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Adult ++
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10,036
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15
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Home Sweet Home
Rating: R for some adult scenes.
Summery: To lift her family’s name off of dirt, Narcissa Black has no choice but to marry Lucius Malfoy…no matter how much she is against the union.
Authors Note: I have decided the way I am going to write this story. I am going to jump from one timeframe, where Narcissa is a young adult to another, where she is still a child. Please let me know what you think of this idea.
Behind the Closed Doors
Chapter Two
Narcissa Malfoy looked out at the darkening gardens from the third floor of her new chambers that she would be sharing with her new husband, Lucius Malfoy. She could see the sun was still peeking slightly from the horizon before the darkness of the night completely engulfed the acres of her new home. The Malfoy Manor.
The ceremony, as predicted, went without a hitch. Her mother went all the way, spending all of the dowry money given to them by the Malfoy family. Image was everything to them and impressing the high society was a necessity.
Her wedding was just what every witch fantasizes from a very tender age. Garlands, wreaths, grand wedding arches, stunning bridal bouquets and other decorations transformed the Black household into an enchanting place.
They say that the bridal bouquet should reflect a bride's sentiment and feelings for the happy occasion. Narcissa looked at the stool next to the vanity table, where she placed her wedding bouquet - her black wedding bouquet. She chuckled humorlessly. Turning her white roses into black right before she was supposed to walk the path of rose petals down the isle to meet her future husband was not such a good idea if the scowls of her family members had to count for something. Narcissa could have sworn however, that Lucius’ lips twitched upward before he scowled at her like the rest of her family. No matter how much she was afraid of Lucius, Narcissa could not help but be rebellious around him.
Sighing, Narcissa walked to the vanity table and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Her gown was absolutely breathtaking. It was made from flowing chiffon. The bodice of the gown was adorned with clear cut glass crystals and the gown itself was a picture of the stunning ivory. The updo she wore had a distinctive tie in the back and the hair was brushed back to form a prime place to add a tiara, making Narcissa look as elegant and proud as Lucius liked to see her.
Narcissa removed the black roses from the stool and set down, sighing once more. After the reception, Lucius politely thanked all entourages for witnessing the wonderful occasion, which no doubt would be in the Daily Prophet for weeks to come, before apparating himself and his new bride to Malfoy Manor. Lucius then placed his hand on the small of her back as he guided her through her new house. When they arrived to these chambers, Narcissa actually thanked the wizard for showing her to her quarters. Lucius blinked once and chuckled, assuring her that he had some business to attend to and will be returning to their bed chamber soon enough for better acquaintance with his young bride.
That had been over four and a half hours ago.
It was nearing midnight and she was rather tired now. She closed her eyes and started rolling her shoulders and occasionally her neck to ease the strained muscles. That was when she felt a pair of warm hands tightly grip her shoulders before relaxing as they massaged the tight muscles. Her eyes flew open in surprise to be met with his icy ones through the mirror.
Lucius was dressed in silky black wedding robes. His long, thick, blond hair was neatly tied at the base of his neck, making him look absolutely breathtaking.
“It pleases me greatly that you had the common sense to wait for my arrival before falling asleep as tired as you are.” His smooth bass of a voice had her spine tingling. “It would have been a real displeasure, for you as well as me, if you were naive enough to think I would have let you escape your duties on our first of many nights as husband and wife.” He stated darkly.
“I had no intensions in doing that, Mr. Malfoy, knowing full well the tantrum you might cause.” Narcissa answered highly even as she shook through the masked reply. Who was she kidding? She was scared as a rabbit and they both knew it.
Lucius held her by the arms as he stood her up and turned her around to face him. “By gods, you do please me, my little brat,” Lucius whispered before pulling her into his massive chest. He held her tightly by the neck as he began to kiss her thoroughly, thirstily, and possessively.
There was no point to struggle in Narcissa’s mind. Why would she? He was her husband and handling her in such a manner was only his right. She had a feeling that if she had struggled with him physically, he would overpower her whether she wanted it or not. So instead of fighting him, Narcissa poured all that she felt for him, passion as well as loathing, into the kiss that she returned with fervor.
Pulling away in surprise, looking down at his bride, Lucius growled, “My little brat, you never seize to amaze me.”
“I know my duty, Mr. Malfoy,” Narcissa stated calmly. “I just hope that you know yours and won’t keep me in suspense much longer.” She took a small step back as she tried, unsuccessfully, to unzip the bodice of her gown. “I am tired as you have mentioned earlier, sir, and am ready to retire for the night after the necessity of our consummation.”
Lucius just stared down at his little bride. In all the seven years that he had known her, she never stopped amazing him with her stubbornness and braveness. She was a little spitfire, his little hellion with a spirit worth every minute and gallon he spent for her. He loved her this way and never wanted to break her spirit. Without it she wouldn’t be his little brat. However, the transgressions that she had committed against him could not go unpunished any longer. She was his property and needed to be taught a lesson for all her wrongdoings. But not tonight.
