Sunshine and ice cream to everyone!

Thank you for your wondrous enthusiasm, all of you! Desiree K Troys pursuits to make a better Englishman of me warms me as much as Bluebird161221:s little puffins and penguins do at night, as they crawl into my bed and just…stare.

So. This is NOT the last chapter, but we are getting close to the end of the story. And I should write a warning about a strong content in the chapter, but I will not insult your intelligence.
I presume my readers rarely ever choose vanilla as a flavour on their ice cream, so to speak.

I hope you'll be entertained and that you won't think me as a complete psycho after this. You'll know I am.

Love redfern

25TH DECEMBER; PART ONE: UNION OF THE SNAKES

What was the definition of irony?
That the Christmas holidays had started out in this room behind the office with Draco wanting nothing else to get out of there and now he never wanted to leave? As Lucius shut the door behind them to this private, intimate place and sealed the door with several safety spells, Draco took a quick glance at the scenery. He could not believe it was the same room.
He did recognise the four poster bed and the fireplace, but there were a lot of new interesting details added to it. Several thick werewolf furs were laid out before the fire and the dark velvet cover over the bed was withdrawn, only to reveal an inviting group of soft pillows.A bottle of wine stood on the bed table, accompanied by two ancient cups that Draco knew belonged to a prized collection of family items.
The warm flicker from the flames gave a safe and comforting atmosphere and right now, Draco did all he could to forget the words that had spilled from his mothers' lips. He wanted to forget all about her.
And the reason to that stood by the door and finished the spells before turning to him with his wand still drawn.
Draco did not feel the slightest afraid. The hard lesson he had learned recently had a sort of numbing effect on him that he could not shake off. Only a few days ago he might have feared for his health or even his life, locked into this room alone with his father, but now this was all he had left to keep him going.
Uncertainty did set in though, under Lucius' intense gaze.
"What are you thinking, Draco?" Lucius asked in a low, demanding voice.
"Why? Is this another game of truth or dare?" Draco replied, meeting Lucius' gaze with more cynicism than defiance.
Strangely enough, Lucius only continued to glare dead seriously at him for another second. Then he gestured to the furs in front of the fireplace.
"Sit down."
Draco arched an eyebrow and sighed, before doing as told. He faced Lucius and not the flames, but the heat still had a soothing effect on him, melting its way into the frozen emotions somehow.
Lucius approached him slowly and took his seat opposite Draco, close enough for their legs to brush against each other.
Draco felt heavier by the second, as if the crackling fire filling the silence tried to snap his feelings awake. But he fought against it.
It would mean an overload now, far too much to handle.
And then Lucius hand reached out and touched his cheek and he was sure it would burn him. It might as well have.
He was still stuck under that intense gaze and those fingertips at his cheek felt like white heat, as if they burned through skin and everything to force all feelings out of him. He found himself staring blankly at Lucius for a few seconds and next everything was about fighting the tears back.
Draco realised that his father must have noticed and he was not about to destroy that one lifeline he had left. With one great feat of strength, he swallowed the devastating need and reached out to his father's face with his own hand.
Lucius eyes narrowed at the touch, seemingly both craving and puzzled.
Draco leaned closer and spoke in a low whisper, making an effort to keep his voice steady.
"Not in here. This is our place and she will not follow us in here."
It felt good to say it and he had his reward with one of those pleased smirks that only Lucius could make.
The hand that touched Draco's cheek got hold of his chin instead and now another hand was unlocking the clasp on his robes.
Draco knew he would break if the pain was not stilled and suddenly he took a firm grip of Lucius hair and dived in for a kiss. Just as swiftly, Draco was on his back against the thick furs, his mouth filled with a tongue that licked his hungrily. Lucius tore at his clothes like a starving beast and Draco did all he could to assist the complete strip down.
The heavy sighs competed with each other, followed by a desperate sound from Draco as their overheated skins finally touched.
Then it was like lingering in a dreamlike limbo, having Lucius' strong body over him, receiving and answering the kisses, lickings, caresses and scratches, feeling the soft and soon too warm furs tickle his back and sometimes opening his eyes to feast in rapt fascination on how the flames from the fire reflected themselves on his father's body and face.
