The Prince in Exile

The Prince in Exile

Chapter Three: A Princely Prize

There was a look of triumphant self-assurance upon her face, and her smile widened in anticipation as he stalked towards her. To her surprise, however, he stopped a foot away from her and hesitated once more.

\"I wonder,\" he murmured, his right hand reaching down into his pocket and retrieving his wand.

\"What?\" she asked, as his eyes remained fixed upon the intricately-carved shaft of wood he held in his fingers.

\"The Dark Lord has ordered that spells and charms be kept to an absolute minimum,\" he said, a hint of regret in his tone.

\"Oh, you don\'t have to worry about the contraceptive spell,\" she said hurriedly.

He raised his dark eyes to hers and regarded her with interest.

How prescient of you. Or am I simply one of several lovers with whom you are celebrating your husband\'s enforced separation?

\"You see,\" she said, as her cheeks reddened slightly, \"Draco\'s birth was very hard for me and afterwards the healers said that I couldn\'t, I mean-\"

\"Hush,\" he said, raising his left hand and gently placing his fingers upon her mouth to silence her.


Of course. Had not Lucius hinted that it was Narcissa\'s fault that there were no siblings for Draco?

\"Do not distress yourself,\" he said, shaking his head. He lowered his hand and was rewarded by the sound of a quick intake of breath and her slight, involuntary shudder of anticipation as his fingertips brushed lightly against the skin of her neck and bosom. \"To be honest,\" he admitted, with a wry smile, \"I was not thinking of those particular precautions.\"

\"Oh?\" she asked, her forehead wrinkling in confusion.

\"But I would like to perform a concealment spell,\" he said, a frown upon his face as he turned to regard the entrance of the cave. \"Although I truly do not expect any other visitors, it would be quite inconvenient for us to be observed.\"

\"Yes,\" she replied, with a laugh. \"But surely one little spell would be all right, especially since everyone is going to think I stayed here simply because I was terrified of the werewolves?\" she rationalized.

\"Yes,\" he said, nodding his head in agreement.

\"May I?\" she purred, extending her hand.

He smiled and inclined his head, moving his hand slightly so that her smaller fingers could also wrap around his wand. Without relinquishing his hold, he moved to stand behind her as he allowed her to direct the point of the wand toward the entryway. She murmured a short spell and a small plume of inky black smoke poured out of the wand\'s end. The dark, rolling mist gathered into a mass that was eerily reminiscent of a dementor as it drifted toward the opening of the cave. Once there, the vapor appeared to converge and solidify, blotting out their view of the stars twinkling in the night sky. After a few moments, the entire entryway appeared to have been sealed off by a thick cloth of rich black velvet.

\"Of course, it\'s much more substantial than it appears,\" she said as she ended the spell and loosened her grip.

\"Quite,\" he replied, replacing the wand in his pocket.

\"But it will keep intruders out,\" she noted with satisfaction.

\"Indeed,\" he replied. \"But I trust it shall also-\" Still standing behind her he snaked his left arm around her waist and brushed her hair back over her shoulders with his right, \"-keep you in here with me?\" he whispered, as his tongue flicked against her nape.

\"Oh, yes,\" she said, closing her eyes and leaning back against him. \"I\'ll be safe and sound with you all night.\"

\"Safe?\" he murmured, his deep voice reverberating against the back of her head as he encircled her with both arms, placing his warm hands upon her abdomen. Splaying out the slim, graceful digits, she felt his thumbs nudging softly across her breasts as the tips of his little fingers gently tickled the top of her thighs.

He chuckled and raised his chin slightly so that he could nibble gently on her earlobe. As he did so, his whiskers brushed against her neck and shoulders.

\"Ooh, that tickles,\" she cried out, opening her eyes as she tried not to giggle.

\"I thought you approved of my beard,\" he said, truculently.

\"I do,\" she said, \"But-\"

\"Perhaps you need to get used to the sensation,\" he whispered. He moved his hands to grasp her wrists and drew her arms upward, raising her hands above her head and placing her palms on either side of his face. She began to slowly move her fingers over the dark, soft bristles.

\"Now keep them there,\" he ordered, \"Whilst I do some exploring of my own.\"

She closed her eyes again and arched her back as he dropped his hands back to her waist and then began to move slowly up her torso. When he came to her brassiere, he folded his hands across her chest, his palms rubbing slightly against the taught outline of her nipples against the thin fabric. She made a small, whimpering sound as he began to press more firmly.

\"Do not lower your arms,\" he murmured, his warm breath drifting down her neck as he spoke. She moaned again, her fingers clutching at his beard now as if in an effort to anchor her hands.

