Chapter 26
Lucius showered and changed into a pair of black silk shorts, sitting with his long slender but muscular legs crossed at the ankles. Leaning back against the bed head with his long blonde hair falling in wet ribbons onto his shoulders. Closing his icy grey eyes he waited for sleep to overcome him and for the effects of the potion to appear.
Almost as soon as Lucius fell asleep he started to dream, but he was not dreaming his own dreams, he was a voyeur in Nichol's dreams. Unlike his earlier foray into her dreams where he had been using them to manipulate her – this new potion meant that he could see her personal dreams, see where her mind took her when she was not guarding her feelings. He would not interfere with her subconscious mind this time, this time he would just observe and consider how to best use this information.
It was a hot night and Nichol tossed and turned in her bed, a loud booming noise echoed around the room and this woke her. The room was almost in darkness except of a couple of candles lighting the room. Every so often a bright flash of light from outside shattered the darkness. Slipping from her bed she wandered over to the window and stood watching a storm rolling in over the ocean. A breeze was building causing the sheer drapes at the curtains were billowing into the room and the candles to gutter. Even with the breeze Nichol felt stifled by the heat in the air, all she was wearing was a long t-shirt and even that felt too much, raising the hem she pulled the shirt over her head. Now standing naked at the french windows she walked out onto her terrace enjoying the delicious feel of the breeze against her skin.
Yawning slightly she headed back for her bed, leaving the french doors open to try and cool down. Laying back she ran her hands across her skin, thinking about how much she needed a man, she thought about him. Wondering where Lucius was and what was he doing right now. Another burst of lightning lit the room and she saw a tall figure in the doorway 'you really should close your doors at night' he said smoothly 'it is not safe for a young woman to be alone in an open bedroom …'
'Just whom do I need be afraid of?' she replied flirtatiously.
'You need to be afraid of men like me!' he said walking towards the bed.
As he stepped out of the shadows Nichol saw him for the first time, he wore black trousers and boots with a loose fitting white shirt, and his face was concealed behind a mask. 'Why should I be afraid of you?'
He climbed onto the bottom of the bed and crawled towards her … 'I plan on showing you exactly why!'
'Bloody hell!' Lucius cried as he woke 'so that's what she dreams? I think I can use this to my advantage.'
The next morning as Nichol walked into the dining room for breakfast, Lucius greeted her 'good morning, did you sleep well?'
Nichol blushed and bit her bottom lip trying not to look too guilty at the memory of last nights dream 'yes thanks, you?'
'Oh yes' he replied 'very very well' he grinned at her. 'So do you have plans for today?'
'No, I have to admit I am at a bit of a loose end to be honest.' She shrugged.
'I have a suggestion, if you are up for it?'
'Sure' she answered somewhat distracted by the croissant she was pulling apart 'anything.'
'Anything?' Lucius replied with a smirk 'in that case, maybe you wish to stay home today?' he raised one eyebrow curiously.
'Sorry, what?' Nichol replied 'I'm a little distracted today'
'After that dream I am not surprised…'
Nichol was not sure if she caught what he had said and she almost gave herself whiplash she turned to him so quickly. 'What did you say?'
'I said, finish your breakfast, I will have the elves pack some things and we will go out.'
'Oh' she looked puzzled and not totally convinced that is what she had heard 'wait, pack for what?'
'You'll see, we will be gone for a couple of days, but it is a surprise so no more questions …'
Nichol ate her breakfast quietly, wondering what Lucius was up to 'I doubt I will ever figure out this man' she mused. She was sipping her coffee standing at the window looking out at the garden when she heard footsteps indicating Lucius was back.
'Everything is packed and the elves have gone ahead to get everything ready – are you all set?' he held out her cloak, indicating that she should come and let him drape it around her shoulders.
'Where are we going Lucius?'
'I told you it's a surprise.'
'I don't like surprises' she pouted.
'Stop being a brat young lady and come put on your cloak!'
