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It was the hair on the pillow that made Narcissa decide to do what she did.
She knew Lucius had been unfaithful to her for some time—she was not as blind or idiotic as he took her for. The late hours at the Ministry, the ‘private correspondence’ that he was meticulous not to let her see, the strange instances of being called off on business at all hours of the day and night…she knew that between the Ministry and his ‘other’ activities, Lucius was a busy man, but this had slowly been growing over the months, until it was more than just his usual busy schedule.
There were also other signs—physical signs—that he was having an affair. She had seen marks on his throat, and once a claw mark on his back when she had walked in on him getting dressed. The fool was obviously so enamored of whoever the little tramp was that he didn’t have the good sense to use a healing charm before he came home. She had also smelled the strange, unmistakable odor of someone else clinging to him after he came home from one of his ‘Ministry meetings.’ She was sure if she just did a simple check of his study and private rooms that she would find mementos or letters from his new paramour. But she didn’t need to.
The hair was enough to finally and thoroughly convince her.
It was a single long, dark hair, lying on her own pillow. When she saw it, picking it up carefully between her thumb and forefinger, rage clouded her vision. It was certainly not from her or Lucius—they were both quite blond. And there was no one else—that she knew of—who had access to their bedroom. Certainly not anyone with long, dark hair. Who did she know that fit that description?
At once, it came to her. Patricia Parkinson—the mother of Pansy Parkinson, that rude, pug-faced girl that Draco insisted on dating. Since Draco and Pansy were romantically entangled—much to Narcissa’s derision—it gave her mother reason to show up at the Malfoy estate on more than one occasion. She looked a great deal like her daughter—with a turned-up nose and the features of a gargoyle—and long, dark hair. She also worked with Lucius at the Ministry. Admittedly, Patricia’s hair was curly and not straight as this one was, but it was a loose hair, so it was bound to lose its curl.
Not only had the ugly she-demon been in their house, but in the very bed that she and her husband shared—using her own pillow to rest her slimy head on while Lucius undoubtedly did things to her that he hadn’t done to Narcissa in years.
Several options came to mind. Narcissa thought about inviting her over for tea and poisoning her. Or perhaps making sure both of them were involved in an ‘accident.’ She did get everything if Lucius were to die, after all…
But then, looking at the hair, an even better idea came to mind.
A cruel smirk twisted her lips.
~*~*~
It would take 21 days, but that would give her time to make plans. The ingredients were easy enough to get—all it took was a stealthy trip to Knockturn Alley, a cloak wrapped around her and a hood drawn down over her eyes as she visited Beason’s Magical Ingredients and Items. Only in Knockturn Alley would no one raise an eyebrow when you bought the rather suspicious combination of leeches, powdered bicorn horn, knotgrass, and boomslang skin. She had the lacewing flies at home, and she would gather the fluxweed from the garden on the full moon next week.
And she had the hair. Kept nice and safe in a trinket box in the third drawer of her bureau.
While the potion stewed, she kept a close watch on Lucius. She had always been good at spying on him, but now her vigilance intensified. She took note of the times when he left and came home, when he sent owls, and took to rifling through his discarded clothes while he was in the shower. Always, there was never any direct evidence of what he was doing—as he was a very cautious man—but if she smelled his clothes, she could always smell that unmistakable scent…the scent she had taken to calling ‘the vile odor of that wretched whore.’
So she watched, and waited. And when the potion was ready, she chose her moment.
Lucius always used one of the large, gray family owls to send off his private correspondence. He used the Ministry owls for work related things, but the family owls were his choice for other business as they were reliable and faithful.
Thus, it was difficult for Narcissa to blast it out of the sky with her wand shortly after it swooped out of his study window. It was hard to find good owls, and she tried to just stun it, but judging by the smoking feathers and the way it thumped to the ground, it was probably going to have to be retired.
She pried the note from the bird’s stiff leg, and unrolled it, reading it in the dull afternoon sunlight filtering through the trees of the garden. There was no name on it, but then, she expected that—Lucius wouldn’t be so daft as to address anyone directly in his secret correspondence. It simply said:
Narcissa is going off to visit friends this evening and won’t be back until late. One of the house elves will let you in, and you know your way to the bedroom. I eagerly look forward to seeing you.
