Star Sisters

Chapter XV: Descending into Darkness

With a soft pop, Morgana Apparated into the snow-covered garden of Malfoy Manor. She froze and looked around. The dogs seemed to be inside, otherwise they would have stirred by now, and all the windows were dark. The Malfoy New Year’s party had obviously ended early.

When she started moving towards the back door, Morgana realised that she was shaking. From the cold, she tried to convince herself, and pulled her cloak tighter around her. But if she were honest with herself, she would admit that the cold had nothing to do with her shaking. What made her body shake was anger, pure, white-hot rage.

How dare they? How dare Snape push her away yet again? How dare he touch Charis? And how dare Charis keep quiet about it?!

When Snape had agreed to dance with her in the dark corridor, Morgana had almost been unable to believe her luck. She had been longing to be close to him for the last four weeks, and she would have been more than content with the dance. But then he had kissed her and had awakened the feelings she had carefully hidden away: desire, lust, longing. She had wanted him. And she had thought that he had wanted her, too. After all, he had initiated the kiss, he had pinned her up against the wall, and he had ground himself against her.

When they had been disturbed and he had pulled away, Morgana had been disappointed, but she had understood. Neither of them could afford to be caught. She would have been expelled, and Snape would have lost his job, had they been caught. But she had believed – hoped – that he would come back to her.

When she had seen Zabini and Charis, Morgana had known that Snape would not come back to her that night. He had a responsibility to his students. He had a job to do. And she had understood.

But then she had seen the look in Snape’s eyes when he had looked at Charis, had heard the words he spoke to her. And the tone he had used had spoken of lust and desire. They had been intimate. Severus Snape and Charis Byrne, her teacher and her best friend. And Charis had not even told her.

They were surely shagging now in that shabby room at the Three Broomsticks, Morgana thought. On the very bed where she had wanted Snape to take her. And he had certainly forgotten all about her by now, had forgotten all the promises his body had made to her.

Morgana set her jaw. If Snape didn’t play fair, neither would she. And if he didn’t give her what she desired, what her heart and body craved for, she knew another wizard who would. And that wizard would not push her away. He would take her and everything she had to offer. And she would give himself willingly to him.

And with her mind clouded by jealousy and her body aching from unfulfilled desire, Morgana pushed open the door that led to the kitchen of Malfoy Manor.

Silvy awakened at once and scrambled from her cardboard box to greet Morgana. ‘Good morning, Miss,’ the elf said, bowing so deeply that her nose touched the floor. ‘What can Silvy do for Miss Morgana?’

‘Is your master home?’ Morgana asked curtly. Normally, she always had a nice word to spare for the elf, but not today. Today, she had no nice words for anyone.

‘Yes, Miss,’ Silvy replied. ‘Master Lucius is sleeping in his chamber.’

‘His chamber?’ A triumphant smile flitted over Morgana’s lips. If Lucius was sleeping in his chamber, that meant that he was alone. But to be sure, she double-checked. ‘Is your master alone?’

Silvy nodded. ‘Does Miss Morgana want Silvy to bring her to Master’s chamber?’

‘No, Silvy. I will find the way.’ And for the first time that night, Morgana smiled at the elf. ‘Before you go back to sleep, Silvy, would you ward the door to your master’s room to make sure we will not be disturbed?’

‘Yes, Miss Morgana,’ the elf replied, once more taking a deep bow. ‘Anything for Miss Morgana.’

Morgana patted the elf on the head and then silently made her way up the stairs. She had been at Malfoy Manor often enough to know which steps creaked, and she avoided them carefully. And she also knew which door led to Lucius’ private chamber. Narcissa never went there, Morgana knew this, too. And she was confident that Lucius did not bring his mistresses there either. This room was his kingdom, and tonight, she would be his queen.

She lit a single candle by the door that gave just enough light for her to make out Lucius’ form. He was lying on his back, one arm over his head and his chest exposed. And the silken sheet that covered his legs and waist was sheer enough to make out that he was naked.

Morgana steadied herself against the bedpost and took in the delicious sight. The air in the room was filled with the scent of Lucius’ aftershave, sandalwood and musk. And there was also the scent of wine, coming from a half-empty glass that was standing on the nightstand. Hopefully, he had not drunk too much, Morgana thought. It would be a shame if he failed to rise to the challenge tonight.

