Enraptured Release
Lurid Lusts
An aura of mystery surrounds her
The lady in brightest white
The young witch sighed as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. If Kilner's Grove intimidated her, then Châteaux Lestrange made her feel two feet tall. How could just two people live here? The gross immorality of it cut at Lily's nerves. She squared her shoulders, tilted her chin, and was about to walk up towards the steps when a house elf popped next to her.
"Missy Evans. I's Biddy. I's be here to greets you, Missy."
"Hello Biddy," Lily greeted.
"I's takes your bags to your rooms."
Reluctantly, Lily handed the quivering creature her bags. Whilst surveying the exterior of the house (or palace), she stopped as she spied a set of circular stones entrenched in the sloping lawn. The discs were decorated with multi-coloured fairies frolicking amongst the opening pansies, unicorn foals shimmering with gold gambolling amongst the fields in their setting, mermaids combing their teal-hued hair by their shimmering shores.
They conveyed the scenes of magic that her father had imbued in her when she came home and told her family she'd met a boy who told her what she truly was. It was in the midst of wallowing in these memories that she found she was suddenly engulfed by a pair of arms. She stood stock still. Then cool breath fell down her neck and now decorated with rather passionate kisses on the other side of her throat.
"Hmm, and who might you be, my dear?"
"Depends," she said. "Who are you?"
"Rabastan Lestrange, madam, at your service!"
Lily found herself being swung around and staring into blue-green eyes, a playful and dimpled smirk, and shoulder length thick black hair that matched his brothers, but he was thinner - more like Snape's build than Rodolphus'. That did not deter from the obvious ripple of muscles she felt from his hug.
"Do you often accost strange witches in such fashion?" Lily asked, trying to imitate Euphemia's effortless grace. "Or is it just me that is the lucky one?"
Rabastan tilted his head to the side as he folded his arms. "Hmm, you are not a strange witch, though, are you?" He leaned forward, winking as he continued, "You are Lily Evans. I may have been four years above you, but I remember you quite clearly."
"Now I remember," she sighed. "You were a Prefect in my first three years."
"Correct," he said, doffing an imaginary cap at her. "Now, what brings you to our humble abode?"
There was nothing humble about Châteaux Lestrange. "I invited her," replied a smooth voice she had never before heard.
"My Lord!" Rabastan gasped as he dropped to his knees and kissed the hem. The display rather disgusted Lily, but Euphemia helped smooth out her blank features, as Lily had quite an expressive and truthful face. "I did not mean any harm."
"I know, my son." The wizard, still hidden by cloak and cowl, patted Rabastan's head. "I do not desire you to be near now. I wish to have a little introductory tête-à-tête with the radiant Miss Evans."
Rabastan stood up and scurried out of their way. Lily's nerves went up a notch as she recalled the words he spoke to Severus. Muggle filth, he believed it, and yet here she was. The same muggle filth standing outside an ancient Magical abode that would be under English Heritage or the National Trust were it a Muggle building.
"Sir," she said, feeling her heart leap out of her throat. "I am honoured to meet you." She curtsied the way Euphemia showed her how. "I know that my being in your presence is a great gift you rarely bestow on anyone."
"Such manners becomes you, Miss Evans." The wizard reached out with one long, white, somewhat skeletal finger to her chin and lifted her up by the strength of that single digit. Lily gulped. "Yes, you do indeed have interesting hair and eyes, do you not?"
"Sir?"
"A Slytherdor mix I understand the youth call it," he sneered before he released her chin for the sole purpose to lower his cowl to reveal his features.