L.
Narcissa glared at the paper for a moment, then crumpled it with a snarl. Indeed, she had told Lucius she was going off to visit friends tonight, in the hopes that he would send just such a note. Now was her opportunity. It was time to teach the two-timing bastard a lesson he would never forget.
She went through the routine of pretending to leave, getting dressed and doing her hair, and telling Lucius she would see him much later tonight. He offered her his cheek for a kiss, and she gave him a light peck, resisting the urge to bite him.
She then apparated away, only to appear outside the house near the cellar door. Smirking, she peeked around the corner and looked up at their bedroom window. Lucius looked out it once, then drew the curtains.
Magnificent. Everything was going according to plan so far.
Narcissa quietly made her way into the cellar, to a storage room where she had been keeping her brewing potion. It was a room neither Lucius nor any of the house elves went into, but she had put wards on the door just to be safe. It was where they kept some old furniture and some of their belongings from when they were first married, but there was a nice amount of space to do things, and a big antique standing mirror that she could watch her transformation in.
Once inside, she removed her cloak and withdrew the trinket box from one of the pockets. Humming to herself, she went about getting everything ready—setting up the pot of potion on a trunk, putting her glass beside it, uncovering the mirror. When everything was ready, she opened the trinket box and carefully plucked the long, black hair out of it.
When she dropped it in the potion, it glowed a dim, phosphorescent green for a moment, then settled back down into a thick, brown sludge again. It smelled awful, but looked just right. She gave it a bit of a stir, then carefully transferred some into the glass.
She hesitated a moment, knowing it was going to be awful—then, taking a deep breath, she quickly started gulping it down.
The taste was amazingly horrid. She had expected it to be bad, but this was beyond even her worst imaginings. She had to force herself to swallow it down, and even when she did, she was sure it was going to come right back up. Groaning, she dropped the glass and clutched her churning stomach, willing herself to hold it in.
She swallowed convulsively a few times, screwing her eyes shut, and tried to focus on anything but the lingering slimy film on her tongue. She struggled desperately to think of non-nauseating things…kittens and flowers and her beautiful new Persian rug in the den—anything but the horrid taste and the heavy feeling in her stomach as the potion oozed down into it.
Thankfully, the nausea passed within a moment, though she still felt a bit dizzy. Walking over to the mirror, she watched herself closely, waiting for signs of change.
For a full minute, nothing happened. She began to worry, then panic. Had she made it wrong? Forgot to add an ingredient? Didn’t let it stew long enough? She didn’t want to have to make it again and wait, nor go through having to drink it again.
Then, finally, she felt a tingling sensation rush over her skin. A shiver went down her spine. She could feel something moving—beneath her flesh, deep inside of her. It was working.
She watched, both excited and terrified—it wasn’t painful, but she had an odd sense of displacement, like she was suddenly floating outside her body, looking down on it. The tingling and shifting that was happening all over her body was distinctly unnerving.
Her face began to change first—growing thinner and narrower, which was the first indication that something wasn’t right. Patricia Parkinson had a round, full face. Then her skin began to grow pale, which was also wrong, as Patricia had fairly swarthy skin. She was also getting taller and thinner instead of shorter and fuller. In fact, the only thing as it should be was that her blond hair was turning black.
Narcissa watched with fascinated horror as her bosom disappeared, as her womanly curves straightened, and the weight of something unexpected grew between her thighs. Her hair grew shorter and thinner, becoming rather stringy and—greasy. And then, it was over, and she wasn’t looking at Patricia Parkinson in the mirror.
She was looking at Severus Snape.
She stared at herself, then blinked. Black eyes blinked back at her. Her cheekbones were much higher now, her nose much longer.
For a moment, she couldn’t even find reason. Then, thoughts flooded in to her confused mind—surely this was a mistake. She’d not found a hair from Lucius’s lover, but some stray hair that was clinging to his clothes when he came back from a trip to Hogwarts. Surely this couldn’t be what it looked like…
But somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that it was. Lucius had not been having an affair with Patricia Parkinson, but with Severus.