'Make me' she said with a grin and petulant stomp of her foot.
Lucius looked at her sternly 'do as you are told or I will put you over my knee and spank the battiness out of you!'
Nichol grinned 'oh promises, promises…' Standing in front of Lucius so that he could wrap the cloak around her shoulders.
'Tell me Lucius, please …' she pleaded.
Lucius grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. Pulling her tight against his body 'how about I show you instead' he whispered into her ear' as they dissapparated.
When they appeared at the location that Lucius had kept so secret he still held her tight in his arms. Nichol kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of his body pressed firmly against hers, allowing her head to fall forward until it rested upon his chest and there she breathed in the masculine scent of him which overlaid with the spiciness of his aftershave was a heady combination.
Lucius placed his hands over her eyes 'no peeping' he whispered. Turning her so that she was standing with her back to him 'are you ready for your surprise?'
Nichol was excited and nervous at the same time, but also just enjoying the closeness of Lucius' body 'yes, I'm ready.'
Slowly he moved his hands and she saw they were standing in a field and right there in front of them stood a large house, it looked dark and foreboding silhouetted against the blue of the sky. The house was a strange combination of towers and turrets 'Ohhh, it's beautiful!' she gasped.
'You have seen nothing yet' Lucius smiled. He took her hand and walked her towards what she thought was the edge of the field. 'Do you like the view?' he asked.
Nichol found she was standing right on the very edge of a cliff; there was a winding trail that led down onto a beach that was surrounded by the cliffs and was hidden and secluded. 'The beach is totally private and belongs to the house.' Lucius informed her 'let's go look inside the house.'
The front of the house had a huge front door that opened into a large hallway with stairs that swept up to the first floor. All of the rooms were large and airy, with high ceilings and large windows; the entire house was furnished impeccably, all the furniture although antique looked like new. 'There's more' Lucius informed her and guided her out of the back of the house, where there was a walled garden, which encompassed a beautifully tended rose garden and herb garden. They went through a tall wooden gate; this led to a courtyard with outbuildings and stables.
'This place is amazing Lucius, are you thinking of buying it?'
'No, I doubt that it is for sale anyway.'
'Do you already own this house?'
'No, it's not mine.'
'So why are we here then Lucius?'
'Nichol, this is all yours!'
'What?' she gasped and sat down on the edge of a huge stone water trough with a hand pump.
'The house, the beach, all the furniture, all of this…' he gestured around the courtyard 'you own it all!'
'How? I don't understand'
Lucius put his hand inside his cloak and pulled out a file that looked familiar 'do you remember this?' he asked.
'Yes, that's how you found out about my powers.'
'Exactly' he replied 'using the information inside here I managed to trace all of your family holdings, and this is one of them!'
'One?'
'I did tell you that you are now an extremely wealthy young woman did I not. This is just one of your properties and you have several. Everything here and in this house is owned by you Nichol!'
'Really? You are not joking are you?'
'No, I am not joking.' He handed her the file.
Nichol opened the file, Lucius had added to it information on all of her properties, she was stunned to see that she had homes in Paris, Rome, Barcelona amongst others. The property they were currently at she discovered was in Cornwall. 'Cornwall?' she said.
'Welcome to High Tor Manor!' Lucius smiled.
A small cough alerted them to the arrival of a house elf. 'Please Master, Mistress, they are here…' and the elf vanished.
'Ah, good' Lucius said standing. He walked over towards the stables and gestured for Nichol to come with him. As he arrived at the stable door a huge black horse stuck his muzzle over the door, Lucius reached out and stroked the horses nose 'Nichol, I would like you to meet Merlin …'
'He's amazing, is he yours?' she asked as she joined Lucius at the door.