Lily clutched onto her chest and gasped. He did, indeed, have thick dark locks, sort of in-between Rabastan's and Rodolphus', set in the style he would have held as a teenager. The eyes glittered and were a sort of non-colour - a Kaleidoscope of myopic magic that danced differing fuliginous shades along his face, almost hypnotising her. Violently, she shook her head and realised she was looking back into the gaze of a man that owned the most beautiful set of eyes she'd ever seen. They were wide apart, their brows arching meticulously. The almond shape helped their owner to put on such a friendly front. Their colour was described as sea-green or teal. To her, however, they remained dark brown. Or a hazel brown with green flecks...possibly? It was then Lily understood one basic fact about Tom Riddle; no one could be sure of his appearance, and that made him dangerous beyond compare.
"I am not seeking a permanent connection, sir," she said quietly, though her entire being counted on her remaining under control.
"We shall see." He smiled.
Lily wished he would not as it highlighted just how outwardly perfect he was. Compared to her. To everybody. No wonder he felt he should take over the world.
"I had best get to my room," she said, trying not to stutter or chew on her hair. "I have yet to meet our hosts."
"When I am in the home – I become the host," he explained simply. "We look like we belong together, do you not think?"
She had no time to think on that random statement as he took her hand in his. Tugging her towards a long lawn, down a set of stone steps set into the sloping grass, where they ended up between two rectangular stretches of water with enchanted statues of golden glimmering cherubs spouting water playfully out of their mouths, and swimming in backward strokes, sapphire eyes twinkling with merryment at their childlike display of mirth.
"Is there something you wish me to see, sir?" she asked.
Once he had reached his destination, he pulled her in front of him and kept her there, wrapped in his arms. The proximity was almost intoxicating; Lily felt quite overwhelmed by the closeness.
"Ah," he whispered, touching his lips to the shell of her ear, enough that sent shivers down her spine, and not from fear either. "You are feeling the warmth – the darkness surrounding you – does it not feel, exhilarating?"
With a practised flourish, he produced his wand from the sleeve of his robe without disturbing his grip on her. He smirked at her gasp as his fingers brushed against her breasts. She watched in silent wonder as Tom waved his Yew wand with inimical but precise movement, followed by a whoosh. Lily's jaw dropped unattractively as she witnessed the water rising up in the air, her eyes widening in shock. Steadily, the Dark Lord controlled the rippling clear liquid in the air. She gasped as the substance shimmered and waved whilst being still, defying gravity altogether. Newton would have had a fit!
"Yes," she said, breathing heavily to try and gain some semblance of control.
The show was not over. Lily continued observing, awestruck as he turned the water to clear ice, so translucent that it acted as a mirror.
"A reflection of what you could become if I was allowed to teach you. See?" He turned so his lips brushed against her cheeks as the reflection changed to what they were to what they could be. "How beautiful you become. How proud. Elegance to suit royalty. Swan like grace in such stature." His breath fell down to her shoulders, causing a visible shudder in response. "Such artlessness beyond compare. You could be my sweet little proselyte, dear one." Lily's mouth dried up as she realised her jaw was still open - she snapped it shut. "Don't you look ravishing in dark green – especially with the green of your eyes. Look at your gaze now hardened through perspective and knowledge. Under my guidance and tutelage, you will become a Queen to be praised. Imagine being honoured throughout the world. To have respect given you just because you deign to look upon the masses. Does that not sound tempting?"
Lily smiled weakly as she continued looking at the other version of herself, her world view almost being altered by how regal she was in this enchanted reflection. A reflection that would come back to haunt her. She had always considered herself a Light witch, so what did this strange water know that she did not?
"What enchantment is this?"
"They say that reflections are a subconscious projection – a manifestation of what we are truly inside. That it displays ourselves for the sole purpose to show us where we are meant to be going."
Lily did not believe that hogwash for one minute. It was difficult to whilst his hands had wrapped around her neck in a possessive, dominant quality as he watched her examine her image. There was no way that a part of her would be seen in that dress and heels like those. How could she even afford to look like that?
