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He bit down on her shoulder as he pushed his full length into her. She hissed and gripped the arm of the sofa tighter. It was glorious agony; each time, although embarrassingly wet, she was unready for his girth.
Greyback bit down a little harder not enough to break the skin but enough to let her know that her very life was, not in his hands, but between his teeth. He believed she liked knowing how easily he could kill her if he had the desire to do so. His animalistic tendencies are what drove her arousal for him.
Narcissa sighed as he removed his teeth from her shoulder. He began to move as he gripped her hips firmly but carefully as not to leave any mark that another man had been there. Her breath hitched in her throat as his manhood rubbed against the rough textured patch deep within her.
"Oh my God," she breathed out.
Greyback chuckled as he picked up the pace. Narcissa could feel the tension building between her legs as she was nearing her peak.
The great wolf would usually take his time and tease but this morning time was not their ally and he would have to finish quickly before Lucius returned.
He felt her walls clench so he knew she was close. He was nearing his release as well.
Suddenly, Narcissa felt him still and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming her release as she felt the small barbs on the shaft of his penis hit her most sensitive patch of skin. The wolf bit down on his tongue drawing blood so as not to howl out loud and wake the sleeping three year old down the hall.
Greyback wasn't unskilled nor clumsy in the art of making love but the barbs drove Narcissa over the edge.
He stepped back slightly his cock falling out with a slight plop. He placed a kiss on the small of her back before pulling up his pants and grabbing his torn shirt.
Narcissa stood and straighten her dress; she regarded him for a moment, he was a wolf, an alpha at that. He was tall, muscular and imposing. He was rugged; the antithesis to everything she was and was raised to believe was inferior to her status as a pureblood. Everything about him screamed animal; even the way he fucked was animal and the young woman couldn't get enough. She craved it.
He came to her pulling her against him and placing a searing kiss onto her lips. Acting on instinct, she parted her lips allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Needing air, he reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead against hers.
She sighed, "it's been too long." Narcissa wrapped her arms around his waist.
"I know. You didn't owl until yesterday, you needed a good fuck I suppose," he roughly grabbed her by her arms pushing her away.
She closed her eyes to keep tears from spilling over.
Opening her eyes she found him with his back to her.
"You know it's not like that Fenrir."
He turned to face her, "then explain it to me Narcissa. I come here when you call. We sit around, we may talk then we fuck and I leave," his tone was harsh as he approached her.
"What do you want me to do?"
He looked down at her, "what you should have done. I asked you to marry me and come with me. Why? Why Lucius?" he whispered the question.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks now, "you know why. I shouldn't have to explain this to you. You were there when Andromeda ran off with that muggle."
"The family name would not have survived another scandal," she neared him closing in the distance. She needed him to understand. "I assure you, I wanted to marry you and I was going to tell my parents. I was going to tell them tradition be damned! But," she sighed, "It would have killed Mother" she sighed once again sitting on the small sofa, "I couldn't put that kind of pressure on Bella."
"It was bad enough for us when Andromeda ran off."
"Excuses," he hissed causing Narcissa to shudder at the venom dripping from that one word.
He needed to leave; tears threatening to fall over were blurring his vision. His weakness, his love for her, was causing a fresh wave of anger to wash over him.
He turned around in a circle frustrated.
"Fenrir, please, try to understand. Everything I did was out of obligation to my family."
He looked at her as if confused, "so marrying Lucius and bearing his son was an obligation?" He laughed but there was no mirth in the sound that left his lips.
"Really, you expect me to accept that?"
She grabbed his arms trying to pull him close but was roughly pushed away.
"I don't expect you to understand."
"No you wouldn't expect a beast like me to understand, right? I'm just a dumb wolf, an animal," he snatched his jacket from the floor.
Once again she tried to grab his arm and prevent him from leaving.
"Don't touch me; I wouldn't want you to get your hands dirty."
He grabbed a handful of floo powder before stepping into the fire place.
She stood in front of him; tears staining her cheeks, "please; can we meet somewhere tomorrow and talk?"
He paused and looked her over. Narcissa took the pregnant pause as hope that his imminent departure wasn't a sign of this, whatever one would characterize 'this' as, as the end.
"No."
That single word sliced through her and she gasped. "What?" she whispered; surely she had heard incorrectly.
"No, Narcissa. Not this time; never again. Go back to your husband and your…duties," he dropped the floo powder vanishing in a green flame.
She gripped her chest and slowly sank to the floor. Her breathing was uneven; she began to take deep breaths trying to calm herself and keep the panic attack that was threatening to surface at bay.
The young mother sat taking in a deep breath and holding it for a few seconds before releasing it into the room. She glanced at the clock over in the corner. It was almost noon Lucius would be home soon for lunch. Plus, she needed to check on Draco although he was in the care of Dorie, her personal house elf.
