Birthday Girl

A/N: This naughty little piece of work was dreamed up as the response to a Secret Santa exchange over at LiveJournal...hope you enjoy it.

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Seven o’clock: don’t be late.

Narcissa Malfoy read and re-read the words written on the slip of parchment, delicious sensations beginning to form low in her stomach at the very sight of her husband’s elegant handwriting. She wondered what her beloved had in store for her this time; Lucius loved to surprise her and she was constantly amazed at his creativity – the year before last, he had actually presented her with a Muggle to do with as she saw fit. The last she had heard, the man was still listed as missing…she had been in a particularly vicious mood, as Dobby had forgotten to lay out the ball gown she had intended to wear out to dinner.

Barely able to concentrate on her sister’s rantings, it was with immense relief that the guards came to escort her from Azkaban to the public Apparation point. Upon her return to their sprawling estate, she absent-mindedly read a letter from Draco – apparently he had a run-in with a Hippogriff – and an accompanying letter from Hogwarts….well, she’d read it later. She tossed both missives on an ivory-topped table and drifted off to make herself ready for the evening ahead of her, giving instructions to their new House Elf.

Narcissa had dressed in a red silk gown and piled her long blonde hair atop her head elegantly by the time she heard the huge grandfather clock in the lower hall begin to toll, almost but not quite masking the crack! of Apparation. Moments later she heard his booted footsteps behind her. “Lucius.” She made no move to turn from the mirror and raised her eyes to his reflection, admiring.

A corner of his beautiful mouth lifted slightly at her scrutiny and he closed the distance between them with a step. “Cissa,” he purred in reply, rubbing his face against the back of her neck as he brought his gloved hands around her hips and up to cup her breasts. She sighed and pressed back against him, feeling him crowd against her in response and begin to grind against her backside slowly while he rubbed her nipples through the silk of her gown.

“Luci, you shouldn’t tease,” She finally asserted when it became clear that he was not about to oblige her by lifting up her dress and bending her over her dressing table.

He dropped a kiss on the side of her neck. “You shouldn’t have worn that dress – you know perfectly well that it’s my favorite.” Stepping away, his eyes met hers in the mirror as he brought his hand down to rub the bulge at his crotch. “Are you ready for your gift? Of course you are,” he smirked as she whirled to face him. He tied a strip of red silk around her eyes and led her by the hand up two flights of stairs – yes, they were going to the room she had bade their House Elf prepare. The sound of the door opening seemed to echo in her ears, her entire body taut with anticipation. Lucius slipped the blindfold off after what seemed an eternity, and turned her to face….Severus Snape? What was he doing there? She opened her mouth to ask, when Lucius guided her to a chair and bade her sit within the ring of floating candles that had been Charmed to hover around them.

“Severus, I believe you know my wife Narcissa?” her husband asked politely.

The tall Potions Master inclined his head towards her. “Indeed. Well met, Lady Malfoy. Lucius, where is the rest of the group?”

He blinked as Lucius began to walk around him slowly, looking him up and down. “Today is Narcissa’s birthday, Severus…such a beautiful woman deserves to receive whatever she desires, is that not correct?”

The younger man blinked again. “Surely she does,” he replied cautiously.

“Then you will also agree that a lady shouldn’t be kept waiting. But I’m wondering if she’ll like my gift to her – do you think that she’ll like it?” Lucius asked, stripping off his gloves unhurriedly.

Severus looked from Lucius to Narcissa, and then back again. “What…what did you get for her?”

Lucius stroked Severus’ cheek with the backs of his knuckles. “You.”

Narcissa leaned forward in the chair, feeling a flush spread across her face – how had Lucius known? Her eyes shifted to the younger man’s face and she quickly made up her mind that she would cast the Imperius Curse upon him if he tried to leave. Hopefully he would submit to the inevitable, but…her fingers curled about the cool handle of her wand just in case. “Me? But…you…” their fellow Slytherin stammered in confusion and Lucius sighed.

“What’s wrong with you, Severus? You’re making my wife very unhappy; look at her frown. Now, you can either stay to play with us of your own accord…or you can stay and play with us under the Imperius Curse – and I can tell you that I don’t mind casting it. The level of your participation is up to you.” Lucius circled around behind the taller man and urged him forward so that Severus was directly in front of Narcissa.

She set down the wand as Lucius reached around Severus to open his trousers, sliding his hand inside. Severus gasped loudly and began to tremble, Narcissa watching in fascination as her husband pulled the Potions Master’s now-erect member from concealment, pumping his hand up and down the other man’s shaft. “That’s much better…such a good boy,” Lucius murmured, sliding his hand up so that his palm was flat against Severus’ stomach and he held his cock between his fingers. “Cissa, I believe your gift is ready for you…” Narcissa licked her lips and leaned forward again to take Severus’ hard length in her mouth; he was slightly longer than Lucius was, but without her husband’s girth. Severus moaned through clenched teeth as she sucked slowly, flicking her eyes up to where Lucius watched her with heat in his eyes. He released Severus and circled back around to kneel beside Narcissa, watching her lips slide up and down his fellow Death Eater’s shaft while her eyes locked with his. Lucius murmured suggestions, reaching down to slip his hand up her dress and rub his fingers against her folds until she rocked wildly against him and climaxed, screaming around the cock in her mouth. This triggered Severus’ own orgasm and Narcissa felt the hot liquid fill her mouth, trickling down her chin.

