A Romeo\'s Nemesis

Chapter 9

Begging Black with Speckles

Lucius wasn\'t about to let on to how insipid he felt in doing what he was about to do - as if the woman couldn\'t take care of her own
hide for a couple of days, it was ridiculous. Walking to the edge of the filigree encrusted gates of the Manor, he waved to the
greenhouse window where he knew Draco was parked in front of before he apparate somewhere just outside Hogsmeade; he trundled
down the path between judgement and pride in the far recesses of his mind for several minutes before physically squishing across the
rain soaked mulch of a randomly accurate pathway.

Beyond redemption was what he was before Draco and now had plaintively reserved a lot for perdition with what sordid fellatio he continued to covet from his son. He\'d forgotten how soft a boy\'s skin could be and
shuddered at the memory of the velour encased thighs rubbing against his erection the night before; carrying on at a swifter pace, the tragically opulent Malfoy reached the border into a subjugated region of the magical world only accessible to a select few, similarly to
what arcane knowledge the Death Eaters were privy to, Lucius was aware of some enchantment guarding the sanct grounds and
tapped his foot grimly in trying to remember it.

A good five minutes passed before Lucius uncharacteristically ripped his wand out of his cane and aimed at the invisible walls encasing the premises; shouting every combustible curse he could think of, Lucius withered in defeat after having several ricochet off of his target, subsequently singing his cloak and ruining a perfectly good hair day.

Slouching miserably, Lucius leant upon a tree for a brief moment, smirking superciliously at the mould on its trunk, when a great shot of light emanated from somewhere beyond the clearing in front of him. If was brief, but definately encouraging and Lucius shouted over as far as he could toward where he\'d seen it.

\"Narcissa!\" feeling completely void other than the embarrassed lump in the pit of his stomach, Lucius wiped to gunk that had caked
onto his trousers from the vegetation and crept around the perimeter of the safe guard closer to where his voice had echoed.

It happened twice more in succession and Lucius felt as though he was going to pop from the ludicrous excavation he was forced to
impede after bouncing against the barrier in his haste and getting shocked black and blue in the face.

Shaking from overexertion, Lucius found a few dense bushes to collapse in a heap amongst and prayed that when he woke up, he\'d
recall the original incantation. He could, on the other hand, commit to memory to precise location in which he\'d flung the priapic
imbued remnant of his cane

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Narcissa had forgotten how difficult it was to shut the matriarch of the Black family up and justifiably began hexing the ostensibly
inanimate portrait with all her might until Sirius bounded down the stairs in nothing but a towel at eleven o\'clock. Shocked and a bit
wary of what she could remember of Sirius\' deleterious ways about the house half asleep, Narcissa stepped back sheepishly and
tucked her wand back in her freshly cleaned robes.

Sirius merely cocked a brow, covered the picture of his mother up wit the velvet drapes and climbed up the stairs to his shower. Narcissa mumbled some innocuous suggestion of eating late, but it was lost on him as he began humming tunelessly (as was his custom, even as a boy) as soon as the water began running.

Slinking up the stairs as mutely as she could manage, Narcissa watched the steam float up over the jarred door for several minutes before untying the sash of the now lustrous shimmering robes and allowing them to be sloughed to the floor in a heap of perfected finery. Sobering up slightly and collecting all her refined courage, Narcissa padded along the slick tiled floor until she reached the stall and opened it a touch only to come face to expanse with Sirius\' soapy back.

Grinning broadly now, Narcissa stepped into the enclosed space imperceptibly well and waited for Sirius to turn around before touching him - he didn\'t.

For a few seconds, Narcissa thought it was merely because of her expert illusive tact, but as another five minutes ticked by, and Narcissa\'s hair fell dramatically and she began to shiver from the cold steam upon her skin, Narcissa decided to poke the bastard. Sirius tensed and turned dramatically, letting his ebony locks sting the sensitive skin of Narcissa\'s lower lip before crossing his arms and scowling. Narcissa bristled but tried to appeal.


\"Well now, Sirius, perhaps I\'m being a bit to subtle for your attention starved senses to interpret,\" Sirius just rolled his eyes and
turned around again. Narcissa\'s face reddened considerably and she reflected on her position, all other contingencies seemed to much
more appealing than what her luck had fructified. Grasping the thickset shoulders, Narcissa rubbed against the heat of Sirius bum
until her stomach and midriff was thoroughly laved in warmth healthy goodness. Sighing contentedly when Sirius didn\'t pull away,
Narcissa’s hand playfully edged its way about the platy ridges of Sirius\' hip bones and navel until the entropy radiating against the
glass chamber without relief became too much and she ceased her teasing and stepped in front of him and directly below the nozzle.