There was soft sucking at his throat, escalating to irresistible pain, fingers tracing his thighs so lightly, only to curl into dangerous claws.
His body was ready for Lucius within moments, reacting in every desired way to meet his father's needs, no matter how dangerous and devouring they were.
When the predatory mouth stopped to taste him and Lucius rose on his elbows to lean over him, Draco blinked several times to regain some amount of self-restraint. He found himself gasping with his arms wrapped around Lucius' neck, his fingers deeply entangled in the pale hair and his thighs separated and eagerly pressed against his father's hips.
Lucius gaze was eating its way into him, his grey eyes lively with predatory greed. They were both damp from the heat already and Draco found it extremely arousing, along with the intense attention he now received.
He loosened a hand from his father's hair and ran his fingertips over the cheekbone and the strong jaw, unable to hide his admiration.
He could allow himself to do this now, to study Lucius so frankly without fear of aggression.
Handsome would not quite cover it. There was something else, an almost supernatural magnetism mingled with the strong air of authority and the habit to simply take what he craved. Like the leader of a wolf pack, a superior creature with uncanny intelligence and strength, with no fear at all to use his skills.
Draco moved his head up a little to reach for another kiss, but Lucius grasped his hair harshly and pulled him back against the furs, his grey eyes glimmering like ember in ashes.
"Let's see if you can beg properly, Draco." Lucius whispered demandingly.
The command sent dark shivers of undiscovered pleasure through Draco. He did not have a word for it, but the eagerness his body showed to please Lucius in the matter caused blood to rush to his cheeks.
"Please, father!" Draco tried, speaking in no more than a breathless whisper. "Don't stop!"
Lucius answered with a sadistic smirk
Draco sighed and gasped as Lucius lips closed over his again and invited the salty tongue with his own. He felt penetrated by it, as if his father took the pleasure of desecrating him in advance. It did not matter. All that mattered was that their bodies kept being locked together, that their lips touched and tasted each other, and even the pain was a reassurance of affection.
Then his hair was gripped again and Lucius pulled him up on his knees and made him bend down enough to touch the hard, bigger sex with his lips.
Draco received it with a lot more passion than last time.
It felt sort of different doing it when still drugged on lust and working it with his mouth overheated his senses enough to let his self-restraint go. He dug his fingers into his father's hips, which was followed by a stronger pull in his hair. But he was not interrupted and Lucius started to make noises that reminded him of a frustrated beast before removing him harshly and lifting him in his hair to his feet.
With a violent push, Draco hit the bed with a frightened gasp and Lucius attacked, holding him down while forcing his legs apart with his own.
Draco's heart started to beat wildly with fear and for a moment his mind went crystal clear.
This was really it. His father was going to fuck him!
Draco started to struggle in panic.
"Wait…wait!"
But Lucius seemed to pursue his cause even more aggressively.
"Quiet, Draco!" He snarled, while catching both Draco's wrists with one hand and pinning them above his head just like that first time in the library.
Then he felt that hard, hot flesh against his narrow opening and he had a start. It was way too big!
"Please…we have to wait!" Draco gasped. "It won't work!"
Lucius smirked at him in a strange, threatening way and without warning he shoved wet, slippery fingers inside of Draco, moving them back and forth to the sounds of Draco's desperate, frightened moans.
"You have to trust your father." Lucius whispered close to his ear, pausing to lick it. "I know what's best for you."
Draco winced from the unexpected wicked pleasure the words caused. And the fingers were moving so firmly and skilfully that there was no way of denying them access. Soon they had found that spot that made him writhe and groan with conflicting feelings.
One moment he was hanging on to what they did to him and the next they were gone and instead Lucius' sex was placed against his opening again.
"Look at me, Draco."
Draco realised his eyes had been shut and opened them carefully to look at his older relative.
Lucius eyes were glazed and hungry, filled with cruel triumph.
Draco drew his breath shakily, feeling every muscle tense for the unavoidable. He tried to plead to Lucius with his eyes, but his father only seemed to reach new levels of insatiable lust.
