Fairy Tales

OLD FIC. JUST TAKING A LOOK...NEEDS LOADS OF WORK.




Fairy Tales


Mother and son lay on an elaborate green silk spread with perfect silver piping. She busied herself by telling the son a fairy tale that had been told numerous times before. "The young prince peaked into the bassinet; the covers were brilliant white with eyelets running along the lace. The princess was the most perfect child. Lips as red and plump as cherries, hair dark and glistening". The boy interrupted, "How was the prince to know, at 3 years, that he would want this baby? Why would he be impressed? The only thing that she could do is drool and babble. No one even knew if she would be able to even perform simple spells. What if she turned out to be a squib! How dare his parents...!" The mother let out a long sigh. These were not new questions that the boy had just thought of, these were questions that he longed to find answers to. Concerned as he was, he sat and listened to the rest of the tale.

"The parents of the prince and the princess had decided to align their houses. Make them stronger, if you will. The prince was the son of a beautiful King and most exquisite Queen. The princess was born to a Circe, they are known as the most beautiful women of all the lands, her father being a powerful wizard. Both of the families were quite learned, respected in the community, wealthy beyond belief. They knew if their lines were to survive they had to choose strong brides and grooms. The baby was beautiful beyond imagination, but of course, with parents such as she had...well, it would be hard pressed not to be beautiful. The prince fell in love with the baby princess, knew that she would please him both physically and emotionally. Challenge him in fabulous ways, not to mention, being the most perfect wife in social standings", the mother whispered softly.

"This is absolutely ridiculous. No boy meets an infant and falls in love! Ridiculous!” the boy replied.

"Get some sleep, my sweet son. Dream of your princess".

As the mother lifted the bed sheets to encase her boy, with his lovely fair skin and piercing grey eyes, she stroked his forehead and smiled before she walked out of his chamber.

"Bugger it all. I don’t want a princess. Fairy Tales, ha! Sounds like something muggles dream of!" The child punched his pillow as he twisted his body to enable him to unwind the covers that so encased him. Laying in the dark, he fell asleep to the sound of the wind softly blowing by his window.

The mother walked down the stairwell holding a silver candlestick with serpents dancing gayly around the base. As she approached the doorway to the sitting room, she paused and smiled at the man that sat on the lounge. He was devilishly handsome with his long white-silver hair. As she stood and studied the man, she noticed that he was deep in thought, not wanting to disturb him she slipped into the room and sat at his feet. She began to run her hands up and down his left leg, moving the perfectly tailored fabric with each stroke. She audibly sighed and laid her head on his knee. The man reached down and began to pet her. Long loving strokes that started from the top of her hair and not ending until he could no longer reach and then starting again.

"What is troubling you, my love", said the man with a voice with such silk it made the woman shudder.

"Your son, he isn’t captivated by the fairy tale. He keeps asking question like ‘What if she grows up to have a face of a mule?’".

The beautiful man laughed out loud. A hearty laugh. One that made the woman smile and feel silly for being concerned so.

"It’s not funny, Lucius. Draco has no idea that this is his future and he is not even captivated by the girl in the story."

"Darling, he is 9. He saw the girl once when he was 3. He does not remember her. Surly you know that when he is older he will want a woman that he can mold into his perfect bride. The perfect lover...” Lucius pulled his wife into his arms and started to caress her face with his index finger. As his hand drifted to her bosom, so did his eyes. Lustfully he added, "Surely you know the importance of pleasure from a woman that has been fine tuned and taught by her man."

"Yes, I do". She replied. Her heart racing, her blood pumping so fast through her ears, she thought herself on a train. "However, Draco actually asked me tonight ‘What if she likes girls’. I am telling you, from a mother’s point of view; he needs to be told about the child. He needs to be made aware of the circumstances. Her father is a prisoner of war. Her mother is raising her to the best of her capabilities, but you and I know that without a man present, the child will be hard to train. Maybe we need to send her away and allow an older man to train her properly".

"My son will not have left-overs", he stated, his eyes cold and grey. For one moment the woman thought she had gone too far in her speech. She lowered her head slightly and bowed her eyes, knowing that he would take this as a sign of weakness. Slowly his hard started to re-trace her breast on the outside of her silk nightgown. As his hands moved between the silk of her clothing and the satin of her skin, he again started talking. "However, I do understand your point, love. With Antonin in Azcaban, she has not had the fist of a pureblood man. She will be attending Hogwarts in a few years; Severus can make certain that she is guided on the correct path. Draco will be there 3 years before her. Gives him a wonderful opportunity to sow his oats. Try girls and possibly boys on for size. Sex is just sex after all. Pleasure being the most important thing above all...” His hands made movements over the mounds that were her breast. Softly he began to caress, need was filling him. She could feel the lust running through him. His fingers caught her nipple and began to pinch and pull on the beautiful pink nub. She let out a moan that begged him to have his way with her. "Mmm, my darling bride, what is it that has you all bothered about again?" She let out a low hiss, "I am not certain that I am capable of logically thinking at the moment."

