Dolasitas

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Lucius stormed out of the manor, fuming about what had just happened. He did not take well to being denied. Whilst he had not intended to renege upon his promise to return Lexy’s brother to her, he had meant for it to be entirely upon his terms. For the witch to presume to set him conditions… Lucius bit his lip, grimacing. If it were not for the Dark Lord’s instructions for him to set a good example, he would force her to marry him on the spot and keep her in the dungeons anyway. Lexy was fortunate that he was such a prominent Death Eater, he thought to himself arrogantly.

The burning of his mark alerted him that his master required his presence and he Apparated to him. “My Lord,” he greeted him reverentially, kissing the hem of Voldemort’s robes.

“You may rise, Lucius,” Voldemort replied in a high, reedy voice, staring down at him. “Have you made any progress on that which we discussed last week?”

“I am pleased to report, my Lord, that I have secured the last remaining female member of one of the old Pureblood families,” Lucius said smugly.

“You have the Dark Lord’s gratitude, Lucius. Which family?”

“The Beaumonts, master. Alexis Beaumont turned seventeen today, so I moved to obtain her before anyone else attempted it. I have already moved her to the manor.”

“Beaumont?” Voldemort asked, his red eyes narrowing. “Ah, yes, her parents were in the Order, were they not?”

“You are correct as always, master.”

“Last female, you say? Is it just the one brother she has?” Voldemort questioned him.

“One brother, yes, he is three I believe. There are some…ah…complications related to him though master.” Lucius swallowed hard. Though there was no doubt that the Dark Lord favoured him over Avery, asking any favour of the Dark Lord was a risky business. “The child is the one that was taken by Avery last year, master.”

“Is your fiancée aware of this?”

“I made her aware of it to gain her trust, my Lord,” Lucius replied carefully, knowing that if the Dark Lord suspected his manipulations there would be trouble.

“I see.” A calculating gleam appeared in Voldemort’s eyes as he looked at Lucius. “I presume that she is unhappy with this arrangement?”

“Yes, master.” Lucius stayed silent as Voldemort thought, stroking his chin with his abnormally long fingers.

“If you can take the child from Avery, you may keep him. Consider it your wedding present, Lucius,” he said finally. “Hopefully it will spur young Alexis on towards providing you with the large family I require from you.”

“Master, you are most generous,” Lucius gasped, delighted to have got what he wanted so easily.

“You may go now, Lucius. Keep me informed.”

Stunned to have got away so easily, Lucius left the room with a smile across his face. “Oh, and Lucius?” Lucius turned slowly, knowing what was about to happen. “CRUCIO!” the Dark Lord roared.

Lucius writhed on the ground, his lip bleeding as he bit on it to prevent himself from screaming. The Dark Lord detested such signs of weakness. Finally, the curse was lifted and Lucius took a deep intake of breath, his chest heaving. “I apologise, master,” he forced himself to say.

“I know that you were planning to ask for that favour, Lucius. Never forget, the Dark Lord does nothing for anybody that he does not wish to do,” Voldemort replied quietly, the menace in his voice clearly showing. “I have permitted you to take the child because Avery has displeased me, so it will please me to have him suffer. That is all. Do not delude yourself that you are especially favoured in my eyes. Thirteen years of treachery is not forgotten so soon, my slippery friend.” He laughed, a high, cold laugh that sent shivers through Lucius’ spine. “No, you have a lot of reparation to make yet.”

“I crave your forgiveness, master, and I will do all I can to repay your mercy,” Lucius stated fearfully.

“Oh, I know you will. Go now before I change my mind.” Thankful that he had escaped further punishment, Lucius crawled out of the room and Apparated home.

Furious about what he had just had to endure, he stalked down to the dungeon where Lexy was held and threw open the doors. Lexy cowered in the corner when she saw the rage in his eyes, and Lucius chuckled cruelly. “Have you missed me, princess?” he demanded.

Lexy glared at him. “Quite the opposite, I assure you.”

“I am glad to see that I have not broken your spirit, at least. I do so adore a feisty woman,” Lucius said lustily, his eyes darkening.

She refused to break her gaze upon him, her hardened eyes showing clear evidence of her disgust and frustration. “You have not forgotten our deal, I am sure. My duties as your wife do not begin until we are married, and that, of course, cannot happen until you return my brother to me.”

“I shall not force you to have sexual intercourse with me until we are married, Lexy, you have my word. However, that does not mean that we cannot derive a little pleasure from each before then.” Lucius walked towards her, slipping off his travelling cloak and undoing his shirt as he moved. “Take off your robe, Lexy.” She made no move to do so, and he growled. “I will not ask a third time. Take off the damned robe!”

Stubbornly, Lexy refused to do so. “You cannot force me to do anything yet, Lucius. True, you can do to me as you will, but I still retain the freedom to make my own decisions.”

