Luciusfan Vignette

‘Luciusfan?’
I stirred in my sleep, the silky voice melting perfectly into my dream, just as a faint little pop had fitted into the action of my dream a moment before.
‘Luciusfan?’
It was taking a while for my foggy brain to register, but this was not a part of my dream and I stiffly rolled over onto my back as my brain began to unlock my eyes.
‘Luciusfan? Are you Luciusfan?’ This voice was no dream and my eyes snapped open only to have the light blocked out again by a looming black shape which I realised was towering above me.
I felt a thumping in my brain and lifted my hand to my forehead, shielding my eyes from nearby candles to try to get a better look at the faceless form.
‘Well, since you’re not going to talk to me I will just have to assume you are Luciusfan.’
A cane was slammed down on the floor by my ear and I was no longer groggy with sleep but wide awake and filled with terror. I turned my head to the side looking beyond the man to the gently stirring forms that were my two friends Tess and Izzy. He turned his head, following my gaze and seemingly for the first time noticed the sleeping pair. He realised the reason for their stirring and almost as though in an effort to undo the noise he lifted the cane again.

The long cased clock in the corner began to strike. One. Two. But before it could get to three, its final destination, and an outstretched arm aimed what could only be a wand at the clock, which ceased to tick, tock or chime as the pendulum stayed suspended in mid swing. My eyes shifted from the clock, to Izzy to Tess. Both girls were still except for a very gentle rise and fall of their chests as they breathed. I looked up, still trying to discern the face. As I did, he turned his face to look at Izzy. ‘Oh, don’t worry, they’re fine.’ His voice was almost sneering and he held his chin permanently high. As his face caught the light from the candles by the fireplace I could see the noble and stern features of Lucius Malfoy and although the voice had already sounded familiar, actually seeing his face sent a shiver through my body.

‘Now, let us begin, witch. Why did you summon me?’ I stared blankly at the imposing wizard. Witch, he thinks I’m a witch?
I pushed myself up, still aching from having slept on the wooden floor. Despite the velvet cushions and throws we had arranged the night before, it had not been the most comfortable bed. I cast my eyes around me, remembering. The Halloween party. The cauldron still sat in the centre of the circle, the glowing pumpkins still filled every surface around the perimeter of the large, high-ceilinged room. Fake cobwebs hung limply in the corners and an eerie glow was cast from the numerous, now dying, candles. The wizard pointed at the three largest pumpkins that we had placed on top of the huge cast iron Victorian furnace. They were beginning to wrinkle but their sturdy candles still cast their pattern on the opposite walls. A skull design with a snake coiling from the mouth, ‘the dark mark’. Tess, Izzy and I had each carved one, almost as a competition.

‘Three witches cast a spell with the dark mark and summoned me by name, why?’
He was right, we had. The male guests had been rather pathetic and we had joked over the cauldron after the party about which wizard we’d most like to have a visit from. Gandalf? Merlin? Or perhaps Harry Potter or one of his friends, or Dumbledore? No, the decision had been unanimous, Lucius Malfoy, the most imposing, supremely confident and incredibly sexy wizard that we could think of. We had even written a spell.

‘Spirits of this hallows night,
Hear our spell and then take flight,
Haste to Lucius Malfoy’s side,
And to our home now be his guide,
To this dark mark he must fly,
If just to learn the reason why,
Izzy, Tess and Luciusfan,
Long to meet this sexy man!’
We had chanted it and drunk symbolically from our ‘cauldron’ then had fallen on the floor, giggling, intoxicated from the atmosphere and the drink. Then each of us said what we would do if he did appear at our door. Outrageous claims of sexual feats.
Now, the bravado of an hour ago was wearing off as I was face to face with the Wizard and unable to utter a single word.