He moved his hands slightly and began to unhook the fastenings at the front of her undergarment. He took his time, allowing several seconds to elapse between between each metallic clink which heralded the release of a hook. Slowly and deliberately he lifted the fabric of the cups away and only then placed his hands upon the swell of her small, firm breasts.

He moved his hands in gentle circles once more, and she arched forward so that her skin was pressed more forcefully against his. A moment later she felt his mouth on her shoulder. He bit down, not forcefully enough to break the skin, but deeply enough to leave an imprint of his teeth as he suddenly moved to pinch her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

She seemed to welcome the roughness, a growl coming from deep within her throat as her hips began to sway back and forth. Her hands lost their grip upon his beard and twitched spasmodically for a moment, the fingers clawing at the air.

\"You were not to move,\" he reprimanded, releasing her breasts and reaching up to grasp the straps of her brassiere. With a quick twist of his arms, he had managed to work the undergarment from her shoulders to her elbows, forcing her hands down and pinning them behind her back.

\"I couldn\'t help it!\" she proclaimed, struggling in vain to free herself.

\"Really,\" he said, his voice low and aggrieved as he placed a gentle kiss upon the small mark he had inflicted upon her skin. \"If you are not going to follow my orders, I don\'t know that I shall be able to proceed.\"

\"I won\'t disobey you again,\" she promised, her voice soft and breathy as she suddenly stopped fighting.

\"Are you sure?\" he asked, his voice sounding doubtful. \"It would be such a shame to stop now, but-\"

\"I swear,\" she insisted, her voice rising slightly.

\"Excellent,\" he said, suddenly loosening his grip. Threading the bra off of her arms, he tossed it onto the nearby chair. \"Please forgive my insistence upon this point,\" he continued, his voice smoothly contrite, \"But-as you yourself noted-I have waited an extraordinarily long time to consummate this passion.\" Placing his hands upon her shoulders he swung her around so that they were now facing. \"I do so want everything to be-\"

He hesitated and dipped his head, once more brushing his lips over the bite mark. But this time his mouth continued to move down her body, alternating kisses with flicks of his tongue. Cupping her right breast in his hand, he paused and began to rub his beard softly against the pale pink circle of her areola. She threw back her head and moaned, her voice rising as she felt his tongue lapping hungrily against the swollen nipple.

\"-perfect,\" he whispered, his breath warming the taut peak before he wrapped his lips firmly around it..

She reached down and clutched at his shoulders, as he continued to suck and nuzzle. Releasing his hold, he moved his head slowly to the left, the tip of his large nose pressing firmly against her skin as turned his attention to her other breast. She groaned again with pleasure, her fingers working deep into the folds of his cloak, urging him on.

After a few moments he suddenly rose back to his full height, placing his hands on either side of her neck and tilting her head upward. Unlike the first time he had kissed her, there was no hesitation in his movements, no sense that he was seeking her permission. Despite his obvious lust and passion, there was something coolly confident in the way he brought his mouth down upon hers as he lowered his hands to caress her breasts.

She found herself having to stand up on her toes in order to match his height despite the heels she was wearing. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her mouth widening to accept his tongue as he thrust it between her lips. She sucked on it hungrily and was thoroughly shocked to feel him suddenly pull away and give her a slight shove backward. She stumbled for a moment before his arms reached and steadied her, lowering her into the waiting chair.

\"You are still wearing far too many clothes,\" he observed with a grin, as he sank down to his knees and positioned himself between her legs.

\"You should talk,\" she said, reaching down and attempting to begin the arduous task of undoing the long row of buttons which adorned the front of his jacket.

\"All in good time,\" he retorted, waving her hands away. Reaching down he removed her right shoe and set it on the ground beside him.

With a jerk of her leg, she threw off her other shoe and was surprised to see his hand dart out and deftly catch it in midair.

\"All in good time,\" he repeated, placing it besides its mate. \"There is no reason to be too hasty.\" He smiled up at her, his normally yellowish teeth appearing surprisingly white against the dark outline of his mustache and beard. \"Place your hands upon the armrests and keep them there,\" he ordered.

\"Or what?\" she challenged.

\"Or you shall not receive your reward,\" he said. \"And I shall have to deny myself a sip of your delightful nectar,\" he sighed, shrugging his shoulders as he reached out to run the palm of his hand along the smooth silk stocking covering her calf.

She took in a quick, delighted gasp.

He paused, his hand upon her knee. Raising his eyebrow, he glared imperiously at her hands.

\"If you are not prepared to continue-\" he began.

She hurriedly curled her fingers around the end of the armrests.


