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Narcissa	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Narcissa Views: 5814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Narcissa dipped her toes into the water, allowing its warmth to consume her body tenfold. She liked the water, particularly in the summer when emotions ran high and inhibitions ran low. It reminded her of summers spent in the beachside town of Sterling Harbour. The population was predominantly Pureblood, but she was never one to care for social order.
That, of course, had to change.
An arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her back into the strong torso of her husband – Lucius Malfoy. They were on holiday in the south of France with a select few of her husband’s work associates. It was supposed to be a private trip for the two of them, but Lucius took his work as serious as any Malfoy before him.
He was a strong-willed, stern man with traditional beliefs. In other words, he was the complete opposite of Narcissa. She had grown up listening to Muggle rock music when her parents weren’t around, whereas he’d spent the majority of his adolescence tending to his family’s extremist, right-wing principles.
Her friends had teased her when she announced their engagement. They placed bets on how long the marriage would last. It was all in good fun, really, but something about their lack of confidence in her choices made Narcissa question their loyalty – at first.
She loved Lucius.
He took good care of her. He provided her with a massive home and the most lavish clothing and jewelry money could buy. She was the best dressed at every gathering – be it business or social. Lucius wouldn’t dare let his wife’s skin touch something that wasn’t made of the finest material. He rarely used words to describe her, but Narcissa knew he found her beautiful by the token at which he pampered her.
The only downbeat in their romance lied in the fact that attraction was not synonymous with respect.
“Come inside,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve a surprise for you.”
Narcissa closed her eyes, feeling a gentle wind rush between her bare feet. She wanted to be back in Sterling Harbor with Joe Strummer singing her to sleep. She wanted to be anywhere – anywhere but there.
“What’s the matter?” asked Lucius, sensing her discomfort. “Are you cold? I told you not to stay out here.”
“I’m fine,” she blurted, biting down on her desired words. Narcissa turned around, facing him. “What’s the surprise?”
Her husband didn’t smile, not with his mouth anyway. He was a serious man, a quality in which she had initially found appealing.
He ushered her back to their waterfront villa, leaving behind the ocean and its comfort. Narcissa knew his eyes were on her sandy feet. Lucius was a stickler for cleanliness. It was one of his many quirks. She carefully drew her arm from his grasp and made way into the loo to give her feet a wash. Her husband waited by the window of their bedroom, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea.
She returned moments later, finding him by the liquor display. He handed her a glass of the finest Elvish wine available to France and they drank. Narcissa was careful not to drink too fast, knowing full well the stipulations of being married into the Malfoy clan. Their women weren’t quite the calm, subservient type, but they took their womanly duties seriously. She would not make a mockery of the name. She would take every precaution. She would never tarnish her reputation as Lucius’ demure, untainted wife.
The consequences of failing to do so rose to the surface too easily. Narcissa set down her practically untouched glass and tried to focus on something other than her husband’s all-consuming stare.
“Something is bothering you,” he deduced. “Tell me, Narcissa. What is it?”
She had imagined this moment time and time again. It went beautifully in her mind, with her in control, but in reality the control was far from her grasp. Narcissa twitched her mouth into the best smile she could muster. “You were right,” she voiced quietly. “I – I may have been outside for too long. It’s quite chilly.”
Lucius immediately draped his designer coat over her shoulders. “I need you warm for your surprise.”
She had no idea what his words meant. A surprise from Lucius could have meant anything. They were usually something Narcissa could wear.
“Here.” He handed her a rectangular box, wrapped in brush silver with a white ribbon holding everything in place.
Narcissa eyed him for clues, but his poker face was untouchable. She took hold of the box and tugged at the ribbon, watching it fall slowly to the marble flooring before unwrapping the gift. It was a white box, with silver tissue paper inside. The young woman carefully pulled away at the tissue paper until she found emerald green garments folded neatly in the centre.
“Do you like them?” asked Lucius.
