Entertaining Amaranth

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Amaranth sat on her bed and stared out of the window. It was raining again, she let out a deep sigh, today was so unutterably boring!

She rolled over and glanced at the clock, she bit her lip, wondering how she could entertain herself for the next few days before her husband came home; it was only midday.

Her husband worked for the ministry of magic, Amaranth knew very little of his job, he was an unspeakable, so even she, his wife knew nothing of what transpired at his work.

Shivering, she got up to close the bedroom window that was half open, and noticed an owl soaring towards her , with a small surprise, she swung open the frame and allowed the creature to soar into her bedroom.
A thick piece of parchment rolled out onto her bed.
Amaranth opened it curiously, wandering who on earth could be contacting her on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Mr and Mrs Black,

You are cordially invited to attend Master Malfoy’s graduation celebration this evening.

Yours sincerely

Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy.”

Amaranth felt a rush of irritation towards her husband; should she attend the party alone or not attend at all? She couldn’t decide what would be more humiliating…

* * *

The mansion was more imposing than Amaranth remembered, It rose up into the night sky above the vast garden seemed to stretch on for acres in front of her, littered with expensive looking statues and expertly kept shrubs.
Lamplights glittered on each side of her, calming her nerves a little as she held the pleats of her red silk dress above the cobblestone pathway.
As she approached the doorway, she noticed with a twinge of mortification that everyone else had brought their partners, she swallowed a lump in her throat and thought of quickly escaping back home before anyone noticed her.

“Ammy!” Narcissa’s voice shrilled though the night air, Amaranth felt her face flush as several people turned to stare at her standing alone with no husband beside her.

Narcissa swept across the entrance hall and embraced her cousin with as much warmth as she could muster (which was a swift collision of cheekbones in a fake kiss)
“How have you been my dear? Come in, let the house elf take your coat.”
Narcissa thrust her cousins coat at a nearby cowering house elf and Amaranth allowed herself to be swept straight into the middle of the hall where, to her horror, Narcissa began loudly introducing her as the cousin without an escort for the evening.

Amaranth stood outside, she guessed it must be about midnight by now, her head was fuzzy from champagne, and she had talked herself hoarse as Narcissa had insisted on introducing her to everybody, even family members she was unaware she had.
She sighed gently and sipped from her glass, she had lost count of the amount she had drunk now, she had assumed the alcohol would give her the confidence she lacked for not having her husband present, she was wrong.

She looked up at the stars, they blazed brightly under a full moon, without much thought she decided to take a walk in the grounds, deciding it might clear her head in time for another round of tedious banter with the other wives.
She headed along a small stone path to a secluded courtyard a little way down from the manner, to her surprise the gate was wide open, she went in and placed herself across one of the benches, not caring if anyone saw her lounging.

For a while she sat in silence, watching the ripples of a nearby fountain glint in the moonlight, when suddenly a voice broke the silence making her jump.

“ I see I am not the only person to find such occasions unspeakably dull.” The speaker was male, but nowhere to be seen.

Amaranth sat up suddenly, confused, wandering if she had drunk too much.

Then a figure appeared from behind a large hedge, Amaranth felt a slight shock of excitement pass over her.

He was incredibly handsome, with delicately paled skin, and steely gray eyes, he stood watching her intensely, with a fox-like smile on his face, and a smart cane in his hand.

She recognized him straight away, it was Lucius Malfoy, her cousins husband.

Amaranth felt her face burn in spite of herself under his gaze, she was glad it was dark, her heart began to beat faster, what was he doing out here alone?

She voiced her thoughts out loud, instantly feeling rude and stupid for doing so.

He tipped his elegant head to one side and raised an eyebrow.

“ One could ask you the same question.” His voice was soft and charismatic.

Amaranth gripped her glass, unsure what to say without seeming rude to her host.

He moved toward her, his silver hair seemed to ripple in the moonlight and his cane rapped across the stone floor.

He sat down beside her, and smiled oddly before looking away in the distance.

“Alas, I am not one for such large gatherings”, he turned to look at her again, Amaranth felt her heart skip a beat as his eyes bored into hers, “ too much idle banter, and far too formal.”

