Leveena stared at him on her trek towards the nearest chair, though she hadn't quite made it. Did he already know? Why was it so obvious? How did he know that her images were suddenly so impure and risqué? You're overreacting, Lev. He doesn't know anything. You're being silly... Something just has him in a good mood. Lucius slowly rose to his feet, and as he did so, the movement had disturbed the peaceful, eagle owl, causing him to fly out the window. He was undoubtedly ready for some fresh air since he could hardly get out and about on rainy yesterday. "I slept fine," Leveena lied hesitantly, staring at him as he casually walked towards her. She couldn't tell him. She wouldn't...
"Really?" he cooed, taking her by the wrists and trapping her against the nearest wall. His body pressed against hers, and she could instantly feel that familiar hardness. She had to be dreaming still. There was no way... "You look a little hot and bothered," he whispered, his voice drenched in seduction. He observed the look of disbelief on her face, and a low chuckle emitted from his lips. "Yes, I know what you dreamed about. Like the Dark Lord, I can easily penetrate your mind."
Easily penetrate something else too, she thought miserably, then mentally smacked herself for thinking such things. She saw his smirk widen, and she regretted letting that thought pass through her conscious. He was reading her mind this very moment!
"Even if I wanted, I couldn't," he whispered against her neck, his hands roaming along her arms. "Not until I know for sure that you're willing." He slowly pulled away, his hands brushing along her hips before the space increased between them. "I'm a cruel man, Leveena, but not that cruel." His sensual caress had left her, and Leveena knew what he was doing. He was purposely making her ache for more. A part of her was, of course, disappointed, but she was also highly shaken up. He turned his back to her for a moment, and then looked over his shoulder at her. "But, I won't go back on my word." There was a promiscuous gleam in his eyes again.
"W-what word?" It was probably so obvious, she didn't know what the hell he was talking about.
"Your reward," Lucius turned to her fully and pressed his body into hers. Once again, her backside clung to the wall. "That is what you want, isn't it?" His tone darkened, and his hands slipped onto her waist again. "Of course, that's what you want." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear tauntingly.
"I'm not sure if I do…" she stammered.
That was a lie.
"Are you sure about that?" He asked it in a way that made it clear he was aware of her uncertainty. She did want it - almost more than anything. It drove her crazy within. Her conscious knew it was wrong, but her body was getting desperate and highly curious.
"No," her breath was somewhat uneven, her confession just above a whisper.
Lucius smirked and pinned her harder against the wall. Somehow, that vulnerable position he put her in was only exciting her more. "Alright, my pristine pet, let's lift that skirt of yours." His fingertips trailed down to the bottom rim of her dress, pulling it up to reveal her pale, thin legs. She shuddered at his icy touch, but was slowly driven into a state of lust that was beyond her control. There was only one person who could control it: the man who had caused it in the first place. Leveena suddenly took in a sharp gasp, the inhalation almost stinging her lungs as she felt a pair of fingers press against the moist skin between her thighs. The only thing that kept his fingers from direct contact against her flesh was a thin layer of black cotton. That didn't keep Lucius oblivious to the fact that she was turned on. Her excitement had infected him as well, and it could be felt in the manner of his teases. There was such seduction in the way he rubbed her that made his delight transparent. He was enjoying it just as much as she was.
A very hushed moan soon escaped Leveena's lips. She had been trying to keep it locked up in the back of her throat, but she just couldn't do it anymore. What was the point in hiding her pleasure when Lucius knew just as well as she did that it was there? Her shame was beginning to dwindle. Suddenly, reason was trivial. She didn't know what had gotten over her, but what he was doing had heightened her excitement closer to its untold peak. Her hand suddenly dived downward to take a hold of his hard erection through his pants. It hadn't stayed long, however, for Lucius gently took her wrist and pressed it against the wall over her head, doing the same with her other hand.
"Let's not get too rash just yet," he whispered, his left hand holding her arms to the wall while his other continued to please her. "You'll get to satisfy me, in time," he purred against her neck, "I want to hear you moan, first." After briefly kissing her throat, Lucius slowly began to lower before her, removing his hand from her wrists to lift up one of her legs. Her eyes widened, and her heart raced against the wall of her chest. The fabric that hid her unspoiled folds was moved to a side, revealing her skin to him. Leveena knew she was blushing. The heat was back to her face, and the warmth was returning with a vengeance. Her eyelids sank over her green hues once she felt something warm and wet caressing her. He was tasting her. She witnessed his tongue flickering at the nub of wet skin, and it summoned yet another moan. Why was he doing this? Had she pleased him somehow by unintentionally notifying him of her desires toward him? Was he generous enough of a man to fulfill those wants, or was this more to amuse himself? Perhaps it was a reward. Then, she remembered their first full conversation here.
