Care For a Spot of Tea?

I do love oneshots about hot, wet, messy sex between Lucius and Narcissa...but there just ins't that much of it...I'll have to remedy that.

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Narcissa hummed to herself as she strolled along the garden path. The winter blossoms were in full bloom at Malfoy Manor, and she was taking advantage of a beautiful stroll. She pulled her cloak tighter around her as the wind picked up, and shivered slightly. She was looking for a few blossoms to put in her parlor to spruce the place up a bit…the Manor could get a bit drab in the winter.

Narcissa smiled as she spotted her goal. Large silvery-violet roses seemed to call her over with their heavy heads, and curvaceous leaves. She retrieved her wand from her sleeve, and magically snipped several roses to take with her. She also retrieved some beautiful silver, yet tiny, flowers that resembled Baby’s Breath flowers, and added to her collection. She smiled as she passed the Moon Flowers, a beautifully tropical looking flower with bright blue and orange petals. She clipped one of the flowers at the peak of its bloom, and tucked it behind her ear. With her flowers in tow, she headed back up the stone path to the elegant and sprawling Manor.

She entered through the garden-side door, and set her flowers down to remove her cloak.

“Need help removing that?” came a deep voice behind her. She jumped, and turned around.

“Lucius! You sneaky git! You nearly scared me half to death!” she gasped, and huffed indignantly. “And no, I do not need help taking off my cloak.” She said, and draped the thick cloak on the cloak rack near the door.

A slight smile graced the lips of the blonde aristocrat. His wife looked absolutely ravishing. She was wearing a close cut, but lightweight winter dress that clung to just the right spots, and flared out at the hips. He did enjoy when she wore heels, and she had chosen some closed-toed spiky little things to walk around in. And the flower behind her ear made her look like a beautiful garden nymph. He’d have to mention that as he fucked her later.

“Hello? Are you in there?” Narcissa asked, pulling him out of his reverie.

“What?” he asked, and gently reached out to tuck a stray wind-swept strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I was just admiring how positively beautiful you are.” He said softly. She smiled.

“You know…to be one of the most feared men in England, you say some of the sweetest things.” She said, and leaned in to his caress.

“I only scare those I have to. You, my dear, I don’t have to scare. Not that I could, mind you.” He said, and spread his palm over her thin cheek.

“How was…work…last night?.” She said, breaking from his touch and heading towards the kitchen to make herself some tea. She heard her husband’s boots clicking against the floor as he followed her.

“Just an average night, my inquisitive kitten. Threw a few hexes, killed a few Muggles…the usual.” He said. “Oh, and your sister is fucking crazy.” He said, adding the last bit as an afterthought. Narcissa laughed softly.

“What finally brought you into the light?” she asked, reaching up into a cabinet to retrieve a tea kettle. A small elf appeared with a pop.

“Does the Mistress need help with her tea?” the small creature asked. Narcissa looked at the thing absent-mindedly.

“Hmm? Oh yes, do be a dear and make chamomile, Fuzzy.” She said, and set down the kettle for the elf. “Master Lucius and I will be in the library once it’s done.” She said, and started out of the kitchen towards the family library.

The sheer number of books could make the Hogwarts library look like a magazine stand, and the variety couldn’t be matched in all of Europe. Some were…not quite legal, but then again that’s why they didn’t have them on display to everyone…

“She hacked off some Muggle woman’s head with a dagger, skinned off the face, left the faceless skull on a pike in the front yard, and magically stuck the face to the front door.” He said.

“Ah…Bella and her antics. If I recall correctly, she did that to our neighbor’s dog after it peed on her favorite doll.” Narcissa said, settling down onto the squishy sofa with a book she had been reading. “Threatened to do it to me if I didn’t give her my allowance for a month. I told father and he gave her the thrashing of her life…she couldn’t sit for hours…ah…the golden days…” she said softly, and opened the book. Lucius sat down beside his wife and shook his head.

“Sometimes I think even the Master tries not to miff her too much…” he said, and wrapped his arm around Narcissa’s shoulders, and pulled her close.

“Not now, Lu, I’m trying to read…” she said, and slapped her husband’s arm away.

“Now, now, Kitten, that wasn’t nice.” He said softly, leaning forward to blow softly in her ear. He knew it was a weakness of hers, and grinned openly when she shivered and lowered the book.

“Lucius Bane Malfoy…you are going to be the death of me…” she said softly, setting the book aside and leaving her head against the back of the sofa.

“Narcissa Isis Black Malfoy…you are an irresistible woman and I want to take you right here, right now on this sofa…” he said huskily in her ear.

“Wh…what about your father?” she asked, leaning against him. “I don’t fancy him walking in on us again. He gave me dirty looks for a week…” she said softly, trailing her hands over Lucius’ firm chest.

“He is out of town on business, and won’t be back until the day after tomorrow…” he said suggestively, and reached up to knead one of her breasts gently. A soft breath escaped her lips, and she reached up to touch his face.

To say that Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were pleasant to look at would be an understatement. Despite being incredibly intimidating, Lucius was a very handsome man.

