The Radiant

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Ginny was kissing her way down his neck, relishing in the way his muscles were contracting and relaxing under her mouth. She could taste him—saline and warm under her lips and tongue, so masculine and musky, and she opened her mouth more and sucked on his skin, skirting it with her teeth, her hands coiled in his hair, pulling his head back.

He was sitting at his desk chair and she was on his lap, devouring him, rubbing hardened nipples up against his chest, her dress thin and slipping off of her shoulders, and Lucius had his eyes closed and a slight smile on his face as she licked along his jaw and up to his ear lobe, taking the flesh between her teeth and tugging lightly.

It had been a few weeks since that one night of disclosure, and things had been smooth and uneventful. They had sex at least once a day, with Lucius seeming hell-bent on having her in every room of his house. Sometimes his goal ended well, and other times it ended in laughter. Their last encounter in the main dining room had resulted in Ginny falling into the unused fireplace, needing two showers to get all of the ash off of her body. Prior to that, he had sat on a fork in the kitchen, and Ginny had had to extract it from his skin, laughing so hard she had started to cry, earning her a spanking and a disapproving look.

His hands travelled to her buttocks, palming the soft flesh, and he squeezed appreciatively and proprietarily, smiling wider as she moaned into his ear and then as she licked the pulse point on his neck, simultaneously scratching her nails across his scalp.

Ginny was grinding her hips into his, her skirt riding up, the hot triangle of light fabric between her thighs pressing into his erection, and she was murmuring into his ear—lovely, crooning things that he was partially shocked and partially aroused by—things like I need you and my love and inside me, now, please, now, and when her hands came down to his trousers, he spoke—

“Have my baby.”

Ginny froze, and looked up at him, her hands tucked into the waistband of his pants, her hair partially falling over her face, and her eyebrows slightly knitted together, and Lucius was struck with how beautiful she was.

“What?”

She still hadn’t moved, had only said the one word, and it had been cautious and low, and Lucius realised what he said and almost winced. Instead, he stayed very still, watching her carefully. The words were out now—he wouldn’t be able to take them back.

“Did you just mention—did you just ask me to have your child?” Ginny had slid her hands out from his waistband and was sitting straight up, leaning back slightly, surveying his face attentively. She didn’t look upset—merely somewhat shaken—and her eyes weren’t as frenzied as he had feared they would be. She just looked discerning.

“I did.”

Her hands moved unconsciously to her stomach—she was still looking at him and didn’t seem to notice her movement, but Lucius saw the press of one palm into her skin, the way she was quiet and thinking, her mouth relaxed and her eyes narrowed slightly.

“Have your baby,” she murmured, one hand on her stomach, the other hand slowly coming up to rest on his chest, fingertips slightly curled, pressing into his skin through the fabric of his shirt.

“Would you?” He hated the way the words almost, almost quavered—hanging there, suspended and static in the air between them, a sort of curling question beckoning her to answer.

Ginny opened her mouth, starting to speak, and Lucius leaned forward slightly, wanting to hear her—

There was a crack.

Ginny startled and nearly fell off of him, and Lucius had to wrap his arms around her waist to steady her.

“Balius, what on earth—” Lucius switched easily to being incensed, his voice reaching a low bellow, easily lifting Ginny off of his lap and placing her on his desk, adjusting his clothes as he stood, towering over the house elf.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, master, but—but—” The normally eloquent elf was stuttering, and even Ginny turned around to watch him as he spoke, righting her clothing as she peered over the desk, her eyes wide.

Something had shocked the house elf enough—he was nearly shaking. Lucius seemed not to have noticed.

“What?” Lucius’ voice had taken on a sublimely angry edge. “What could be so important that you saw fit to interrupt me with Ginevra?” Ginny knelt up on the desk, placing a soothing hand on Lucius’ shoulder, and both of them looked down at the elf.

“Master Draco has just arrived.”

