Dinner With the Malfoys

Lucius Malfoy stared at me.

All throughout dinner, from my right at the table, he stared. Draco, on my left, murmured reassuringly and patted my thigh. But I was not reassured. I wished briefly, irrationally, that I hadn't left my wand in my cloak pocket.

After dessert had disappeared, Lucius lit a thin black cigarette, which caused Narcissa to sniff delicately from the foot of the table. Lucius looked at me and spoke quietly.

"Show me your breasts now."

Shocked, I couldn't speak for a moment. What on earth?

Lucius drawled coldly, "Oh, for Merlin's sake, girl, do get on with it".

"Y-you can't be serious!" I stuttered, stunned at the bizarre command. I looked at Draco, urging him to say something. He smiled at me a bit nervously and stood up. I thought for a moment he would argue with his father, but instead he leaned behind my chair to murmur in my ear, "Shh, it's alright. I'll help you." His hands stroked my shoulders.

Draco's smooth palms slid down my shoulders to my back. Before I realized what he was doing, he unzipped my evening dress and slid the straps and bodice down to my hips.

And then Lucius Malfoy was staring at me again, except this time I was bare before that intent gaze. I felt it, the heat of his stare on my naked flesh, like a heavy hand. Draco grasped my elbows firmly and held them against my body. Lucius leaned closer. Draco said, his voice calm, "Just let this happen, Patricia. Father is going to welcome you to the family, as it were." A ghost of his haughty drawl slipped through as he added, "You must prove that you're worthy to be a Malfoy, darling. I'll be right here."

So there was no support from that quarter. He'd pay for that later, damn him, I thought, then forgot Draco as Lucius looked at me. I met his cold grey eyes, and the gleam in them made a shiver run over me. He didn't miss this, of course. The thin smile returned to his lips. He crushed out his cigarette, eyes locked to mine. He suddenly reached out; I cried out as he clamped both my nipples between tight fingers. He pulled, forcefully, painfully, drawing me up and towards him. I stumbled into his embrace. His legs imprisoned me. His hands were a vise around my waist, and suddenly the wet heat of his mouth flamed around my right nipple.

A bolt of lightning shot through my body at the contact, from nipple to clit, and a hot ache swelled in my sex. Lucius lifted me, suckling hard at my breast, and sat me on the edge of the table. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Narcissa, who had been watching silently throughout this scene of debauched 'seduction', rise and approach us. Lucius pushed my skirt up my thighs just as his wife flanked me and reached out her slender white fingers to cruelly twist a nipple. I sucked in air in a gasping cry; it made her laugh.

She pushed me down on the table. My legs dangled helplessly off the edge. Her husband impatiently tore my knickers off, and held my legs wide open for his wife to settle between. Draco, I saw peripherally, had pulled up a chair for his mother. I was being raped well-manneredly, at least. That was my last rational thought as Narcissa Malfoy bent to delicately lap at my cunny like a cat with a dish of cream.

To my shame, I came soon, very soon, under the sensuous ministrations of her feline tongue. I struggled a bit at first, but Lucius held me down and Draco murmured softly. I subsided. And then I moaned, long and low, when a long slender finger insinuated itself into me like a snake, and caressed me deep inside. Narcissa licked her tongue-tip up under the hood of my clit and lashed it against the bared, hypersensitive nub. Then she suckled it, oh so precisely, so carefully, so very exactly right, that I couldn't help myself. I shuddered; my hips undulated against her mouth; my spine arced and ecstasy swept over me in crashing waves, leaving me panting in its wake.

* * *

I gradually came to my senses, lying half-clothed on my back on the Malfoys' dining table. I wondered if this was truly happening. The edges of everything seemed too sharp, like a hallucination. Narcissa sitting composedly between my still-shaking knees, Draco gazing hotly at my body, Lucius still holding one of my arms. It was all too bright, too hard-edged. Narcissa saw me watching her. She smiled cruelly at me, and suddenly reached up and slapped my open, naked sex; my body jerked against my will. Witchbitch! I glared at her. Narcissa laughed at my reaction and said, "I suppose she'll do. She's no virgin, Draco, you realize. Have you had her, or is she simply a slut?"

Draco was a bit indignant as he returned, "Neither! She has an impeccable reputation, Mother, as I told you. She did have a lover before me, but I've waited patiently until Father could take her. As I've also told you. Now do stop being a perfect bitch, and welcome her to the family."

"Hmm! I've said she'll do, as long as your Father approves. As to welcome, I'm sure you'll be quite welcome here, Patricia, if you keep your place. You taste lovely. I'll taste you more deeply tomorrow, but for now the boys may have you." She laughed again, short and a bit wild, and swept out of the room.