After another moment of staring and blinking at herself, she suddenly began to laugh. Her voice was much deeper, much throatier. She laughed even harder as she realized that she was now standing there as Severus Snape, wearing her dress still. The bosom was empty and sagging, and it was a bit tight around the waist, but otherwise it seemed to fit well. Her shoes, however, were incredibly tight, and she had to push them off before they broke.
She’d bought a brand new dress, bigger than her usual size—as Patricia was a veritable sow—and hidden it down here as well, but now it appeared that she was not going to be able to put that on.
She had to think of something quick—she only had an hour before the potion wore off, and she didn’t care to repeat drinking it. She hurried over to where some trunks were sitting against the wall, finding that working her new body was a bit odd—she felt like she was lumbering about, and Severus’s legs were longer than hers, making it hard to walk straight. There was no time to work on coordination though…she was going to have to figure it out on the way upstairs.
She dug through the trunks, hoping to find some of Lucius’s old clothes that he wouldn’t remember, but alas, there were none. She did find a long, black coat though…and she got an idea.
Quickly, she pulled her dress off and got out of her underthings. She had to stop for a moment and stare at herself in the mirror, fascinated. Severus didn’t have a bad body—he was on the slender side, but his arms and legs were lightly muscled, and he had a very firm, flat stomach. Other than the fact that he was blindingly pale, he was rather sexy. But the most interesting part now attached to her body was nestled between his legs, amid a thatch of black curls. She poked at it a little, amazed, and gave it a little feel, along with her newly acquired balls. Fascinating.
She didn’t have time to stand around all evening playing with her cock though, so she quickly pulled the coat around Severus’s nude body, made her way to the door, and slipped out. Heading toward the rear of the house, she used the stairs in the wine cellar to go back up into the house.
Peeking around the door at the top of the stairs, she didn’t see or hear anyone around. Indeed, Lucius would be upstairs and Draco was away at school…all that would leave was the house elves, and they were apparently expecting Severus to show up.
Still, she made her way quietly and stealthily through the house, slowly gaining more control over her awkward, foreign body as she moved. Her—his—bare feet made soft pattering sounds on the floor, and she held the coat closed over her—his—body, looking around to make sure she wasn’t spotted. As she moved through the darkened rooms, she realized Severus had much better night vision than she did.
She reached their bedroom without being seen, and, taking a deep breath, knocked on the door.
There was the sound of movement inside the room, then it opened. Her husband stood there, and for a moment, she had to just take him in with a long, appreciative look. He was dressed in deep red silk pajama bottoms that rode scandalously low on his hips, and nothing else. His masculine chest and thick, muscular arms were gleaming in the amber candlelight from inside the room, his long blond hair loose and soft on his broad shoulders. The taut, flat plane of his stomach looked as good as it always had—a fine line of thin, golden hair starting just below his navel and disappearing into the top of the pajama bottoms, something she had always loved to lick. His feet were bare, a few simple, silver rings on his fingers, and the entirety of it made him look…utterly shaggable.
Then she remembered that he was not looking this way for her, but for Severus, and rage replaced lust. But she forced herself to stay calm and gave him a smile. This was the moment of truth—either Severus really was his lover, or else Lucius was going to ask what in the hell he was doing there.
“Severus…” Lucius’s lips curled into a seductive smile. “Why didn’t you just apparate into the bedroom?”
So it was true. On one hand, her heart sank. On the other…sweet revenge was within her grasp.
“Because…” she said, in her much deeper voice. “I wanted to surprise you…” and with that, she flung the coat open.
Lucius’s eyes widened, then swept her male form appreciatively, his lips curling into a wider smile. “Well…I am surprised…”
She wasn’t sure what sort of lover Severus was—if he was as reserved and standoffish as he was any other time, or if he became a whole other man between the sheets. She was going to have to let Lucius take the lead and try to play off of that.
