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slytherintrikru · 7 months

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Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x gryffindor!muggleborn!reader (SHE’S OF AGE)

Word count: 6224

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 16+, fingering, clit rubbing, cock in Vigina, male and female, adult content, adult language, cuss words, clit licking, degrading, fluff if you squint, pet names, anguish, cheating, heartbreak, revenge, crying, Lucius comforting Y/N?, aftercare, praise, daddy kink, cum swallowing, fluff, out of character Lucius, 2 almost 3 years after the 2nd wizarding war, younger woman with older man, first time together, heated make out session, kissing, hickeys, love bites, SFW if you squint. (SHE IS OF AGE)

Summary: Y/N wanted to surprise Draco by visiting him at the Malfoy Manor but ended up catching him cheating instead. While leaving she bumps into Lucius Malfoy and things get kinda heated. (SHE’S OF AGE)

Requested: by no one this is my idea

A/N: Hello, my fellow Dreamers, hope you like this. Please give me your feedback. BTW I also already posted this on my AO3 account @ slytherintrikru.

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Y/N navigated her way up the meandering, earthy path that led to the formidable gates of the Malfoy Manor. These gates, a grand testament to the opulence within, were adorned with wrought-iron craftsmanship that gleamed even in the muted light of dusk. Beyond the gates, a long, majestic driveway, flanked by a procession of ancient trees, guided her toward the mansion's imposing facade. Standing before her, the Malfoy Manor exuded an aura of architectural splendor. Its stately stone walls rose gracefully, adorned with intricate details that whispered of centuries past. Tall, narrow windows punctuated the facade, their panes seeming to conceal secrets within, bestowing upon the house an air of sinister allure.

The estate on which the manor resided was vast and mysterious. A dark forest encroached upon the edges of the property, casting eerie shadows that played hide-and-seek with the waning daylight. In stark contrast to this enigmatic woodland, a lush and meticulously cultivated garden graced the manor's rear, a testament to the Malfoy family's penchant for grandeur and elegance.

With each deliberate step, Y/N's heartbeat quickened. Her trembling hand reached out to rap upon the massive, wooden double doors that guarded the entrance. She couldn't have fathomed that she would ever find herself returning to this nightmarish place, where the echoes of her torment at the hands of Voldemort and his fanatical followers still reverberated in the depths of her memory. It had been two agonizing years since that fateful day when Fenrir Greyback had dragged her through those very doors, her hair pulled viciously as she struggled to match the monstrous pace set by her captor. The same mansion had borne witness to her harrowing encounter with the Dark Lord himself, the malevolent figure who had imprinted the dreaded Death Eater mark upon her left arm—a mark she had desperately sought to eradicate for almost three long years.

The reason for her presence here, despite the haunting memories, was her enduring love for Draco. Three years had passed since the inception of their clandestine relationship, but their bond remained unshaken. Draco's parents, however, were a formidable obstacle in their path. They looked down upon her as a 'filthy Mudblood,' a fact that had never deterred her resolve, so long as Draco stood by her side. Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy had resorted to devious tactics, attempting to buy her loyalty, attempting to pry her away from their son. Their efforts had met with stubborn resistance, leaving them fuming with frustration. On countless occasions, they subjected her to scathing tirades, especially Narcissa, whose cruelty knew no bounds. After a week, Lucius resigned to a sullen silence, but Narcissa's venomous words and occasionally physical aggression persisted as a daily ordeal that Y/N endured with steely determination.

Y/N flinched as the manor door creaked open, her reaction akin to that of someone stumbling into a jinx. Her startled gaze dropped to the floor, where a familiar figure stood. It was Rue, the endearing house elf, a cherished presence in Y/N's life.

"What can Rue do for Draco's lovely girlfriend?" Rue inquired, her lips curving into a warm, welcoming smile.

Y/N couldn't help but smile in return; Rue had always held a special place in her heart. With her bright blue eyes and those endearing pointy ears, Rue exuded an unmistakable charm. Not only did she anticipate Y/N's every need, but she also prepared food and drinks precisely to Y/N's liking. Since the law against elf brutality had been enacted, Y/N had taken it upon herself to ensure Rue's comfort, providing her with clothing. Over the months, Rue had transformed, shedding the weight of servitude to become a happier, more carefree presence.

"I'd like to see Draco, please, Rue," Y/N replied, her voice gentle and careful not to startle the petite house elf.

Rue's smile widened, and with a tiny, reassuring grip on Y/N's hand, she led her inside. As the door closed softly behind them, Rue spoke again, her voice filled with an eagerness to assist. "Master Draco is in his room. Rue will take you."

Y/N hesitated for a moment, a playful idea forming in her mind. "No, no, it's fine. I can go myself. I want to surprise him."

The adorable house elf nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. With a snap of her fingers, she vanished from sight, leaving Y/N to navigate the winding corridors of the Malfoy Manor alone.

Y/N couldn't help but grin at the thought of Rue experiencing a moment of personal indulgence, wondering if the house elf was trying to savor the pleasures she had missed in her life of servitude. With that pleasant thought, Y/N embarked on her ascent up the many flights of wooden stairs that led to the upper reaches of the manor. Her footsteps echoed softly through the hallway as she made her way toward Draco's room.

As she arrived at her destination, Y/N came to an abrupt halt, her senses keenly attuned to an unexpected sound emanating from behind Draco's door. She strained her ears, desperately hoping it wasn't a case of accidentally stumbling upon an intimate moment between Lucius and Narcissa. A glance at the door's label confirmed it was indeed Draco's room, and then she heard it again.

Moans.

Specifically, the unmistakable sounds of male and female moans. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she leaned closer to the door, attempting to confirm what she dreaded most. She heard his name, Draco's name, whimpered from a female voice within, a voice that sent shockwaves through her.

Her blood ran cold, her heart rate spiked, and tears welled up in her eyes. Y/N prayed it wasn't true, that Draco wasn't betraying her. She cautiously pushed the door open, her movements silent as she observed the heart-wrenching scene before her. Draco, lost in passion, buried his face in Astoria Greengrass's neck, his vigorous thrusts filling the room.

Their eyes met, Y/N's and Astoria's, in a moment of cruel recognition. Astoria's smirk seemed to taunt Y/N, as if declaring, 'He's mine now, you filthy Mudblood.' With a heavy heart, Y/N gently closed the door, tears streaming down her face. She turned and fled down the hallway, down the stairs, without a care for her surroundings or the possibility of colliding with someone.