Gingerly, she approached the bed. Her eyes never left the sleeping wizard, not even when she took the wine glass from the nightstand and emptied it with one big gulp, washing away the taste of Severus Snape that was still hanging on her lips. The wine was sweet and heavy and filled her with the confidence to carry out the task she had set herself.

She would be lying if she said that she was not scared. Like all girls, she wanted her first time to be special and romantic. And Lucius had shown her that he was capable of giving her anything she desired. But she could not have that tonight. Lucius mustn’t know that he had never taken her maidenhood last time, and hence they would have to move quickly, without caresses and without any emotions.

She leant in, close enough to feel his breath on her cheek, close enough for her lips to almost touch his ear as she whispered: ‘Wake up, Lucius, and I will show you heaven.’

He stirred but did not wake, and Morgana let her lips brush against his ear.

‘Narcissa,’ he mumbled in his sleep and turned his head, his lips seeking for those that had just touched his ear.

Morgana narrowed her eyes, anger bubbling in her chest once more. He did long for his wife then. Maybe she should forget about him and leave before he woke up? The last thing she needed was yet another man pushing her away for another woman. But she locked the feeling away in the deepest corner of her heart and leant in once more. She needed him tonight, and her Slytherin brain would make sure that she got what she wanted.

‘I will make you forget all about Narcissa,’ she murmured in a low voice.

To that, Lucius’ eyes snapped open, and for a moment, he just stared at her. ‘Morgana,’ he gasped as he had found his voice again. ‘How ...? What ...?’

Morgana sat up and quirked an eyebrow at the blond wizard. ‘Disappointed?’ she asked in a slightly mocking tone.

‘Disappointed? No, no, my love.’ Finally, Lucius seemed to be able to form coherent sentences. ‘Is this a dream?’ he asked, reaching out for her as if to check that he was indeed not dreaming. He could not believe his luck. The girl had kept away for almost a month, and he had already considered sending her another piece of jewellery to make her return to his bed. But there she was now, sitting right beside him in the middle of the night. And she had come to him of her own free will.

‘Do you want it to be a dream?’ Morgana asked as Lucius’ fingers traced her face and then down over her shoulders and her sides. ‘Because if you’d rather be dreaming, I will ask Silvy to make up the guestroom for me, and you can go back to sleep.’

Lucius chuckled and took hold of her hips. ‘No chance, darling. You are getting out of that dress and in here under the sheets with me right this instance.’

He pulled her on top of him, and his hands had already started pulling up her dress when Morgana pinned him down playfully. If she wanted her plan to work, she could not let him take command. Not yet. She would have to be in charge. She would have to set the rules.

‘Please, love,’ Lucius begged. ‘I want to hold you against me and feel your skin against mine. Please, take off that dress.’

Once more Morgana took hold of his roaming hands. ‘There is no need to rush,’ she whispered. ‘Silvy has warded the door, and no one will disturb us. We have all night.’ She bent down and teasingly brushed his lips with hers. ‘And when the morning comes, I want us both to be hoarse from screaming each other’s name and our bodies to ache after a night of passion.’

‘Morgana,’ Lucius gasped, bucking his hips up against her, his cock twitching in anticipation. What had happened to the shy virgin he had bedded a month ago? When and how had she turned into such vixen? Her words alone were enough to make him hard.

Once more, he let his hands trace up her thighs to squeeze her delicious butt cheeks. ‘Let me make your body sing, my love,’ he whispered.

‘And how exactly are you planning to do that?’

The tone of Morgana’s voice was cold as ice, and Lucius frowned. Something seemed amiss. ‘Darling, you don’t seem yourself tonight,’ he started, his hands now making small circular movements on her back. ‘What’s wrong, dear heart?’

‘I did not come here to talk, Lucius.’

Merlin’s balls, the girl had really come just to shag him! Lucius smirked inwardly. He would certainly make sure that she got exactly what she had come for.

He pushed himself up into a sitting position and pulled her closer towards him, started nibbling at her neck. ‘Then take off your dress, and let me make love to you, angel.’

He felt her stiffen in his arms, and her next words surprised him beyond reason.

‘I do not want you to make love to me tonight, Lucius,’ she said in a firm tone. ‘I want you to take me as you have never taken a woman before. I want you to take me hard until I scream your name in ecstasy. I want you to explode inside me and tell me that I am the best shag you ever had.’