‘Ah, so not a very eloquent little witch then are you? Though quite a sexy one!’ Lucius looked me up and down, the long black dress I wore clinging to every curve I had worked so hard on. He looked around the room at the party chaos and wrinkled his nose. ‘Was there a battle here?’ I stifled a giggle in spite of my terror and Lucius flung his head around to look at me. ‘Are you mocking me?!’ He spat.
‘N..n..no,’ I began, ‘it was a party… last night.’
‘Of course, Halloween. Very well then.’ He swept back his cloak which until now had been closed around his body and for the first time revealed his beautifully tailored garments, black on black, with a row of jet buttons leading down to a perfectly packaged…well, wizard. But before my eyes could linger, from behind a leg stepped a small straggly elf. A house elf? My interest rose. Just as I was thinking how adorable he was, Lucius’ foot kicked him forward. ‘Get to work, this place needs cleaning up!’
The little elf ran out of the circle of cushions, jumping over Tess en route, and began to collect up glasses.

Lucius took a step towards me and reached out to remove the witch’s hat I wore on my head. He threw it to one side and put a finger under my chin, lifting my head. I stiffened and he grasped my chin and turned my head to the left then the right. Examining me. He brought my face to look at him again and I stared deeply into those piercing grey eyes. He took a step closer and I could feel his breath on my face. My heart was racing. Then suddenly he dropped my chin and recoiled. ‘You’re not a witch, you’re a muggle!’
The last word spat from his mouth like a morsel of poisoned food. ‘Well?!’
He seemed to be demanding a response.
‘Er, I never said I was a witch, actually.’
‘Then how did you contrive to summon me?’
‘I, er, don’t really know.’

Lucius looked annoyed and turned his back on me. He strode out of the circle, kicking cushions as he went. Then he stopped and spun round. ‘Shame, I was looking forward to …well, lets just say, getting to know you a little better.’ His fury turned into a lascivious smirk as he made clear what his intentions had been.
I felt a prickle rise up my spine, not sure whether it was excitement or disappointment.
‘Very well, my house elf will return when he is finished here – at least that token I will give you.’ Lucius Malfoy drew his cloak around himself and closed his eyes. The concentration on his face grew, then, exasperated, he opened his eyes again and looked around himself. ‘Why can’t I…’ The realisation hit me and I was flooded with new hope – he couldn’t disapparate!

Striding over to me he grabbed my arms ‘What have you done to me, witch?’
I pulled away from him, ‘I don’t know! You’re hurting me!’ (But at least now he was calling me ‘witch’).
He pushed me away from him and I fell backwards onto my pile of cushions tearing a split up the side of my dress in the process.
He sat down on the cushions beside Tess, sighed and stared at the cauldron in the centre.
‘What’s in the cauldron?’
‘Well, we called it ‘Witches brew’…’
‘And, it is…?’
‘Well, I suppose it’s just a mulled wine really: red wine, spices, sugar, oranges and lemons, brandy and cinnamon sticks.’ I got to my feet and picked up the goblet I had been drinking from earlier and dipped it into the cauldron. I offered Lucius the cup, revealing, as I reached over to him, my entire stockinged leg from beneath the freshly torn dress.
Lucius eyed my leg hungrily then the cup suspiciously. Sighing I took a drink from the cup then offered it again, showing that it wasn’t poisoned. This time he took it from me and apprehensively sniffed the brew, now just gently warm rather than the steaming mixture it had been earlier in the night. Eventually he sipped it then he looked up at me and for the first time I saw Lucius Malfoy actually smile.

He drained the goblet then held it out to me. ‘More! And some for yourself, then come and join me. If I am to be confined here for some unknown purpose then it should at least be enjoyable. I am a great believer in pleasure.’
I smiled, taking the cup from him, then returned to sit beside him with the replenished drinks.
‘You tore my dress!’ I chastised him, now feeling a little less awkward about the situation.
‘It’s an improvement!’ He smirked again and reached out a hand to run up my stocking clad leg. He turned his hand over, running the torn edge of the dress between thumb and finger and I felt the back of his hand against the bare flesh of my thigh. I shuddered involuntarily, revealing to him my obvious attraction.
‘Ah, now I begin to see the reason why I was summoned.’ Again, that smirk. He downed the drink he held then flung the goblet away from him. The metal vessel only bounced once before the little house elf caught it and rushed out of the room to the other waiting dishes.

