Cho's Chic
Chapter 12
The weekend at Glen Moy Castle began perfectly. Lucius was an excellent host, and generally in a genial mood. He made it his business to ensure that his guest was happy, and put himself out to entertain her. He was rightly proud of the castle and the surrounding land. He allowed Cho to select whatever she would rather do, but gently steered her choices. When the sun shone, but a blustery wind made her reluctant to venture out, Lucius wrapped her up well in a padded jacket and thick cloak, found her a fetching tam o'shanter and a pair of sturdy boots, and walked her part way up Ben Foy. There he gave her a long draught from his pewter hip flask, as they relaxed in the lee of a schist outcrop on a bed of springy turf, and looked down on the Glen Foy Distillery, the source of the flask's contents.
This only sign of humanity sat on the shore of long, thin Loch Foy, which was surrounded by mountains whose green slopes climbed upwards to bare rocky crags, the highest topped with summer snow, over which the occasional golden eagle soared. The surface of the loch was choppy in the stiff breeze, and brokenly reflected the cornflower blue sky. Between the peaks could be seen a sparkling blue ocean, with purple islands, each more faded with distance, until the sea and sky were indistinguishable.
Lucius wrapped his own cloak around Cho too, and warmed by each other and the spirit in their veins, they silently admired their environs while enjoying each other as much as their many layers of clothing would allow. Lucius was reminded of warmer days, when he had used this selfsame spot for full sexual congress with a number of partners over the years - including a very willing fourteen year old Narcissa Black who had been deflowered here by a less skilled sixteen year old Lucius. It was a shame it was far too cold today to do the same with Cho, he enjoyed lovemaking in the open air, with the ever-present danger of discovery. Though in truth, as Lucius owned all the land, it was only his own ghillie that would be likely to come across them, unless a walker decided to stray far from the beaten track. Such walkers were generally Muggles, and never returned to the spot again. Many mysteriously lost their sense of direction, and strode blithely over the edge of a precipice.
When they arrived back at the castle, nestling beside its tiny almost circular loch, Lucius took the tammy, the cloak and the jacket, and helped Cho to remove her boots. He then turned to her, and offered her the choice of lunch now, or lunch delayed. His meaning was clear, and Cho chose Lucius over lunch. They were both so fired up after the teasing on the mountainside that they each threw off their clothes and grabbed each other hungrily once they were in Lucius' room. Their union was fast and urgent, with little gentleness on either side, Lucius thrusting himself violently into Cho, she digging her fingernails into his flesh as she arched her back in desperation. They then lay in each other's arms and dozed in Lucius' wide, feather-bedded four-poster.
Upon waking, Lucius summoned the house elves, and lunch was served in the bedroom. He then dismissed the elves, and woke Cho by licking her nipples. She looked at him with such desire that he almost took her again, but refrained long enough for them to pick at the buffet meal provided.
Lucius then noticed that small dishes of chocolate mousse had been provided for dessert, and, his eyes gleaming with mischief, he told Cho to lie back on the silken sheets and close her eyes. He then began to spread the dessert over her torso, layering it especially thickly over her breasts. She opened her eyes to see what he was doing, and took a dish from his hand. "For my turn," she said, putting it aside. She then lay back, and allowed him to spread the chocolate over her body, enjoying the sensation as he smoothed it over her, and shivering in anticipation at what was to come. Finally, he spread the last part gently between her legs, and she felt her wetness rising in response. Lucius then began to lick the mousse from her, lingeringly and thoroughly, beginning with the least sensitive parts and working towards those she most wanted him to touch. When he reached her nipples, they were already standing erect, and she pushed them hard against his tongue. Fire spread inside her to the centre of her being. Finally, while still massaging her nipples, he began to clean the mousse from between her thighs. Cho moved her legs far apart as he played his tongue around her cleft, and pushed herself against him. Finally, he licked the last drop of chocolate from her centre of pleasure and tongued her to an ecstatic climax, his white gold hair spilling over her thighs.
Cho then copied him, and spread him with chocolate mousse, saving a liberal portion so that she would have enough to cover his engorged member. He lay still as she licked him clean with catlike movements, black hair brushing his skin. She took him into her mouth, feeling him growing as she did so, his own salty taste mixed with the cloying sweetness of the chocolate. She moved up and down on him with increasing speed, simultaneously teasing the sensitive glans with her tongue, until finally he exploded into the back of her throat. She enjoyed hearing him groan with pleasure: knowing that he had had so many women had often made her wonder if she pleased him as much as he pleased her. His lazy post ejaculatory smile made her insides melt as she watched his usually controlled face fleetingly reflect his true feelings.
The next morning, Lucius woke early. He looked down at Cho's sleeping face, thinking how beautiful she was. He was sorely tempted to wake her so that he could enjoy her again, but business called. He had not told Cho the real reason why he was at Glen Moy Castle. He decided to slip away and do what he needed to do. Lucius' experience of women had taught him that they were always curious: if told not to go to a certain room, they would generally discover a way to find out why they had been excluded. Discretion was the better option. If he said nothing at all, there was always the risk that Cho would accidentally wander where he would rather she did not, but the castle's layout was so meandering that this was unlikely.
Once he was dressed, Lucius went to the castle's old dungeons, and entered the room he had selected. It was empty. He checked that the floor was reasonably level: yes, it would have to do, all the old stone flagged floors were slightly uneven. He went upstairs to wait in the library. He was not sure what time the delivery would arrive, so he might have to be patient. He helped himself to a favourite book, and settled himself comfortably in his usual chair, after summoning a house elf to fetch him breakfast. "Take Miss Chang breakfast in bed in half an hour," he instructed the elf, who scurried off to do his bidding.
