The Ice Queen

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She was beautiful and terrible, just as she always was. Hair tucked up into the white fur muff on her head, long white coat furred at the cuffs and collar and white leather gloves. The only thing keeping her from being lost utterly to snow blindness was the luridly red gash of painted lips that centered her pale, pointed face. Her visage twisted in extreme distaste as her white boots crunched the snow beneath her, moving again towards her shivering husband. \"Cold, dear?\" she asked the bluing, nude man.

They were only a few yards from the Manor, hidden from view only by the dry copse of grey trees and bushes. So close were they to the sanctity and familiar warmth of home and hearth, which almost made Lucius\'s nudity more starkly painful. \"Of course,\" he answered, trying to keep his chin up and remain dignified as his feet slowly numbed. His eyes cast over his wife in terror. There were times when Narcissa was so reserved and docile that he quite forgot the savagery of the Noble House of Black that had been built on blood and intimidation. It was something that was on the surface when you dealt with her sister Bellatrix, but the eerie calm of Narcissa made her actions surprisingly treacherous.

Her nature had fooled him again. With the calm countenance of a loving wife, she had kissed, stroked and seduced her husband. Her gloved fingers stroked and petted his body; the fur of her clothing thrilled his skin. He should have known; she wouldn\'t kiss him. While she was painstakingly removing each article of clothing, she thwarted his attempts to remove anything on her. Controlling the circumstances of their congress wasn\'t unusual. Narcissa had strange proclivities and he\'d thought this was another of her games until her eyes turned viperous and her wand held him on point as she ordered him naked and aroused to go outside.

\"I apologize, my love. Let me warm you,\" she cooed as her wand carved an elaborate pattern through the air. She purred, \"Incendio,\" and just behind the shivering man a fallen branch caught fire. The brandishing of the wand frosted over any warmth Lucius might have felt from the heat of the fire behind him. His feet shuffled through the soft-packed snow as he glared nervously at Narcissa. \"My sweet, this won\'t take long. I just wanted to speak to you about your relations with our son\'s potion\'s teacher.\"

The mad pumping of Lucius\'s heart should have flushed warmth through his willowy, goose fleshing body. His grey eyes scanned wildly for a moment as he fretted over how he\'d gotten here. Draco had seen. Lucius knew that he\'d seen them, but he\'d thought the boy would keep good to his word to not tell on him. Evidently not. But then, Narcissa had a keen sense for when things weren\'t right, particularly when it came to her darling boy. Lucius knew what Draco saw had upset him; he regretted now how much. Not simply because of his impending punishment, but because it must have hurt the boy for Narcissa to be responding this way.

His eyes peered up to the second story window that he knew to belong to his son. The blond boy stood silhouetted in the waning light for a moment, but upon being caught watching, vanished from view leaving only the ghostly visual after burn of his presence followed by the hysterical sway of curtains. Lucius didn\'t blame him. He couldn\'t. Faced with Narcissa\'s interrogations and ruthless tactics, even he quailed to her demands.

\"Narcissa, please. Let\'s talk about this inside,\" begged the freezing aristocrat.

\"No. We are talking about this now. Draco saw you. My poor boy, traumatized. Indiscreet, Lucius. And repugnant. As if your reputation with the Lord is not shaky enough, you further incite attention by dallying with that highly suspect... thing,\" she hissed through her obscene lips that emphasized her disgust. \"How could you?\"

He wrapped his arms around himself for the small respite that the flesh on flesh contact provided. \"I... you weren\'t...\"

\"I wasn\'t what? Providing you with enough intercourse for your salacious needs? Is this my fault then, husband? Is this what you wish to inform me?\" spoke Narcissa through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowed. The snow crunching under her boots as she closed in on him was deafening as he again felt the rush of adrenaline that made everything burst into sharp reality.

\"No! No, it isn\'t your fault!\" he squalled, his eyes wide and desperate. He attempted to move, but his legs were literally as well as figuratively frozen in place.

\"Then whose fault is it, Lucius?\" she venomously whispered into his ear, her balmy breath against him making him shake violently.

\"N-n-no one\'s,\" he stammered out between his sudden and very real fear of her, coupled with his trembling.

