Leo

“H-h-how do you want to do this?” Narcissa stammered, standing by the bed, as Lucius locked the door to his room. She had been looking forward to becoming a proper Malfoy for six months now; counted down the days when she and Lucius would finally be able to consummate their marriage and she produce an heir. Only now, doubts began to fill her heart. Anxieties about if she would be able to satisfy him so that he would stay with her... and not leave her like her sister had.... 

Lucius turned to face her, his hand slowly reaching out to touch her shoulders, before raising one up to cup her cheek. “We don’t have to do this tonight,” he murmured, his thumb caressing the skin just below her eye; his lips inching closer to hers as he gave her a light and quick kiss. “We can wait...” 

Narcissa shook her head fervently. “No. I-I want to do this... it’s just...” her voice trailed off as she felt a heaviness in her chest, finding it difficult to breathe for a moment. 

“Just what?” Lucius pressed, his forehead pressing against hers; one hand going up to stabilize her head while the other trailed down to her chest, pressing down on her heart beat. Narcissa closed her eyes out of embarrassment as she blushed, trying to keep her breathing even. After a moment, Lucius pushed her back—releasing her head—and forcing her to sit on the bed; she tried to speak to answer him, but found she could not, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. Lucius sat down beside her, one hand going up to brush away the tears. “You’re safe.” 

It was a simple word, but one that allowed her to finally break out of the trance that had a hold on her. “I am afraid... I will not be... satisfactory...” she mumbled. “And... Mother and Bella... they keep mentioning how painful it can be... Aunt Walburga on the other hand says I will enjoy it... “ 

Lucius silenced her with a quick kiss, making sure to hold it for a couple of heartbeats before releasing. “I cannot promise that it won’t be painful,” he murmured, cupping her jaw once more and gently turning her head. “What I can promise, is if you do not want to do this, I will stop. Until you want to continue.” His steel gaze bore into her brown one, it was both intimidating... but also, a bit reassuring. He wanted her to be comfortable, and for that she was glad. After a moment, Lucius placed a kiss on her cheek standing up and pulling his wand out of his sleeve to place it on the night stand next to his side of the bed. “Why don’t we undress each other?” 

“Alright,” Narcissa replied, standing up from the bed and approaching him. Her hands going up to unbutton his shirt first, fumbling a bit as anxiety once again began taking over. Lucius grasped her hand into his, his gaze once again boring into hers. “I’m-” 

“No,” he said firmly. “Don’t apologize.” As her tremors eased slightly, Narcissa was finally able to pull his shirt off his muscular chest; swallowing slightly as she gazed at his pale flesh. A grin appeared on his lips, and he slowly leaned down to kiss her lips. She moaned a bit, reciprocating as she immersed herself into each lock of the lips; her heart fluttering as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him; their lips breaking as he trailed down to her neck. His lips eliciting soft sighs as he slowly probed the velvety skin; he switched his methods between soft kisses, gentle licks and, when he was certain she would respond well, the occasional nips. He stopped at her clavicle, his teeth gently grazing her skin, all the while, his hands worked on the back of her dress. Slowly unfastening each button to allow himself more time. 

Narcissa’s breath hitched as his teeth grazed her skin; it was an odd sensation, but one that she could see herself revelling in; her eyes closing as her breath sped up a bit. She gasped, whimpering a bit as he reached a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. She could feel his lips form a smile as she tilted her head a bit more to give him better access.  

As Lucius finished unbuttoning her dress, his fingers grazed along the laces of her corset. “Let’s get this off first,” he mumbled, pulling down the offending green dress so she could step out of it once it reached the floor. Once she was out, his hands grazed across her the top of her voluptuous breasts; gently squeezing them. “Gorgeous,” he murmured, leaning down to gently place a kiss on top of the soft mounds. His fingers soon found the knots that held the laces in places; his deft fingers making short work of them as he started to kiss Narcissa once more; only just a tad rougher. 

