Many Pleasures

Disclaimer: The following contains incest, domination and slash. Please do not read on if any of this is going to bother you in any way. Read at your own Risk!

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Lucius and Narcissa

I wondered where the time had gone to when I looked up at the Grandfather clock ticking dolefully in the corner. I looked over at my wife, still sleeping next to me. Her small form and blonde hair lay out across the silk dressings of our expensive Italian bed. My own blonde locks flowing down past my neck and ending in a wisp just below my shoulder blades gave a soft sensation onto my bare skin. The Malfoy family crest hung over our bed and the dancing flames of the fireplace shot glimmers of light onto it. I looked up at it and smiled pleasurably, I had made her a Malfoy too.

Beneath the green and silver silk her body was bare as was mine. At this age there was no use in bedclothes and the naked form wasn’t nearly as arousing with age. Still, I found my hands under the silk of our bed, caressing her small breasts. It’d been ages since I touched my wife in this manner. Her hoarse breath sharpened through pleasurable sleep. I sank my lips onto her neck and pecked at the soft skin behind her ears. “Narcissa,” I whispered softly though it didn’t rouse her from sleep.

My fingers found her nipples and plucked at them carefully. The hardened flesh rubbed against my fingertips pleasurably. Pulling down the bedding, I revealed only her upper torso and listened to the sharp breathes she took in sleep. The sight was one I hadn’t seen this way in a long time. I felt a surge of pleasure rise through my pelvis as I stared at her flat stomach rising and falling with each breath she took.

My lips found their way to her erect nipples and I kissed softly. One flicker of my tongue sent a surge of life through her body and she awoke with a sudden gasp and a moan to follow. “Lucius,” she muttered sleepily. I continued to suck on the hardened flesh of her breast as her hands caressed my blonde locks.

I made a trail of kisses, from one breast to the other, then down her waist until I came to her pelvis. She was arching her back, writhing in pleasure. “Please,” she whimpered and I felt my cock harden abruptly. I loved to see her like this, begging for me to release her from the bonds of temptation.

I found her wet opening and let my tongue wind around my wife’s clitoris. She moaned hoarsely, sleep had not fully let go of her yet. I flicked at her clit and found that my pleasure was gained from her moans. A memory of days passed hit me hard in the face. I had tied her down and done horrible things to my wife, she had loved it. Suddenly my hand was on the bedside table, where I kept my ebony wand for instant access at night.

I muttered a few incantations and Narcissa found herself bound to the bed, her arms tied tightly to the headboard. I left her legs free at the moment, so I could move them as I pleased. She whimpered but said nothing; I somehow wished she would protest, it would be more pleasurable for me. As though she read my mind I heard her moan, “No Lucius not like this.”

My cock hardened even more at her words. I wanted to take her like this, in the very manner, with her begging me to stop. I wanted her to beg. I wound my fingers under her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. A moan escaped her mouth as the bonds around her wrists scratched as her body flipped. My lips caressed her back as a trail of kisses led to her tight buttocks. I parted the cheeks and ran a finger around her tight hole. I felt her body tighten beneath me, “No,” she whined into the pillows. “Not there.”

I pushed hard and my slender finger entered her. She was moaning and writhing again. My cock twitched, I wanted to be inside of her. Summoning my wand again I pointed it at her arse and muttered. The hole became moist and lubricated enough for me to enter. I pushed my pulsing cock into her, the head first. I felt the pleasure wrap around me and drove myself harder. She was panicking and howling in pain as I held tight to her hips and pumped in and out. After a few more pumps the pleasure took her and she gasped and began to moan in succession with my furious movement.

I let my hand smack her hard on the bottom and delighted in her scream. I grabbed at her blonde hair with my hands and pulled her head back towards me. Her back was arched and the sight was one I loved dearly. Narcissa, my wife, was helpless at my hands.

