Yin and Yang

Disclaimer ; see chapter I

Chapter 2
Lucius watched the nearly naked girl sitting on his bed for a moment. She hadn’t
tried to cover her nakedness, but she seemed...not scared...wary of him. He lay his
black silk shirt on a chair. “You knew you were going to end up here.”
“Yes.” Storm slid off the bed to stand in front of him. “I wouldn’t be here if In’t n’t
want to be.”
“Don’t bet on it...”
She smiled and shrugged. As arrogant as his son. Had she expected anything elseMaybMaybe he was right. Time to change the balance of power...to gain control. “I
believe Draco wanted me to kiss you...” her lips met his, while her hands unfastened
his trousers and pushed them and his silk boxers down as far as she could. Her hand
wrapped around coc cock and moved back and forth slowly... teasingly. She felt the
groan at backback of his throat and broke off the kiss with a small laugh, noticing his
eyes had darkened.
“Tease...”
She shook her head. “Promise...” she dropped to her knees and replaced her hand
with her mouth, sucking softly, her tongue tasting the precum that had already
appeared on the tip. Lucius’ hands held her head while he fucked her mouth,
effectively halting her bid for dominance. Storm laughed softly at the back of her
throat. Had she honestly expected him to let her take control? This was going to be
fun...a battle for power. There had only been one other man so far who hadn’t given
in to her power struggle. Only one other who hadn’t cared about the consequences of
fucking the daughter of the Dark Lord, of what might happen if the transgression were
discovered. The vibrations on the tip of his cock were nearly Lucius’ undoing. He
stopped. Storm looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing
heavily. A quick lick to the tip of his cock, feeling the shudder go through him and
Storm knew she’d won the first round.
He pulled out of her mouth and finished undressing himself, leaving her sitting on the
floor. “Maybe I should begin by teaching you not to play games with me.”
“Go ahead. You wouldn’t be the first...to try.” She sat back on the bed, her eyes
following his movements, admiring his body. Well muscled and nicely toned-not
giving in to middle age and good living as some others were. She realised she could
quite easily get addicted to just watching him. The sex had better be good!
Lucius, on the other hand, didn’t give a damn what the sex was like as long as he was
satisfied. He’d had enough cold society bitches-and some of their daughters-to be
under no illusion of the way they viewed sex. His ex-wife had been one of them,
there was no reason to expect Storm to be any different. Anyone could tease with a
blow job.
He sat behind her on the bed and untied the ribbon from her plait, unravelling it and
admiring the shiny black hair contrasting against the fair skin of her back and
shoulders. “I thought you said you didn’t tease.” his voice close to her ear sent
shivers through her. He bit her neck, his hands on her breasts, the long fingers
rubbing and pinching her nipples. She melted against him with a sigh and he lay her
back on the bed. Maybe she wasn’t going to be as cold and calculating in bed as her
mother. Storm reached up for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling
him closer to her for a kiss. “I don’t tease.”
“I don’t think Draco would agree with you.”
“He started it...” she sat up and took her knickers off, then pushed him backwards
and straddled his hips, easing his cock into her. She leaned over and kissed him,
biting his bottom lip. “Besides, I don’t want to talk about Draco right now.”
Lucius briefly wondered whether to allow Storm the dominant position she’d claimed
for herself, and decided against it. He rolled them over and thrust into her, causing an
involuntary gasp from the girl beneath him. She closed her eyes and arched against
him, wrapping her arms around his neck again. “Yes....” breathed rather than
spoken.
“Well well...who would have thought...?” Lucius chuckled, pleasantly surprised with
Storm’s response.
She wriggled under him and forced her eyes to open. “Just fuck me.”
“Pleasure.” he brought his lips down to hers in a kiss that left them both breathless.
He was actually going to enjoy this. He thrust into her hard and fast, savouring the
feeling of her sweat slickened skin against his.
She screamed when she came, realisation taking a couple of minutes to hit. When it
did, it occured to her that he hadn’t climaxed. He raised his eyebrows and smirked.
“More?”
Was he serious. “God...yeah...”
Lucius bit her neck and kissed, nipped and licked his way to her breasts, where her
nipples received attention from his tongue and teetShe She whimpered and he started
moving within her again, slowly, trying to hold his orgasm off until he’d brought her
back to the edge. She wound her legs around him and met his thrusts with an
enthusiasm that had been missing in many of his previous partners. Minutes later she
came, this time dragging him over with her. He collapsed on top of her, thankful that
she was leaving for school in the morning. He had a lot of work to do, and if this one
stayed for too much longer, it wouldn’t get done.
Storm licked his shoulder, breathing hard. “Fuck...”
He lay on his side next to her. “It certainly was.” A long elegant finger traced her
slightly parted lips. “Don’t go to sleep. I haven’t finished with you yet.”
She looked pointedly at his flaccid cock and smiled. “Really?”
“Patience child.” his lips replaced the finger, which slid slowly down to tease her
nipples to hardness. She closed her eyes, sighing contentedly, and curled her arms
around his neck, kissing him eagerly - tongues meeting and soothing lips that had got
in the way of teeth. Lucius rolled onto his back, leaving Storm laying full length
along him. She squeezed her hand between their bodies to wrap it around his semi
erectk.
k.
He laughed, breaking the kiss. “No...” his voice was a sensual whisper against her
lips. “Use your tongue, your lips...suck, lick...” a wicked smile. “...bite...”
She ran her tongue over her lips, a gesture he found extremely erotic, and inched her
way down his body, leaving a love bite on the side of his neck. Her tongue teased his
nipples as his had teased hers earlier and she found his quick intake of breath
satisfying. His impatient hands on her shoulders pushed her further down. She took
the hint and within seconds he felt her tongue slide down the length of his cock and
her teeth nip gently. Lucius watched in fascination as her mouth enveloped him - a
sight he’d never get tired of, his cock disappearing between beautiful lips,
smouldering long lashed dark eyes gazing up at him.
Storm dragged her teeth along the shaft, feeling it harden. He thrust gently and
tangled his hands in her hair so he could control her movements. Her mouth was
warm and soft and hard all at the same time. A combination of pleasures that served
to arouse him further. She sucked softly, swallowing the drops of precum. A
sensation that caused his breathing to quicken and his grip on her hair to tighten. She
gave a little yelp of pain and her fingernails scratched at his waist in retaliation. He
allowed her mouth to leave him and watched her as she crawled back up his body,
rubbing herself on his cock as she did. He closed his eyes and exhaled. “I like the
idea of you on your hands and knees.”
Storm opened her mouth to argue but decided, quite rightly, that it wouldn’t do any
good. He wasn’t going to allow her any degree of dominance. A gentle push from
him and she rolled onto the silk sheets, savouring the cool smooth texture of them.
She loved the feeling of silk on her skin...was there such a thing as too much
luxury...too much pleasure? She glanced at Lucius and the hedonist in her hoped not.
He positioned himself between her thighs and leaned over her back, his hair brushing
her shoulders, appearing even lighter in contrast to hers. Black and white. Light and
dark. Yin and Yang. ( Yes, he knew of Chinese Philosophy. That particular muggle
culture seemed quite civilised and extremely close to the wizard ethos. ) Good and
evil. He smiled and drew the line there - which one of them was the more evil?
Perhaps not yet, but if she was truly her father’s daughter it would emerge.
Moving her hair out of the way, he kissed the back of her neck and ran his warm
fingers down her spine, causing a myriad of sensations to shoot through her. His
thumb ran across the little dragon tattoo on her lower back. A quick mental note to
himself to find out it’s significance later. He raised her hips and slowly entered her.
She bit the pillow to keep from crying out in frustration at his unhurried movements.
He stopped halfway in, his hands on her hips stopping any attempt of hers to push
backwards on to him.
She wriggled. “Oh God....Lucius...don’t...”
His hand slid around, fingers caressing between her legs. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t do that...Oh God...” the breath caught in her throat as his fingers found her
clitoris. “I mean...”
He laughed and sank into her, effectively ending the conversation.