"Not to worry, Leveena," Lucius had directed over the dining room table. "Unlike a house elf, you'll get your reward when you've gained the privilege."
"Privilege?"
"All in good time."
At that time, had he intended for this to result in a sexual approach? That, and why had he gotten the idea on eavesdropping on her thoughts to begin with? Had it been an accident, or was he just a nosy jerk?
She was looking too much into it. Surely, this wasn't what he meant. It had happened on mere chance. He couldn't possibly have planned this all along.
Her delicate frame bolted again, feeling an odd sensation of delight that she had never really witnessed before. Lucius's head was still between her legs, his mouth attacking her. She almost couldn't take anymore, otherwise she'd probably orgasm for the first time in her life. This had to be one hell of a wakeup call for her. One hell of a breakfast for him.
"Just to assure you, Leveena," he purred against her flesh as he pulled back slightly, "I would never actually ask you to call me your master." There was a twinkle in his eyes, and through heavy breaths, Leveena laughed softly.
When he finally pulled back, he had returned his fingers to the moistened body part, which was even more wet now, thanks to the ministrations he had brought to it. Leveena's back arched erotically, given an elegant, alluring curve that enhanced the beauty that she never knew she really had. Her body shifted forward, and she cried out in her growing pleasure.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Lucius had whispered as he stood to smother her neck and shoulders with fervent kisses. Sadly, it felt too good - to the point that she was on the verge of surrendering her innocence. It was degrading, though she was advancing quickly on the feeling of not giving a damn.
"Y--yes…" she whimpered, leaning back her head and arching her back. She wanted to do anything she could to enchant him and make him continue. Her body reached for his, and he almost eagerly snagged it without hesitation. He spun her around, shoving her front side into the wall. Despite how ill-experienced she was in such a sensuous dilemma, she found this rather exciting. Her dress was practically ripped away from her body and tossed onto the floor, followed by her simple undergarments. With the rate that this was going, she would probably end up begging for him to take her fully.
She felt his hands encircle her breasts, his fingers fondling her hardened nipples as his lips taunted at the skin of her neck. Leveena pressed her hands against the wall and gasped, inclining her head back against his shoulder. That was the first time she had taken in a scent of something that was new to her sense of smell. It was a fragrant aroma that was lightly showered on him - some sort of cologne that seduced her further, like Amortentia. The alluring scent had her willingly drop to her knees and turn to face him. Last time, it was but a dream. She concluded it was time to bring that erotic fantasy to life.
"Such a curious little thing, aren't you?" chuckled Lucius as he gazed down at her lustfully, watching as she tore apart the clasp of his pants. Leveena had never been so eager to do anything in her life. She pulled out his rigid shaft; It was just a little bit bigger than her mind had imagined that night before. Leveena's eyes grew in surprise, though it certainly wasn't an unpleasant sight, even if a little intimidating. He had noticed her stunned expression and laughed, lifting her chin up with his hand. "Don't be intimidated by it," he whispered, lacing his fingers through her golden hair momentarily before slowly leaning her head forward. She wrapped her lips hungrily around him, working her mouth and tongue against it much in the same manner as she had in her salacious phantasm.
It had to be one of the most eventful days of her life. It was her first orgasm ever, and at the same time, the first time she returned the favor. It was a good thing he was staying home for the day, though once they had finished their steamy, racy episode, Lucius regretted to inform her he had some paperwork to attend to. The good news behind it was that he would keep the door to his study open, therefore inviting her in whenever she wished. Out of politeness, she gave him his space and attended to taking care of Leon. She needed the distraction anyway, and a means to clear her head.
After feeding the bird, she worked on preparing a small snack for Lucius. A little bit of chocolate never hurt anyone, she thought to herself with a smile. It hadn't taken her long to put together a small tray. There were five small, bite-sized truffles of white chocolate, drizzled in caramel. They, as well as perfectly-shaped strawberries, surrounded a small cup of melted milk chocolate. This had been the first time she prepared a fondue recipe, and it almost aroused her, thanks to some of the images that had trailed across her head. With a deep breath, Leveena carefully delivered the tray over to the opened door. Lucius appeared tense and stressed up until he heard her voice. "Care for a snack?"