And Lucius did indeed take the lead, yanking her into the room, then slamming the door shut and pressing her up against it, his mouth attacking hers. It was strange kissing him through someone else’s lips—she had to experiment a bit to get just the right feel. It was like learning to kiss all over again. Not that Lucius noticed—his tongue was practically down her throat, his saliva slicking her chin and all around her mouth as he kissed sloppily and hungrily. She remembered fondly when he used to kiss HER like that…and it only steeled her resolve to make him pay.
“Mmm…” Lucius finally broke off, pulling back and staring into her eyes, his own hazy with lust and gleaming in the candlelight. “You truly are a thing of beauty, Severus…” he lifted his hand and rubbed his thumb over her—his—wet, swollen, and tingling lips.
She wasn’t sure how to respond to that—she wanted to punch him in the gut. But instead she smiled, and replied coolly, as she imagined Severus would, “You’re a fool, Lucius…”
It must have been the right response, because Lucius smirked. Then he pressed against her, molding his body to her male one.
It was strange to feel him like that—without her breasts in the way, without the usual contours that created a space between them. His skin was soft and warm, as she remembered it when he used to press himself like that against her, and she couldn’t resist sliding her hands up his back, then caressing them down his spine.
“It’s been nearly a week…” Lucius’s voice was a rough purr. “I’ve missed you…” his hands slipped down her hips, pushing the coat out of the way, caressing for a moment, then sliding around to squeeze and cup her arse. She resisted the urge to yelp—he was a bit rougher with Severus than he was with her.
“A week…” she quirked an eyebrow, thinking back to last weekend, when Lucius had ‘gone away on business’ for the entirety of it. “Yes…far too long.”
Lucius kissed her again, and she kissed back, ashamed because she was hungry for it, hungry for that attention. She had to remind herself that this was about teaching Lucius a lesson. Although it crossed her mind that perhaps she ought to do this more often so she could get some…
She could feel him getting hard through the thin material of his pajama bottoms, his cock lengthening and thickening against her belly. The sensation sent a shiver of arousal through her, which immediately sparked another feeling…one that made her eyes snap open in surprise.
Her cock—Severus’s cock—began to respond in much the same way as Lucius’s was. She could feel a certain pressure down there…a delightful, almost numb sensation as the flesh began to expand and firm. It was the strangest feeling she had ever experienced—rather like when her nipples got hard, but on a much larger scale. It was a tingling, pulsing, erotic feeling, a heavy pulling at her groin—and once it started, it seemed to be unstoppable…it just kept going and going, until it was fully hard.
“Mmm…you have missed me…” Lucius’s hand slid around from where it was kneading her arse, skimming over and down her stomach, making her muscles quiver and jump. He pulled back a little, and wrapped his hand around her—his—cock, enclosing it in a most delightful, tight warmth.
Her mind seemed to be slipping—she found it hard to focus on what she was really doing here. The pleasure, combined with the fascination of all the new sensations, was making her feel weak and muddled and was slowly turning her muscles to jelly.
“Come…” Lucius gave that wonderfully hard piece of flesh between her legs a tug, and she gasped at the sensation. For a moment, she thought he was requesting that she orgasm and wondered frantically if Severus could do it on command. Then she realized he was merely urging her toward the bed. He reached over and locked the door first, and this brought her back to her senses a bit.
“Aren’t you worried Narcissa will come back early and apparate into the bedroom?” She asked before she could stop herself.
Lucius gave her an odd look, and she felt a stab of panic. She didn’t want him to figure this out before she got even…
“Don’t worry, I put the ward on…” Lucius gave her—his—cock another tug, and she gasped, her mind going blissfully blank for a moment. Then he let go and moved toward the bed, again giving her an odd look.
Of course…Lucius put a ward on the bedroom so that if she did come back early, she couldn’t apparate into it. And if she did try for the bedroom and appeared out in the hallway, she would just assume that she had missed her target—apparation was not very accurate, after all…even the strongest wizards had problems with it. And as soon as he heard her out in the hallway, trying to open the locked door, Severus could apparate away.
“I’m sorry…” she tried to think of an excuse for her slip-up. “I forgot about the ward…it’s been a long day.”
Lucius smiled, and this made her relax again. Either he was as much of an idiot as she took him for, or lust was clouding his mind.