“Because this will be your first night, Narcissa, I have decided to be patient with you.” Lucius began to circle her. “You have committed many distasteful crimes concerning me and I will no longer stand for it.” He finally stopped behind her, pushed her frozen hands aside and quickly unzipped her bodice, pushing the gown down her body and letting the white material to pool around her. He turned her around and whispered, "I have waited seven years for you. For this..." before ordered gruffly, “Now undress me, witch.”
Shaky fingers began unbuttoning his robes until they hung loose, exposing his naked chest. Lucius shrugged off his robes and then slowly turned her around so they could both look at their reflection in the mirror.
“Just look at us,” he whispered as their eyes met once more through the mirror. She was dressed in Venetia Corset, which was made out of a thick, jacquard tapestry satin with gorgeous Venice trim along the bust and hip. A matching thong completed the steamy attire. Looking at her this way made his mouth water. “Are we not perfect together?” He asked before dipping his head so he could nuzzle his aristocratic nose at the curve of her slander neck. Lucius smiled slyly, watching Narcissa’s eyes roll to the back of her head of their own accord in pleasure, through the reflection. “I thought that you and I belonged together from the first moment I laid my eyes on you.”
“The first moment you laid your eyes on me, Mr. Malfoy,” she whimpered. “You were hanging upside down.”
“And you will pay for that as well, my scrumptious brat,” he answered her as he continued to kiss his way to her shoulders. As he licked at her left shoulder, Narcissa gasped as she felt a long forgotten serpent come to life at the attention of its master and slither within and through her skin as it circled her breasts, and suckled at her nipples. Narcissa’s head rolled in pleasure at the sensation the serpent created and she couldn’t help and reminisce the time she received the slimy reptile…
TBC...
Author's note: Well at first I wanted to make Lucius very forceful with her but then when I began to write the 'sort of' rape scene, it really did not sit too well with me. I honestly do not see Lucius this way. I think that he is a very caring husband and loves his wife very much in HP books. Family is everything to him. I really want to explore in his feelings for her and hers for him. It is obvious that in my story Lucius fell for Narcissa before she fell for him...ever since she was 11 and he was 17. I want this fic to grow as they do themselves, if you let me of course!
Please review. Your reviews inspire me greatly, so keep 'em coming. The more I get...the faster you get... :)
Sites:
www . bridalonlinestore . com / collection / product-page.asp?SKUMarilyn#Page1
www . pamperedpassions . com / jacquardtapestrystraplesscorset11735prd1.html
Remove the the spaces to view Narcissa's attire.
Summery: To lift her family’s name off of dirt, Narcissa Black has no choice but to marry Lucius Malfoy…no matter how much she is against the union.
Authors Note: I have decided the way I am going to write this story. I am going to jump from one timeframe, where Narcissa is a young adult to another, where she is still a child. Please let me know what you think of this idea.
Behind the Closed Doors
Chapter Two
Narcissa Malfoy looked out at the darkening gardens from the third floor of her new chambers that she would be sharing with her new husband, Lucius Malfoy. She could see the sun was still peeking slightly from the horizon before the darkness of the night completely engulfed the acres of her new home. The Malfoy Manor.
The ceremony, as predicted, went without a hitch. Her mother went all the way, spending all of the dowry money given to them by the Malfoy family. Image was everything to them and impressing the high society was a necessity.
Her wedding was just what every witch fantasizes from a very tender age. Garlands, wreaths, grand wedding arches, stunning bridal bouquets and other decorations transformed the Black household into an enchanting place.
They say that the bridal bouquet should reflect a bride's sentiment and feelings for the happy occasion. Narcissa looked at the stool next to the vanity table, where she placed her wedding bouquet - her black wedding bouquet. She chuckled humorlessly. Turning her white roses into black right before she was supposed to walk the path of rose petals down the isle to meet her future husband was not such a good idea if the scowls of her family members had to count for something. Narcissa could have sworn however, that Lucius’ lips twitched upward before he scowled at her like the rest of her family. No matter how much she was afraid of Lucius, Narcissa could not help but be rebellious around him.
Sighing, Narcissa walked to the vanity table and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Her gown was absolutely breathtaking. It was made from flowing chiffon. The bodice of the gown was adorned with clear cut glass crystals and the gown itself was a picture of the stunning ivory. The updo she wore had a distinctive tie in the back and the hair was brushed back to form a prime place to add a tiara, making Narcissa look as elegant and proud as Lucius liked to see her.
Narcissa removed the black roses from the stool and set down, sighing once more. After the reception, Lucius politely thanked all entourages for witnessing the wonderful occasion, which no doubt would be in the Daily Prophet for weeks to come, before apparating himself and his new bride to Malfoy Manor. Lucius then placed his hand on the small of her back as he guided her through her new house. When they arrived to these chambers, Narcissa actually thanked the wizard for showing her to her quarters. Lucius blinked once and chuckled, assuring her that he had some business to attend to and will be returning to their bed chamber soon enough for better acquaintance with his young bride.