The thrust came so suddenly that Draco cried out loud and threw his head to the side, clenching his teeth to bear the torture.
This was unendurable! The pain exploded in his head and leapt like fire through him and Lucius just kept going, pushing in with too much force.
"Father, PLEASE! STOP!"
The tears started to spill.
"Look at me!"
Lucius grabbed his chin and pulled his head back to face him. Draco fought to do as told between the small sobs and met the hot, affectionate gaze and the surprisingly soft smile.
"You want to please your father, don't you?" Lucius whispered with unexpected tenderness and even licked a salty tear away from Draco's cheek.
"Yes, father." Draco sobbed, suddenly reminded of what he would risk if he denied Lucius this.
"Good boy." Came the sweet whisper and then Lucius pushed the full length into him with a snarl and Draco was sure it would rip him in pieces. He could not stop himself from screaming and he only hoped that Lucius understood that he would need to be perfectly still not to cause the extreme pain to increase.
But thrust after agonizing thrust followed and strangely enough, pleasant shivers started to leap along his spine. The thought of not merely having Lucius beside him, but inside him was ecstatic. The feeling of being claimed so completely and being brutally taken with no sense of control at all made the lust work itself up again, enough to meet Lucius' desperation on equal ground.
The pain became a trigger for oversensitivity and arousal and soon enough, Draco winded his legs around his father's waist to give him better access to reach into him. He met Lucius gaze with the same furious hunger and started to push his hips up to meet the vicious thrusts.
"Oh, yes…yes!" Draco heard himself gasp. "Don't stop…fuck me harder!"
Lucius reacted as if gasoline had been thrown on an already raging fire and pushed them apart as he mercilessly threw Draco on his stomach instead and grasped his hips. Within moments he was inside Draco again, this time with no concern at all about moving in a little inch at the time.
Draco moaned aloud, trying to hold on to the thick cover to gain some balance through the dizziness. His sex was throbbing and aching against it and he whimpered with disappointment as Lucius drew him up on his knees and made him stand on all fours while thrusting hard and greedily into him. One fist was held at his hip, keeping him trapped against Lucius crutch with nails that broke through his skin in the fits of rapture.
The other fist was curled around the nape of his neck, keeping Draco's head down as if holding it a gesture of submission and obedience.
Draco realised that he was making a lot of noise, but he did not care. They were both panting and gasping and Lucius growled dangerously as he let the hand on Draco's hip slip around the hungry sex instead and jerked it demandingly.
"You'll come when I tell you to!" Lucius ordered between the gasps.
"Yes, father!" Draco moaned back, feeling the close climax tingling in his entire body.
His father was thrusting against that special spot and suddenly he removed his hand from Draco's neck and used it to dig into his hip as the other hand had.
The little sense Draco felt he had left flew out the window.
"Just fucking do it!" He urged, yelping as the hand on his hip suddenly slapped his buttocks very hard before resuming its position.
"Such language!" Lucius scolded, but his voice told Draco that he truly enjoyed this little game. "I really need to teach you a lesson, don't I?"
He took hold of Draco's thigh suddenly, forcing his leg to bend up against his stomach while Lucius held it locked with the arm that worked his oversensitive organ. Then he laid his weight partly on Draco to force him down against the sheets and now they were lying on their sides instead, with Lucius leaning slightly over him.
His father grabbed hold of his hair which he seemed to enjoy so much and forced Draco to display his throat. But the real sensation was, that with one leg bent up, Lucius seemed to get better access into him and for the first time Draco truly grasped the meaning of a penalty fuck. The thrusts went painfully deep now and came so fast that Draco had no time to brace himself for it. The tears trickled down his cheeks again; the grip in his hair only tightened and his sex was manipulated in such a way that it blew his mind to keep it under control.
"Not until I tell you!" Lucius demanded, his voice thick with pleasure. "Who owns you, Draco?"
"You!" Draco whimpered with desperation.
Oh, if he would only be allowed to come now, to show his father how obedient his body was and how much he aimed to follow his every whim!
"Who is fucking you?"
"You, father!"
"You love me, Draco, don't you?"
"YES!"
