Narcissa blinked at Iris several times. Iris shifted awkwardly. "You seriously don't know what sex is?"

"Uh. Should I?"

"You're sixteen. How could you possibly not know what it is?"

"Allow me to answer that for you," came a cold chilling voice behind her.

Iris turned and saw a . . . man didn't seem to be the right word. He was tall and thin, but his face was flat and chalk-colored. He had no nose, and his eyes were red; a sickening feeling filled her stomach and Iris swallowed a breath. She knew who it was; everybody did .That was You-Know-Who. She knew she should have assumed she'd see hi mat some point because she was engaged to a death eater, but it still shocked her.

He had a necklace on. It was of a red, the color of his eyes, hourglass. She narrowed her eyes and he stealthily, with long fingers, put it underneath his robes so she could only see the chain.

"Her mother knew this day would come but wanted to prevent it any way she knew how. She never discussed sex with her. At all."

But My lord, she must've felt aroused at some point. How could she not have discovered masturbation at least?"

"What's masturbation?"

"Her mother was very accomplished in potions," he said with a dark chuckle, red eyes travelling over her body. "She thusly gave her a potion to prevent her from feeling aroused."

"That's absolutely horrifying!" gasped Narcissa.

His eyes ticked to Narcissa and Iris folded her arms over her chest. "Don't fear us, Iris. You're one of us now; we're not as your mother described us, I am certain. I won't do anything not hurt you . . . Unless you deserve it. Follow my rules, and obey me, and we won't have any problems. If you, however, resist or disobey . . ."

He raised his wand. "Crucio," he stated.

Pain hit her hard; burned her bones and tore into her skin. She'd never been in more pain in her life. She fell to the ground and screamed, clutching at her hair and crying. The pain was unimaginable and more horrible than anything she'd ever felt.

The pain stopped.

She was on the grounds and she gasped, body shaking .She stood up shakily and wiped away her tears form her cheeks and twitched as she saw You-Know-Who smirking. She looked to Narcissa for comfort, but Narcissa merely smirked too.

"Do we have an understanding?"

Iris nodded.

"You asked a question?" Narcissa chimed.

"Uh, I don't think I did. I mostly screamed."

"Before, Darling. About masturbation and sex."

Iris nodded and let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "Yes."

"I think," said You-Know-Who, "that we shall educate the poor girl." he raised his wand but said nothing, just smirked and gleamed his eyes at her.

It was then she felt something-something new. Something she hadn't felt before. It was an odd warmth that tingled, on her vagina. She frowned as the warmth intensified, but frowned out of confusion as she thought the warmth felt nice in a way she couldn't' describe.

Narcissa grabbed her hand, leading her towards the table. "Sit on it dear."

Iris moved to sit in the chair, but Narcissa shook her head and gestured towards the table.

Her heart fluttered in her chest and her throat dried out of nervousness. You-Know-Who swished his wand again and the tingling intensified to the point her knees went weak for a moment. She stumbled, but Narcissa caught her. Narcissa helped her onto the table, where she sat with her knees over the edge, ankles swishing back and forth like she did when getting checked up at St Mungo's.

"Careful Narcissa. We don't want to scare her. Let us start slowly, yes?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"What's going on?"

Narcissa smiled sweetly. "Don't worry Darling. Lie back, please."

Iris did as she was told, scooting back so she could be comfortable. Her feet were the only thing not resting on the table at this point, and her vagina started to get wet; for a moment she thought she'd peed a little, but that wasn't' it; it felt different, and the pleasuring tingle started to throb.

"Put your feet on the table, knees in the air."

She planted her feet on the table so that her knees looked like mountain peaks. She squeezed her thighs together and clenched; it felt nice and she let out a gasp.

"Spread your feet apart honey."

"But you'll see my-"

What did I say about disobedience, Iris?" You-Know-Who snapped. She glanced at him; he was palming the front of his robes. "Trust me, you will enjoy yourself."

She planted her feet apart from each other and her robes slid up her thighs, so they slid downward because of gravity.

Narcisaa grabbed her panties and pulled them away slowly. Iris felt tears prickle at the sides of her eyes. "I don't like this," she whispered but she didn't know if that was true; she was, for some reason, feeling hot, tingly throbbing feelings down there and it felt nice; she wanted to do something, but she couldn't figure out what and it seemed Narcissa did. But at the same time, a small part of her felt like something abbot this was bad; that she shouldn't want this, and she was uncomfortable.

