Nerdykitten07: Broken (Lisa/Lucius, NC-17)
Her child only smiled and gave his young mother a tight hug. He rested on her shoulder and soon she could feel his steady breath against her neck and the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat against her chest. Smiling contently, she carried her son to his bedroom and carefully laid him on his large bed. Lisa pulled the down comforter up to the small boys chin, sitting down on the edge of the bed. As she ran her hand through his pale blond hair, a large hand came to rest on her shoulder and she heard a smooth, deep voice say, "Finally exhausted?"
Nodding, she stood and turned to face her husband. "I thought he would never tire."
"And yet, there he lies before us, dearest," her husband said, running long, pale fingers through her hair.
"Mmm, yes," she said, leaning her head into her husband's hands. "But you do need to put the charms back up."
"What was it this time?" the tall man asked, taking his wife's hand and leading her out into the hallway towards their bedroom.
"Your father's crystal serpent. The one you keep on the top shelf in your study."
"He is learning quickly. He will make a fine wizard," he said, shutting the door behind them.
Lisa stepped further into the room, close to the large bed in the center, and began to remove her dressing gown. "They both will," she said, referring to their second child, growing within her. "Like their father."
Her husband strode across the room and slid Lisa's robe from her shoulders. "I thought you were to be resting today." He reached his arm around her and caressed her stomach as his lips found their way to her neck. She as only a few months pregnant, and her stomach had only swollen just a bit, but Lucius Malfoy was doing everything possible to keep his children and young wife, barely older than his firstborn, safe.
"Lucius," the young Mrs. Malfoy said, trying to hold onto an annoyed tone, but his name turned into a low moan as her husband nipped a sensual trail down her neck and he moved his hands up to caress her breasts. "I'm pregnant, not dying."
Nothing was said in reply, Lucius just continued to knead Lisa's breasts through her silk nightdress, tweaking her nipples into taught peaks, biting down sharply on her shoulder. Lisa inhaled sharply and moaned, bringing her hand up behind her to grip her husband's hair firmly in her hand. Growling into her skin, Lucius ran his tongue over the bite mark as it reddened. He moved his hands down to her waist and spun her around, claiming her mouth in a possessive kiss as he gathered her nightdress up in his large hands, lifting it up towards her chest and over her head.
When Lucius broke the kiss, Lisa emitted a sound resembling a whimper, and then shivered as her naked body was exposed to the chilly air. She quickly recaptured his lips and thrust her tongue past them as she made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and, lifting it up from his pants, briefly moved her hand to cup his swollen cock. Sliding his shirt off his shoulder and hearing it fall to the floor, Lisa ran her hands over Lucius' firm, defined chest and arm before moving them down to his belt, dragging her nails along his alabaster skin, enjoying the sound of his hiss against her lips.
It was her turn to hear him whimper, something she was never allowed to tell people he did, when she tore her mouth away from his and dropped to her knees. She wasted no time in unfastening his trousers and pulling them off his hips. Sitting back on her heels she admired her husbands naked form. Despite his age, Lucius Malfoy was well built with a strong chest and regal features on his face. The hair that everyone knew so well was still kept long, held back in a black silk ribbon when he left the house, and matched wonderfully with his skin. His pale skin was flawless, save for the reddening trails Lisa had created with her nails, and contrasted sharply with his cock, thick, long, and a deep shade of pink.
Lisa smirked up at her husband before taking the thick base of his shaft in one hand, stroking slowly as the other found his ball sac and her tongue eagerly ran over the pronounced head, licking away the salty pre-come from its slit. A hand found its way into the her dark hair and squeezed tightly as she wrapped her lips around his cock and pumped it in and out, stroking with her hand to make up for the length she couldn't reach.
Lucius moaned and his head fell back as Lisa gave one last tight squeeze to his cock and moved her hands to hold his hips, bobbing her head furiously. Humming as she moved her head she took pleasure in his pleasure, every moan driving her further.