"Say it!"
"I love you, father!"
"Then come for me, Draco!" Lucius hissed aggressively, pulling Draco's head back against him forcefully as he worked Draco up over the edge.
Draco felt the first jerks preceding the climax and then his entire body seemed to explode in throbbing ecstacy, the strong, overheated pleasure pulsating through him in unendurable spasms as Lucius kept working him firmly through it. He writhed to be free or to thrust deeper into Lucius hand, he was not sure which, but the waves just kept coming and he lost all control over what he was doing.
As it finally died out a little, his sex was still oversensitive just like his entire body, but Lucius was still pressing his thumb up and down against it in slow, firm movements, causing Draco to shiver uncontrollably with the painful pleasure.
Lucius sucked at his earlobe softly, before whispering with his deceitfully sweet voice in his ear.
"You know what happens now, Draco? Now is when I fuck your brains out and you are going to beg me to do it."
Draco was pressed down against the sheets on his stomach without further delay and it felt wondrously perverted to feel his own warm seed clinging to the sheets against his own skin as Lucius licked his lips and grabbed hold of both his buttocks to finish the job. The deep thrusts felt harsher now as the climax was ebbing away, but his father's building excitement wasdriving him into a post-climactic arousal, enjoying the dirty little twist in the game.
He felt spent beyond words, but to keep being used so directly for his father's pleasure was satisfying on an entirely new level.
"You want this, don't you Draco?"
"Yes, father!"
He felt his organ twitch as he answered.
"Tell me what you want!"
"Spill everything into me, PLEASE!" Draco begged,speeding up the process the only way he could.
His father answered with burning slaps on his buttocks until he cried aloud from the pain.
"I have no idea who taught you to be such a bad boy!" Lucius reprimanded him, but Draco could hear that he was pleased with it all the same in his own sadistic fashion. "Take it then, you asked for it!"
And it did not take long after that. His father quickened the pace in an almost unbearable way and then he felt the pain dimming his sight as Lucius recklessly struggled against his body, sounding frightfully alike the predator he resembled.
Draco drew his breath as the pace subsided and noticed that he was shaking with exhaustion. Lucius was still panting heavily and without drawing out of him, he laid down on Draco, who allowed himself to relax against the cover as well. His father was quite heavy, but within seconds he wrapped an arm around Draco and tipped them over to the side.
Draco felt how all tension started to relieve itself as Lucius tucked him close to his own body. They lay almost exactly as they had done in that room at the inn the other day, only this time everything was different.
There was no wall between them anymore.
Draco pressed himself against Lucius and revelled in how their damp bodies matched each other. Lucius entwined his fingers with Draco's and had him resting his head on his arm. Some strands of his father's hair was clinging to the cover under Lucius arm, close to Draco's head, and Draco took them into his free hand and caressed them slowly with his fingers while feeling the veils of sleep washing over him.
The covers and sheets looked a mess. He could feel something warm and wet running down his thighs from his buttocks but he was too tired to care. Maybe he smelled blood or perhaps it was his father's seed. Both alternatives were wickedly satisfying. He had showed Lucius what he was ready to do to please him and Lucius seemed wondrously sated at the moment, even kissing his hair and neck tenderly as he too seemed to relax into his own world.

Draco woke up with a dry mouth and chills from the cold wetness of the sheets clinging to him. He could not feel Lucius near and quickly opened his eyes and sat up to survey his surroundings.
His father was standing right beside the bed, pouring up some wine in one of the rare and expensive cups. He was still naked and wore traces of the recent activities.
"Good morning, Draco." He said matter-of-factly, offering Draco the cup in his hand.
Draco received it gratefully and took a sip before getting in to the conversation. The wine was deliciously smooth and juicy against his bitter-tasting tongue.
"How long did I sleep?"
"Only for forty-five minutes." Lucius replied, taking the other cup.
"Oh." Draco tasted the wine again. "I thought nobody was supposed to touch these cups." Draco said, more like a genuine question than a provocation.
"Your mother is not to touch these cups." Lucius corrected him. "That's why I have told her they hold a curse."
Draco could not help smirking, despite the sting of pain the mentioning of his mother brought up.