Lucius woke the next morning to find himself alone in the big bed. Not unusual. He
usually slept alone, suggesting his bed partners leave after the sex. He found that
once a woman spent the whole night in his bed she tended to think she was going to
stay there, forming emotional attachments he didn’t want. So why did he allow Storm
to stay...and where was she now? The cinnamon scent of her was still in the air, and
on the sheets. She’d only just left the warmth of the bed. He heard the shower in his
bathroom start and he smiled. So, that’s where she was. He stretched luxuriously,
remembering the way she’d felt curled against him in slumber and decided he’d give
her five minutes in the shower by herself.
The hot water cascading on to her body was relaxing. Storm’s eyes were closed, her
mind elsewhere...not thinking, just enjoying the water in her face and running down
her body. Another hedonistic luxury? Who cared?
Lucius watched her for a minute, his eyes drawn again to the tattoo. A dragon.
Draco? How close were the two teenagers? He walked up behind her quietly, placing
a soft kiss on her shoulder, his hands resting on her hips. “Where were you?”
She laughed. He’d surprised her, making her jump. “Not here, that’s for sure.”
“Tell me about this dragon.” His thumb rubbed over it again.
“What’s to tell? I lost a bet.” But despite that, she loved the tattoo.
He turned her to face him. “To my son?”
She nodded, pushing the wet fringe from her eyes. “But I won the next one. You’ve
seen the lightning bolt on his shoulder blade.”
Lucius nodded, wondering what the bets were that had resulted in them getting
pictures that signified their names tattooed on each other. Storm shook her head,
anticipating the question, and laughed. “No.”
He shrugged. It wasn’t that important, he’d find out soon enough. His arms went
around her, holding her close to him, and he kissed her neck, licking the water away.
“I like you like this. Naked, wet and warm.”
She felt his cock, hard against her belly and wriggled. “Mmmmm...naked, wet and
hard.”
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him, slowly easing his cock into
her. Her hands clung to his wet slippery shoulders, nails scratching as she fought for
purchase. He turned and sat her on the edge of the black marble vanity unit. She
gasped as the cold marble contacted with her warm skin and put her hands behind her
to steady herself, knocking a bottle of expensive cologne to the floor. The bathroom
was immediately filled with the fresh smell of the herbal cologne Lucius usually
wore. It invaded Storm’s senses with it’s subtle magic, ensuring that every nerve
ending was alive and receptive to his hands on her body, his lips on her neck and
shoulders, his cock ramming into her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing quick and
shallow. One last thrust and he came, his mouth on her neck, teeth breaking the skin.
She threw her head back and screamed, clutching handfulls of his hair as the most
powerful climax of the past twelve hours hit, made even more intense by the pain of
the bite.
She unwound her legs, but kept her arms around his neck, panting against his
shoulder, her breathing slowly regulating itself. He licked the couple of spots of
blood off her neck, feeling her shiver, and smiled. “You’d better finish your shower.”
She looked up at him. “I almost had, when I was interrupted.” She stood under the
still warm spray and closed her eyes, gradually getting back to that relaxed state she
wanted to be in.