I reclined on the cushions sipping my wine, but made to get up when Lucius moved closer to me.
‘Let’s see what other fashion improvements I can make! Eh?’
Seizing the hem of my dress he proceeded to tear a matching rent in the other seam and my dress was now split to the thigh on both sides. I gasped and looked at him not sure whether to be horrified or excited. He leapt to his feet then offered me a hand. ‘Stand up!’ It was more of an order than an encouragement, but the gesture of his hand softened it and I held on as he pulled me to my feet. He looked at the top half of my dress and cradled his chin on thumb and forefinger as in thought.
After a few seconds he reached out and pulled each of the long sleeves from the dress. Finally he took out his wand. ‘Stand very still.’ He instructed.
With the tip of his wand he traced a plunging neckline and cut away almost all of the back of the dress. I was left wearing a very revealing garment and Lucius sat down again, reaching for my wine goblet and sipping the heady concoction.
‘Better.’ He mused, looking at me with a twinkle in his eye.
‘Do you plan on cutting the whole dress off me?’ I asked, hands on hips and placing one high heeled foot on either side of his outstretched legs.
‘Maybe later.’ He winked and pulled me down on top of him.
What was I doing? I was now straddling one of the most powerful dark wizards who was now a little inebriated and the whole situation intoxicated me in turn. He sat up and I felt his hands reach around me and cradle my buttocks. As he pushed against me I could feel an eagerness in his groin which sent a thrill through me, was this not what I had been secretly asking for when I cast that ‘spell’?

‘You’re a curious little muggle, I’m interested to see what else you can do for me.’ His haughty voice simultaneously annoyed and aroused me and at first I fought him as his mouth descended on mine. He slipped a hand up my back, over my prickling bare flesh then buried his fingers into my hair as he kissed me hungrily. I began to relax and pressed my body into his, feeling myself moisten. I tasted his tongue as it explored my mouth, every tooth, every surface of my tongue, pulling back every now and then to gently bite my lip or kiss my chin and neck delicately. Oh god, yes – I wanted this wizard more than I had ever wanted any other man in my life. Our kiss broke off, I don’t know how long we had been kissing as the clock was still reading 3 o’clock and Tess and Izzy slept on.

‘These are not the most comfortable cushions. Where is the bedchamber?’
I rocked and pushed myself up, using Lucius’ shoulders. Then silently I held out a hand which he took. Turning my hand over, he kissed the inside of my wrist and trailed his tongue a little way up my arm before rising and allowing me to lead him out of the glowing living room and up a flight of stairs towards the bedrooms.
The guest room, I decided, would be most appropriate. The décor was most conducive to the sort of evening I wanted this to be. I pushed the door open and Lucius smiled slightly and nodded his approval. The walls and ceiling of this room were dark purple and the heavy curtains in black velvet were also lined in the same deep purple hue. The central black iron bed was also draped in black velvet. Purple candles on black iron sconces decorated the walls.
Lucius waved his hands over the candles, which lit magically. Now that was something I’d love to be able to do.
Taking my hand again he led me over to the cast iron framed bed. As I climbed up onto the bed and moved to the centre of the bed he felt the sturdy frame and smiled.
‘Lie back.’ He instructed. ‘Now I’m going to get rid of the rest of that dress.’
Still standing by the side of the bed he grasped my right wrist and raised my arm to the metal frame. Copying with the other arm I grasped the bars of the frame. Muttering an incantation Lucius smirked again as strong but smooth silken bonds tied my hands in their position holding the bed frame. A tangible fright and excitement gripped me as Lucius then seized my ankles and, spreading my legs, tied each foot to the bed frame.
I shuddered in excitement and anticipation. I felt completely at his mercy, I could not move and the natural fear which accompanied being so helpless just served to heighten my arousal.