Lucius smirked back and seated himself on the bed without taking his eyes of Draco.
"Are you in pain?" His father asked with strangely glimmering eyes.
"You wish." Draco teased and then he quickly added, as he saw the scowl on Lucius' face. "Yeah, a bit."
"Only a bit?"
"All right, it stings and itches like hell."
Lucius smiled as he had the correct answer and sipped some wine with his aristocratic manners intact, despite his condition.
"You bled quite richly, Draco, so I took the liberty of stopping the flow. But you might have some inner wounds for a while."
He said it as if he was discussing the weather and Draco could not help staring at him in admiration mixed with the feeling of suffering a great offence.
"But you must have liked it." Draco said, imitating Lucius voice uncannily well.
Lucius threw him a strange glance and put his cup down on the bedtable.
"I think it's time to visit the bathroom." He said, reaching his hand out to Draco.
Draco got hold of it and inched his way carefully out of the bed. As soon as he was on his feet, the real pain from the penetration emerged and Draco grimaced slightly as he realised the difficulties it would bring just sitting down and walking around.
Lucius smirked at him again and took his face tenderly in his hands while kissing him affectingly, sucking his lips and tasting his tongue. Draco kissed him back, eager for the sensation, and wrapped his arms around Lucius neck. His father drew him close and embraced him as well, holding him tightly against his body until both of them started to get hard from the kissing.
"Really, Draco." Lucius said, arching an eyebrow with a glint of amusement. "We were going somewhere, weren't we?"
"Absolutely right, father." Draco replied, arching his eyebrow in the same manner to feign politeness.
Lucius seemed to enjoy it and lead him out from the room, through his office and into another door where a private bathroom emerged.
While Draco stood shivering on the cold marble floor, Lucius threw the same safety- and silencing spells on the door as he had in the bedroom.
The marble was light green and several tastefully shaped silver candleholders hung on the wall, all which Lucius lit with a sweep of his wand.
There was a shower place to the left and to the right there was a typical eastern bath that was sunk into the floor, complete with a stone bench beside it, carrying a pile of soft towels.
As Lucius put his wand down on the bench, he took Draco by the hand again and led him to the shower.
"Let's start here, shall we?" He suggested rhetorically.
Draco only nodded, feeling his stomach twitch as he started to imagine all the promises the shower could hold. But his insides were really hurting and he hoped to have a milder treatment this time.
Soon enough they stood under sprinkling water and Lucius started to clean him with a small cloth, as if he was a child. But Draco loved it and winced with pleasure under the warm water and the soft, seductive touches.
He took his time to study Lucius meanwhile, taking pleasure from the sight of his body and hair getting soaking wet and even from the dried blood on his member.
As Lucius reached the sensitive places, Draco reacted a little and Lucius turned him around very slowly.
"Brace your hands against the wall, Draco. Legs apart, like that, yes."
As the cloth caressed the narrow cleft between his buttocks and his thighs, Draco could not help but sigh and moan quietly as it caused this tingling feeling in his legs.
"I hope you know who you belong to now." Lucius said softly. "If nothing else, you can feel it."
When Draco did not answer at once, Lucius pulled his hair slightly.
"Ow! Yes…"
"You know there will be a lot of important people at the ball tomorrow as well."
"Yes, father."
"If you flirt with any of them, you will anger me in a way you have never seen before. Would you want that?"
"No, of course not."
Draco reflected only a second before he added:
"But that goes for you too."
The cloth moved to his balls and squeezed them lightly, forcing a groan out of Draco.
"Really?"
"Yes, father." Draco said, as resolute as he could, and turned to face Lucius without waiting for a command.
He laid his hand on the cloth and looked carefully at his father.
"May I?"
Lucius viewed him curiously but seemed content with the initiative.
"Why, certainly. And why don't you do this on your knees when you're at it?"
"Yes, why don't I?" Draco answered and did as suggested.
He had this twinge of pleasure from wiping his own blood off from his father's member and by the look of the flesh hardening and growing, Lucius did not mind all that much either. Every now and then Lucius wiped the wet hair out of Draco's eyes as he worked with great concentration.