"Soon, love. Very soon," Lucius moaned, gripping Lisa's hair forcefully as he thrust repeatedly in her mouth. Soon came quicker than either of them expected, Lucius crying out in a voice no one but Lisa knew as he came harshly down her throat. She swallowed and patiently waited for his spasms to subside before pulling back and kissing down his softening shaft. After she placed soft kisses on his hips, Lucius' hands left her hair and reached to her arms, pulling her up to her full height and pushing her back to sit on the bed. Then it was his turn to fall to his knees before his wife. Running his pale hands up her thighs, he reached his head up to kiss a trail from her stomach towards her breasts, taking her left nipple in his mouth. She arched her body towards him and he sucked on her pink flesh, his tongue running feverishly over her nub.
"Oh, Lucius," she moaned as his lips left the nipple with a quick bite and began the same ministrations on her other one. "Please, Lucius. Please."
"Patience, darling," her husband said, quieting her with a forceful kiss. As he kissed her, his hands moved closer to the apex of her thighs. She threw her head back, breaking the kiss, when his fingers grazed her clit. "Your pleasure will come in due time."
Lisa bit down on her lips to keep from moaning loudly when Lucius' hands left her center and his mouth replaced them, tongue eagerly exploring her wet folds. She couldn't hold it in any longer; she moaned a low, wanting moan and almost fell back on the bed. Catching and supporting herself with one hand, Lisa's other caught her husband's long, silky hair and she gently ran her nails over his scalp, taking in the sound he made and the feel of his head pressing into her hand with pleasure.
Lucius growled against his wife's center and grabbed her legs, pulling them over his shoulders, forcing Lisa to fall back on the bed and Lucius' tongue further inside her. She cried out loudly as she came in his mouth, ending her pleasure sooner than she had wanted. Being pregnant had made her sensitive to every touch, especially the intimate ones.
As her spasms and shudders faded away, Lucius loosened his grip on her thighs and took her legs down. He moved up her body and settled beside her, cupping a breast in his hand. She responded by claiming his lips, both of them tasting the mix of themselves, and reaching down to grab his cock, feeling his harden in her hands.
Lucius slid down off the bed, taking Lisa with and never breaking the kiss. He grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, moving to press her back against the wall as he entered her. Lisa hooked her ankles behind his buttocks and pulled him tighter inside her, her head falling forward onto his shoulder, her lips running up and down his neck.
Lucius tried to keep his thrusts slow and deep, to make her last, but he was soon pumping in and out of her wildly and mouthing at her neck. She cried out when he bit down on her shoulder, something he did often, but she was surprised by it every time. He tore them away from the wall and fell backwards onto the bed, Lisa on top of him. She wasted no time in moving her hips against him, straightening to sit up.
She closed her eyes and felt him rub over her breasts and stomach as she rode him. It was a well-choreographed dance. After dinner, Lisa would tend to Abraxas, their son, while Lucius returned to his study to work. He would emerge when it was Abraxas' bedtime and help his young wife put him to sleep before leading her to the bedroom. No matter how it started, the sex would always end the same way: Lisa on top, their bodies covered in sweat, moaning loudly.
He came, and so did she, then they collapsed onto the pillows. Pulling out of her, Lucius kissed her soundly, then rolled over and fell into a deep sleep. For Lisa, sleep didn't come as easy. Despite being exhausted, she thought about what her life had become.
The end of the way had come sooner than anyone thought, the end what no one expected. Voldemort won, and Harry Potter was dead. All those not loyal to the Dark Lord, Lisa included, were sold to those who were. Lisa's captivity had been different than most. Narcissa died of illness early on, and Lucius became lonely. He spent more and more time in Lisa's chambers and gradually, feeling developed. He married her when she became pregnant, and their routine began. Lisa didn't understand the feelings they had for each other. He claimed to love her, but she didn't know for sure. He could seem kind and caring one moment, cold and heartless the next. She knew she didn't love him, but she held respect and admiration for him. He was a powerful leader in the Wizarding World and took care of her, and she was grateful. She chuckled softly to herself as she listened to her husband's steady breathing. He was always watching over her, taking care of her, acting as if she might break.