"Enough of that now," he whispered in her ear. His breath was like dry ice on her flesh. No warmth, just words. Yet his smooth, rich voice gave away his true emotions. He was holding back, Lily could tell, but Riddle's timbre had the effect of warm wine on her sore heart. "We must head into the house where other introductions are to be made and," he glanced up at the sun, "we must ready ourselves for the sumptuous feast that dinner is likely to be, Lily. I do hope you are famished, for there will be many treats for your pleasure."
Lily blushed as she realised the treats were men. She did not wish to have men who were ordered to please her. He was going to ask them to bed her; she knew it. Still, she could not defy her amusement at the irony. He thought she'd needed more persuading, well, she didn't – she had already talked herself into it with the silvered words that Rodolphus had written to her, making her wet and wanting the few remaining nights she had left of her visit in Kilner's Grove.
Once in the house, she smiled as she turned around to look at the Dark Lord while he removed his black outer robes. The surprises just kept coming as he rather dramatically revealed what he was wearing underneath. A rippling torso was barely hidden by a silk green Chinese tunic top, an enchanted pair of silver serpents twisting and writhing around his ribs and back. Tight black leather trousers and black steel capped shoes finished the look. Every inch the Dark Lord, but all Lily could think about when she looked at his perfectly aligned face, his long arms ending in wonderful fingers, the sharpness in his mesmerising eyes was one word: Mysticism. One not borne of intellect, but out of temperament. He was harsh in his dealings, that she knew. She shuddered about how this would work out for her if she made one false move.
The moment she locked eyes with him, she immediately realised her mistake. Something like distrust and apprehension sparkled through their dolorous centre. Lily felt as though they were literally ripping through her soul. This must be how a rabbit feels when meeting a fox, she thought as she took slow, cautious steps back and bumped into the wall. He followed, keeping his intense gaze on her parting mouth. When he had caught up with her, he tilted her chin up again and smiled coldly. Though his eyes were twinkling, they did not mirror the warm smile on his lips.
"Sir?"
"I do not trust you, Lily," he said. "Then again, I am not one to look at any person with immediate trust. Some may look at this as a weakness - so, what of you?"
"I think that is a wise and cautious step. Both respect and trust should be earned – not given!"
He nodded thoughtfully at that. "What are your opinions on the so-called segregation of misnamed Light versus Dark?"
"Day and night are separated, are they not?" She looked down on the floor, twisting her fingers in the skirt of her dress robes. "Both hold their beauty."
"Explain."
"I observed a cloudy night and the colours the moon picked out as they slunk by their Mistress of the Sky. Darker greens, purples, blues, silver, greys. The moon can be as bright as a bolt of thunder or as watery as a tearful eye. However, the moon highlights the night sky well," she shrugged, "it proves to me that, no matter how frightful Dark Magic is," she took a deep breath, gathered her courage and looked him squarely in the eye, "that there must be some beauty or award for utilising it on a daily basis."
"Hmm," he mumbled in a pretend state of confusion as he was mulling this over. "I believe you are right about the hidden depths that the darkness covers. Yes, it is secretive, but dark deeds do not always have to be bad."
He lowered his head as if to kiss her, his mouth a finger's width from hers, but a screech interrupted them. Lily may have imagined it, but she thought she saw the Dark Lord roll his eyes and mutter, Give me strength. He stepped away from her, his eyes conveying true regret.
"My Lord," a voice like a scared pig squealed, followed by the clatter of heels on the stairs.
"Bella," he greeted warmly.
Suddenly Lily's vision was a blur of wild black curls and nose assaulted with an expensive heady fragrance. Lily watched in disgust as Bellatrix wrapped her arms around Tom's neck.
"You will be with me?" she sighed into his ear. "My Lord, I missed you so."
"Ah Bella, my dearly loved one." He wrapped his arms around Bellatrix Lestrange and kissed her lips, exerting gentle pressure on the dark-haired witch, but his eyes were transfixed on Lily as if gauging her reaction to this show of affection. To his amusement, Lily blushed and tried to shrink further into the scenery. "I am afraid I am rather busy tonight, but I thank you for your kind offer."