His wife placed the box on the bed and held the garments between them. It was lingerie – a silk camisole with matching panties to be specific. Narcissa felt embarrassed by the lack of fabric.
“Do you?”
She looked upon her husband. “They – They’re gorgeous.”
Lucius looked pleased. He brushed his thumb over her left shoulder, whilst using the other hand to tilt her chin up for a kiss. They rarely kissed, in any passionate way, but when they did Narcissa could feel it everywhere.
He pulled away but remained close, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ears. “I want to see you in them.”
The young woman felt her lips tremble. “Now?”
“Now.” Lucius pushed his coat off of her and felt along her back for the zipper on her dress. He slowly pulled it down. Her dress fell to her feet, revealing a white brassiere and white cotton knickers. “I’ll wait here.”
Narcissa took these words for their worth and made way for the bathroom. She gently closed the door behind her and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled mess from the wind and her cheeks were flushed. She grabbed at some makeup and hair products, creating a natural yet put together look, before slipping off her undergarments and replacing them with the new ones. Her breasts perked against the silk camisole, whilst the panties offered little coverage over the core of her husband’s desire.
With one last look in the mirror to make sure everything was in place, Narcissa twisted open the doorknob and found Lucius standing less than a foot away. He instantly wrapped his arms around her torso and engulfed her in an exquisite kiss.
Her camisole remained on for only a few moments, before Lucius yanked it from her body and threw it to the floor. The couple made way for the bed, falling into the pillows as though they were made of clouds. Narcissa had never felt such passion from her husband, not since their honeymoon a year ago.
Lucius hovered over her, pulling his own shirt over his head and cascading down her body. She could feel his lips and tongue brush over various parts, until they reached the rim of her panties. He tugged them off with his teeth and gave her a taste of what was in store with just one finger.
“What – What’s wrong?” she panted.
Her husband glanced up, eyes twitching. “You forgot.”
Narcissa paused for a long moment. “I – Oh – Let me – I’ll –”
The words never left her mouth. Instead Narcissa felt the sting of her mistakes. She held a hand to her cheek, where Lucius had struck her and bit back the tears. “I’m s – sorry,” she struggled to say. “I’ll f – fix it.”
“There’s no way to fix it,” he spat. “The moment is over. The entire night has been ruined by your idiocy!”
Narcissa jolted as her husband slammed his fist against the pillow, inches away from her face. She could feel her heart beating wild. “I’m so sorry.”
“Being sorry won’t fix the fact that you’re…impure.”
Any third party would have had no inkling as to what he was speaking of, but Narcissa knew. It was customary for her, when making love, to ensure Lucius got what he desired – a virgin wife. Narcissa had been a virgin when they married, but they had engaged in intercourse many times since then. Lucius preferred her pure, as he liked to put it, which led him to track down a potion that could make that happen.
Narcissa was to take the potion once a week, on the same hour of the same day. This proved to be the second time she had forgotten to do so, the first of which resulted in a similar experience. She tried to calm herself, knowing tears would only fuel his temper.
“I go through all this trouble of taking you on holiday and showering you with everything a woman could desire, and this is how you thank me.” Lucius shook his head with disgust.
Narcissa placed a frightful hand on his shoulder, shocked when he didn’t recoil and kissed his jaw with trembling lips. “Let me do something to – to make up for it,” she offered. “I don’t want to waste the night.”
“What are you suggesting?” he asked, unimpressed.
She used her other hand to slide between his legs, and lowered her head. “I want to reward you,” Narcissa whispered, knowing this was the only way. “I want to make you feel good.”
Lucius stayed still, at first, but eventually pressed back against the pillows and allowed his wife to do her deed – though he wasn’t gentle about it. He tugged and knotted her hair, thrusting into her mouth with so much force that Narcissa felt as though she would burst, but in a matter of five or so minutes…it was over.
She rolled onto her back, beside him and breathed a sigh of relief as his low snores filled the air.
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