Eve of Armageddon

He arrived at our hideaway cabin on the Malfoy estate just as the sun set. I watched him approach on horseback from where I lounged by the upstairs bedroom window. The rays of light danced across his pale features, picking up the silver highlights in his hair as he sat haughtily perched in the saddle. His posture practically screamed nobility, and I found myself aroused by the mere hint of his power.

He disappeared from my view as he took the horse around back to the small stable. I could hear the whinnies of his horse as Lucius corralled him with my own mount. A few minutes later, he entered the cabin. I heard him tooling around downstairs for a moment.

Anticipation ate away at me, just as it always did when I knew we would share a bed. He is a busy man. He barely ever has time to spend with me, but he did not hesitate to fulfill my request to make time for me tonight. More was the pity for how this night would end.

Finally, I heard his feet coming up the stairs. His cane tapped lightly on the steps as he advanced. “I’m here, Lucius,” I called. “In the bedroom.”

He opened the door slowly and entered. He looked at my attire, or rather, lack thereof, and smirked ever so slightly. “Aren’t we anxious?”

I snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself. You are the one who likes me better naked. I simply anticipated your desires.”

He gave my body a swift appraisal before turning to strip off his own robes. “You will give me what I desire all night then, yes?”

I felt my sex tighten again. “Yes, Lucius. You know that I always do.” I rose and walked over to where he stood. “Allow me.”

I removed his riding cloak, and then helped him off with his robes. I raked my teeth gently across his neck and shoulder as I worked to remove his clothing. He shuddered and exhaled softly. “You anticipate my desires well.”

“As I said, I always do.”

He turned to face me, a very serious look on his face. “Then what do I desire now, more than anything?”

I smirked and cocked my head to the side. “For me to allow you to be in total control tonight. I already know, my power-hungry Death Eater.”

He nodded slowly. “Correct. And you are prepared for that?”

“Absolutely.”

He smiled slightly. “Good.” He carried his clothing over to the wardrobe and carefully put them inside.

I thought as I watched him move about the room, lighting candles with his wand, that I could not believe how long we had been together. I had loved Lucius Malfoy since the very first time we were together. He was the only constant in my life any more, unless of course, one counts the loneliness. I never see Bellatrix any more because she remains close to Voldemort, Draco is always at the school, and Lucius keeps me away from my twin. I spend everyday alone, no one to keep me company but the house-elves, and as they exist only to serve, they do not speak to me for any reason except to assess my needs and obey my orders.

Since I do not regularly interact with the outside world, Lucius is the only person I have been involved with since my years at Hogwarts. We had a perfect relationship save for one thing.

My twin.

Lucius hates my twin. And for that, part of me hates him too. I love both my siblings. Their blood flows through my veins, and even more so with my twin, as we have the bond formed in sharing our mother’s womb. I remembered the day Bellatrix was sent to Azkaban. I mourned on that day, as I was certain I would never see her again. I also remembered the day I found out she had murdered our cousin Sirius. It was the only day I ever felt hatred for her. I felt her blood ties should have been more important than her loyalties to any lord.

“Did you hear me?”

I was abruptly drawn out of my distracted thoughts when I realized that Lucius had been addressing me. He had walked behind me and grasped my shoulders to get my attention. “I apologize. I was just thinking.”

He bit me on the neck, and then sucked on my bruised flesh. “About?”

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy his attentions. “Do not concern yourself. We may speak of this later.”

He turned my head to face him and greedily kissed me, his tongue thoroughly exploring my mouth. When we were both breathless, he pulled back to stare into my eyes. “As you wish, Narcissus.”

I turned my body around so that we stood fully face to face and toe to toe. I kissed him roughly and caressed his chest and abdomen, avoiding the sensitive organ that jutted forth from his pelvis. It grew and bobbed toward me, as if stretching to reach my hand in hopes that I would grasp it. My own manhood was already so hard, it practically ached.