Tears flowed freely as Y/N reached the bottom of the stairs, her heart shattering into a million pieces. Her cries escaped in a heartbreaking crescendo, echoing through the manor's grandeur. In her distraught state, she collided with an unexpected presence, teetering dangerously on the brink of falling backward. However, strong arms enveloped her, steadying her in her moment of despair.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing, girl?" The voice, dripping with disdain, hissed through the tense air. Y/N's heart lurched at the sound, her gut telling her it was all too familiar. As her tear-blurred gaze lifted, she was met with the sight of a thoroughly baffled and irate Lucius Malfoy, his aristocratic features etched with a mix of anger and confusion. Her own expressive eyes, a mesmerizing shade of E/C, locked onto his cold, steely gray ones.

Blinking away the tears that blurred her vision, she stared at the formidable pureblood wizard who stood before her. Their eye contact held an unspoken tension, a connection fraught with history and complex emotions. It was in that moment that Y/N noticed something she hadn't expected in Lucius – concern. The realization was like a jolt, sending a shiver down her spine.

Concern?

It couldn't be right, could it? Why on earth would Lucius Malfoy, of all people, be concerned about her well-being? Y/N hesitated, her hand instinctively rising to wipe her eyes once more, as if questioning her own senses, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her. But the look in Lucius's eyes remained, a glimmer of unexpected humanity in the formidable man who had long been an enigma to her.

"Are you going to speak, or just stand there like a dumb-witted Mudblood?" Lucius's words, laced with venom, cut through the heavy silence. Y/N turned away from him, hurt etched in her eyes, his cruel words piercing her heart. In that moment, the gap between them seemed insurmountable.

Lucius, however, couldn't ignore the pain he had inadvertently caused, and for a fleeting second, remorse tugged at his conscience. Yet, his pride prevailed, and instead of apologizing, he pressed further, his tone demanding answers. "What's wrong with you, girl?"

Y/N pulled herself away from him, a mixture of emotions welling up inside her. She hesitated for a moment, then her voice trembled as she questioned him, "W-Why do y-you care?"

The unexpected vulnerability in her voice caught Lucius off guard, and a flicker of something uncharacteristic passed through his stormy gray eyes. He blocked her path as she attempted to move past him, their proximity intensifying the tension between them. "Just because we got off to the wrong foot when we first met doesn't mean I'm the same person I was before," he hissed, a rare hint of vulnerability seeping into his words. "Now tell me what's wrong, or I'll use Legilimency on you."

Her defenses crumbling, Y/N couldn't hold back the flood of emotion any longer. The words tumbled out of her, her voice wavering as she confessed, "Your son cheated on me with Astoria, that's what happened." She glanced away, bracing herself for the judgment she anticipated. "You're probably happy that he's not with a filthy Mudblood like me anymore. I'll just—"

"He did what?!" Lucius's voice reverberated through the manor, his anger palpable as it resounded against the walls. Y/N glanced at him, a puzzled expression on her face. She couldn't comprehend why he would be so furious that his son, Draco, had cheated on her—a Mudblood—with a pureblood. Lucius Malfoy had never harbored any warmth toward Y/N, so this sudden outburst was baffling. She had always assumed that Draco's parents would be delighted if something like this were to happen.

Lucius's voice, filled with indignation, interrupted her thoughts once more. "How dare that boy break someone's heart instead of just telling you that he wants to end the relationship. I raised him to treat women with respect. Even if the girl is a filthy Mudblood!"

Y/N frowned, her gaze drifting downward to her feet, unable to meet Lucius's eyes. His words were laden with a complex mixture of anger, disappointment, and something she couldn't quite fathom.

"Why would you care anyway? You should be happy that he cheated on me. Now he can go marry a pureblood who's more beautiful than me," she muttered bitterly, her self-esteem shattered.

In an unexpected turn of events, the cold metal of the snake handle of Lucius's cane lifted her chin. She blinked in surprise as he swiftly pulled his cane away and grasped her chin roughly with his hand, forcing her to hold eye contact with him.

"Don't ever say those words again. Am. I. Understand, Y/N?" Lucius's voice, though stern, held a strange mixture of concern. She nodded in response, but it seemed that wasn't sufficient for him. He demanded more. "I expect you to answer when I ask you something!"

"Y-Yes, Sir!" she squeaked, her gaze locked onto his features. She couldn't help but notice the commanding presence he exuded, the sharp lines of his jaw, the strength evident in his angular face. His long, platinum blonde hair cascaded gracefully past his shoulders, framing his striking countenance. The blueish-gray eyes that held an air of authority seemed to peer directly into her soul. Y/N's cheeks flushed inexplicably as she found herself momentarily entranced by his striking appearance. ‘He's handsome’, she thought, a realization that seemed to take her by surprise.

Y/N's unspoken admiration for Lucius had been a well-guarded secret, a silent confession her heart made each time she crossed the threshold of the Malfoy Manor. Her heart would do a subtle dance of anticipation whenever she knew she'd encounter him, and a flush would steal across her cheeks, like a clandestine tribute to his striking presence. It was an irrational reaction, one she couldn't quite understand, given that Lucius had never hidden his disdain for her—well, at least, he hadn't before.

Lucius's trademark smirk played on his lips, but there was a curious shift in his demeanor. Gone was the initial cockiness, replaced by genuine amusement as he surveyed Y/N's puzzled expression. Her blush intensified, a shade that rivaled the crimson and gold of the Gryffindor house colors.

"You really think I'm handsome?" he probed, his tone now laced with curiosity. He leaned in closer, the proximity between them causing a subtle flutter in Y/N's heart. Lucius's eyes sparkled with a newfound charm as he awaited her response.

"I—what? I didn't—" she stammered, but her words were abruptly silenced.

"Legilimens, my darling girl," Lucius smoothly interrupted. His smirk remained, but it was tinged with a magnetic confidence that left her feeling exposed. He leaned even closer, his lips brushing against her ear, and he whispered softly, his voice a provocative caress, "Ah, yes. It appears you've conveniently forgotten that I possess the ability to delve into your mind. You see, I heard every thought you've had about me. Like your secret desire for me to pin you down on my bed, to make you forget how to walk."

Y/N's eyes widened, her cheeks aflame with embarrassment. Her heart raced, and she felt a shiver of vulnerability wash over her. Lucius's audacious revelation had unraveled a new layer of intrigue and desire, transforming their dynamic into something far more intricate and captivating.

She gasped, disbelief coursing through her. Could he truly have been privy to her every innermost thought? It felt surreal, like a dream she was unable to awaken from. In an attempt to regain her composure, she instinctively retreated a step, allowing her gaze to lock with his. His eyes held the same intense emotion she had noticed earlier – a smoldering, undeniable lust that sent a tingle down her spine. He leaned closer, his body almost brushing against hers, and she could feel the heat radiating from him.