His lips twisted into a rapacious grin as he returned his attention to her leg, cupping both hands around her creamy thigh to where the stocking was secured by a single garter. Sliding his left hand underneath the garter, he slowly unhooked the clasp with his right. Gently working his forefingers underneath the edge of the silk, he began to roll down the stocking with deliberate slowness.

Narcissa had to grit her teeth and grab firmly onto the chair to keep her hands from moving as he continued to leisurely tease the hosiery down her leg. When he finally succeeded in removing the stocking, he placed it carefully in her shoe before turning back to her. This time, he grasped her ankle firmly and brought her foot up to his mouth, bending down to bestow a kiss on the top of it. She took in another deep breath as she felt him begin to move unhurriedly upward, his mouth leaving a warm, moist trail as he went.

At the same time his hands continued to move restlessly and seductively up the side of her calf, gently caressing her skin as he delivered kisses and licks with his mouth. When he got to her knee, he tilted his head to the side, cradling the front and back of her leg with his fingers as his tongue drifted along the tender skin of her inner thigh. As he crept nearer to her groin she moaned again, closing her eyes and feeling her buttocks tightening in anticipation. She felt his warm breath against the moist crotch of her knickers and struggled to keep her hands gripped around the arms of the chair. To her disappointment, however, she felt him straighten up and place a kiss directly beneath her navel.

\"All in good time,\" he repeated, chuckling softly.

Keeping her eyes closed, she parted her lips to utter a protest, but before she could say anything she felt him move to her other leg. This time she felt his mouth close over the garter and her lids flew open in surprise. Within a few seconds, he was smiling smugly up at her as the unlatched fastening sprang back from his lips.

\"You\'re very talented with your mouth,\" she managed to gasp out.

\"As you will fully appreciate in a few moments,\" he retorted before bending down to grasp the edge of the hosiery with his teeth.

He pulled it down only a few inches, however, before yielding to her cry of impatience and raising his hands to complete the task. This time he stripped the stocking off of her leg with a few quick tugs of his fingers. Tucking it into her shoe, he turned back and grasped her left leg, this time flicking his tongue firmly against her skin as he slowly moved up from her ankle to her thigh.

Once more he paused as reached the top of her leg, this time closing his eyes and taking in a deep, contented sniff through his nose before drawing back and placing his hands upon her hips.

\"I shall require some assistance,\" he drawled, as he opened his eyes. \"But,\" he said, shooting a warning glance at the armrests, \"You are not to move your hands.\"

She nodded her head and swallowed, supporting herself with her feet and hands as she raised up slightly so that he could work her panties and garter belt down over her legs. As before, he fastidiously set the discarded garments on top of her shoes before returning his attention to her.

Very slowly, he urged her legs farther apart, his mouth slightly open as he gazed at her. The light blonde curls of her pubic hair were already thoroughly saturated, and he delicately teased the matted tendrils apart with his thumbs as he leaned closer.

A low, prolonged moan arose from her throat as she felt his tongue lapping hungrily against her entrance, his hands carefully parting her labia. She felt him pause to rub his beard gently into her wetness, and then he pressed the bridge of his nose forcefully against the top of her opening. Her cries grew louder as he began to lick and suck at her clitoris.

Without consciously moving her arms, she suddenly found that her hands were on either side of his head, the fingers digging into the dark locks of his hair as she shifted forward on the chair.

\"You were not to move,\" he growled, lifting his head to scowl at her.

She stared down at him, fascinated by the sight of her own wetness gleaming upon his mouth.

\"Don\'t stop, please,\" she pleaded, reluctantly moving her hands back to the chair.

\"Oh, I never stop until I am finished,\" he assured her, reaching down to pull her closer to him as his tongue flicked out towards her swollen flesh again.

Clenching her teeth, she drew her legs up over his shoulders, her toes and fingers flexing rhythmically as he concentrated on bringing her pleasure. Without raising his head, he brought his hands up to caress her breasts as he continued to nibble and lick, the weight of his body against her groin pinning her in the chair as her back arched upward. Forcing herself not to lift her hands, she wrapped her legs more tightly around him as she rocked back and forth. In only a few minutes, her shout of joyous release was reverberating through the cave.

He drew back, her legs sliding slowly off of his shoulders as she continued to cry out in pleasure. She lay back in the chair, taking in deep breaths with her eyes closed. She heard him laugh and opened her eyes. In another moment he was swooping towards her, his warm mouth closing over hers. His beard was soft now, dampened from the moisture of her arousal, the distinct aroma of her musky scent filling her nostrils as she kissed him.

\"The smell is intoxicating, is it not?\" he asked, as he pulled away.