I pumped harder and felt invigorated looking at her in such a state. She had gone limp and a lasting moan of orgasm took her. I pumped harder as she came and soon I flooded her insides within my own juice. It was a marvelous feeling, all the cares wiped away for a moment and Narcissa lie there with her face buried beneath the silver pillows.

I wasn’t through with her yet, my cock was still rigid and my body ached for more. I flipped her onto her back and smiled at the wide-eyed _expression my wife wore. I positioned myself right over, my cock bobbing up and down near her chin. “Suck me,” I moaned and felt the warmth of her tongue around my rigid dick. I had to drain my self-control not to cum in her mouth. I pulled out abruptly when I’d had my fill and assumed my previous position.

Grabbing her legs firmly, I placed them on my shoulders and found her wet entrance. I pushed myself inside of her slowly and a moan escaped me. Her hips grinding into the bed kept me going. I gained speed and pounded myself into her. In a scream of pleasure from the both of us my cum filled her. In the moment of pure pleasure I lay my body onto hers, the both of us, completely drained of life.

Harry and Draco

I sat alone in the drafty dungeons awaiting his call. Hedwig fluttered onto my arm, his snowy owl. I took the message tethered to her leg and read it with a smile. Directions to something called the Room of Requirement.

Making my way through the silent halls, I did as instructed, passed the hidden doorway three times thinking hard of what I need. Indeed the doorway appeared and I entered it with a sense of pleasure. There were dim candles lighting the way to a raised bed with comfortable looking bedding. Bottles of lubricant and toys of different sizes and colors lined the walls. He was there, naked on the bed awaiting my arrival. “Harry,” I hissed, “What a remarkable room.” His green eyes glistened in the candlelight as he beckoned me forward.

I allowed him to remove my cloak and robes. Straddling his body, he ran a thin finger over my torso and beneath my trousers. My cock hardened immediately. He unzipped my trousers and explored beneath my knickers. I felt his warm fingers graze the tip of my attentive cock. I let out a shudder of pleasure and he smiled.

“I want to top you tonight,” he said lazily with a smile. I pondered the thought and didn’t find it appealing at first. He spoke again, “All of our little meetings you’ve topped me, isn’t it my turn yet.” His tone was playful and endearing. I wondered vaguely if he just wanted to be able to say that he had dominated Draco Malfoy. The thought hurt me on a deeper level so I put it aside for the moment. I wasn’t ready to agree to such a thing.

“We’ll see,” I muttered instead as I allowed him to remove my knickers. I bent down and kissed him fully, my tongue gliding across his. I loved his taste, it was sweet and sour all at once, filled with passion. I felt his warm hand wrap itself around my cock as he lifted himself with his free arm and kissed my upper torso. Moans escaped my tingling body as he rubbed against me. He pushed me aside in a charismatic motion.

I found myself lying on the bed with my hard cock standing rigid and Harry bent over it examining my member with curious fingers. He lowered himself over me and took the tip of my cock in his mouth. My hips arched and I lunged into him. I wanted my full length buried in the warmth of his mouth. It was something seldom awarded to me in our little meetings. It was always me swiveling my tongue across his dick and the feeling of his tongue flicking at my rigid cock made me gasp in pleasure. I tried to control myself but within the seconds the feeling was too overwhelming and I flooded his mouth with my cum. I watched, a smile creasing my lips, as he swallowed and licked the remains from my trembling penis.

“Flip,” he whispered and I found it difficult to comply after my draining orgasm. I was in no state to disobey even though the foreboding of what was to come hung in the back of my mind. I winced as I felt a slender finger enter my backside. It was warm and piercing all at once. I had never been topped and the feeling was too new for me to fully appreciate the fondling, though in the years to come I would grow to love it more than anything. I felt him withdraw and enter again, this time his fingers were wet and slid in with ease. I could hear the squelching sound of Harry lubricating his cock with his free hand.