He looked up from his papers and eyed her for a moment, his lips curving into a small grin. He rose to his feet and tossed his quill onto the desk, swiftly approaching her with such grace, she didn't know what hit her. "Let me take that off your hands, dear," he offered, lifting the platter effortlessly and placing it on the empty table nearby. He looked at it with amusement, then returned his gaze to her face. "Melted chocolate, hm? My, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were hinting at something prurient."
"Why, I don't know what you're talking about," she returned innocently, which caused him to chuckle.
"We shall see." He picked up the cup of chocolate syrup and seized her by the sleeve with his free hand. He led her over to the desk, putting down the flask of porcelain just long enough to throw off the papers and writing utensils aside, making just enough room to put Leveena onto the surface of his desk. Instantly, he was towering over her, his firm hands caressing her nicely-shaped abdomen. She had curves in all the right places of her body, which was enough to fuel Lucius into starting to scandalize the young girl a little early in the evening. He lifted Leveena's dress from her delicate, perfect frame and tossed it over his shoulder, planting taunting kisses along her belly and hips. The teasing was almost too much for her to handle, and it had made her body squirm beneath him. Lucius had noticed this, and a smirk could be seen pulling at the corners of his lips. The girl under his strongly-built person shuddered with excitement as his mouth roamed along her skin. It hadn't been long until it wrapped itself around one of her nipples, causing her to release a brief cry of delight. Her body arched; her heart quickened. She was driven to the verge of begging him to just steal her innocence again, though she couldn't quite find the tongue to speak the words.
Suddenly, the loud beckoning hoot of the eagle owl could be heard in the living room. Leon had returned. "You cursed pigeon!" Bitterly, Lucius rose to his feet and turned as the owl flew carelessly into the study, dropping a letter onto the desk and departing as abruptly as he had arrived. Lucius stared at the letter for a moment, as if it had challenged him to a staring contest. He slowly reached for it, and after reading whatever it was on the front of the envelope, all eagerness seemed to leave his face. Something was wrong, and the mood plummeted.
"Sir?" Leveena spoke quietly as she sat up. Lucius, however, did not seem to care. Instead, he cleared his throat and lifted his eyes to hers.
"I'm afraid this will have to wait until another time," he spoke. "I have a few errands I need to attend to." There was no explanation - no farewell. He merely slipped out of the room, leaving her clueless and abandoned.
The following day, Leveena had heard nothing from Lucius at all. He hadn't even left her a note of chores to do while he was absent. Without instructions, she felt like a lost cause. She did what she could to keep the manor tidy, however, as well as keeping Leon cheery. At least he hadn't abandoned her. Sunset was approaching quickly. At first, she had been excited about it, due to the fact that Lucius would step through the massive double doors just before the sun would touch the treetops in the distance that was revealed through her bedroom window. Unfortunately, over half of the sun was now hidden behind the green towers, and there was no sound of his entry. Both her and Leon sat in her room, looking out through the window desperately.
Her eyelids were already growing heavy, to the point that she drifted into an uneasy sleep for several hours. It was an exasperated squawk that sent her into a rude awakening. Leon was perched on the bedpost above her head, flapping his wings barbarously. He was obviously upset about something, though Leveena couldn't pinpoint why. "I already fed you," she groaned as she sat up. Just then, she realized how dark and late in the night it was. Leon became silent, staring at the open door that unveiled the black hallway just on the other side. He quietly swept out. Leveena assumed he wanted her to follow him. So, without question, she did so, pulling a robe over her as she descended the stairs. However, a couple of voices in the study had caused her to stiffen. Only one of them was the familiar, captivating voice of Lucius's. The other one, however, was a female's. Already, she ached. She had a pretty good idea as to who that voice belonged to.
"I'm so relieved to be back, Lucius," sighed the woman. Leveena tip-toed closer to the study, though stayed out of sight.
"Cissy, you're back so soon," he replied. "Why?" He almost sounded displeased.
"Does it disappoint you?"
"No! Of course not," he had answered quickly. Too quickly, perhaps. Leveena now realized the situation. Narcissa had returned from her visit from France, and indeed, Lucius had been caught off guard. His wife would never hear that from him, though. Leveena peered her green eyes around the archway into the study to see that luckily, Narcissa's back was turned to her. Lucius hadn't seemed to notice Leveena's presence either, which was partially a relief to the young girl. She didn't think Narcissa knowing there was another woman in the house would be a very pleasant occurrence. The rude awakening hadn't ended with Leon's wordless announcement, however. Narcissa's face had torn through the little gap that separated from Lucius's, causing their lips to collide - right before Leveena's very eyes. Of course, there was a sting of jealousy and bitterness that stabbed into her gut, but she remained silent. Lucius took his wife's face into his hands and pulled his head back. Only Leveena could see the agitated expression that was faintly lit by the moonlight spilling through the windows. But that didn't mean a thing. Though her "relationship" with Lucius Malfoy was nothing but physical, it still hurt more than anything to see him with another woman - no matter that it was a woman he was only committed to by law. He didn't even seem to wish it as such, but Narcissa appeared to, and she knew nothing of what he had been up to during her absence.
