Disclaimer: I don't own the characters just borrowing them for my own amusement. Content rated R. Basically, this is total smut. If that offends you stop right here. I see Lucius as being in total control always.
LOSS OF CONTROL
Chapter Thirteen
The more Gwen thought about the spell Lucius was using on her, the more curious she became to find out why? Why was it so important to him that he be the father of her children? It wasn't as if she and Draco weren't intimate. Of course, the girls could be Draco's, the whole Malfoy family looked enough alike that it was impossible to tell for sure who actually fathered them. It was just so strange that Lucius never took advantage of the many other opportunities that presented themselves to be with her. Draco was never home during the day, and Narcissa could have cared less if Lucius was with Gwen. Narcissa didn't seem to care who he was with, as long as it wasn't her.
Time passed and Gwen perfected a curse of her own to use if Lucius were to try again. And sure enough, the next time Draco was gone, Lucius showed up in her room, only this time Gwen was ready for him.
"Lucius, I wish I could say it's a pleasant surprise that you've shown up, but, we both know why you're here." Gwen decided to take the initiative. "What I don't understand is why you feel it necessary to knock me up every time we're together."
Lucius laughed, "Gwen, my darling daughter-in-law..."
"Stop right there! I know all about the little spell you've been using on me," Gwen threw the book she had found the information in at him, aiming for his head.
Lucius swiftly ducked, or she would have hit her intended target, and grabbed the book out of the air. Looking at the title he smiled, "I knew you were intelligent enough to figure out how I was doing it."
"How, but not why?"
"Draco has not turned out quite the way I had hoped. I'm just hedging my bets with a few other heirs in case I need to disown him. Since Narcissa isn't interested in having any more children, I needed a suitable brood mare."
Gwen flew across the room, throwing herself at him, "You miserable bastard! Don't you care how this makes Draco look?" She was beating her fists against his chest in her fury.
Lucius pushed her away with one hand, making her sit on the edge of the bed. "Calm down, we don't want you to tired to finish what I need to do tonight, now do we?"
Gwen stood and started pacing the room, "Tell me, Lucius, how many times do you intend to do this. I can't keep popping out kids for you, you know." She stopped at the small bar in the corner of the room and poured herself a drink, which she tossed back in one gulp. "What are you hoping for?"
"A male heir, of course," he said with a smug smile
Gwen poured a drink, and handed it to him. Smiling as he drank it in one swallow. "Well, well, well. Lucius, I know your spell hinges on you saying those five little words I only hear you say in this room. But what you don't know is I just set my own little spell in motion. If after you make love to me you say 'darling daughter-in-law' you will have signed your own death warrant."
"What are you prattling on about?"
"I made my own little concoction, and you just drank it. If you say those words after making love to me, you will have released the poison in the drink. There is no antidote. You will die."
"Do you really expect me to believe that a feeble little witch like you is capable of such an involved scheme?"
Gwen was close to tears, but she went on in great detail explaining exactly what was in the drink and how it all fed off of his spell, making sure he understood there was only one way out for him. "It's totally your choice, to say those words or not. You are the only one who can save you."
"And if I just leave now, and we don't fuck, what happens then?" He was beginning to believe she really had done something, but certainly not anything fatal.
"Eventually the poison will pass out of your system, but you know yourself, most of those ingredients are very potent, I really have no idea how long before you're in the clear."
"Do you hate me so much that you have to kill me?" He seemed unable to believe she could do this to him.
"I don't hate you at all. I still love you. More than anything. That's why I had to do something. None of this is fair to Draco. I love him too, just not as much as I love you."
"If you love me..."
"Lucius, you have to know that I would always welcome you into my bed. Like you once pointed out to me, you don't even have to ask, you just have to show up. What kind of a wife does that make me? What kind of a mother?" Gwen shook her head sadly. "It pains me terribly to know that if you asked I would leave Draco and my children in a second to be with you."
"Well, after hearing that I'm sure there is no way you would kill me." The smugness was back.
