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Blood and Vows	By : MJurjevic Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 38654 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Nine: Slowly Turning the Tables
A/N: My apologies to those who have been following this story for my long absence on it. It has been a rough period, but thankfully, it’s over, and I can resume writing and finishing Astoria's and Lucius’ tale, slowly but surely. The Mewling Quim establishment here is and will be a created branch location, based on and inspired from the wonderful story Where Your Loyalties Lie by the wonderful Advanced Smut Making. This story is dedicated to and written for the lovely star_girl.
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Astoria held Lucius' burning gaze as she replied, "I believe you know Neville Longbottom—"
"Little sister!" cut in Daphne, one of the two witches along with another wizard in Lucius' company.
As Astoria's apparently tipsy sibling clumsily attempted giving her a cursory hug of affection, Lucius introduced the others. "Yesss, and I believe you know Augustus Rookwood, and of course, Draco's dear old friend, Pansy Parkinson."
"Of course."
Each witch gave the other a tight smile as Rookwood stepped aside to speak to the maitre d'.
Lucius' hawk-like gaze turned sharply to Neville. "Mr Longbottom, you and Astoria shall join us. We have a private dining room reserved."
"We've just finished eating, but thank you," parried Neville tactfully.
Lucius gave a terse look to Neville. "It wasn't a question. I insist. Come now, Longbottom, surely you're up for an after dinner cordial? You're not in a rush are you, my good man?"
"Actually, he was going to escort me home," informed Astoria, rising.
"Yes, Mrs Malfoy suggested my seeing your exceptional botanical conservatory." Neville said as he stood and pulled out Astoria's chair for her.
Lucius cocked his head. "Mrs Malfoy, my wife? Or Astoria?" He smiled, baring his teeth. "Or perhaps both of the ladies have given you an open invitation?"
"I know I surely would," giggled Daphne, sashaying over to Neville. She drunkenly squeezed him on the bicep. "Who would've thought you'd become so handsome, Longbottom? It seems like only yesterday you were this funny little Gryffindor carrying a big fat toad around all the time."
Pansy's eyes were shining with a secret as she and Astoria caught and held each others gaze again. Then Parkinson slowly stroked Lucius on the arm, saying, "Oh, let them go and have their little fun in the botanical conservatory." She raised a pencilled-in eyebrow, purring, "I'll be sure to let Draco know later on this evening that Astoria's not sitting home all alone and bored."
Astoria froze. "And how or why would you do that? Draco is in Prague."
Pansy smiled slyly, correcting her, "No, he was in Paris. But he returned to London earlier this evening. Didn't he tell you where he was going? When he was returning?"
"She probably wasn't listening," teased Daphne.
"How do you—"
"Because he was with me, Astoria. As a cultural liaison to France for our Ministry, the Department of International Magical Cooperation—"
"Draco is a liaison consultant between the Department of International Magical Control—"
"Exactly Astoria. We liaison heads were at a Paris congregation."
"How well do you know your own husband, silly Astoria?" taunted Daphne.
"More than you could ever imagine in your empty dreams, Daphne," warned Astoria, her chest beating wildly. For in truth, she hadn’t listened so well to what Draco had said before leaving. At the time, she was in the midst of attempting to procure Lucius’ semen sample and having Draco believe the fertility results were his. Let alone the confusing feelings she was experiencing for each Malfoy man, for very different reasons. Or are they? Both Draco and Lucius are—
Pansy’s boasting snapped Astoria out of her private thoughts. "Well, we both returned together, just arrived in fact, and briefed Minister Shacklebolt. Darling Draco is still in another meeting, but he promised to join up with us later." Pansy added an after thought. "And Draco always keeps his promise."
Astoria couldn't help but feel miffed, and it apparently showed.
"Can this be? You truly didn't know he'd returned?" Pansy smiled a smile of triumph. "Suppose he didn't feel it was important to let you know he was back—"
Daphne giggled. "Or else he just wanted to enjoy his freedom a few hours more before returning to his old ball and chain—"
"Indeed, ladies," cut in Lucius; his cool, smooth tone had an edge to it, shutting them up instantly. "To belong to the house of Malfoy, not that either of you would know, but Malfoy men always make it a tradition to surprise their wives with something very, very special upon return from travelling. I daresay you'll be even more green with envy of Astoria by this time tomorrow than you are of her already."
Both Pansy's and Daphne's mouths dropped open, and they blinked in surprise.