"There might be certain relations I need to uphold at the ball, Draco."
"You mean others that you fuck occasionally?" Draco said surprised over how hurt and angry he felt suddenly. The jealousy was stabbing his heart like poison and he fought to remain calm.
"Would you mind much?" Lucius asked, smiling down provokingly at him.
Draco felt his cheeks burn and did not answer. Lucius laughed quietly in amusement.
"Very few people deserve that honour, Draco." He said. "Not even my wife has access to that pleasure and certainly nobody outside the family. But one can always hold people chained to you by unspoken promises."
"Is that so?"
"Real intimacy means revealing weakness."
"So this must mean that I can do the same."
"Pardon me?"
A familiar fist gripped his hair and pulled his face up. Lucius was not smiling anymore and Draco took a dark pleasure from hurting him back.
"Well, you would not want me to disgrace the family name, do you?" Draco said with an innocent voice. "What would people think if your son did not live up to the natural knack for manipulation and seduction that is said to be so characteristic for our family?"
That shark smile appeared on his father's face again, warning Draco from pushing it further.
"You will not want to try me in these matters." Lucius stated and pushed Draco's head closer to his sex. "Have you cleaned everything properly?"
"I might have missed a spot, one second…" And Draco took the hard member into his mouth and sucked, not at all surprised about where the conversation had ended.
Lucius let out a deep sigh of satisfaction and leaned himself casually against the wall as Draco continued to please him. It was sort of nice feeling the organ swelling even more in his mouth, becoming harder and ready.
"You are really good at this, Draco." Lucius whispered. "If I did not know better, I'd thought you've taught yourself this in your dormitory at school."
A horrible imaginary scene flashed through Draco's mind, involving Crabbe, Goyle and Edwin, but he suppressed it quickly not to lose his own rising desire.
The small spasms in his father's sex gave him a warning that it was time, but suddenly Lucius pulled his head away and pressed him up against the wet marble wall, so that Draco was forced to lock his legs around Lucius waist to support himself.
"I better make sure that you can really feel enough…loyalty at the ball." Lucius breathed and forced his wet sex into Draco's sore and aching opening.
After much writhing and protesting from Draco, Lucius simply pressed his hand against the younger Malfoy's mouth and pushed inside.
Draco had never in his life experienced pain like this. Stars seemed to explode in front of his eyes and brutal invasion felt more like a conquest than an act of sex.
His tears mixed with the sprinkling water and the muffled cries had no effect on the situation at all. It tore him apart psychically to deal with it, on top of everything that happened with his mother and all.
And to his horror, the overwhelming need to let the tears out took over and suddenly he could not have stopped the flow even if he would have wanted to. Everything became too much!
Lucius stopped moving inside him abruptly and Draco was sure it would get a lot worse, judging from how many tears he had spilled in so little time.
His father frowned and looked him in the eye for one breathless second.
If he did not stop crying like an idiot, he would be punished within moments, or even worse: thrown out!
But the hand was removed from his mouth and Draco put his arms around Lucius and buried his face in his shoulder, unable to do anything else.
"Schh, Draco…" Lucius whispered in his ear. "You are stronger than this, aren't you?"
"Yes, father." Draco managed to get out between the tears. "I'm sorry…"
This was dead embarrassing!
"Don't worry about it." Soft kisses landed on his cheeks, eyelids and mouth. "I like it when you cry."
Draco could not help but to let out a short laugh despite the pain. This unexpected, perverted frankness from his father had a strange calming effect on him and it was said with that special glint in the eye that made it impossible not to fall head over heels for his bestial charms.
"You are a monster." Draco whispered, feeling how the tears started to ebb away.
"I'm honoured." Lucius smirked and licked his tear-stained cheek with one long stroke with the tongue. "And what about you, Draco?"
"Just take me." Draco whispered, with the most seductive voice that he could manage under the circumstances, and nibbled at his father's earlobe.
The call was not unheard.
Lucius eyes got that glazed look and he ran his fingers through Draco's wet hair while starting to move inside him again, with slow but determined thrusts.
"You feel this, Draco?"