"That's the very reason I've maintained my distance from you all these months," he admitted, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath its low, seductive tone. "After my ex-wife and I discovered the truth about you and my son's relationship, I tried to keep my demeanor cold. Yet every night, unable to control my desires, I found myself lost in fantasies of you," he confessed, his words a hushed, intimate secret shared between them.

A blush painted her cheeks once more as his voice whispered sensually into her ear, sending shivers coursing down her spine. His hands found their way to her sides, exerting a gentle, yet possessive squeeze. She couldn't help but shudder at his touch.

"My son is a fool for betraying such a beautiful, enchanting nymph like you," he purred, his lips grazing the tender skin just below her earlobe. His kisses left a fiery trail down her neck, only to ascend slowly back towards her lips. When their mouths met, it was as though a swarm of butterflies took flight in her stomach, fluttering wildly. She didn't respond immediately, her brain struggling to catch up with the whirlwind of sensations. Gradually, she inhaled his intoxicating scent, responding to his kisses with a growing hunger of her own.

Y/N's moans of desire seemed to echo within the cavernous expanse of Lucius's opulent mansion. Every step she took away from the memory of Draco's betrayal and closer to Lucius felt like a transgressive leap into the unknown. The kiss, fueled by a volatile mix of guilt and longing, deepened with each passing second. It was a magnetic force pulling them closer together, their lips becoming the epicenter of their shared need.

Her fingers wove themselves deeper into Lucius's long, platinum blonde hair, the strands silky and cool to the touch. He couldn't help but groan in response, the sound a testament to the intensity of their connection. His powerful hands, previously residing at her sides, ventured boldly downward, reaching her shapely derrière. With a delicate yet firm touch, he squeezed, sending exhilarating waves of sensation through her body.

With a sudden surge of passion, Lucius lifted Y/N off her feet, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to maintain their electrifying kiss. The sensation of being carried by him, the firmness of his grip, and the heat of his body against hers were intoxicating. They ascended the grand staircase, their rhythmic ascent echoing through the mansion's ornate halls.

As they turned down the dimly lit hallway, the portraits of stern-faced ancestors bore witness to their clandestine rendezvous. The anticipation was palpable, each step a deliberate stride toward the unknown. The soft glow of moonlight spilled through heavy, brocade curtains, casting intricate patterns on the Persian rugs that lined the floor.

With an audacious display of strength and desire, Lucius kicked open the door to his lavishly appointed bedroom. The door swung wide with a creak, revealing a chamber bathed in shadows. The grandeur of the room was nothing short of breathtaking, with its sumptuous canopy bed, antique furnishings, and gilded accents. The room exuded an air of timeless elegance, a stark contrast to the illicit passion that had led them there. Yet, with another commanding kick, he shut the door behind them, sealing their secret within the confines of the room's opulent embrace.

In the opulent chamber, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtered through heavy curtains, he guided her towards his bed with a gentleness that belied the intense desire simmering between them. The sumptuous sheets, adorned with intricate patterns, awaited their embrace, a testament to the luxury that surrounded them. With a feather-light touch, he laid her down, the mattress conforming to the curves of her body like a lover's caress.

Desire surged between them, an irresistible force pulling them closer together. She eagerly wound her legs around him, her longing palpable. A deep, resonant chuckle rumbled from his chest, a seductive reverberation that filled the room. It was a sound that resonated with promise, the promise of what was to come.

His lips embarked on a slow descent down the delicate curve of her neck, leaving a trail of searing kisses in their wake. His teeth grazed her skin, eliciting sharp gasps and urgent moans from her trembling lips. Y/N's moans danced in harmony with the hushed symphony of their passion, their clandestine desires woven into every sound.

With a masterful touch, his hands began their sensual exploration, fingers tracing the contours of her body. He reached for the fabric of her shirt, the anticipation of their impending intimacy electrifying the air. But as he made to unveil her, he paused, gazing into her eyes with a mixture of tenderness and raw desire. His voice, a sultry whisper, hung in the air like an unspoken invitation, "Do you want to continue this?"

Her heart swelled with a heady blend of love and desire at his considerate question. It wasn't just about the act itself; it was about the connection they shared, the intimacy that extended beyond the physical. Her eyes met his, and she nodded in fervent agreement, but his gaze turned insistent, demanding more than a mere gesture.

She acquiesced, her voice a soft, breathless confession. "Yes, I want to continue."

With the patience of a man intoxicated by her presence, he lifted her shirt, revealing her in all her vulnerability and desire. Each moment was a deliberate act of unveiling, an exploration of the secrets they had kept hidden for too long. Her whimpers of longing grew more pronounced, a sweet symphony of passion that ignited the room.

Their discarded shirts lay scattered, forgotten remnants of the world they had left behind. Their lips collided once more, a fervent clash of desires. His hands, strong and gentle, cradled her face, deepening the kiss into a consuming blaze of longing. In this stolen moment, their connection transcended the physical, binding them together in a fiery embrace that defied the boundaries of reason and restraint.

In the cocoon of their desires, time seemed to slow, allowing them to savor every tantalizing moment. The room, adorned with rich, heavy curtains that filtered the moon's soft glow, bathed them in an otherworldly ambiance. They paused briefly to remove the remaining garments that clung to their heated bodies, leaving a trail of discarded clothing scattered haphazardly across the floor.

With a profound longing etched upon their faces, they surrendered to the pull of their desires. He took the initiative, his lips blazing a path of fiery kisses down her form. Every inch of her skin he touched seemed to ignite with desire, his teeth delicately grazing, and his mouth fervently claiming her.

One of his hands, large and commanding, found its place on her breast, the fingers expertly working her sensitive flesh. The other sought solace on her hip, the grip possessive yet tender. Y/N's response was immediate, her back arching sensually as she pressed herself closer to him. The room bore witness to her unrestrained passion, shadows playing tricks on their entangled figures.

The dimly lit room provided an intimate backdrop to their stolen moment, amplifying the intensity of their connection. She gasped, unable to stifle the whirlwind of sensations coursing through her body. Her longing and need reached a fevered pitch as his lips moved relentlessly over her skin.

This sensation was unlike anything she had ever encountered, not even with Draco. It was a heady concoction of raw desire and an emotional connection that left her feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable, yet simultaneously empowered and alive.

His lips reluctantly abandoned her chest, tracing a searing path downward, inching closer to the epicenter of her desire. Her hips reacted instinctively, a silent plea for more, a plea for him to satiate the burgeoning hunger that consumed her. In response, he chuckled darkly, a knowing grin playing upon his lips.