"How about that drink, Longbottom?" Augustus Rookwood said, clapping Neville goodnaturedly on the back.
Quickly recovering from being reminded to know their places by Lucius, Daphne and Pansy turned toward Longbottom, and they instantly pounced, seeming to wish to please and aid Lucius' request.
"Oh, yes, do, please do," begged Daphne, taking Neville clingingly by the arm.
No longer seeming nettled, Pansy focused on her new target of interest and urged, "Perhaps just one then, Longbottom? We're dying to catch up on everyone at Hogwarts, and now that you're a professor, you can give us the inside scoop."
Astoria watched as Daphne sultrily begged in a little girl voice, "Pretty please, Neville? Please, please, please?" And her stomach fluttered as he sheepishly gave in to her sister, answering, "Very well."
Astoria watched as Pansy swept in front of her and latched on to Rookwood's arm as he led them deeper into the restaurant's interior, leaving her with Lucius.
His demeanour had softened, and his voice was hoarse as he offered her his arm, whispering, "My dear?"
Astoria didn't look at him but played the role expected and took his arm allowing him to guide her behind the others. She tingled from head to toe as he placed his hand on top of hers, giving a firm squeeze. And again, her heart raced as his fingertips brushed her lower backside below her waist as they were seated beside one another.
As they sat in the plush, private room with oversized, cushioned leather banquettes placed around an octangular-shaped table in an octangular shaped room, Astoria could feel Lucius' heat.
And she could not deny as the apéritifs and appetizers were served—and then even more drinks—that she was oddly both comforted and excited by Lucius having protectively defended her and Draco's marriage as well as his physical presence, sitting so near her.
Their thighs touched time to time when she shifted on her seat, and when she looked at Lucius, he sat proudly, giving her an appreciative look from under his long lashes only to then smirk at one of the others as they addressed him. Moreover, he continually attended to her glass, asking her if there was anything else that she needed. His noticeable attention to her was a visual reminder to the others that she belonged to the house of Malfoy—should they forget—and she was a priority to him.
She felt herself growing warm from the alcohol and his attention and clear favouritism for her amongst the others. It feels... so very nice...
As she watched Neville become more and more susceptible to Daphne and Pansy's charms, Augustus' compliments, and the alcohol being generously served and consumed more and more, she reflected on Lucius' demeanour, Draco's seeming betrayal. No, it's not betrayal... It's...
She started to feel lightheaded and sad... And the more she caught and held Lucius' glances, the more confused and needy she grew.
For she and Lucius sat silently, their thighs now comfortably touching, pressed warmly against each others like magnets clinging together, their mutual look of curiosity at one another becoming more frequent in between watching the others become more and more animated and intoxicated.
Only time to time did she or Lucius take a sip of liqueur or contribute an utterance to a comment if asked directly by the others. Otherwise, they watched in a comfortable albeit aloof silence at the four others who were apparently hitting it off extremely well.
Once and a while during her flirtateous interrogating of Neville, Pansy threw Astoria a vindictive look, which she would have responded to except that each time she started, she felt the touch of Lucius' hand on hers under the table. And his firm squeeze. In those seconds she could not help but look at Lucius and found not his usual haughty countenance but something else being expressed.
A knot twisted inside her as she pegged it for what it was. Pity! He pities me? How dare he? She raised her head and impatiently announced, "I'm leaving."
Neville who seemed by now to be in a very inebriated but very happy state, tried to stand only to be held back by Rookwood. "Just a while longer, Astoria."
"That's right. Don't you want to wait for Draco?" Pansy asked her pedantically. "Don't you want to wait for your husband?"
"No, you can give him a message for me, Pansy. Tell him, his wife is eagerly waiting for him at home in bed."
Lucius coolly tsked and then said, "Now, now, ladies. I believe the dilemma is where our dear Draco shall meet us. Wasn't it elsewhere for our rendez-vous, Augustus?"
Rookwood eyes danced with salicious amusement. "Ah, yes. The Mewling Quim."
Both Daphne and Pansy let out squeals of laughter, as Neville blinked, confused, asking, "The mewling what?"
"Just a little place in Knockturn Alley where Augustus happens to be on very good terms with the proprietor."
"You've never been, Longbottom?" asked Pansy with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"No."
"Oh, but you must, you must, mustn't he, Pansy? Augustus?" chimed in Daphne.
Pansy plopped herself down in Neville's lap, placing her arms around his neck, whispering, "It'll change your life forever... in a good way, Longbottom."
