Aurelia's Story

"Haunted by the devils tongue
It whispers in your ear
Tells you all the awful things
That you don't want to hear
It mumbles in your daydreams
And wakes you in the night
It rambles through the field of your soul
And follows you to light
Into confession and into fear
That I know the hand that deals fate
Is standing very near
This is the cold unforgettable
Whisper whisper"

Whisper, Tyla (Dogs D'Amour)


A noise from the front of the manor startled Aurelia, and she quickly pulled her head out of the Floo, her hands trembling with distress. As she turned towards the door, Lucius walked towards her in his Death Eater robes, his eyes sparkling. “My darling wife,” he exclaimed as he elegantly swept her up into his arms. “Is it not a most beautiful night?”

Aurelia narrowed her eyes as the pieces clicked into place. “Lucius, I have just spoken to Professor McGonagall at Hogwarts.”

Lucius chuckled. “In deep distress at one of her darling Gryffindors being murdered, I hope?”

“Which of the children did you murder, Lucius?” Aurelia asked coolly, keeping her emotions under control as she knew she must.

“Oh, not one of the children. Even I do not stoop that low, darling,” he replied, laughing to himself, not knowing that Aurelia knew of the crimes he had committed in the first war.

“Who, Lucius?!” Aurelia raised her voice inadvertently, and Lucius raised his eyebrows as her emotion showed.

“Charlie, I think he was called. I wanted to go for Potter, but our master forbade me. In fact, the curse itself was aimed at that buck-toothed Mudblood friend of his, but the blood traitor dove in front of her. No matter, either was acceptable.”

“Did they see under your mask?” Aurelia asked angrily, furious both that he would do such a thing and that Voldemort would risk him so.

“Possibly, darling. I Apparated away as the Aurors arrived though.”

Aurelia lost the small amount of control she had remaining, and rushed outside to Apparate to Riddle Manor, where she imagined she would find Lord Voldemort.

As she approached the front of the manor, Aurelia shivered. No matter how many times she went into Voldemort’s presence, the unease never lessened. She spoke the password to open the front door, and moved towards the drawing room from whence she heard voices. Voldemort and Severus Snape were sat there. “Master, I desire an audience with you,” she declared imperiously, raising herself to her full height.

Voldemort sent Severus out of the room, and turned towards Aurelia. “What can I do for you at this late hour?” he asked, an amused glint in his eyes as he fingered his wand lovingly.

Her eyes flashed with anger as she advanced on him. “Master, what was the point in sending Lucius to attack the Weasleys? I cannot see that we made any gain in it, and there will be uproar tomorrow. The Ministry will not rest until they have Charlie’s killer behind bars, and Lucius is bound to be a prime suspect.”

Voldemort moved closer to Aurelia and smiled coldly. “Lucius specifically requested the chance to attack the Burrow, Aurelia. And perhaps we did not gain anything, but do you not find it pleasurable sometimes to do something merely because you enjoy it?” he asked, running a cold finger down her face.

Aurelia turned away from him in disgust, and walked towards the door. Voldemort hissed with anger, and cords flew out of his wand to bind her. She fell to the floor. “This is the second time I have had to tell you not to turn your back on me, Aurelia. You must be punished,” he spat, with a manic grin on his face.

Aurelia braced herself for the Cruciatus curse. “As you wish, master. Pain I can take.”

He bent down and pulled her to her feet before pushing her against the wall. “Oh no, Aurelia, I would not use something as common as the Cruciatus curse on you. Do you not remember the deal we made when you placed Confido Fidelitas on the Inner Circle?” Aurelia paled, and desperately tried to break free. “Ah, I see you do,” he said softly. “I should also like to remind you of the promise I made to you in the cave before you fell pregnant.”

Aurelia struggled against her bonds. “Master, I apologise. I swear, I remain loyal to you. Please, I beg you; do not separate me from Lucius and the twins. I will have your child; I will do anything, but do not take my family from me.”

Voldemort shook his head. “I shall not do that yet. However, you are now not to leave my side for twelve hours. You shall have a taste of what will happen to you should you anger me again.” Gently, he undid the clasp of her cloak and let it slide from her shoulders. Soon, she was stood in front of him in only her underwear. “Cast the contraceptive charm, Aurelia,” he said as he slowly moistened his lips.

“Master?” she questioned. “I thought you wanted me to bear your child.”

“I do, and we shall attend to that later. However, for now I thought that perhaps Severus could join us. I did bring him here tonight to reward him for his recent work, and I know he lusts after you.” Aurelia’s eyes widened in panic as Voldemort called him back into the room before turning his attention back onto her as he kissed her hard.

