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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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7
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Chapter Four
A/N "“ My apologies for the delay in posting. And special thanks to Tabi and Justyn who have kept this story churning.
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Chapter Four "“
Chewing her food slowly, Corinthia stared at both wizards. They had skipped breakfast, opting for a morning of unadulterated sex. Sated, she had almost forgotten about Remus abrupt departure last night. She sensed that there was more to the truth than what Sirius had told her.
That stung, leading to seeds of resentment. Her (and they were hers) two lovers shared a bond between one another she would never measure up to.
"Knut for your thoughts, Corrie," Sirius said before taking a bite of his sandwich.
Feeling Remus' intense stare, Corinthia grabbed her glass and sipped the pumpkin juice. "Where did you go last night?" she asked the werewolf pointedly.
Remus wiped his mouth and tossed his napkin on his plate. "I had something I needed to take care of," he replied.
The witch waited for more of an explanation. Once she realized there wasn't one, she put her napkin on her plate and stood up. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry, thought Corinthia as she felt tears threaten. She felt betrayed and used, cheap and tawdry. How could she have been so stupid?
"Okay," squeaked Corinthia before she walked out of the room.
"Corrie, wait!" echoed behind her. It was Sirius calling for her, not Remus. She abhorred secrets and would not live in the shadows of them. She'd spent all her childhood living like that.
--
"Bloody hell, you wanker!" Sirius yelled, slamming his napkin on the table. He stood and tried to go after their witch, but Remus caught him.
"Let her go, Sirius," Remus said, his inflection one that would broker no argument. "It's better this way." Even as the words left his mouth, he knew he was the world's biggest bastard. He shouldn't have done what he did this morning. He should have walked away.
"What? Better this way?" Sirius railed. "What are you talking about?"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Remus sighed. The last thing he needed was both his lovers pissed at him. "Will you calm down?"
"No, I will not calm down, you bloody prat," the younger wizard huffed, pulling on his wrist. "Did you honestly think, Corinthia wouldn't notice? Weren't you planning on telling her about the Order?"
Tired of the accusatory nature of his lover's tone, Remus let go of his wrist. "Isn't the Order supposed to be a secret? Would Dumbledore approve? Everybody who knows about the Order is in the Order, you arse! Can you think past your prick and focus?"
Sirius sat down.
Remus sighed as he looked into Sirius' gray eyes. Although Sirius would deny it, he was in love with Corinthia as much as he was. Hopefully, he would be able to see why they needed to let her go. "Would you care to explain to her why the Order has her brother under observation?"
Sirius' scowl deepened. "No, but "“"
"No buts, Sirius," Remus said. "You know how Dumbledore works. He'll have her recruited."
Shaking his head, Sirius gave in. "The funny thing is that I told her about the Order."
"You did what?" the werewolf bellowed.
"She didn't believe me anyway." The Animagus shrugged his shoulders.
--
Corinthia stared at the fireplace. She had walked out of Sirius' flat without a backward glance. She felt like the worst kind of fool. She'd played into Sirius' joke perfectly.
Remus had played his part wonderfully. The look he'd given her this morning had said it all. He didn't want her there. Her first lover had been cold and withdrawn. Neither had promised anything of a permanent nature. Well, they had, but it was obviously a ruse just to fuck her. Sirius was notorious for his schemes.
Her eyes burned with unshed tears. Muscles she hadn't even known she had protested from this morning's activities. In the back of her mind, she pondered some type of revenge. But that just wasn't her style.
The flame in the fireplace popped and flashed green. Dabbing the sleeve across her eyes, Corinthia sat up.
"Corinthia? Are you in?" Michael's disembodied head moved from side to side, searching for his answer. Upon seeing his sister, he smiled. "I'm coming through."
She rolled her eyes. Not, "May I come through," but "I'm coming through." Git!
The flames rose and her big brother stepped into the sitting room. He was a tall, lanky, sandy blonde-haired wizard "“ her total opposite. Whereas she was a tad on the dumpy side, he was elegant and handsome. To make matters worse, he could be an overprotective, arrogant ass.
Michael was just like their father, taking great pride in his pure-blood status. She, for one, didn't give a niffler's ass about blood status.
Brushing the soot off his expensive, tailored robe, her brother studied her silently.
She knew that look. It was lecture time. What had she done now? Better yet, what hadn't she done?
"Please tell me it's not true," he said, his tone of long-suffering patience.
"It's not true," retorted Corinthia, who had no idea as to what her brother was referring.
Michael glared at sister. "Don't be obtuse, Corinthia. You know very well what I'm talking about. Please tell me you are not dating Sirius Black!"
Never one prone to physical violence, nevertheless she had to exercise extreme control so as not to haul off and hit her sibling. "No," she replied, grinding her teeth.
"No what?" Michael appeared confused. "No you don't know what I am talking about, or no you're not dating him?"
Fixing her sibling with a killing stare, Corinthia swallowed the lump in her throat. "No, I'm not dating him." She watched her brother relax, the premature worry lines creasing his forehead easing.
"I knew you wouldn't exercise such poor judgment." Heaving a sigh of relief, Michael collapsed onto the sofa next to her.
His condescending manner pissed her off and she lashed out verbally. "I may not be dating Sirius Black, but I am shagging him "“ not right now of course. Right now I'm talking to you."
Michael jumped up as if she'd told him she was infectious. His lips moved, but he made no sound. He started to pace in front of her, his fists clenched at his side. Stopping in front of his sister, he took a long shuddering breath. "You're joking."
Furious, Corinthia stood up and poked her brother in the chest. "No, I'm not joking! Is it so hard to believe that somebody would fuck me?"
"I'll kill him," Michael murmured murderously, slapping her hand away.
"Oh, shut it!" she shouted. "You needn't get all brotherly on me."
"You were meant for another," he growled, running a hand through his hair. "He's not going to be happy."
"What are you talking about?" Corinthia seethed. "Who's not going to be happy?"
Michael pinched the bridge of his nose. "No one."
Glaring at her brother, Corinthia threw her hands up in the air and walked away.
"Where are you going?" he growled.
"To my room," she huffed indignantly as she stomped up the stairs. Her brother was such an insensitive prick. She was exhausted and emotionally drained, and he brings in his ignorant, pure-blood ideologies. Imagine his reaction if he knew she had lain with a werewolf.
"Don't be childish, Corinthia." Her brother shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
She turned at the top of the steps and glowered at him. "Childish!"
"Yes," he affirmed, making his way up the stairs.
"If I were being childish, I'd hex you!"
Michael's anger dissolved and a patronizing smirk touched his lips. "You wouldn't hex your big brother. You love me."
Corinthia snorted. "Not when you're being an arse."
"What would mum and dad say?" he teased.
Rolling her eyes, she walked into her bedroom. "Mum would say to make it a good hex. Dad would hex me before I could."
"Precisely," Michael cheered in victory. They had always taken his side. "Besides, you wouldn't want to hex the man who's going to take you out tonight."
"I don't want to go out," she retorted. "I'm tired" and sore.
Her brother did his best imitation of a pout. "But I need you. Carolyn has taken ill and I need an escort.\"
Corinthia paused. "Is Carolyn all right?" She may not like her brother at times, but her sister-in-law was one of her favorite people.
Michael grinned sheepishly. "She'll be okay in about nine months."
It took a moment for the words to sink in. "She's pregnant!"
--
Sirius shifted underneath the invisibility cloak. Of all the duties the Order demanded of its members, surveillance was the worst.
"Look on the bright side," Remus murmured from under his cloak as he watched various guests arrive at Malfoy Manor. "We're not invited."
"Good point," he replied.
