s study. As I was about to knock on the study door it opened and I
saw my Master lean up on the doorframe, reminding me very much of our very
first meeting where he had been leaning against the doorframe of his front
door. Except for a slight dark look in his eyes, he was back to looking the
immaculate, controlled, noble patriarch of the noble house of Malfoy.

My heart began to
beat double time in my chest as my eyes swept across his handsome countenance.
�Come in and sit on the couch, Fiona.� He ordered quietly and walked ahead of
me.

I sat down quietly
on the soft black velvet loveseat that faced his desk. I could see his elegant
walking cane in the corner. He was still dressed in his dark riding attire from
earlier which made him look only more handsome. �Hold up your left ankle.� He
instructed as he reached back behind him from his desk and he pulled a small
black rectangular box.

Gentle crossing my
legs, I pulled up my dress to my knees and presented my left ankle to him. One
of his hands had come down then and one of his smooth fingers ran across my
cheekbone. �Do you find Lothar to be a good trainer?� he asked casually.

�Yes Master.� I
answered him.

�What has he shown
you today?� Lucius asked with an honest curiosity.

I felt a bit thrown
off for a moment, I was not used to Lucius actually caring about any detailed
conversation I had to offer, but as I glanced up at the steel grey eyes I could
see he was actually making an effort. �We went over the forms of presentation
and he worked to correct any small faults in my stances.� I dropped my eyes
from his face. Even talking about Lothar was raising conflicting feelings in
me.

�Good, Excellent.�
My Master said casually and opened the small velvet box. Inside was an elegant
and expensive anklet made of platinum that bore a small charm of the Malfoy
crest on it. With sure and nimble fingers he fastened it around my ankle and
then his hand caressed my leg briefly. �It�s for you girl. You have earned it
for your hard work.� He said as if discussing the weather and then abruptly
turned from me and seemed to be extremely interested in something on his desk.

It suddenly dawned
on me then my Master�s gift. I knew that never would Lucius Malfoy apologize
for what had happened last night, but I could tell now that even his loss of
control had bothered him, especially for a man who so prided himself on
control. This elegant gift was his own way of an apology.

I felt a single
tear slide down my cheek and I truly felt for him, felt for the conflict in his
life right now and for whatever demon�s he was dealing with. I slid off the
couch and kneeled down. �Thank you Master, it is a beautiful gift.� I said but
then added, �Of course you being pleased with me is more than enough of a
gift.�

Still facing away
from me Lucius spoke with a quiet clarity. �Take your dress off girl and
present to me.�

I did exactly what
he ordered; using the lessons I had learned from Lothar today to slip
gracefully into the Present pose.

Lucius finally
turned back to me and I could sense his own eyes trying hard to hold in
whatever thoughts and emotions he had. He walked quietly around me as his
elegant hand slid and caressed gently all around my back and sides, as though
scrutinizing my body carefully. His touch was sure but gentle and I felt a soft
shudder of arousal begin to grow in me, my nipples hardening in the warm drowsy
air in here.

�Stand.� Lucius
ordered me quietly and continued to caress and carefully examine my body. His
touch was as gentle and yet sure as Lothar�s had been the other night. �Lothar
healed you last night?�

�Yes Master.� I
answered and for the briefest moments I could have sworn I saw a flicker of
something unreadable behind the grey eyes. �He did a fine job.� Lucius merely
nodded. �It pleases me that you are not hurt or permanently marked.� He
suddenly stopped talking and turned abruptly from me, both his hands on his
desk and I could see his muscles tighten beneath the dark grey turtleneck he
wore.

I did not need to be
a wizard or mind reader to feel the waves of anger at himself and the conflict
within him. Without even being asked or given permission I hesitantly walked up
to him and my hands came up to his shoulders and began to gently rub as I would
do with Narcissa, to massage gently the way Lothar had taught me. All I wanted
to do was ease his pain and have him be content again and to have him and my
Mistress be as close as they were. The thought of them apart saddened me; the
thought of my Master tormented and angry saddened me.

