Pansy Parkinson was lost.
She put one bare foot in front of the other, letting them sink into the plush carpeting of the hallway.
Not physically lost, oh no she had been in Malfoy Manor too many times to not know her way around, even if there were more bedrooms than could reasonably be used at any one time and enough wings to fly a whole quidditch team without broomsticks.
Not lost physically, but emotionally, spiritually if she even believed in that sort of thing. After the war ended in her fifth year, things had changed. It was subtle, but a new world order was taking place. Systemic pure-blood supremacy was slowly being eroded, one piece at a time. Pansy's father was furious, "All a ploy to dilute our magical culture and make us live like muggles! You can't even be proud of being a pure-blood any more! It's muggle-born supremacy!" but far from falling into some kind of demonised lower class, Pansy just noticed the loss of separation between her peers. The loss of some of the more ridiculous pure-blood high teas between her mother and other sacred 28 witches, and most importantly, the dissolution of her arranged marriage.
Since she was seven, Pansy had known what her life would entail: arranged marriage to a pure-blood boy, produce heirs, tea and lunches with other women in the same situation. And when she was 12, she found out that her husband-to-be was Draco Malfoy.
Now none of that was on the cards, she was still friends with Draco, and she may still marry him and have his babies, but now that they both knew it wasn't a foregone conclusion, Pansy suddenly had a lot more choices that she never thought she'd have to make. So she spent time visiting Malfoy Manor, started to pay a bit more attention at school, and felt ever more lost as she tried, unsuccessfully, to work out what to do with her life.
A noise coming from one of the bedrooms caught her attention. Pulling herself back to the present and away from the thoughts swirling through her head, she peered into the door which had been left ajar.
Lucius was kissing his wife. Passionately, with their hands brushing over each other's backs. She was enthralled. Oh she knew she should look away, this was a private moment and one that may be about to get a lot more risqué, but she couldn't help herself. Narcissa and Lucius had to be the most attractive couple she had ever seen and the opportunity to see them engaged in something so deliciously naughty was too much for her to resist.
Lucius slipped behind Narcissa, sitting himself on the edge of the bed and pulling her between his spread legs, kissing her neck and pressing his hands against her full breasts. From the way they moved, Narcissa wasn't wearing a bra, and this realisation sent a hormonal thrill through Pansy, armed now with intimate knowledge of the woman.
Lucius looked up at the door and winked
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Oh fuck, she'd been spotted. Did she imagine it? Had Lucius just winked at her or was her guilty conscience just getting in the way of her vision.
"We appear to have an audience," Lucius purred into Narcissa's ear, not ceasing the action on her breasts.
Narcissa lazily lifted her head and opened her eyes to regard the face at the door. Seeing Pansy there she lazily smiled, relaxed by the ministrations of her husband and seemingly unbothered about seeing the 18 year old watching from the doorway.
Pansy was frozen in place, unable to process what was happening. She had been caught but it seemed that was... fine? Maybe even good actually?
Lucius pointed to a chair facing the bed, just a meter away from where they were sat, before lifting his hand to the straps on Narcissa's dress, and letting the fabric fall away to reveal her breasts.
Unable to fully engage her brain with her movements, Pansy found herself seated in the chair watching Narcissa's perfect breasts be kneaded thoroughly by confident hands without realising that she had ever taken a step into the room.
Lucius stood up, pulling Narcissa with him and letting her dress pool on the floor. Clad in only her knickers, she pulled him in for a kiss, one hand on the back of his neck and the other pulling his shirt out of the back of his trousers.
He loosened his cuffs without breaking the kiss, then helped her onto the bed, shedding his shirt and crawling over her in just his trousers.
Kissing his way down her body, Narcissa lifted her hips to let the lace of her knickers pass down her smooth thighs and over her perfectly toned calves. So transfixed was she watching the material fall from one manicured toe to the floor, that she hadn't noticed Lucius putting his head between her legs to lick at her vulva.