Severus moaned with longing as he looked at Aurelia. “Master, what is it?” he asked slowly.

“Lady Malfoy is joining us this evening, Severus. I rather thought that you may like to assist me in attending to our guest’s needs?” Voldemort asked, laughing as he noted the anger in Aurelia’s eyes.

Severus did not need a second invitation. Eagerly, he stripped off his clothing and smirked at Aurelia as he awaited further instruction from Voldemort, who began kissing Aurelia’s neck. He bit down hard, and despite herself Aurelia moaned with pleasure as his hands began roaming across her breasts. Voldemort smiled as he ripped off her underwear and began to rhythmically rub her clitoris. Out of the corner of her eye, Aurelia saw that Severus’ arousal was evident as he clearly struggled to control himself. Abruptly, Voldemort stepped back, leaving her resting against the wall, chest heaving. He looked her up and down appraisingly before pushing her into Severus’ waiting arms.

Severus in turn pushed her onto the floor, ignoring the hatred evident on her face. He thrust into her with a grunt of satisfaction before rolling onto his back and pulling her down onto him. Roughly, he squeezed her breasts and bit her neck, digging his fingernails into her. Finally, he came with a scream of pleasure before kissing her mouth deeply. Without pause, Severus pushed her off him, grabbed his robes and swept out of the room with a shudder.

Aurelia rose and met Voldemort’s stare challengingly. “If you wish to waste your time watching other men fuck me, at least summon my husband to do so,” she said angrily.

“Oh, I have no further desire to watch other men fuck you when I could be doing so myself,” Voldemort replied smoothly before he too tore off his clothing and wrapped his arms around her. Aurelia moaned as she felt his erect penis pushing against her clitoris. To her horror, she was finding herself deeply attracted to the Dark Lord. Voldemort loosened the cords that bound her. “Nagini!” he called.

Voldemort’s snake came slithering from out of the dark corner, and he gently picked it up and caressed it. “Do not fear Nagini, Aurelia,” he said tenderly before wrapping the snake around her torso. Voldemort smiled with delight. “And so the Gryffindor succumbs,” he muttered as he roughly pushed himself inside her.

Aurelia gasped in a strange combination of fear and exhilaration. The snake across her chest shifted slightly, and Voldemort groaned as he pushed his fingers between it and her breasts. “Lucius truly is a fortunate man, Aurelia,” he said between thrusts. “If either of you displease me, I shall not hesitate to keep you permanently by my side,” he said threateningly.

“As a reward for your servants?” she asked furiously.

“There are very few who would deserve such a prize, precious.” Suddenly, his thrusts became more frantic and as he came, his eyes rolled back in his head. Voldemort quickly withdrew, leaving Aurelia on the brink.

“Master, please,” she gasped, reaching down to finish.

Voldemort snatched her hands away. “No, Aurelia. You are here for my pleasure, not yours. This is your punishment, after all.” He unwound Nagini from her chest, sat down and pulled Aurelia onto his lap. She shook with arousal as he cradled her in his arms.

“There are no others alive who have had this effect on me, Aurelia. Have no doubt, if you betray me now you shall be punished more severely than any before. Those children of yours certainly are vulnerable…” he said musingly.

“You know that I am entirely yours. I will not betray you, master,” Aurelia replied, forcing her voice to stay steady.

“Oh, I know,” he said confidently. “Still, it does no harm to remind you, precious.” Voldemort looked down at her and laughed. “I wonder what the old fool would say if he saw his darling niece now? The shock would be second only to Potter himself turning, I suppose.”

Tired, she curled up in his lap and nodded. “He has no suspicion of me at all, master.”

He softly stroked her face. “If I did not value your position so much, I would tell him. The horror would devastate him.”

“And which position is that, master?” she asked flirtatiously.

Voldemort smiled. “Get some sleep now, precious. Once you are rested there shall be plenty of time for that.” Almost immediately, sleep claimed her and she went into her dreams with Voldemort’s red eyes boring into her.

When she woke again, Aurelia found herself strapped to the wall with Voldemort’s wand pressed against her throat. She met his gaze unblinkingly, and after a few seconds he smiled and relaxed. “Are you ready to try something new?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You know I will do anything you ask of me, master.”

He nodded, and slowly he dragged his sharp fingernails down her chest, raising red marks in his wake. Aurelia shivered. Voldemort placed his wand on the floor and hungrily kissed her breasts before moving down lower. When Aurelia felt as if she would explode with pleasure, he stepped back and leered. “Trust me,” he said quietly before placing both of his hands around her neck and squeezing as he drove himself into her with a loud grunt of satisfaction.