Smiling sadly, she looked at the Mark burned into her arm and realized she couldn't be broken. She already was. She'd been broken long ago.
Nodding, she stood and turned to face her husband. "I thought he would never tire."
"And yet, there he lies before us, dearest," her husband said, running long, pale fingers through her hair.
"Mmm, yes," she said, leaning her head into her husband's hands. "But you do need to put the charms back up."
"What was it this time?" the tall man asked, taking his wife's hand and leading her out into the hallway towards their bedroom.
"Your father's crystal serpent. The one you keep on the top shelf in your study."
"He is learning quickly. He will make a fine wizard," he said, shutting the door behind them.
Lisa stepped further into the room, close to the large bed in the center, and began to remove her dressing gown. "They both will," she said, referring to their second child, growing within her. "Like their father."
Her husband strode across the room and slid Lisa's robe from her shoulders. "I thought you were to be resting today." He reached his arm around her and caressed her stomach as his lips found their way to her neck. She as only a few months pregnant, and her stomach had only swollen just a bit, but Lucius Malfoy was doing everything possible to keep his children and young wife, barely older than his firstborn, safe.
"Lucius," the young Mrs. Malfoy said, trying to hold onto an annoyed tone, but his name turned into a low moan as her husband nipped a sensual trail down her neck and he moved his hands up to caress her breasts. "I'm pregnant, not dying."
Nothing was said in reply, Lucius just continued to knead Lisa's breasts through her silk nightdress, tweaking her nipples into taught peaks, biting down sharply on her shoulder. Lisa inhaled sharply and moaned, bringing her hand up behind her to grip her husband's hair firmly in her hand. Growling into her skin, Lucius ran his tongue over the bite mark as it reddened. He moved his hands down to her waist and spun her around, claiming her mouth in a possessive kiss as he gathered her nightdress up in his large hands, lifting it up towards her chest and over her head.
When Lucius broke the kiss, Lisa emitted a sound resembling a whimper, and then shivered as her naked body was exposed to the chilly air. She quickly recaptured his lips and thrust her tongue past them as she made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and, lifting it up from his pants, briefly moved her hand to cup his swollen cock. Sliding his shirt off his shoulder and hearing it fall to the floor, Lisa ran her hands over Lucius' firm, defined chest and arm before moving them down to his belt, dragging her nails along his alabaster skin, enjoying the sound of his hiss against her lips.
It was her turn to hear him whimper, something she was never allowed to tell people he did, when she tore her mouth away from his and dropped to her knees. She wasted no time in unfastening his trousers and pulling them off his hips. Sitting back on her heels she admired her husbands naked form. Despite his age, Lucius Malfoy was well built with a strong chest and regal features on his face. The hair that everyone knew so well was still kept long, held back in a black silk ribbon when he left the house, and matched wonderfully with his skin. His pale skin was flawless, save for the reddening trails Lisa had created with her nails, and contrasted sharply with his cock, thick, long, and a deep shade of pink.
Lisa smirked up at her husband before taking the thick base of his shaft in one hand, stroking slowly as the other found his ball sac and her tongue eagerly ran over the pronounced head, licking away the salty pre-come from its slit. A hand found its way into the her dark hair and squeezed tightly as she wrapped her lips around his cock and pumped it in and out, stroking with her hand to make up for the length she couldn't reach.
Lucius moaned and his head fell back as Lisa gave one last tight squeeze to his cock and moved her hands to hold his hips, bobbing her head furiously. Humming as she moved her head she took pleasure in his pleasure, every moan driving her further.
