The Malfoy Chronicles

A little lemonade for the missus?

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That night, Lucius went to Narcissa’s bedroom. He knocked on her door.



“I’m not dressed. Hold on!” came her reply.



“Oooh! Even better!” he said, and entered anyway. She gasped, and turned, her arms flying over her bare chest.



“Oh! It’s just you, Lu.” She said, and lowered her arms. He let out a slow breath.



“Beautiful.” He said. Gravity had certainly been nowhere around his wife in his absence. She was still as perky as the night they had been married.



All Narcissa was wearing were baggy satin pajama pants. She cleared her throat, catching his attention.



“Yes?” he asked.



“You came to my room. And shut the door before someone sees. That and you’re letting out all my warm air.” She said.



“I don’t know. I might enjoy it more in here if it were a bit nippy.” He said, his eyes settling back on her bare breasts.



She put her hands on her hips, causing her boobs to jiggle softly. Lucius gave a small shudder, and felt warmth spreading to his crotch. “If Mr. Malfoy could pull his eyes off my breasts long enough to state his business….” Narcissa said, a smile clearly playing on her lips.



Lucius grinned. “If Mrs. Malfoy could put her mouth to better use, then Mr. Malfoy wouldn’t have to state his business…” he said. He approached her, drawing her close to him. She shivered softly as her nipples rubbed against the soft material of his black silk shirt. She felt them harden into little nubs, and she sighed as Lucius wrapped his strong arms around her. He rocked her back and forth as if he were dancing to silent music.



His hands began to run softly over her back. She gave a soft squeak when both of his hands settled on her bottom. He messaged her rear gently, reveling in the feel of her soft globes beneath his hands. His wife had what he believed an American acquaintance had once referred to as a ‘ghetto booty.’ He was unsure what the phrase meant, but he was sure it was positive.



“Off with those damned pants,” he said, stepping back. Her breath caught in her throat, but she rid herself of the offending pants, revealing she had nothing underneath. He grinned. “Perfect.” He said, and began stripping his own clothes off. He unbuttoned the soft silk shirt, and began to slide it off his shoulders, but Narcissa held her hands on his arms.



“No. Leave it on. But just it. I love it when you just have on a shirt when you fuck me.” She said. The request confused him a little, but he didn’t argue, and instead began to concentrate on removing his pants. As he stepped out of the recently disregarded pants Narcissa noticed that her husband still didn’t believe in underwear. She grinned. All the better for her. But she noticed something strange.



“Why did you come barefoot?” she asked.



“I was so excited I forgot socks.” He said, and grabbed her, crushing his mouth down on hers, violently drawing her mouth to his. She returned his kiss exuberantly, wrapping her arms around his shirt clad torso.



He finally pulled away from her, breathless. “Sweet Merlin you still make me see spots.” He said. She grinned, and noticed that he was saluting her from just below the waist. She reached out and touched the turgid member, eliciting a grunt from her husband.



“Do you like that?” she asked. He nodded. She wrapped her entire hand around the organ, and began to move her hand up and down slowly, causing her husband’s knees to feel like jelly. Lucius was slowly becoming reacquainted with the way his wife could affect him, and he enjoyed every minute of it. But when it came to pleasure, Lucius was not a very patient man. And what Narcissa was doing to hi right now bordered on torturous.



“To the bed!” he grunted, and picked her up, depositing her quickly on her bed.



He was dismayed at first when he had returned home to see that Narcissa had reverted back to the original rooming of their marriage. When she was nothing more than a blushing bride, she had opted for a separate room so that she wouldn’t have to face her formidable husband too much. But once she had gotten well acquainted with him, she had moved into his room.



He supposed she couldn’t stand being in his large room all alone, seeing as her room was slightly smaller.

He got on the bed next to her, and pulled her close, kissing her all over her face. She placed her hands beneath his open shirt and began to rub her hands over his chest. His own hands became drawn to her perky breasts. He seemed to weigh them, and then squeeze them softly, all the while kissing her face.



Lucius decided he couldn’t wait anymore, and rolled over on top of her, hovering just above her. She spread her legs willingly, and he positioned his stiff staff right at her opening.



But Narcissa wasn’t going to let him out of this room before he spoke dirty to her. “What are you going to do to me, Lu?” she asked, running her hands up and down his muscled arms.



He grinned. She loved this part. “Why, my dear….I’m going to fuck you. Preferably fuck your brains out, because you’ve been thinking too much recently…” he added. She gave a frustrated grunt, but before she could say anything he jabbed himself inside her. And she gave a delicious squeak of pleasure. She did it every time he entered her, and it drove him nearly mad just to hear it.



He began a mind-bogglingly wild pace, nearly thrusting her head into the headboard with each thrust. But she loved every one of his wild bucks, and bucked back. She had missed this while Lucius was gone, and could certainly see them doing this every night.



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Review! The chapter is not over, but i have to type the rest. Thought I'd leave you with a tidbit, though.