“Uggh,” a growl of pleasure swept from his lips as his head entered my hole. It hurt more than anything I’d ever felt and I nearly screamed out in pain. He pushed harder on me and I felt the shaft fill me. The pain was excruciating and my discomfort caused me to sway my hips. He pushed once more and I felt a dirty pleasure squirming in my stomach. I let the feeling overtake me as he pumped furiously in my arse. “Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck me.” The feeling was overwhelming, as though my entire body would rip apart from the pleasure inside. He pumped one last time and I felt warmth escaping his cock and entering me. My own cock had released again and the bed was covered in my own cum. Harry’s limp body relaxed onto my back and he kissed me between the shoulder blades. “Brilliant,” he whispered.

Fred and George

They always thought the bangs were coming from our room because we liked the noise, then they convinced themselves that we were inventing things. Mum and the others never guessed the truth, it was the head board hitting the walls. We hadn’t even thought of putting a silencing spell on the room, damn we were foolish then.

I mused at the thought while I lie in our bed above our new shop. We’d gotten a spot in Hogsmeade with an apartment above our Joke Shop. The shop was doing well, all the Hogwarts revenue alone was enough to keep us going, and keep us inventing. George was still downstairs, counting the money we’d made before he stashed it away in the safe. How I loved my brother George, he was my life really.

I heard his boots clicking up the stairs to our bedroom. I was lying there, naked, on top of Mum’s best handmade quilt. It was soft beneath my skin and my senses tingled at the thought of him lying down next to me and taking me in his arms. We’d been loving one another like this for so long now that it seemed the most natural thing in the world. In fact it was the most natural thing for us.

He sighed heavily as he entered the room and dropped the contents of his pockets on the nightstand. “We’ve made a trillion galleons I’d wager,” he said grinning at me. His eyes flicked over my body and my cock gave a jolt. He smiled, “I think you may need some attention brother.” He disrobed in front of me, his skin identical to mine, freckles in just the same places. It was comforting, like watching myself in the mirror.

He lay down next to me on the bed and I could hear his sharp breath, feel it against my neck. He kissed me softly along my jaw line. I took in every sweep of his lips, as though it were my life force. “I want you,” I whispered with great caress. He looked up to me and smiled. He muttered something unintelligible and went back to kissing me, now working his way down my torso toward my throbbing dick. I could feel it pulsating as he inched closer to my pelvis, the temptation to push his head down came over me but I forced it away. I wanted to savor this, I always savored his touch.

When he reached it I shivered at the warmth his breath released onto my cock. I wanted him more than any thing in the world; in that moment only the two of us existed. His tongue flicked at my dick and I lunged forward, arching my back fully. I drove my rock hard penis into his mouth and the warmth flooded my body. He moaned softly as he sucked on me, the sounds drew me in to him even more. With a great gasp I let myself go, all my cum draining into him. He grinned as a bit dribbled out his mouth, he flicked it up with his tongue and swallowed hard.

He positioned himself above me, straddling my upper torso. It was his turn to receive such pleasure. I was nowhere close to being as good as him but I dare not deny him the pleasure. I leaned up and put his cock into my mouth, he was harder than usual and it spiked life back into my limp dick. I sucked as he moaned dolefully, I wanted to taste him. My hands were on his hips, urging his erection further into my mouth. Finally he moaned and I felt the warm liquid fill my mouth. I swallowed it all, relishing the taste as it slide down my throat.

He lay motionless for a moment, regaining his strength as I kissed around his nipples. “George,” I hissed into his ear. He grunted but obeyed without me asking. Immediately he was on his stomach, lying face down on the bed. I reached to the table and grabbed a bottle of lubricant and squirted some onto my twitching cock and a bit on his rear. He moaned senselessly as I worked a finger in and out of him. His fingers gripped the headboard and I felt a smile crease my lips while starring at his form. I pushed myself into him, he moaned and his body shuddered. Pumping furiously, I felt his body go rigid and knew he was feeling the pleasure. I kissed his back softly as I pressed into him. With a final pump I was drained of stamina and let my juices flow into him. He moaned very loud and with a thudding bang the head board hit the wall one more time.