Pansy was transfixed, this was easily the most erotic situation she had ever been in, overwhelming by its sheer ecstasy and all she was doing was watching.
Boldness surged through her as she watched Narcissa moan with joy, her hand lovingly tangled in Lucius' hair to show her appreciation. Seeing her muscles twitch and her breasts shudder was amazing, but Pansy wanted to see more.
Stepping up from the chair she had been invited to, she walked forwards and sat delicately on the corner of the bed, careful not to disrupt the couple as they engaged in their lovemaking.
Feeling her weight press against the edge of the bed, Lucius moved away from her, spreading Narcissa's legs wider and giving Pansy a clear view of his actions.
Pansy stared at Narcissa's vulva, open and pink to her view. The movement of Lucius' tongue against it moved the flesh in ways that must have felt absolutely amazing, the tip of his tongue rolling up and down over her clit and pushing between the labia. Lucius' head was tilted away from her and she realised with a start that he was putting on a show for her benefit. Everything was twisted in a way to make sure she got to see every detail of what was going on in glorious close up.
Fixing his mouth over her clitoris, Lucius sucked hard against it, making Narcissa pant and moan breathily, clearly heading towards orgasm. Pansy curled her toes with empathetic delight as the other woman let out a long and deep moan signalling her completion.
Grinning wickedly, Lucius sat up and put his hands to his belt. He made quick work of releasing his erection and Pansy leaned forward to see it, curious as to what the elder Malfoy had hidden in his trousers. Lucius turned his hips slightly, pumping a couple of times in what could only be a showcase of the cock he was proud of.
Pansy unconsciously licked her lips at the sight of it. It was as perfect as the rest of him, hard and slightly curved and fitting perfectly against his palm.
He kicked off his trousers, jostling both women as he positioned himself between Narcissa's thighs and lined himself up with the entrance to her vagina. Keeping his legs wide, he slid into her as all three of them let out a soft moan, the tension in the room dropping slightly as they slid towards the final act.
Propped up on his elbows as he was, the couple had given Pansy a full view of where their bodies joined, and Pansy let her body slide to the side, resting her head on her hand as she openly watched Lucius pump himself in and out of Narcissa's body.
The view was spectacular, Pansy could see everything, the stretch of Narcissa's vagina as it moved and shifted with Lucius' thrusts, the reveal and hide of the underside of Lucius' cock as he sped up his motions, the way that the movements changed the shape of his testicles, pulling themselves towards the bed on the up-stroke and bunching up on the down stroke. Pansy realised she had a full view of both of the couple's anuses and her brain spun briefly on its axis wondering if anything ever happened with that particular part of anatomy on the two blondes.
The pace sped up from it's leisurely enjoyment to frantic as both parties headed towards release. Pansy saw the shift in one muscular shoulder as Lucius put his hand to Narcissa's clit. Pansy watched as the older woman's vulva tensed around the cock pumping furiously and felt a thrill run through her as she saw it tense and squeeze with orgasm.
A few more hard and hurried strokes saw Lucius grunting out his own release, stuttering his movements and his delicious arse squeezing together with the strain.
Panting and sweaty, Lucius leaned down to kiss Narcissa, pressing his lips against her before carefully easing out of her. Pansy watched the trickle of white cum as it let itself loose from the engorged and reddened vulva.
Moving carefully to not dislodge the spectator with a deeply unerotic kick to the head, Lucius lay on his back and pulled Narcissa against his chest.
Sitting up silently and with sudden awkwardness, the feeling of displacement washed over Pansy. She had even less of an idea of what she should be doing now than when she was out in the corridor.
Lifting her head from Lucius' chest, Narcissa beckoned Pansy to lay down next to her. Spooning up behind the older woman, Pansy rested her head against the pillow where a space had been left for her, and Lucius pulled the thick duvet over all three of them, dropping his arm across Narcissa, leaving his fingers gently resting against Pansy's arm.
Slowly drifting off in the darkness, Pansy felt at peace. She still didn't know where she fit in the world, but she felt that eventually she might. One day at a time.