Several pops of Apparition sounded down the lane and they quieted. They watched several known Death Eaters walk toward the manor.
"There's your brother," Remus said in a hushed voice.
"No surprise there," replied Sirius, his inflection dripping with disappointed sarcasm. He'd get upset over his brother's obvious association with Voldemort's followers, but he'd written Regulas off ever since he started associating with Snivellus.
An old-fashioned carriage drove past their post at a deliberately slow place. The carriage was an ostentatious display of wealth and status. The windows were darkened and Sirius' curiosity was piqued. Moving closer to the manor, Sirius pulled the Invisibility Cloak tighter.
"Dumbledore said to observe!" hissed Remus in protest. "Not go to the party!"
Sirius rolled his eyes and walked past the iron gates. Behind him, he heard his lover curse softly and follow him. He could already hear the lecture. Oh well, if he was going to be lectured, he might as well commit a horrific offence. After all, the night was still young.
The carriage stopped in front of the massive entrance of Malfoy Manor. The door to the coach opened of its own volition and Sirius cringed when he saw who got out. He'd always had the propensity to believe the best in people, except when it came to his family. He was hoping against hope that Remus had been wrong.
But the proof was staring him right in the face. Michael Masters held his hand out for his escort. Holding his breath, Sirius edged closer. A woman grabbed hold of the wizard's proffered hand.
He didn't know what it was, but something drew him closer. Sirius could only see the woman's bare back, her sequined gown dipping dangerously low to the point where the curve of her buttock left little to the imagination. Dark curls were piled high on her head.
Shadows danced along the stone walls of the Manor. He could hardly make out any other features. Whoever she was, she certainly wasn't Master's wife. "She's probably his mistress," he mumbled softly.
"She's not his mistress," Remus growled "She's Corinthia."
--
The inside of Malfoy was just as ornate and classically tasteless as the outside. Ministry officials, well-to-do merchants, and other affluent witches and wizards crowded the grand hall. Michael guided her toward the host and hostess for the evening.
Unfortunately, Corinthia was familiar with Lucius. It seemed as though he was always at the Ministry, even though the arrogant prat didn't work there.
Lucius and Narcissa were statuesque, looking as though they were carved out of marble.
Grasping the host's hand, her brother shook it confidently. "Lucius, Narcissa," he greeted them, bowing slightly as he acknowledged the hostess. "May I introduce my sister, Corinthia?"
Nodding in acknowledgement, she forced a smile to her lips and extended her hand.
Lucius took her hand and placed a perfunctory kiss upon her knuckles, his cold gray eyes sweeping over her figure. Corinthia resisted the urge to hex him.
She was mortified. She felt naked under the older wizard's scrutiny. Her brother had the worst taste in clothing, but she hadn't wanted to hurt his feelings by not wearing it. The silver-sequined gown was obscenely tacky. Michael had also given her a new necklace. It was positively gaudy. It was a choker of diamonds, rubies, and emeralds.
"Good evening, Miss Masters," Lucius Malfoy greeted with a feral grin. "I see you have accepted your rightful place, Miss Masters."
His words sent a chill down her naked spine and she jerked her hand out of Lucius'. Feeling the pressure of her brother's arm around her waist increase, Corinthia blanched. Painfully aware that her brother abhorred scenes, she turned her attention to Narcissa and plastered a smile on her face. As soon as she could, she was going to ditch her brother and leave. There was no way she was going to stay here with these pure-blood snobs.
"I admire your necklace," Narcissa commented, fingering a similar style of choker around her neck. It was the same style as hers, except with different precious stones "“ sapphires and diamonds. "These kinds of necklaces can only be given on special occasions."
Corinthia's smile faltered as she wondered what the special occasion was.
As if sensing his sister's discomfort, Michael relaxed his hold and kissed her temple. "We're celebrating Carolyn's pregnancy."
"Oh," she replied.
"What a coincidence! Cissy is pregnant as well," Lucius divulged as he rested his hand on his wife's slightly rounded belly.
Something told Corinthia that Narcissa was not thrilled at the prospect of being pregnant. Perhaps it was the sour look on the other witch\'s face.
"Carolyn is due in July. When are you due, Madam Malfoy?" Michael asked politely.
"Early June," Lucius answered for his wife.
Seeing one of his co-workers from the Ministry, Michael made their excuses and they entered into the grand hall.
--
Cursing silently under his breath, Remus went in the direction he thought Sirius had gone. The bloody git was invisible, not invincible. Once he finished kicking his arse for disobeying Dumbledore's orders, he was going to track down Corinthia and find out what in the bloody hell she was doing at Lucius Malfoy's party.
Malfoy was strongly suspected in Death Eater activities. That was the reason he was constantly under surveillance by the Order. Other than associating with the wrong people, Lucius was only guilty of bribing Ministry officials, as far as they could tell.
All he knew was that Corinthia better have a damn good reason for being here.
--
Making her way through the gardens, she hugged Michael's cape around her shoulders. It wasn't like he was going to miss her or the cape. She had made the rounds, complimented all the right people to help her brother advance his career.
Gods, she hated politics!
The sound of the party faded away as she took an ill-illuminated path. Withdrawing her wand, she whispered a soft, "Lumos," and kept walking. The sounds of crickets and frolicking fairies masked the sound of her feet crunching gravel. She needed to get off Malfoy's property before she could Apparate home.
Walking round a wall of tall hedges, Corinthia ran into a solid body of flesh and dropped her wand. The overpowering scent of cologne stole her breath away and she tried to pull away from her unknown captor.
"I see Michael gave you my gift," an eerily familiar voice whispered into her ear.
Corinthia lashed out as best she could but her dress was of the design that made it impossible to do so. "Shove off, Regulas," she huffed, trying to push him away.
But he held on to her with little effort. "There there, Corinthia." Regulas' stale breath made her want to vomit. "Is that any way to talk to your betrothed?"
In the struggle, Michael's cape had fallen to the moist ground. She wanted to grab it and cover herself, but found she could not move.
Releasing her, Regulas circled her.
She still couldn't move. Nor could she make any sounds.
The wizard trailed his wand over the choker, her collarbone, and then her breasts. "Or did your brother forget to tell you?"
A single tear slid down her cheek as she felt the sharp knife of betrayal pierce her heart.
Regulas scoffed. "Of course Michael didn't tell you. He's such a coward. I can't believe He gifted him with the Dark Mark."
Her eyes widened further as the words Regulas spoke rang in her head. Dark Mark. Oh Gods! She was going to be ill. Her brother"¦ a Death Eater!
The tip of his wand caught the flimsy material of the gown on her shoulder and he lifted it, dropping so that it fell, exposing one of her breasts.
"You were originally intended for my brother." Cold wood grazed her erect nipple as he teased it with the wand. "But you are too pure for the Blood Traitor."
Corinthia could feel the choker constricting. With any luck, she would pass out.
"Once our child rests in your womb, I shall curry favor with the Dark Lord. Lucius and Narcissa are his favorites now. Crabbe and Goyle have the Dark Lord's pleasure too."
She could feel the bile rising in her throat. It was becoming even more difficult to breathe.
"Stop resisting, beloved," instructed Regulas. "If you resist my advances, it will only choke you more. Only I can remove the trinket of affection."
Suffocating was a strange sensation. If Regulas wanted her, he was going to be shagging a corpse!
"My brother may have been your first, but I shall be your last," he whispered against her ear, rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb.
Corinthia closed her eyes and succumbed to a blissful darkness, missing the sudden flash of light that consumed her tormentor.
--
The hour was late and his "guests" had thinned out. Those remaining were there for one purpose and one purpose only "“ to bask in the glow of the Dark Lord's power. An orgy had been planned for Lord Voldemort's pleasure. Even though Lucius had reservations over Cissy's participation, she was adamant that she get to participate.