I kissed my way down his body and knelt in front of him. I slowly took him in my hand and stroked him, looking up to gauge his reaction. He let out a primal grunt and grabbed the back of my head. He pulled me toward his cock, and I did not hesitate to take him into my mouth. He closed his eyes and groaned deep in his throat. Oh, how I loved that sound. As I increased my tempo in response to it, he tossed his head back. He continued to guide my head as I worked my mouth up and down his length. I cupped his sacque and removed my mouth to run my tongue up from his perineum to the tip of his cock. I then sucked first one then otheother soft fuzzy gland into my mouth. His legs wobbled a bit, and I stopped long enough to steady him and lead him back to sit on the bed.

I gripped him and stroked down on his shaft so that the foreskin pulled back off his glans. I then took that most sensitive part of him back into my mouth, sucking hard. He groaned loudly and thrust his fingers into my hair. Like a true Slytherin, he hissed as his breaths became more labored. I worked my mouth all the way up and down his length, slowly this time, as I savored each delicious hiss. I gripped his manhood with one hand and my own with the other. I squeezed gently on the base of his shaft, while stroking along the full length of my own.

He pulled my hair to let me know that he wanted me to stop. I lifted my head and raised my eyebrows to him. He answered my silent question, “I can take no more of this. I want you . . . now!”

I obediently rose from my position on the floor. I sat beside Lucius and kissed him again. This was more gentle, a gesture between lovers. I lay on the bed and placed a pillow under my head. He stood and went to the wardrobe to retrieve a small vial from his robes. I looked up at him in anticipation as he knelt between my legs. He opened the small bottle that contained the sandalwood scented oil that he loved to use so much. I watched with something akin to wonder as he slowly worked it over the head of his cock, then all down the length. He then grasped my own hardness and poured a few drops onto the tip. He stroked the unction into my velvety skin, which glistened in the candlelight.

He probed my tight orifice with first one then two slickened fingers, slowly stretching me to receive him. I moaned and tossed on the mattress as he rubbed his fingers back and forth along the sensitive gland within. I gripped my throbbing sex and jerked my hand a few times. Lucius forced me to remove my hand. In hind sight, I am grateful that he did. Otherwise it would have ended too soon.

He pulled my legs up waist high and spread them apart. I placed my hands on my knees to hold the familiar posture. Lucius spread my cheeks with one hand and used the other to guide his pulsing manhood inside me. I relaxed my muscles to accept him. It took several lingering strokes before he was completely encased in my warmth.

We panted and grunted as he drove into me. I was consumed by the heat, his fire burning inside me. The only cooling sensation came from drops of sweat that fell from his face and landed on my stomach where they mingled with my own.

I closed my eyes tightly and cried out as I felt my release fast approaching. I was vaguely aware of him stroking my cock right before I came. My eyelids shot up and I watched my essence jet up from beneath his hand to arc down and land along my lower belly. He thrust a few more times, his moaning becoming more pronounced. And then he pulled out abruptly and shot his seed all the way up along my torso. I dipped my fingers into it and rubbed it into my skin. It slicked down the gossamer hairs that peppered my chest.

I licked his essence from my fingers then bore my fangs and hissed. I pounced on him so quickly; he had only time enough to give a slight, strangled cry. I sank my teeth into his neck and drank of his life’s blood as he struggled beneath me. I had a sudden feeling of something hot and wet splattering against my thigh. He came again as I fed on him then fell limp in my arms.

I lifted him and laid him at the head of the bed and cradled him against me. I absently licked at the wounds I’d inflicted to encourage their swift healing.

Lucius slept a fea few hours after our coupling. As usual, I lay awake, waiting for him to regain his strength enough to awaken. Eventually, my lover stirred in my arms a little before the turning of the hour that marked the new day. He fought his way toward consciousness and stared blurrily up into my face.

“Sleep well, Malfoy?”

“Yes, Bathory. Very well.” Our faces were very serious as we exchanged words. When I referred to him by his family name, he knew that the topic of discussion would be an unpleasant one.

“Good. Because I need to speak with you about something very important, and I do not think you will like it. It is best that you had a restful sleep first.”

He disentangled himself from my embrace and sat up to stare down at me. His eyes were mild, but his jaw was set in a tight grimace. “Then speak.”

