The Pureblood Coup

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NOTE: This is extremely challenging territory, as for what the Malfoys are going through is extreme. Just remember Lucius’s plate (and these are only the worst bits):
His real wand is wrecked, his house taken over by LV, his house getting trashed at the party, the prank Draco played (which he heard of), Bella recently raping him, his wife slapping him and angry at him during the night before the party, LV threatening not to let Draco return to Hogwarts AND finally Voldemort fucking Narcissa.


Chapter Fourteen: Wish You Were Here


It was less than a half-hour after Voldemort abandoned the master bedchamber that Lucius awakened to find himself in an awkward situation. A look of blinding terror slowly dawned on his face. His gray eyes hardened to resembling inlaid stones. It was as if he himself had been blasted by the Avada Kedavra, which leaves the eyes opened wide. For the first thing he saw when he opened his cold, steelly gray eyes, was his beloved wife, hanging over him quite possibly dead. It certainly looked that way, most of her naked body was covered in a thin veil of blood, her eyes closed, lost and unaware, where he could see her chained above him to the four posts of the huge bed.

After a few shocking glances at the nightmarish image, Lucius jumped on the bed, flopping like a fish at the sight, and a piercing grieving scream rent the air. “NARCISSA! NARCISSA!”

He leapt from the bed and like a coward backed away from the hideous sight in denial. His hands went to his face, fingers spread, shaking his hands uncontrollably. He was truly on the verge of losing his sanity.

And then all at once he felt a piercing pain on his face, which he ignored for the moment. Lucius had a feeble memory of the wand in his pimp cane, which was still lying on the bed. His one last hope for some kind of autonomy, he went for it, suddenly intrepid. Wrenching the wand out of the black, serpent tipped cane, he waved it at Narcissa and said his voice breaking, “Ennervate. Ennervate.”

Apparently it worked, for her azure blue eyes opened, and not knowing what had happened to her in the last moments of Voldemort’s domination of her, she became terrified. Screams rent the air of agonized terror, as she lay prone in the air, chains wrapped around all four limbs, and she could smell the blood on her skin. Then there was a bad taste in her mouth, something foul and decrepit. It was Nagini's excrement, of course. Narcissa screams sounded like knives were piercing her, and naturally, she vomited all over the bedcovers.

Lucius’s face, that was sagging before, seemed to get some resolve back as he saw his wife awakened, screamng, but alive. But then at once it went back, to a toughened look of rage in his features. Before he could attend to his wife, he had the selfish desire to take in the surroundings first, for it smelled like there had been a fire. Lucius surveyed it all angry and bewildered, turning on his heels, now taking the big picture in, recalling everything.

His breaths came out in fumes of rage, as he surveyed the badly charred furniture. But as he looked at it, he remembered the strange drink, he had drunk, that had made him pass out. He wondered how that had gotten there. But for now he had more pressing matters at hand: dealing with his wife, whom it enraged him had been with the Dark Lord, instead of him, and she was the real reason for this mess!

Narcissa, in these moments stopped vomiting. She got a look around, and spotted her husband and rasped like somebody Lucius had never heard before, “Lucius! Lucius! Get me out of this! Let me down! Let me down!”

But Lucius was becoming grounded in the whole situation and his part in it, and it was enraging him like never had anything angered him in his life. Coming to his senses more, he could feel the sharp pain in his nose and realized it was broken. He aimed his wand at himself and struggled, for he was in a hangover from drinking, which was making it difficult to think and remember the spell.

After a few seconds he remembered, “Episkey.” He felt a hot sensation as the bones repaired and then he felt an icy coolness in the ligaments, cartilege, etc.

Narcissa had stopped screaming, but was still begging to be released.

And now, Lucius finally did so, without a thought. Using the simple counter-spell, the chains uncoiled and she plumetted safely onto the bed, landing on top of the ripped erotic dressrobes.

“What happened to make our master bedchamber transform into an utterly destroyed disaster, during your sexual interlude?,” demanded Lucius in a snarl, now coming closer, his wand still in his hand.

Narcissa seemed to gather herself up, and then with great effort sat up, and slid off the bed, leaving behind some of the blood soaked to her naked skin.

“I don’t know, Lucius!,” lied Narcissa. And she sobbed, and without looking at him, ran from him.

Lucius watched her run away and voiced furiously, “Narcissa! This is the damn bed I took your virginity in and now that pleasant memory is gone, replaced by this hideous insult. I shall never live up to this!”