Draco swallowed not to scream.
"Yes, father." He gasped.
"You are so tight." Lucius whispered and licked his lips like a hungry wolf. "You like this, don't you?"
Lucius started to touch his sex and ran his thumb and forefinger along its full length, causing Draco to grow stone hard and prepared for a new climax in no time. The quick change of feelings was confusing and dazzling and it made him lust all the more for the outcome.
His senses were burning to receive his father's greed, to be the object of his lust and satisfaction. It was a sublime, dark game to play, acting like his father's little whore.
"Don't stop, father." Draco whispered, drugged on the pleasure rather than the pain.
Lucius worked him faster and thrust harder, so that Draco's buttocks kept slamming against the hard, slippery wall.
"What do you want me to do?" Lucius asked demandingly.
"Fuck me, father!" Draco breathed, completely out of his mind with the urge.
"I can't hear you." Lucius hissed.
"Fuck me hard, father!" Draco shouted, sounding more like a loud moan.
This was the real test for the silencing spells but he really did not care if anyone heard it. The thought of someone listening enflamed him even more!
Lucius came inside him with violent thrusts and a still moment followed where only their gasps were heard.

Draco was still hard and frustrated, but Lucius drew out of him and let him down to his feet. It was really difficult just standing up right now and he was grateful when Lucius swept him up and carried him the few yards to the bath.
He was put down by the edge of the bath, still standing with Lucius before him. His father had one of those content smiles on his lips again and stroke a finger slowly against Draco's small, battered hole.
Draco jumped and was about to protest, but the finger disappeared before he had the chance and was held before his eyes. It was coated in fresh blood, mingled with something that Draco presumed was his father's seed.
"It's your virgin blood." Lucius said, with badly hidden pride. We better mend that little scratch, hm?"
Draco only nodded, exhausted and desperate beyond all sense. Lucius kissed him teasingly with the tongue, caressing his hips and buttocks in a way that made his hand close around his needy sex on instinct.
His father gave him a hard slap on the hand at once and Draco withdrew it with a start.
"Not yet, my precious little prince." Lucius reproached him, reaching for his wand.
Draco was directed to turn around and a few spells later, the pain was a little number, but still lingering in the background. The wand was put aside again and Lucius stepped down into the warm water, pulling Draco's hand to make him follow. Draco followed every direction as if he was in a trance, thinking that he would go mad if he did not get release soon.
Lucius seated himself comfortably and leaned back against one of the corners, while placing Draco in his knee, pushing his back and head against his chest.
Draco felt his father's somewhat still hard member under his buttocks, feeling a strong wave of arousal leap through him. Lucius put an arm around Draco's waist and used his free hand to caress Draco's balls, as whimpers and moans escaped the younger Malfoy's lips.
"Now, touch yourself and remember what I just did to you." Lucius whispered, his lips tickling pleasantly against Draco's ear.
It was all too easy obeying this command.
Draco started to please himself, at first distracted by the fact that his father was watching and then genuinely turned on by it.
He could not have held out for longer than thirty seconds before he felt the pre-ejaculation spasms. By then he was so high on it, the seed gushed out in a lot richer quantities than he was used to, emptying him completely. And Lucius just kept licking his ear, his organ twitching as Draco groaned 'oh father!' through it all.
When it was over Lucius put both arms around Draco, who felt lost in the mists of the climax, and gave him unexpectedly tender kisses and strokes.
Draco was still trembling against his father's warm body, taking in the salty smell of it and revelling in the long-awaited gentleness.
"You are really beautiful, Draco."
Draco winced with pleasure.
"Thank you." He murmured against Lucius chest.
"Fall asleep if you like. I'll carry you back to bed."
"Not to my room." Draco whispered.
"Of course not."
Draco made a content sound and pressed his head closer to Lucius chest for a moment. He could not remember being this relaxed ever in his life. He felt complete in an odd sort of way and the pain his mother had caused seemed to be but a small cut on a parchment.
"Draco?"
"Hm?"
A few seconds of silence followed.
"Never mind. Go to sleep."
And Draco did as told, not reflecting over what the short silence might have meant until much later.