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Lucius was stock-still, even as Balius left the room, staring at the spot where the elf had been, and Ginny was silent beside him, staring out into the darkened hallway through the open door. Her hand was still on his shoulder, and she could feel his body rising and falling with an increased pressure—an increased heart rate, increased breath.

“Hey,” she finally whispered, slowly bringing her mouth close to his ear. “Hey, you.”

Lucius turned toward her, his eyes troubled and turbulent, his body lethargic, and Ginny knew that something was about to happen.

“Ginevra—”

“No,” she said, placing a small palm over his lips. “Be quiet. I think I know—I have a feeling that he wants—” She stopped for a minute and thought. “I think I know what Narcissa was talking about—with regards to sacrifices—and I want you to know that I will follow your lead tonight. I trust you implicitly, and I’m not worried. Not at all.”

Lucius took her hand, removing it from his mouth, and kissed the palm, licking it softly.

“Things could change, Ginevra.”

She shrugged one shoulder, her face unworried and calm.

“Things can always change. Not just from events like this, but from everyday occurrences. I’m not scared.”

She rested her head on his shoulder and the two of them were still and thoughtful.

“Father.”

The sound of Draco’s voice jolted them from their quiet. Lucius turned slowly, dropping Ginny’s hand softly, and both of them looked over at Draco, Ginny kneeling on the desk still behind Lucius, her head at a higher level than his, Lucius standing fully in front of her as if to shield her, Draco standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets.

“Ginny.” He acknowledged her, too, and Ginny nodded at him.

“Hello, Draco.” Her voice was calm and liquid cool, and Lucius felt a stab of pride at her placid countenance. She was magnificent.

“Was I interrupting anything?” Draco’s voice wasn’t quite nasty, but was deliberate in its intensity.

Lucius took a few steps forward, and Ginny sat down on the edge of the desk, sliding down, stepping on the floor as well, the carpet plush against her bare feet.

“No,” she said, insouciant, and she stepped out from around Lucius, coming to stand next to him with a slim, bracing arm around his middle, facing Draco. “Why are you here, Draco?”

There was no answer as Draco surveyed the two of them, a curious, interested look on his face. His arms were crossed across his taut chest, his legs slightly apart, and he looked determined and calm.

They faced each other like separate sides of a battle.

Silence.

Silence.

But hot silence, cloying and thick and musky, silence that curled up between Ginny’s legs and around her collarbones, along Lucius’ jaw and the nape of his neck, Draco’s calves and inner thighs and buttocks. Something was heavy in the air—something hormonal, pheromonal, something that had mixed and combined as soon as the three of them were in a smaller room, something that interacted with the heat and Ginny’s previous arousal. Her knees shook.

“Draco—what is it that you need?” Lucius’ voice was measured as he broke the quiet.

When Draco didn’t answer the question, Lucius spoke again. “Draco—what is it that you need?” He repeated it with more force.

Then he moved.

Ginny watched as Lucius walked to stand directly in front of his son. She wanted to memorize their pale, aquiline profiles, their beauty mirrored in each other’s faces.

Draco’s calm façade crumbled, quite suddenly, and then he made a sound similar to a gasp, and all of a sudden he was in Lucius’ arms, and Lucius was holding him hard, his eyes closing over Draco’s shoulder.

“Father —” Draco’s voice was cracked and low, and Ginny watched as his mouth moved, mouthing silent words, and then moved farther upwards, skimming over the skin of his father’s neck, coming up to kiss Lucius at the corner of his mouth. Still Lucius’ eyes were closed and she could see him exhaling deeply and rhythmically. Something monumental was happening but she didn’t know what—didn’t know what to do, what to say, not yet, not quite—and she could only concentrate on the determined beat of her own heart.

Lucius moved fluidly and kissed Draco on the mouth, closed lips to closed lips, and the beat of her heart shot downward, settling hotly and comfortably between her thighs. She made a sound of her own, a slick stifle of a moan.

Two pale faces turned to look at her, and some sort of dawning look had settled over the both of them.