Bellatrix looked crestfallen.
"Have I displeased you, My Lord?"
"Bella," Tom sighed brushing her hair aside, "others require my time. I am to be shared amongst all my faithful. Now..." He rubbed her shoulders and stared back up at Lily. "You have pleased me greatly by allowing a rather unusual guest into your home."
It was when he mentioned the fact that there would be a guest did Bella turn to look coldly upon Lily and sneered as she spoke; the cold, cutting tone would have made Lily's ears bleed profusely if the words were knives.
"Hardly a guest, My Lord," she pouted rather childishly. "Rodolphus requested her presence, though I cannot imagine what for!"
Tom smirked at the thought of these two witches fighting over him but schooled his features quickly enough that neither witnessed it. "As did I, Bellatrix, for if I had have said nay to her presence, she would not be here."
"Yes, my Lord." Bella curtsied so low she offered the Dark Lord a good view of her rather plentiful goods. "Miss Evans." Bella offered her hand, and Lily gingerly took it. "If Our Lord is to be pleased, let me help you as if we were sisters."
It was then that Narcissa floated out from somewhere. "Ah, Miss Evans." She walked up to Lily, her reception and countenance polar opposite to her sister. "Has no one offered you refreshments?"
"No, Mrs Malfoy," she replied quietly.
"Please, you are a friend now. Call me Cissy."
Lily nodded and turned back to the Lord, who watched the display with a quirk at the corner of his mouth. "There, you are welcome here, my dear Lily." He coiled her hair with his fingers in an outward show of possession. "You are welcome anywhere that may hold me; I choose only the best."
Lily had to keep her temper here. She was amongst the vipers. The two Black sisters led her into a parlour where afternoon tea was being set out by a different elf than the one who had greeted her.
"Millie, this was not the china I asked to be laid out for our special visitors," Bellatrix screeched at the poor quivering thing. "Go and iron your ears as punishment!"
Without speaking, the elf left to enact the punishment. Another popped up. "Millie's be's sorry, Mistress Lestrange. Shall Rexie corrects her mistake?"
"Do so, and quickly!"
With that, Rexie popped back to the kitchens, and the food immediately disappeared. Lily literally bit her tongue at the treatment of the helpful creatures. How could anyone treat something sentient like that was beyond her!
As if this had never happened, Narcissa wrapped an arm around Lily's shoulder and smiled at her. Narcissa was tall, where both Lily and Bellatrix were short. She was a swan. Not her.
Sitting in the parlour was a man she had known through her first year at Hogwarts. One who, despite his political beliefs, was rather polite to her. How much of that was due to Severus she did not know, but she was shocked when she found out he was a follower.
"This is my husband, Lucius," Narcissa introduced with a sweep of her hand to the graceful wizard.
"Miss Evans." Lucius bowed stiffly. He took her hand in his, tenderly kissing her knuckles as he did so. A smirk graced his lips, accompanied by a playful wink. Despite her feelings towards Lucius, she blushed at the courtly gesture. "I thought you would be running about Kilners Grove set to get married to the would-be inheritor of that fine estate."
"I decided to break my engagement to Mr Potter," Lily said stiffly. "I realised I did not love him enough to spend the rest of my life with him. I still wanted to try new things - new people."
"Normally, I would say heaven save us from inquisitive Gryffindors, but his loss might well be our gain," he said back as he swept an appreciative gaze down her body.
"YOU'RE ALREADY MARRIED WHY DO YOU GET TO HAVE..." the voice of Rabastan Lestrange entered the room before he did. The two Lestrange brothers seemed in the middle of a furious argument when they realised the subject of their disagreement was already there they halted in their tracks.
"Miss Evans, welcome to my Family Seat," Rodolphus said, bounding up to her like he was a five-year-old greeting his best friend. "How have you been received?"
