Of Death and Fire

fear and pain


Author's notes and warning: More kinky sex down the road! BDSM, LM/OFC. Avoid if you object. Otherwise, enjoy and review!
 
 
CHAPTER 27: Games of Fear and Pain
 
Morgaine didn't attend Aurion's Last Rites. In her heart she had held her own ritual, not one of departure but of a temporary separation. However, sometime in early February she had to visit London and participate in the election of the new Guildmaster.
The discussions took days, during which she was obliged to stay at the Guild. To everyone's surprise, Whitebone had named his choices for succession. On the top of his list stood her own name. Severus had been right, after all. But, as she had already replied to him, she turned the offer down. The next in line was, as she had guessed, Elric Argentum, a young but resourceful man, who had incidentally been a Ravenclaw as well, but decades before Morgaine's time. Still, the older factions within the Inner Circle were not happy with either candidate.
At the end of the fifth day, Morgaine sat next to Elric, tired, hungry and missing Severus badly. Ivan Nakaroff had taken the stand, a representative of the oldest faction in the guild, bubbling angrily against both of them. She hadn't been really paying any attention. There wasn't an insult she hadn't heard before. But when a certain phrase made contact with her mind, her eyes flashed in anger.
"...surely, Whitebone must have gone senile during his last days, and his obvious lack of wits and judgement-" Nakaroff's bilious speech was caught abruptly off as he saw Morgaine rising up from her seat and walking slowly toward his place.
With every step she changed. Smoke rose from the scar on her neck and formed tentacles around her body. Humanity yielded to the shadow, as every pore of her body seemed to ooze out darkness. Her face was turning to a mas dea death, dominated with lidless, red eyes and sharp, shark-like teeth. When she reached him, her form was hardly human. She had become a creature of shadow. She looked at him with hard, fiery eyes, and spoke in an unearthly tone.
"Never again dare to insult Aurion Whitebone at my presence!" she hissed. "Not unless you have the guts to embrace Death and Fire, as he did!" Seeing the man before her turning white by terror, she turned her attention to the rest of the Inner Circle.
"The discussions are over! We vote now, and honour Whitebone's decision. Any objections?"
Naturally, there was none.
In the years to come, Elric would remember the day he saw the elite of the Order held hostage in terror by a single creature. And he was always grateful that this creature had chosen him as an ally and, eventually, a friend. The opposite was too terrifying to consider.
~*~
Morgaine passed through the Basalt Gates and entered the sunny London. It was an unusually warm day, and the transition from the gloomy halls of the Guild to the warm atmosphere of Diagon Alley lifted her spirits. She was looking forward to a stroll among the chattering crowd, thinking to allow to herself the simple pleasure of a hot cup of coffee in the sun. But a few paces down the street, she knew that there was no peace for the wicked. Lucius Malfoy was standing before her, elegant, arrogant and beautiful as sin. He walked up to her, took her hand in his own gloved hands and kissed it.
"My dear Morgaine, what a surprise to see you here", he purred at her.
Surprise, my ass, thought Morgaine. I bet that scum Nakaroff tipped you off that the election is over. I'll deal with him later.
"Lucius, it's always a pleasure", she replied. As long as you keep your cane away from me, she thought to herself.
"I had started to believe you had forgotten your promise, my beauty", he added smiling at her.
You, naked, on your knees and handcuffed, she thought but never said it aloud.
"On the contrary, Lucius. It never left my mind". She smiled back, her voice filled with promises of wicked delights. "I just never had some free time up to now. When shall we meet and ...discuss our issues?"
"As I've always said, there's no time like the present. Shall we, my dear?" He offered her his arm.
You're not getting away with it so easily this time, Lucius.
"It depends on where we are going", she replied, still smiling but not moving.
A small frown appeared on his face.
"Any suggestions?" He wasn't very happy with the turn the discussion had taken.
"A few. Is your wife at home?" She rejoiced as his frown deepened.
Gotcha! I have my own informants too, youw.
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Malfoy overcame his surprise quickly.
"As a matter of fact, she's not. She has visited some relatives in France. Come to think of it, she would have loved to meet you. She has always preferred the company of her own gender", he replied, his naughty smile implying more than what Morgaine would like to know. This explains a lot...
Drawing a deep breath, he looked at her sharply, indicating he wasn't going to accept any more postponements.
"Do you know where to apparate?" It was more an order than a question.
"I do", she replied, and vanished seconds after him.
In Diagon Alley, hardly anyone noticed they were gone.
~*~
Following his lead, she apparated in the Malfoy Manor. More precisely, in Lucius' private chambers. The room was rich, warm and decadent. A large bed covered in black satin sheets was dominating the space, draped by red velvet curtains.
I bet that if I search the books, I'll find de Sad and Von Masoch. And I dare not think of what he keeps under the bed...