Watching his wife's naked arse sway in front of him as they walked through the antechamber, it was as though she could read his mind. "You can not deny me this pleasure, Lucius. I have your child growing within me," she stated, her inflection resentful.
"And I am certain the Dark Lord will show you special affection tonight," Lucius drawled knowingly, grabbing her wrist and spinning her round. "Does that not excite you?"
Icy blue eyes stared into cold gray eyes. "It all depends," his wife stated breathlessly. "I want to sample others tonight."
Lucius was familiar with his wife's appetites. She was hungry. She'd gone without the company of the others for too long. It had taken them a little over a year to conceive the child that nestled in her womb "“ his heir.
He knew the child was his. Narcissa had been unable to break their monogamy bond until she was through her first trimester to ensure the safety of the child in the event they were able to conceive.
It had been tedious work, fucking the ice-queen. Her appetites rarely included him. She enjoyed a variety of sexual proclivities, but she could not partake of her favorite "“ sadomasochism. She enjoyed pain.
And he enjoyed giving it. But, no matter how hard Lucius tried, he could not extend that activity to Cissy. She was perfection "“ a divine creature given to him for his pleasure. To mar such wondrous skin would be a crime.
"You shall sample anybody you please, my love," Lucius promised as he leaned forward and tried to kiss his wife. As usual, she turned her head. Angered, he squeezed her wrist and her eyes flashed with excitement. "Just remember this, wife"¦ Do not cleanse yourself until I see you."
Narcissa rolled her eyes, annoyed with her husband's request.
Lucius' mouth watered at the prospect of tasting the ejaculate mixed with her delicious sweat.
Snatching her arm out of his grasp, Cissy walked toward the final antechamber and undid the wards.
The large marble door rolled to the side, admitting Lucius and Narcissa into a den of decadent lust.
They were the last to arrive and the orgy was already well under way. Piles of flesh moved in erratic rhythms, the slapping of flesh on flesh sounding over the moans of pleasure as witches and wizards took their fill of one another.
The only person not participating was the Dark Lord himself. A man in his fifties, his skin pale and waxy, sat on the throne at the front of the room. If one looked closely into his bloodshot eyes, one could see the handsome youth he once was. His dark hair hung loosely about his shoulders. He watched the proceedings with disinterest.
Upon seeing the host and hostess of his shelter for the night, Voldemort sat taller in his seat.
Lucius and Narcissa knelt before him, touching their foreheads to the ground in reverence.
Pleased with the display of fealty and Narcissa's "delicate condition," the Dark Lord bade them to rise.
"My Lord, you honor us "“" her husband stated in his usual attempt of flattery.
"Yes, yes, Lucius," the Dark Lord hissed, waving his hand and dismissing him. "Leave us."
Feeling the cold penetrating gaze of Voldemort's dark eyes, Narcissa stood still as he plowed through her thoughts. His eyes narrowed as he saw the conversation she'd just had with her husband. "You'll get your fill, special one," he said, running his hand over the life that grew inside her.
A fierce surge of protectiveness moved through her and her icy demeanor cracked. She'd suffered Lucius' touches far too long to lose this baby now.
"Don't worry, pet," Voldemort reassured her. "No harm will come to you or your babe. You shall fulfill your contract and be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams. For now, let me taste the essence that drips from the womb of a pure-blood."
Gasping as she was levitated in the air by invisible hands, Narcissa watched a group of Death Eaters which included her husband brutalize a Muggle under the Imperius Curse. Her husband had hold of the woman's hair and was fucking her mouth at a pace that was obviously gagging the lucky woman.
She started when cold hands touched her thighs, parting them to admit her Lord's attentions. His tongue was warm and firm as it flitted across her swollen clit. Her gaze turned toward another pile of writhing flesh.
It was three men "“ two wizards and a Muggle male. Unlike the Muggle woman, the man was not under the Imperius Curse. He was sandwiched between two Death Eaters, both of them fucking him in the ass at the same time and taking turns casting the Cruciatus on him.
The man didn't know how fortunate he was. She would love to be between them "“ minus the Cruciatus of course.
The Dark Lord pushed several fingers into her dripping wet orifice. He was actually being gentle with her, which vexed her to no end. She couldn't wait to have this child. Her precious cargo was a pure-blood, which was rare these days. It was growing exceedingly difficult for pure-bloods to become pregnant, much less carry to term.
His hand resting on her swollen womb, Voldemort continued to lap at her clitoris and fuck her with his fingers. She was so wet now, she could feel the moisture trickle between her ass cheeks.
Lifting her head, Narcissa could see the attendants next to Voldemort move about. Gods! She yearned for something in her ass. Surely, that wouldn't hurt the child. Her gaze locked with his as he feasted between her legs.
As if by telepathy, one of the attendants handed her Lord something from a tray. She strained to see what it was, but the attendant was in the way. Wiggling against her invisible restraints, Narcissa moaned, her frustration growing.
"Patience, child," her Lord growled between licks as he withdrew his fingers. "I know your darkest desires. You shall realize one of them tonight."
Something moist and warm pressed against her ass and Narcissa bucked against it. The intrusion of the anal plug excited her, and Voldemort chuckled. He kept pushing it in, forcing it past her resisting muscles.
"Thank you, my Lord," she whimpered and winced as she realized how large the instrument was. Closing her eyes, Narcissa didn't see the attendants move beside her. When they pinched and twisted her nipples, she came undone.
Nirvana!
Voldemort's serpent-like tongue lapped at her juices. "Delicious," he murmured, licking his lips and sitting back in his chair.
Narcissa moaned, the aftershocks of her release convulsing around the anal plug.
"Rest," the Dark Lord commanded as he released her from the magical bonds. Collapsing at his feet, she panted and shifted her weight to lie on her side. Remnants of her orgasm continued to pulse through her.
Behind her, Narcissa heard Lord Voldemort murmur something to one of his attendants, who walked down the steps of the altar and into the crowd. To her left, a group of women formed a chain of mutual pleasure, their slurping and mewling sounds sickening her. How they could orgasm without penetration was beyond her.
To her right was a group of men and women. One witch straddled a wizard's face while another witch rode his cock. Another group of tangled limbs groaned and jerked. Narcissa smiled in remembrance as she watched McNair fuck Goyle who in turn was fucking his pregnant wife.
The combinations were limitless.
Gazing at her husband, Narcissa saw him resting. He'd obviously finished with the Muggle woman. Lucius did not have much in the way of stamina. The attendant approached her husband and gathered his hands in hers, coaxing him toward the altar.
"Rise, Narcissa," the Dark Lord commanded.
Doing as she was told, she faced her master and shivered as he ran his pale hands over the flawless skin of her breasts. He whispered an incantation and invisible clamps pinched her sensitive nipples.
The pain was her pleasure. With no effort at all, the dark wizard turned the white witch in his arms. Lifting her onto his engorged shaft, Voldemort impaled Narcissa.
"My Lord," she gasped as he filled her, the twisting pain of her nipples and the depth and size of him almost too much to bear. Every push and thrust moved against the anal plug, stimulating her into a frenzy.
Just as he began, Voldemort stopped. The Muggles were dead. Everyone was watching them, envious that her Lord was gifting her with such attentions. He rested within her, every pulse of his veined organ beating inside her. One of his large hands rested on her hip while the other rested on the babe in her womb.
Gods, he was deep.
Lucius was guided up the stairs to the altar. "My Lord," he whispered in awe as he knelt before them.
"Your wife is not happy, Lucius," Voldemort stated, displeased.