"Quite warmly, thank you," Lily said diplomatically. "Thank you, once again, for inviting me to your lovely home."
"All the lovelier now you are amongst us," said the Dark Lord.
Lily gulped. She noticed Bella follow him with her eyes as if silently begging him to sit next to her. That, though, was her husband's place. Rodolphus did, indeed, seat himself next to his wife, as did Lucius and Narcissa. Lily was left contemplating which one to choose between Rabastan and the Dark Lord.
"Sit by me," the Dark Lord ordered. Without argument, Lily did so, making Rabastan grumble as he sat himself down in a high wingback arm chair opposite them. To drive things into his insubordinate follower, Tom wrapped his arm around Lily's shoulders and brought her close within his embrace. "There, now, who will serve our guest some tea?"
"I will, my Lord," Bella said immediately. "How do you like it, Miss Evans?"
Lily smiled. "A little milk – no sugar, please," she said shyly.
"That is exactly how Severus likes it," Lucius said. "You were friends with him for a time, were you not?"
"Yes, but we had a disagreement, and so we parted ways.
The Dark Lord stroked Lily's arm with his nails, causing goose-flesh to form. Politely, Bellatrix handed the red head her tea exactly how she liked it. That was almost a first as, normally, she had never been given a cup of tea to her exacting taste. There was either too much milk in, or somebody forgot she did not like sugar, so she had to politely drink it with an inner grimace. No matter how she felt about Bellatrix, the fact that she had handed her a perfect cup of tea seemed somewhat to go in her favour, even if it was only just to please their Lord.
"What are we doing during my stay?" Lily asked.
"There is going to be a ball thrown in your favour tomorrow evening," Narcissa said. "Tonight, is just a dinner – I do hope you have brought something suitable."
"I do not know what is suitable in this situation. I have some robes, but they are not as grand as yours, Narcissa."
"Cissy, please," she smiled.
Lily turned to really observe Narcissa. There was a natural bloom there that made the woman seem rather beautiful - more so than she ought to be, and there was a way she was carrying herself which was different to the way that Bellatrix did. With her Auror training, along with her basic Healer training she needed to accomplish to be an Auror, Lily was able to diagnose what it was that made Narcissa seem so healthy.
"Cissy," she tested the name on her tongue and found she liked it. "May I please examine you before dinner?"
"Why? I am not ill." She said.
Hmm, Lily tilted her head. "I just wish to see if my training has not been a waste of time."
Narcissa furrowed her brow. She exchanged a puzzled look at her husband, who lazily shrugged his shoulders.
"After tea – we shall go to your assigned bedchamber, and you may examine me there with my husband watching." Lucius' eyes gleamed at the thought of his wife and this vision in a bedroom with him. "NOT in the way you're thinking, dear," Cissy said sharply. Lucius coughed to cover his embarrassment at being called out. "Although," Narcissa tilted her head, "if she is willing, maybe, one day?"
It was all Lily could do to not spit her tea out of her mouth as this casual conversation about threesomes occurred in such a genteel setting.
"I believe we have shocked our guest with our open marriage, Cissy." Lucius eyes twinkled.
"Is this the norm for Pureblood marriages?" Lily asked as she remembered she was there to make love to Rodolphus and seduce Tom.
"Are there not open marriages in Muggle society, Lily?" Rabastan asked.
Lily blushed profusely. "Er, yes, I lived near a couple who were, for want of a better word, swingers, but I thought that in this society..."
"Poor, innocent little girl," Bellatrix cooed as she tucked some hair behind Lily's ear. "Is the little lioness scared of a few serpents?"
"No, of course not," Lily rushed out as she shrank further into Tom's embrace to try to escape Bella's obvious come-on. "I just did not realise things here were quite so...frank."