Lucius pulled her to him as she began to swallow and kissed her deeply, both of them sharing the bitter fluid. Narcissa slipped her hand between her husband’s legs and caressed him as he licked the quickly drying line of semen from below her lower lip. “Husband, since it is my birthday…that means I get to tell you what to do,” she murmured, bringing the palm of her hand against his crotch in a stinging slap that made him gasp and jerk his hips. “And if you’re good, I’ll do that again,” she teased. Lucius was different from the men he sometimes brought to her to “play” with – he genuinely enjoyed the erotic pain she equally enjoyed inflicting, not to mention the fact that he was always willing to exchange roles when she was of a mind to be on the receiving end.

She looked up at Severus, who was watching silently with an inscrutable expression on his face and beginning to disrobe. Narcissa rose to her feet and pointed towards the huge bed that she had instructed the House Elf to place there, feeling satisfaction as Lucius obeyed immediately and motioned Severus over. Still not speaking, she performed a non-verbal cleaning spell on the two men. Severus looked astonished and jerked upright from where he was leaning over to draw off his boots; Lucius simply laughed and lounged back on one elbow to wait for her to approach them, having already taken his clothes off. Narcissa sauntered over to them, noting with approval the way the two Death Eater’s erections were swollen and ready – not having been relieved, the tip of her husband’s cock was leaking precum and seeing her gaze rest upon him, Lucius wrapped a hand around his shaft and offered it to her.

Narcissa licked her lips unconsciously once more, yet decided to take a different approach. “Severus.”

“Yes, my Lady?” He blinked, confused.

She had to laugh at his naiveté. “See to Lucius.”

Severus tentatively looked at Lucius, who raised himself up on both elbows and smirked. “Suck me. And for Merlin’s sake, watch the teeth.” Severus dipped his head hesitantly and touched his tongue to the pearlescent fluid on the tip of his mentor’s penis, obviously becoming more assured when Lucius sighed in pleasure and thrust his hips up in a demand for more contact. “Lips over your teeth! Don’t make me cast the Imperius Curse on…oh, that’s it…suck it, yessssss.” Narcissa felt the heat building anew between her legs as she watched her husband snarl directions and strain beneath the other man’s ministrations; she decided that after she had taken her fill of them together, she would watch them couple in front of her…Severus was obviously new to this sort of thing, yet his erection hadn’t flagged for an instant.

“Enough, now – to me,” she instructed. She had undressed while she watched Severus fellate Lucius, and now crawled into the large bed between the two men. “I shouldn’t have to tell you what to do,” she purred as she felt Lucius move up behind her to press against her bottom. The two Death Eaters worked on her body in unison – Severus slowly bit his way down her neck to suckle her nipples while Lucius moved between her legs and began to lick her in a leisurely manner as she arched against him. When she began to approach orgasm he rolled her on her side and, lifting one of her legs, thrust inside roughly. Narcissa keened as he pumped his hips, working lubed fingers inside her anus without missing a single thrust; it felt wonderful, and became even better as she felt Severus place his member at her nether entrance and begin to push inside. His careful slide into her was a nerve-wracking counterpoint to Lucius’ hard, fast thrusts. She tried to open her mouth to cry out, to tell them…something, she didn’t know what…or perhaps she did: Why did Severus have to go so slow? The sensation of being so completely filled was quickly bringing her to the verge of another orgasm, and her ever-attentive husband sensed this and released her leg to rub her clitoris with just the right amount of pressure.

Narcissa felt her body begin to jerk, and she gave herself over to her orgasm which spread throughout her limbs and made her give voice to a throaty howl. Lucius, ever disciplined, rode out her convulsions and bade Severus take his place after flicking a cleansing spell at the appropriate areas. She was vaguely aware of being rolled to her back and Severus slipping from her arse to embed himself in her core with a grunt. He was still being very cautious and slow, she thought irritably but she was distracted by Lucius walking over to the side of the bed and climbing back in to straddle her upper body and offer himself to her once more. This time, she took him up on the offer and began to suck his cock eagerly. He placed his hands on either side of the headboard as she reached up to rake her nails down his muscular flanks, pinching the sensitive skin of his inner thighs with her long nails – she moved the pinches ever higher and felt the tension and anticipation in his body as her fingers finally arrived at the junction of his thighs. Severus had settled into a slow rhythm between her legs – a bit uninspired, she thought; she would definitely have Lucius see to him later. She returned her attention to tormenting her Lord, who was getting slightly impatient. “Harder, Cissa,” he complained. Several slaps, pinches and bites later he was moaning her name quite nicely and came with a deeply satisfied cry, stroking her hair as she licked him clean.