“Then come over here…” he beckoned with a finger, his voice low and smooth. “I’ll help you relax…”
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pajama bottoms, and deftly slipped them down, until they were over his thighs and slipped the rest of the way to the floor of their own accord. She stared appreciatively, her approval of the vision he made genuine.
His thighs were smooth and muscular, his legs long and strong, with just the finest bit of golden hair down his calves. His cock stood firm and proud, jutting up from a nest of golden pubic hair, the foreskin drawn back to reveal the thick, flushed head, glistening in the light.
It had been some time since she had seen her husband fully naked. They hadn’t had sex in nearly a year, and he rarely undressed in front of her. It made her wonder just how long his affair with Severus had been going on.
The sight of him dredged up a number of emotions—a mixture of longing, sadness, and pure, furious anger. It also filled her with burning, long-repressed lust, and the hard, heavy piece of flesh between her legs proceeded to twitch and throb with arousal, a bit of fluid leaking from the tip.
Lucius sat down on the bed, leaning back on his hands and kicking the pajama bottoms the rest of the way off his feet. He tossed his hair, giving her a seductive look and leaning back, letting his thighs fall open and sprawling languidly, the picture of temptation.
And she was tempted—she found herself walking over to him, slipping the coat off and letting it fall to the floor as she went.
The delightful sensation of skin against skin—even if it wasn’t really her skin feeling it. More wet, hard, hungry kisses, and hands exploring over a body she still loved, though the man himself was despicable. Lucius ran his hands over her male body with skill and fervor—squeezing, touching, caressing, tantalizing.
They tumbled onto the bed together, onto the fluffy coverlet and the silk sheets she had spent a fortune on—the thought that her husband had been fucking Severus Snape on them made her refocus for a moment, anger flaring inside her. She discreetly glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner and saw that she had 44 minutes to complete her revenge.
Lucius was kissing down her throat now—his throat—every now and then giving a sharp nip that made her gasp, then whimper as the bites grew harder. He drug his teeth down her now sharp, jutting collarbone, and over her shoulder. It felt good, even if it was a bit rough. She found herself wincing occasionally though, wondering just what kind of sex these two had.
Lucius moved to her nipples next, sucking and lapping at them, also giving them the quick, sharp nips he had given her throat. The sensation was wholly different than what she usually felt—there wasn’t much there, though the feeling actually seemed a bit stronger and sharper now. Perhaps her nipples had gotten a bit desensitized after nursing Draco.
Lucius’s hands were also roaming all over her, his body hot and enticing against hers, making her long-repressed hormones flare to life. She could feel his cock pressed against her thigh, rubbing insistently, leaving a wet trail on her skin. She was moaning and barely realized it, her own hands slipping down to find and pluck at his nipples, finding them as hard, stiff little peaks that she squeezed and tugged at.
He slipped lower, giving low, rumbling growls of approval, snuffling and kissing at her flesh. He was licking his way down her stomach, his tongue swirling in a hot, wet circle around her navel. He dipped his tongue into it, making her shudder, her hips lifting in pleading invitation. That hot, hard piece of flesh between her legs seemed to be the focus of all her pleasure, throbbing and dripping and needing.
And then Lucius dipped lower yet, and took it into his mouth.
It was both mind-blowingly pleasurable, and incredibly strange and fascinating. There was no comparison to it in her female body—no part of her he could engulf like that. His mouth was hot, and wet, and soft…and creating a tight suction around her cock that made her just want to come over and over again.
But Lucius apparently knew what he was doing, and he kept her from going over. He sucked and licked, but in such a way that merely kept her teetering on the edge rather than plunging over it. His tongue swirled and lapped at the head, and she was shocked at how sensitive it was—to the point where too much attention to it was overwhelming. Lucius, being a man himself, seemed to understand this and would stop when she began to squirm.
He wrapped his fingers tightly around the base as he went back to sucking, making her feel like there was a pressure growing just behind her cock, and deeper down in her balls. It was agonizingly exquisite.
She could have gotten lost in the sensations, but she caught a glimpse of the clock, and felt a stab of panic. She had to get this moving…36 minutes.