\"Oh,\" she said as she backed up a step. \"Oh!\" exclaimed Narcissa as if she were having a revelation. \"So it was an accident! Well then. I understand, accid--\" She broke off intentionally as her wand again cut through the frost and her crimson lips spat, \"Incendio.\"

The flame from her wand hit Lucius\'s hip and his skin immediately reddened and blurred into a livid blister in a fraction of a second. \"Oops,\" she said dully. \"Better put some ice on that,\" she continued as she took measured steps to the other side of Lucius and shoved the screaming and flailing man down into the snow on his side.

The ice cooled the inflamed tissue as much as the rough edges bit into it and the patriarch curled into the fetal position in the snow, sobbing and shrieking shamelessly at his injury. \"Oh, how you carry on so, Lucius. It was just an accident,\" spoke Narcissa diffidently. The sneer on her face belied her amusement at his thrashing, the expression was almost surprising on her otherwise frosty appearance.

Reaching up, her white-gloved hand snapped off an icicle from a low hanging grey, leafless branch. The sound didn\'t make an impact to the still-screaming man in the ice. He didn\'t hear her step up behind him, or even when she knelt down into the snow and set the icicle beside them. Lucius only became aware of her presence when she started to pull him up to his hands and knees. \"Come on, my love. No more accidents. Just one punishment, and then I\'ll give you what you need,\" she whispered savagely, her body stretched out over his to reach his ear.

Lucius sobbed in terror. He wasn\'t sure which was more frightening; the punishment if that hadn\'t been it, or what it was his wife thought he needed. Narcissa nuzzled against the side of her husband\'s face and then turned to nip at his ear. Her nip seemed to grow fangs, however, as she increased the ferocity to the flesh she was squeezing through her teeth until the skin on his lobe gave way and a few drops of blood escaped and dribbled into her mouth and down her chin.

If that hadn\'t been enough to rekindle Lucius\'s screams, the terror of the soft kisses that she trailed down his shoulder and torso, which left a lurid trail of blotched red blood and lipstick would have been nearly frightening enough to incite at least some whimpers of anticipation. He was still shaking his head, tainting his silvery hair with the fresh blood that began to mat it when he felt the cleft of his ass pulled apart and exposed. Without even a second to grasp where she was going with this, he heard that dreaded word again, \"Incendio.\"

There were no words. What words could there be when your shivering body suddenly felt a searing warmth, when your nostrils are filled with the scents of burning hair and charred flesh that you know is your own? His sensitive sphincter was bubbled over with its burning, and he wailed and gnashed his teeth in pain. The hard clack of his teeth coming together was mitigated by his biting of his own tongue. Lucius\'s body was wrung out with pain and he fought to do something other than to helplessly crash face first into the snow, but there was so much shock between the burns and freezing that his limbs felt leaden and impossible to move, \"Narcissa!\" he begged urgently.

\"I\'m here, love. I\'m here,\" she whispered before rubbing the icicle over the singed flesh, warming the end enough to round it off before she pushed it deep inside of her husband. \"This is what you like, isn\'t it? This is what you want, you queen,\" she continued, slowly fucking him with the solid water.

It felt horrible. As if he was being stabbed. His flesh was raw and the ice sawed at it as the water leeched away whatever lubrication might have grown from the bursting, bubbled blisters dotting the pink and yellowing skin. She didn\'t cease her vigilantly rough digging into the heat of his colon until the icy prick had all but melted away. \"There, there, you liked that, didn\'t you?\" she purred to him. He could only choke out a few shuddering sobs in response.

Narcissa picked herself up then and brushed the stray flakes of ice off of her knees and coat. The snow creaked under her as she paced around to stand in front of Lucius. \"Now then,\" she said, causing Lucius to raise his head up to look at her. A few strands of her blonde hair had escaped her hat and the trickle of blood down her scarlet lips made her look every inch the avenging angel she believed herself to be. \"Clean yourself up and come inside. Draco is waiting for his supper and I\'ll be quite put out if you delay it,\" she said centering back to her air of propriety. Turning on her heel, she strode away and disappeared into the barren foliage before the door slammed shut.