Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)

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Chapter 58 ~ Epilogue #4

Snape was in a black mood and tempted to revert to his old ways. He considered returning to the Primordial’s house under cover of night, gaining access, creeping into her bedroom and ravishing her thoroughly. Sure, it was a dangerous idea, she was a Primordial after all, but she hadn’t used her powers on him when he grabbed her. Possibly the magic that protected her allowed him access because of their tumultuous relationship in the past. It recognized she accepted him despite his violent nature. Then he thought about it. He probably wouldn’t even be able to locate her house. She most certainly made it unplottable. And if he could find it, she probably had excellent security. He doubted if she employed anything as horrible as, say, barkless weredogs, but you never knew. No, going back wasn’t the answer.

She had responded to him when he pulled her body against his. She was just as soft and curvaceous as he remembered. She looked much more mature physically as well, the innocence gone from her eyes. He should have fucked her on her desk with the door wide open. Everyone would have seen who her consort was then. He paced the patio, scowling.

Lucius Malfoy. Damn it! Lucius could fuck for hours. Well, maybe not hours but the wizard was long lasting and well endowed. If he got his cock into the Primordial, he could replace him. Snape was feeling extremely territorial about Hermione right now. His testosterone levels were soaring. The way he was reacting one would think the Primordial had the only pussy in the world. It was one thing not to fuck her because he decided to move on with his life, it was another thing not to fuck her because she preferred someone else. A totally unfair attitude to have on his part, but there it was.

Hm. Maybe he could make Lucius withdraw his application. They were friends after all, in a distant kind of way. It might be worth a try.

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Lucius and his wife Narcissa were in the study, enjoying a quiet evening. Narcissa was leafing through the latest Witch Weekly, and Lucius was sipping on his third brandy, and cutting his eyes over at his wife’s long legs and thinking he’d like to have them wrapped around his neck. He and Narcissa’s relationship was a strong one, but open. They both took lovers on occasion, but they were merely amusements and not a threat to their marriage at all. They had rules however, the main being never to embarrass one another with their affairs. So they were discreet and made sure never to run into each other while with a paramour. They also never brought lovers into their home or their marriage bed.

Lucius came home from Hermione’s and informed Narcissa that he stood a very good chance of becoming the Primordial’s consort. Narcissa was delighted. She followed the tabloids and thought it sad the young woman who had removed Voldemort from power had no one to keep her “well-oiled” as she put it. She knew her husband would make sure the Primordial was well satisfied. He was good at that type of thing. Plus the status it would bring him would be wonderful. He would be the envy of all wizards. The witches might gripe about it, but they didn’t understand her and her husband’s relationship. A happy Lucius meant a very happy Narcissa. He was never more generous than when he was on top. He lavished her with gifts and jewels, and was very, very satisfying between the sheets.

In fact, she was looking forward to a very nice night with him tonight, in lieu of his good news. She saw him looking at her legs over his brandy and knew he was imagining them wrapped around some part of his body. It wouldn’t be long before he’d sidle over to her and suggest they retire. As soon as she thought it, he rose from the armchair in front of the fire with that familiar glint in his eyes. Heat started pooling between her legs immediately.

“Narcissa…” he began when a house elf suddenly winked in. Lucius looked at it with irritation.

“What is it?” he snapped. The house elf bowed apologetically.

“You has a visitor, sir. A Mr. Snape, sir,” the elf said.

Severus Snape? He hadn’t seen Severus since they were all at Voldemort’s fortress and he told Harry Potter to release him. Well, well. What could bring him here?

“Show him in,” Lucius commanded.

Narcissa looked very interested. Severus and her had several very hot encounters in the past, with Lucius’ knowledge of course. Next to her husband, the Potions Master had been the best fuck she ever had.

“Did he say Severus Snape, my dear?” she inquired of her husband.

“Yes, my dear,” Lucius said, looking down at her. He could see the hint of excitement in her eyes. Well, he’d make sure that later that glint would be all for him.

The house elf showed Snape in.

“Severus!” Lucius exclaimed, “It’s been years. Welcome to Malfoy Manor,” Lucius said jovially as he walked over and shook his hand. He gestured to his wife.

“Of course, you remember Narcissa,” he said, grinning slightly as his wife approached. Snape took her hand and kissed it.

“Of course. How are you Narcissa?” he asked politely, his black eyes sweeping over her tall, thin form.

“I’ve been fine, Severus. Especially since the demise of the Dark Lord. Thank you for the part you played in that. It’s good to be free,” she said graciously.

“It certainly is,” Snape agreed.

“Come sit, Severus,” Lucius said, offering him a chair, which the Potions Master took.

Narcissa sat in the chair next to him and Lucius sat in one directly across from him. Narcissa took in Snape’s appearance. He looked good. His skin had lost its pallor and had healthy color to it. His goatee was quite appealing. He looked trim and fit, his black hair drawn back in a ponytail. And he was in muggle clothing that fit him quite nicely. He looked delicious.