'He is, he is usually stabled at my summer house, but as we will be here for a few days and you have the stables I took the liberty of having him brought here.' He took Nichol's hand and led her to the next stable 'and I got this for you.' He opened the top part of the stable door and another black horse peeped out, she was slightly smaller than the one in the other stable 'Her name is Morgana, I hope you don't mind me already choosing a name for her, it's just that you are taking so bloody long choosing a name for your owl …'
Nichol grinned 'I named him Lunar' she walked over to Morgana and stroked her muzzle, I love the name Morgana, but I can't accept a gift like this.'
'Nichol, I treated you appallingly and this is my way of saying I am sorry, please say you will accept her.'
'You treated me badly because you thought I was a muggle did you not?'
'Yes' he replied.
'If I were still a muggle would you not treat me the same way?'
'Well … yes'
'So are you really sorry for how you treated me?'
'If you put it that way – no!'
Nichol laughed, 'didn't think so but thank you anyway, I love her!' she scratched between Morgana's ears.
'So shall we take them out and explore more of your land?' Lucius asked.
'Sounds good to me, but I have not got any riding clothes with me' she shrugged.
'No problem' he replied, leading the way back into the house. Once upstairs he led her into a room overlooking the ocean and cliffs 'this is the main bedroom, I had the elves bring your things into here – I had them pack everything, just in case. This is also from me, I thought you might need it …' he gestured to the bed where an old fashioned green wool riding habit was laying on the bed 'I will leave you to get ready, I have taken the room next door if that is alright with you?'
'That's fine with me' she smiled. As he was about to leave she stopped him 'Lucius …'
'Yes?'
'Thank you!'
Nichol got changed into the long skirt and fitted jacket, the fit was amazing, it emphasised her small waist and then flared out over the hips to end in two long tails at the back. Pulling on a pair of Victorian style ankle boots and then heading to the mirror, pulling her hair back she plaited it and left it hanging down her back. Standing looking into the full-length mirror she smiled, the whole outfit made her look like she had drifted back in time. Walking to the windows she saw that they were actually french windows and they opened onto a terrace outside her room. Stepping out onto the terrace she leant onto the balustrade and gazed out over the cliffs and ocean below. She was lost in thought and did not hear Lucius join her on the terrace 'are you ready?' he asked.
Nichol spun around at the sound of his voice and was stunned when she saw him, Lucius was standing before her wearing riding boots, tight black breeches and a full white shirt, his hair was caught up and the nape of his neck with a black velvet ribbon, in his hand he was carrying a riding crop. The thought flashed through her mind of her dream from the night before and she felt herself go dizzy.
'Nichol … are you alright?' Lucius asked, 'you have gone terribly pale.' He could not help but feel happy with the reaction his outfit had drawn, sure it was a totally calculated move, and he now knew that she was shaken by him, which pleased him immeasurably.
'I'm fine, honestly, I just went a little dizzy, but I am alright.'
'Good' he held his arm out to her in a chivalrous manner 'shall we go?'
Nichol took his arm and together they walked downstairs and out to the stables where the elves had the horses ready for them. Lucius turned to the elves 'is everything prepared?' the elves looked nervous and obviously wanted to be out of the sight of their master 'yes sir.'
They rode out over the fields and looked towards the village in the distance; it would be close enough should she need anything and yet far enough away to not be bothersome Nichol mused. After a leisurely ride through the fields, woods and orchards that made up Nichol's lands, Lucius suggested they follow the trail down into the beach. The ride down was steep and precarious but they both made it down with relative ease.
At the bottom of the trail Lucius jumped down from Merlin and lifted Nichol down from Morgana. Once the horses were tied close to a trough containing water and feed, Lucius led Nichol over to a blanket lying on the sand. No sooner had they sat down, platters of food and bottles of chilled wine appeared 'Lunch is served…' Lucius said as he handed Nichol a glass of wine. They ate and chatted about the house and made general plans to go and check out Nichol's other properties in Europe.
'Do you think you will sell the house?' Lucius asked.
'Well, you said I have plenty of money in Gringotts?'
'Yes you do, you are very affluent Nichol'
'In that case then, if I don't need the money, I see no reason to sell – and I do love this house … to be honest I don't think I could bear to sell.'