\"Still so resentful enough not to let me use some hot water?\" whispered Narcissa and Sirius pressed against her neck so that she was
practically held in place vertically submerged.

Groping blindly as the water stung her open eyes, Narcissa heard Sirius gasp as she found his slick shaft and pulled harshly towards
her; allowing a nondescript cackle to be expelled from her throat, Narcissa bent down and pressed her mouth against the tip - a Malfoy
never knelt.

Trembling, Sirius laced his knarled fingers through the fine blondeness beneath him and wiggled his bum enticingly; Narcissa nearly
choked on the meat in her mouth recalling the faint mewling in the night when they were teens and Sirius pleading to enter him so
strangely. Only now, Narcissa knew that he would never plead, just as Lucius would never allow her real freedom, and slid her small
hand below his ball sack until in was pressed against the perineum in silent question.

Murmuring something indistinguishably, Sirius thrust further down Narcissa\'s gob; she forced her throat to relax and pressed upward with her middle finger into Sirius\' entrance. Growling at first, Sirius flashed Narcissa a look of warning before pulling on her hair callously until she was upright, fingers popping out.

\"If you do it, you\'ll do it the right way!\" Sirius practically threw Narcissa against the other end of the cubicle, raked his fingers along her inner thighs before plunging mercilessly into her wet heat. Shrieking madly, Narcissa thrashed against the pressure before her, but decided that clinging was the best option for not getting squished.

Still smarting, Sirius tore into the flesh of her trapesius with his teeth, nearly breaking the flesh while Narcissa\'s eyes rolled back in her head in remembering what those teeth could do. Panting and now begging for more, Narcissa shoved her feral companion out of the shower still dripping before she ran out of the bathroom, skidded across the hall only to be tackled down to the foot of the bed by Sirius.

Screaming in delight, Narcissa gripped the two long, priapic posts so tightly her knuckled turned eve whiter than the rest of her pale flesh and tilted her hips up tantalizingly so that the definite arch suggested what she wanted. Sirius stood behind her, waiting for something, erection jutting proudly.

Sighing and wiggling her tush a bit more, Narcissa bit out between gritted teeth, \"Transform, you moron.\"
She could almost feel his gloating.

\"Pardon me?\" Sirius asked in mock concern, leaning down next to Narcissa\'s ear and licking it slowly. Narcissa growled her rebuke.

\"For heaven\'s sake, you know what I w-want, Sirius!\" Narcissa faltered and began to laugh loudly; Sirius failed to see the humour.

\"What\'s that now, can\'t remember how to ask nicely?\" Sirius smacked her bottom hard and received the subsequent yelp, interrupted still by giggles.

\"Pad-foot...\" Narcissa purred slowly, \"you big old nasty dog...\" snapping her eyes up coyly whilst tilting her head back to watch her cousin\'s lust ridden eyes fog into something more animal than man made her drip down her thighs and onto the carpet.

\"Oh,\" Narcissa half-cried now, \"stick that nice thick hairy cock inside me, you shaggy sodding mutt...\"

And with that, Sirius transformed into the heroically valiant canine we all know and love and began rutting the insatiable Mrs. Malfoy until her pussy was chafing from his prickly dog-pubes.

Thrust after thrust, he chased her down and barked roughly in her ear until Narcissa was about to pass out after her seventh climax, sweat slicking her entire form. Transforming back simultaneously as he came, Sirius cried out as he spilled his seed into Narcissa\'s bitchy receiving pussy; both happily slaked amatory sick puppies, they sunk down atop the bed above them in peaceful slumber.

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When Lucius came to, it wasn\'t pretty; he was stuck in some sort of excrement, and since he\'d never been particularly struck with Care of Magical Creatures in school, he failed to identify which cretinism invoked creature couldn\'t help but take a shit in his hair when he was unconscious. Thoroughly loathing himself and his performance in retrieving the surely half reptilian bitch he was married to, he decided to use a quick and efficient cleansing spell and apparate to Hogsmeade to run some errands personally before he had to present his rebuttal to Draco.

Sauntering past some old curio shoppes stacked high with dark arts items, Lucius found a particularly treasury of antiquities which caught his attention in Knockturn Alley; he\'d passed it a few times with Draco on their way to the pawn shoppe to rid themselves of some rather disappointing items bought just a few doors down at the betrodden clerk\'s old address. Lucius smirked gladly down at the snakehead of his cane and almost sighed in blithe serenity before he remembered where he was and stepped in formidably to the place in question.

He\'d spotted what he needed in the window and only had to have it sized before paying to exorbitant amount and nearly bouncing away to the edge of the village with a controlled glide, of course. Draco would no doubt approve of his purchase and perhaps their play could precede to something a little more authentic in the near future. Lucius couldn\'t help but hum, after all, it was authentically tawdry... with speckles.