Malfoy Manor

Despite Lucius telling her they were only minutes away from it, Malfoy Manor was still completely obscured from view by the thick forest that surrounded it. Morgana was indescribably nervous. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and she held Lucius's hand rather tighter than she would usually have done. He lounged back against the shiny leather seat of the Rolls Royce, and chatted away, attempting to calm Morgana's apprehension, but he could sense it wasn't working on this occasion.

The chauffeur turned the car smoothly onto a driveway, slowing gradually as they reached a pair of enormous black wrought iron gates, which evaporated in front of their eyes. The gravel driveway was bordered on either side by squared off hedges even taller than the gates, and Morgana sensed rather saw the extensive grounds that encompassed the house.
As they emerged from the succession of evergreens, Morgana gasped aloud. Malfoy Manor wasn't a manor house at all. It was a mansion!
Six five-storey turrets rose majestically into the sky, flanking the main body of the stone house. It was astounding, a truly amazing building, and Morgana continued to gaze at it in wonderment as Lucius helped her out of the car.
Lucius was used to people expressing their admiration of his house, but on this day he felt both proud and humbled as this young woman, one of the most beautiful creations he had ever been blessed enough to lay eyes on, regarded his home with absolute marvel.
The wizard took Morgana's hand, and she followed him up the four shallow steps to the massive oak doors. The doors opened slowly to reveal an enormous, dimly-lit hallway, ornate doors leading off from it in every direction.
Lucius placed his hand on her lower back, pushing her gently into the reception hall, unable to contain a smile as she gazed up at the stunning marble staircase above her head. He striped off his black leather gloves, throwing them carelessly onto the table beside the door, and unclasped the silver snake brooch on his cloak. He left the cloak on, and gently retrieved Morgana's hand. She turned to look at him, a smile on her lips, and he said softly, "Come on, I'll show you to your room."
He held her hand, leading her up the wide staircase to the first floor, guiding her left when they reached the top.
Morgana studied the portraits lining the corridor. Centuries worth of haughty wizards and witches stared down at them as they passed along the hall. Malfoy ancestors, she supposed, the ones not quite prominant enough to be on show in the public areas of the house, but still too important to be hidden away. The faces in the paintings were inscrutable, as Lucius's was much of the time. Blond hair and grey eyes were dominant in many of the pictures, and Morgana noticed Malfoy Manor in many of them - it was fascinating to see how the house had changed over time.
Lucius stopped at the very end of the corridor, watching Morgana's face as he opened the heavy oak door of the tower room. He stood back against the carved door, and let go of her hand as she stepped slowly past him into the room.
Morgana strolled around in awe. She could feel the plushness of the rich scarlet red carpet even through the soles of her shoes, and she couldn't stop her fingers trailing lightly over the deep plum and emerald silk curtains at the windows. The room was vast, and amazing in itself, but the centerpiece was nothing short of divine. The mahogany four poster bed on the left wall was draped with lengths of red, purple and emerald voil to match the rest of the room, and a silk scarlet throw covered the mattress.
Morgana looked at Lucius again, completely overwhelmed by his efforts to make her visit comfortable.
"Lucius, this is beautiful...Thankyou."
The wizard stared shyly down at his highly polished black shoes. "You don't need to thank me, Morgana, I just wanted to make you happy."
She was suddenly there in front of him, her fingers easing his chin upwards so their gazes met.
"Being with you alone makes me happy," Morgana murmured, and her fingertips strayed up to his face, her palm pressing gently against his cheek, and at that tender caress, they both knew they'd been apart for too long.
Their arms snaked around each other, their eager mouths crashing together, and Lucius kicked the heavy door closed as his fingers found the silk laces on the back of her bodice. Morgana felt the fabric loosen around her torso as he pulled the ribbon undone, and she shoved him back against the closed door, fumbling a little as she unbuttoned his jacket. She eased both the jacket and the black cloak from his shoulders in one swift movement, and they pooled together on the floor, forgotten.
Morgana was on tiptoes, her fingers tangled in Lucius's thick blond hair. He began to push her slowly backwards in the direction of the bed, easing the bodice of her dress down to her waist, and she started to unbutton his shirt. By the time he felt the coolness of the silk throw against the backs of his thighs, the only stitch of fabric between them was Morgana's sheer black stockings, and if he was honest, Lucius didn't see them causing him any difficulty.
She pushed him effortlessly back into the softness of the bed, a saucy smile playing on her lips, and he offered no resistance as her mouth began to work its magic on his willing body. She already knew what he liked and what to avoid, and Lucius was transported into a world of pure bliss. Moments later, he reached out for her and pulled her up across his chest, his lips searching for hers once more, his hands gliding smoothly down the full length of her back. He shuddered as she rolled over, pulling him with her so he mounted her. The suddenness of her movement astounded and inflamed him, and a second later they became one.
As his body entered hers, Morgana's stocking-clad legs involuntarily curled around his buttocks and her head fell backwards as he lowered his lips to the soft swell of her breasts. She gasped aloud as his tongue found the nipple of her left breast, and she moaned as he caught it gently between his teeth.
When Lucius opened his eyes and looked up, the sight that met his eyes overwhelmed him. Morgana's body was arched upwards, her head tilted back in sweet agony, the silken sheets twisted around her fingers. Lucius had never seen anything so erotic, and it was too much for him. He gave a low groan as his body emptied itself deep within hers, and his trembling arms gave way and he collapsed on top of her.
They lay still for several minutes, and then Morgana began to wriggle beneath him. Lucius eased himself up, his hair falling across her breasts before he brushed it out of his face. They shared a secretive smile, and Lucius rolled onto his back, lazily announcing that he believed he'd show her the rest of the manor tomorrow, that this particular room was all she really needed to see tonight, and Morgana chuckled a little in agreement. She had the next three weeks to explore Malfoy Manor, the only thing she really wanted to do right now was to reacquaint herself, wholly, with its lord and master.