“I don’t know what you’ve been doing, Severus, but it certainly seems to agree with you,” she commented, smiling at him.

“What have you been doing, Severus? I haven’t seen you in years,” Lucius said, bursting with curiosity.

Snape told him about the marketing of his potions and living a quiet, successful life.

“How wonderful for you,” Narcissa said, “It’s marvelous you were able to start again and be successful at it.”

“Yes,” Snape agreed, wondering how to broach the subject of Hermione with Narcissa present. Lucius noticed his tenseness.

“Severus, as glad as I am to see you, you have never been a wizard to make an appearance simply for the sake of dropping by. There is a reason you are here, is there not?”

Snape looked at Narcissa first, then at Lucius.

“Um…yes. There is a matter I would like to discuss with you…of a rather sensitive nature,” he began. Lucius understood.

“Narcissa, my dear, would you mind leaving us alone?” Lucius asked his wife.

“Not at all,” she replied, rising.

“I’ll be in the bedroom,” she said, flashing her legs at him a bit. Lucius leered at her.

“Goodbye, Severus, it was nice to see you again,” she said, her blue eye flashing hotly at him. Lucius caught it however. She’d pay for that little indiscretion.

“Goodbye, Narcissa,” Snape said, giving her a slight smile. Narcissa was a minx. He had fucked her several times at her request, but she wasn’t his type physically. She was built like a muggle model, too tall and thin for his liking. It didn’t stop him from driving her repeatedly into the headboard however. He turned his black eyes to Lucius.

“Okay Severus, what is it you would like to discuss with me?” Lucius asked, rising and pouring both of them a brandy. He handed one to Snape and returned to his seat. Snape took a sip and smacked his lips appreciatively before speaking.

“It’s about the Primordial,” he said, “I would like to ask you to withdraw your application, Lucius.”

The blonde wizard raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Don’t tell me you’ve applied to be her consort, Severus? You had that opportunity years ago and walked away from it,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink.

“I needed to start over, Lucius. I had things to accomplish. The witch was too young and too emotional to be involved with. It would have been messy. I am not a wizard to be tied to one woman, you know that. Her needs are now more in line with my own, and I would like to service her,” Snape replied.

“So I take it she has decided to put you through the application process, rather than immediately accept your return and let you bed her,” Lucius said smirking a little. That must have miffed the Potions Master to no end..

“Yes,” Severus said, scowling, “It seems there is another she is seriously considering as a consort. I am sure you know who that is, Lucius.”

The blonde wizard grinned at him broadly.

“Yes. I made quite an impression on her yesterday when I applied. I daresay she considered letting me fuck her right in her office. I might have too, if she didn’t have other interviews to conduct,” he said. “She’s quite the luscious little thing. I look forward to taking her. She seems so wound up I bet she explodes when she orgasms.”

Snape leaned forward, his brow furrowed.

“Lucius. I want her. We have a history together,” Snape said earnestly, “What can I offer you to make you withdraw your application?”

Lucius studied the wizard. This was the first time he had ever heard Snape express an interest in a woman in this manner. He shook his head slowly.

“I’m sorry, Severus. There is nothing you can offer me. Being the Primordial’s consort is an honor that has much status associated with it. You know I am a status whore. I will not withdraw my application. Plus, I am looking forward to fucking her. She appears to have a need for roughness, which I am more than willing to fulfill. My Narcissa is quite delicate…I can only go so far with her. Now that the days of the Revels are over, it would be nice to be able to slake my own tastes for brutality with a witch who actually wants it.”

Snape sighed.

“Well, it seems she has narrowed her choices down between you and I, Lucius. She plans to have us come together and each try to convince her to accept one of us as her consort. Possibly make us compete for her in some way.”

“Do you have any idea how she intends to choose between us?” Lucius asked him thoughtfully.

“No,” Snape said, his brow furrowed.

Lucius looked at the Potions Master. His rival now.

“Severus, we have never had a problem concerning a woman before. When we saw one we liked, we either took turns or shared her. Who’s to say the Primordial can’t have two consorts? Possibly we can convince her to accept both of us. Have a little variety in her life. A bit of spice. A choice of dark meat or light as it were,” Lucius said, grinning evilly.

Snape looked at the wizard. A slow smile split his face.

“Lucius,” he said, “You are fucking brilliant!”

“I have my moments,” Lucius said, leaning back in the armchair and sipping his brandy. “Now, my dear Severus, let us put our heads together.”

The Potions Master grinned. Miss Primordial had a choice to make all right. But it wasn’t the one she was envisioning.

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A/N: Ooh. Scheming sexy wizards. Oh my gods. It’s getting pretty warm at this keyboard. What to do, what to do? Shall I turn Hermione into a total freak? Lol. Stay tuned and please review.