Wand in hand again, Lucius traced a snaking line from cleavage to hip and as before the material just seemed to fall apart. He opened my dress exposing my black satin and lace underwear and my lightly tanned body. His finger traced a circle on my belly, ending up in my navel, flicking the dangling jewel that hung from my piercing. His head bobbed down and he took the entire piece of jewellery in his mouth, sucking and tugging.

Using his wand once again, he cut the material that remained over my shoulders. My entire body was now free of the dress and he pulled it from beneath me and tossed it to the side of the room.

He now began to walk around the bed, surveying me from different angles. What was he doing? What was he waiting for? I squirmed a little in my restraints and the corner of his mouth twitched into a tiny smile. He liked that.

Once again he came onto the bed, sitting by my side, he stroked my hair away from my face and bent down to kiss me. First my forehead, then my cheek and finally my lips. Then he continued downwards, kissing my neck and chest and burying his face in my cleavage as he kissed my breasts. He put his arms around me, but not to hold me, he unclasped my bra from the back before cutting the straps over my shoulders. The bra joined the dress on the floor and Lucius concentrated his efforts on kissing my swelling breasts, sucking each nipple in turn until it stood proudly and trailing his tongue around each nipple in circles.

I wanted to ask him if he was going to get undressed but Lucius had not said anything for quite a while now and I did not want to be the one to break the magical silence. He kissed down from my breast, lingering once more on my pierced navel before moving down further. Slowly he unhooked each stocking and rolled it down my leg. Momentarily each ankle bond was released to allow him to pull the stocking over my foot and the stockings also soon adorned the floor. The lace suspender belt which had held up each stocking was the next thing to go and finally Lucius was left with a black lace thong, a rapidly dampening patch being the give away to my obvious enjoyment. I had never been so wet, so ready and thought I would combust if touched. Teasing me, Lucius slipped a finger under the fabric of the thong and twirled it in the brunette curls he found there.

I moaned out loud in frustration, I longed for him to touch me there. I longed to touch myself but could not because of my bonds. My grip tightened on the bed frame and I bit my lower lip. Lucius once again reached for his wand. He trailed it up the outside of my leg then under the side of the flimsy lace. The wand seemed to cut through it like a sword, yet it had not felt the slightest bit sharp on my leg. He repeated this on the other side of me then bent down to pull at the thong with his teeth. The fabric came away easily and the wizard let it fall from his mouth to the floor.

Now I was naked and he was still fully clothed. The vulnerability which came from that situation frightened me a little. What if he just turned and left? Left me here, tied up, naked, aroused? I felt my skin prickle all over, then the prickle was soothed as I felt his hands run up my leg.

A finger slipped inside me easily and Lucius and I moaned in unison. Him at the feel of my ready body, and me at the release of finally being touched. The finger was joined by another and I felt them slide in and out, in and out. I strained against my bonds, pushing myself down onto his hand. His head came down again and I felt the gentle flutter of his tongue teasing my clitoris. Stroking and circling while all the time his fingers, now three of them, filled me. The tension in my body rose and I felt myself beginning to pant. My knuckles were white as I gripped the bars of the bed, holding back my orgasm, letting it build and build. Suddenly Lucius’ head came up and kissed my belly. ‘I could eat you all night my darling, you’re like a ripe peach. But I don’t want this to be over too quickly.’ Slipping his fingers out of me he rose from the bed and began to undo his buttons.

Being tied down my sight of him was limited, but I could make out the straining fabric of his trousers and saw him spring to life as the final button of the fly was undone. God he was big! He did not take so long to get rid of his own clothes as he had with mine and soon a pile of black wizard’s clothing was also piled on the floor. His body was divine. His blond tresses cascaded over his muscular shoulders.
If I had had control of my hands, and the rest of my body for that matter, I would have gone to him and taken him in my mouth, but since he had placed me in this situation I would just have to wait and see what he had in mind.