"I won't be killing you. You have to make that move yourself. You could be with me and leave without saying those words, and everything would be fine. Life would go on as it is. No one would ever know what transpired here tonight." She turned to look directly into his eyes, "Nothing would please me more than if you made love to me and left without uttering another word. Who knows, maybe I'd conceive without the help of your little spell. Wouldn't that be ironic? It is all up to you. Or you could just go no sex, no nothing. And live to play another day. I doubt I could do this again. Not knowing what you are going to do is tearing me apart inside."
"I have never been one to back down from a challenge," he said as he took her in his arms and kissed her.
Gwen realized that he wouldn't let her see any fear, so she gave herself willingly to him. Returning his kiss with more passion and fire than he'd seen before. She did all the things she knew he liked, hoping that he'd be spent and unable to continue. Gwen tried every trick she knew, but no matter what she did, he didn't come. Finally she fell back on the bed, exhausted.
Lucius smiled at her, he had definitely enjoyed her efforts. "Gwen, part of the spell is that I can't come until you do. I have to be inside you during your orgasm, and then I can come."
"Then just leave, go...I can't...I just want you to go, we can wait out the poison. When it's cleared your system, you can do whatever you want to me." She was crying quietly.
Lucius pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. Just lips against lips, for the longest time. Then as if he could stand it no longer, he gently parted her legs and slid inside her. This was a very different Lucius than she had ever seen. He was gentle and tender, kissing and caressing as he slowly rocked his hips against hers. As hard as she tried, it was impossible to not respond to him, Gwen wrapped herself around him, holding on to him with everything she had, knowing that this could be the last time they were together, and rocked in rhythm with him. As she felt herself getting closer and closer to finishing she felt Lucius kissing the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Gwen, look at me," he said softly, "I need..."
"Lucius....no..." But she did look, and as their eyes met she felt the start of her orgasm. Lucius' orgasm started just a thrust after and they continued to stare into each other's eyes as they rocked to their finish.
Gwen held tightly to him, even as he tried to move away from her. She pleaded with him, "Lucius please don't say a word. When I let you go, just get up and leave. Don't even look at me. Please. Please, Lucius...if I could take back what I've done I would. Please."
As he moved away from her their eyes met once again, and in his she could see the cold haughty look that she always found there.
"Lucius, please," she said as she watched him dressing, "please... if you have any feelings for me at all, don't say a word."
As he walked to the door, she sat up; leaning toward him, arms extended palms out as if to push him out the door before he said anything.
"Gwen, you don't think I really believed any of that spell babble do you?" All of the cold arrogance she had come to recognize was back, "Rest well, my darling daughter-in-law, rest well." And he was out the door, ignoring her cries of anguish.
Gwen cried herself into an exhausted sleep, hoping against hope that she had somehow missed an important ingredient, or left out an incantation to the spell, but deep in her heart she knew she had not. All that was left was to wait and see how long it took to act.
Two days later Lucius was still alive and she was hoping that she had forgotten an integral part of the spell. Then she ran into Lucius in the library as she was rechecking the steps to the spell. He was very subdued as he said, "You know, Gwen, I really don't feel all that well. Maybe there was something to your little plan."
"Oh Lucius, you couldn't just leave, you had to have the last word, and see what it has gotten you."
"It's probably nothing, just my imagination playing tricks. You were very persuasive after all."
"I hope so. You have no idea how I hope so." Gwen looked intently at him, checking for any differences in his appearance, and finding none. Except for the quiet tone of voice, he was the same arrogant Lucius she loved. "No matter what, you know I love you, even though you don't have any feelings for me, I still love you, I always will."
"I have feelings for you, Gwen, just not the ones you want me to have. You were the best toy I've ever had. And I've had quite a few." Lucius pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently, then turned and walked away.
"You son of a bitch, the least you could have done is said you loved me too." She muttered as he departed.
He stopped, turned and looked at her, "I thought I just did," he said. Ignoring the shocked look on her face he left.
That night Lucius passed away, quietly in his sleep.
Draco took his father's death very hard, and Gwen knowing she was to blame was incapable of consoling him. The only thing that slightly cheered Draco was Gwen's announcement, several months later that she was once again expecting.
Nine months to the day of their fatal encounter, Gwen gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Draco insisted that he be named Lucius, in honor of the grandfather he would never know. Gwen felt it a fitting name as the baby had white blond hair, and blue eyes, like her daughters, except that even at three days old he already had an icy stare and a smirk identical to that of his grandfather.