"So, so greedy for me, aren't you?" he purred, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "I've barely even started, my little nymph, and you're already squirming."

Her moans grew in volume, punctuating the charged atmosphere. Her hips continued their rhythmic dance, a wordless invitation for him to delve deeper into her desires. Just as hope began to wane, he boldly ventured between her legs. His thumb found her eager clit, tracing slow, electrifying circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She couldn't help but gasp loudly, her moans intensifying as her body surrendered to his skillful touch.

“L-Lucius!” Y/N's fervent whimper hung in the air, a plea for more that only fueled Lucius's desire to push her further into the depths of pleasure. He reveled in the sound, a wicked grin playing upon his lips as he continued to work his magic. His fingers, slick with her arousal, glided effortlessly inside her, seeking out her g-spot with uncanny precision. The sensation of his touch sent electric jolts of pleasure coursing through her, her moans becoming a chorus of surrender.

The room seemed to close in around them, the ambiance heavy with the heady scent of their desire. Shadows danced seductively across the walls, an intimate audience to their clandestine tryst. Every subtle movement, every trembling breath, was magnified in the dim light, intensifying the eroticism of the moment.

Lucius's voice, a velvet caress of dominance, lured her deeper into submission. "That's right, my little slut," he whispered huskily, his words both an affirmation and a command. "Feel how good I'm making you. Did he ever make you feel like this? Did he know all the right spots to please you?"

She struggled to form coherent words, the pleasure he evoked rendering her speechless. Her response was a breathless admission of truth, punctuated by her moans of ecstasy. "N-No... aahh-"

Lucius's eyes bore into her with an intensity that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet utterly consumed by desire. His fingers continued their relentless assault on her g-spot, her body quivering in response. Her pussy clenched around him, a physical manifestation of her escalating pleasure, and he couldn't help but grunt with satisfaction.

"My little slut," he growled, his voice dripping with unrestrained lust, "you've never felt this kind of pleasure before, have you? Well, let's make sure you're fully satisfied, my dear."

With each word, he propelled her further into the abyss of desire, his fingers dancing with a masterful touch that promised to fulfill her every longing. In the dimly lit room, their forbidden encounter continued, a symphony of passion and submission that echoed through the night.

Lucius's descent towards her quivering core was an agonizingly slow and tantalizing journey. His head moved lower, inch by tantalizing inch, until his mouth hovered just above her dripping wet pussy. The room, bathed in the soft, dim light of concealed passion, seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the forbidden act about to unfold.

Y/N's body was a live wire, tingling with desire as his warm breath caressed her sensitive flesh. Her back arched in a primal response, a silent plea for him to continue, to grant her the pleasure she craved. The air was thick with tension, the electrifying atmosphere heightened by the palpable anticipation of what was to come.

With a deliberate, torturous slowness, his tongue made its first sensuous contact with her throbbing clit. Y/N's response was immediate and intense; she arched her back, a breathless gasp escaping her lips. Waves of desire surged through her, her hips rising to meet his mouth in a fervent demand for more. His tongue traced lazy circles around her clit, each pass a teasing caress that left her trembling with need.

Her hips moved in rhythmic desperation, bucking into his mouth as she sought to intensify the pleasure. Lucius, the master of seduction, had her in a hypnotic trance, his tongue shifting tactics to move from side to side, skillfully exploring every sensitive inch of her. He returned to her clit, sucking with a purposeful hunger that sent shivers coursing through her body. Her moans grew in intensity, a symphony of ecstasy that filled the room.

As if orchestrating a symphony of pleasure, his fingers joined the sensual dance, slick with her arousal. They thrust in and out with a relentless rhythm, each penetration hitting her g-spot with pinpoint accuracy. Y/N's body was a trembling instrument of desire, her moans and whimpers filling the room like a seductive melody.

A familiar sensation began to coil within her abdomen, growing in intensity with each tantalizing moment. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as the waves of pleasure overtook her. With a gasp that shattered the air, she climaxed, her body trembling in the throes of ecstasy.

Lucius's voice, thick with desire and dominance, broke through her post-orgasmic haze. "Good girl, my good girl," he murmured, his words both a praise and a command. Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction. He withdrew his hand from her quivering pussy, his fingers glistening with her essence. With forceful insistence, he grasped her jaw, parting her lips and presenting his cum-covered fingers to her mouth. "Taste yourself, whore!" he demanded, his voice a potent blend of authority and lust, igniting a primal hunger within her.

The room, cloaked in shadows, seemed to hold its breath as Y/N's lips encircled Lucius's fingers, moving with an almost hypnotic rhythm as she licked and sucked them clean. Her tongue, eager and tantalizing, left no trace of her essence behind, and Lucius watched her with a predatory hunger that mirrored her own desire. With an excruciating slowness, he withdrew his fingers from her mouth, his grip shifting to encircle her delicate throat, a possessive hold that sent a jolt of excitement through her.

A deep, throaty chuckle resonated from Lucius, a dark sound that underscored his mastery over her. It was a symphony of submission, her whimper in response to his control weaving through the charged air. His other hand, which had been on her jaw, descended with purposeful intent to his throbbing cock. With tantalizing deliberation, he began to stroke himself, each languid movement of his hand a seductive overture to the impending climax of their desires.

Y/N grappled with a myriad of emotions. She knew she should be overwhelmed with guilt, entangled in an illicit affair with her ex-boyfriend's father. Yet, beneath the layers of her moral reservations, a burning desire and a thirst for revenge surged within her. She yearned to make her ex-boyfriend pay for his betrayal, to mend her shattered heart by indulging in the very act that had caused her so much pain.

Her internal turmoil was momentarily eclipsed as she felt the firm tip of his cock teasing her wet, throbbing pussy. The exquisite friction sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her, and her moans and whimpers filled the room like a seductive aria. Her body was a symphony of need, the sultry dance of his cock against her clit driving her to the brink of ecstasy.

Lucius's voice, dripping with dominance and desire, anchored her in the present moment. "My little mudblood," he taunted, his words laden with a derogatory term that should have stung. Instead, the sultry timbre of his voice rendered her helpless, a willing captive to his seduction. "Is this what you've desired all this time? For a real man to fuck you, to slide his cock deep inside you and make you feel good?"

Despite the term, her moans and whimpers betrayed her true desires, her voice trembling with need. "Y-Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her plea echoing through the room, a fervent entreaty for the fulfillment of her deepest, most forbidden fantasies. “ Please, fuck me!”