With that, they ended up talking about little things. The Dark Lord was silent as he continued touching Lily throughout tea. Manners masking debauchery - was this what tempted Severus? The thought of these rich, beautiful witches throwing themselves at him? For some reason the idea of it made her jealous – he was iher/i Sev and no one else's. When she had reminded herself why she was here in the first place, she tried to withdraw from Tom's touch. Thankfully, that was when tea was over.
"Cissy, show Lily where she is staying."
The ethereal Witch stood in a swift, subtle move that made Lily desire to emulate. She could not, and her move was rather hampered by the fact that Tom insisted on holding her to the last minute. She accepted Lucius arm as the couple escorted their rather unusual guest up the stairs.
"What do you truly make of her, my Lord?" she heard Rodolphus ask.
"She truly is a vision."
They were sat at the dining table, awaiting first course to come to them. Lily almost laughed when a prawn cocktail was offered. So, it was the same everywhere. Here, the prawns were bigger than what she would have had in Thread Needle Street. The dressing was beyond compare. Lily almost moaned with delight as the fresh meat of the crustacean burst with lemon, tomato and basil.
The Dark Lord sat at the head of the table as he declared that was his right. Lily sat on his left with Rodolphus opposite on his right. Next to her was Rabastan. Bella was next to him, with Lucius and Narcissa sitting next to the other.
"Did you find out anything, Cissy?" the Dark Lord enquired.
Narcissa turned and beamed. Her smile lit up her blue eyes, and Lily really was taken with her. Under other circumstances, she could have been friends with this woman.
"Yes," she said. "Lily examined me with Healer magic and..." she turned to Lucius, their clasped hands sat on the table between their plates showing a unified front. Lily realised they truly loved each other. That almost made Lucius sexy to her. "After many years of trying well, it seems...Lucius and I are expecting our first baby!"
Bella squealed with delight as she jumped up from her seat and wasted an apparition to be next to her sister. "That is so wonderful, Cissy!"
"Remember, you are in your first trimester, Cissy. Be careful with what you consume and do not over tax yourself," Lily warned. "Bed rest, if you can, when you are tired. Remember, your hormones will be all over the place. You will probably crave your husband more so - er... Lucius, you better make sure she is cared for in that department."
"My appetite for my wife is rapacious," he winked.
Lily fidgeted in her seat. She felt rather embarrassed being here as an outsider. The Dark Lord turned towards her.
"Would you have liked to be a mother, Lily?"
"Someday, with the right Wizard."
"Not muggle?" His question stilled Bellatrix.
"I have no reason to be in the muggle world. I have only three family members. My parents supported me in everything but, well, when they get their muggle grandson, he will be more their concern. My sister is well, but she has a revolting husband. We have not spoken for a while. I have no muggle friends to speak of – so, yes," Lily sighed. "I wish to marry a Wizard."
"Any particular Wizard in mind?" The Dark Lord asked as he finished his starter.
When they all finished, the dishes disappeared. Moments later the main course arrived, and Lily looked down on the plate: chicken in white wine sauce, potato dauphinoise and asparagus with herbs delicately scattered about. The delicious scents wafted up, making her mouth water. The rest of the meal was eaten in relative silence. The sisters tittered over the pregnancy.
After the decadent meal was over, Lily, Narcissa, and Bellatrix all left for the parlour with coffee and biscuits awaiting them – whilst the men went for their port and cigars.
"Thank you, Lily," Narcissa smiled as she sat next to the stunned red head. "You really have brightened my life this day with your prognosis. I did not even feel anything."
"It is a rare phenomenon where some women are not aware of their pregnancy the whole way through," Lily replied.
"So," she tilted her head. "Have you thought of our proposition?"
Lily blushed. "I am not sure I am suited to that lifestyle."
"Yet you are here to warm my husband's bed?" Bella replied without a hint of jealousy. She was certain she would be pleasing the Lord tonight. "He is quite a dish is he not?"
