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Title: Mother Dearest
Author: Lady Feylene
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Narcissa/Draco
Warning: Non-consensual incest. Forced sexual acts. Mother/son sexual interaction. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein do not belong to me, I am making no money off of this.
Summary: Narcissa has had enough of Draco's insolence and back talk, and decides to put him in his place once and for all. Just an interesting little idea I've been playing around with. I've been experimenting with het pairings recently, of all types. And of course I have a bit of an incest fetish...

Mother Dearest
Narcissa Malfoy observed her son across the breakfast table with a critical eye. She was struck with how much he favored his father. Especially this past summer, in his sixteenth year. His formerly soft features had leaned and hardened, and his lazy look had grown to one of acute sharpness. He looked much as the Lucius of long ago, when he had first captured the eye of his current wife.
"Yes?" Draco looked up, grey eyes fixing on his mother. "You're staring, mother."
"Am I?" Nara sha shrugged. She had not quite realized it. //He must have captured many the young heart.// She decided. He had a pale, elegant beauty. Smoky eyes, porcelain skin, pouting lips, and a lean form were enough to make any woman's mouth dry and pulse quicken.
"Yes, you are. Stop it." Draco frowned, and Narcissa smiled indulgently.
"I was simply noticing how much you've grown, my pet." Lucius must be quite proud. Not that Narcissa would know. She and her husband hardly spoke anymore. A rift had grown between them, and was ever widening with each passing day. And now it seemed Draco was growing away from her as well.
"Oh." Draco didn't seem to be in much of the mood to talk.
"Is everything all right?"
"Fine, Mother." But the words were snapped out, harshly. Narcissa was a reserved woman, but she was still a mother. She knew that something was bothering her son.
"Don't take that tone with me." She warned, her voice tinted with ice.
"Oh honestly mother, I am hardly a child and you've no need to scold me as such."
"Oh really?" She was taken aback by the sudden rebellion in her son. He had always been...well, rather an extension of Lucius and herself. He never spoke out of turn, save perhaps to whine and whimper a bit.
"Yes." He looked up, and Narcissa had to take a quick breath. There was a challenging look in his eyes, one Narcissa knew well from her life with Lucius. Draco had more of his father in him then she had imagined. But he was still a child, *her* child.
"I believe you are mistaken, Draco." Narcissa rose, smoothing her pale grey robes over her hips. "And you will not speak to me in such a manner, I am your mother."
"And that really means little, all things considered." Draco leaned back, adopting a bored expression. He looked a sullen seraphim, haughty and aloof. And he had a look far older then his years. Much to Narcissa's surprise, it made her pulse race.
"Draco, dear," Narcissa said, her voce silkily soft, "I believe we need to have a bit of a chat."
"Mother I..."
"Now, Draco." Narcissa had not survived years married to Lucius Malfoy by being dulcet or meek. She was a powerful, cruel woman in her own right. There had been a time, years before Draco's birth, when she had been able to control even her own husband. Those days were long gone, but she remembered them. Her voice left no room for argument.
Draco followed, reluctantly. Narcissa wasn't entirely sure what she was going to do, but Draco would be brought in hand. Regardless of what it took.
"Mother, please." Draco said, his voice placating. "I'm sorry I snapped, but..."
"I did not say that you could speak." Narcissa snapped, turning. Her lips curved up in a small smile at the stricken look on her son's face. Again, she felt that small shiver of excitement. It was a long dormant feeling, but well remembered.
"Sorry." Draco muttered. Narcissa opened the door to her own chambers (she slept separately from her husband) and ushered Draco in.
"Sit." Narcissa snapped, eyebrows drawing together as Draco sullenly took a seat on the bed. He sighed, folding his arms. He *was* getting on her nerves. He needed to be put in his place.
"What is it, mother?" His voice still had a bit of a petulant tone. Losing her temper, she slapped Draco. Her hand hit his cheek with a resounding sound, and Draco looked up, wide eyed, as a bit of blood trickled from his lips. The deep crimson contrasted beautifully against pale white skin. Grey eyes were large, lip trembling. Narcissa felt a rush of power. Power she had not felt in years. A dangerous glint coming to her eyes, she grabbed Draco's chin, holding his head firmly in place, and slowly licked the blood from his lips.
"M-mother..." Draco whimpered, drawing back from Narcissa's lips.
She *was* a woman, and her son was an attractive young man.
"But...mother, stop it..." There was panic in Draco's voice. Unfortunately for him, speaking only allowed Narcissa access to his mouth. She held him still, as he tried wildly to scramble away. Her hand slid up, grabbing his hair roughly.
"You will not tell me what to do!" Narcissa hissed, kissing down his neck. His skin was salty and sweet, and his pulse trembled beneath her lips. "Now...undress for me..."
The situation was causing Narcissa to become weak kneed. She had not planned on advancing on her son in a sexual manner, but now that she had begun, she couldn't stop. He was desirable, and her needs had been too long denied.
"Mother...please..."
"You should of that of this before hand." Narcissa stood back, arms folded as she raised an eyebrow. "Now remove your clothing. Or must I do it for you?"
