The Perfect Daughter-in-Law

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Authoress Notes: This was given a very long time ago by moreteadk *most know her as Purrnilla :-)* It turned out extremely short, but I hope you like it anyway, love smooches
The Challenge: Given by Moreteadk *Purrnilla;* Lucius/Pansy. Alternatively Lucius/Hermione. Including Narcissa is optional. I'm thinking sort of a training of testing of future daughter-in-law. Rating would naturally be NC-17. ((Note to Purrs: Sorry this took so long. Hope you still like it :-))
Word Count: 530 ((Does not include - symbols or 'The End'))
Written on: June 21, 2005
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Wrists were tied and ankles were chained to the end of the bed, but that didn't stop the begging or the pleading for the teasing to stop. It had been happening for hours on end and the 'victim' was almost at their wits end. Their body was covered in sweat, goosebumps, bites, cuts, and other markings that showed they were being 'tortured.'

The captor smiled cruelly and brought down the whip, hissing and licking their lips as their victim cried out in pain, and pleasure. Again, the whip came down and once they removed it, they brought the knife over the skin again, cutting the perfection to make it scarred for life. The captor brought their fingers through the blood and brought it to their lips, purring just a little, tasting the elegance that resided within.

The victim begged again to have release, the captor finally giving in. Carefully and slowly, they became one and as they moved together, breasts glistened with sweat, chests heaved heavily, and grunts were heard as they each came with release and for moments, neither moved. With a tentative move, wrists and ankles were released, leaving the victim to flip their captor to their back and show who exactly was master, and who was not.

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Pansy threw her head back and screamed as Lucius pounded into her, loving the feeling of the dark wizard inside of her. As her body arched off the bed, she heard the man above her growling and knew that he was again, close to his release. She opened her eyes and looked at him, locking her legs around his hips to encourage him even farther.

Lucius looked at the woman that would soon be a part of his family, his gray eyes glazed over with lust. As he hit her sweet spot and her muscles clamped around him, they each came again with a scream. His eyes shut briefly and reopened as he looked at her.

Guess she was too tired after her dominant charade, Lucius smirked to himself. He climbed off of her and took his wand from his clothes, muttering a cleaning spell on the bed, but left her covered with the remembrance of their mating. Slowly and carefully, Lucius pulled on his trousers and headed to the door, his body covered in cuts and his wrists bleeding from the tightness of the bounds that were once on his wrists.

Opening the door, he looked at his son and wife, and smirked.

"I take it she was up to the job, Father?"

"Yes, my boy."

"Then we can proceed?"

The elder Malfoy smirked as he looked at his only heir. "Of course, Draco."

Draco smirked and vanished into the room, having already known that his Slytherin counterpart was what he was. After all, if she was to be a Malfoy, she had to be. He turned and looked at his parents, his eyes gleaming much like his father's. Lucius winked at him and Narcissa gave a brilliant smile. As they vanished from the hall to their own room, Draco had one thought in his mind before he shut the door.

All Malfoy's are perfect...even the daughter-in-law.
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The End.