Lucius climbed back on the bed and between my spread legs. Once more his tongue made for my sensitive bud and in seconds my back was arching in unbridled passion. Kissing my clitoris he then proceeded to kiss his way up my belly, circling my navel then up between my breasts and along my collar bone until his face was level with mine and the tip of his manhood was sliding gently in and out of my outer lips. Gathering my torso in his arms his mouth covered mine and as his tongue snaked its way into my mouth he pushed his way into me and I gasped as he filled me completely. For a second or two we simply lay there, feeling the sensation of each others’ bodies. Then Lucius rose on his arms and began to thrust into me. I held on to the bed frame, bracing myself with each thrust. Each one harder and more earnest than the one before. The expression on Lucius’ face was one of exquisite pleasure and I smiled inwardly. For the next few minutes I became lost in the moment, arms and legs braced and unable to close round my wizard. It disappointed me a little but I knew that restrained like this, the orgasm, when it came would be phenomenal and unstoppable. Lucius continued to thrust and I felt myself on the brink of orgasm. I began to pant then held my breath, I knew this would heighten the experience even more. Just as I felt myself begin to contract around Lucius he abruptly stopped and reaching for his wand muttered an incantation and with a flick and a swish it was as though a pause button had been pressed. It was like a video of a tidal wave just before it crashed down on a beach had been paused to enable the viewer to study the height and ferocity of the water. Carefully Lucius withdrew and began to untie my hands and feet.

I quivered and shook with the waiting orgasm, but Lucius helped me to sit up.
‘Let’s see what you can do now.’
He took my place on the bed and I climbed on top of him. Some of my best orgasms had been achieved in this position and I had a feeling that tonight would be no different.

Slowly I lowered myself onto him, feeling the contractions grip then release him rhythmically.
‘The spell..?’ I breathed.
‘Will wear off in a few seconds.’ He smiled.
The tidal wave was about to crash on the beach with a devastating force.
Slowly I began to ride him, this time holding onto the bars of the headboard to give myself upward force. Each time slamming my body down onto his and feeling my tender clitoris being ground against his muscular form.
His back was arched and his head thrown back in pleasure as he thrust up to meet each movement of mine. I could feel a tremble begin in his legs. The tremble matched the one coursing through my own body and I knew we were both close to a powerful climax. With only a few more strokes I felt him grip and squeeze my thighs as his face contorted in sweet agony. In that split second my own orgasm took hold and again I held my breath as waves of ecstasy wracked me and forced me to clamp down on the trembling form beneath me. I collapsed onto his chest, both of us was breathing fast and ragged.
Eventually the waves stopped, though aftershocks made me contract inside again and again and Lucius cried out about overloaded senses and begged me to stop. I lay on his chest, my face looking up at him. He lifted his head a little and kissed me on the forehead. Now I knew what post coital bliss was. I never wanted to let him go, wanted him to stay inside me forever.
‘That was pretty good for a muggle you know!’
‘Why thank you.’ I responded sarcastically.
‘I would like you to be able to call me back so we can do that again.’
‘Then I’ll just carve the pumpkins and recite the rhyme.’
‘That only works at Halloween, I’m afraid – but I have another option.’
‘Ok – just tell me what I do.’
Lucius took hold of my arm and pressed his thumb hard into the flesh of my forearm. I winced as the pressure turned into a burning sensation. When he withdrew his thumb a pale tattoo remained on my arm. ‘The dark mark?’ I gasped.
‘Similar – but it’s OUR way of communicating with each other rather than the Dark Lord’s – you just have to rub it and I will come.’
I fell asleep on his chest, with him still inside me and dreamed I was flying on a broomstick with him around the grounds of Malfoy Manor.

When I awoke I was lying on my back, alone.

I rose from my bed, wrapping a sheet around myself and gingerly made my way downstairs. The clock was striking 8 o’clock and I could see Tess and Izzy begin to wake. All the candles had now gone out and the pumpkins looked sad and wrinkled. Though the room did look somewhat tidier than I had remembered leaving it.

I sat down on the cushions staring into the cauldron. What a dream that had been!

I drew my knees up to my chest and reached my arms around to hug my legs. It was then that I noticed what looked like a faint strawberry birthmark on my forearm. It was a skull with a snake gliding out from the mouth.

Lucius had been here and Lucius would be back.

Whenever I wanted him.