Narcissa was taken a bit by surprise, her breath growing slightly ragged, but she returned it with just as much eagerness, trying to show him she was willing and eager. Lucius responded with a conceited smirk, snapping his fingers as continued kissing her. The laces her loosened and the busk popped open with ease, falling to the floor, leaving her in a white negligee. “Show-off,” she mumbled into the next kiss. 

“I’m just getting started,” Lucius growled his response, causing her to tense slightly and look up. When she saw his smile, though, she immediately relaxed; catching the next kiss as he waved his hand to move the covers back, shoving her down on the bed. Anticipation surging through her spine as Lucius rid himself of his trousers and pants, allowing her the chance to move back toward the pillows before he carefully climbed on top of her. His hand ever so slowly reaching up to caress her cheek as he leaned closer to her lips. “Ready?” 

A shiver went up her spine as he spoke, and she hesitantly nodded her response. “Y-yes,” she stuttered once more, blushing as she averted her eyes, only for them to land on his wrist where she noticed the black skull and snake imprinted on his skin.  

Lucius followed her gaze when he heard the subtle gasp. “What’s wrong?” 

“The Mark...” Narcissa murmured, nodding to his forearm as she got a better look of the snake and skull. It was the same one Bellatrix had, the one that meant you were in the inner-circle; that you were branded to eternal servitude to the Dark Lord.  

“It’s a mark of honour,” he reminded her, raising his hand to caress her cheek. It took every fibre in Narcissa’s body not to flinch at it this time; her mind flashing back to when her Father had raised his hand with a wand in hand. At his touch, though, she took a deep breath and relaxed, a gentle kiss locking to her lips. “Just like our marriage... just like this child we’re about to create... it’s for the greater good.”  

Narcissa’s eyes closed as he spoke between kisses, suppressing the twinge of doubt she felt as he continued speaking. Not only was her marriage considered respectable and honourable, it had been her best option for at least a cordial marriage; and, if she gave birth to a child by the end of the year, it would prove to the rest of society that she was not like her dead sister, nor like her eldest sister that neglected her duties.   

“Narcissa,” Lucius murmured, bringing Narcissa back to reality and to the present; his hand gently caressing her face; his steel gaze penetrating hers as if he were reaching down into her soul; making her tremble ever so slightly. “Do you trust me?” 

Narcissa took a shuddering breath and nodded, forcing herself to focus on his lips as he pecked her lips, slowly going down to her neck. His lips once again finding the sweet spot, her body tensing as she whimpered. “Lu....” 

“Yes?” Lucius replied, looking up from his ministrations. “Is there something wrong?” 

Narcissa shook her head, smiling a bit. “I just wanted to say your name.” 

Lucius smirked, going up to kiss her lips, before returning to his earlier location. He began sucking on her sweet spot, his fingers trailing down to the hem of her negligee, just above her knees; the fingertips gently teasing her skin as he slowly pulled the cloth higher, all the while continuing to increase the passion within each kiss. Breaking the kiss only when he was ready to pull off the silk garment and chuck it to the floor. 

Narcissa felt herself flush once more, vulnerability overcoming her as she instinctively tried to cover her exposed breasts, but he quickly grabbed her wrists. “No,” he commanded, releasing them a moment later. Her arms fell against the pillows as he started to cup her breast; his warm breath teasing her nipple as he gently blew on one, causing it to harden, sending shivers down her spine, her back arching slightly as he gently began sucking on the nub. After several moments, he moved to the other one and repeating. A tingling sensation began overwhelming her, and as if on instinct, her hands slowly intertwined with his golden locks, her long nails grazing the scalp as she began softly moaning. Lucius moved lower now, kissing her large breast, and moving lower to her stomach; her stomach rhythmically rising and falling as he reached her lower abdomen. 