She remained silent. The men soon joined the women, and the evening was spent in discussion of modern magical medicine. The thought of wolfsbane for werewolves was both scorned and respected amongst the crowd. Lily spied a pianoforte and decided the evening needed some music, so she got up and walked towards the instrument almost without notice. The men followed her with hooded eyes.
She sat on the stool and proceeded to play her favourite piece of classical music: Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Half way through her performance, she was almost interrupted by The Dark Lord and Rodolphus.
"The last time that instrument was played on was when we were children, Rab."
"I was here. Was that not the night that she..." The Dark Lord trailed off.
"Yes." Rodolphus' answer was sharp. "It was."
"I'm sorry," Lily said as she stopped playing. "That was awful of me to..."
"No," Rodolphus said. "Do not finish playing. You have brought our evening back to life."
"How did you learn?"
"My mother insisted," Lily said. "My sister was never patient enough to learn. I love the music in the magic." Albus Dumbledore would say magic and music are one, she left out the rest of the sentence. She was certain mentioning him was not done. "I was always creative. I could create flowers to bloom and close constantly. It was how I met..." Her sentence trailed off along with her playing, "... I met Severus." Her eyes lowered. The only one who noticed was Narcissa. Like Lily knew she was pregnant by observation alone, Narcissa took in Lily's demeanour. She had a wizard in mind; that wizard was Severus. Then, she decided to help her gain his affections. "Well, that was long ago, now. I fear I have had a rather tiring day. Not sure when it is..."
"You may go to your quarters now, my dear little one," the Dark Lord said. "Rodolphus and I shall take you there."
The connotations of that sentence sent Lily's heart aflutter and a warmth in her belly. Could she really decide to have two men at once?
"Oh, Lily," Narcissa said when she saw the girl was about to go to bed. "I am delighted you spotted something I could not. To be told that I am the bearer of the next Malfoy generation makes me proud and grateful to you. Whatever you wish, I will grant you."
Lily tilted her head in acknowledgement. "Thank you, Cissy. I shall take that into consideration."
Once the trio reached her chambers, the men advanced on Lily as she glanced around the opulent lilac room she had been placed in.
"Er, I really am tired, sirs."
"Lily," the Dark Lord spoke softly. She turned her head slowly to look at him again. It seemed as if fire was dancing in his eyes. "You may call me Tom, as that is my name."
"We have communicated often enough for you to call me Roddy, at least. You may even call me your hard Rod."
Tom rolled his eyes at the crass joke. "No, little Slytherdor, we are here because we wish to make you aware of what tomorrows festivities will be. That it involves masks and sex. You can be assured you will be treated with ultimate respect."
"A …A Masquerade?" she stuttered. "I do not have anything – how..."
"Narcissa will shop with you tomorrow."
Like that could not go wrong. "Tomorrow and the day after shall be an eye-opening experience for you, Lily. The reason for embracing our exotic branch of Magic should be made clear now." He tilted her chin up and leaned close, their breaths spiralling in between – the ghosts of words not spoken haunted their eyes before she closed them. He closed the space between them and kissed her tenderly. "Goodnight my Queen of the Night." He left the room after that.
Rodolphus dark blue eyes had turned almost violet with lust as he snatched her arm and tugged her towards him. When they were toe-to-toe, he placed one hand firmly at the back of her head and took advantage of her open mouth as he swooped in and wrapped his lips around hers before she had a chance to gasp or say no.
"Wow," she panted when she was able to breathe. "You..." She could not finish what she was about to say when Rodolphus swooped in again, plundering her mouth with his as he crushed her body close to his. His hands were buried in her luscious locks. Her leg curled around his and rubbed her thigh against him. "That was..." But he had turned and roughly pulled her towards the bed.
"You and I have unfinished business, Lily Evans," he growled. "I am having you first before little brother or, worse yet, Our Lord decides to take you."
"You, erm, really do not like your wife, do you, Roddy?"