"How?" His eyes grew wide as Pansy secretively whispered in his ear for several seconds.
At his shocked but curious expression, shrieks of laughter peeled out from Daphne and Pansy. "Well, I don't know. I mean, I should—we should... I need to take Astoria—" Neville gave a look to Astoria for what to do.
Lucius took charge of the situation. "Don't worry about Astoria, Longbottom. I'll take care of her." His eyes glinted as he decided, "We'll wait here for a while for Draco, and you four go and wait for him there. He'll be sure to show up in one place or the other."
Immediately, Pansy and Daphne squealed with excitement, hoisting Neville up and tugging him along with them as Rookwood smugly commented to her and Lucius, "The night is young. Enjoy."
The Department of Mysteries official swooped her hand up to his lips and kissed it, then just as swiftly turned and hurried to catch up with the excitable witches and Longbottom blissfully being encouraged along.
Lucius watched his old friend and company until they were out of eyesight and then murmurred, "Unspeakables... They lead such interesting private lives. Wouldn't you agree, my dear?" Lucius took a sip from his cognac, and Astoria felt his eyes upon her.
Suddenly, she had a lump in her throat and could not reply. Instead, she took sips, emptying her glass, as they sat in silence with only the restaurant's music faintly heard in the background. I think it's Chopin... She was finding it difficult to think of anything else to distract her from being aware that they were alone together.
She felt her heart begin to thud harder and harder as she felt the heat of Lucius' gaze and finally asked as casually as she could, "How long shall we wait for him?"
"For as long as needed." Lucius refilled her glass. "It could be hours—or it could be several minutes. They're gone; you may relax and enjoy yourself."
"Relax?" She turned to him, remembering again all of Pansy's and Daphne's taunting ignited her agitated emotions. "How can I relax knowing that Draco—Draco... Why didn't he tell me he was arriving back to London tonight? How is it that Pansy knew—"
"Miss Parkinson is a very, very old friend." Lucius paused to let it sink in. "Besides being a professional colleague, she is a very close friend, a companion of sorts to Draco. Always has been." He sniffed and bluntly stated, "So you shouldn't feign being surprised."
"I'm not!" She took a large sip of the cognac.
Gasping softly, she watched as Lucius gently wiped her still moistened lips with his forefinger. "As I said, you can now relax and enjoy yourself."
His heavy-lidded eyes gave her an appreciative look.
"You're looking particularly lovely this evening," he commented in a low voice as he leaned forward, and ever so slowly his fingertips traced her skin from her earlobe, down her neck, and further, to where her breasts began to round. "You're glowing. Absolutely glowing, my dear."
Astoria felt as if both petrified and on fire by his touch. She couldn't move and was only aware of her body thrumming with expectation and her heart pounding.
"But you need cheering up. You've been quite neglected." Stroking feather lightly over one breast then the other, Lucius' fingers were then replaced by his lips, giving her breasts soft pecks.
"What—what are you doing?" She gasped. "Draco could be here at any second!"
She grabbed his shoulders to make as if to push him away, the feel of his long hair tickling the sensitive skin of her exposed breasts even as his hot mouth and lips nudge the décolleté's cloth downward, finding, releasing, and teasing her areola with his sharp tongue. She felt her nipple hardening under his skilled lips and tongue, swirling and swirling, around and around, even as she tried to push him away.
She heard him whispering heatedly, "I feel your... pain." Then his mouth was on hers.
"You know nothing of my pain," she snarled, shoving him away and reaching for her wand from her skirt's pocket. "As if you care!"
Quick as a flash, Lucius whipped his own wand out and sealed the room from any one entering. He turned to her and saw Astoria with her wand in hand, as if about to throw a hex. But he also saw that she was hesitating.
He hissed, "Care? When I saw you with Longbottom—" In a flash, he Accioed her wand to him, disarming her. "Longbottom the Pureblooded Serpent Slayer. I could barely control myself." He watched her chest rise and fall, and he slowly moved closer again, placing their wands on the cushioned seat behind him. "I warned you about making me jealous. You are mine."
Even though his look was fierce, she felt his fingers gently touch her face and slowly stroke her neck downwards, outlining her shoulders, breasts; his hands moved lower to her waist and rested on the curve of her hips. She was trembling from his touch and nearness and unwavering gaze, causing her to weakly remind him, "Draco will be com—"
"Draco won't be coming here," he said gruffly. "I believe you know he won't come here."