She felt a slight flush upon her cheek as she heard her own thoughts expressed out loud.

\"And the taste incomparable,\" he added, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She hesitated for just a moment before sucking upon it wantonly, savoring the salty taste of her own secretions.

\"I see you agree it is a most succulent aperitif,\" he noted, raising his head.

She laughed delightedly in response.

\"But I believe it is time for me to disrobe,\" he said, drawing away from her and rising to his feet.

\"Need any help?\" she asked, leaning back lazily in the chair.

\"No, you may remain where you are,\" he replied. He paused to remove his cloak, folding it carefully before placing it on top of his workbench. \"But,\" he admonished, as his eyes swept over her body, \"You are to keep your legs spread for me.\"

\"Oh, of course,\" she answered, lifting her arms and stretching languidly before settling back down in the chair with her legs hooked over the armrests.

\"And your eyes open,\" he warned.

\"But what am I supposed to do with my hands?\" she inquired with a grin, her arms still raised above her head.

By now he had succeeded in undoing the long row of buttons on the front of his jacket and was shrugging it off his shoulders. \"You have my permission to be creative,\" he answered, his long fingers brushing off a speck of dirt on the garment before laying it beside his cloak.

\"Mm,\" she mused, placing the tip of her right forefinger in her mouth as she apparently debated her options. With a broad smile she lowered her hands to her groin, parting the sleek folds with her left hand as she began to stroke herself with her right.

\"My, my, you appear to be rather insatiable this evening,\" he said. He had already added his shirt to the pile of clothes and was now bending down to remove his boots and socks.

\"I am,\" she agreed, her eyes fixed greedily upon his fingers as he began to undo the buttons of his fly.

To her disappointment, he turned away from her and supported himself on the edge of the bench as he removed his trousers.

\"What\'s the use of my keeping my eyes open if you\'re going to be bashful about it?\" she complained.

\"Patience, my dear. I shall not keep you waiting long.\"

He remained facing away from her as he removed his boxers as well, but she had only a brief glimpse of his pale, firm buttocks before he pivoted back towards her.

She had suspected, from the feel of his erection underneath the layers of his clothing, that he would be fairly large. But she still found herself murmuring in approval as he swept toward her; his throbbing, hardened member distinctly red against the whiteness of the rest of his body.

\"I should have known,\" she whispered, as he drew near to her.

\"Yes?\" he asked, crossing his hands over his chest and staring down at her with his eyes narrowed.

She nodded towards his hands. \"That with such lovely long fingers you would have a most impressive cock.\"

He laughed and uncrossed his arms, lowering his hand to stroke himself contentedly.

\"I take it you are not disappointed?\" he asked.

\"I\'m impressed,\" she admitted.

He held out his hands to help her as she hurriedly lowered her legs from the armrests and moved to stand. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stood on her toes to embrace him, her body molding against his until she could feel the surge of his prick against her abdomen.

\"I think it\'s time you took me to your bed,\" she whispered, as she moved her head slightly to the side to nibble on his earlobe.

\"Really?\" he answered, his hands running up and down her back. .

He pulled away slightly and brought his hands up underneath her arms. To her amazement, he lifted her up easily into the air, pivoting on his heel as he did so. She found herself wrapping her legs around his body to hold on as he took a few steps forward. Then she gasped in surprise as she suddenly felt her back being pressed up against the cold, rough wall of the cave.

\"I wasn\'t planning on using the bed-yet,\" he said, leaning down to kiss her again.

It took her a moment to comprehend that his arms were no longer holding her up, and she belatedly realized that he had carried her over to a small shelf carved into the wall of the cave. There was just enough room for her to balance herself on the side of the ledge as he reached down to reposition himself. For a few tantalizing moments he contented himself with teasing her, rubbing the very tip of his erection slowly between her lips until she moaned in frustration. Raising his eyes back to her face, he thrust into her with one stroke, savoring her expression of sheer delight as he filled her.

He brought his hands up, bracing himself against the wall as his hips began to sway and lunge. She tightened her legs around his waist and growled passionately, her movements matching his thrusts. The rough surface of the cave was digging into the soft skin of her back and buttocks, but this seemed to heighten rather than detract from her pleasure.

He bent down to kiss her again, one hand dropping down to squeeze her breast, this time making no reprimand as she wove her fingers through his hair. After a few moments, the leather strap securing his oily locks broke from the strain, and his long dark mane fell over his shoulders. Turning his head to the side, he began to alternate his kisses with small nips of his teeth, and she responded by raking her long, red-enameled nails against his flesh, leaving marks and scratches all over his back.

