A Wizard's Debt

Warning: Lemmings running amok.




Lucius.



Narcissa pottered around the bedroom in her silk dressing gown, I briefly glanced at her in the ice blue shimmering fabric. I turned my attention back to the Evening Profit business pages; Narcissa used to joke that my idea of bedtime reading was a little drab; though I could say the same about her ridiculous romance novels.



“I went to see Marcia Heng today, darling, in York.”



“Mm hmm.” Oh, the Gringotts share price is rising nicely now everything is starting to settle down.



“She recommended I try something new in my wardrobe, I think you’ll approve, Custard.”



“Mm hmm.” How interesting the chain of companies: ‘Everything a Magical Mother Needs’ is doing nicely as well; its profits are rising exponentially with the marriage law’s introduction. Its boom and bust for sure, but should make a few galleons in the short term.



“I know you truly dislike all muggle things… but these might just take your fancy.”



“That’s nice, dear.” Well, Herbology House are struggling – especially as this time of year is the harvesting time for one of the major ingredients in contraceptive potions; and with the current political situation they are struggling. The ministry went in and seized the entire crop without compensation – it will set them back hundreds of thousands of galleons.



“What do you think?” She whispered, I heard the swish of fabric as the gown fell to the floor.



“Its lovely.” Well, the Firebolt company are doing well on the launch of their new broom, its much cheaper than their professional brooms, but still good quality. Though, I still think the latest Nimbus, the excel is better.



“LUCIUS!” she shouted, causing me to lose my place in the paper.



“What…?” Merlin, Arthur, Guinevere, Lancelot and the rest of the round table! What in Avalon is she wearing? Not wearing?



“Well… what do you think?” she asked, turning to smile at me.



“Not Much.” I said, looking at the little inverted triangle of pastel blue lace at the top of her neatly trimmed golden curls at the apex of her thighs; the ridiculously thin ribbon coming from the point and passing low over her slim hips, crossing the stretch marks normally covered by her corsets.



“Well! It’s a long time since I’ve managed to get you using one-syllable answers in bed, I’m quite proud.” she giggled



“What is it?” I asked, slipping my index finger under the top of the triangle.



“It is a muggle thing, it is called a G-string.” She wiggled her hips; her bottom resting on her heels to my right side. She wore the triangle, a cheeky smile and nothing else I let the elastic snap back, she jumped with a yelp.



“Custard! Behave!” she said, crawling forward a little, wiggling her lovely, peach-shaped arse at me… her bare arse!



“Good grief!” I cried, another inverted triangle, smaller than the first had its point tucked into the top of the furrow between the cheeks of her perfect bottom. I lurched from my previously restful position in the bed to kneel behind her, my underwear-covered painfully-hard length pressing into the groove also occupied by another minutely-slim ribbon.



“I might just have to get some more of these…” she whimpered as I nibbled her throat an inch beneath her ear – one of her little pleasure spots.



“Only if they’re in Slytherin green.” I growled, shoving down my black cotton boxers only enough to free myself. I pulled the ribbon from her opening and slid into the tight wetness.



“Ravenclaw blue.” She gasped, arching her back into my chest.



“As long as they’re not Hufflepuff yellow or Gryffindor red.” I moaned as she half lay down, her golden head pillowed on her arms, her hips still in my hands and her thighs still vertical.



“Oh shut up Custard, make me scream…” she whimpered.



“As milady commands…” and then there was no mercy – just deep, hard strokes into her moist heat; her little cries growing in volume as I fought for control as she tightened.



“Ohhh Merlin.” She swore, flicking her ripe-wheat tresses over the cream satin bed coverings, her face flushed; cerulean eyes closed; ruby-red lips bitten by top teeth.



“Ahhh!” I moaned, pushing deep and realising I wasn’t going to last. I’m normally a more gentlemanly lover – I spend time pleasuring her, bringing her over and over until she can take no more and begs for me within her. But this was rushed, unusual for us.



“Lucius, Merlin Lucius!” her hips crashed back into mine with force in her passion.



“Petal, Cissa…” I reached around, finding her hidden bundle of nerves through the lace and pressing hard.



“LUUUUUUUUCIOUSSSSSSS!” she screeched, her channel like a fist around me as I couldn’t hold back, I came with a startling ferocity – how long has it been since we were so violent? So aggressive?



My arms could no longer support my sated body, and I curled around her suppliant form; resting cheek to cheek, panting and sweating.



“I think I might like that muggle thing you’re almost wearing.” I mumbled, softening and slipping away from her entrance.



“I think I like Draco not living here over Summer.” She whispered, opening one brilliant blue eye. “We forgot the silencing charm.” she grinned.



“I agree, it is nice to have the Manor to ourselves – especially as it is empty... we still have forty-two rooms to get through.” I said, reminding her of our little quest of making love in every room in the house, whilst reluctantly withdrawing completely to reach for my wand on the nightstand and convincing her to turn over so I could point my wand at her womb; “sperma placidus” I muttered, staring at the deep pink flush spreading across her pale breasts. I tossed my wand unceremoniously to the side, crawling into the open cradle of her thighs and nuzzling my lips into the fleshy pillows.



“Custard…” she said, pushing me away and sitting up.



“Petal… let me nibble.” I whinged, I normally don’t whine at anybody – but it works with my wife within the walls of our bedroom.



“Lucius – shouldn’t your wand glow green when you cast that?”



“I was a bit sleepy, I’ll do it again, Petal.” I reached for my wand, “sperma placidus.”



“It’s not glowing.” She whispered, eyes wide.



“Try with your wand.” I said, sitting up and handing her the beautiful rosewood creation that had chosen her at eleven – it was rare for any witch or wizard to keep their original wand, they often ‘abandoned’ their witch or wizards as they matured. Narcissa had undoubtedly become more powerful and matured, but her wand had chosen to stay with her.



“sperma placidus” she said firmly, pressing the tip to her lower abdomen. “I think the Ministry has nullified the contraceptive spells.”



“Pardon my language Petal, but: oh shit.”