Unable to help herself, Narcissa tried to move on top of the dark wizard.
"She is the vessel of our future," he continued, stroking the swell of her stomach. "You, like Crabbe and Goyle, honor our ranks with the next generation. Do you give your child to me?"
"I do, my Lord," replied Lucius without skipping a beat.
"Then please your wife." Voldemort slid his long fingers between her body and his, opening her labia and exposing her distended nub.
Crawling toward them, Lucius smirked. "Yes, Lord Voldemort."
Just as Lucius buried his face in his wife's sex, the Dark Lord whispered into Narcissa's ear. "He is yours. Do what you will with him."
She had the most powerful wizard buried to the hilt within her, a sex toy in her ass, and her husband sucking her clitoris into his mouth. With the last of her reserves, she cast the Unforgivable.
Lucius moaned as he gave himself over to the Imperius Curse. The male attendant moved behind Lucius. Taking his cock in his hand, he smacked her husband's ass with it. Narcissa's eyes widened, her excitement growing. If she couldn't have what she wanted, then she would watch her husband receive her desires.
The man was brutal. He claimed Lucius with one vicious thrust, forcing his way past her husband's tight passage.
"Is this what you wanted to see, pet?" Voldemort rasped against her ear. "Look into my eyes, daughter of Black."
She could drown in the depths of the Dark Lord's eyes. His skills plucked through the deepest recesses of her frozen soul. "Where is your fire, witch? What moves you?"
Lucius' huffs of pain grew louder as the attendant rutted on him. His pain sent a thrill of twisted desire through her. Tossing her head back, she cried out and came.
Voldemort stilled within her, calmly coating her with his come.
Her husband cried out, enthusiastically lapping up the escaping juices as they flooded out of his master and wife's conjoined bodies. The Dark Lord's attendant fell against Lucius' back. Voldemort moved Narcissa off him and stood up, the female attendant cleansing him. "No one is to harm Narcissa. Lucius will entertain us for the evening."
--
"Please," Lucius begged, reaching out for his wife as he saw the glistening ejaculate of his Lord drip from her swollen slit. He'd been buggered before, actually enjoyed it before. But the rough manner left much to be desired. Right now, his main focus was tasting the Dark Lord's seed.
Flipping onto his back, he beckoned Cissy to give him what he desired most.
His wife was most accommodating, straddling his face and using her fingers to open the lips of her used sex. As Lucius feasted on the juices, he closed his eyes and gave himself over to his wife's lust for pain.
Hands grabbed his thighs, lifting him to receive the brutality of his guests. Flesh probed his crack and prodded his puckered hole. He felt as though he were being split in two, which only heightened his desire. His face was soaked with sexual secretions he deemed worthy of worship. It was a true gift to receive the Dark Lord. It was like drinking from a sacred cup.
"Looks like Lucius enjoys it," the Death Eater who was fucking him muttered as he hammered into him. "Look at that."
His cock ached and he wished someone would take pity and relieve him. He knew Cissy would not do it. She was too far gone with all the attention and never remembered him when she became this ravenous. He'd relieve himself, but he was scooping his fingers into her dripping orifice and grasping her thigh with his other hand.
A hand encircled his aching cock and stroked it methodically.
"Shall we relieve Lucius, Narcissa?" asked Voldemort as he stood nearby. "Or shall we torture him further?"
The only response the master received was an inarticulate groan from the witch writhing on top of him. He couldn't see who was fucking him. All he could feel was the wizard's length and girth hammering into him. The wizard bottomed out, grinding his pelvis into his. The hand continued to stroke up and down his shaft, giving him the contact Lucius craved.
The sound of skin slapping skin enhanced his pleasure. He was leaking. He didn't know how much longer he would last. Just as he thought he would explode, the hand moved away and something was rolled onto his cock. It was tight, snuggling near the base of his cock "“ a cock ring! Morgana's tits! He couldn't come now.
His fellow Death Eater finished fucking him, groaning loudly as he came with a forceful thrust. His sticky come was the lubricant for the next cock to slide inside him. Gods! His cock throbbed.
"You must please your wife, Lucius," the Dark Lord reminded him.
With renewed vigor, Lucius suckled the swollen flesh of his wife. She shifted on his face, and he was able to see his Lord kneeling behind Narcissa, twisting and moving the anal plug in and out of her tight passage.
Lucius lost count of the times he'd been buggered in the ass. Surely he was bloody by now. Merlin knew he was sore. Finally the abuse stopped. He could feel blood and semen dripping from his ass.
"Climb onto your husband, Narcissa," instructed Voldemort. "Take his cock in your hand and fuck him."
"Yes, my Lord," his wife agreed readily as she moved off his face and straddled his waist. Her tight sheath surrounded him, promising the release he yearned for. If only he could dispose of the cock ring.
"Lucius, roll onto your side," Voldemort hissed next to him. "The child is not to come to harm."
Shoving his member as deep as he could go, Lucius rolled onto his side, taking a mewling Narcissa with him.
"Proceed," Voldemort hissed to someone that Lucius could not see until that someone sidled up to Narcissa's back. Lucius paid the wizard little mind for his master was behind him, toying with his stiff sacks.
The Death Eater behind his wife removed the anal plug and teased that passage.
"Yes, please, gods," moaned Cissy as she begged to be fucked in the ass. Feeling the pressure of the other wizard's cock on the other side of the tight channel, Lucius moaned. A hand clutched his leg and a warm body pressed against him. When he turned to see who was entering him, Lucius cried out in ecstasy.
"Lord Voldemort," gasped Lucius as he greedily accepted the Dark Lord's advances.
Voldemort whispered an incantation against his ear and Lucius felt the cock ring dissolve. The urge to come undid him and he shuddered as he did so.
--
Stumbling through labyrinth of antechambers, Regulas wiped the bloody sleeve of his robe across his forehead. He had to warn the Dark Lord. Security had been compromised.
More importantly, his intended had been spirited away.
Regulas removed the wards from the last door and pushed it open. The smell of sex permeated the room. Most of the participants were in various piles, asleep. Some were still going at it.
He approached the altar, knowing it was pointless to invent a story of bravery and wit. The Dark Lord knew everything "“ well, almost everything. His master didn't know that he knew about the Horcrux in the cave. Before Regulas looked into Voldemort's eyes, he cleared his mind. It would not do to advertise the fact that he knew Lord Voldemort's secret agenda.
"My Lord," Regulas greeted the dark wizard, kneeling on the first step of the altar. "I fear for your safety."
"And why is that?" Voldemort replied lackadaisically.
"I was attacked in the garden by forces unseen. My intended was taken from me." Lucius, who was lying at the Dark Lord's feet, groaned. Narcissa reclined next to him, her choker of gems gleaming in the light.
"I need help, My Lord," Regulas stated. "Help to take my intended back. Do I have your support for my endeavor?"
Voldemort's eyes narrowed and Regulas squirmed. "No, you do not. If you cannot keep what is yours, you deserve to lose it."
Others in the room sniggered.
The tone in the Dark Lord's voice brokered no arguments so Regulas beat a hasty, yet embarrassed retreat. When he was a safe distance from the mansion, Regulas yelled at the top of his lungs. His frustration gnawed at him, his lust for Corinthia blinding him to reason.
Voldemort was a fraud. The Dark Lord didn't care about their cause. They were there for his amusement. In his quest for immortality, Lord Voldemort used them. After all, what good would immortality do if one didn't have followers?
He had been content to sit back and watch the Dark Lord struggle with immortality. Resentment festered within him as he realized the master's betrayal to their cause.
Corinthia had been promised to him. To deny him the resources to go after her was deplorable. Looking back at the mansion, Regulas scowled. "We'll see how he likes loosing one of his possessions."