"Can't stand the bitch - but now that you're here I can kiss, nip, explore at my own leisure – all you have to do is get up on the bed like a good girl and peel those sweet little provincial robes off your body, so I can see if you really are as good looking naked as I have imagined for so many nights. Please, Lily."
Lily smirked and climbed onto the bed. She slowly undid the clasp of the thin outer robe she had kept on for protection. His eyes widened at the sight of this goddess stripping before him. He leaned casually against the wall, watching under hooded eyes as she tugged at the laces of the corset top. Once she unhooked it, Lily slowly peeled it off her body, freeing her breasts, which happily bounced free – her teats puckered, light pink and hard. He did affect her. She stood up then, half naked, hair billowing down in soft auburn waves – looking warm against the firelight glow. She reached around and popped the little button out of its eyelet, slowly unzipping the flared skirt. She let it fall sinuously down her fine legs. Rodolphus gulped as she revealed her full, naked state.
"You...you mean you were...commando this...this whole bloody time!"
"Out of all that has been revealed this evening, my not wearing underwear is what shocks you most, Roddy?" Her voice was sultry and warm. "Well, the muggles have a saying - You have talked the talk, but can you walk the walk?"
"What does that mean?"
"It means, Roddy..." She sashayed up to him. "You have written eloquently how you would like to worship my body. Now's the time to prove it, Rodolphus." She tiptoed up, wrapped an arm around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "You have to show me how hard your rod really is, dear, or I will find Lucius..."
The threat from that sentence ignited Rodolphus to swift action. Immediately, he wrapped his hands around her shapely waist and lifted her up so she had to rest her hands on his broad shoulders gazing lustily down on him. He threw her on the bed, leaving her no time to move before he fell on top of her. The sensations of velvet and silk rubbing against her skin made Lily throw her head back and moan in delight.
"Finally, I have got you where I have wanted you since I saw your photograph announcing your nuptials to Potter," he sneered at this. "Thankfully, you seem to have acquired some taste."
"Hmm, so that was how you knew so much about me?" she tilted her head quizzically. Sev used to say she was like a squirrel examining a nut with its ear when she moved her head just so. "You researched me."
"I can see the real you, Lily," he sighed as he lowered his head to her pouting heart shaped lips. "Now just relax and let me take care of you, Autumn's Lady."
Lily smiled softly, to be honest with herself, she had been looking forward to this uncontrolled ravishing with a big bad Death Eater – she needed her fill of danger. She was not going to get that with James without dying. On her own or with Severus, there may be a chance of surviving, and if that meant loaning her body out to a few dangerous men – well, she was not going to say no!
Mata Hari, please be with me tonight, she sighed. I took the inspiration from you. So please, be with me somehow.
It was not Mata Hari that peered through the door but a shimmering form of an elegant, proud looking witch in a white robe. Bed him well, Witch; my son needs an heir, and his wife is barren!
With that she floated back over to the other side of the house, an area no one knew existed. She knew life would be conceived during the Hallows night. The little witch might be somewhat undesirable in status, but she was pretty and, more importantly, strong and fertile. She would produce many heirs for the Lestrange name.
Lily knew none of this as Rodolphus mapped her body with his tongue and hands, sending thrills down her spine.
"Oh Lily, you taste as sweet as I thought you would." Then Lily got the shock of her life as Rodolphus head was sandwiched between her thighs; he looked up with a naughty twinkle in his eyes. "Now, let me taste the real you."
With that, he swiped his tongue along her labial folds making her legs quiver slightly. "I knew you'd like that," he smirked as he parted her folds with the tips of his fingers. "This is what I really wanted for dessert, Lily. You. Just you!"
She was now truly lost. It turned out Rodolphus meant every single one of those lurid but loquaciously written fantasies, and she was here – alone – with only Euphemia Potter knowing where she was and suddenly Lily realised her biggest mistake...
Never enter the viper's nest alone!
For there was no antidote against their forked, hissing tongues and when they lure you in, you're ready for the kill!