Half an hour later, Storm wandered downstairs to find Draco sitting at the breakfast
table, his feet perched on the chair opposite him. Silver grey eyes, so similar to his
fathers’, met dark blue. “Good morning. Sleep okay?”
She plonked herself in the chair next to his. “Don’t get smart, it doesn’t suit you.”
she buttered a piece of toast and poured a cup of coffee. “Anyway, I won. You owe
me.”
“Yeah, yeah. What do you want?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, but I’m sure I’ll need your help during the year with
something. It’ll be useful having you in my debt.”
Draco laughed. “Is that all? Done.”
“He asked about the tattoo.”
“What did you tell him?”
“That I’d lost a bet. I didn’t elaborate, but I’m sure he wanted to know what the bet
was... especially when I mentioned the lightning bolt on your shoulder blade was
mine.”
Draco smiled and casually leaned his chair back on two legs, remembering the events
that had led to the tattooing.
They’d been to a club in London, but Draco had been thrown out for ‘rowdy
behaviour’. The mu sec security men couldn’t quite say what had happened, only
that Draco appeared to be in the middle of and the cause of it. That had lead to two
drunk teenagers prowling the streets with too much time and money on their hands.
Draco had suggested they rent a hotel room for the night and, much to his surprise,
Storm had agreed. They’d been playing a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ with a difference.
Instead of a dare, a shot of whisky had to be drunk. The subject of Storm’s virginity
came up and she’d told Draco he couldn’t - because of the amount he’d drunk - and
wouldn’t - because he was her half brother - be the first to fuck her. He’d bet that he
could and would...and did, resulting in her having to get the dragon tattoo. He, on the
other hand, had told her that she’d only want to do it once that night because he’d tire
her out. She’d bet to the contrary, and won, when she’d seduced him without too
much trouble. The lightning bolt on his shoulder was the forfeit for that one. After
they’d had the tattoos done they’d realised that neither of them had tried too hard not
to lose their respective bets.
Maybe they needed physical proof of a link between them. They only had each other,
neither could rely on their parents.


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