*****
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Chapter Four "“
Chewing her food slowly, Corinthia stared at both wizards. They had skipped breakfast, opting for a morning of unadulterated sex. Sated, she had almost forgotten about Remus abrupt departure last night. She sensed that there was more to the truth than what Sirius had told her.
That stung, leading to seeds of resentment. Her (and they were hers) two lovers shared a bond between one another she would never measure up to.
"Knut for your thoughts, Corrie," Sirius said before taking a bite of his sandwich.
Feeling Remus' intense stare, Corinthia grabbed her glass and sipped the pumpkin juice. "Where did you go last night?" she asked the werewolf pointedly.
Remus wiped his mouth and tossed his napkin on his plate. "I had something I needed to take care of," he replied.
The witch waited for more of an explanation. Once she realized there wasn't one, she put her napkin on her plate and stood up. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry, thought Corinthia as she felt tears threaten. She felt betrayed and used, cheap and tawdry. How could she have been so stupid?
"Okay," squeaked Corinthia before she walked out of the room.
"Corrie, wait!" echoed behind her. It was Sirius calling for her, not Remus. She abhorred secrets and would not live in the shadows of them. She'd spent all her childhood living like that.
--
"Bloody hell, you wanker!" Sirius yelled, slamming his napkin on the table. He stood and tried to go after their witch, but Remus caught him.
"Let her go, Sirius," Remus said, his inflection one that would broker no argument. "It's better this way." Even as the words left his mouth, he knew he was the world's biggest bastard. He shouldn't have done what he did this morning. He should have walked away.
"What? Better this way?" Sirius railed. "What are you talking about?"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Remus sighed. The last thing he needed was both his lovers pissed at him. "Will you calm down?"
"No, I will not calm down, you bloody prat," the younger wizard huffed, pulling on his wrist. "Did you honestly think, Corinthia wouldn't notice? Weren't you planning on telling her about the Order?"
Tired of the accusatory nature of his lover's tone, Remus let go of his wrist. "Isn't the Order supposed to be a secret? Would Dumbledore approve? Everybody who knows about the Order is in the Order, you arse! Can you think past your prick and focus?"
Sirius sat down.
Remus sighed as he looked into Sirius' gray eyes. Although Sirius would deny it, he was in love with Corinthia as much as he was. Hopefully, he would be able to see why they needed to let her go. "Would you care to explain to her why the Order has her brother under observation?"
Sirius' scowl deepened. "No, but "“"
"No buts, Sirius," Remus said. "You know how Dumbledore works. He'll have her recruited."
Shaking his head, Sirius gave in. "The funny thing is that I told her about the Order."
"You did what?" the werewolf bellowed.
"She didn't believe me anyway." The Animagus shrugged his shoulders.
--
Corinthia stared at the fireplace. She had walked out of Sirius' flat without a backward glance. She felt like the worst kind of fool. She'd played into Sirius' joke perfectly.
Remus had played his part wonderfully. The look he'd given her this morning had said it all. He didn't want her there. Her first lover had been cold and withdrawn. Neither had promised anything of a permanent nature. Well, they had, but it was obviously a ruse just to fuck her. Sirius was notorious for his schemes.
Her eyes burned with unshed tears. Muscles she hadn't even known she had protested from this morning's activities. In the back of her mind, she pondered some type of revenge. But that just wasn't her style.
The flame in the fireplace popped and flashed green. Dabbing the sleeve across her eyes, Corinthia sat up.
"Corinthia? Are you in?" Michael's disembodied head moved from side to side, searching for his answer. Upon seeing his sister, he smiled. "I'm coming through."
She rolled her eyes. Not, "May I come through," but "I'm coming through." Git!
The flames rose and her big brother stepped into the sitting room. He was a tall, lanky, sandy blonde-haired wizard "“ her total opposite. Whereas she was a tad on the dumpy side, he was elegant and handsome. To make matters worse, he could be an overprotective, arrogant ass.
Michael was just like their father, taking great pride in his pure-blood status. She, for one, didn't give a niffler's ass about blood status.
Brushing the soot off his expensive, tailored robe, her brother studied her silently.
She knew that look. It was lecture time. What had she done now? Better yet, what hadn't she done?
"Please tell me it's not true," he said, his tone of long-suffering patience.
"It's not true," retorted Corinthia, who had no idea as to what her brother was referring.
Michael glared at sister. "Don't be obtuse, Corinthia. You know very well what I'm talking about. Please tell me you are not dating Sirius Black!"
Never one prone to physical violence, nevertheless she had to exercise extreme control so as not to haul off and hit her sibling. "No," she replied, grinding her teeth.
"No what?" Michael appeared confused. "No you don't know what I am talking about, or no you're not dating him?"
Fixing her sibling with a killing stare, Corinthia swallowed the lump in her throat. "No, I'm not dating him." She watched her brother relax, the premature worry lines creasing his forehead easing.
"I knew you wouldn't exercise such poor judgment." Heaving a sigh of relief, Michael collapsed onto the sofa next to her.
His condescending manner pissed her off and she lashed out verbally. "I may not be dating Sirius Black, but I am shagging him "“ not right now of course. Right now I'm talking to you."
Michael jumped up as if she'd told him she was infectious. His lips moved, but he made no sound. He started to pace in front of her, his fists clenched at his side. Stopping in front of his sister, he took a long shuddering breath. "You're joking."
Furious, Corinthia stood up and poked her brother in the chest. "No, I'm not joking! Is it so hard to believe that somebody would fuck me?"
"I'll kill him," Michael murmured murderously, slapping her hand away.
"Oh, shut it!" she shouted. "You needn't get all brotherly on me."
"You were meant for another," he growled, running a hand through his hair. "He's not going to be happy."
"What are you talking about?" Corinthia seethed. "Who's not going to be happy?"
Michael pinched the bridge of his nose. "No one."
Glaring at her brother, Corinthia threw her hands up in the air and walked away.
"Where are you going?" he growled.
"To my room," she huffed indignantly as she stomped up the stairs. Her brother was such an insensitive prick. She was exhausted and emotionally drained, and he brings in his ignorant, pure-blood ideologies. Imagine his reaction if he knew she had lain with a werewolf.
"Don't be childish, Corinthia." Her brother shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
She turned at the top of the steps and glowered at him. "Childish!"
"Yes," he affirmed, making his way up the stairs.
"If I were being childish, I'd hex you!"
Michael's anger dissolved and a patronizing smirk touched his lips. "You wouldn't hex your big brother. You love me."
Corinthia snorted. "Not when you're being an arse."
"What would mum and dad say?" he teased.
Rolling her eyes, she walked into her bedroom. "Mum would say to make it a good hex. Dad would hex me before I could."
"Precisely," Michael cheered in victory. They had always taken his side. "Besides, you wouldn't want to hex the man who's going to take you out tonight."
"I don't want to go out," she retorted. "I'm tired" and sore.
Her brother did his best imitation of a pout. "But I need you. Carolyn has taken ill and I need an escort.\"
Corinthia paused. "Is Carolyn all right?" She may not like her brother at times, but her sister-in-law was one of her favorite people.
Michael grinned sheepishly. "She'll be okay in about nine months."
It took a moment for the words to sink in. "She's pregnant!"
--
Sirius shifted underneath the invisibility cloak. Of all the duties the Order demanded of its members, surveillance was the worst.
"Look on the bright side," Remus murmured from under his cloak as he watched various guests arrive at Malfoy Manor. "We're not invited."
"Good point," he replied.
Several pops of Apparition sounded down the lane and they quieted. They watched several known Death Eaters walk toward the manor.