"Daddy? Hmm?" Lucius questioned, his voice dripping with irresistible seduction that hung in the air like a sultry promise. A low, dark chuckle followed, resonating with a wicked allure as his eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of malevolence. It was a look that promised a thrilling journey into forbidden desires, an intoxicating blend of pleasure and danger.

The room, cloaked in shadows and secrecy, bore witness to their clandestine rendezvous—a sensual dance of dominance and submission that unfolded in hushed gasps and fervent touches. Lucius reveled in her surrender, delighting in the way the derogatory term slipped off his tongue, and, to his surprise, she seemed to share in that twisted pleasure. "My little mudblood is filthy, isn't she?" he continued, his words dripping with desire and a touch of cruelty. In their intimate connection, the term had evolved into an oddly cherished secret, symbolizing her eager willingness to plunge into the irresistible depths of their forbidden passions. "I like that."

With deliberate intent, Lucius poised himself at the edge of her ecstasy, the air thick with anticipation. He surged into her abruptly, a powerful thrust that drew an electrified whimper from Y/N. Her body responded instinctively, arching in response to the sudden intrusion, a wordless plea for more. Lucius groaned in satisfaction, luxuriating in the exquisite sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him.

"Daddy!" Y/N's moan, fervent and desperate, reverberated through the room, echoing the intensity of her longing and submission.

Lucius wasted no time in unleashing the primal depths of his desire, setting a relentless pace that sent tremors through the bed beneath them. Pleasure and pain intertwined as Y/N's body stretched to accommodate him, her moans and gasps forming a seductive symphony that filled the room. Each powerful thrust propelled her closer to the precipice of ecstasy, the headboard bearing witness to the fervor of their illicit union.

"F-Fuck," Lucius hissed, his voice a symphony of unquenchable desire as he intensified his rhythm. His hips surged against her with unrestrained lust, each collision sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. The room resounded with their shared passion, an intoxicating rhythm that reverberated through the air and ignited an inferno of sensations. “You’re so tight and wet, aaah- I’m going to have so much fun destroying this tight little hole of yours.”

The hand that encircled her throat tightened incrementally, a gesture of dominance that sent a thrill of arousal coursing through Y/N. Her fingers tangled in Lucius's long, platinum blonde hair, tugging gently as she sought to draw him closer. His primal groans and moans in response only served to deepen her desire, each intoxicating sound forging an unbreakable connection between them in the hidden world they had created.

Their moans, like an intricate duet, melded into an intoxicating symphony of desire, echoing through the dimly lit room. With each primal thrust, he plunged deeper and faster into her, igniting a passionate crescendo that left them both gasping for breath. Her heart raced in response to the electrifying pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Lucius—Lucius! Aaaahhh—fuck! Daddy!" Her words, a fervent chant of need and submission, spilled from her lips in breathless abandon. Her hips responded in kind, moving in a seductive rhythm that matched his powerful thrusts, a dance of desire that transcended the bounds of their forbidden liaison.

"So damn good! Aahh—yes! Oh fuck, my little mudblood knows how to please me," he growled with unapologetic desire, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers cascading down her spine. His hips quickened their relentless pace, pounding into her with an unyielding urgency that caused the bed to groan and creak beneath them, a testament to the fierce intensity of their union. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel, slut!

Her moans swelled, a wild symphony of ecstasy and surrender that reverberated through the room like a siren's call. She clawed at the sheets beneath her, her fingers desperately seeking purchase in the soft fabric as waves of pleasure crashed over her. It was an exquisite torment, a tantalizing whirlwind of sensations that threatened to consume her entirely.

"Daddy, you—ahh—feel so good," she gasped, her voice trembling with a potent mix of longing and desperation. Her nails traced feverish patterns over his heated skin, leaving trails of tingling sensation in their wake. Her silent entreaty was clear: she yearned for him to take her harder, to claim her completely in the tempest of their shared passion. “You make me feel so good! You’re fucking me so much better than him.”

Amid the dimly lit room, their passionate entwining continued, each feverish moment adding a new layer to their shared desire. Lucius, a commanding figure, maintained his relentless thrusts, his dominance evident in every movement. Her fervent responses wove a tapestry of longing and ecstasy, their chemistry igniting the air around them.

"I know, my little nymph," he purred, his voice an intoxicating blend of pleasure and command. His grip on her tightened possessively, fingers leaving tantalizing imprints on her heated skin. "Cum for me, slut. Show me how good I make you feel." His words hung in the air like a seductive spell, sending electrifying shivers throughout her body.

With each powerful thrust, the tip of his cock skillfully teased her cervix, intensifying the delicious ache in the pit of her stomach. Their bodies moved in perfect unison, a dance that seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and reason, an intricate symphony of passion that left them breathless.

Lucius, releasing his hold on her throat, replaced it with his mouth, his lips and teeth marking her skin as he continued to slam into her with primal urgency. Love bites and passionate kisses adorned her flesh, evidence of their unrestrained fervor. They moved together, bodies melding into one, a force of nature that defied control. In a rapturous climax, they reached the pinnacle of their desire, their voices rising in unison, filling the room with their unrestrained passion.

As Lucius withdrew from her, a plaintive whimper escaped her lips, a testament to the aching desire that still clung to her. His triumphant smirk hinted at the pleasure he derived from her desperate longing. As he made his way to the bathroom to cleanse himself, her eyes remained fixed on the vacant space he had occupied, her body still tingling with the fading echoes of their intense union.

Upon his return, a damp cloth in hand, he approached her with eyes that held both tenderness and desire. Every stroke of the cloth was a gentle caress, an unspoken declaration of their strange intimacy. The discarded rag landed carelessly beside them, a forgotten relic of their fervent encounter.

"Go to sleep, my little nymph," he whispered, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. "I'll be here when you wake." His words were a soothing promise, lulling her into a cocoon of security and contentment that belied the complexity of their relationship.

She nestled against him, her heart aflutter with emotions that defied easy categorization. Despite the impending repercussions of their actions, she couldn't deny the profound satisfaction she felt. As her eyes fluttered closed, the only thought that remained was that revenge, in its twisted and tumultuous way, could be intoxicatingly sweet.

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Illicit Affairs - A Malfoy Infidelity

Note: This was born out of a joke me and @alwayssevvy made but I'm not going to tell it now, you'll find it in the end in order to not spoil the story. Credits to @alwayssevvy for letting me use her OC as Severus' wife. Thank you again 💜

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating (if it wasn't obvious from the title), fluff, hinted nsfw

cca 2.9k words, a short story by the looks of it

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It was a late evening. The kids were put to bed already for half an hour. Severus and Danica enjoyed a glass of wine together, celebrating yet another day where their twins didn’t blow Severus’ lab while playing, and the youngsters actually shared their toys between them without crying. They are growing up, I’m sure, Severus encouraged Danica when she sort of complained about it at lunch. A peculiar day indeed, and yet a more peculiar night awaited them because right when they prepared to go upstairs, a firm series of rasps at the door disturbed them.