Standing, she straightened her dress and made her way down the hall to the nursery. She looked in at Draco to find the toddler still asleep. She chuckled to herself; him sleeping all morning meant that he would keep her up all night which she didn't mind. The toddler's constant interruptions through the night were the perfect excuse to wiggle her way out of having sex with her husband. She didn't think she could handle two men in one day.
Hurriedly, she made her way into her bedroom and immediately began to undress. She smelled like sex and she needed to wash away the semen that had leaked out and coated her inner thighs.
Narcissa showered and was sitting at her vanity putting on a fresh face when Dobby appeared.
"Master is here Mistress. He's in sun room having hes lunch," he cowered low afraid of being hit. Narcissa dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
She rose and gave herself a once over in the full length mirror before heading downstairs to the sun room.
When she entered Lucius looked up from his paper, "ah, I was afraid I would be having lunch alone."
He rose; she smiled and placed a kiss on his lips. Lucius pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. She repressed the urge to recoil at the sudden and forceful entry of his tongue into her mouth. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him away.
She faked a laugh, "save something for later." He kissed the tip of her nose.
"Of course," he lightly patted her bottom before pulling out the chair opposite him.
He returned to his chair and picked up the Daily Prophet.
"How was your day, Lucius?"
He sighed, "dreadful; from what I hear around the Ministry the wolves want their full rights," he said folding the Prophet and placing it beside his plate. The young man picked up the New York Times and began to read an article on finance.
"What do you mean?" Narcissa asked placing a biscuit and some fruit on her plate.
Lucius continued to skim through the article.
"Apparently, the pack leader or head dog or whatever their called wants to meet with the Minister," he placed the paper in his lap momentary and furrowed his brow as if in deep thought.
"I think his name is Francis, Frank or Feniss Silverback something of the like. Obviously, something of no significance."
"Fenrir," she stated quietly, "Fenrir Greyback."
He snapped his fingers, "that's it." He brought the paper back up in front of his face before placing it back onto his lap looking at her. "How did you know?"
She picked up some jam on her knife feigning ignorance, "know what dear?"
"His name."
She looked up at him, "you know us women do talk about more than children and the latest fashion trends."
He chuckled and returned to his article.
"Do you think they will grant them their rights?"
He closed the Times, folded it and placed it onto the Prophet.
"No, as a matter of fact dear I will personally make it my mission that they don't."
Her heart clinched in her chest; she knew how much Fenrir wanted rights and acknowledgement for his kind.
"Why?"
Lucius looked up from his plate, "what do you mean, 'why?' They are beasts, Narcissa. Do you really want them going to school with Draco someday or wondering around Diagon Alley?"
"Well, they are human they just have a condition. It is widely known that wolves that are born can control when they change."
"Still, I do not want them wondering around freely. They have the woods to wonder in what more do they want?"
"Respect, decency, Lucius, that is not too much to ask for; they want to be regarded as more than mere animals."
Narcissa jumped startled at the sound of Lucius dropping his fork onto his plate in anger.
"They are animals! Besides why do you care so much, next you'll be out demanding equal rights for giants, elves and the like."
"That's not what I meant dear. But," she paused, "would it be so bad to accept them as equals? What harm would come from acknowledging wolves, elves and muggles, those who can perform magic of course, as equals?"
"So, you are willing to disregard tradition, our way of life?"
"Well, sometimes traditions are just what they are traditions; things of the past. I mean, during school, the Lily Evans girl, she was a mug…"
He hissed, "don't speak that name in my presence," she recoiled slightly at his tone.
She placed her hands in her lap and gripped her thighs to try and stop the shaking.
Lucius silently regarded his wife for a moment. Surely, he hadn't heard correctly. He slowly rose from his chair and made his way to her.
Narcissa stared at him as he towered over her.
She felt the blow rather than saw it as Lucius' palm made contact with her cheek. The force snapped her head to the side.
He leaned down gripping the sides of her chair his face mere inches from hers. Naricssa continued to stare at him; she was too afraid to cup her cheek.
"Should I be concerned? Is this the kind of filth you are putting into our son's head?"
She was silent. He grabbed hold of her chin causing her to gasp.
"When I ask a question I do expect an answer."
"No," she whispered.
He released her chin and stood upright.
"Good because I would hate to remove Draco from your care especially, with him being so young."
He returned to his seat and placed the linen napkin onto his lap.
"Fudge, the new Minister of Magic, and his walrus of a wife will be over for dinner later on this evening," he caught her eye. "I will hear none of this rights' for inferiors talk ever again. Do I make myself clear?"
She nodded. He quirked an eyebrow.
"No, I will speak no more of it," she quickly answered.
"Good."
"I apologize," she whispered.
"No matter; all is forgiven."
Lucius picked up his fork and resumed eating his lunch. She stared at him; she wanted to cry, she wanted to hit him, curse him do something but decided against such an action.
She mimicked his action and returned to the food in front of her.
Inwardly, she sighed; she would need to coordinate with the house elves on dinner and find a suitable outfit for tonight.