"There's your brother," Remus said in a hushed voice.
"No surprise there," replied Sirius, his inflection dripping with disappointed sarcasm. He'd get upset over his brother's obvious association with Voldemort's followers, but he'd written Regulas off ever since he started associating with Snivellus.
An old-fashioned carriage drove past their post at a deliberately slow place. The carriage was an ostentatious display of wealth and status. The windows were darkened and Sirius' curiosity was piqued. Moving closer to the manor, Sirius pulled the Invisibility Cloak tighter.
"Dumbledore said to observe!" hissed Remus in protest. "Not go to the party!"
Sirius rolled his eyes and walked past the iron gates. Behind him, he heard his lover curse softly and follow him. He could already hear the lecture. Oh well, if he was going to be lectured, he might as well commit a horrific offence. After all, the night was still young.
The carriage stopped in front of the massive entrance of Malfoy Manor. The door to the coach opened of its own volition and Sirius cringed when he saw who got out. He'd always had the propensity to believe the best in people, except when it came to his family. He was hoping against hope that Remus had been wrong.
But the proof was staring him right in the face. Michael Masters held his hand out for his escort. Holding his breath, Sirius edged closer. A woman grabbed hold of the wizard's proffered hand.
He didn't know what it was, but something drew him closer. Sirius could only see the woman's bare back, her sequined gown dipping dangerously low to the point where the curve of her buttock left little to the imagination. Dark curls were piled high on her head.
Shadows danced along the stone walls of the Manor. He could hardly make out any other features. Whoever she was, she certainly wasn't Master's wife. "She's probably his mistress," he mumbled softly.
"She's not his mistress," Remus growled "She's Corinthia."
--
The inside of Malfoy was just as ornate and classically tasteless as the outside. Ministry officials, well-to-do merchants, and other affluent witches and wizards crowded the grand hall. Michael guided her toward the host and hostess for the evening.
Unfortunately, Corinthia was familiar with Lucius. It seemed as though he was always at the Ministry, even though the arrogant prat didn't work there.
Lucius and Narcissa were statuesque, looking as though they were carved out of marble.
Grasping the host's hand, her brother shook it confidently. "Lucius, Narcissa," he greeted them, bowing slightly as he acknowledged the hostess. "May I introduce my sister, Corinthia?"
Nodding in acknowledgement, she forced a smile to her lips and extended her hand.
Lucius took her hand and placed a perfunctory kiss upon her knuckles, his cold gray eyes sweeping over her figure. Corinthia resisted the urge to hex him.
She was mortified. She felt naked under the older wizard's scrutiny. Her brother had the worst taste in clothing, but she hadn't wanted to hurt his feelings by not wearing it. The silver-sequined gown was obscenely tacky. Michael had also given her a new necklace. It was positively gaudy. It was a choker of diamonds, rubies, and emeralds.
"Good evening, Miss Masters," Lucius Malfoy greeted with a feral grin. "I see you have accepted your rightful place, Miss Masters."
His words sent a chill down her naked spine and she jerked her hand out of Lucius'. Feeling the pressure of her brother's arm around her waist increase, Corinthia blanched. Painfully aware that her brother abhorred scenes, she turned her attention to Narcissa and plastered a smile on her face. As soon as she could, she was going to ditch her brother and leave. There was no way she was going to stay here with these pure-blood snobs.
"I admire your necklace," Narcissa commented, fingering a similar style of choker around her neck. It was the same style as hers, except with different precious stones "“ sapphires and diamonds. "These kinds of necklaces can only be given on special occasions."
Corinthia's smile faltered as she wondered what the special occasion was.
As if sensing his sister's discomfort, Michael relaxed his hold and kissed her temple. "We're celebrating Carolyn's pregnancy."
"Oh," she replied.
"What a coincidence! Cissy is pregnant as well," Lucius divulged as he rested his hand on his wife's slightly rounded belly.
Something told Corinthia that Narcissa was not thrilled at the prospect of being pregnant. Perhaps it was the sour look on the other witch\'s face.
"Carolyn is due in July. When are you due, Madam Malfoy?" Michael asked politely.
"Early June," Lucius answered for his wife.
Seeing one of his co-workers from the Ministry, Michael made their excuses and they entered into the grand hall.
--
Cursing silently under his breath, Remus went in the direction he thought Sirius had gone. The bloody git was invisible, not invincible. Once he finished kicking his arse for disobeying Dumbledore's orders, he was going to track down Corinthia and find out what in the bloody hell she was doing at Lucius Malfoy's party.
Malfoy was strongly suspected in Death Eater activities. That was the reason he was constantly under surveillance by the Order. Other than associating with the wrong people, Lucius was only guilty of bribing Ministry officials, as far as they could tell.
All he knew was that Corinthia better have a damn good reason for being here.
--
Making her way through the gardens, she hugged Michael's cape around her shoulders. It wasn't like he was going to miss her or the cape. She had made the rounds, complimented all the right people to help her brother advance his career.
Gods, she hated politics!
The sound of the party faded away as she took an ill-illuminated path. Withdrawing her wand, she whispered a soft, "Lumos," and kept walking. The sounds of crickets and frolicking fairies masked the sound of her feet crunching gravel. She needed to get off Malfoy's property before she could Apparate home.
Walking round a wall of tall hedges, Corinthia ran into a solid body of flesh and dropped her wand. The overpowering scent of cologne stole her breath away and she tried to pull away from her unknown captor.
"I see Michael gave you my gift," an eerily familiar voice whispered into her ear.
Corinthia lashed out as best she could but her dress was of the design that made it impossible to do so. "Shove off, Regulas," she huffed, trying to push him away.
But he held on to her with little effort. "There there, Corinthia." Regulas' stale breath made her want to vomit. "Is that any way to talk to your betrothed?"
In the struggle, Michael's cape had fallen to the moist ground. She wanted to grab it and cover herself, but found she could not move.
Releasing her, Regulas circled her.
She still couldn't move. Nor could she make any sounds.
The wizard trailed his wand over the choker, her collarbone, and then her breasts. "Or did your brother forget to tell you?"
A single tear slid down her cheek as she felt the sharp knife of betrayal pierce her heart.
Regulas scoffed. "Of course Michael didn't tell you. He's such a coward. I can't believe He gifted him with the Dark Mark."
Her eyes widened further as the words Regulas spoke rang in her head. Dark Mark. Oh Gods! She was going to be ill. Her brother"¦ a Death Eater!
The tip of his wand caught the flimsy material of the gown on her shoulder and he lifted it, dropping so that it fell, exposing one of her breasts.
"You were originally intended for my brother." Cold wood grazed her erect nipple as he teased it with the wand. "But you are too pure for the Blood Traitor."
Corinthia could feel the choker constricting. With any luck, she would pass out.
"Once our child rests in your womb, I shall curry favor with the Dark Lord. Lucius and Narcissa are his favorites now. Crabbe and Goyle have the Dark Lord's pleasure too."
She could feel the bile rising in her throat. It was becoming even more difficult to breathe.
"Stop resisting, beloved," instructed Regulas. "If you resist my advances, it will only choke you more. Only I can remove the trinket of affection."
Suffocating was a strange sensation. If Regulas wanted her, he was going to be shagging a corpse!
"My brother may have been your first, but I shall be your last," he whispered against her ear, rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb.
Corinthia closed her eyes and succumbed to a blissful darkness, missing the sudden flash of light that consumed her tormentor.
--
The hour was late and his "guests" had thinned out. Those remaining were there for one purpose and one purpose only "“ to bask in the glow of the Dark Lord's power. An orgy had been planned for Lord Voldemort's pleasure. Even though Lucius had reservations over Cissy's participation, she was adamant that she get to participate.