“Dani, please go upstairs! I’ll deal with it alone. Most likely it’s just another drunk bastard who forgot which house is his.”

“To hell I’m going to leave you alone, I’m staying,” she scoffed at him. He knew better by this point than to press on the subject. So in a couple of swift moves, he was by the door, wand clutched behind his back, trying hard to block the view to not disturb Dani. Just then, the known silver head of a snake made its way to his chest. So this thing made those strange noises, thought Severus before withdrawing the wand from his back and pointing it at whoever clutched tightly the joining point of the silver ornament and an elegant black cane.

It all happened too fast, his reflexes still as good as in his school days. If he didn’t recognize the snake head, he might have cursed that person already. But Severus assumed it was a mental alarm, and he could only threaten and not act. He thanked Merlin for that later as from the darkness, the face of his friend, Lucius, could be seen in the light coming from the hallway.

Lucius wore the hood of his cloak over his head, an unusual thing for him as he always insisted he’d rather cast a charm over his hair if it were to rain and let the muggles stare as long as they want than wear the hood of any cloak. His face was dark and firmly set into a grimace of pain. Something must have happened to him. He had never looked like this before, and Severus was right. Something did happen, but not then. Earlier that day, Lucius received the confirmation that what happened wasn’t a mood swing or a twisted revenge. It was true and as real as daylight.

“I know it’s late, Sev, but may I come in?” Merlin’s beard, he’s been crying. Severus then opened the door wide and stepped back, waving at Lucius to enter. Dani glanced at Severus, eyebrows raised in a silent question followed by a quick move of her head towards Lucius, who seemed to notice her standing in the hallway only too late. Severus closed the door behind them.

“You know what, Sev? I’m sorry to have disturbed you. I'd better go on my way.”

Lucius turned towards the door, but Severus blocked the way with his body.

“Nonsense, you’re staying until you feel better.” A shocked What? came from behind Lucius, but Severus didn’t look elsewhere, but in Lucius’ slightly red eyes, forearms crossing over his chest, eyebrow lifted in a muted confrontation. Dani saw exactly the look of determination on her husband’s face and knew better than to contradict him then, though she made her indignation and disagreement clear with a loud scoff and turned her back to them, disappearing from view.

“We’ll talk another time. I upset your wife. You don’t need my problems on top of your clear ones,” Lucius said, dropping his tone in case Dani happened to be right around the corner.

“She isn’t herself if she doesn’t do that at least once a day, and you gave her the opportunity.” He couldn’t resist but to laugh at his own joke, unperturbed if Dani overheard. In fact, he hoped she did because it meant some great passionate nights would follow, nights when he’ll have to remind her to behave. Severus was excited thinking about rekindling their intimate time but something else was more pressing in the moment than him getting shagged. “Now, let’s get you out of this cloak and into my office to tell me what the hell happened for you to be at my door at almost midnight.”

He didn’t have to show Lucius the way. He was pretty familiar by this time with the layout of the house, and without any noise, he made his way to Severus’ office. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his friend following closely as he entered the room. Without shutting the door to his office, Severus came in and went to pour some firewiskey for both of them from the bottle he kept in his hidden cupboard under his typewriter. Hidden from the kids at least, but as long as Dani hadn’t acknowledged it yet, he relished in his little personal secret.

"Do you still have the bottle me and Narcissa gave you when you published your first textbook?" Lucius' face began to show its usual glow of easiness, although weary. "You really become a lazy drinker with age." He chuckled at his own remark and even Severus' lips began to draw in a smile as he left his then more empty glass on his desk.

"You can't quite drink when your house is full of children, can you? Now, the occasion seems to need it. So what happened, Luc?" It was real concern draped in Severus' features. His eyebrows drawn together, his eyes fixated his friends face in a hunter's gaze. Nothing, not even an involuntary twitch, would escape him. "Shouldn't you still be on your honeymoon? And where is Esme? Is something wrong with her?"

At the mention of Lucius' new wife, a deadly silence fell in Severus' office. The blonde man's eyes became glassy again, his look lost, searching somewhere seemingly on the carpet but never finding it. Fingers fidgeted with his still full glass of alcohol when in an outburst of energy, he gulped all its content in one go, and, moaning deeply in his chest, partly due to the burn in his throat at the sudden large amount of firewiskey and partly due to his own emotions bursting out of his chest, he started his story.

"I think Esme and I have broken up. But don't intervene. Let me tell you everything now that I have the courage to do so because if you keep pressing me on details, I feel I won't be able to finish this. And I need to tell you this, or I feel like I might explode. You're my closest thing I have left as family, and I can tell you and only you. You can tell Dani later, laugh at my story, I don't care. But you won't interrupt me, and you and Dani won't spread this thing around, alright?"

Severus nodded, already taking notice of his friend's request on not interrupting him.

"I don't know exactly when it all began. I guess it was when Narcissa wanted to meet Esme. I figured it was something normal to want as the former wife, so I took care of it. I even invited Draco to join. Poor boy, I'm not even thinking at myself but of him. What can possibly be in the boy's head now?

Like I said, I took care of the formalities and invited them over to dinner. The introductions flew with no problem whatsoever. The conversation was easy and familiar. I couldn't believe my eyes how lucky I was. I think now I should've known something wasn't right. What fiancée ever befriends her lover's ex-wife? And it wasn't just the fact that they became friends, they became best friends. Esme started inviting Narcissa over for tea, for lunch, for dinner, for walks in the garden, and all other women nonsense. It started feeling like I hadn't divorced at all, and my mistress was having tea parties with Narcissa in a sick and twisted nightmare.

Besides the fact that Narcissa practically moved back in the manor and I saw her everywhere, Esme started talking about her when we were in bed.

What would Narcissa do?, What does she feel like?, Make me moan like you did with Narcissa.

And I still played along, blinded by some passionate love nights with my soon to be wife. She blinded me with her body, something I gloated myself to be impossible in my case. That it was I who produced this effect and not that I was a victim of it."

Lucius broke his speech to put the glass down, freeing his slightly trembling hands. His eyes were slightly bulged, the red threads showing more obviously than when Severus first saw him that night. It was obvious Lucius tried to contain his tears, and he kept trying as he began talking again with more difficulty this time due to the lump in his throat. He almost succeeded, almost because salty tears washed his face by the end of his story.