The End.
LOSS OF CONTROL
Chapter Thirteen
The more Gwen thought about the spell Lucius was using on her, the more curious she became to find out why? Why was it so important to him that he be the father of her children? It wasn't as if she and Draco weren't intimate. Of course, the girls could be Draco's, the whole Malfoy family looked enough alike that it was impossible to tell for sure who actually fathered them. It was just so strange that Lucius never took advantage of the many other opportunities that presented themselves to be with her. Draco was never home during the day, and Narcissa could have cared less if Lucius was with Gwen. Narcissa didn't seem to care who he was with, as long as it wasn't her.
Time passed and Gwen perfected a curse of her own to use if Lucius were to try again. And sure enough, the next time Draco was gone, Lucius showed up in her room, only this time Gwen was ready for him.
"Lucius, I wish I could say it's a pleasant surprise that you've shown up, but, we both know why you're here." Gwen decided to take the initiative. "What I don't understand is why you feel it necessary to knock me up every time we're together."
Lucius laughed, "Gwen, my darling daughter-in-law..."
"Stop right there! I know all about the little spell you've been using on me," Gwen threw the book she had found the information in at him, aiming for his head.
Lucius swiftly ducked, or she would have hit her intended target, and grabbed the book out of the air. Looking at the title he smiled, "I knew you were intelligent enough to figure out how I was doing it."
"How, but not why?"
"Draco has not turned out quite the way I had hoped. I'm just hedging my bets with a few other heirs in case I need to disown him. Since Narcissa isn't interested in having any more children, I needed a suitable brood mare."
Gwen flew across the room, throwing herself at him, "You miserable bastard! Don't you care how this makes Draco look?" She was beating her fists against his chest in her fury.
Lucius pushed her away with one hand, making her sit on the edge of the bed. "Calm down, we don't want you to tired to finish what I need to do tonight, now do we?"
Gwen stood and started pacing the room, "Tell me, Lucius, how many times do you intend to do this. I can't keep popping out kids for you, you know." She stopped at the small bar in the corner of the room and poured herself a drink, which she tossed back in one gulp. "What are you hoping for?"
"A male heir, of course," he said with a smug smile
Gwen poured a drink, and handed it to him. Smiling as he drank it in one swallow. "Well, well, well. Lucius, I know your spell hinges on you saying those five little words I only hear you say in this room. But what you don't know is I just set my own little spell in motion. If after you make love to me you say 'darling daughter-in-law' you will have signed your own death warrant."
"What are you prattling on about?"
"I made my own little concoction, and you just drank it. If you say those words after making love to me, you will have released the poison in the drink. There is no antidote. You will die."
"Do you really expect me to believe that a feeble little witch like you is capable of such an involved scheme?"
Gwen was close to tears, but she went on in great detail explaining exactly what was in the drink and how it all fed off of his spell, making sure he understood there was only one way out for him. "It's totally your choice, to say those words or not. You are the only one who can save you."
"And if I just leave now, and we don't fuck, what happens then?" He was beginning to believe she really had done something, but certainly not anything fatal.
"Eventually the poison will pass out of your system, but you know yourself, most of those ingredients are very potent, I really have no idea how long before you're in the clear."
"Do you hate me so much that you have to kill me?" He seemed unable to believe she could do this to him.
"I don't hate you at all. I still love you. More than anything. That's why I had to do something. None of this is fair to Draco. I love him too, just not as much as I love you."
"If you love me..."
"Lucius, you have to know that I would always welcome you into my bed. Like you once pointed out to me, you don't even have to ask, you just have to show up. What kind of a wife does that make me? What kind of a mother?" Gwen shook her head sadly. "It pains me terribly to know that if you asked I would leave Draco and my children in a second to be with you."
"Well, after hearing that I'm sure there is no way you would kill me." The smugness was back.
"I won't be killing you. You have to make that move yourself. You could be with me and leave without saying those words, and everything would be fine. Life would go on as it is. No one would ever know what transpired here tonight." She turned to look directly into his eyes, "Nothing would please me more than if you made love to me and left without uttering another word. Who knows, maybe I'd conceive without the help of your little spell. Wouldn't that be ironic? It is all up to you. Or you could just go no sex, no nothing. And live to play another day. I doubt I could do this again. Not knowing what you are going to do is tearing me apart inside."