Watching his wife's naked arse sway in front of him as they walked through the antechamber, it was as though she could read his mind. "You can not deny me this pleasure, Lucius. I have your child growing within me," she stated, her inflection resentful.
"And I am certain the Dark Lord will show you special affection tonight," Lucius drawled knowingly, grabbing her wrist and spinning her round. "Does that not excite you?"
Icy blue eyes stared into cold gray eyes. "It all depends," his wife stated breathlessly. "I want to sample others tonight."
Lucius was familiar with his wife's appetites. She was hungry. She'd gone without the company of the others for too long. It had taken them a little over a year to conceive the child that nestled in her womb "“ his heir.
He knew the child was his. Narcissa had been unable to break their monogamy bond until she was through her first trimester to ensure the safety of the child in the event they were able to conceive.
It had been tedious work, fucking the ice-queen. Her appetites rarely included him. She enjoyed a variety of sexual proclivities, but she could not partake of her favorite "“ sadomasochism. She enjoyed pain.
And he enjoyed giving it. But, no matter how hard Lucius tried, he could not extend that activity to Cissy. She was perfection "“ a divine creature given to him for his pleasure. To mar such wondrous skin would be a crime.
"You shall sample anybody you please, my love," Lucius promised as he leaned forward and tried to kiss his wife. As usual, she turned her head. Angered, he squeezed her wrist and her eyes flashed with excitement. "Just remember this, wife"¦ Do not cleanse yourself until I see you."
Narcissa rolled her eyes, annoyed with her husband's request.
Lucius' mouth watered at the prospect of tasting the ejaculate mixed with her delicious sweat.
Snatching her arm out of his grasp, Cissy walked toward the final antechamber and undid the wards.
The large marble door rolled to the side, admitting Lucius and Narcissa into a den of decadent lust.
They were the last to arrive and the orgy was already well under way. Piles of flesh moved in erratic rhythms, the slapping of flesh on flesh sounding over the moans of pleasure as witches and wizards took their fill of one another.
The only person not participating was the Dark Lord himself. A man in his fifties, his skin pale and waxy, sat on the throne at the front of the room. If one looked closely into his bloodshot eyes, one could see the handsome youth he once was. His dark hair hung loosely about his shoulders. He watched the proceedings with disinterest.
Upon seeing the host and hostess of his shelter for the night, Voldemort sat taller in his seat.
Lucius and Narcissa knelt before him, touching their foreheads to the ground in reverence.
Pleased with the display of fealty and Narcissa's "delicate condition," the Dark Lord bade them to rise.
"My Lord, you honor us "“" her husband stated in his usual attempt of flattery.
"Yes, yes, Lucius," the Dark Lord hissed, waving his hand and dismissing him. "Leave us."
Feeling the cold penetrating gaze of Voldemort's dark eyes, Narcissa stood still as he plowed through her thoughts. His eyes narrowed as he saw the conversation she'd just had with her husband. "You'll get your fill, special one," he said, running his hand over the life that grew inside her.
A fierce surge of protectiveness moved through her and her icy demeanor cracked. She'd suffered Lucius' touches far too long to lose this baby now.
"Don't worry, pet," Voldemort reassured her. "No harm will come to you or your babe. You shall fulfill your contract and be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams. For now, let me taste the essence that drips from the womb of a pure-blood."
Gasping as she was levitated in the air by invisible hands, Narcissa watched a group of Death Eaters which included her husband brutalize a Muggle under the Imperius Curse. Her husband had hold of the woman's hair and was fucking her mouth at a pace that was obviously gagging the lucky woman.
She started when cold hands touched her thighs, parting them to admit her Lord's attentions. His tongue was warm and firm as it flitted across her swollen clit. Her gaze turned toward another pile of writhing flesh.
It was three men "“ two wizards and a Muggle male. Unlike the Muggle woman, the man was not under the Imperius Curse. He was sandwiched between two Death Eaters, both of them fucking him in the ass at the same time and taking turns casting the Cruciatus on him.
The man didn't know how fortunate he was. She would love to be between them "“ minus the Cruciatus of course.
The Dark Lord pushed several fingers into her dripping wet orifice. He was actually being gentle with her, which vexed her to no end. She couldn't wait to have this child. Her precious cargo was a pure-blood, which was rare these days. It was growing exceedingly difficult for pure-bloods to become pregnant, much less carry to term.
His hand resting on her swollen womb, Voldemort continued to lap at her clitoris and fuck her with his fingers. She was so wet now, she could feel the moisture trickle between her ass cheeks.
Lifting her head, Narcissa could see the attendants next to Voldemort move about. Gods! She yearned for something in her ass. Surely, that wouldn't hurt the child. Her gaze locked with his as he feasted between her legs.
As if by telepathy, one of the attendants handed her Lord something from a tray. She strained to see what it was, but the attendant was in the way. Wiggling against her invisible restraints, Narcissa moaned, her frustration growing.
"Patience, child," her Lord growled between licks as he withdrew his fingers. "I know your darkest desires. You shall realize one of them tonight."
Something moist and warm pressed against her ass and Narcissa bucked against it. The intrusion of the anal plug excited her, and Voldemort chuckled. He kept pushing it in, forcing it past her resisting muscles.
"Thank you, my Lord," she whimpered and winced as she realized how large the instrument was. Closing her eyes, Narcissa didn't see the attendants move beside her. When they pinched and twisted her nipples, she came undone.
Nirvana!
Voldemort's serpent-like tongue lapped at her juices. "Delicious," he murmured, licking his lips and sitting back in his chair.
Narcissa moaned, the aftershocks of her release convulsing around the anal plug.
"Rest," the Dark Lord commanded as he released her from the magical bonds. Collapsing at his feet, she panted and shifted her weight to lie on her side. Remnants of her orgasm continued to pulse through her.
Behind her, Narcissa heard Lord Voldemort murmur something to one of his attendants, who walked down the steps of the altar and into the crowd. To her left, a group of women formed a chain of mutual pleasure, their slurping and mewling sounds sickening her. How they could orgasm without penetration was beyond her.
To her right was a group of men and women. One witch straddled a wizard's face while another witch rode his cock. Another group of tangled limbs groaned and jerked. Narcissa smiled in remembrance as she watched McNair fuck Goyle who in turn was fucking his pregnant wife.
The combinations were limitless.
Gazing at her husband, Narcissa saw him resting. He'd obviously finished with the Muggle woman. Lucius did not have much in the way of stamina. The attendant approached her husband and gathered his hands in hers, coaxing him toward the altar.
"Rise, Narcissa," the Dark Lord commanded.
Doing as she was told, she faced her master and shivered as he ran his pale hands over the flawless skin of her breasts. He whispered an incantation and invisible clamps pinched her sensitive nipples.
The pain was her pleasure. With no effort at all, the dark wizard turned the white witch in his arms. Lifting her onto his engorged shaft, Voldemort impaled Narcissa.
"My Lord," she gasped as he filled her, the twisting pain of her nipples and the depth and size of him almost too much to bear. Every push and thrust moved against the anal plug, stimulating her into a frenzy.
Just as he began, Voldemort stopped. The Muggles were dead. Everyone was watching them, envious that her Lord was gifting her with such attentions. He rested within her, every pulse of his veined organ beating inside her. One of his large hands rested on her hip while the other rested on the babe in her womb.
Gods, he was deep.
Lucius was guided up the stairs to the altar. "My Lord," he whispered in awe as he knelt before them.
"Your wife is not happy, Lucius," Voldemort stated, displeased.
Unable to help herself, Narcissa tried to move on top of the dark wizard.