Still dizzy by the relocation, she was caught off guard by Malfoy's sudden grasp. He roughly pushed her back across his small desk, pushing his mouth on hers. When he released her, letting her catch her breath, he moved away and lied back on the bed, supporting his back on his arms.
"Well, my beauty", he teased her. "What do you have for me this time? Or are you unable to live up to your promises?" he dared her.
Regaining her control, Morgaine straightened her body. Smiling, she untied her cloak and threw it away. She noticed that his cane, which holstered his wand, was at the other side of the room, conveniently out of reach. Her smile widened and with a flick of her hands Lucius found himself tied on the bed stands, each arm raised high above his head. She approached him and her fingers brushed his cheek, feasting on his irritated look.
"We are not too cocky now, are we, my precious?"
"Come closer, and I'll show you 'cocky'", he spat.
"Really?" she asked, raising both eyebrows. Another wave of her hands and he was left naked, save for his black underwear. A growl rose in his throat. And it wasn't the only thing on him that had risen...
She moved closer to him again, grasped his hair and pushed his head backward to face her.
"Have you been a bad boy, Lucius?" she asked, unbuttoning her dress. He licked his lips.
"Have you had dirty thoughts?" Her dress fell to the floor, leaving her naked.
"Yes", he whispered.
"Did you have dirty thoughts about me?" she demanded, stroking his nipple with her fingertip, while she still held his head firmly back.
"Yes," he growled. Her hand had moved on her own breast, which was very close but out off reach from his mouth. He licked his lips again.
"And what did you do, when your thoughts became to dirty to handle? Did you touch yourself?"
"Yes!" He tried to k frk from her grasp and take her nipple in his mouth. But she pulled his hair harder, extracting a loud moan from his lips.
"Not yet, Lucius", she commanded. "First I want to see how you played with yourself", she whispered in a velvet voice. "Show me! If I untie you, will you show me?"
With his face covered in tiny droplets of sweat, he nodded. Hesitantly, she moved back a pace and unsummoned the binds. As soon as Lucius realised he was free, he growled angrily, and reached out for her. He pulled on the bed, and climbed on top of her.
"You bitch!" he shouted, and slapped her face with all his strength.
Morgaine lifted her right leg and kicked him at the chest, throwing him out of bed. To her bad luck, he landed next to his cane. With a malicious smile, he took out his wand and stood up, pointing it at her.
"Crucio!"
Waves of pain engulfed her, and he grinned viciously as her body twitched in agony. Or so he thought... Because as the convulsions were fading away, she looked at him with a hungry look in her eyes.
"Again!" she cried.
Hardly believing his ears, he moved closer to the bed.
"Again? You want me to cast 'Cruciatus' on you again?"
"Yes!" she hissed. "But this time, do it while you fuck me". She laughed at his shocked look. "What's wrong, Malfoy? Can't you handle a little pain?"
With a furious groan, he spread her legs and pushed inside her. After the second thrust, he heard her whisper in his ear.
"Do it! Now!"
Without really thinking, he pointed his wand at her and cast the curse.
"Crucio!"
The wand fell of his hand, as he felt her body twitching under his own. He was pushing harder inside her, caught in a rhythm he could no longer control. As the waves of pain caused the walls of her vagina to tighten around his organ, he felt bliss he had never felt before. Pain and pleasure became the same exquisite sensation and he released his semen with a scream. Breathless, exhausted, he collapsed on her.
They stayed there for a while, drenched in sweat, their hair melted together in streams of gold mingling with crimson. With a sigh, she got up, stretching her sore muscles, and went to what appeared to be a bathroom. Behind her, he heard Malfoy's voice.
"I haven't given you permission to use my bathroom!"
"I didn't asked for it", she shouted back and closed the door behind her.
On the bed, Malfoy picked up a soft pillow and pressed it on his forehead, trying to prevent the beginning of a nasty headache. This was definitely going the wrong way. He was getting addicted to her sexual charms, and there was no sign of submission from her part. Throwing the pillow away, he cursed knowing there was no way he could dominate a creature that considered 'Cruciatus' as foreplay. He frowned, as he saw her coming out of the bathroom.
She began dressing up.
"Are you leaving?" he asked, his frown getting deeper.
"I've been away from Hogwarts too long, and I have issues to take care of", she replied indifferently.
"Will I see you again?" he asked, sitting up.
She turned and looked at him. Her gaze was clear, direct, right into his mind. She moved closer, climbed on the bed and touched his lips with her fingertips.
"Oh, Lucius, why don't you ask what you really want?" She sighed. "You know you will never break my spirit and possess my soul. But, if it suits you, I'll join you when the Dark Lord rises. Feel free to present me as your offering; it makes no difference to me". She moved away and finished her dressing. "Just don't insult me with your games of seduction. Save them for the common witches or the squibs you like to spoil".
Tying the cloak on her neck, she smiled like an angel.
"Goodbye, Lucius. It has been a pleasure. And, who knows, we might fuck again one day". And she disapparated.
An angel, no doubt, thought Malfoy. An angel from Hell.
 
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