And Lucius, wand still in his hand, threw his pimp cane down on the floor, and went striding to where Narcissa had stole off to.

She went through one of the hanging tapestries and into the large bathroom, in which everything was made of marble. Thankfully, this area of the chamber had not been harmed by the fire. Lucius ripped the tapestry up, and went in. Steam was rising and water was running, Narcissa was at the unconcealed, shower.

Lucius could see the water, clearing off all the blood that was plastered on her lily-white skin. He watched for a moment in disgusted revulsion. He decided he would take a quick shower as well, and he looked down to unfasten his robes, to see that they were slightly parted, opened up towards his pelvis. He had not noticed his dick was visible and erect, and what was more, covered in some kind of fetid substance.

“Arrgh!,” Lucius growled in a rage, and his fingers went for his black and silver dressrobes rapidly unfastening them. At this, Narcissa looked up briefly from her scrubbing and then resumed. He then, took off his underclothes, which served as underwear, and his boots.

He went over to Narcissa in the shower, who was not paying him the slightest attention to him anymore, but busy lathering all kinds of gels and fragranted soaps into her skin. Strangely, she was doing it roughly, as if trying to remove a disease.

He stepped into the small enclosure and at once pulled on Narcissa’s silverly blonde hair, flecked with grays at the scalp. She was bending over to scrub at the ankles, and at Lucius’s harsh touch, she dropped the bar of soap.

She knelt facing him, his hands on her hair, still arching her head back, as he stood over her, both of them inside the shower. “Lucius! I feel so dirty. Let me clean myself up and then we’ll…then we’ll talk it over!,” she said agitated.

“We’re going to start talking now and we’ll be covertly conversing about this for the rest of our lives. I want to know everything!….” And then pointing at his dick, no longer erect he imploded, “Where did this SHIT come from?!”

Narcissa sputtered struggling to figure it out, for she had not seen Voldemort use magic to smear Nagini’s excrement onto his penis. She had seen the snake excrete onto their floor though.

Narcissa peered up at Lucius, strickened more than sickened by the sight, believing she could not come up with an answer. “I don’t know! I don’t know! The D-Dark L-Lord rendered me unconscious Lucius!”

“Don’t lie to me!,” snarled Lucius, contempt in every syllable of the words. “I know you whored with him fully conscious. I know his ways....He probably went tearing through your mind without your knowledge of it, through his Legilimency powers. Didn’t he?! Now, why in the name of Merlin is this shit on me?!”

“For the same reason there was blood on me! I don't know! And I shall not think about it. The whole thing is too horrible to reminise over. And yet, I remember everything.…Everything until he told me…He told me, “ you shall not see what I do to your husband”…That was what he said!…Yet I refuse to think about it!”

Lucius looked impatient and furiously at her, and he quipped, “Then tell me what it tastes of and we’ll go from there!”

And Narcissa still knelt before her husband’s feet, one hand in her hair, had his cock invading her mouth instantly, jerked in.

Narcissa did not suck on Lucius cock, but let it sit there, as she garbled something incoherent, as the water gurgled in the background.

Lucius continued to immserse his cock into her mouth, and then suddenly released. “Let me help you wash off the blood dear!,” he said viciously.

And at once, he aimed his member for her, and peeed all over Narcissa, creating a golden shower. Lucius did it to substitute in his mind what Voldemort had done to her, what with finding her body drenched in blood, Narcissa’s own Pure-blood.

Narcissa had never seen such cruelty on this scale before in her husband. Although there had been many physical fights and duels throughout the years. She had been hoping he would have the courage and manhood to comfort her after being raped by Voldemort, but no.

“Lucius! Stop. Why are you doing this to me?,” Narcissa cried. She pressed herself into the marble wall, sinking back onto the floor, sobbing loudly now.

Lucius did not answer, but grabbed his wife, by the shoulders and in a rush, began to tear at his wife sexually. He was so aggressive it was frightening. She felt him steer her into the water, and began immersing his large shaft up her vagina, throbbing in and out for several moments. After that, he turned her around, and throbbed in and out from behind, smacking his balls into her with frightening force, as Narcissa continued to wail in misery.


Note: There is about four scenes left of the Malfoys fight. Bella/Draco/Voldemort still have a part in the story. And Voldemort will be having sex with Bella, in a very interesting way (not as drawn-out as Narcissa's go, but interesting nonetheless). Please review if your reading. I really appreciate it a lot!