A Beautiful Distraction

Title: A Beautiful Distraction
Author: Lidane
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lucius/Narcissa
Warnings: wall sex, hair fetishing, eye contact, dirty talk, light bondage, explicit Porn Without Plot
Disclaimer: I don't own this, and don't make money from it either. It's all JKR's.
Summary: Lucius needs a distraction, which Narcissa is more than willing to provide.

~*~

Lucius Malfoy was a man lost in thought.

Just a few nights before, his master, Lord Voldemort, had been restored to his corporeal form, the Dark Lord eager to exact his vengeance on those who wronged him, and to eliminate the threat of Harry Potter once and for all.

He had also chided Lucius for losing his diary, and promised that he would be charged with a particularly important duty to make up for the loss, but Voldemort gave no indication what it could be.

Would it be bribery? He was wealthy enough to manage that. Would it be blackmail or machinations at the Ministry? Those would be simple as well. He furrowed his brow in consternation as he wondered how events would play themselves out now that he was, once again, a full-fledged Death Eater.

He was so distracted; he almost didn't feel a soft hand at his shoulder, the touch delicate. He shook his head to clear his mind and looked down at the beautiful blonde woman at his side. She was, in so many ways, his ultimate possession—his wife, Narcissa Black Malfoy.

They'd met even before she entered Hogwarts, the Blacks and the Malfoys being staunchly Slytherin, and proud Pureblood loyalists, their alliance going back several generations.

It had been at some ridiculous family function when he'd seen her across the room, and he knew that he wanted to claim her as his own. Her high, aristocratic features would perfectly blend with his own, producing beautiful children, and her blood was as pure as his own. And while she looked like an angel, she had a heart as dark as his. He adored her, and prized her, at least in his own way.

"What's wrong, Lucius?" wondered Narcissa. "You've been awfully quiet."

Shaking his head again, the long-haired man responded, "It is nothing of importance, my dear. It's simply the thoughts of an unfocused man." He caught her eyes, and leaned in for a kiss. "I have an idea, my love. I'm thinking that I want you naked, spread open underneath me as I fuck you senseless and at my mercy tonight. It would be the perfect antidote to my melancholy," he leered, and she laughed.

With a perfectly manicured hand tracing idle patterns on his chest, Narcissa's voice dropped in pitch as she responded, "I think that can be arranged, Lucius."

~*~

After making a quick exit to their bedchamber, with locks and wards in place, lest Draco decide to wander around the manor, Lucius pulled his wife against him and kissed her fiercely, leaning back against the wall as his tongue plundered the mouth of the beautiful woman in his arms.

His hands were wandering across her shoulders, and had cupped her soft, plump breasts, bringing a nipple to life with an absent flick of his thumb, and then he felt it. Her delicate, ivory hands were tracing the length of his cock through his trousers, driving him wild.

"Darling, I think I have a better use for this delectable mouth of yours," he drawled, nibbling on the lips in question as he spoke. "Will you indulge me?" Bringing a hand up to her shoulder, Lucius pushed down, and Narcissa complied, kneeling before her husband, leaning in and placing a soft kiss at the seam of his slacks.

She looked up at Lucius, their eyes conveying an unspoken message of love and devotion as she unfastened his trousers and opened them up, exposing his hard cock, which had been concealed by the soft silks and velvets that he favored. Reaching in and pulling out the engorged length, she traced the vein underneath with a perfectly manicured nail and delicately cupped his sac as she teased him, flicking her tongue across the tip of his shaft.

"Cissy, "murmured Lucius. "Please…"

"What do you want, Lucius?" she whispered, idly tracing the base of his cock with her fingertips as she lapped at his erection. "You have to tell me, my love."

Lacing his hands into her lush, golden hair, he growled, "I want you to suck my cock with that pretty little mouth of yours, minx," and he brought his hips forward, sending his length down her throat.

As he thrust his hips in a steady rhythm, Lucius marveled at the wet, decadent heat surrounding his cock, and the sinful image the two of them must make. He watched his shaft sinking past Narcissa's beautiful lips, closing his eyes and imagining that it was her cunt instead, and he knew that soon, he would have his wife.

"Yes, that's it, Cissy," he breathed. "More," pleaded Lucius, as he felt the tension beginning to rise, and he knew his climax was close. Pulling Narcissa back, he took strands of her long, gorgeous hair and wrapped them around his cock, feeling the silk locks caressing his sensitive skin as he wanked, bringing himself back from the edge of release.

"Not yet, darling. As much as I love your mouth," Lucius explained, "when I come tonight, I want it to be inside that gorgeous cunt of yours," he promised, sending shivers up her spine as he spoke.