“Draco—what is it that you need?” Lucius spoke the words to Draco but kept his eyes trained on Ginny, who stared back boldly, aware that her nipples were hardening and becoming visible through the material of her dress.

Draco exhaled lowly and watched as Ginny straightened up and walked the two paces over to where the men were still standing, chest-to-chest.

“I don’t know what just happened—what is happening—I don’t know. I don’t fully understand.” Her voice sounded light but strong in the dusty quiet of the room. “But—” Ginny reached behind herself and undid the zip on her dress, letting the material fall to the floor, her eyes still trained on Lucius, her cheeks slightly red but her neck strong, solid, tall. She unfurled her spine to its fullest height, still barely clearing Lucius’ shoulders, not even clearing Draco’s. “But I say—I say yes. Yes. I think—no, I want—yes. This is what you need—Draco” and here she turned to look at her former lover—“this is what you need. What we need. Both—all of us—yes. And after this? After this it is done. With us. And we move on.”

Draco, his eyes on hers, nodded silently, and she could feel Lucius exhale beside her.

Ginny closed her eyes in silent relief and when she opened them again, two pairs of pale eyes were watching her, raking over her body, the hardened pink tips of her nipples, the slightly quivering thighs, the length of her pale calves. She smiled and then stepped in between them, facing Lucius, watching his face, speaking only to him for the moment.

“I’ve never —”

He smiled slightly, but his eyes were solemn, and Ginny sensed his fear all of a sudden—that he was afraid that she would leave him, for some reason, after this. That he was afraid.

“I know, Ginevra.” Lucius lowered his mouth to her neck and bit at her lightly, pressing her back into his son, and Ginny’s eyes closed as she felt the tug of Apparition.

When the world stopped moving, she noticed that Lucius had moved them to a guest bedroom.

“Undress him.” The order had come from behind her, and she looked back over her shoulder at Draco, trying to read his face. He glanced down at her, lingering on Lucius’ reddened tooth marks latticed across her neck, and then repeated his words. “Undress him.”

Ginny turned back to Lucius who was loosening his tie. As she stepped over and began plucking his buttons from their buttonholes, Draco moved behind her, wetly dragging his mouth over the pale white of her shoulders. Ginny let her mouth fall open, her fingers continuing their work down to Lucius’ belt buckle, Draco trailing his tongue down her spine, working on his own clothes as Ginny urged Lucius to step out of his trousers, throwing the belt to one side, pushing the open shirt off of his shoulders, Draco biting at her shoulder blades, pushing her flush against his father as he moved up behind her.

She was surrounded by flesh, the pale, proud Malfoy flesh, acres of silky white and flushed creamy skin, Lucius erect and hard against her front, Draco hot and rigid against her back, both of their mouths working across her collarbones and her back, scoring wet and warm circles. Lucius bent his head to suck her nipples and Ginny leaned her head back against Draco’s familiar, broad shoulders, looking up at him.

“Missed you, Gin-gin.” She closed her eyes as he whispered down at her, shutting out his sad smile. “I’ll miss you after this, too. That won’t fucking change. But this is—this is—” His voice was hot against her ear and she shivered. Then, Draco slid his hand between her legs and suddenly slipped two fingers into her and his words were forgotten as she cried out, thrusting her hips against Lucius who made a grunting sound in response, sucking her nipples harder, biting at her. Draco was curling his fingers inside of her, pressing his fingertips against her inner walls, and Lucius was using his hands to press her breasts together, closing his teeth lightly across both nipples, and Ginny’s legs buckled all of a sudden. Two sets of strong, pale arms cradled her, holding her as though in a basket, and Lucius looked at his son.

“Bed.” And it was Lucius who spoke the word—or maybe it was Draco. Ginny was breathing heavily between the two of them and let the two men take her over to the broad bed that was in the middle of the room.

“How—”

“Both.”