She felt his head lower and his lips upon hers, unexpectedly gentle like his touch. She began to tremble again. It disorientated her further as she broke their contact and feebly asked in a hoarse whisper, "So where will he be heading to directly after his meeting?"
"Where do you think, my dear?"
Astoria closed her eyes, and her voice was hoarse with emotion as she said, "Home."
"No, try again." His comment wasn't made cruelly, but neutrally, as was his question, "Come, come now. Who has he made a clandestine promise to, already, for this evening?"
Astoria shook her head slowly, feeling his hot breath as he nuzzled the sensitive skin on her neck. "No. He will come here first. And then, he will—we will go home. Together!" Her trembling flowed through her like waves of sparkling energy as she futilely continued to deny this newfound other side of her husband she was being forced to accept. "No. Draco loves me."
"True, he does. In his fashion, very much so," whispered Lucius as he slowly gathered her tighter into his arms.
"No!" cried out Astoria. "No."
Lucius' arms embraced her in a steel grip, and his eyes pierced hers as he clarified fiercely, "Compared to you, Parkinson is nothing to Draco. A mere long-time friend with benefits. But you, my dear, you are his wife, the future mother of his child."
Our child... Lucius was about to add but held his tongue and waited until he felt her calm a bit in his embrace before he pointed out further facts again to her.

"However, they go way back... Layers of history."
"So have we!"
"Exactly... You have one history with Draco, Pansy another."
"I thought she was out of his life... in that way."
"Obviously not."
"So just another thing I am to continue to accept, to categorize, put in its box, label it, and then to ignore?"
"Yesss... and you will endure the trivialities you come across, as you come across them, and you will overcome any minor, seeming setbacks." She felt his lips pressing and sucking her sensitive spots on her neck, causing her toes to curl, whispering as if it were a bewitchment, "You will prevail and be just as strong, just as wilful and powerful, more powerful than Draco... than Parkinson, as you already are, Astoria."
He ensorcelled her with his natural magic, and she felt a pain of throbbing need, a pain of disillusionment about him well up inside her, for his energy was so passionately needing to give affection and wishing it to be reciprocated. A single tear rolled down her cheek as an exquisite sensation washed over her from head to toe.
Lucius touched her cheek lightly with his thumb pad, wiping the tear away, and then just as gently kissed her closed eyelids. Slowly his lips lowered onto hers, and he was murmuring, "Astoria... Astoria... take revenge... Take what is yours to take... Let me help you meet your potential, unleash yourself with me."
His kisses grew more demanding; his tongue was plunging into her mouth, searching and demanding that she reciprocate fully. Something seemed to snap inside Lucius as his head lunged back down, finding and sucking on her pointed nipples even as one hand began to caress her thigh, her skirt being nudged upwards. She felt the hard leather of the cushioned banquette bench under her as he guided her down on it.
Abruptly he sat back up and watched her watch him as his other hand stroked and explored under her skirt, finding where her thigh-high stockings ended and where her knicker's lace edges began. "Unleash yourself with me," he whispered again as his fingers followed the heat between her legs, to under the centre of her dampened knickers. He caressed her soft, plump vaginal lips and ever so slowly discovered her centre and began to probe her, one finger, then two, in and out. His hawk-like gaze watched her as her mouth fell open, yielding to his finger fucking; her muscles clenched around his fingers, faster and faster.
Then again, abruptly he broke away and sat back.
She was so wet, and her muscles were still contracting in aroused anticipation.
They spoke not a word as she clumsily sat up, for she was now shaking with need... raw need.
Lucius took a sip of cognac and then asked, "What do you want, Astoria?"
Panting, she challenged, "What do you want, Lucius?"
"I want to serve, please, obey and worship you, my dear," he purred.
She felt aflame with frustration... and betrayal... and confusion... and need... and then back to frustration in all of its forms, but the immediate, uncontrollable one being... release. She felt like she was going to explode.
"I understand what you're feeling, Astoria." Lucius asked coolly, "Are you strong enough? Are you strong enough to take what you need? Do you think either Draco or Pansy ever stop from getting what they need? What they want? Hmm?"
Something snapped deep in Astoria. She saw Pansy's amused face. Draco's aloofness. She suddenly remembered being slammed up against the Room of Requirement's wall at Hogwarts, Draco's uncontrollable need to fuck her then and there, her giving herself to him... her not having any control, not believing that she needed to have any... that she just needed to be for him... service him. That's what I've done for him my whole life... That's what love is, isn't it? What I vowed to Draco to be?