He heard her breath become more ragged and felt her hands move down to his buttocks, her fingernails digging deeply into him as her climax approached. His thrusts quickened, and he lowered his arm to circle around her waist, pulling her closer so that he could plunge even more deeply into her. It took only a few more seconds before she cried out, her body stiff and unmoving except for the delicious, convulsive tightening of her vagina around his cock.

She seemed as limp as a rag doll, draped exhaustedly against him as she gasped for breath. Finally after a few minutes, she seemed recovered enough for him to shift his weight. She moaned, half in pleasure and half in relief as he pulled out of her her, his arms supporting her as he lowered her off of the ledge and onto her own feet again.

She stood leaning against the wall for several minutes before turning to look at him, standing silently beside her.

\"You\'re still hard,\" she marveled.

\"So it would appear,\" he replied, brushing his hair back behind his shoulders. With a wicked smile, he leaned back against the cave wall. \"Would you care to alleviate my condition?\" he asked, spreading his legs slightly apart.

\"Oh, now we are getting to my area of expertise,\" she crooned, a smug grin upon her face as she stepped closer to him.

\"Indeed?\" he asked, curling his upper lip.

\"If I do say so myself-and I do,\" she said, cupping her hands around his swollen prick, \"I am very good at this.\"

Looking down, she grasped his shaft with her left hand and carefully drew back the foreskin with her right. She made a semicircle with her thumb and left forefinger and gripped it tightly around his member, holding him firmly as she began to slowly but deliberately move her hand back and forth. The sharp intake of breath through his teeth reassured her that she was applying just the right pressure. She began to speed up the rhythm of her strokes. At the same time she alternated the movement of her right hand, sometimes rubbing her thumb firmly across the tip and at other times reaching down to massage his balls.

\"Exquisite,\" he murmured, and she smiled as she observed more drops of pre-come beginning to ooze from the end of his turgid member. But he suddenly brought his hands up to her shoulders, forcing her to stop.

\"But I also want you to use this,\" he said, bringing his right hand slowly up to her mouth and circling her lips with his index finger.

For the first time that evening, she seemed to hesitate.

\"Please,\" he whispered, reaching out to pull her close. \"Just for a little while. I promise not to come in your mouth,\" he assured her, running his palms down her back. \"And then I\'ll fuck you again,\" he said, cupping his fingers around her buttocks and giving them a tight squeeze before returning his hands to her shoulders.

She shivered slightly, but slowly sank to her knees in front of him. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and drew her tongue hastily across the sticky surface of his glans.

\"You see,\" he purred, \"It\'s not so bad, is it?\"

She swallowed and nodded. Opening her eyes, she bent closer to him and parted her lips. Thrusting out her tongue, she began to delicately lap at his cock. After a few minutes, she felt him reach down and entwine his fingers in her hair.

\"Now open your mouth,\" he said, quietly.

Taking in a deep breath, she obeyed, allowing him to guide the end of the shaft into her mouth.

\"And then your hand as before,\" he commanded.

Raising her left hand, she grasped him with her fingers. Responding to the pressure of his fingertips, she learned to coordinate the movement of her hand and mouth, her saliva providing ample lubrication for the motion. This time she heard deep growls of satisfaction as his hips began to sway back and forth. Yet she seemed rather relieved when she felt his hands pulling on her hair, urging her back.

\"I do have a promise to keep,\" he observed, smiling down at her.

He held out his hands and helped her to her feet, and she quickly followed as he strode over to the low pallet which served as his bed. Bending down, he threw the covers aside and lay down upon the cot. Without another word she sunk down on top of him, spreading her legs eagerly as she positioned her quim over his erection.

\"I\'ve never had a man stay so hard for so long,\" she murmured, as she lowered herself onto him.

He laughed. \"But I am no ordinary wizard,\" he replied.

\"Oh,\" she cried, as he thrust up against her. \"Definitely not.\"

Leaning down to brace herself against his chest, she began to pump up and down, gripping him tightly as she moved upward. He raised up on his elbows and she bent down so that he could take her nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it forcefully and then moved his head slightly to seize her other breast in his mouth. Finally releasing his hold, he lay back down and stared up at her face as she continued to strain against him.

Feeling the heat of his gaze, she looked down into his face.

\"Who\'s fucking you?\" he hissed, as he placed his hands on her hips.

\"You are,\" she replied, breathlessly.

\"Who?\" he demanded, as his fingertips dug into her skin.

\"Severus,\" she cried, the word a virtual shriek.

She proclaimed her orgasm this time with a long, keening cry, matched by his prolonged groan as his pelvis bucked and jerked beneath her.

She collapsed, sweaty and spent, on top of him.

\"Severus,\" she whispered.