Lucius gasped in genuine surprise. ‘You want to be ravished, my love?’ He couldn’t believe it. Was that girl really telling him that she wanted to be fucked, that there was no need for tender words and caresses, no need for lovemaking? Oh, he could live with that.

Morgana grabbed Lucius’ face with both her hands and crushed his lips with hers, hoping he would take her feverish kiss as a yes. Of course, she did not want to be ravished. She wanted him to be as tender as he had been that afternoon in the white room on the bottom floor of the Manor. But if he made sweet love to her that night, if he entered her slowly and carefully, he would notice that she was still a virgin, and that would give him reason for far too many unwanted question. So yes, she needed him to take her roughly. She needed him to break through her hymen quickly enough for him not to notice. And in case it hurt, she needed a reason for her tears. But to her surprise, the thought of him overpowering her turned her on beyond reason.

As she released his face, Lucius smirked. ‘What the lady wants ...’

With the agility of a cat, he shifted round and before Morgana knew it, she was lying on her back with Lucius on top of her. And she did not resist. He had indeed taken her kiss as a yes, and now she would have to play along.

‘Now,’ Lucius growled, ‘to get rid of this ridiculous dress ...’ He ripped it open with his bare hands before letting them run down all the way from her lips, over her neck and chest and past her belly just to hover over her core.

‘I can feel your heat, Morgana,’ he hissed. ‘All that passion, just for me.’

He did not need his wand to remove her bra and knickers. To do that without a wand was one of his finest tricks. He drank in her physique for a moment before covering her petite, young body with his and kissing her feverishly, clamping her hands above her head. She had told him that she wanted to be ravished, and he intended to fulfil her wish.

Morgana could feel the tip of Lucius’ cock rub against her entrance, and she willed herself not stiffen or even flinch. She was ready, she told herself. She had to be.

She gasped with surprise and pain as he swiftly thrust into her up to the hilt. It hurt, but not as much as she had imagined. And as he thrust into her with rapid, hard movements, Morgana felt her body adjust to him, respond to him in a manner she had not thought possible. And the pain gave way to a sensation for which she did not know a name.

As Lucius started biting her neck, she wrapped her legs around his hips. She wanted to feel him deeper inside her, wanted him to fill her completely. And as he asked her if she liked it, she could only moan.

She whimpered in disappointment as he withdrew from her, but Lucius ignored her protest. He, too, had a plan. If she wanted to be taken hard, if she wanted to scream his name in ecstasy, he would make her. The thought of dominating her gave him such a rush that he almost came just thinking of it. But he would make sure his seed flowed into her womb that night. What better way to father the Heir of Darkness than by raw, passionate sex?

He flipped Morgana over onto her knees and entered her from behind, one hand curled into her hair and the other on her hip as he slammed into her. Merlin, the girl was tight, he thought as he relentlessly drove into her, licking his lips and growling like an animal. This was a night he was not going to forget too soon.

Morgana felt her body tremble, but not with fear nor from pain. This was lust, pure, animalistic lust. She felt it wash over her in waves, imagined her whole body being on fire. And as Lucius guided his hand in between her legs to pinch her clit, she exploded, threw back her head and screamed out his name as she had promised she would.

‘Yes, Goddess in heaven! Lucius! Yes! YES!’

The contracting of her muscles around his cock drove Lucius over the edge, and with a few short, powerful thrusts he spurted his seed into her womb, growling her name and gently caressing her back before collapsing and letting himself fall onto the bed beside her.

‘Oh, love,’ he gasped, pulling Morgana towards himself and covering her neck and shoulder blades with tender kisses. ‘This was incredible.’

He was not even lying. He hadn’t had a shag that good in years. And if the girl kept going on like that, he would gladly shag her for a couple of months before she fell pregnant. Not that he had any doubt that he would impregnate her as soon as the right time of the month arrived. But until then, he would happily shag her just for fun.

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To her own surprise, Morgana slept peacefully that night. And when she woke up in Lucius’ arms in the morning, she felt more rested than she had for months. And she was glad that she had stayed after all.

