Master may I lick your boots?, by Rose Eva
Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and other related material belongs to J.K.Rowling. Only the plot is mine.
Summary: Humorous little fiction about Lucius Malfoy's obsession of his powerful Dark Lord a.k.a. Voldemort.
A/N: Sorry. I just had to get this out of my system. Will probably be a two- shot. More depending on the reviews. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1: Master, master what can thee do?
"Oh Lucius, that's great....oh no, go lower...ah, that's the ticket!" Lucius was in bed having an intimate moment with his wife, Narcissa, and he was currently giving her a little 'massage'. "Ah....thank you dear that was great."
"Oh I know. Do you want to do it....damn, what now? I have to go I am being summoned."
"Can't you stay here? It's your turn for a...massage."
"Now Narcissa I wish I could but the Dark Lord needs me. He thinks I'm the best Death Eater he has," said Lucius with a strange look of pride in his eyes.
"Fine...go...I'll just screw the fucking cook," said Narcissa angrily, and in an under tone added. "God I am glad that house-elf is gone. Raymond is gorgeous."
"Whatever honey...have fun, he's calling." With that Lucius apparated to the Dark Lord's side, which is currently taking residence at the Riddle Manor. After he was gone Narcissa went to enjoy a lovely 'drink' with Raymond.
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"What is it my lord?" said Lucius with so much sincerity it is painful to watch.
"I was wondering if you would do me the favor of giving me a foot massage," Voldemort stated this without the air of it being a question. More like demand.
"But my lord...don't you have someone...else...to do this?" spoke Lucius with a scared look on their face.
"Well I did but I...um...dismissed them. I knew you would not dare deny me this."
"Of course my lord," said Lucius with a rather disgusted look on his face. "Whatever you wish." And the massage began. Poor Lucius. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: I know it's short but it is just an idea developing. Read and review please.
Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and other related material belongs to J.K.Rowling. Only the plot is mine.
Summary: Humorous little fiction about Lucius Malfoy's obsession of his powerful Dark Lord a.k.a. Voldemort.
A/N: Sorry. I just had to get this out of my system. Will probably be a two- shot. More depending on the reviews. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1: Master, master what can thee do?
"Oh Lucius, that's great....oh no, go lower...ah, that's the ticket!" Lucius was in bed having an intimate moment with his wife, Narcissa, and he was currently giving her a little 'massage'. "Ah....thank you dear that was great."
"Oh I know. Do you want to do it....damn, what now? I have to go I am being summoned."
"Can't you stay here? It's your turn for a...massage."
"Now Narcissa I wish I could but the Dark Lord needs me. He thinks I'm the best Death Eater he has," said Lucius with a strange look of pride in his eyes.
"Fine...go...I'll just screw the fucking cook," said Narcissa angrily, and in an under tone added. "God I am glad that house-elf is gone. Raymond is gorgeous."
"Whatever honey...have fun, he's calling." With that Lucius apparated to the Dark Lord's side, which is currently taking residence at the Riddle Manor. After he was gone Narcissa went to enjoy a lovely 'drink' with Raymond.
* * *
"What is it my lord?" said Lucius with so much sincerity it is painful to watch.
"I was wondering if you would do me the favor of giving me a foot massage," Voldemort stated this without the air of it being a question. More like demand.
"But my lord...don't you have someone...else...to do this?" spoke Lucius with a scared look on their face.
"Well I did but I...um...dismissed them. I knew you would not dare deny me this."
"Of course my lord," said Lucius with a rather disgusted look on his face. "Whatever you wish." And the massage began. Poor Lucius. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: I know it's short but it is just an idea developing. Read and review please.