"I have never been one to back down from a challenge," he said as he took her in his arms and kissed her.
Gwen realized that he wouldn't let her see any fear, so she gave herself willingly to him. Returning his kiss with more passion and fire than he'd seen before. She did all the things she knew he liked, hoping that he'd be spent and unable to continue. Gwen tried every trick she knew, but no matter what she did, he didn't come. Finally she fell back on the bed, exhausted.
Lucius smiled at her, he had definitely enjoyed her efforts. "Gwen, part of the spell is that I can't come until you do. I have to be inside you during your orgasm, and then I can come."
"Then just leave, go...I can't...I just want you to go, we can wait out the poison. When it's cleared your system, you can do whatever you want to me." She was crying quietly.
Lucius pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. Just lips against lips, for the longest time. Then as if he could stand it no longer, he gently parted her legs and slid inside her. This was a very different Lucius than she had ever seen. He was gentle and tender, kissing and caressing as he slowly rocked his hips against hers. As hard as she tried, it was impossible to not respond to him, Gwen wrapped herself around him, holding on to him with everything she had, knowing that this could be the last time they were together, and rocked in rhythm with him. As she felt herself getting closer and closer to finishing she felt Lucius kissing the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Gwen, look at me," he said softly, "I need..."
"Lucius....no..." But she did look, and as their eyes met she felt the start of her orgasm. Lucius' orgasm started just a thrust after and they continued to stare into each other's eyes as they rocked to their finish.
Gwen held tightly to him, even as he tried to move away from her. She pleaded with him, "Lucius please don't say a word. When I let you go, just get up and leave. Don't even look at me. Please. Please, Lucius...if I could take back what I've done I would. Please."
As he moved away from her their eyes met once again, and in his she could see the cold haughty look that she always found there.
"Lucius, please," she said as she watched him dressing, "please... if you have any feelings for me at all, don't say a word."
As he walked to the door, she sat up; leaning toward him, arms extended palms out as if to push him out the door before he said anything.
"Gwen, you don't think I really believed any of that spell babble do you?" All of the cold arrogance she had come to recognize was back, "Rest well, my darling daughter-in-law, rest well." And he was out the door, ignoring her cries of anguish.
Gwen cried herself into an exhausted sleep, hoping against hope that she had somehow missed an important ingredient, or left out an incantation to the spell, but deep in her heart she knew she had not. All that was left was to wait and see how long it took to act.
Two days later Lucius was still alive and she was hoping that she had forgotten an integral part of the spell. Then she ran into Lucius in the library as she was rechecking the steps to the spell. He was very subdued as he said, "You know, Gwen, I really don't feel all that well. Maybe there was something to your little plan."
"Oh Lucius, you couldn't just leave, you had to have the last word, and see what it has gotten you."
"It's probably nothing, just my imagination playing tricks. You were very persuasive after all."
"I hope so. You have no idea how I hope so." Gwen looked intently at him, checking for any differences in his appearance, and finding none. Except for the quiet tone of voice, he was the same arrogant Lucius she loved. "No matter what, you know I love you, even though you don't have any feelings for me, I still love you, I always will."
"I have feelings for you, Gwen, just not the ones you want me to have. You were the best toy I've ever had. And I've had quite a few." Lucius pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently, then turned and walked away.
"You son of a bitch, the least you could have done is said you loved me too." She muttered as he departed.
He stopped, turned and looked at her, "I thought I just did," he said. Ignoring the shocked look on her face he left.
That night Lucius passed away, quietly in his sleep.
Draco took his father's death very hard, and Gwen knowing she was to blame was incapable of consoling him. The only thing that slightly cheered Draco was Gwen's announcement, several months later that she was once again expecting.
Nine months to the day of their fatal encounter, Gwen gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Draco insisted that he be named Lucius, in honor of the grandfather he would never know. Gwen felt it a fitting name as the baby had white blond hair, and blue eyes, like her daughters, except that even at three days old he already had an icy stare and a smirk identical to that of his grandfather.
The End.