Dinner With the Malfoys
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,727
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Epilogue
[Eleven Months Later]
Seven weeks ago, I had a healthy baby boy, the son of Lucius Malfoy. Last night, Draco and I had sex for the first time in nine months, and it was incredible. We were married here in Brazil, and we've been so happy. I lounged at the poolside, remembering...
* * *
I'd had to put Draco under Imperius in the car on the way to Heathrow. He was starting to become hysterical. It worked out quite well, really. I kept him under. He was a bit dim that way, but not much more so than usual. He stayed perfectly calm and happy, until we were settled two months in the luxurious hotel in Sao Paolo. Then one night I stripped naked, cast a silencing charm on our suite, and I lifted the Imperius on my husband.
He went quite mad with rage at me, of course. It was only natural, considering all the circumstances. He told me he'd punish me for a murderous, treacherous witch; a dark thrill shot through me at his words. He looked at me as he'd looked at his mother that final night, and I saw the thought enter his head as well. I stared at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Draco smiled thinly, and then he grabbed me and roughly bent me over. I was shivering with anticipation, wet with desire. I heard a muttered "Engorgio", and I knew what was to come when he fisted my hair and viciously drove the swollen replica of his father's cock deep inside me. Oh, it was good, it was so good! I took Draco's punishing thrusts, relishing the pain, and remembering Lucius, and I came hard with that enormous cock once again splitting me in two.
Draco didn't even had a chance to come before I turned around and Imperiused him again.
It would make him even angrier at me next time I lifted it.
In nine months.
* * *
I sighed again in the sunlight at poolside, remembering that first time. And remembering last night as well: Draco had been furious with sexual frustration and rage; he'd left me with marks and bruises that I'd had to heal this morning. He'd taken me savagely with his father's magnificent cock, slapping me, cursing at me, covering me with his come, inside and out. I'd worn out my voice with screaming. He had finally stopped only after I'd Imperiused him. I stretched luxuriously, feeling fulfilled and relaxed down to my very core.
I was a lucky woman. My baby, my lovely little Malfoy heir with no taint of mad Black blood, was hidden with a pureblood Nanny, until the time was right. I chuckled. He was perfectly safe under Molly Weasley's motherly wing, and Narcissa had no idea where he was, although she knew he existed. She sent us an extremely generous allowance every month, and we sent her pictures of her grandson. Step-son. Step-grandson. Whatever. She really was most generous, even considering we held her heir as a secret hostage. And I had Draco's signed power-of-attorney, of course.
I turned over to tan my back. Everything had turned out simply beautifully. I smiled.
Seven weeks ago, I had a healthy baby boy, the son of Lucius Malfoy. Last night, Draco and I had sex for the first time in nine months, and it was incredible. We were married here in Brazil, and we've been so happy. I lounged at the poolside, remembering...
* * *
I'd had to put Draco under Imperius in the car on the way to Heathrow. He was starting to become hysterical. It worked out quite well, really. I kept him under. He was a bit dim that way, but not much more so than usual. He stayed perfectly calm and happy, until we were settled two months in the luxurious hotel in Sao Paolo. Then one night I stripped naked, cast a silencing charm on our suite, and I lifted the Imperius on my husband.
He went quite mad with rage at me, of course. It was only natural, considering all the circumstances. He told me he'd punish me for a murderous, treacherous witch; a dark thrill shot through me at his words. He looked at me as he'd looked at his mother that final night, and I saw the thought enter his head as well. I stared at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Draco smiled thinly, and then he grabbed me and roughly bent me over. I was shivering with anticipation, wet with desire. I heard a muttered "Engorgio", and I knew what was to come when he fisted my hair and viciously drove the swollen replica of his father's cock deep inside me. Oh, it was good, it was so good! I took Draco's punishing thrusts, relishing the pain, and remembering Lucius, and I came hard with that enormous cock once again splitting me in two.
Draco didn't even had a chance to come before I turned around and Imperiused him again.
It would make him even angrier at me next time I lifted it.
In nine months.
* * *
I sighed again in the sunlight at poolside, remembering that first time. And remembering last night as well: Draco had been furious with sexual frustration and rage; he'd left me with marks and bruises that I'd had to heal this morning. He'd taken me savagely with his father's magnificent cock, slapping me, cursing at me, covering me with his come, inside and out. I'd worn out my voice with screaming. He had finally stopped only after I'd Imperiused him. I stretched luxuriously, feeling fulfilled and relaxed down to my very core.
I was a lucky woman. My baby, my lovely little Malfoy heir with no taint of mad Black blood, was hidden with a pureblood Nanny, until the time was right. I chuckled. He was perfectly safe under Molly Weasley's motherly wing, and Narcissa had no idea where he was, although she knew he existed. She sent us an extremely generous allowance every month, and we sent her pictures of her grandson. Step-son. Step-grandson. Whatever. She really was most generous, even considering we held her heir as a secret hostage. And I had Draco's signed power-of-attorney, of course.
I turned over to tan my back. Everything had turned out simply beautifully. I smiled.