Aurelia gasped for air and felt herself becoming light-headed from lack of oxygen. Voldemort briefly released his hold before tightening it again as she came. The combination of the orgasm and the asphyxiation was like nothing she had felt before, and when Voldemort released his hold as he also came she felt her legs buckle underneath her. Voldemort undid her bonds and caught her in his arms. “Well?” he asked with a smirk.

Aurelia had still not caught her breath, and merely stared at him with wide, aroused eyes. “Kiss me, Aurelia,” he said suddenly. “Show me how much you desire me.” She held him tightly and kissed him deeply, holding on as he shuddered underneath her touch. She slid down his body and kissed his hairless chest, moaning as she did so.

Voldemort pulled back with a satisfied expression on his face. “Thank you, precious, that will do.” He sunk back into the nearest chair and motioned to Aurelia to sit at his feet. “I need to rest now, Aurelia. I am relying upon you to guard me whilst I am sleeping.”

She nodded. “I am honoured, master, and I will not fail you.” She collected his robes and placed them on him before covering herself with the robes that Voldemort had taken from her what seemed like a lifetime ago. Aurelia withdrew her wand and resumed her position at the foot of Voldemort’s chair as his eyes closed. Whilst she was aware that she had been given a rare opportunity, Aurelia felt certain that her loyalty was again being tested. Therefore, she settled and prepared to defend the Dark Lord Voldemort with her life if necessary, thus forfeiting the chance to harm him.

Nothing happened for the next few hours until Voldemort began to stir in his sleep. Aurelia turned around to check upon him and noted his obvious arousal. Without waking her master, she slid his robes aside and gently moved her tongue up and down his length. Still asleep, he groaned and pushed his pelvis towards her. Aurelia took him into her mouth as Voldemort slowly awoke. He held her head and moaned loudly as she quickly brought him to orgasm before climbing up onto his lap. “Did you sleep well, master?” she whispered.

“Very well, my precious.” He frowned. “I suppose I should return you to Lucius now.”

Aurelia nodded, attempting not to seem too eager. “He will be concerned about me.”

“Come, let us go then. Do not forget though, that should you displease me again, I shall not give you a second reprieve,” he said threateningly.

“If I were inclined to betray you, master, that would not be much of a deterrent,” she replied coyly.

Voldemort chuckled. “That is perhaps the only acceptable answer you could have given me.” He took her arm and they Apparated back to Malfoy Manor. “I shall wait in the study whilst you greet your husband,” he said as he swept off.

Aurelia nodded and walked through the manor in search of Lucius. She did not have to look for long, as he stormed out of the library when he heard her footsteps. Aurelia took a step back from the fury in his eyes, but he grabbed her around the waist and held her painfully.

“Darling, you are hurting me,” she said fearfully.

“Good,” he said angrily. “I shall continue doing so until you provide me with an explanation as to why Snape was just here crowing about how he fucked you senseless last night.” His grip tightened.

“My lord, you do not understand,” Aurelia replied desperately. “I did not want him to, I swear!”

“Then why did you not stop him? You are a witch, after all!”

“Oh, like I was able to prevent you when you raped me?” she snapped back bitterly.

Lucius growled angrily. “Yes, and you enjoyed that, did you not?” He tore her robes off. “I see you did not even bother to dress again, you whore.”

Tears began to fall from Aurelia’s eyes. “Lucius, please, I had no choice. You know I never wanted to betray you.”

Wordlessly, he ripped off his own clothing and forced himself into her. As he twisted her head up towards his, he saw the marks Voldemort had left upon her neck. “You have his marks all over you!” he exclaimed furiously.

“They are not his, you bastard!” she yelled back.

“Oh, then whose are they?”

“Lucius,” said Voldemort coldly, appearing in the doorway.

Lucius continued his thrusts into her. “I shall be with you shortly, master. As you can see, I am dealing with my wife,” he snarled as he forced her mouth onto his.

“By all means, continue. I know how wonderful it feels to fuck your wife; why, I could barely bring myself to stop to return her to you.”

Lucius ended his attack and spun towards Voldemort in shock. Aurelia whimpered and crawled across to the Dark Lord’s feet where she lay trembling. The irony that she was looking to him for protection did not fail to strike her. “But – Snape?” Lucius asked, his darkened eyes wide.

“Aurelia was being punished last night, and I forced her to allow Severus to take her for his reward. She clearly did not enjoy it, and I dismissed him again. I then had her to myself for the remainder of the night, and I must say that I am deeply envious of you, Lucius, for owning such a treasure.”

Lucius paled. “Aurelia, my darling, I did not know.”