He was tall, with a lean, yet muscular build and long, strong legs. His eyes were a piercing glacier blue that seemed to bore into peoples’ very soul. His hands were perfectly manicured, and his hair always smelled spicy and clean. Narcissa loved the smell of her husband. Especially right after a shower, when he would first apply his favorite sandalwood cologne. It was intoxicating for Narcissa.

And Lucius found his blonde wife to be equally desirable. Tall, slender, and well-behaved unless in the throes of passion, Narcissa was the perfect social wife. She knew all the right things to say, when to say them, and most importantly, when not to say them. She had not followed her husband in taking the Mark of the Death Eaters, but she supported him, and that satisfied the Master, and so him as well. Her eyes were a deep rich blue, almost navy in color, and her fine facial features fit perfectly into Lucius’ hands. So did her plump breasts, but that was another matter.

As Lucius squeezed and kneaded her breasts, Narcissa could feel gentle warmth spreading quickly to her crotch. It only magnified as Lucius leaned in to nibble at her earlobe. She whimpered softly, and squirmed in her seat.

“Are you getting wet for me, Kitten?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Drenching…” she groaned.

“Good…you’re going to need to be wet when I stuff my cock into that nice tight hole of yours…” he drawled softly. She felt his other hand gently hiking up the bottom of her dress, and then caressing her thigh. Her legs spread immediately for his hand, and she leaned her hips in as his fingers brushed against her satin covered sex. He could already feel a moist spot in the front her delicate knickers. “My dear…you’re going to ruin those pretty little underthings…you might want to take them off…” he whispered suggestively.

Narcissa stood, and grabbed the thin waistband of her panties and quickly pulled them down. She also made quick work of her dress, and tossed it aside, leaving her in nothing but a matching lacy bra. Lucius unfastened the lacy contraption, and quickly threw it across the room, letting her perky, plump breasts fall free. She settled herself on his lap, with a leg on each side of him, and pressed her moist crotch against his still clothed hips. He pulled her close into a heated kiss, and ground his hips against hers.

“Lucius…let’s play a game….” She whimpered gently. He laced his fingers through her hair and pulled her close for another kiss.

“What-” kiss “do-” kiss “you-” kiss “want-” kiss “to play?” he said, his words breaking between quick, hot kisses.

She broke away with an evil look on her face. “Master and slave?” she asked, gently unfastening the front of Lucius’ robes.

“Who’s the Master?” he asked, breathing hard. He could go either way. It had been a little while since she’d spanked him…and she was a very good spanker.

“Mistress, you mean.” She corrected, and began unbuttoning his shirt. He growled softly, and kissed her again.

“Would Mistress like her servant to Apparate them to her room?” he asked softly.

“That would be lovely, slave.” She said, and wrapped her arms around Lucius’ neck. Lucius disappeared with his wife, and reappeared in their bedroom.

“Fetch your collar, slave.” Narcissa ordered, with a firm tone, but a soft voice. Lucius stepped to his cherry-wood bedside table, and opened the first drawer. He pulled out a thick leather buckle collar. He walked back to Narcissa, and presented the trinket to her with a lowered head. She gently plucked the collar from his hand, and then sat on edge of the green damask bedspread of the large four-poster cherry-wood canopy bed. “I don’t want you clothed, my pet. I want you completely nude.”

Lucius made quick work of his clothes, and stood before his ‘Mistress’ completely naked.

“Come, pet, let me put on your collar.” She said. She put the thick, heavy leather around his neck, and tightened it to a bearable, but uncomfortable snugness. Lucius’ eyes could help but wonder to Narcissa’s plump and perfect breasts, and he stared at them the whole while she put on the collar. Narcissa noticed, and decided to punish her slave for his naughty staring. Her palm connected with his cheek in a stinging slap. “Now, now, pet. It isn’t polite to stare at Mistress’ breasts.” She said softly, noting how his cheek was turning delightfully pink.

“I wasn’t staring, Mistress.” He replied.

She slapped him again. “Lying? Now that just breaks my heart, pet.” She said. “You’ve just earned yourself a punishment. Fetch me the cane.” She said. Lucius shivered softly, and knelt at the large bed. He leaned under, and pulled out a long, flat box. He opened it to reveal several implements of punishment. Two canes, a leather strap, a wooden paddle, a braided grass whip, a cock ring, and a long, thin, flat piece of wood that Narcissa would sometimes use to spank his balls and cock without causing too much damage to the precious bits. “Also pull out the cock ring, the whip, and my favorite little Whacker.” She added, the last being her nickname for the wood used to spank his privates.

“Bamboo or rattan for the cane, Mistress?” Lucius asked, his hand faltering over the two canes. The rattan was less painful being of a swishy wood that gave a little as it struck skin. The bamboo, however, was unyielding, and left delightful little stripes over the backs of his thighs. He loved the bamboo, and mostly kept the rattan for when he was Master over Narcissa, as she had less of a threshold for pain than he.

“Bamboo, pet. You have been particularly naughty to have lied to Mistress.” She said.

