The Life and Times of Denebola Black

There isn't one iota of torture in this chapter... unless you count spanking. Instead, there's one big Luciusy lemon. (My first one ever with him in it.)




When Deni woke up the next afternoon she groaned to find her dress beyond wrinkled and her hair tangled beyond belief, the tiara was going to take some time to get off of her head. Her only saving grace, as far as she was concerned, was the fact that she had opted to not wear makeup and so her face was still clean.

An hour and a half later she was sorted out, as well as showered and dressed. When she looked up at the clock she found that it was almost dinner time. Dinner at the castle was the same time every day and if you happened to be staying there, you were expected to attend. At some point a note landed in her lap; it reminded her of school and passing notes in class. When she got a chance to read it, she glanced over to its sender, who was speaking to the person seated next to her. Catching his eye she nodded minutely and went back to her dinner.

When everyone was about to leave the table, Rudolphus strode into the room and to where the Dark Lord was sitting at the head of the table. He bent down on one knee and lowered his head in submission before he looked back up and spoke to his master in low tones, all eyes on the two of them. By the time Rudolphus left in an equal haste the Dark Lord was smiling his scary smile. (Compared to his sexy smile, or his amused smile, or his condescending smile - they all differ by just a tad but the scary smile puts fear into the hearts of the fiercest of beings.)

He stood up and needlessly cleared his throat, as no one was making any noise and they were already looking at him. "We have captured the last remaining member of the Order of the Phoenix, Nymphadora Tonks. She is currently in the dungeons awaiting her questioning. I don't see any reason to make her wait. Do any of you?" With that he stood up and left the room.

Four and a half hours later Deni was her personal living room at Voldemort's castle. Her laptop was sitting on a table off to the side a little bit, playing on loop a hard core porn that she had downloaded. She was sprawled naked on her couch, her legs spread wide open, three fingers hungrily thrusting in and out of her core while her other hand was pinching her rock hard nipples until she was almost to her climax, her eyes closed and head thrust back.

She never heard her floo roar to life over her self-made moans and she would have been surprised at the man who came up to her and removed her hand and pulled her to her feet with it. "Starting without me, Miss Black?"

She just smiled up cheekily at him and tried to capture his lips in a hard kiss but he pulled back before she got there. "Now, now, Miss Black. You have been a naughty little girl, and you need to be punished."

She looked up at him, her face sheepish. So, this was the mood he was in. She had no plans of complaining, she loved him this way. He quickly undid his cloak and sat down onto the couch a spot over from where she had just been pleasuring herself. In a flash he pulled her down so that she was straddling his lap, opening her legs slightly.

He brought his bare hand down to meet her bare skin in rapid succession, making sure to hit different areas of her plump, tight ass. Soon she was squirming on his lap and moaning throatily, her juices flowing onto his expensive trousers.

"Ah, ah, ah," he admonished as he placed his hands on her hips, stopping her from moving. He kept one hand to steady her as he went back to his work, only stopping when her entire behind glowed pink. When he stopped he looked down to her face that was full of unshed tears. "Now suck me," he ordered.

She scrambled from across his lap to the floor. Settling herself on her knees thankful for the plush carpet she spread his legs out and positioned herself between them. With her teeth she bent over and undid the lacing that kept the trousers closed. She put her hands on his hips and he raised up off the couch slightly so she could pull them off. And she did, along with his pants, freeing his throbbing erection along the way as well as exposing his muscular thighs.

She swirled her tongue around the tip, softly jabbing at his small hole before licking down his shaft and playing with his balls. Having had enough with this, he put his hands to either side of her face and moved it so her mouth was just above the head of his cock. He gave her a not so gentle push and she took his entire length into her mouth at once (not an easy feat, mind you).

When she started to move her head on his cock he threaded his fingers into her hair as he thrust into her, fucking her mouth. Her jaw was quite sore by the time he came in her mouth but despite the ache, she continued to run her tongue along the sides of the softening shaft while it was still in her mouth after she had swallowed all of his cum. After all, he had said to suck him; he hadn't said anything about stopping.

He pulled her head off of him by her hair and her mouth detached from his cock with a satisfying 'pop'. Not a moment later he had her straddling his lap as he pulled off his shirt, revealing a tight chest and flat stomach, fine blond hairs grouped together in the middle before starting up again at his belly button to mesh into his pubis, the fine soft hair meeting the course wiry much the way a fresh water river meets the salty ocean, together in the same place but not really mixing.

He bent over slightly to lick at her pink little nipples when she moaned out his name, "Lucius!"

Immediately she felt the effects of her "slip" as he bit down hard onto her right breast. He picked her up and threw her back over his lap. This time when his and made contact with her hot flesh his rings had been turned around to make contact with the already abused skin. Neither of them heard the creak of the door opening over the sounds of the smacks and her screams interspersed with moans.