I lay there wondering dazedly, what now?

'What now', apparently, was receiving the approval of my future father-in-law. Draco sat still, tense, watching. Lucius took his wife's former place between my legs. He lifted one of my feet to rest on Narcissa's chair, then gave the other foot to Draco to hold steady.

And then the bastard bunched his fists in the waist of my best dress and ripped it in half, letting the ruin fall to the floor beneath me, and looked hungrily at my body. I thought about kicking him, but I could only squirm, pinned by his cold grey eyes. That gaze was too intent, too predatory. It made me feel utterly naked and helpless. Like a fish laid on a platter, waiting to be devoured.

"How long has it been since she's had a man, Draco?" he asked. His hands busied themselves unfastening his robes.

"Two years," Draco answered casually. "I put a Chastity Belt Charm on her. The two of us have played with each other, of course, but we've never actually fucked. I saved that for you, Father."

He looked at me and smirked. Not a patch on your daddy's smirk, sweetie, I thought madly, but a lovely sneer anyway.

"Droit de seigneur, darling. Mother tests your virginity, Father takes it, and I get the leftovers. It's pureblood tradition, and I'm afraid the custom holds even if you're not strictly a virgin. The lord must spread his seed. We're quite feudal in some ways, you know," he said, his voice touched with irony.

His outrageous statement snapped me out of my daze. What? I was supposed to get pregnant? I tried to sit up, and managed some indignant sputters, but I was soon struck dumb again by the sight of Lucius' cock emerging from his now-open robes. It was immense. Truly, awesomely, magnificently, frighteningly huge. It stood up at an angle like some ancient priapic statue, the head shiny and tight-skinned and seeming as large as an apple. I admit that I screeched a bit in shock and anger, and immediately tried to wriggle off the table.

Draco stopped me neatly. Lucius grabbed my legs, and my struggles only succeeded in sliding me diagonally across the table, so that my legs dangled off one edge and my head off another. I'd doomed myself, and I realized it as soon as Draco grasped my jaw and forced it open. Upside-down, I saw him unzip and pull out his very, very rigid cock. It looked positively hungry. Draco's other hand circled the shaft, and I saw the purplish head up close, and then he pushed it into my mouth, and his voice said softly, "Suck it, Patricia. Suck it until I come." The hot bolt of lightning shot through me again at the sound of those words, and I began to suck him avidly. To hell with indignation, I wanted...

...Lucius' blunt cockhead pressed fiercely against the tight opening to my sex, and the force of it made me whine. Draco panted tightly as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth, "Yes, Father! Take her! Gods, yes, take her! Ah..."

Lucius pushed harder. I opened my legs, my body betraying me again, and I tilted my hips up to give his monstrous phallus entry. I wanted it, all of it; I had to feel it. I was mad with lust.

Lucius' cock forced my cunt open and plunged into my depths just as Draco began to pulse his hot climax into my mouth. I swallowed the first hot, salty, delicious spurt. Cocks filled me end-to-end, splitting me open. I was moaning around Draco's prick; I nursed on it. Lucius drew his gargantuan organ halfway out of me, and then sliced it in again so far it hurt. I screamed out in muffled sounds of ecstasy and pain. I suckled Draco harder, hoping it would anchor me against the pounding thrusts from below that were shaking my body.

But Draco pulled out of my mouth and backed away. He watched impassively as his father impaled me on the biggest, hardest cock I had ever imagined.

Oh, Lucius raped me all right that evening! I may have been shocked and confused; I may not have protested enough; I may have submitted to his wife's shocking liberties and his son's familiar demands; but I don't think I'd have *chosen* to let Lucius Malfoy take me as he did. They had wands, and servants; and there were three of them. I submitted because I had to.

Yet I adored it, too.

That cock was a foot long if it was an inch, and thick with it; and Lucius wielded it like a weapon. He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders. He grasped my thighs tightly to hold me in place. He bent over me and folded my body in half by the sheer weight of his own; and then, oh, he fucked me. He sawed that massive tree-length in and out of me like the battering ram it was. And Merlin help me, willing or no, hurt or no, rape or no, I loved it. How I loved it! The careless violence of it, the very pain. My helplessness. The sheer physical sensation of being impaled, invaded, stretched, split, sundered wide.

Of course I came.

I came screaming and shuddering, helpless in the throes of an orgasm that cramped my entire body. I allowed Lucius Malfoy to viciously rape me with his archangel's cock, and I loved every cruel thrust, and at the end I fainted dead away. At dinner. With the Malfoys.