"She is the vessel of our future," he continued, stroking the swell of her stomach. "You, like Crabbe and Goyle, honor our ranks with the next generation. Do you give your child to me?"
"I do, my Lord," replied Lucius without skipping a beat.
"Then please your wife." Voldemort slid his long fingers between her body and his, opening her labia and exposing her distended nub.
Crawling toward them, Lucius smirked. "Yes, Lord Voldemort."
Just as Lucius buried his face in his wife's sex, the Dark Lord whispered into Narcissa's ear. "He is yours. Do what you will with him."
She had the most powerful wizard buried to the hilt within her, a sex toy in her ass, and her husband sucking her clitoris into his mouth. With the last of her reserves, she cast the Unforgivable.
Lucius moaned as he gave himself over to the Imperius Curse. The male attendant moved behind Lucius. Taking his cock in his hand, he smacked her husband's ass with it. Narcissa's eyes widened, her excitement growing. If she couldn't have what she wanted, then she would watch her husband receive her desires.
The man was brutal. He claimed Lucius with one vicious thrust, forcing his way past her husband's tight passage.
"Is this what you wanted to see, pet?" Voldemort rasped against her ear. "Look into my eyes, daughter of Black."
She could drown in the depths of the Dark Lord's eyes. His skills plucked through the deepest recesses of her frozen soul. "Where is your fire, witch? What moves you?"
Lucius' huffs of pain grew louder as the attendant rutted on him. His pain sent a thrill of twisted desire through her. Tossing her head back, she cried out and came.
Voldemort stilled within her, calmly coating her with his come.
Her husband cried out, enthusiastically lapping up the escaping juices as they flooded out of his master and wife's conjoined bodies. The Dark Lord's attendant fell against Lucius' back. Voldemort moved Narcissa off him and stood up, the female attendant cleansing him. "No one is to harm Narcissa. Lucius will entertain us for the evening."
--
"Please," Lucius begged, reaching out for his wife as he saw the glistening ejaculate of his Lord drip from her swollen slit. He'd been buggered before, actually enjoyed it before. But the rough manner left much to be desired. Right now, his main focus was tasting the Dark Lord's seed.
Flipping onto his back, he beckoned Cissy to give him what he desired most.
His wife was most accommodating, straddling his face and using her fingers to open the lips of her used sex. As Lucius feasted on the juices, he closed his eyes and gave himself over to his wife's lust for pain.
Hands grabbed his thighs, lifting him to receive the brutality of his guests. Flesh probed his crack and prodded his puckered hole. He felt as though he were being split in two, which only heightened his desire. His face was soaked with sexual secretions he deemed worthy of worship. It was a true gift to receive the Dark Lord. It was like drinking from a sacred cup.
"Looks like Lucius enjoys it," the Death Eater who was fucking him muttered as he hammered into him. "Look at that."
His cock ached and he wished someone would take pity and relieve him. He knew Cissy would not do it. She was too far gone with all the attention and never remembered him when she became this ravenous. He'd relieve himself, but he was scooping his fingers into her dripping orifice and grasping her thigh with his other hand.
A hand encircled his aching cock and stroked it methodically.
"Shall we relieve Lucius, Narcissa?" asked Voldemort as he stood nearby. "Or shall we torture him further?"
The only response the master received was an inarticulate groan from the witch writhing on top of him. He couldn't see who was fucking him. All he could feel was the wizard's length and girth hammering into him. The wizard bottomed out, grinding his pelvis into his. The hand continued to stroke up and down his shaft, giving him the contact Lucius craved.
The sound of skin slapping skin enhanced his pleasure. He was leaking. He didn't know how much longer he would last. Just as he thought he would explode, the hand moved away and something was rolled onto his cock. It was tight, snuggling near the base of his cock "“ a cock ring! Morgana's tits! He couldn't come now.
His fellow Death Eater finished fucking him, groaning loudly as he came with a forceful thrust. His sticky come was the lubricant for the next cock to slide inside him. Gods! His cock throbbed.
"You must please your wife, Lucius," the Dark Lord reminded him.
With renewed vigor, Lucius suckled the swollen flesh of his wife. She shifted on his face, and he was able to see his Lord kneeling behind Narcissa, twisting and moving the anal plug in and out of her tight passage.
Lucius lost count of the times he'd been buggered in the ass. Surely he was bloody by now. Merlin knew he was sore. Finally the abuse stopped. He could feel blood and semen dripping from his ass.
"Climb onto your husband, Narcissa," instructed Voldemort. "Take his cock in your hand and fuck him."
"Yes, my Lord," his wife agreed readily as she moved off his face and straddled his waist. Her tight sheath surrounded him, promising the release he yearned for. If only he could dispose of the cock ring.
"Lucius, roll onto your side," Voldemort hissed next to him. "The child is not to come to harm."
Shoving his member as deep as he could go, Lucius rolled onto his side, taking a mewling Narcissa with him.
"Proceed," Voldemort hissed to someone that Lucius could not see until that someone sidled up to Narcissa's back. Lucius paid the wizard little mind for his master was behind him, toying with his stiff sacks.
The Death Eater behind his wife removed the anal plug and teased that passage.
"Yes, please, gods," moaned Cissy as she begged to be fucked in the ass. Feeling the pressure of the other wizard's cock on the other side of the tight channel, Lucius moaned. A hand clutched his leg and a warm body pressed against him. When he turned to see who was entering him, Lucius cried out in ecstasy.
"Lord Voldemort," gasped Lucius as he greedily accepted the Dark Lord's advances.
Voldemort whispered an incantation against his ear and Lucius felt the cock ring dissolve. The urge to come undid him and he shuddered as he did so.
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Stumbling through labyrinth of antechambers, Regulas wiped the bloody sleeve of his robe across his forehead. He had to warn the Dark Lord. Security had been compromised.
More importantly, his intended had been spirited away.
Regulas removed the wards from the last door and pushed it open. The smell of sex permeated the room. Most of the participants were in various piles, asleep. Some were still going at it.
He approached the altar, knowing it was pointless to invent a story of bravery and wit. The Dark Lord knew everything "“ well, almost everything. His master didn't know that he knew about the Horcrux in the cave. Before Regulas looked into Voldemort's eyes, he cleared his mind. It would not do to advertise the fact that he knew Lord Voldemort's secret agenda.
"My Lord," Regulas greeted the dark wizard, kneeling on the first step of the altar. "I fear for your safety."
"And why is that?" Voldemort replied lackadaisically.
"I was attacked in the garden by forces unseen. My intended was taken from me." Lucius, who was lying at the Dark Lord's feet, groaned. Narcissa reclined next to him, her choker of gems gleaming in the light.
"I need help, My Lord," Regulas stated. "Help to take my intended back. Do I have your support for my endeavor?"
Voldemort's eyes narrowed and Regulas squirmed. "No, you do not. If you cannot keep what is yours, you deserve to lose it."
Others in the room sniggered.
The tone in the Dark Lord's voice brokered no arguments so Regulas beat a hasty, yet embarrassed retreat. When he was a safe distance from the mansion, Regulas yelled at the top of his lungs. His frustration gnawed at him, his lust for Corinthia blinding him to reason.
Voldemort was a fraud. The Dark Lord didn't care about their cause. They were there for his amusement. In his quest for immortality, Lord Voldemort used them. After all, what good would immortality do if one didn't have followers?
He had been content to sit back and watch the Dark Lord struggle with immortality. Resentment festered within him as he realized the master's betrayal to their cause.
Corinthia had been promised to him. To deny him the resources to go after her was deplorable. Looking back at the mansion, Regulas scowled. "We'll see how he likes loosing one of his possessions."
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