“Perhaps you should let your wife explain before attacking her, Lucius,” Voldemort spoke for her. “As I told Aurelia, if either of you displease me further, I shall take her for my own permanently. If I hear you have harmed her again…”

“You will not, master, I assure you. I would not dare risk her like that,” Lucius swore as he gathered Aurelia into his arms. “She is mine, and I love her more than life itself.”

“I understand. In that case, my slippery friend, I shall not part you this time. However, I must inform you that you will from this moment be sharing her with me. Now I have had her for one night, it is an experience I must repeat.” Voldemort smiled cruelly, knowing Lucius could not refuse.

“Certainly, master,” said Lucius with a grimace. “It will be an honour.”

Voldemort nodded, and stroked Aurelia’s face possessively. “Until the next time, then.” He Disapparated from the manor. Lucius remained where he was in silence, still holding Aurelia in his arms. Finally, he spoke.

“You did not enjoy Severus’ touch, Aurelia?”

“No, Lucius, not at all. He was vicious, and I hated every second of it. You have to believe me, Lucius. We cannot let him come between us,” she begged him.

Lucius nodded slowly and kissed her lips. “You did not come for him?”

“For Merlin’s sake, no. He did not arouse me in the slightest,” Aurelia replied desperately.

He kissed her neck, and Aurelia moaned. “And our master?” he asked hesitantly.

“Do not do this, my Lord. Know only that it is you that I love and desire,” Aurelia pleaded. “I did what I had to do because I could not bear the thought of being without you.”

Lucius held her face in his hands. “You are mine, Aurelia, and I cannot stand the thought of another man touching you,” he said painfully.

Aurelia’s stomach squirmed as Sirius’ face arose in her mind, but she forced it back down. “Then do whatever you need to do to make me yours again, darling. I will do anything you desire of me.”

“Anything?” he asked hungrily.

“Anything,” she stressed. “Do whatever it takes to please you, my Lord. Disregard me.”

Lucius wrapped his arms around her and easily lifted her into the air. He carried her along the corridor, but they did not go upstairs. Instead, he turned down the spiral staircase into the very bowels of the manor. Aurelia looked around her in horrified fascination as she realised that he was taking her into the dungeons, presumably the one where he had tortured the Weasley’s son. Once they were inside, he locked the door, lowered her onto the cold stone floor and climbed on top of her. Lucius stared into Aurelia’s eyes.

“Do you really love me, Aurelia?” he asked slowly.

She met his gaze steadily. “Why else would I put myself through this, Lucius? I could not live without you.” In that instant, both knew that to be the truth.

“And do you swear that you will never leave me?” Lucius demanded.

Aurelia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to hers. “I swear,” she replied intensely.

He finally seemed to believe her. Lucius continued to look into her eyes as he quickly buried himself deeply within her, and they did not break their eye contact until he came, when he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the anger and pain had still not totally died. “I will share you with no-one other than our master, Aurelia. Never forget that.”

Aurelia nodded, and hooked her legs around his waist. “I would not even ask that of you if he were not so insistent. I asked for you, Lucius. You were on my mind throughout.”

Lucius’ muscles relaxed. “I believe you, darling.” In one motion, he stood and held her in position against his hips. He moved over to the wall, and supported her against it as he snapped her wrists into the arm cuffs on it. Aurelia kept her legs wrapped around him, and insistently squeezed him towards her. Lucius shuddered as he ran his hands over her breasts. He passionately kissed her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Aurelia moaned, and pushed her chest onto his. Rapidly, he buried himself within her, and they once again came together with deep moans of pleasure.

Lucius unbuckled her wrists and supported his weight. “Never do that to me again, Aurelia.”

“I love you, Lucius. Never forget that.”

He sighed. “I know you do. I just sometimes cannot understand why you are with me.”

Aurelia looked at him in shock. Whatever she had expected, this was not it. “Not only do I love you more than I have ever loved anything else, it is as I told you at our first meeting.”

Lucius raised his eyebrows and smirked as he recalled their first encounter. “Oh?”

“I actively seek out danger, it seems. With you, my Lord, that need is fulfilled.” She smiled as his eyes widened then darkened with renewed arousal.

Aurelia found herself unable to sleep that night as the consequences of the latest events worked their way through her head. Lucius was bound to be a prime suspect in the murder, and the new Minister, Rufus Scrimgeour, seemed determined to crack down on any suspicious activity. Tears formed in her eyes as she realised there was a strong possibility that Lucius would be taken from her; even more worryingly, without Lucius, Lord Voldemort would have no inhibitions in taking anything and everything he wanted from her.