Lucius smirked, teasing the skin, scrutinising each and every reaction, making a mental note of her most sensitive areas—particularly close to her naval—as he lowered himself further, his hand caressing the opening of her inner thighs. A ripple went up her skin as Narcissa gasped, her eyes fluttering as her breathing hitched again; broadening his smirk, Lucius leaned to her inner thigh and placed gentle kisses starting from her knee, and trailing them to the apex. 

Narcissa began trembling a bit, her jaw clenching as she stopped herself from speaking; but he noticed. Lucius crawled up a bit to place another kiss on her lips. “Tell me no,” he murmured, his gaze once again boring into hers. “I’ll stop.” 

“Continue,” she whispered, keeping an even gaze with his as her heart pounded. 

Lucius nodded, lowering his hand to her slick core; his finger teasing the folds of her entrance as he let one finger slide through the slit, trailing up until her found the memorable treasure. He leaned down, placing another kiss on her lips as he slowly began rubbing her clit, gradually adding pressure until he heard her gasping; her heart thudding against her chest as chills and tension spread across her body as he began rubbing more rhythmically, slowly increasing his pace; his kisses long and deep. 

As the tension built in her stomach, Lucius gave her one final kiss, before placing his head between her thighs. Confusion contorted her face for a brief moment, only to gasp as Lucius’s lips kissed her folds, his tongue flicking across her clit; sending a shivering jolt down her spine as he slowly began sucking, holding her thighs apart as she tried to clamp them shut around his head; her screams building into shrieks until the tension in her stomach reached its peak, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as bliss overwhelmed her senses. 

She was panting after a moment, and Lucius’s lips went to her neck, kissing each pulse point “Cissa?” he murmured, his hand going up to gently caress her cheek. “Darling?” 

“Hmm?” Narcissa moaned, her eyes finally fluttering open to look up into his face. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yes,” she whispered, barely able to nod as she recovered from the orgasm. 

“Good,” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Narcissa flinched a bit at the taste, turning her cheek as a metallic sourness overwhelmed her tastebuds. “What’s wrong?” 

“I do not like the taste,” she murmured nervously, keeping her gaze averted. 

Lucius nuzzled her neck, his breath tickling her skin and causing a shiver to run down her spine. He summoned his wand to his hand, conjuring some fire whiskey and a mint on the side table. He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and then took a swig of the whiskey; Narcissa turning on her side to study his body; his lean muscles glowing a bit in the firelight, a frown gracing her lips as she saw the Dark Mark on his forearm once more. Her mind drifting to the war. Reminder that even Lucius was under someone’s control. She averted her gaze, curling her body slightly as she shivered a bit; a cold feeling overcoming her body despite the warmth of the blaze. 

The bed shifted as Lucius laid down beside her, his hand going to her side, gently caressing the pale skin; goosebumps flaring up on her skin; his hand gliding up to palm her breast with a gentle squeeze. “What is it?” he asked, seeing the look on her face. 

“The war,” she murmured, nodding toward his arm. “How many nights will we have to fulfil our duties together should tonight fail?” 

“As many as we need,” he assured her, shifting his body a bit so that he was on top of her. “He knows how devoted we are to the cause, and part of that devotion comes from having children.” 

Narcissa’s breath hitched as her heart once again as Lucius leaned and gently kissed her lips. Narcissa gasped, moaning as the mint and fire mingled on her tastebuds; the kiss deepening as she pulled him closer. As they continued kissing, Lucius trailed his hand down to her wrist, guiding her hand to his shaft. “Rub your hand against it,” he whispered, continuing to kiss her. As she stroked his shaft, his breath began hitching and he moaned softly with each kiss; the shaft seeming to swell in her hand. His kisses trailed back to the sweet spot on her neck, eliciting soft moans from her, almost as if it were a song he also contributed to with his own vocals. 

He suddenly stopped, pulling her hand away from his shaft, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “I’ve done what I can to make this easier,” he murmured, his hands wondering down to her thighs, gently pulling them apart, before pulling her arms to wrap around his neck. “I just need you to relax now...” 