Cheeks tinged with pink, Draco slowly began peeling off his clothing. Narcissa sucked in a quick breath, eyes glittering as her son's pale, smooth flesh was revealed. He was unblemished and perfect, skin white and sleek. Slender and toned chest, tapered waist, slightly flared hips...
"Good boy." Narcissa shuddered, her hands running over her body as she gazed on her naked son. She could feel the junction of her thighs begin to moisten, and she bit her lower lip. Though what to do now? Draco looked positively terrified, and not the least bit aroused. "Touch yourself."
"Mother...don't make me do this...you can't make me do this..."
"I can and I will!" Narcissa lashed at Draco again, this time her nails catching his cheek rather then her palm. She felt blood on her fingers, and slowly licked it off. "Now touch yourself. And at least *try* and look like you're enjoying it. For my sake."
Draco whimpered, slowly reaching down the length of his body to take his limp member in hand. He closed his eyes, his facial expression one of grotesque disgust. But to his credit, he began slowly stroking himself, his organ twitching sporadically from the attentions. Narcissa arched her body. Her breathing shallow and rough.
"Good...boy." Narcissa unfastened her robes, letting them drop to her feet. Beneath it she wore a black satin corset, black panties, and a silver anklet fastened about her left ankle. She sat next to Draco, taking his hands in her own. "Now touch me..."
"Mother, please, anything but this..."
"You will do as you are told."
"But..." His eyes were pleading, and he looked far younger then his sixteen years. But Narcissa was beyond caring.
"Shhh. It's all right." She whispered to him, stroking hair back behind his ears. She placed one hand on her breast, and one on her thigh. She could feel his hands cringing away from her, curling back, fighting her. But she held them down, not allowing him to deny her. This would teach him a lesson. This would put him in his place, and keep him there.
"Come now Draco, do as mother tells you..." Narcissa coaxed, and felt Draco's fingers tighten sporadically on her flesh. She moaned, manipulating his fingers. It was easier that way. She urged his hand up her thigh, between her legs...
"Mother...please..." He whimpered, but Narcissa ignored him. Let him beg, let him plead. He had been cosseted and spoiled, and this would be the end of it. He needed to learn that he couldn't get all he wanted by jutting out his lower lip and widening his eyes. She pressed his hand between her thighs, on the fabric of her panties. He jerked away, but she held it there firmly.
"You will stop arguing." She told him. "Or do I need to use Imperio on you?"
"You wouldn't!: Draco looked up at her, aghast at the very thought.
"I would." She nodded. She wouldn't, really, but it did well to let him think so. He swallowed hard, and nodded, that defiant gleam coming to is eyes. It was as though he had reached some sort of decision. He tossed hie head, eyes narrowing.
"Fine." He said. He moved his fingers against her, molding the fabric against her moist slit. A gasp escaped her lips as Draco continued prying his fingers into her, his other hand crushing her breast. And all the while he watched her.
//That prat!// he was trying to gain the upper hand. He as trying to shift the situation, to place himself in the position of power! And as he pulled aside her panties, and moved his fingers over smooth damp skin, Narcissa decided he had a good chance of doing so.
"What's the matter, mother?" Draco asked, his voice drawling.
"Nothing."
It was a power play now. And Draco's fingers slipped into her, twisting skillfully. His thumb slipped upwards, pressing against sensitive spots. She moaned, her body rigid. Draco played with he breasts, before moving downwards, pressing her back against the bed.
"Lie down mother." He told her, pulling her panties off and tossing them aside. He knelt between her legs, spreading her thighs. This was getting out of control. This wasn't supposed to be the way it went. This was about her asserting control over her son, not the other way around!
But Draco's tongue over her slit made her shiver and scream, and grasp at the sheets beneath her. He was obviously not inexperienced. In fact, he was damn right talented. He ravaged her with his mouth, and soon she was writhing in the throes of a powerful orgasm.
"Satisfied?" Draco snapped, sitting up and wiping off his mouth.
"No...." How had he done that? One moment at her mercy the next...she shuddered.
"Well, that's all you're going to get. And I'd like you to please remember this the next time you attempt to 'discipline' me."
"Draco!" That snide tone! He felt he had the position of power....but didn't he?
"Oh, shut up mother. Look at yourself! It took me maybe ten seconds to have you flat on your back, legs spread. Come now..." He licked his lips, seductively. "You've lost mother...but I made losing feel rather good, didn't I?"
He was doing in on purpose. He was using his sexuality against her. Perhaps he had more of her in him then she had first thought.
"We will...discuss this again, Draco." She warned him.
"No we won't. And you will let me do as I please." Draco said, dressing quickly. He sneered at her, and wrinkled his nose in disgust at her. "I think I proved to you that I'm a man, and beyond your control. And for merlin's sake, clean yourself up before father sees you like that. You're a disgrace."
With that, Draco sauntered out of the room. Narcissa gaped after him, her mind still attempting to wrap around what had just happened. Draco had gained the upper hand. Draco had turned the tables completely. She had lost control.
But it wasn't going to happen again.
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