For a moment his
muscles tightened even more rigidly but then he actually relaxed. After a few
seconds he abruptly turned back facing me and gently grabbed my wrists in his
powerful hands looking at me with clarity in those piercing eyes. �You may go
if you want to, girl.� He said quietly. �I have ordered you to do nothing.�

�No my master,� I
said as I briefly moved forward and nuzzled against the side of his neck in
respect and quiet gentleness. �You have not ordered me to, I want to. I need
you, my beloved Master.�

He drew me into him
and his lips sought out mine with a fierceness that was not sadistic but harsh
with barely controlled lust and want. He crushed me up hard against him as his
hands clasped hard around my back and then using his weight drew me to the
floor.

�Accio wand.� He raised his hand as his wand neatly flew to
his fingertips. He touched his clothing which disappeared off his body to a
neat pile on the floor. Were both on our knees facing one another as he
replaced his wand back on top of his desk.

I took his arms in
my hands and held them up as I kissed slowly up the arm that bore his dark mark
and then seductively allowed my tongue to run along the dark mark. His threw
his head back with a hiss between his clenched teeth and I could see his cock
instantly becoming tumescent at my kissing of his body as I continued to trail
the soft nibbles around his collar bone and then down his well toned chest
working my way across to his shoulders. As he often did to me, I suddenly
allowed my teeth to scrape roughly and harshly across his muscular shoulder and
his arms broke out of my hold and grabbed my shoulders in a tight grasp.

He pushed me onto
my back on the floor and lay atop me as once again our lips sought out one
another, his tongue thrusting deeply into my mouth, his hand running down the
length of my side and my thigh.

He broke the kiss
and I felt him move down as his tongue sought out my nipples and he began to
tongue and draw his teeth lightly against him. �Lightly or harsh my pet?� his
elegant voice asked me and this time when I looked in his eyes I saw the usual
fire of playful and predatory lust in his eyes.

�I always trust my
Master.� I murmured and I felt his hands grab my waist as he neatly flipped me
over beneath him so that I was on all fours, with my arse pointed up at him.

�Harsh it is.� He
teased in a slight drawl. His hands caressed my back a moment and then fastened
themselves around my waist as I felt him begin to rub his hard cock along the
soft crack of my ass, and then he took one hand and guided it to my aching
pussy.

He entered me in one
swift thrust and then leaned across my back as he gripped my shoulder from in a
hard grip and began to ram into me with an unrelenting drive.

My mind spiraled in a swirl of heat and arousal and lust and
I vividly remembered that night he and Narcissa had fucked just as this, and I
had so wished it to be me feeling my Master take me. I felt myself arch beneath
him, my inner muscles tighten around him as he drove into me hard enough to
nearly ram the breath out of my lungs. It was beyond anything I had ever felt
with him, and I truly did feel as if he was consuming me, as if he was a great
dark hawk spiraling up towards the sun and taking me along for the ride.

I could distantly
hear my own voice mewling in need and pleasure as I felt his hot breath along
side of me, his own growls of passion nearly synchronized with my own.

I had already cum
nearly 3 times by the time my Master finally settled into a rhythm he liked and
then milked himself hard and deep within me. Both of us were coated in sweat
and passion as he nimbly pulled off me and I collapsed into a tired pile on the
floor, a soft giggle on my lips.

�Are you being
snarky?� he asked as he stood up with a quirked eyebrow. But I could tell he
was not being serious, only teasing.

�No my master,� I
rolled over and regarded him as he used his wand to clean us both and then
redressed himself, �Simply enjoying the feeling of being truly yours.�

He gave a light harrumph
and then gently tossed my dress to me. �The anklet looks good on you.� He said.
�But then your devotion to service looks good on you as well.� A dark grin
spread on his face.

I stood up slipped
on the dress and gave him a quick curtsey. �I thank you for the compliment,
Master.� I said with a playful sincerity.

�Go on, get out.� He
gave me a slight swat to my ass. �I have business to attend to, and I think
Narcissa has been away to long, she should be here with me, not gallivanting
around on holiday. I will send her an owl this afternoon.�

My heart soared
with happiness.
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