Looking down at his wife, Lucius took in her flushed, aroused skin, swollen lips, and the look in her eyes that told him that she would be his for the rest of his days. He had to have more, and he had to have her now.

Bringing Narcissa up to her feet, Lucius patiently removed her robes, and then her lingerie, leaving his wife completely nude, and open to him while he was still dressed. Kissing her deeply, his hands roaming her soft curves, he put his hands underneath her arse and lifted her up, carrying Narcissa over to the nearby wall and positioning his cock at her entrance.

As he slid into her slick, velvet cunt, Narcissa wrapped her arms around Lucius and begged him, "Please, Lucius," her hands threading through his long platinum hair and pulling hard, which earned her a growl and a nip at her jawline as they moved together in a time-honored rhythm.

~*~

Much as she loved her husband, and as much as she enjoyed fucking him, having her back against the wall was quickly proving to be painful for Narcissa, so she tipped Lucius' chin up, getting his attention, their rhythm never slowing.

"My dear, I think I would be more comfortable on the bed," she purred, squeezing her inner muscles around his cock to keep him focused on her. "What do you think of taking me across the room and fucking me into the mattress for the rest of the evening?" Narcissa asked sweetly.

An almost feral grin crossed his regal features, and Lucius replied, "I do believe that's an excellent idea, Cissy," and he pulled her close, fully wrapping her legs and arms around him, then walked over their bed, depositing his lovely wife on the soft, fur-lined comforter that they shared.

~*~

Settling into the bedsheets, Narcissa idly watched Lucius remove the rest of his robes, and she was reminded of their conversation from earlier.

"Darling," she said, "you said you wanted me at your mercy, yet you've made no move in that regard. Have you lost your nerve?" Narcissa teased.

Looking at the beautiful woman in his bed, he growled, "Never," and pulled his wand, conjuring a set of magical ribbons that secured Narcissa's wrists to the headboard. "I think it's time to remind you, my dear, that I am in control, and that you're mine," Lucius said.

"Oh, do tell," she retorted. "Is that all I am to you, Lucius? A possession to keep, or a prize to be won?" she asked pointedly, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "And do you believe you are man enough to claim me as your own?"

It was a familiar teasing pattern, long a part of their relationship, and as always, Lucius rose to the bait.

Gray eyes darkened in arousal at his wife's defiance, and a smirk crossed the wizard's lips. "Never forget, my dear—you belong to me. You will always belong to me, and no one else," he said, his hand ghosting across her abdomen until he reached her cunt, his fingers lazily tracing around her clit as he leaned in for a deep kiss.

Lucius continued his steady rhythm at Narcissa's clit, applying just enough pressure to tease her, and not enough to give her release, causing her to whimper with need as his mouth and tongue explored every inch of her body. He sucked on her nipples, teased her ribs, and other well-known spots that experience had taught him sent her reeling with arousal.

"Oh, please…" she begged. "More, Lucius, please…"

"Yes, my dear," he soothed, "it will only get better from here," he said, licking and kissing his way down her stomach and lower abdomen until he reached her cunt, replacing his hand with his mouth as he feasted on his wife, drinking in her juices as he held her hips in place, keeping her from climaxing. Her moans and cries were music to his ears as he brought her pleasure, and eventually, he lost his patience.

Kneeling before Narcissa, the taste of her cunt still on his lips, Lucius wrapped her legs around his waist and positioned himself at her entrance, pushing forward until he was buried inside his wife to the hilt. A wave of his hand untied the ribbons at her wrists, and Narcissa brought her hands down, cradling one at his shoulder and the other at the small of his back, silently encouraging him to move.

Finding a hard, fast rhythm, neither Lucius nor Narcissa were patient anymore, seeking nothing more than a mutual climax, their moans and whispers mingling and blending as the scent of sex filled the room.

Growling as he felt his body tighten, his orgasm not far off, Lucius bit his wife's collarbone and grunted. Looking Narcissa in the eye, he implored, "Come for me, Cissy. Come now," he demanded, circling his hips as he thrust. Her body taut with lust, she could only manage a garbled moan as she felt the tension start to snap. When his fingers teased her clit, that did it, and she cried out, raking her nails down his back as she came.

Watching his wife lose her composure, and feeling her muscles squeeze his cock as she came, and Lucius sped up his pace, enthralled at the sight of the woman beneath him as she drifted in a haze of pleasure. A few more powerful thrusts and he followed Narcissa over the edge, hissing as he climaxed.

Sliding off of Narcissa's body, Lucius drew the covers over them, and pulled her into his arms, kissing her gently, and preparing to sleep.

Just before she dozed off, she teased, "So, Lucius—are you still distracted?"

Chuckling, he replied, "Only by you, Narcissa," as he kissed her one final time. "Only by you."

~fin~