Nichol picked up a strawberry and dipped it into the bowl of cream and ate it. A little of the cream lay on her bottom lip, Lucius reached out and ran his thumb gently over her lip, removing the cream, bringing the thumb back to his own mouth he licked the cream from his thumb. Nichol felt as though she were hypnotised, the sight of his tongue snaking out to lick the cream from his thumb causing her entire body to melt, the thought of how that tongue would feel against her skin giving her goose bumps. Without a thought she picked up another strawberry, dipping this into the cream and then holding it out to Lucius. He leant forward his eyes meeting hers; wrapping his long fingers gently around her wrist he lightly licked some of the cream from the strawberry. With his eyes gazing so intently into hers Nichol blushed, wondering if he knew what she was thinking – her mind once again flashing to an image of Lucius licking the cream from her nipples. He took the strawberry into his mouth and let his tongue trail over the skin of her fingertips causing Nichol to shiver.
'I have a favour to ask, if you don't mind?' Lucius said out of the blue.
'Ask away'
'Well I was wondering if we, sorry you, would host a dinner party here for a few of my friends?'
'Oh that would be a wonderful idea, kind of like a house warming, of course we should!'
'Are you sure? I just thought it might be a good opportunity for you to meet some more of our kind of people.'
Nichol knew by this he meant people who were not muggles. 'I think that this would be nice, and of course you should be the host, you will be the one introducing me to your friends, I would be honoured if you would be my partner for this…'
Lucius smiled warmly, but this time he could not look Nichol in the eye, or she might have caught the cold calculating glint in his eye. Taking her hand gently into his 'the honour would be all mine' he replied chivalrously as he kissed her hand.
'We ought to head back to the house, those clouds look somewhat ominous.' He indicated out over the water. They remounted their horses and headed back up the trail towards the house. Once they arrived back Nichol headed into the house to explore some more and Lucius made his excuses and rode away, he said he would contact his friends about dinner and would be back later that evening. As she watched him ride away Nichol felt a twinge of sadness 'good grief' she said to herself 'I am falling for him…'
It was getting late and it was dark now outside, Nichol had eaten dinner alone as Lucius was not back. The clouds had carried on building and it looked like a storm was brewing. Nichol bathed and prepared for bed, opting for a simple cotton nightdress as it was a hot night she curled up on her bed with a book. One of the elves came in and lit candles in the room and then silently left again. It was after 11pm as Nichol was feeling drowsy and Lucius had still not returned, putting down her book she went over to the windows and opened the French windows hoping to let in some air and hopefully a cool breeze. Lying back on her bed she let her eyes flutter closed and she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
The storm was building as Lucius got back to High Tor. The house was silent as he stalked through the darkness to his own room. His blood was still vibrating with the excitement of tonight's events. He poured himself a glass of brandy from the decanter on his dresser as he walked out onto the terrace. Standing by the balustrade listening to the thunder rolling in across the ocean, lightning punctuating the darkness.
Turning to go back into his room he noticed that the doors into Nichol's room were open. The drapes billowed into the room in the breeze and the candles lighting the room flickered as their flames danced in the dark. 'Oh this is just too perfect' he smirked to himself. There was nothing better than committing murder and then coming home to use that pent up adrenaline in bed…
Standing at the doorway he watched as Nichol turned over in her sleep, he could not help but wonder what she was dreaming tonight. Lucius sipped his brandy and sighed, it was unclear as to what disturbed Nichol, was it the sigh – or his shadow in the doorway?
'Who's there?' she whispered into the darkness. Her eyes fought to become accustomed to the lack of light. When she could finally focus she saw a tall cloaked figure in the doorway to the terrace, the moonlight and occasional flashes of lightning showing a hideous mask with that gave the appearance of being a skull.
'It is not safe for a young woman to be alone in an open bedroom …' his voice was silky smooth and gave Nichol a strange sense of deja vous.