Severus was still working at the same pace as if he was afraid he would hurt her, and she couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes even as she drew her fingertip through the last droplets of cum from the side of her mouth and sucked the cooling liquid off. “Darling, would you mind…?” she asked. When she had been thinking of taking Severus as a lover, she had no idea that he would be this… careful. Lucius smiled down at her, his flaccid member stirring to life as he discerned what she wanted.

Lucius accio’ed more of the lubricant that resided in the tall glass bottles that lined the walls beside their books and “toys,” catching the flask easily in one hand. “Severus,” he murmured, brushing aside the hair from the taller man’s neck to place a kiss there. “You might want to bend your knees a bit more. Unless there’s a problem…”

Dark eyes wide, Severus shook his head and complied slowly while the blond pushed an index finger into his mouth for him to suck upon.

“Excellent,” Lucius sighed, pouring a liberal amount of the oil over his own cock and then massaging it in until his shaft gleamed in the candlelight. The finger that had been in Snape’s mouth withdrew to draw a line of wetness down the Potions Master’s back to slowly slide into the other man. Severus gasped at the invasion, and Narcissa reclaimed his attention by tightening her vaginal muscles around his shaft which was still embedded inside her. She shifted her hips slightly as her lover shuddered and groaned at her husband’s intrusion – from the smug smile she could see on his face, he was most likely enjoying her birthday present more than she was…well, that would change. Feeling the difference immediately as Lucius was fully sheathed within the younger Death Eater, her lips parted in anticipation.

Lucius moved slowly in and out of the tight ring of muscle, enjoying the feel of Severus trembling beneath him - he took it slow and just as his fellow Slytherin was getting used to the feeling, he began to let loose and give Narcissa what she had asked for. His powerful frame, muscled from years of playing Quidditch, was more than a match for Snape’s lanky physique; he slammed into Severus with such force that the other man was shoved into Narcissa, who in turn was nearly thrown over the other side of the mattress. “Inhaeresco!” Lucius snarled, aiming his wand at his wife; she stopped mid-slide, her shoulders now adhered to the bed. He repeated his forceful thrust, earning a yelp from Severus and an appreciative cry from Narcissa. “This-is-what-she-likes,” he rasped in the other man’s ear, punctuating his every word with a powerful lunge and thrusting several times in quick succession at the completion of the sentence.

Narcissa, her spine bowed and her body afire with sensation, screamed in release as her husband’s force pushed Severus inside her repeatedly; her orgasm was drawn out as Lucius kept thrusting– he was running over Severus’ prostate, judging from the way the young Professor’s eyes were rolling back in his head. Severus’ eyes were heavily lidded by this time and his mouth worked soundlessly as Lucius rode him hard… Narcissa’s cries began to rise once more when she saw her Lord’s heavy mass of blond hair tumble free as Lucius pulled the binding ribbon from his braid; her husband certainly knew what she liked to see. Severus was galvanized into action once more as Lucius brought the cord down across his buttocks with a crack, and it only took three more hard strikes for the Potions Master to come with a loud groan while Lucius finished with a shout.

Severus fell heavily onto Narcissa, Lucius rolling into the bed beside them almost immediately. “Finite,” he sighed. Narcissa felt the rapid hammering of his heart against his chest slowly decrease into a steady thump against her shoulder blades as he curled a strand of her hair around one finger – she smiled and reached her hand back to him.

“I hope you don’t think I’m finished with you two,” she warned as Severus began to yawn; behind her she felt the sudden rumble of laughter that vibrated through Lucius’ broad chest and her questing fingers were guided to the appropriate spot.

“You’ll have to convince me that it’s worth it,” he breathed at her lasciviously.
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Several hours later, Severus Snape was sprawled in a far corner of the room while Narcissa reclined on one edge of the mattress, shaking her head. “I still say we should use Ennervate upon him, Lucius. It’s not yet midnight,” she complained.

Lucius propped himself up on one elbow beside her, his blue-grey eyes resting upon her humorously. “We’ve already used it three times, Cissa – let him rest, he has classes tomorrow.” He drew a long fingertip down the curve of one breast. “I, on the other hand, choose the hours in which I make Cornelius Fudge wish he’d never been born. So if there’s anything else you’d like to play with now that your birthday gift is in an insensate heap…I suggest you do your worst.”

In response, Narcissa rose gracefully from the bed and plucked a candle from the air. “I intend to.” As the first splash of hot wax fell upon sculpted marble skin, a smile curved her beautiful lips. “Happy Birthday to me.”


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