She felt him move slightly closer to her, she sat still unable to move.

“I see no point in inviting guests if I can’t get to know them any better than their titles.” He said softly.

He was less than an inch from her now; she felt a sudden fear rise up in her; his gaze was suddenly so predatory.

She held her breath, her heart was hammering, was he going try what she thought he was going to try?
His eyes were suddenly drifting across her body and over her breasts, a smirk played about his lips.

She gripped the seat; he was going to try it!

“Where is your husband?” he asked, she could smell his body now, it was musky and scented with delicate fragrances, there was firewhiskey on his breath.

Suddenly he slid his arm round her waist and pulled her body up against his, before she could react she felt his hand up her skirt and his tongue down her throat.
She squirmed as his fingers reached inside her knickers and began to stimulate her, his tongue was now tracing along her neck.

He was breathing heavily, whispering erotic notions in her ear, as she pulled her dress down and exposed her breasts to the night air.

Utterly overcome, Amaranth could only gasp as his slender fingers worked their way inside her, teasing her expertly, making her nipples hard and her breath shallow.

She began to moan as he pulled his fingers back, before pushing them in again with expert purpose, she felt wetness flow over his knuckles and let out a soft moan.
Oh god how good this felt! She hadn’t been pleased like this for ages!

He pleasured her intently, her underwear was now damp as his fingers greedily forced their way inside her, she tensed, feeling an orgasm build up inside her.

But before she could release it, he withdrew his hand from her skirt.
She looked up, into his gray eyes; they glittered, he watched her from an unreadable expression.
Every part of her ached for more, she panted, and pleaded him to fuck her.

He corners of his mouth twitched, but he said nothing.
He pulled her waist till she lay flat on the bench, she looked up at the stars, and felt his tongue slide itself in-between her legs.

She moaned out loud in excitement, the champagne glass shattered against the floor as she lost grip on it, she squirmed, feeling his tongue write across her wetness, she felt her juices flow she gasped as she felt him suck gently, her back arched and an electric orgasm spread throughout her body.

She closed her eyes for a second, her heart hammering.

“Bend over.” He murmured.

Feeling her face burn, she looked up to find him standing over her, tall and composed.

Without another word she did as she was told, there was a moment’s pause, she braced herself for his erection, but instead heard a sharp whistle meet the air; before she could turn round a quick pain broke out across her buttocks, she gasped, he was spanking her.

“Naughty girl.” He muttered, his voice now thick with passion.

“Yes Lucius.” She replied, suddenly shocked at herself.

The cane came into contact with her skin again, the sore ache became a fresh sting, she bit down on her lip to avoid crying out, it bled.

He spanked her for a few minutes, taking time to let the old pain drag out slightly before inflicting a new hurt., seeming to enjoy her pain with a satisfied smirk.

Eventually he stopped, before she could let out a breath of relief, his erection forced it’s way up inside her, she gasped loudly, he was largely endowed.

He proceeded to fuck her deep and hard, she felt herself tighten around his manhood with pleasure, her juices leaked over him and trickled down her legs.

He moved against her, his breathing strong and ragged, her body was aching for him, she moaned with pleasure, enjoying the sensation of being screwed with raw passion.

Breathing increased, skin sweated, their bodies moved in unison, then he bent over her, leaning his weight against her, almost robbing her of her breath, he groaned deeply as she felt his warm cum spread across her inner thighs.

For a moment all was still. Nothing could be heard except shallow breaths against a still night.

Then he got up and tucked himself back into his robes.
Amaranth wanted to lay there forever and savor her first real orgasm in years, but reluctantly, she slumped herself up onto the bench and rearranged her dress.

When she looked up Lucius was extending her a pale hand, his hair had been smoothed back into an elegant ponytail, he looked as poised as the moment she had first encountered him.

“I believe I have some guests to bid farewell to, shall we?” His expression was neutral except for his odd, slight smile.

Amaranth had no idea how to reply, her heart still pumping, she took his hand and was led form the courtyard back to the manner.

Seem I found something entertaining after all, she thought to herself.