This time when he stopped he entered her pussy with two fingers harshly and unexpectedly, though she was more than wet enough for it to be more erotic than painful. When he spoke to her it was with a stern voice that he used to use when chastizing his son as a youth. "Miss Black, I will not tolerate your impertinance. You know that you are only to call me Lucius in public."

"Yes, Minister," she answered in a small voice as he continued to assault her pussy until she was bucking on his lap, finally cumming around his fingers.

Once he took his fingers away from her dripping cavity smoothed his hand over her ass. "Now Miss Black, stand up and lean over the armrest over there," he said nodding towards one end of the couch.

"Yes, Minister," she replied once again as she complied with his order. He waited until she was bent over the couch before he stood up and walked behind her. He coated one finger in her juices before pushing it into her muscled hole. When she let out a breath she hadn't realized that she was holding he started to move it in and out of her, not taking long before adding a second finger and scissoring them, stretching her, preparing her for his cock.

When he remover his fingers from her she moaned from the loss, her ass following his fingers in an effort to keep contact. In response he reached down and grabbed one of her swaying breasts in his hand and squeezed it until she gasped from the pain. "What have I told you about being so wanton?" he whispered into her ear."

"That it is unfitting of a lady of my station," she breathed out as an answer.

"Absolutely correct." He rubbed his cock between her folds a couple times before he placed the head at her back entrance. When he passed the tight rim of muscles they both moaned. He pushed slowly into her trying not to cum at her tight heat. When he was in all the way he stopped a moment for her to get used to being filled so much before he pulled out slowly only to slam back into her.

With every thrust he took he probed into her just that much harder and that much faster, permeating the room with the smell of sex, as well as a mixture of grunts, groans, moans, and the slapping of his balls against her backside. When he didn't think he could hold on much longer he reached around and slid his hand between her and the couch so with every new thrust her clit was forcibly rubbed up against his nails. It wasn't long before she came again, her tight walls clasping around his member, sending him over the edge with her.

For a couple minutes they stayed where they were, catching their breath. He pulled himself out of her and moved to sit on the couch, pulling her with him. Soon they were both settled down, with her between his legs, his soft member pressed against her back and her head resting on his chest as he played with her hair. "So, Deni, do you have any idea yet as to whose proposal you will accept?" he asked.

"I don't even know who offered yet; the Dark Lord and I were going to go over them tonight but then the thing with Tonks happened." She shrugged her shoulders against him, as if to show that it wasn't really that big a deal to her.

"I know a few who did, but I'll let you come to your own decisions."

It was at this point that their voyeur backed out of the room, charming the door so that it wouldn't squeak this time before he left. He went back to his own rooms where he proceeded to throw a hissy fit. Well, maybe not, since that would be unbecoming of a Malfoy. He was just expressing his anger by throwing his things across the room and listening to them smash against the stone walls.

He was absolutely fuming. Yes, his father had made innuendos in the past as to having an affair with Deni, but never once had he believed it. Why would she go to his father... he was old. Old enough to be her father as well. Especially when there were gorgeous people her own age who were available and wanting nothing more than to pound into her the way he had just watched his father do. Sure, he wasn't technically available until only a week and a half ago but fuck! His father wasn't technically available, either.

He screamed out in his frustration, screaming so loud that he could hear his throat tear. It was a good thing he had somehow had the presence of mind to silence his room, otherwise his mother or someone who happened to be nearby would feel the need to come and check up on him.

The past years that he had been with Pansy had been terrible; he wasn't even attracted to her but they were betrothed and there was nothing he could do. Nothing but find excuse after excuse to postpone the wedding, all the while taking potions so that she wouldn't be able to get pregnant and trap him that way. She just thought that he was sterile and had gone to another source, but it had obviously backfired on her. He knew that it wasn't his child and had demanded a paternity charm. When it had come up as Crabbe's he had been overjoyed. He was finally rid of her, and Crabbe had even been harbouring feelings for the pug for years. It all worked out in the end. Well, for everyone but her but that hardly mattered.

Now he was finally free to go after the object of his desires and he was going to be damned if his father got in the way. He had better enjoy his time with her, Draco thought darkly. Because it was going to be the last time. She was soon to be his, and he would not share her. Especially not with him.

As an afterthought, he was finding it quite interesting that it seemed the Dark Lord dubbed Princess of Torture (Aunt Bella was the queen) got off on being dominated. He would bnever have guessed it, but it could make for some fun and exciting times when she was his.

a/n i just wanted to say that even though it may be what draco will think because its what he saw, while she does get off on being mastered, she had to be in the mood and with the right partner. The Dark Lord himself has never even completly dominated her the way that lucius does.
Oh, and thanks to everyone who reviewed after i begged and pleaded for two chapters in a row, lol!