“It makes no difference to me,” he said dismissively, ripping her robe as he tore it from her shoulders.

“But it makes all the difference in the world to me,” she said, so softly that he did not hear, a small tear running down her cheek.

Lucius pulled off his trousers impatiently, and Lexy blushed and looked away. “Have you ever seen a man in his natural form?” Lucius asked her quietly, his eyes still incandescent with rage. Her eyes still averted, she shook her head truthfully. He twisted her head around so that she was looking at his naked body, and Lexy swallowed. Seeing Lucius like this was doing something to her, making her feel things she had never felt before. She supposed this was attraction; though she was seventeen, she had had little opportunity to live as was normal for women her age. After all, the mood of the previous year had not been exactly conducive to love, and the two years before that were years of fear and war.

Lucius had noticed her reaction, and he smiled slightly. “Then you are attracted to me at least a little as much as I am to you, princess. It is good for the both of us, I promise you. I will teach you many things, and it will go far better for you if you relax and let your body take over your mind whilst we are together.”

“I don’t want to!” she snapped tempestuously.

Lucius inhaled deeply, clearly struggling to retain a grip on his temper. “You will soon find you have no say in the matter, Lexy. You may detest me, but I assure you that your body will learn to love my cock. It is as simple as that.”

Lexy snuck a glance at his cock as he spoke, and she shuddered. It was standing proud and erect, but the sheer size of it was something she was not prepared for. She knew the technicalities of sexual intercourse from the lecture they had had in their fourth year, delivered by a snarling Severus Snape. Surely, though, something that size could not fit? The apprehensive look on her face apparently stated her thoughts as clearly as if she had spoken them, for Lucius laughed again. “Though I am generously endowed, I assure you it will fit. You will not have to worry about that today though, I gave you my word.”

“What… what are you going to do to me then?” she asked tremulously, fighting to stay calm.

He looked up and down her body without replying. Clad in a simple t-shirt and jeans, she was still wearing too much clothing, in his opinion. Gently, he lifted her t-shirt over her head and pulled it off, groaning softly as he got a first look at her breasts, though they were still restrained by her bra. Lucius pulled Lexy into his arms and unhooked the bra, letting it fall to the floor. She stared up at him, her brown eyes widened, and Lucius felt as if he could lose himself in the depths of them. “You have nothing to fear from me, Lexy,” he said hoarsely. “Relax.”

Lexy closed her eyes, remembering Remus Lupin saying the exact same thing to her little more than twenty four hours ago. “No, what I feared has already happened,” she said sadly.

Lucius frowned. “I have already explained to you that your life with me will be a comfortable, enjoyable one if you will only co-operate.” An unreadable expression settled across his face, and he sighed before resuming his appraisal of her body. Tenderly, he caressed her breasts, rolling her erect nipples between the tips of her fingers, and Lexy was horrified to feel her face becoming flushed and her legs becoming weak. Lucius licked his lips. “No man has ever touched you like this, have they?” he whispered hoarsely in her ear. Mutely, she shook her head. “Will I be your first?” he demanded, groaning again, deeper this time as she nodded.

Wordlessly, he conjured up a chair and sat in it, pulling Lexy into his lap. “Do you understand what I mean now, princess?” he asked her lovingly.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Lexy nodded, for she did. Despite the knowledge she had, and the fact that in her mind, she knew she detested the man who was holding her, her body was reacting to Lucius’ tender caresses, and it was deeply pleasurable, and yet she could not deny that she wanted more. “Yes, but…” she trailed off, embarrassed.

“I know, Alexis, it is not enough, is it? Much as I desire you, I will hold to my promise to restrain myself until our wedding night. I need you to trust me,” he replied, staring into her eyes again. Lucius laughed inside at the confusion and torture evident on her face; truth be told, he did not particularly care for himself if she trusted him or not, but if she were to carry his children, it would not do for her to detest him and mistrust him. The life of his children would be entirely in her hands for the nine months that she was carrying them, after all.

Without further words, Lucius lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, softly to begin with, but when Lexy tentatively began to respond, he deepened the kiss, hungrily probing her mouth with his tongue, forcing it open then thrusting it inside, smirking as he felt her shudder in his arms. Abruptly, he stopped and pushed her off him.

Lexy stared up at him desperately, hating herself for the effort it required not to beg Lucius for more. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Lucius closed his eyes and clenched his fists. “No, you did everything right, princess. That was the problem. Had I not pushed you away then, right now I would be fucking you up against the wall.”

“Oh,” Lexy replied, startled, and Lucius groaned again upon seeing her puckered lips, forcing down the desire to shove his cock between them and gagging her with her cock. Pointing his wand, he Vanished the chair, and without further delay, he swept from the room to relieve his throbbing cock safely away from her, leaving Lexy shaking on the cold stone floor, tears beginning to fall again.