Lucius looked down at her where she lay on her back on the black coverlet, his face almost disbelieving, and Ginny smiled small up at him, reaching out for his body. When he bent to kiss her, she could feel him almost smile back against her lips.

She reached out for Draco, pulling him down to lie beside her, and when he was on his back, his erection standing tall and proud, she moved to straddle him, looking back at Lucius who was standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes trained on her buttocks. She sank down onto Draco, relishing the familiar feeling of him stretching her, so similar to Lucius and yet also so different at the same time.

She looked down and saw that Draco’s eyes were half-closed, heavy lidded, looking up at her. His hands moved up to cup her breasts, his fingers rolling and pulling at her sensitive nipples. Ginny began to move her hips, knowing that Lucius was standing behind them, watching them, and as she moved to grind herself against Draco’s sharp pelvis she felt herself grow wetter and wetter.

The bed sank behind her and she knew that Lucius was moving across the coverlet towards the two of them. Chancing a look over her shoulder, she saw that he was on hands and knees, his hair unbound and handing light and sheer over his face and shoulders. Even through the curtain of blond she could see the paleness of his eyes, and the ferocity she saw there made her shudder. His shoulders rippled thickly as he moved, feline, toward her.

Draco let go of her breasts and moved one hand to her upper back, pulling her body down to his, moving his head to pick up where Lucius had left off, sucking at her nipples. Ginny closed her eyes as she felt Lucius move directly behind her, his hands grabbing at her buttocks and spreading them lewdly.

“Oh, god. Draco. Lucius.” Her voice was hot, and she felt Draco laugh against her skin. Lucius’ breath was against the base of her spine, and when he moved to lick wetly down her back she cried out. When he moved his mouth between her buttocks and teased his tongue against her anus, she bucked up in instant reaction. Four hands pulled and pushed her solidly back down onto Draco’s body. Ginny buried her face in the crook of Draco’s neck as Lucius kept his mouth in place, rimming her with strong, steady strokes of his tongue.

“Good girl.” Draco’s voice was thick and slow.

“Oh god. Oh god,” Ginny murmured. Lucius had stopped and was instead feathering around her circle of muscle with a fingertip. “Please, Lucius.” He slid his finger into her wordlessly, and Ginny moaned. He added another finger and moved the two of them, and Ginny bit at Draco’s neck, contracting her inner muscles around him, and Draco hissed back at her.

When Lucius finally withdrew his fingers and reached for something, Ginny stiffened.

“Kiss me.” Draco spoke against her lips and she bent her head, sliding her tongue into his mouth as she felt Lucius spread something cool and slick across her bottom, inside of her, around her. “Steady.” Draco pulled away and wrapped his arms around Ginny’s back, keeping her still and held in place. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Lucius holding his erection, slick with lubrication, looking down at her.

“Bear out against me, Ginevra.” She nodded silently and he began to push himself in—

Ginny cried out, flinging her head back, and still Lucius bore onwards, every inch disappearing into her, and she was so full, too full, and that must be it, there could not be any more of him to push into her, and the pain was hot and white and almost sublime—Lucius was tracing circles across her back, Draco murmuring into her ear, and still he was moving into her, not stopping, not stopping. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes unbidden, hot and prickly, and they spilt out, down her face, onto the skin of Draco’s neck, and Draco was kissing her, kissing her while Lucius was cleaving her apart —

Suddenly his hips were against the flesh of her buttocks, and Ginny was open-mouthed, tears tracked down her face unwillingly. Lucius bent over her, his back pressed to her front, and tilted her head back to look at him. His eyes softened in the corners as he saw the wet marks down her cheeks, and he wiped them away with the palm of one hand.

“Breathe.” Was he speaking to her or Draco? She watched the two men exchange a glance and then they both began to move slowly.

“Fuck.” Her voice rang out in the quiet bedroom, blocking out the slick sound of the lubricant and the arousal between her legs. “Oh, god.”

“How does it feel?” Draco’s voice was desperate against her ear and she moaned into him.