'Just whom do I need be afraid of?' she replied, again this seemed so familiar to her.
'You need to be afraid of men like me!' he said walking towards the bed.
As he stepped out of the shadows Nichol saw him for the first time, he wore a long black hooded cloak, black breeches and boots with a loose fitting white shirt, and his face was concealed behind the skull like mask. 'Why should I be afraid of you?'
He stood at the foot of the bed and let his cloak slip from his shoulders, it was then that Nichol saw the white blonde hair, still fastened back with a velvet ribbon; it was messier than it had been earlier in the day, giving him a sexily dishevelled look… 'Why?' he mocked 'I plan on showing you exactly why!'
'Lucius!' she gasped.
'You hoped for someone else?' he raised one eyebrow questioningly as he removed the mask and threw it to the floor.
'No…' she whispered. Her heart beating what felt like double time. 'You, this, it all seems so familiar, like I have seen it before, like a…' she faltered.
'Like a dream?' he finished for her.
'Yes…' she sighed.
'You have no idea how much I have been fighting the urge to take you to my bed' he downed the rest of his brandy and threw the glass into the fireplace. Climbing onto the bottom of the bed he ran his hands up her legs, pushing her nightdress up to her thighs before stopping. With his legs astride her body he held her pinned to the bed, leaning forward he kissed her hungrily.
When he withdrew his lips she felt short of breath and breathed 'maybe you should have kept on fighting…' moving suddenly she unbalanced him, he rolled off of her body and then fell onto the floor, she shock and impact winded him. Moving quickly Nichol climbed on top of him, her thighs straddling his body. Leaning forward she kissed him before placing her palms onto his chest, finally drawing back she grasped the front of his shirt and tore it open 'or maybe … you should have given in sooner!' she ran her nails over the exposed expanse of his chest.
Beneath her Lucius growled and she felt his hips buck involuntarily. Leaning forward again she kissed his chest, running her tongue over his nipples before biting them causing him to yell out. With a grin she moved lower, running her tongue over his taught stomach until she reached the top of his breeches. Lucius closed his eyes and sighed, his mind not even registering as she opened them, finding him naked before her eyes. He did however feel the cool breeze against his cock followed by a warm breath; opening his eyes he glanced down and saw her run her tongue over his hardening manhood. He could barely believe his eyes, he had never before know a woman who would do this voluntarily, whilst he had held Nichol prisoner he had forced this upon her and when he had still been with Narcissa … oh there would be no chance she would have sucked his cock, she would have been to afraid of smudging her always perfect lipstick. In fact sex on the whole with Narcissa had been a chore, which once Draco was conceived they both gave up on. Lucius lay back and closed his eyes again, he knew that he needed to regain some control of this situation or he would spend too soon.
With a groan he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up his body, rolling over to pin her down onto the floor. Grasping her nightdress he tore the nightdress from her 'oh you're so masculine…' she teased.
Lucius glared at her 'stop that' he hissed.
'And if I don't?' she grinned.
'If you don't I will have to make you' he replied, running his palms over her breasts and teasing the nipples with his fingers.
'That's the second time today I have been in trouble, what does a girl need to do to be really naughty around here?' she pouted.
Lucius stood up and pulled her up with him, throwing off his torn shirt and stripping her shredded nightdress from her. Sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only his breeches which were still unfastened, he pulled her over his lap. Without giving her time to register what he was doing he spanked her several times on each cheek. Nichol squirmed against him, feeling his cock grow beneath her. Lucius struck her again, this time landing the blow directly onto her exposed pussy and then leaving his hand resting there.
Nichol felt the heat in his fingers as he ran them between her lips, spreading the moisture he found onto her clit and drawing little circles upon it until she cried out. Slipping off his lap onto the floor Nichol tried to remove Lucius' breeches, to make this easier he stood up. With his breeches now pulled down to his knees Nichol took him in her hand, stroking him gently and then running her tongue over the head of his prick. Lucius moaned and reached up to steady himself by holding onto the upper bars of her four poster bed. This spurred Nichol onwards and she looked up meeting his gaze and licking her lips before sliding them down his shaft. Still with their eyes locked she eased him back out slowly, running her tongue around the rim of his swollen head and then sucking him back deep into her throat. Lucius hissed and grabbed hold of her head, trying desperately to prevent her moving so that he could regain some control.