That had been over four and a half hours ago.
It was nearing midnight and she was rather tired now. She closed her eyes and started rolling her shoulders and occasionally her neck to ease the strained muscles. That was when she felt a pair of warm hands tightly grip her shoulders before relaxing as they massaged the tight muscles. Her eyes flew open in surprise to be met with his icy ones through the mirror.
Lucius was dressed in silky black wedding robes. His long, thick, blond hair was neatly tied at the base of his neck, making him look absolutely breathtaking.
“It pleases me greatly that you had the common sense to wait for my arrival before falling asleep as tired as you are.” His smooth bass of a voice had her spine tingling. “It would have been a real displeasure, for you as well as me, if you were naive enough to think I would have let you escape your duties on our first of many nights as husband and wife.” He stated darkly.
“I had no intensions in doing that, Mr. Malfoy, knowing full well the tantrum you might cause.” Narcissa answered highly even as she shook through the masked reply. Who was she kidding? She was scared as a rabbit and they both knew it.
Lucius held her by the arms as he stood her up and turned her around to face him. “By gods, you do please me, my little brat,” Lucius whispered before pulling her into his massive chest. He held her tightly by the neck as he began to kiss her thoroughly, thirstily, and possessively.
There was no point to struggle in Narcissa’s mind. Why would she? He was her husband and handling her in such a manner was only his right. She had a feeling that if she had struggled with him physically, he would overpower her whether she wanted it or not. So instead of fighting him, Narcissa poured all that she felt for him, passion as well as loathing, into the kiss that she returned with fervor.
Pulling away in surprise, looking down at his bride, Lucius growled, “My little brat, you never seize to amaze me.”
“I know my duty, Mr. Malfoy,” Narcissa stated calmly. “I just hope that you know yours and won’t keep me in suspense much longer.” She took a small step back as she tried, unsuccessfully, to unzip the bodice of her gown. “I am tired as you have mentioned earlier, sir, and am ready to retire for the night after the necessity of our consummation.”
Lucius just stared down at his little bride. In all the seven years that he had known her, she never stopped amazing him with her stubbornness and braveness. She was a little spitfire, his little hellion with a spirit worth every minute and gallon he spent for her. He loved her this way and never wanted to break her spirit. Without it she wouldn’t be his little brat. However, the transgressions that she had committed against him could not go unpunished any longer. She was his property and needed to be taught a lesson for all her wrongdoings. But not tonight.
“Because this will be your first night, Narcissa, I have decided to be patient with you.” Lucius began to circle her. “You have committed many distasteful crimes concerning me and I will no longer stand for it.” He finally stopped behind her, pushed her frozen hands aside and quickly unzipped her bodice, pushing the gown down her body and letting the white material to pool around her. He turned her around and whispered, "I have waited seven years for you. For this..." before ordered gruffly, “Now undress me, witch.”
Shaky fingers began unbuttoning his robes until they hung loose, exposing his naked chest. Lucius shrugged off his robes and then slowly turned her around so they could both look at their reflection in the mirror.
“Just look at us,” he whispered as their eyes met once more through the mirror. She was dressed in Venetia Corset, which was made out of a thick, jacquard tapestry satin with gorgeous Venice trim along the bust and hip. A matching thong completed the steamy attire. Looking at her this way made his mouth water. “Are we not perfect together?” He asked before dipping his head so he could nuzzle his aristocratic nose at the curve of her slander neck. Lucius smiled slyly, watching Narcissa’s eyes roll to the back of her head of their own accord in pleasure, through the reflection. “I thought that you and I belonged together from the first moment I laid my eyes on you.”
“The first moment you laid your eyes on me, Mr. Malfoy,” she whimpered. “You were hanging upside down.”
“And you will pay for that as well, my scrumptious brat,” he answered her as he continued to kiss his way to her shoulders. As he licked at her left shoulder, Narcissa gasped as she felt a long forgotten serpent come to life at the attention of its master and slither within and through her skin as it circled her breasts, and suckled at her nipples. Narcissa’s head rolled in pleasure at the sensation the serpent created and she couldn’t help and reminisce the time she received the slimy reptile…
TBC...
Author's note: Well at first I wanted to make Lucius very forceful with her but then when I began to write the 'sort of' rape scene, it really did not sit too well with me. I honestly do not see Lucius this way. I think that he is a very caring husband and loves his wife very much in HP books. Family is everything to him. I really want to explore in his feelings for her and hers for him. It is obvious that in my story Lucius fell for Narcissa before she fell for him...ever since she was 11 and he was 17. I want this fic to grow as they do themselves, if you let me of course!
Please review. Your reviews inspire me greatly, so keep 'em coming. The more I get...the faster you get... :)
Sites:
www . bridalonlinestore . com / collection / product-page.asp?SKUMarilyn#Page1
www . pamperedpassions . com / jacquardtapestrystraplesscorset11735prd1.html
Remove the the spaces to view Narcissa's attire.