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Draco Malfoy lay back on the luxurious velvet of his counterpane, slim hands clenched in the flowing silk of his father's hair, the same bright sheen as his own. The lean muscles of his thirteen-year-old body, just beginning its change from the delicate beauty of childhood to the lithe and graceful strength of a young man's form, tensed and ached as he lifted his hips towards his father's warm, sensual mouth. Draco arched his back, moaning, "Please, Father, yes, more..." as Lucius' lips engulfed the boy's swollen shaft again and again, tongue caressing and teasing Draco's length. Skilled and gentle fingers lightly pressed and cradled the younger Malfoy's ball sac before one fingertip strayed down further between Draco's spread thighs to tenderly stroke and tantalise his opening. Not yet entering, just softly pressuring and pleasuring the sensitive ring of muscle, an unspoken promise of ecstasies yet to come.
Neither of the lovers heard the ornate oak door of Draco's bedroom open, or the footsteps of silver spiked heels on the lush carpet. It was only when the subtle aroma of an elegant floral perfume touched their nostrils that Draco's eyes flew open and Lucius heard him gasp:
"Mother?"
Lucius abruptly ceased sucking his son's cock and looked up to see his wife standing beside the bed, her chic black satin robes a swirl of midnight around her pale aloofness, her facial expression a melding of triumph, amusement and cold fury. "Narcissa - I can explain..." he started to say, but she held up an impeccably manicured hand for silence.
"Caught in the act at last, Lucius!" Narcissa Malfoy intoned, her voice velvety-soft with an undertone of steel. "You disgusting, perverted man. How long have you been molesting our child, then? Since he started school, I'll warrant..." Lucius, too dumbfounded to speak, merely nodded. She was right, of course...
Draco began to plead with his mother not to blame Lucius or send him away, but Narcissa ignored him and bent down to wind a slim but strong hand through her husband's long blond tresses. "I never said you could stop, did I, Lucius?" she hissed. "If you want to suck Draco, then you can bloody well do it in front of me. Both of you are mine, so I've every right to be here when you're sucking or fucking or whatever else it is that you two do together. Now get on with it!" She roughly pushed Lucius' head back down between Draco's legs. Stunned but obedient, Lucius took his son's now slightly softened cock back into his mouth, almost devouring it whole, lovingly tonguing it back to full hardness. It did not take Draco long to start moving his hips again and making small purring sounds, and the elder Malfoy's own arousal was soon renewed at the heat and sweetness of the beautiful boy's sleek flesh and the piercing gaze of his wife.
Lucius was surprised at how delightfully wicked it felt to be doing this in front of Narcissa. The nearness of her commanding presence intoxicated him as he lavished the erection of their son with tenderness and hot, wet lustful licks. It was as if Narcissa owned both Lucius and Draco; imperious as a queen, she made mere playthings of her husband and her son.
He was so lost in the heady sensations of taking Draco's youthful hardness further into his eager mouth that he did not notice the sounds of clothing being discarded and the murmur of a spell being cast. A charm for lubrication, obviously, as Lucius soon felt a slender feminine finger slide along the cleft of his arse, damp with some viscous gel. It probed and teased within him, pushing against the resistance of his inner muscles, preparing him for the strap-on phallus that Narcissa must have worn beneath her gown. Lucius cried out, the initial shock soon giving way to the pleasure of being filled and stretched as his wife thrust into him, the smoothness of her artificial cock so sleek and luscious against his prostate. He moaned around Draco's slick shaft as Narcissa gripped her husband's hipbones and rode him hard, fucking him with a man's strength and purpose; Lucius felt himself melting from within, giving himself in a near-swoon of submission at the rapture of being completely taken by those he loved. So close he was to climax, so close... but he dared not succumb without the bidding of his Goddess.
Draco was the first to lose himself to the unspeakable, almost transcendent ecstasy; with incoherent cries, he came into Lucius' mouth at the very moment that the firm yet tender hand of Narcissa began to stroke and squeeze her husband's aching cock. Her voice was low, sensuous, yet her words were unmistakably an order as she purred, "Come for me, Lucius. Now."
At last Lucius dared to let his seed spurt over the coverlet; his face and hair were damp with sweat, and his heart was pounding. He heard Narcissa's melodious laughter as she withdrew from inside him. He could not tell if she too had reached her pinnacle of bliss, but he knew that he and Draco had pleased her from the way she bent and kissed their foreheads, whispering endearments and smiling as Lucius gathered Draco into his arms and rocked him close.
Narcissa was still smiling as she removed her strap-on toy, cleansed it with a flick of her wand and robed herself again. Episodes like this were amongst her favourite games, whether she merely watched Lucius with Draco or participated in the divine debauchery - almost as much fun as spending the night in the arms of some delectable young slut of a girl.
She allowed herself one last glimpse of father and son, now entwined in a deep kiss, a passionate embrace, before leaving them to their afterglow. Narcissa knew that she could have them any time she wished - they were her private whores, her most precious possessions.
Next time, she told herself, she would make Lucius rim her while she fucked Draco.
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