“Lucius…” her voice was breathy and husky, and she lifted her head, looking down at him. The site of her husband sucking another man’s cock was almost surreal. And yet, strangely gratifying—she liked seeing him so submissive.
He moaned around her in response, and the vibration made her toes curl. Then he slipped his mouth off with a wet pop, gazing up at her. His lips were deep red and swollen, his chin smeared with fluid.
“Yes, Severus?” His voice was husky as well.
She tried to think, and for a moment couldn’t find the words, then she choked out, “I…I’m afraid I have an appointment tonight…we’re going to have to hurry this along…” she reached down, almost involuntarily, and stroked her knuckles—his knuckles—over his cheek.
Lucius looked disappointed for a moment, almost pouting, then his lips curled into a smile and he slid up her body.
“Well then…do you want to fuck me?” He gave her a slow, sucking kiss, and she could taste the musky flavor on his lips.
She thought about that—it was a very weighted question for her. Lucius pulled back and gazed into her eyes, and slowly, her lips curled into a sweet, yet sinister smile.
“Yes…yes I do want to fuck you.”
Lucius smirked, then rolled off of her and lay down on his stomach, arms folded and his chin resting upon them, blue eyes twinkling in the candlelight.
“Well then…fuck me.”
Now came the interesting part—and the part she wasn’t sure she could adequately manage. Her heart raced, and she tried to think. A glance at the clock told her she had 25 minutes.
Lucius was gazing at her, raising his arse slightly off the bed in invitation. He had a very nice arse—firm, round…perfect. It was no wonder he had attracted a man.
Nervously, but trying to appear calm and collected, she got to her knees and moved behind him, thinking out the logistics of the situation. Lucius had always been rather fond of sticking it in her arse, and now she understood why. She thought of how he always did it to her and took a deep breath, her eyes widening as Lucius looked back at her with a seductive smirk and spread his legs, rising slightly onto his knees.
She had never seen him like this before—wanton, submissive…from behind on his knees. She let her eyes roam over his arse and strong, sleek thighs appreciatively, then put her hands on the firm, fleshy globes and squeezed a bit.
“Er…” she tried to sound casual. “Some…lubrication?”
Lucius was still looking back at her, his head propped on his hand, and he smirked. “I guess you’ll have to…improvise…”
It took her a moment to understand what he was saying. She had never done THAT to him before, though he had done it to her on several occasions, before sticking it in. She now wondered if he had been fantasizing about a man the entire time…
“Um…”
“Don’t worry…I just had a bath before you came…” Lucius wiggled in her hands. “Not that you’ve ever minded…”
She didn’t even want to know what that meant…and with a hopefully self-confident smirk, she spread his cheeks and leaned forward.
It wasn’t as bad as it seemed…the worst part was trying not to think about where she was sticking her tongue. But then she reminded herself that it wasn’t her tongue, and that made things even easier.
Lucius squirmed and moaned and pushed back against her as she went about her task. He seemed to enjoy it greatly—and from what she remembered of it, she could understand why. She alternated firm swipes of her tongue all around the rim with pushing it in just a little, and fucking him with it. While she did this, she let her hands roam all over him, fondling his arse, his thighs, and his balls hanging hot and heavy between them.
“Severus…” Lucius was panting, clutching at the bedclothes. “Put a finger in…”
Of course, that was what she had to do next. She quit licking him—rather glad to stop, actually—and carefully slipped a finger into the wet orifice, finding little resistance. Severus’s fingers were thin, and long…Lucius probably liked that.
Indeed, his moans grew louder, and he got fully to his knees, rocking back against the invading digit. His forehead was pressed to the bed, and she was fascinated, seeing him like this. She had the urge to slap that round, firm arse of his until it turned bright red, but she restrained herself.
A second finger slipped in easily—God, how often did he get reamed? She worked both of them inside him, finding him quite hot and tight inside despite his relaxed state. It seemed such a small passage, yet so expandable, while still having a firm grip. If his mouth had felt that good around her cock, what was this going to feel like?
Fifteen minutes. She could no longer dawdle about. She didn’t want to change back while inside him—she wasn’t even sure what would happen if she did.