"Cissa, let me love you properly, my sweet, beautiful bride. Truly, I was a lucky man to be given such a wonderful prize by my father. To think, he hand picked you at birth, just as we did for Draco." Lucius’ words made her tremble. It was not he words, per se, the tone was dripping with sensuality. She longed for the moment that he would have his way with her. Perhaps, if she was good, he would give into her desires and skip the torturous foreplay that he was currently delivering. His hands caressed her breast while his mouth gently licked and nipped at her neck. Narcissa’s body was on fire. She new better than to try and speed things up, she had been married to this man for long enough to know that he loved to torment her body. Lucius’ hand began to roam south, stopping on her belly, drawing large circles with his fingers. Slowly, agonizingly, tipping her small button with his fingers. She flinched, smiled into his mouth and said "Do you not know how crazy that makes me? You fingering my belly button, knowing that hours from now you might decide to stick that finger elsewhere. Knowing that I long for your touch so desperately, one that may not come."

"Oh, my little one, do you think me so stern? I live to pleasure the essence of your body and soul."

Lucius gracefully picked up his wife as if she weighed nothing, carried her up the stairs, winding his way through corridors and secret staircases, his mouth never leaving hers. As he approached their bed chambers, she pulled back from his mouth. His lips were delectable; she could hardly bare the loneliness she felt as she pulled back. Looking into his eyes, she smiled and ducked her head into the burrow of his neck. "Darling, we have made love for many years, what shames you so?” Lucius asked softly. "A woman should not have such thoughts of a man; I am full of passion for you. Want, need, all these feelings that are bubbling inside my aching entrance", a tear slipped down her check and he caught it with his mouth. "My sweet, I will pleasure you beyond words, I love the fact that your tiny pussy needs and wants me. I want and need your pussy. Tight, wet, hot, mmmm, it is enough to make a grown wizard lightheaded with lust."

"Take me, Lucius. Fuck me."

"Always here to please the lady."

Lucius laid her down on the bed covers, "You are lovely, my dear, and just beautiful", he lifted her up to a kneeling position and pulled her gown over her head. "Undressing you by hand is like opening a Christmas present as a child, truly wonderful. Gods, your body is lovely. Remind me to thank Severus the next time we dine at his manor." Narcissa leaned back as he kissed his way down to the wet center that was by now, in such a state of need, she could not keep her legs still. She clutched his head in her hands, shamelessly moved his face to her center, pleading with her eyes for him to take her, gently suck at the nub that so needed to be sucked at. He smiled at her, laughed and said something about his lovely whore as he laid a rough kiss at her entrance. She wailed with pleasure, back arched, hands clasping the sheets as she bucked her hip up his face. Lucius was hard. He had been trying to ignore the pain that was in his cock so that she could get more pleasure. He was ready to get down to business. He grabbed her hips in mid-air, held her tight as he moaned into her snatch, wiggling his head so that his nose vibrated the small clit that needed so much attention. Narcissa tried to buck his face, "No, my sweet, no moving, just let me bring you to orgasm with my mouth, your scent is divine. Your taste is better than any I have ever had. Your beauty, beyond words, come for me Cissa. The mother of my child, the most exquisite woman I have ever seen." Lucius words were playing havoc on her. Deep inside she could feel the pressure mounting, rolling. Lucius slipped one finger into her wet slit. Caressing the spot that he knew sent her to the stars. "That’s it my dear, let your pussy cum for me, all over me, please me by cuming on my face and letting me drink your juices." Narcissa could not take it any longer she grabbed her nipple and gave it a harsh tug, grit her teeth and made the most ferocious growl low in her throat. "Cumming, my love, damn, cum for me." Narcissa roared as she came. Her eyes closed so tight stars were developing; she could hear Lucius making noise but could not understand what he was saying. As she came down from her pleasure high, she heard him tell her to roll over on all fours. She new that he loved this position, it gave her little pleasure, but he always made it fun for her. Lucius took his weeping rod and rammed it into Narcissa’s aching pussy. She let out a gasp that filled the room. Two, three strokes and he pulled out and slowly made his way to the pleasure spot that she hid well in her creamy butt cheeks. "I want your ass, Cissa. Give me your ass.” Lucius growled. With a small moan to comply, Lucius took her, slowly made his way through the tight muscled rim and pounded his way to ecstasy.