“I’m disgusting, Sev, I know. What should have this sick man thought while fucking his soon to be wife on the memory of his ex? And not because I longed for her, but because SHE longed for her.

I should’ve known. Who in their right mind fantasizes about someone’s ex? And I should’ve been more careful because I have known Narcissa for decades. That woman gets what she wants, every time. Just how she convinced me to stop trying to have children after she gave birth to my heir on the first try, how she convinced me to agree with the divorce, and just how she apparently decided to ruin my next marriage before it even began.

And so the days went by. Narcissa, being at the manor, started to become a habit again. Always at the arm of Esme, always at her beck and call. And I decided to ignore it. I was relatively happy, Esme was happy. Narcissa was unusually happy, so who was I to ruin this lavender haze around us?

I think you find it odd all this talk about Narcissa when she wasn’t even at the wedding. Esme invited her, she even begged her to come but Narcissa wouldn’t budge. I, for one, was particularly pleased. It seemed that my paranoia was just that, paranoia. It bothered me when Esme cried after Narcissa’s repeated refusal. It wasn’t a spoiled child’s fit. It was more than that. Even I could have noticed that.

Do you remember when Dani took her aside to give her some words of encouragement the day before the wedding? Well, I thought and thought and thought for some time, and I can say with utmost certainty that she wasn’t upset and anxious about the ceremony, but about the fact that Narcissa wasn’t there.

You don’t have any idea, Sev, how that hurts. To know that you’re not the reason for your lover’s anguish and hence you can’t do anything about it. Because if you bring the person responsible to cure your lover, you know you’ll lose her forever.

And so I kept going through the pain. I said to myself that time will cure it, and as soon as we’re off from this place, everything will turn around and be like in the beginning. But it wasn’t. I was mistaken about that too because as soon as we went off for our honeymoon, Narcissa started to be anguished, too. And what did she do, you may wonder, Sev? She used a portkey to get to our resort.

She made this entire speech to me and Esme about how she didn’t mean to fall in love, that it was something she couldn’t control, that the biggest mistake in her life was to let Esme marry me and by allowing so, she'd have her around, close but still so far away for her entire life. I don’t remember what else she said. My mind has been clouded from the moment I felt Esme leave my arm and fall in the arms of Narcissa. I haven’t seen any of them since then. They just left me. Gone into thin air.

I spent my honeymoon alone, bitter and filled with bursts of vengeance and depression. I would have kept appearances because I’ll be ruined if people found out my wife left me for my ex. Just saying this aloud is devastating. And I would have hidden from you too, Sev if it wasn’t for this photograph I got this morning.” Lucius reached his breast pocket, revealing a moving photo of two smiling women lounged in each other's arms in a chaise longue. They were beaming with happiness, and Severus noticed, even caressing each other softly.

“Read what’s written on the back.” A broken sob erupted from Lucius’ lips, but Severus ignored it for now and obeyed his friend’s plea.

On the back of the photograph, in a neat and supple cursive handwriting, with long and pointed loops in black ink he recognised as being Narcissa’s, a few lines justified Lucius' pain:

We’re alright, dearest Lucius. I plan to take care of her forever so don’t you worry your pretty mind. We’ll put this straight when we get home. Esme begged me to write to you that she’s sorry. I’m not though. Kiss Draco for me, N x

To say that Severus was shocked, it was an understatement. He knew Esme and agreed with Dani when she said they were clearly a match, so hearing now about her having an affair with Narcissa behind Lucius’ back at first shocked him out of his tiredness. Severus knew Narcissa, too, and Lucius was right. Once she got her eyes on something, no one and nothing could stop her. And by the little note, Esme was it now.

He glanced at Lucius’ hunched up form, face hidden in his palms as sob after sob escaped his lungs in a pained tone. Severus made his way toward his friend and reached an arm over his shoulders to drag him into his embrace. He found out that, in a surprising way, he was wordless. But Lucius didn’t need words and so he kept rocking left and right with Lucius in his arms, trying to comfort him in the same way he did with every one of his children but not succeeding this time.

Time went by fast, and Lucius had calmed by the time Dani got to the door.

“Look Lucius, you’re family, you’re our children’s godfather, and whatever happened to you I’m deeply sorry. But now I need my husband to come to bed, and you need to get into one too. So what about you go to the guest room and get some rest.”

Like a kid caught red-handed, Lucius disentangled from Severus and, arranging his clothes and hair, made his way to her.

“Thank you so much, Danica!” He engulfed her in his arms, propping his cheek on her elbow. She could feel his damp skin on hers, and she shot an inquiring look to Severus, who managed to mouth Don’t mention Esme in time for her to let go of her next impulse of asking Lucius directly.

“Don’t worry, Lucius. Have a good sleep!” That was his queue to retire, and he obliged. Just like he knew where Severus’ office was, he also knew where the guest room was and headed straight there, shoulders still hunched and head bowed.

Severus draped an arm over Dani’s shoulders and bent to kiss her forehead. He sensed the question forming in her mind but couldn’t take more of this story for now, and having to retell it meant he had to relive it which he wasn’t inclined to do so this soon, so he answered before she could ask, a habit he had formed a couple of years ago.

“It’s complicated. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, but for right now, I just need my wife and a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.”

She turned to face him and rose slightly on her tiptoes to kiss him as a response to his unasked answer. It was also a habit she developed a couple of years ago.

“I heard you. And I’m not storming away each day.”

“Oh, but you do, darling. And you know what that means? I have to remind you yet again who runs this place,” Severus dropped his voice and whispered against her lips as one thumb caressed a nipple through her nightgown and the other drew circles on her hip.

“Then let’s go and remind me,” she replied.

It was early morning when, this time, Severus finished Lucius’ story. They were tangled in the sheets, proof of his display of dominance and her blackmail and persuasion.

Dani couldn’t stop laughing by the end of the story, while Severus tried to make her stop, afraid she’ll wake up the children with her laughter.

“I can’t stop, love. Just imagine, the most whorish man I have ever known was cheated by his current and his former wife. Does that count as both of them cheating on him or just Esme?”

“Why? If you’re planning to do something like this, too bad I have no ex-wife,” he replied, palm massaging her lower back slowly, a self-satisfied smirk pulling lazily at his lips

“Oh, love, but I can be the ex. And I’ll help you choose your next wife. In the end, I will run with her, so she has to be a great match.”

He burst into a loud fit of laughter that got him a slap over his shoulder from Dani and an urgent whispered question, “So who’s waking up the children now?” They laughed together at that as silently as they could.

A few caresses and kisses later, they fell asleep embraced. Lucius could wait a couple of hours before Severus would wake up, think and come up with a plan.