“Do you want me now, Lucius?” She purred to him, enjoying the deep timbre of her voice, the way it sounded riddled with lust. “Do you want my prick?”
Lucius moaned into the covers, his fingers curled in them, body now gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. His hair was fanned out like a skein of white silk across the pillows. She wanted to lick her way up his spine, tasting his sweat—and she did, as she withdrew Severus’s long fingers from his clenching passage.
“Severus…” Lucius moaned, his body going soft and pliable beneath hers. She molded herself to his back and urged his legs further apart, letting her cock brush against his arse. He shuddered at the touch, and she smiled darkly.
Taking her cock—Severus’s cock—into her hand, she carefully guided it against Lucius’s wet, stretched opening, and gently pushed. She found that gentle didn’t really make it go in any, so she pushed harder, and suddenly the head slipped inside.
“Oh yes…” Lucius moaned in encouragement. “Yes… inside me…”
She slipped all the way in with one more firm push, sliding into such hot, tight depths. The feeling was beyond anything she had ever experienced—beyond anything her mind could really comprehend. She just knew that it was intensely pleasurable, and she had to struggle not to come instantly.
Lucius was moaning in earnest now, pushing back tight against her groin. She somehow found the temerity to look at the clock, and saw that she had thirteen minutes. And she was going to make them the most pleasurable thirteen minutes of her life…at the end of which she would have sweet, satisfying revenge.
Licking at the back of his neck, tasting the salty sweat on his skin, she reached beneath him and found his cock—gripping it tightly in her hand and moaning herself, it having been so long since she held the damnable thing. Lucius lifted his head and gasped, tossing his hair back so it brushed against her face before tumbling over his shoulders again.
“Oh yes…Severus…fuck me…”
“I shall…I shall…” she held still for a moment, then attempted to move—a slow, careful withdrawal, then a thrust back in. It was exquisite.
It took a moment to get a proper rhythm, to learn how to work her hips, but once she did it went quite smoothly, and she gave it her all. She slammed into his arse—hard and deep, adjusting her angle as he directed her. Men had prostates, she remembered…and Lucius came completely undone when she found his.
Lucius gripped the headboard in front of him—the carved mahogany headboard of their bed, gripping it for all he was worth and crying out louder and with more enthusiasm than she had ever heard him. She was a bit sloppy trying to work his cock and thrust into him at the same time, but he didn’t seem to notice. He kept slamming back against her, making her go deeper, harder. She found it hard to believe that it didn’t hurt—it always felt like he was trying to gouge her lower intestine out when he fucked her like that back there.
Eight minutes. She was trying to hold on, to time it perfectly. Her body was quaking with pleasure, skin slick with sweat and breathing harsh. The cock buried in her husband seemed to be growing thicker and fuller, to the point where it was nearly painful. The drive to release was becoming stronger and stronger.
Lucius was not holding back, though—at five minutes, he exploded. Shrieking in a fashion she had never heard from him, he spurted over her coaxing hand, soaking it and the sheets beneath him with hot, thick spurts. His arse also clenched and relaxed, spasms going through the muscles that felt incredible around her cock. She groaned and pounded into him for all she was worth.
“Yes…yes!” Lucius was panting and shuddering beneath her, spent but still loving it. “Fill me…fill me Severus!”
She held on till three minutes, then let go. It was a most peculiar sensation, while at the same time intensely pleasurable. She was not accustomed to something flooding out of her when she came. The feeling was a bit different—different sensations in different areas, different muscles shuddering and tremors going in different directions. She felt like she was emptying everything inside of her into him, all of it spurting out the end of her cock in a hot, intense rush.
When it was over, she slumped against him, panting, her cock throbbing and tingling. Then slowly, as she began to relax, she realized the rest of her body was tingling as well—and not just in post-coital sensation.
She wasn’t starting to change physically yet, but the change was beginning. Carefully, she slid out of him, and flopped at his side. Her skin was wet with sweat, her cock wet with other things…she took a moment to just savor the feeling, knowing she would savor even more what was coming…
Lucius flopped an arm over her middle, still resting on his stomach. They both lay with their eyes closed, panting softly. Then she felt it start to happen.
