Loss of Control
Thirteen
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Disclaimer:
them for my own amusement.
Content rated NC17. Basically,
this is total smut. If that offends you stop right here.
I see Lucius as being in total
control always.
The more Gwen thought about
the spell Lucius was using on her, the more curious she became to find out
why? Why was it so important to him that
he be the father of her children? It
wasn’t as if she and Draco weren’t intimate.
Of course, the girls could be Draco’s, the whole Malfoy family looked
enough alike that it was impossible to tell for sure who actually fathered
them. It was just so strange that Lucius
nevook ook advantage of the many other opportunities that presented themselves
to be with her. Draco was never home
during the day, and Narcissa could have cared less if Lucius was with
Gwen. Narcissa didn’t seem to care who
he was with, as long as it wasn’t her.
Time passed and Gwen perfected
a curse of her own to use if Lucius were to try again.
gone, Lucius showed up in her room, only this time Gwen was ready for him.
“Lucius, I wish I could say
it’s a pleasant surprise that you’ve shown up, but, we both know why you’re
here.” Gwen decided to take the initiative.
“What I don’t understand is why you feel it necessary to knock me up
every time we’re together.”
Lucius laughed, “Gwen, my
darling daughter-in-law…”
“Stop right there!
using on me,” Gwen threw the book she had found the information in at him,
aiming for his head.
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Lucius swiftly ducked, or she
would have hit her intended target, and grabbed the book out of the air.
were intelligent enough to figure out how I was doing it.”
“How, but
not why?”
“Draco has not turned out
quite the way I had hoped. I’m just
hedging my bets with a few other heirs in case I need to disown him.
more children, I needed a suitable brood mare.”
Gwen flew across the room,
throwing herself at him, “You miserable bastard!
look?” She was beating her fists against
his chest in her fury.
Lucius pushed her away with
one hand, making her sit on the edge of the bed. “Calm down, we don’t want you
to tired to finish what I need to do tonight, now do we?”
Gwen stood and started pacing
the room, “Tell me, Lucius, how many times do you
intend to do this. I can’t keep popping
out kids for you, you know.” She stopped
at the small bar in the corner of the room and poured herself a drink, which
she tossed back in one gulp. “What are
you hoping for?”
“A male heir, of course,” he
said with a smug smile
Gwen poured a drink, and
handed it to him. Smiling as he drank it
in one swallow. “Well, well, well.
saying those five little words I only hear you say in this room.
little spell in motion. If after you
make love to me you say ‘darling daughter-in-law’ you will have signed your own
death warrant.”
“What are you prattling on
about?”
“I made my own little
concoction, and you just drank it. If
you say those words after making love to me, you will have released the poison
in the drink. There is no antidote.
“Do you really expect me to
believe that a feeble little witch like you is capable of such an involved
scheme?”
great detail explaining exactly what was in the drink and how it all fed off of
his spell, making sure he understood there was only one way out for him.
or not. You are the only one who can
save you.”
“And if I just leave now, and
we don’t fuck, what happens then?” He
was beginning to believe she really had done something, but certainly not
anything fatal.
“Eventually the poison will
pass out of your system, but you know yourself, most of those ingredients are
very potent, I really have no idea how long before you’re in the clear.”
“Do you hate me so much that
you have to kill me?” He seemed unable
to believe she could do this to him.
“I don’t hate you at all.
you.”
“If you love me…”
“Lucius, you have to know that
I would always welcome you into my bed.
Like you once pointed out to me, you don’t even have to ask, you just
have to show up. What kind of a wife
does that make me? What kind of a
mother?” Gwen shook her head sadly. “It
pains me terribly to know that if you asked I would leave Draco and my children
in a second to be with you.”
“Well, after hearing that I’m
sure there is no way you would kill me.”
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“I won’t be killing you.
those words, and everything would be fine.
Life would go on as it is. No one
would ever know what transpired here tonight.”
She turned to look directly into his eyes, “Nothing would please me more
than if you made love to me and left without uttering another word. Who knows,
maybe I’d conceive without the help of your little spell.
tearing me apart inside.”
Gwen realized that he wouldn’t
let her see any fear, so she gave herself willingly to him.
than he’d seen before. She did all the
things she knew he liked, hoping that he’d be spent and unable to
continue. Gwen tried every trick she
knew, but no matter what she did, he didn’t come.
Lucius smiled at her, he had
definitely enjoyed her efforts. “Gwen,
part of the spell is that I can’t come until you do.
then I can come.”
“Then just leave, go…I can’t…I
just want you to go, we can wait out the poison.
whatever you want to me.” She was crying quietly.
gently parted her legs and slid inside her.
This was a very different Lucius than she had ever seen.
caressing as he slowly rocked his hips against hers.
not respond to him, Gwen wrapped herself around him, holding on to him with
everything she had, knowing that this could be the last time they were
together, and rocked in rhythm with him. As she felt herself getting closer and
closer to finishing she felt Lucius kissing the tears from the corners of her
eyes.
“Gwen, look at me,” he said
softly, “I need…”
“Lucius….no…” But she did
look, and as their eyes met she felt the start of her orgasm.
and they continued to stare into each other’s eyes as they rocked to their
finish.
Gwen held tightly to him, even
as he tried to move away from her. She
pleaded with him, “Lucius please don’t say a word.
leave. Don’t even look at me. Please.
Please, Lucius…if I could take back what I’ve done I would. Pe.”
As he moved away from her
their eyes met once again, and in his she could see the cold haughty look that
she always found there.
“Lucius, please,” she said as
she watched him dressing, “please… if you have any feelings for me at all,
don’t say a word.”
As he walked to the door, she
sat up; leaning toward him, arms extended palms out as if to push him out the
door before he said anything.
“Gwen, you don’t think I
really believed any of that spell babble do you?”
recognize was back, “Rest well, my darling daughter-in-law, rest well.”
of anguish.
Gwen cried herself into an
exhausted sleep, hoping against hope that she had somehow missed an important
ingredient, or left out an incantation to the spell, but deep in her heart she
knew she had not. All that was left was
to wait and see how long it took to act.
Two days later Lucius was
still alive and she was hoping that she had forgotten an integral part of the
spell. Then she ran into Lucius in the
library as she was rechecking the steps to the spell.
Gwen, I really don’t feel all that well.
Maybe there was something to your little plan.”
“Oh Lucius, you couldn’t just
leave, you had to have the last word, and see what it has gotten you.”
“It’s probably nothing, just
my imagination playing tricks. You were very persuasive after all.”
“I hope so.
differences in his appearance, and finding none.
the same arrogant Lucius she loved. “No
matter what, you know I love you, even though you don’t have any feelings for
me, I still love you, I always will.”
“I have feelings for you,
Gwen, just not the ones you want me to have.
You were the best toy I’ve ever had.
And I’ve had quite a few.” Lucius pulled her into his arms and kissed
her gently, then turned and walked away.
“You son of a bitch, the least
you could have done is said you loved me too.” She muttered as he departed.
He stopped, turned and looked
at her, “I thought I just did,” he said.
Ignoring the shocked look on her face he left.
That night Lucius passed away,
quietly in his sleep.
Draco took his father’s death
very hard, and Gwen knowing she was to blame was incapable of consoling
him. The only thing that slightly
cheered Draco was Gwen’s announcement, several months later that she was once
again expecting.
Nine months to the day of
their fatal encounter, Gwen gave birth to a healthy baby boy.
honor of the grandfather he would never know.
Gwen felt it a fitting name as the baby had white blond hair, and blue
eyes, like her daughters, except that even at three days old he already had an
icy stare and a smirk identical to that of his grandfather.
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