I propped myself up on one elbow and looked back at him with the same haughty air he used on me. “I suppose you know already what I am about to say. I can no longer see you again.”

He did not even blink. He just stared at me then said one word. “Why?”

“It’s complicated.”

“You owe me an explanation.”

I frowned at him. “Fine. I do not wish to see you anymore for two simple reasons. One, you are cruel to my sister.”

“I would think you would be glad of that. My treatment of Narcissa should guarantee to you that I do not want her. Only you. I would not have even been able to sleep with her to produce an heir if it weren’t for her resemblance to you. And even then, I could only take her from behind as her breasts were an inescapable reminder that she was not you.”

“Just because I do not like that you must be married to my twin for appearances to the wizarding world does not mean I wish her harm!” I roared. “I know that you have been beating her . . . like a common house-elf!” I sat up and stared menacingly at him. “Make no mistake, Lucius. I love Narcissa. I’ve never wished your high-handedness upon her.”

His face darkened at my threatening posture. He rose from the bed and went to the wardrobe to retrieve his garments. “And the other reason?” he called tensely over his shoulder as he dressed.

“Tomorrow, Lucius. Tomorrow will decide the fate of our world. I need to free myself of you for both our sakes. By the setting of the sun on the approaching day, if Voldemort is victorious . . .”

“When he is victorious.”

“Do not be naïve, Lucius! You are smart enough to know better than to be so foolishlyoganogant. It could go either way and you know it. Potter has developed into a powerful wizard under Dumbledore’s tutelage. He will not be so easily defeated by your master. And when this war ends at eventide tomorrow, you will either be a noble under Voldemort’s reign or a defeated prisoner of war on his way to Azkaban. Or worse.” I could not even voice that final morbid possibility. “I do not think it would be in your best interest in either case to be found out to be a wizaho bho buggers his brother-in-law regularly, especially since your brother-in-law is a wizard with vampiric traits. Just think how your pureblood loving comrades will feel about you snogging and shagging a man, and one who is of a pure wizard family, but is not, in their eyes, a pure wizard. Azkaban or no, they would surely kill you.” I thought of Sirius and fought to swallow the bile that rose in my throat. “If my sister Bellatrix could so easily murder our cousin, and with no remorse, she would not think twice about disposing of us both. Perhaps Narcissa and Draco as well. The Dark Lord likes to punish entire families. He’d relish in the destruction of the house of Malfoy if he deemed you not worthy to be his servant. How would you like to die like the Potters?”

He turned on me in a rage. “Do not try to claim that you do this for me! You do this to save your own skin because you believe we will lose!”

I smirked at him coolly. “No, Lucius. I do this to save us both. I am sorry if I hurt you in doing so, but it is how it must be.”

His face contorted as he tried to contain his fury, clearly unwilling to allow me to witness his discomfiture at my decision. Finally he pasted on his best look of false indifference and finished dressing. He walked to the door and addressed me for what would likely be the last time. “Very well, Narcissus. If this is what you want, s it. it. I promise you that once Lord Voldemort comes to power, I will make sure you are protected, but that is all I will ever offer you again. Do not try to reconcile with me for I will no longer have you. You will rot alone in misery until the end of your days, the Bathory Manor house-elves your only company. I forbid Narcissa or Draco from ever seeing you again.”

I sniffed. “Right. I’m sure Draco will listen to you, but I’ve never been very fond of that little shite anyway. He exemplifies all the things I despise about you. He has always been nothing more to me than proof that you shag my sister.”

He frowned as I cast aspersions on his precious offspring and then his face lit up in a hateful grin. “I think I will go now to Narcissa. I’m sure she is at home eagerly awaiting me, hoping that I will come to quench her fire. Since you are not interested, I think I will make love to her. What do you think of that, Bathory?”

My blood boiled at first. Whatever he might have felt about my leaving him, our history warranted better. Then I remembered that he’d sent her away from home for her protection. And then I remembered the last time I’d spoken to my twin sister, and I remembered what she told me about the latest brutality that Lucius had subjected her to.

I smiled back at him with equal malice and chuckled. “Good luck.”

END OF PART 1