When she had heard Lucius’ breathing become slow and regular, she had considered freeing herself from his embrace and sneaking out. She had received what she had come to the Manor for, and to be honest, she did not want to spend the night. But when Lucius had tightened his embrace and snuggled up against her back, she had changed her mind. And when he – still half asleep – had murmured that he wanted her to stay and that he wanted to make love to her in the morning, she had relaxed and let her tired eyes flutter shut and slept soundly until an hour before sunrise when she had felt Lucius shift behind her and leave the bed. Then her eyes had snapped open, and a feeling of panic had risen in her chest. Where was he going? Was he leaving her?

She had just been about to sit up and call for him when she had felt his weight on the mattress once more.

‘Remembered that you are at home and don’t need to sneak out?’ she had murmured, trying to hide her insecurity with a snarky remark.

‘Forgive an old man, dear heart,’ Lucius had chuckled. ‘Lack of sleep makes me feel cold.’

The delicate satin of Lucius’ robe had brushed against her naked skin as Lucius had wrapped his arms around her once more, and with a happy sigh she had drifted off into the land of dreams again.

The sun was up when Morgana woke again. She could see the soft light of morning fall through the gap in the curtains. She knew that she should not be lying there, that she should hurry back to Hogwarts and sneak into the Great Hall for breakfast before anyone noticed that she had been gone all night. But she did not want to leave. Lucius’ arm around her waist felt as if it belonged there, and so did his lips that were still lingering at her neck. And suddenly, Lucius’ embrace was all that mattered. Hogwarts didn’t matter, Charis did not matter, and sure as hell Severus Snape did not matter.

The first thing Lucius did when he woke up was pull the young witch who was lying in his arms closer towards him. He didn’t wake up with company too often. Normally, he would disappear in the dead of the night, not caring about the woman he left behind. Most of the time, he would have forgotten her name by the time he came home. And the nights he spent with his wife seldom made either of them long for a cuddle in the morning. But he had to admit to himself now that it felt rather nice having a young, warm body pressed up against his own. And still he could not believe his luck: the girl had actually come to him of her own free will; she had spread her legs wide for him and had welcomed him into her flesh with a passion that had burnt his very skin. And she had stayed the night. Lucius smirked. He had succeeded. The girl was his now, his alone.

She was awake, he could tell by the way her body was shifting in his arms, and he decided to woo her a little more, just for the fun of it.

‘I had a horrible nightmare, my love,’ he whispered into her ear. ‘I dreamt you had left and I woke up alone. And it filled my heart with sorrow. But you are here, my angel. And I couldn’t be happier about it.’

He nuzzled into her neck, relishing the soft moan that escaped her lips, and he felt his own body react immediately.

‘You have surprised me, love,’ he murmured as he thrust his hips forward so his semi-hard cock came to rub against her backside. ‘Your eagerness to be dominated excited me beyond words, Morgana.’

He turned her around and claimed her lips, and Morgana kissed him back, feverishly, trying to put all her feelings into that kiss. And as Lucius rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, she – once more – did not resist.

Yes, she had enjoyed being dominated last night, had enjoyed being taken and had even enjoyed the pain. But the look in Lucius eyes as she lowered herself onto his cock now gave her a rush she could not have imagined before. Lucius Malfoy wanted her, desired her, and now she was the one to decide whether to fulfil his wishes or not. She was in charge over the wizard who was lying beneath her, and the surge of power alone made Morgana almost tumble over the edge, and she pulled Lucius up, wanting to look into those hungry eyes while she rode him to his climax.

‘When will you come back, love?’ Lucius asked her with a sad expression on his face as Morgana put on her dress half an hour later. ‘Make it soon, because I will be yearning for you from the very second you leave this room.’

Morgana shrugged. ‘If anyone finds out that I have spent the night here instead of the Slytherin dormitory, I am most likely to receive enough detentions to last until the term ends. I’ll be lucky if I get to see sunlight before June.’

‘Then I will come to you rescue, dear heart,’ Lucius promised with a smile. ‘I will storm into the dungeons of the castle and slay any foul beast that is keeping you away from me.’

‘Even the Bat of the Dungeon?’

Lucius sneered. ‘Snape,’ he spat. ‘Yes, that dried-up old bat would certainly enjoy standing in the way of our love. He wouldn’t know what love was it if hit him over the head with a Bludger.’

Morgana’s mouth fell open, and Lucius embraced her, smiling triumphantly and stroking her hair. From the moment the girl had shown up by his bedside, he had known that he had her heart in his hand. And the confession of his love would now make sure that she would not even try to escape.


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