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Dangerous Games
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
6,768
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Wife's Duty...
Disclaimer: See chapter one, still not mine.
Dangerous Games
Chapter 9: A Wife’s Duty
Even through the subdued light, Narcissa was able to distinguish the lone figure in the room. A fire crackled and hissed behind her shedding a flickering light over them both. The room smelled of old books and leather. Although Narcissa loved the smell of this room, it wasn’t because she liked books. Quite the contrary, she didn’t have much use for them. Instead, it was because it reminded her of him.
“Come, my sweet,” he commanded her. She obeyed him demurely, stopping once she was standing in front of him.
His long fingers stroked her cheek as she leaned her face into his touch, desperate for the contact.
“I am glad to see you have waited for me as I requested.”
She nodded silently at him, enjoying the feel of his hands as they wrapped around her silky, blonde hair and pulled her closer.
“You are ready for me.” It was not a question but a statement. He leaned down and sniffed her already quivering body. “Yes, I can smell your arousal.”
He slowly pushed the robe she wore off her pale shoulders. She was naked underneath, as he had instructed.
“So beautiful,” he whispered and she shivered in anticipation.
He guided her over to the front of a black leather chair that sat close to the fireplace.
“Bend over.”
She eagerly obeyed him. Why should she not? She belonged to him after all. She placed her slender arms on the worn arms of the chair. The smell of leather was overwhelming. She could hear the rustling of his robes and the crackling of the fire as he moved behind her. She spread her legs and bent forward eagerly as she waited for him to enter her. He did so quickly and it was not long before he was satisfied. He withdrew and turned her to face him.
Narcissa barely had time to enjoy their encounter before it was over. She did not mind. This was her role. It had been her role throughout their history. The very sameness of it reassured her.
Finally he spoke once again. His raspy voice was a balm to her tortured soul.
“My dear,” he murmured, tipping her chin up to look deeply into her bright blue eyes. “Where is your husband tonight?”
“My lord,” she answered quietly; worried she had somehow angered him. “He left soon after our return from the Ministry affair.”
“He seems to be gone frequently, Narcissa.”
“No doubt visiting one of his whores, my lord.”
He chuckled at her words.
“You should be more grateful to your errant husband, Narcissa. It works out well with my plans.” He smiled evilly at her.
“I am curious, my pet,” he continued as his fingers slid down the side of her face and wrapped neatly around her throat.
“Yes, my lord?” The look in his eyes caused her to hold her breath in trepidation.
“Are you still fucking your husband?”
“No, my lord,” she replied as his fingers closed slightly around her smooth throat. “I have not let him touch me since your return four years ago.”
He released the grip he had on her but did not remove his fingers.
“Even the thought of his touch repulses me. No one can compare to you, my lord.” He ignored the words and instead concentrated on the passion in her voice for the answer to his question.
“Excellent,” he remarked as he removed his hands from her neck. Narcissa felt strangely bereft from the loss of contact.
“In fact, my lord, it is torture just pretending to care for him. Can we not just kill him?”
“He is still important to my plans, Narcissa.” His red eyes glared at her and she realized her mistake. She should never question his actions.
“Yes, my lord.” She bowed her head demurely.
“Tell me about your evening.”
“It went well, my lord,” she replied. “Just as you planned. I contacted the foreign ambassadors and they pledged their allegiance to you. I gave them your instructions.”
“What about Lucius?”
“He never realized it was me.”
“Well done, my sweet. Your loyalty will not go unrewarded. Now return to your husband.”
Narcissa bowed once again and kissed Voldemort’s scaly hand.
*****************************
Lucius quietly opened the door to the bedchamber and walked into the solemn room. Once inside he realized he need not have bothered. Narcissa was awake, sitting up in her bed. Although they continued to share a room, they had not shared the same bed for years.
“You are home late, Lucius,” she said dispassionately.
Lucius knew he was caught but he would not give her the satisfaction of knowing it. He ignored her at first, changing into his night clothes before he replied.
“It is none of your concern, Narcissa, when I come and go. I am in the service of the dark lord and as such I am available whenever he summons me and for whatever purpose he chooses.”
“Nox.” He darkened the room with a wave of his hand.
The light extinguished and Narcissa smiled into the darkness. She responded silently to his statement.