Reaching down Lucius pulled her back up his body and kissed her passionately 'you are driving me insane woman!' snarled at her and then threw her roughly onto the bed. Quickly removing the rest of his clothes he pressed her against the bed, using his legs to hold her arms down he ducked his head between her thighs, running his tongue between her lips, using his fingers to hold her open to him he spotted his target and flicked the tip of his tongue over her clitoris enjoying her gasp and twitching beneath him. Nichol managed to counter his attack and took him back into her mouth, gently increasing and decreasing the suction on his cock and massaging him with her tongue, and then fucking him with her mouth.
It was a battle of wills neither of them willing to let the other win and drive them over the edge into submission. Both Lucius and Nichol fought to keep their own climax under check whilst attempting to bring the other to orgasm first.
In the end Lucius was triumphant as Nichol trembled beneath him and begged 'Lucius, fuck me … please.'
Turning and moving quickly up the bed he kissed her, Nichol could taste her own juices on his lips. 'I thought you would never ask!' he growled as he buried himself deep inside her. At first fucking her slowly but pressing deeply and then building to a faster tempo. Each thrust managing to hit the right angle for her g-spot and clit at the same time. She moaned and panted, occasionally screaming his name as her climax grew. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper and dug her nails into his shoulders. It was Lucius' turn to cry out, each of them spurred on by the animalistic cries of the other.
Then he felt it, her entire body vibrating, and the heat from her skin almost burning his fingers as he touched her. Her pussy … oh dear god it was drawing him in, deeper and deeper in vice like grip that he never wished to escape. His orgasm joined hers and they clung together in a combination of desire and need, both feeling more fulfilled than ever before.
After their climaxes subsided Lucius rolled over taking Nichol with him, her head resting on his chest …
'Lucius…' she whispered.
'Yes?'
'Please stay here with me tonight.'
'Of course, if you really want me…' he didn't finish what he was saying before Nichol replied.
'I do – oh and …'
'Yes?'
'Promise me you will do that again sometime.' She smiled.
'Don't worry' he smiled and kissed the top of her head 'I already intend to!'
As they fell asleep – Nichol's mind was untroubled, but Lucius' was not 'what have I have I gotten myself into?' he asked himself.
The next morning they screwed at a more leisurely pace – Nichol mused about how it could hardly be classified as making love as neither of them felt love for the other, just a mutual desire and hopefully respect.
When they finally arranged for the elves to bring them breakfast they sat talking in bed, Nichol feeling slightly embarrassed by the elves seeing her naked, had pulled up the sheet to cover her modesty. This made Lucius laugh, as the elf arrived with the tray he kissed Nichol and ran his hand over her breast, exposing her once more and the bending to gently lick and then bite her nipple. Nichol closed her eyes and flushed a deep crimson, when she opened her eyes again she saw that the elf had left a tray on the bed and vanished.
As they ate the food the elves had delivered they chatted. 'I should head back to my room to shower and change' Lucius declared.
Nichol put her arm onto his 'Lucius, whilst we are staying here at High Tor, would you consider moving into this room, with me?' she looked nervous asking this.
'Are you sure that's what you want?' Lucius asked.
'I'm sure' she replied.
'In that case, I would love to' he called for an elf to move his things from the room next door and turned to Nichol 'so…' he smirked 'I guess if we share a room, then we share a shower too?'
He took her hand and led her from the bed towards the bathroom. As he was about to close the bathroom door he heard the elf moving his things, sticking his head back into the bedroom he informed the elf that there would be guests for dinner that night, so they should prepare dinner for four, then he closed the bathroom door.