“I’m full—it’s so much —”

“Do you like that? That you can’t move because you are pinned down by us?” Draco grabbed at her face and kissed her hard, and Lucius chose that moment to speed up, striking into her with a forceful thrust. Ginny broke the kiss and cried out again, and Lucius gathered her arms up behind her with one of his hands, moving her body in a Sphinx-like position, her breasts jutting out toward Draco, who immediately moved to cover them with his hot mouth.

“Lucius.” Her voice was barely a whisper but he heard her, bending his head to kiss the back of her neck. “Oh, Lucius.”

“You’re doing so well, my girl.” His voice was heavy with strain and arousal, and she moaned. “Look at you, held between the two of us. You are beautiful.” His other hand came to strike at the flesh of her right buttock. “That’s it. Ride us.” Ginny’s hips were bucking and she could hear Draco breathing heavily against her chest below her.

The burning pain had stopped and now there was only the fullness—the feeling that just a little more would tip her over, spill her haphazardly, but the fullness she had at the moment was perfect and sensual and a closure that she would have never considered before. It was not taboo that Draco was grabbing at Lucius’ wrist, the two of them touching each other angrily and fiercely, pinioning her between their broad, light bodies.

Lucius made a soft, fraught sound behind her, Draco’s hand curling tightly around his wrist, Draco’s mouth across Ginny’s chest, Ginny’s buttocks hitting noisily against Lucius’ hips and pelvis, and all of a sudden she was coming. She could feel Draco pushing up into her from below, his come in hot, thick spurts inside of her, and the world went dark and silver and red, her vision dancing across her eyes, teasing her, and she couldn’t even thrash between the two of them, her body pinned and helpless, and so she came in large, fierce undulations, her voice hoarse and barking, and she could feel the tears on her face, and then everything did go dark.

She came to as Lucius trailed his mouth down the skin of her back. Draco was pale and sweating below her, his length softening in her, and she bent down to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Thanks.” His voice was just a whisper.

Lucius gently lifted her off of him, still hard and inside of her, and he set her down on her hands and knees, thrusting deeply and erratically into her three times before stiffening, coming inside her body with a desperate jagged movement, falling onto her.

She collapsed face-first on the mattress, Lucius heavy on top of her, Draco supine beside them. They all breathed heavy for a moment. Lucius slid out of her and she shivered, biting back a cry. Draco rolled to his side, watching the two of them as Lucius kissed her temple softly.

“I’m going to go.”

Lucius and Ginny turned to look at him, and he looked back at them. “Thank you.” He opened his mouth as if to say more, and then turned away, lifting himself off the bed. Ginny lay back in Lucius’ arms, the two of them sweaty against each other, watching as Draco dressed languidly, running his fingers through his mussed hair.

“Draco.” Lucius rumbled the name out from behind her.

“Father—” and Ginny felt Lucius react to the epithet, his chest tensing. “It’s fine. It’s all right—now, I think. Now.” Draco looked down at the two of them, his eyes relaxed and bright from the after-glow of sex. “Bye Gin.”

And suddenly the storm had passed. Lucius and Ginny watched as Draco left the room and after the heard the pop of Apparition, she felt his arms relax around her. She hadn’t even realised that he had been tense.

They were so sweaty it was easy for her to turn in his arms, lying against his chest. His eyes were closed.

“I’m sorry.”

Ginny kissed his neck. “What are you sorry for?”

“What we just did—”

“—Was fine, Lucius. It’s not like you and Draco took advantage of me.” She placed her hands on either side of his face. “I wanted to experience something like that anyway. I’m sure that both you and Draco have done things like that before. I hadn’t.” Her voice was soft and sated. She looked at him. “I love you.”

Lucius’ eyes opened.

“Pardon me?”

“You heard me.” She smiled and lay down beside him. Ginny didn’t need him to say anything back. When she felt him shift and pull her back against him, kissing the back of her neck, she smiled again, slowly falling asleep.


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