Note: So the idea that started this story was me and @alwayssevvy talking about our life with our own Severus and Lucius when I suddenly changed one lyric from Vigilante Shit into Picture me scissoring with your ex wife, the ex wife in question being Narcissa. The rest is history.

#severus snape #lucius malfoy #severus snape x oc #lucius malfoy x oc #narcissa malfoy black #narcissa malfoy #narcissa malfoy x oc

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It put him in his glory to see Felicity like that. Presiding over the hall, waiting expectantly for people to come to her and pay pretty compliments. Her cloak split just so to show the beginnings of a bump. He had given her the dress robes she was wearing as a surprise that morning, knowing that she had planned to wear something old for lack of desire to spend time shopping. Instead she was dressed in fine tan linen that had been interwoven with gold thread to give the subtlest appearance of shine. Around her neck was a circle of pale, emerald cut peridots. Yes, everything was just as it should be. She rested her hand on her stomach, wedding ring glinting in the candlelight, and smiled at him through all the people. It was the first time they had used the ballroom together, the first time it had been used for anything in years and years, and Lucius was reprimanding himself for his surprise that she fit it so well. Everything made more sense with her in it – why not this too?

"I've neglected you tonight." The crowd had thinned by then, and as he snuck up behind her and put a hand on the small of her back, he noticed little hairs curling at the nape of her neck, coaxed out by the humidity of the room.

"Not at all. I had a duty to do, didn't I?"

"It was done beautifully. A wonderful example of how our society is thriving." His voice lowered. "I've been imagining something quite terrible all evening, you up on the buffet with your skirts around your waist…"

Felicity blushed, and tried not to twist her lips too noticeably. "When it's over," she whispered back.

Lucius was quite drunk by the time they finally got back to the bedroom, and although Felicity hadn't had a drop, she was as tired as he. They had had their tryst in the ballroom, delaying the elves' cleaning process and shocking one unnoticed partygoer who had walked back by the doors in search of a forgotten cloak. The Malfoys were not at all in a union of convenience, the guest was able to tell the grapevine the next morning. It seemed like the quick conception of that second baby hadn't been forced by the Dark Lord's hand.

Before stumbling into bed, Felicity helped him out of his clothes, including kneeling on the floor to unlace his shoes despite his vocal protests and repeated attempts to lift her up.

"I like it down here, Lucius," she told him, biting her lip and looking up. "And you're too drunk to get them off. I don't want you in bed with half your clothes on."

"You've done more than enough tonight. I can't have you down on the floor in that condition. Come on, get up, and I'll take yours off…"

"I want it again, Lucius. It's crazy how the hormones make me feel. Remember the beach, with Diana?"

"Oh yes, love, I remember that. Bending you over, the way you asked for it."

They were finally all unzipped and unbuttoned, naked together, and he pulled her backwards onto the bed.

"I'm drunk," he warned her.

"I already said that."

"So don't get your hopes up."

"I can already feel it," she whined, pressing back against him. He slipped his hand between her legs to feel her wetness, and then curled them to penetrate her.

"Why don't you wait for once?" he whispered to her. Lucius was hesitant to be rough with her now, wouldn't spank or choke her even if she wanted it. But in his haze he got his other hand under her torso and pinched her nipples. Lightly, but it was a pinch. "Why don't you wait until you really want it?"

"I want it all the time." She whimpered again as he pulled her closer and coaxed her top leg over his.

"You can cum. Actually, I want you to cum. But you'll get my cock when you get it."

"Lucius…"

"Sweetheart, who's in charge here?"

"You, you. Please."

She felt drunk. It was easy to feel that way when everyone else was. By the end of the party she had realized she could do anything, say anything, and be lauded as one of them. She could steer Lucius around the room like a child, she could elicit laughs from people whom she desperately hated, and who saw her as a whore who didn't share their values. And now she was in bed with her husband, all the jewels he had given her glistening in the candlelight as their sweat began to mingle together, begging him to give her release, to let her have just one more moment on his cock, as if tonight would be the last…

Lucius lowered the hand at her breast to her clit, his arm pressing somewhat hard into the swell of her stomach. "I love that," he said as he began to rub circles. "Holding what's mine so close to me. Does it hurt?"

She shook her head but could not speak. No, it didn't hurt. He wouldn't do anything to the baby that would hurt, and she wasn't so big yet that everything they did had to accommodate for it. "Can I please cum?"

The fingers inside of her jerked and so did she, her back arching even as he held her in place.

"Really?"

"Please, Lucius." Her mind drifted back to earlier, when he had knelt before her as she sat on the table, and lifted her skirt to taste her cunt. The suction he knew how to apply so well that knocked her back on her elbows, desperate for the moment when he finally stood up and took her. "Please, just one more…"

"Ok, love. Cum for me now. Right now."

He rolled a bit more on his back, pulling her with him as she thrashed and cried out. His lips found the space under her ear, and she reached back to touch his hair.

"You're a good girl. You're so malleable for me, so sweet. Is it good? Does it feel good?" She was nodding frantically, unable to speak. "Tell me it's good. You have to speak up."

"Yes, Lucius, thank you, thank you. Merlin, I love you. I love you."

"I love you, too. I love holding you like this."

Felicity began to quiet, and he gently took his hands away, letting her roll over and bury her head in his shoulder.

"Was it as good as my cock?" he asked with a little smile to himself, and she shook her head against him.

"Nothing is. Are you sure –" Her hand crept down between them.

"Leave it, sweetheart. Tomorrow, I promise."

In the morning, Lucius woke to a slightly spinning room and a wife who was dead to the world. It was very early still, but he wouldn't be able to sleep more. The curse of his hangovers was that he never stayed passed out for as long as it felt like he should be able to. He managed to get up and steady his way to the bathroom, where he took a remedy that gave him enough strength to get down to breakfast. There he stared at the same newspaper article for half an hour as he slogged through a bowl of oatmeal that he knew was the key to success for the rest of the day.

He was summoned by the Dark Lord in the middle of getting Diana dressed; not urgent, although any summoning was urgent, but the tingle was gentle enough that he knew he had time to make his appearance. He rushed the baby into a play dress quicker than he usually would, and then took her to the bedroom to get himself dressed and let Felicity know she was in charge for the rest of the day. But Felicity was not showering or dressing as he had imagined she would be. She was in the armchair, arms crossed over her chest and curling in on herself.

"Don't bring her in," she said, obviously failing at projecting her voice, and he froze at the threshold.

"What's the matter, love?"

"Put her back in her crib and come back. I don't feel well."

The world was slowing down as he obeyed.

you'll have to follow me to ao3 to see how it plays out

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