“As am I, my husband.”
Dangerous Games
Chapter 9: A Wife’s Duty
Even through the subdued light, Narcissa was able to distinguish the lone figure in the room. A fire crackled and hissed behind her shedding a flickering light over them both. The room smelled of old books and leather. Although Narcissa loved the smell of this room, it wasn’t because she liked books. Quite the contrary, she didn’t have much use for them. Instead, it was because it reminded her of him.
“Come, my sweet,” he commanded her. She obeyed him demurely, stopping once she was standing in front of him.
His long fingers stroked her cheek as she leaned her face into his touch, desperate for the contact.
“I am glad to see you have waited for me as I requested.”
She nodded silently at him, enjoying the feel of his hands as they wrapped around her silky, blonde hair and pulled her closer.
“You are ready for me.” It was not a question but a statement. He leaned down and sniffed her already quivering body. “Yes, I can smell your arousal.”
He slowly pushed the robe she wore off her pale shoulders. She was naked underneath, as he had instructed.
“So beautiful,” he whispered and she shivered in anticipation.
He guided her over to the front of a black leather chair that sat close to the fireplace.
“Bend over.”
She eagerly obeyed him. Why should she not? She belonged to him after all. She placed her slender arms on the worn arms of the chair. The smell of leather was overwhelming. She could hear the rustling of his robes and the crackling of the fire as he moved behind her. She spread her legs and bent forward eagerly as she waited for him to enter her. He did so quickly and it was not long before he was satisfied. He withdrew and turned her to face him.
Narcissa barely had time to enjoy their encounter before it was over. She did not mind. This was her role. It had been her role throughout their history. The very sameness of it reassured her.
Finally he spoke once again. His raspy voice was a balm to her tortured soul.
“My dear,” he murmured, tipping her chin up to look deeply into her bright blue eyes. “Where is your husband tonight?”
“My lord,” she answered quietly; worried she had somehow angered him. “He left soon after our return from the Ministry affair.”
“He seems to be gone frequently, Narcissa.”
“No doubt visiting one of his whores, my lord.”
He chuckled at her words.
“You should be more grateful to your errant husband, Narcissa. It works out well with my plans.” He smiled evilly at her.
“I am curious, my pet,” he continued as his fingers slid down the side of her face and wrapped neatly around her throat.
“Yes, my lord?” The look in his eyes caused her to hold her breath in trepidation.
“Are you still fucking your husband?”
“No, my lord,” she replied as his fingers closed slightly around her smooth throat. “I have not let him touch me since your return four years ago.”
He released the grip he had on her but did not remove his fingers.
“Even the thought of his touch repulses me. No one can compare to you, my lord.” He ignored the words and instead concentrated on the passion in her voice for the answer to his question.
“Excellent,” he remarked as he removed his hands from her neck. Narcissa felt strangely bereft from the loss of contact.
“In fact, my lord, it is torture just pretending to care for him. Can we not just kill him?”
“He is still important to my plans, Narcissa.” His red eyes glared at her and she realized her mistake. She should never question his actions.
“Yes, my lord.” She bowed her head demurely.
“Tell me about your evening.”
“It went well, my lord,” she replied. “Just as you planned. I contacted the foreign ambassadors and they pledged their allegiance to you. I gave them your instructions.”
“What about Lucius?”
“He never realized it was me.”
“Well done, my sweet. Your loyalty will not go unrewarded. Now return to your husband.”
Narcissa bowed once again and kissed Voldemort’s scaly hand.
*****************************
Lucius quietly opened the door to the bedchamber and walked into the solemn room. Once inside he realized he need not have bothered. Narcissa was awake, sitting up in her bed. Although they continued to share a room, they had not shared the same bed for years.
“You are home late, Lucius,” she said dispassionately.
Lucius knew he was caught but he would not give her the satisfaction of knowing it. He ignored her at first, changing into his night clothes before he replied.
“It is none of your concern, Narcissa, when I come and go. I am in the service of the dark lord and as such I am available whenever he summons me and for whatever purpose he chooses.”
“Nox.” He darkened the room with a wave of his hand.
The light extinguished and Narcissa smiled into the darkness. She responded silently to his statement.
“As am I, my husband.”