Leon was sitting on the back of the sofa nearest the front door, also appearing to be disappointed with Narcissa's return. He watched as Leveena hurried back up the stairs. She was quick, but silent - as well as close to tears. Out of sympathy, the winged creature followed her into her room and poised comfortably onto her shoulder, which became a daily sitting for him. When he noticed that she was gathering clothes, a faint gleam of sorrow could be seen in his golden eyes. He nipped at a few strands of hair - almost lovingly - and hooted sadly. Leveena could almost hear him beseeching her to stay.
"I can't," she whispered, "I can't do this anymore." The bird still insisted to plead. "Leon, no," Leveena's voice was now a bit stern, causing the bird to lift his wings and land on the iron rod that supported the curtains, which flowed gently in the breeze that intruded through the open window. She turned and looked at the bird apologetically. Perhaps he was the one that she would miss the most, since he seemed to care about her more than Lucius appeared to. "I'm sorry, Leon, but I know Narcissa wouldn't like to know that her husband has some slave girl in the house. If not for my sake, then for his sake - for your master's sake - let me go." Leon watched as Leveena went out into the balcony. She held a shrunken bag of clothes in one hand, tossing it down to the ground that must have been about 30 feet below her. No way could she jump, but she knew that she was bound to be caught if she went out through the front door, no matter how quiet she attempted to be.
She had to leave now, especially now that there was a bag of feminine belongings on the lawn. She suddenly fell silent. In the eerie silence of the manor, footsteps could be heard on the stairs. Narcissa and Lucius were heading up to the second floor. Leveena breathed deeply and remained out on the balcony, listening through the curtain for the shutting door. However, Lucius's voice broke the footsteps. "I'm afraid I have a lot of work to do. I will see you in the morning." Then, it was quiet for a moment longer. "Leon!" Leveena jumped, but she did not hear the owl leave the bedpost. In fact, she had peered through the curtains to see that the eagle owl was facing the wall opposite of the door, his back turned to the hallway. Was he neglecting his master? She heard Lucius approaching the room, and quickly closed the curtains, remaining on the balcony. "Leon, get out of--" Lucius had paused, and for a while longer, silence was ringing in her ears. Suddenly, the sound of the curtain being quietly pushed aside emitted, and she knew she had been found. Leveena quickly turned to stare up at Lucius, who appeared apologetic as if he knew that she was aware of his spouse's return. "You should be sleeping," he whispered, slowly approaching her to take her arm gently. As he did, he leaned in, aiming to plant a kiss on her lips. It took a lot of effort, but Leveena moved her head away from his before their lips could touch. It probably wasn't a wise action, but her heart was speaking more than anything else. Sobbing. "Leveena," sighed Lucius, "I should have told you she was coming home."
"Either that or none of this should have happened at all," she spoke up. She couldn't even begin to describe how much this stung. She would have told him if she wasn't such a wimp. It was probably something he wouldn't care to hear about, anyway.
"Perhaps you're right," he eventually agreed. His lack of argument was followed by another bizarre silence. His voice was stern when he spoke again, "But I still forbid you to leave."
Her bright, green orbs flashed at him angrily, "You forbid me to leave? So, you're going to hide me from your wife, then?" Her tone hadn't been this venomous in a long, long time. Never before did she dare to direct such a harsh inflection to him. At this, Lucius stared at her. It was quite plain that he wasn't too enthralled about the situation either. She expected a smack, but instead, his response was still verbal.
"I haven't much of a choice, do I? If I throw you out, you are no longer protected from the Death Eaters. And if Narcissa finds you here," he almost appeared to cower a bit, "then it will surely be my head."
Hopefully not the one on your shoulders, was her sour thought. She regretted it as she felt his cold, long fingers constrict about her throat. It had slipped that he knew her mind. Damn Legilimency to hell.
"I know this isn't very fair, but you hardly have a say in the matter." Before departing the balcony, he violently claimed her lips with his own, luring her into a clashing, violent kiss that had nearly bruised her. "You will keep a low profile inside these walls. I will find a solution."