She looked at Lucius as he asked her again softly, "What do you need at this very moment, Astoria? Do you need... release?"
He gasped as she suddenly leaned forward and placed her hand on his thigh. He met her look and began to breathe shallowly as he guided her hand to his cock, and she began to firmly stroke his shaft up and down through the cloth of his trousers, as she began tugging his growing erection rhythmically.
"Nothing more? Let me service you, Astoria," he whispered in her ear, his voice hitching at each tug, "Dominate me! Take what you need!"
Something snapped deep within Astoria; something was unleashed.
She spoke not a word but instead moved closer beside him and began to unbutton his trousers' flap and then rose and straddled his lap, facing him.
She felt for his cock, arched her back, raising herself several inches only to then guide his erection to her center and then ever so slowly began to lower herself, pressing her weight down around and on his shaft, sheathing him deeper and deeper inside. At first, she braced her arms against the restaurant's massive, heavy table pressing into her back behind her as she began to rock herself upward and forward, then back and down. Her knees began to slide on the cushioned leather, but she felt Lucius grab her thighs, shimmy his hands over and onto her buttocks, pressing them in place, steadying her movements as she began to fuck him harder and harder. She could feel Lucius breathing become sharper, his cock filling her deeper and deeper as he instinctively thrust upward and harder inside her.
Vaguely, she heard the sound of falling plates behind her as their movements knocked and shook the table sporadically. Hearing the clash of dinnerware cascading, a frenzy took over her, and she lunged her torso forward grabbing and holding onto Lucius for life as they both began to grind and fuck each other in a wild, delirious state until Astoria jolted in orgasm, crying out his name over and over as he came deep inside her.
They held each other tight, both panting and gasping to catch their breath.
"You're marvelous... Exquisite," Lucius whispered in between breaths. "Mistress." His lips nuzzled her neck as his fingers pulled the fabric down, completely freeing one breast for him to fully suckle on its piercing nipple.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes...," she whimpered and clenched his cock so hard her vaginal muscles pushed him out of her hot, wet cunt.
It was to his delight that she arched into his suckling, and he felt their post-come flowing out of her onto his crotch. He stroked and felt between her legs, her juicy wetness, her slippery slit and swollen vaginal lips. As he teasingly bit down on her nipple, his thumb pad pressed against her swollen clit, and he held her tight as he eased off on the pressure only to then tease her sensitive nub in circular motions, around and around and around... He watched in satisfaction and pride as she came again in his hand and then caught her mouth with his as she pressed her forehead against his, panting, panting, panting...
"I want you to come and come and come, be totally owned by me, and I by you," he was whispering heatedly. "Do you understand, my sweet?"
He chuckled softly as she uncontrollably shuddered and undulated on him as if she were having another sweet climax and suggested, "Let’s return to the Manor. The night is young."
Suddenly, she twisted around and grabbed her cognac, knocking it back, draining the glass dry. Placing the glass back down with a snap, she said breathlessly, "Yes, the night is young. I want to go to the Mewling Quim."
Knowing the signs of a witch who’d reached her libations limit, he firmly replied, "No, you don’t."
"Yes… Yes, I do," she stubbornly insisted. "If you don’t take me, I’ll find it and go by myself." She tipsily but purposely ground her wet cunt on his semi-erect cock, teasing him.
He hissed in pleasure. Very well… It’ll only make her come to me more broken and desperate than ever if she sees Draco’s inviolably private place. "You might not like what you see."
"I already don’t like what I don’t see, so does it matter? Besides, we need to see if I’m strong enough to take it, whatever it might be, yes? And if I’m not, I’ll need to unleash myself again, Lucius. It’s a win-win situation for you, and that’s really what matters, isn’t it?"
Lucius slowly covered her exposed nipple and just as slowly guided her off his lap. He tucked his cock back into his trousers, buttoning up while watching Astoria pour herself more cognac and said, "I think… it best if we returned home. I don’t believe you’re used to the amount of liqueur you’re consuming."
Clearly potty, Astoria leaned in and whispered fiercely, "Take me to the Mewling Quim, and I’ll do whatever you want."
Lucius raised an eyebrow, giving her a salacious look.
"Anything, my dear Astoria?"
She swayed slightly but petulantly pledged, "Anything!"
Lucius gentilly helped her stand up and tuck her skirt down to its proper place.
He Accioed their wands, both pocketing them away, and smiled to Astoria, saying, "Then by all means, my dear, your wish is my command."
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