"What did I say about disobedience, Iris? Must I repeat myself so much?"

She was confused about where this was going, but the curiosity disappeared at his tone. She didn't want to be on this table, she just wanted to be home with her mother. But she would rather do anything other than feel that pain again.

"Yes, sir."

"You will call me Master or Dark Lord."

"Yes, Master."

She lifted her feet so that Narcissa could take off her panties and throw them aside. Narcissi grabbed her thighs and pulled Iris to her, draping her knees over her shoulders. She touched Iris then, touched her where nobody ever had, and the tingle intensified.

Narcissi rubbed her than, rubbed a nub, slicking her finger in her wetness around her spread-open vagina, circling her nub and scraping it gently with her fingernail. Iris gasped and arched her back; she wanted more. She didn't understand what she was feeling or why, but it was amazing.

"You can do this yourself, my darling," Narcissa explained as she slid one finger deep inside her. Iris gasped again and she pumped that finger in and out of her. "When you do this yourself, that is masturbation. If you are a boy, masturbation is what the Dark Lord is doing."

Iris looked over to see You-Know-Who grasping . . . something. His robes were pulled up over his waist and he held something in his hands, something thick and long and white; his hands pumped around it as he gasped and bit his lip.

Narcissa put another finger inside her. There was a small sting of pain, but the pleasure overrode that. "Oh my God," Iris gasped as narcissi curled a finger inside her and a shot of pleasure shot up her spin.

Narcissa lowered head. "What are you doing?" breathed iris, and then narcissi licked her.

Her warm tongue slid around the nub while her fingers worked inside her; wetness pilled out and Iris jerked against Narcissa's face. "Please keep licking," she begged. It felt amazing and she didn't want it to stop; never wanted to let it stop. How could she have never experienced this before?

She looked over as the Dark Lord walked to the table. "This is a penis," he explained with heavy breath. "When you have sex, this will be inside you the way narcissi's fingers are."

Iris licked her lip. "Does it feel as nice?"

"Better. But, we shall save that for another day."

She couldn't imagine anything feeling better than what Narcissa was doing to her, but she took his word for it. She thrust her hips forward without meaning to and realized she was gasping so much her chest was heaving.

The everything stopped. White flashed in front of her eyes as the pleasure was too much; it felt like a hot, wet explosion. She didn't realize until the feelings of intense pleasure died down that she'd screamed for some reason; she was sweaty, too.

The Dark Lord tilted his head backed and something warm and sticky flew to her face and throat. Some got on her lips and she tasted it; it was salty and thick. It didn't taste very good, but nothing too horrible.

"Clean her, Narcissa," the Dark Lord ordered, then stalked away, robes billowing behind him like smoke.

Narcissa climbed atop her and licked her face. Licked away the thick liquid on her cheek first, then on her throat; she bit her collarbone and her neck and it felt nice, but her body was still shaking form what had happened earlier.

"We have suc wonderful things to show you," she whispered before pushing her lips to hers, licking away what had landed on her mouth. "This is kissing," she said when she pulled away, smiling. "Open your mouth."

Iris did so.

"Not quite so much, honey."

She half-closed it.

"Now stick your tongue outward like this." Narcissa showed her how far to stick out her tongue; not very far. Iris did that. "Now do this." She moved the tongue and iris mimicked her. "Now I'm going to do the same thing to you at the same time."

She lowered her head and mimicked narcissi; their tongues touched and moved against each other and she stared at the ceiling before her eyes closed for some reason. It just felt right.

Perhaps living here wouldn't be too bad.


Note: Thanks for sticking with this fic for those of you who have. Sorry for the long update, but I decided to take my work more serious so I spent the time writing out a outline so that I don't forget where I'm going with stuff (because I have a habit of doing that). So I have most of it planned out, so maybe I won't forget to write on it so much like I did my others. I'm really nervous abotu this sex scene because I've never written one before. Also, I'm not gay and as a Christian I'm not trying to "push gayness" on anyone, so please don't be offended! I just think some people are gay and no matter how I personally feel about it, it's not up for me to decide what happens, and please don't be homophobic in the reviews, please. Everybody gets thoughts sometimes.