Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Author's Notes: If anyone has reviewed after the first chapter alone, thanks! You're probably wondering what the hell are dungeons doing in the Malfoy Mansion. Well, I'd like to think that their family has always been an imposing, threatening family, who once had the power and authority to jail whoever they wanted. Having dungeons just seemed to make sense to me. This chapter is a little spicy, and some of you are going to be pelting me afterwards because of the way Lucius is partly portrayed here. I've made Lucius more than just 3-Dimensional in this fic. I've made him purely human, one who actually has feelings, someone who actually loves his wife like any good husband would. It's part of the build-up of the plot, you see. You'll see it come out more in the following chapters. For now, enjoy.
ACT 1: THE COMING OF THE DARKNESSCHAPTER 2
"Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time, I've been hollow inside
I know you're still there…"
~Haunted by EVANESCENCE, my favorite band
Narcissa found her husband poring over maps and books in his study only a few minutes past 9.00 in the evening. "Darling," she said softly, putting her hands on his shoulders, "still so busy?" Lucius gave an incoherent affirmative and she began to massage his shoulders. Lucius seemed to not feel it, for he gave no audible or visible reaction. "What are you working on?" Narcissa asked him. Lucius shrugged. "Things for the Ministry," he answered vaguely.
Narcissa tilted her head to the sidte to get a better look at the open book that Lucius was at the moment perusing intently. "The Ministry needs notes on the Nosferatu?" she asked skeptically. "Rest assured, Narcissa," Lucius replied, the frustration evident in his tone, "that I'm not lying when I say this is all part of my work. Besides, you know better than to intrude when I am working." "Can't a wife just be a wife and be worried about her husband?" she asked with obvious indignation.
Lucius set his quill down, closed the book and looked up at her. As always, her beauty captivated him. Her beautiful blonde hair fell in peaceful torrents down her shoulders gracefully. Her pale skin was just as smooth as it had always been, and the flame on the candles danced serenely in her eyes of ice blue. He could hardly help smiling.
"Come to bed, Lucius," Narcissa invited pleadingly, "The moon is already high." Lucius stood from his chair and took his wife by the waist as he held her to him. "Yes, it is," he said, gazing down at her almost uncharacteristically softly, "Why do you have to be so beautiful?" And with that he kissed her. He kissed her deeply, passionately, hotly. He took the whimper that escaped Narcissa's throat as an invitation. He slid his tongue into her mouth to meet hers. Narcissa's soft moan deepened as Lucius' hand slipped from her cheek to her breast, and she shivered with arousal.
Lucius lips slid from her mouth to her neck as his hand massaged her breast, bringing the nipple to erectness. Narcissa's hand tangled in his blonde hair as she pressed him closer. It was with a growl of pleasure that Lucius plunged his hand down the front of her nightgown and freed her sensitized breast into the charged air around them. He took the exposed nipple between his lips while he massaged the other until the nipple became as hard as its twin. He gave the protruding nipple a bite, and Narcissa gasped in painful ecstasy.
His other hand was not idle either. It slid up her thigh, underneath her gown, inside her silken underwear. Narcissa's moan was deep as Lucius slid two fingers into her tight channel. She clung to him needily as his fingers entered and re-entered her with a rhythm. She gripped at his clothes as if she might rip them. As his hand thrust faster into her, and his mouth, having worked on both breasts, returned to her neck, Narcissa's hips began to buck in time with his thrusts. "Harder Lucius…" she groaned, biting on her lip when Lucius obliged. Lucius muffled his own intoxicated groans against her stomach.
Lucius switched the angle of his thrusts, hitting that spot in her that made her lose every inch of control she had. She could feel the waves of climax almost upon her. She gripped at his clothes even tighter, his name escaping her lips on a moan. She begged him to go faster, to thrust harder into her, to never stop. And he obliged her, ecstasy getting the better of him.
Narcissa came with a scream that echoed off the walls. Lucius slowly brought her back down from her exquisite high with gentle kisses. "Get to bed, Narcissa," he told her, "I'll follow." Narcissa locked her lips against his once more, then obeyed.
Lucius turned back to his studies as if nothing had happened. Narcissa had been right. The moon was indeed already high. If Lucius' research was true, it was the perfect time for him to do a bit of hunting.
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