A shifting, stretching sensation…her scalp tingled, and little shivers rushed through her body, making her muscles twitch. She felt her legs shortening, her hips and chest filling out, her face thickening. She kept her eyes closed, just feeling it—Lucius seemed not to notice. She felt the dizzying rush of once again being outside herself, then slowly she returned, settling into her body and feeling once again the familiar flesh that she had carried around all her life.
She opened her eyes slowly, and lifted her head a bit, looking down at herself. Her breasts were back, creamy-skinned and firm, falling off to the sides a bit as she was on her back. Beyond that was the soft, flat curve of her stomach and a gentle swell beneath it covered with golden hair, then her own smooth, shapely legs. She was herself again.
Lucius was still lying at her side, his eyes closed, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He sighed softly and caressed her stomach, then slid his hand up—accidentally cupping her breast.
He jerked up at once, eyes snapping open in shock. When he saw her, all the color drained from his face and his eyes filled with a look of absolute horror.
“Hello Lucius…” she smiled sweetly.
Lucius was up and off the bed before she could even sit up, fumbling around wildly for his pajama bottoms. She watched him, jerking and stumbling around, trying to say something—but all that was coming out of his mouth were choking sounds. Finally, a few words were spat out.
“How…what…where is…”
“Polyjuice potion,” she said simply, smirking as she watched him struggle into his bottoms, his cock flopping around, still half-hard and wet. He stopped and just stared at her when she said it, looking as though he might faint. “I found one of his hairs in our own bed…”
“Narcissa…I…”
“You slimy bastard…” her voice took on a deadly edge. “Of all the people to be cheating on me with! A man! Severus Snape!”
“I…I can explain…” he said weakly. His face was as white as his hair.
“Can you!” She crossed her arms over her bare chest, lifting her chin. “I think you’ve given me all the explanation I need.”
Lucius’s mouth was working, but no words were coming out. Finally he came forward, crawling onto the bed, forcing what he must have thought was a charming smile. But she could see him trembling.
“Narcissa…we can work this out…we can…I mean, obviously what you just did, you enjoyed it…”
“I did it to teach you a lesson!” She snapped, and gave him the sharpest, iciest glare she could muster. “Enjoyment had nothing to do with it! And I think you’re far from done with this lesson…now that you’re fully aware that I know, your punishment is going to be ever so dreadful…”
Lucius swallowed hard, and sat back on his knees. They stared at each other for a long moment, she with all the fury in her person, and he looking very ashamed, scared, and sheepish…three things she had never seen on the face of Lucius Malfoy…
“How long have you been a pouf?” She finally asked.
Lucius made a face, narrowing his eyes. “I’m not a pouf…”
She rolled her eyes. “I just had my dick up your arse Lucius! Now is not the time to lie!”
“I’m bisexual!” He lifted his nose in defiance, and she nearly laughed. “And forever, I suppose…”
She shook her head, and slipped off the bed, grabbing her pink silk dressing gown and pulling it on. She ran her fingers through her golden hair—glad to have it back—and once again fixed him with a dark glare.
“Are you ashamed of yourself, Lucius?”
He withered a bit, and nodded slightly. He looked more uncomfortable with the fact that he was chagrined than with the fact she had caught him.
“I hope this has been a humbling experience for you Lucius…I really do. I hope you’ve learned some humility.” She tied the sash of her robe, giving it a firm tug.
He nodded slightly again, making a bit of a face.
“Very well then…” a smirk tugged at her lips despite herself, and she swished past the bed with a self-righteous air. “I’m going to think on what to do with you…but in the meantime, clean your vile self up, then lie down on the bed naked.”
Lucius turned to look at her, blinking in confusion as she walked to the door.
“Lie down… naked?”
She unlocked the door, then turned to him with her hand on the knob, smirking again.
“Yes. You’re going to service me the rest of the night…or I’m going to leave you half the man you were…” she flicked her wrist, making a slicing motion.
Lucius’s eyes widened, and she smiled sweetly, then opened the door. It was going to be a very long night for him—she would make sure of it.
And just as she closed the door behind her, she was sure she saw a smile tugging at his lips…
Bastard.
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