He pulled the items from the box, closed said box, and pushed it back under the bed. He gathered the torturous items, and presented them to his mistress. She immediately adorned his pulsating member with the soft, but snug-fitting cock ring. She picked up the Whacker, and gave a few light taps to the tip of Lucius’ cock. He winced, but said nothing.

“Over the bed, pet, so I can stripe those handsome thighs of yours.” She said, taking the bamboo cane and giving it a test swish. Lucius obediently bent over the side of the bed, sticking his bottom out towards Narcissa. She tested the cane again, to get a feel for the light wooden cane, and then cracked it hard against the back of Lucius’ thighs. He took in a quick breath, but remained motionless against the bed. Narcissa let the cane fly against his thighs again, leaving another angry red stripe on his pale bottom.

Narcissa thoroughly enjoyed caning Lucius, and made sure her work reflected that. By the time she was through with his delightful ass, he had endured twenty stripes. The raised welts were concentrated on the backs of his thighs, a known tender spot, but a few had strayed up onto his bottom. Lucius was covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the exertion of keeping still and quiet.

“Stand, my little zebra…” she teased, and he stood, his loose blonde hair sticking to the sweat on his face. “My…you look absolutely fuckable…” she whispered, almost in awe.

“Thank you, Mistress.” Lucius said, his voice ever-so-slightly shaky. Narcissa, an unrelenting and sneaky Mistress, had never put down the Whacker. She then surprised her unfortunate slave by bringing down immediately on his cock. He yelped, and stepped back, bringing his hand to the injured appendage.

She looked at him disappointedly. “Tsk, tsk, my little whore.” She said, and pouted. “You know you aren’t allowed to make noises when I punish you. And you are definitely not allowed to touch yourself. I do believe another punishment is in order.” She added. She went to her own bedside table, and pulled out her spare wand. She had several hidden throughout the house should she ever be caught unawares. With a flick of her hand Lucius was immediately hoisted into the air by his wrists by an invisible force, leaving him dangling in front of her, in more ways than one. He was only a few inches off the ground, but his toes would not touch no matter how hard he might try to make them.

Narcissa fetched the whip from the bed. She was particularly fond of this toy. The whip, while being very painful, was made of braided grasses, and didn’t cut into the skin, which was a plus. Narcissa walked around her floating husband, and pulled back the whip. She brought it against his back with a whistling rage that gave her complete satisfaction. Lucius hissed loudly, but made no other sound. Narcissa watched as the stripe appeared right between his shoulder blades.

She whipped him with no mercy, landing countless stripes against his back in a criss-cross pattern. He made no noise, but his breathing was labored and shaky. Once she was finished, she dropped the whip, her own breathing rate increased. She used her wand to lower Lucius to his feet, but kept his hands firmly suspended above his head. She then dropped to her knees, and began to lick and suckle his engorged member.

Lucius practically held his breath to keep from groaning as she licked and sucked his cock with passionate fervor. She swallowed him completely, and used her tongue to bounce his balls. She pulled back, and kissed the head lovingly.

“M…m-Mistress….may I….c-come?” he asked, his hips involuntarily jerking as he tried to strain to orgasm.

“I suppose…since you asked nicely…but first, I want you to fuck me. Good and hard, mind you, and I’ll let you come.” She said, and carefully let Lucius’ arms free. She walked purposefully over to the bed, and laid down on her back, spread her legs, and beckoned Lucius over to her.

He quickly crossed the room, and climbed on to the bed, and quickly loomed over her. His swollen cock wept for a good hiding place, which he found in her hot, moist treasure cove. He immediately began a blindingly fast rhythm, holding her hips steady with his strong hands, and enjoying the groaning and squealing she was presently spurting. After a few minutes of the earth-shattering sex, she was pushed into a screaming orgasm, and dug her fingernails into his shoulder. He winced as she struck a stripe, but rode her through her orgasm, and slowed his rhythm expectantly. Narcissa summoned her wand to her wordlessly, and she poked the tip between them, and banished Lucius’ cock ring with a swish. She then tossed the wand aside as Lucius began to fuck her again.

His hips pounded her into the bed, and she held on for dear life as he fucked her senseless. She felt another orgasm building, and screeched again in orgasm, this time bringing her husband with her. He groaned loudly, and stiffened, spilling his seed deep inside her.

She fell back against the bed, and Lucius fell to her side, gasping for breath.

“Whoo! What a fun game…” she said, signaling the end of their role-play.

“Good gods, woman…were you mad at me? I won’t be on my back for a while…” Lucius said, gingerly rubbing the stripes he could reach.

“No…I just think those stripes are incredibly sexy.” She said, and grinned. She looked at her bedside table, and gave a soft ‘aww.’

“What?” Lucius asked.

“Bless her…look…Fuzzy brought the tea to our room. God only knows what the poor creature saw…” she said, and leaned over to pour herself a cup of tea. Still sitting in bed, she took a sip. “It’s good.” She said.

She looked over at her husband, and almost laughed. He was laying there, stripes on his back and thighs, sweat covering his face, looking at her like she had horns.

She grinned maliciously.

“Would you care for a spot of tea?”

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