An hour later, one of the elves came to tell him that his expected visitor had arrived. Lucius rose, planning on taking the person to the dungeon immediately, but the elf coughed and said, "Master should know that the man cannot speak English." Damn! That had never occurred to him! The elf then showed in his visitor, a middle aged Chinese wizard, dressed as for manual work, with bulging biceps folded across a broad muscular chest. The man bowed briefly, and spoke to Lucius in what he assumed was Chinese. Lucius tried him with French, German, Italian, and without much hope, Bulgarian, but it became plain that the man did not speak any language that Lucius knew.
He frowned. He knew someone who could speak Chinese perfectly: Cho knew both Cantonese and Mandarin. He had hoped not to involve her, but he had been left with no choice.
Cho, who had supposed correctly that if she had been deliberately left alone without a message, and then supplied with breakfast, she was expected to take a leisurely meal and not seek out her host, was still propped up against the swansdown pillows drinking her third cup of excellent coffee when Lucius came into his bedroom. She smiled at him, but the greeting on her lips remained unspoken when she saw his face. He looked very serious. Lucius sat on the edge of the bed, and regarded her steadily. When he spoke, he was to issue an order: "Cho, get dressed and come downstairs now. I need you to do something for me. Don't ask any questions, either now or later. The less you know the better."
Cho's eyes widened in surprise, but she obeyed the instructions, noting that Lucius' mind was definitely elsewhere, as her nakedness did not attract even a slight glance from him. When she was ready, he took her to the library, and gestured to the visitor.
"This man is here on business. He only speaks Chinese. I want you to interpret for us." His tone changed, and became icily menacing: "Do not ask him anything except what I say. If I find out you've been trying to discover my business, you'll regret it." Cho, eyes wide, nodded her understanding, and waited.
"Ask him if the items are all ready." Cho turned to the man, and smiling nervously, tried addressing him in Cantonese. He looked blank, so she tried Mandarin. This time, recognition dawned in his face. Cho started with a greeting, and learned that the man was called Lee. He told her that the jade was ready for delivery today.
Cho relayed this to Lucius, omitting the fact that she had learned that Mr Lee was delivering jade. "He wants to know precisely where you want the items delivered. He says as they are so large and heavy, it would be better to put them exactly where you want them straight away."
Lucius nodded. "I'll show him." He hesitated, then said, "You'd better come with us in case he needs to say anything else."
Lucius led the way purposefully to the dungeons, and entered the empty room he had been in earlier. "Tell him this is the place. Ask him if he can assemble the structure today."
Structure? Cho wondered to herself, as she relayed the message. The Chinese wizard told her that yes, they could build the sepulchre today, but it would take many hours. Cho tried to keep her face expressionless at the word "sepulchre". What was Lucius up to? This could not be an ordinary family tomb, not in a dungeon like this. She knew the Malfoys had a family vault at Malfoy Manor. Also, a jade sepulchre would be prohibitively expensive, even for someone as rich as Lucius, and if one could afford such an item, it would be displayed for all to see. What would be the point of hiding it in a dungeon?
Again, Cho did not tell Lucius the details of what she had learned, but simply relayed the message as if Lee had replied in kind. Lucius nodded, and told Cho to instruct the man to go ahead with the construction. Cho passed this on, but surreptitiously added a query of her own, "Where is the jade now?"
"In a godown in Shanghai, awaiting shipment," she was told. Cho glanced at Lucius, but he was unaware that she had done more than translate for him. However, she did not dare to ask more in case he was suspicious. Lee then told her that the jade slabs would be transported by magic directly to the dungeon. It would need to be done in batches, to allow for the sepulchre to be constructed in situ in such a confined space. Also, in general, magical transportation of goods was more difficult both with increased distance, and the larger the size of the item. In order to ensure that the transport was successful, many, many batches would be needed.
When Lucius was satisfied that Lee was ready to go ahead, he instructed Cho to tell Lee that he would be back shortly, and escorted her back upstairs. He took her into the library, sat her down, looked at her with glacial eyes, and said in a chilling voice barely more than a whisper, "I hope I can trust you, Cho. I would not have involved you at all, except that they sent a man who couldn't speak English. If I ever suspect that you've said anything to anyone, be assured you will wish you had never been born. You know I mean it."
Cho replied, slightly defiantly, "Don't worry, Lucius, I won't say a thing. If you really don't trust me, you could just modify my memory now to be certain." She met his gaze, her chin up.
Lucius then said, "I believe I'll risk it. Now, Lee's task is going to take a long time, and I need to oversee it. It would be much better for both you and me if you did not see anything. I therefore suggest that you either return home early, or if you wish to remain, you may entertain yourself for the rest of the day, and I'll join you for dinner. In that case, I will endeavour to make up for my neglect of you by paying you especial attention when we do meet."
Cho looked at this complex man who one moment was issuing thinly veiled threats, and the next was making thinly veiled carnal suggestions. She knew he was dangerous, and she had never been more aware of the fact than now. He made her feel like a rabbit hypnotised by a dancing weasel. She could not help but stay with him, and be insistently coerced into whatever he demanded of her, knowing that, at least for now, as a reward he would give her the greatest pleasure any woman could ever desire.