"Soon, love. Very soon," Lucius moaned, gripping Lisa's hair forcefully as he thrust repeatedly in her mouth. Soon came quicker than either of them expected, Lucius crying out in a voice no one but Lisa knew as he came harshly down her throat. She swallowed and patiently waited for his spasms to subside before pulling back and kissing down his softening shaft. After she placed soft kisses on his hips, Lucius' hands left her hair and reached to her arms, pulling her up to her full height and pushing her back to sit on the bed. Then it was his turn to fall to his knees before his wife. Running his pale hands up her thighs, he reached his head up to kiss a trail from her stomach towards her breasts, taking her left nipple in his mouth. She arched her body towards him and he sucked on her pink flesh, his tongue running feverishly over her nub.
"Oh, Lucius," she moaned as his lips left the nipple with a quick bite and began the same ministrations on her other one. "Please, Lucius. Please."
"Patience, darling," her husband said, quieting her with a forceful kiss. As he kissed her, his hands moved closer to the apex of her thighs. She threw her head back, breaking the kiss, when his fingers grazed her clit. "Your pleasure will come in due time."
Lisa bit down on her lips to keep from moaning loudly when Lucius' hands left her center and his mouth replaced them, tongue eagerly exploring her wet folds. She couldn't hold it in any longer; she moaned a low, wanting moan and almost fell back on the bed. Catching and supporting herself with one hand, Lisa's other caught her husband's long, silky hair and she gently ran her nails over his scalp, taking in the sound he made and the feel of his head pressing into her hand with pleasure.
Lucius growled against his wife's center and grabbed her legs, pulling them over his shoulders, forcing Lisa to fall back on the bed and Lucius' tongue further inside her. She cried out loudly as she came in his mouth, ending her pleasure sooner than she had wanted. Being pregnant had made her sensitive to every touch, especially the intimate ones.
As her spasms and shudders faded away, Lucius loosened his grip on her thighs and took her legs down. He moved up her body and settled beside her, cupping a breast in his hand. She responded by claiming his lips, both of them tasting the mix of themselves, and reaching down to grab his cock, feeling his harden in her hands.
Lucius slid down off the bed, taking Lisa with and never breaking the kiss. He grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, moving to press her back against the wall as he entered her. Lisa hooked her ankles behind his buttocks and pulled him tighter inside her, her head falling forward onto his shoulder, her lips running up and down his neck.
Lucius tried to keep his thrusts slow and deep, to make her last, but he was soon pumping in and out of her wildly and mouthing at her neck. She cried out when he bit down on her shoulder, something he did often, but she was surprised by it every time. He tore them away from the wall and fell backwards onto the bed, Lisa on top of him. She wasted no time in moving her hips against him, straightening to sit up.
She closed her eyes and felt him rub over her breasts and stomach as she rode him. It was a well-choreographed dance. After dinner, Lisa would tend to Abraxas, their son, while Lucius returned to his study to work. He would emerge when it was Abraxas' bedtime and help his young wife put him to sleep before leading her to the bedroom. No matter how it started, the sex would always end the same way: Lisa on top, their bodies covered in sweat, moaning loudly.
He came, and so did she, then they collapsed onto the pillows. Pulling out of her, Lucius kissed her soundly, then rolled over and fell into a deep sleep. For Lisa, sleep didn't come as easy. Despite being exhausted, she thought about what her life had become.
The end of the way had come sooner than anyone thought, the end what no one expected. Voldemort won, and Harry Potter was dead. All those not loyal to the Dark Lord, Lisa included, were sold to those who were. Lisa's captivity had been different than most. Narcissa died of illness early on, and Lucius became lonely. He spent more and more time in Lisa's chambers and gradually, feeling developed. He married her when she became pregnant, and their routine began. Lisa didn't understand the feelings they had for each other. He claimed to love her, but she didn't know for sure. He could seem kind and caring one moment, cold and heartless the next. She knew she didn't love him, but she held respect and admiration for him. He was a powerful leader in the Wizarding World and took care of her, and she was grateful. She chuckled softly to herself as she listened to her husband's steady breathing. He was always watching over her, taking care of her, acting as if she might break.
Smiling sadly, she looked at the Mark burned into her arm and realized she couldn't be broken. She already was. She'd been broken long ago.