Narcissa took a breath, just before Lucius thrusted inside of her. The pain overwhelmed her for the briefest of moments as she bit back her cry; her body tensing as he stilled his movements, murmuring soft words in her ear as he placed gentle kisses on her neck and face. When she began relaxing once more, he thrusted deeper into her; and she found herself digging her nails into the skin of his shoulder blades, burying her face into his shoulder. 

“Here,” Lucius grunted, reaching behind her for a small pillow. Narcissa was confused about it for a moment, especially as he lifted her hips with one arm. “How’s that?” 

The slight elevation seemed to help with her discomfort slightly, but it was still painful. “Better,” she whispered, pulling his lips closer to her as he thrusted once more inside of her, not wanting to talk about her pain. They needed to get this done. 

“Good,” he whispered, his pace increasing. Narcissa’s voice began to crescendo, even if her pain did not abate as quickly as she would have liked; tears stinging in her eyes as she tried keep any sign of pain off of her face. His kisses and soothing words were the only things keeping her from breaking down in a heap of tears. 

Lucius’s groans and grunts became more guttural, his kisses more passionate— when he could manage them— until he finally reached orgasm, falling on top of her, his skin sticky from the perspiration. After a few moments, he pulled out of her, breathlessly rolling to his side. “Are you alright?” he asked.  

Narcissa nodded feebly, the pain finally subsiding from within her; an odd feeling settling over the pit of her stomach as well, and shivers running up and down her spine. “F-fine,” her teeth chattered Lucius was quick to wrap her in the sheets with him, summoning his wand as well and casting a spell on the blood that she had yet to notice until she saw his wand. “Sorry...” she whispered; a bit flushed with embarrassment. 

“Don’t be,” Lucius murmured, pulling her closer to him, and wrapping his arms tightly around her body. “A little blood means nothing. It’s to be expected even.” 

Narcissa smiled, snuggling into him a bit more. She did not know why, but she really needed to stay close to Lucius; his touch making her feel safe and relaxed. “I love you,” she murmured into his chest. 

“I love you as well,” he replied, placing a kiss on her head. 

 🦁

Lucius did not know how much time had gone by when he heard Narcissa’s whimpers next to him. Waving his wand, he lit the lamp next to him, Narcissa twitching in his grasp. “No!” she whimpered, her hand reaching for something. Lucius quickly grabbed it. “Father, no!” 

“Narcissa,” Lucius whispered, shaking her shoulder. “You’re dreaming.” When she didn’t wake, Lucius conjured a small bit of ice, and placed it on her shoulder. Gasping awake, she flinched, looking around the room, and crying out when she saw Lucius. “It’s alright,” he murmured, pulling her to his chest. “You’re safe. You’re safe. He can’t hurt you. He can’t hurt you...”  

He rubbed her back as he felt the tears in his chest. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, pulling back. “I’m sorry... I thought the nightmares would go away...”  

“When did they start?” Lucius inquired. 

“Not long after Adromeda left Hogwarts,” Narcissa murmured. “I had to take a sleeping potion to make sure I did not disturb anyone.” 

Lucius sighed, taking her hand into his, his hand slowly going down her arm, pausing as he realized odd texture in some areas. Holding the arm to the light, he noticed the faint scars of something puncturing her skin. “What are they?” he asked, noting how some were faint, practically healed, and others were still fresh. 

“Snake bites,” Narcissa whispered, shuddering. “Father’s favourite form of punishment onto me.... even if I did nothing.” 

“You’re never going back there,” Lucius declared, laying back down against the pillows, pulling her with him with one arm. “Ever. Clearly your Father has no regards for your safety.” His free hand then went to her stomach. “And, if tonight proves successful, I do not want him to give reason to an early labour. This is your home now.” 

Narcissa smiled, snuggling into him. “Thank you, Lu.” 

“Welcome,” he whispered, kissing her head and stroking her arm until they were both able to fall asleep once more.