Mine (Lucius/Andromeda, non-con)
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kittydesadeI need to post more smut.
This one's probably the first in a fun little non-con Lucius Malfoy series. Because he just strikes me as that kind of a sadistic bastard. Rated NC-17.
His fingertips pressed into the soft flesh of her throat, cutting off all noise and therefore all spells. He allowed her to keep her wand, though. No point in spoiling all her hopes before he was truly done.
“Andromeda…” His voice was a whisper, tickling the stray wisps of ash-blonde hair by her ear. He enunciated every word as though it was a sugar treat on his lips. His tongue flickered across her ear. “You should have known you couldn’t refuse me.”
She struggled for breath, or perhaps just to say something in retaliation. He eased the pressure on her throat just enough to allow her to suck in a couple of ragged breaths and spit words back out. ‘You should have known you can never have…” his hand clenched again, cutting off further speech.
“Don’t be obtuse, Andromeda, it really doesn’t suit you.” She was so warm, even pressed up against the cold stone wall she was warm. Like a blanket he could wrap around himself on a frozen morning. “I’ll have you in every way I know how. Certainly more ways than you know how. Probably more fun than you’ll ever have with your Mudblood boy, Tonks.” He shoved his already aching groin into her backside, emphasizing the point. He felt her wince and close her eyes.
“Fine,” she muttered, and he knew she didn’t have the slightest idea as to what she was acquiescing, or to whom. Proven, of course, when he slipped his hand under her skirts and took hold of her cotton underwear. Smooth, plain, and easily torn. She yelped. “What…”
“I told you…” he slipped two fingers into her, dry and caulked shut as she was. She gasped, of course, stiffening up tight at the entry where no one had dared before. He felt her muscles tense around him, and smirked. “You don’t listen, do you, Andromeda?”
“Lucius…” There was that note of fear in her voice, the sound that always filled his trousers and made him smile. “Lucius, please.”
He slid his hand forward just a little and began to rub just that spot, rolling her between thumb and forefinger. “Please what? I think there’s more than enough pleasure going around here already.” She was getting wet, and quickly. He wondered if she’d ever been taught how to pleasure herself by some dried up old spinster of an aunt. Probably not, knowing her sisters. Narcissa was as frigid as she was beautiful, and Bellatrix had all the warped determination of a rebel. No, this was the first fruit of the unspoiled tree, and he’d have it all. It made his breath quicken just to think about it.
“Please, don’t…”
He slid all four fingers of his hand into her, forcing her wide and causing her to yelp with fright and undoubtedly a little pain. “Don’t? Don’t what?” The talk was getting boring. He left two fingers inside of her, teasing with a come-hither gesture while he unbuckled his trousers with his other hand. His weight kept her smaller frame pinned against the wall, although it didn’t keep her silent. “This is going to be…” he started to mutter, and then groaned as he slid up and inside of her, and she screamed.
It was the scream more than the penetration. It was the way her whole body contracted around him and he could feel every tiny muscle movement along his skin. She wasn’t actually as wet as he’d hoped, and she rasped uncomfortably against his cock as he pushed himself harder and harder into her. Still, it was worth it just to feel her squirm. It was even more exciting to feel her tremble and hear her little screams as he pushed against her. Even as soon as the first few grunting thrusts he was able to put his arms over her shoulders, palms against the wall, and press her cheek into the icy stone. Her screams turned to whimpers, and he could feel the tightness starting to stretch over his groin.
His fingertips pressed into the wall as he came, so hard that it hurt. It must have hurt her, as deep as he pressed inside of her. He was fucking her so hard that he thought he could lift her off the ground. When he finally slid out of her it was with a soft, wet sound, and they both dripped onto the carpet.
“...oh…” It was a pitiful little breathy noise that whooshed out of her lips, more of an exhalation than any word. Her skirts fell down about her hips again and instantly stained from the fluids he’d left in her. Which wasn’t a bad idea, actually; he picked up a corner of her skirts and wiped himself off.
“There, now,” he smiled. It was a grotesque parody of a pleasant social expression. “Wasn’t that better?”
“You bastard,” she whispered. It was enough of an annoyance, enough of a demonstration of will that he grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed her head into the wall. She sank down to the ground without a word, unconscious.
This one's probably the first in a fun little non-con Lucius Malfoy series. Because he just strikes me as that kind of a sadistic bastard. Rated NC-17.
His fingertips pressed into the soft flesh of her throat, cutting off all noise and therefore all spells. He allowed her to keep her wand, though. No point in spoiling all her hopes before he was truly done.
“Andromeda…” His voice was a whisper, tickling the stray wisps of ash-blonde hair by her ear. He enunciated every word as though it was a sugar treat on his lips. His tongue flickered across her ear. “You should have known you couldn’t refuse me.”
She struggled for breath, or perhaps just to say something in retaliation. He eased the pressure on her throat just enough to allow her to suck in a couple of ragged breaths and spit words back out. ‘You should have known you can never have…” his hand clenched again, cutting off further speech.
“Don’t be obtuse, Andromeda, it really doesn’t suit you.” She was so warm, even pressed up against the cold stone wall she was warm. Like a blanket he could wrap around himself on a frozen morning. “I’ll have you in every way I know how. Certainly more ways than you know how. Probably more fun than you’ll ever have with your Mudblood boy, Tonks.” He shoved his already aching groin into her backside, emphasizing the point. He felt her wince and close her eyes.
“Fine,” she muttered, and he knew she didn’t have the slightest idea as to what she was acquiescing, or to whom. Proven, of course, when he slipped his hand under her skirts and took hold of her cotton underwear. Smooth, plain, and easily torn. She yelped. “What…”
“I told you…” he slipped two fingers into her, dry and caulked shut as she was. She gasped, of course, stiffening up tight at the entry where no one had dared before. He felt her muscles tense around him, and smirked. “You don’t listen, do you, Andromeda?”
“Lucius…” There was that note of fear in her voice, the sound that always filled his trousers and made him smile. “Lucius, please.”
He slid his hand forward just a little and began to rub just that spot, rolling her between thumb and forefinger. “Please what? I think there’s more than enough pleasure going around here already.” She was getting wet, and quickly. He wondered if she’d ever been taught how to pleasure herself by some dried up old spinster of an aunt. Probably not, knowing her sisters. Narcissa was as frigid as she was beautiful, and Bellatrix had all the warped determination of a rebel. No, this was the first fruit of the unspoiled tree, and he’d have it all. It made his breath quicken just to think about it.
“Please, don’t…”
He slid all four fingers of his hand into her, forcing her wide and causing her to yelp with fright and undoubtedly a little pain. “Don’t? Don’t what?” The talk was getting boring. He left two fingers inside of her, teasing with a come-hither gesture while he unbuckled his trousers with his other hand. His weight kept her smaller frame pinned against the wall, although it didn’t keep her silent. “This is going to be…” he started to mutter, and then groaned as he slid up and inside of her, and she screamed.
It was the scream more than the penetration. It was the way her whole body contracted around him and he could feel every tiny muscle movement along his skin. She wasn’t actually as wet as he’d hoped, and she rasped uncomfortably against his cock as he pushed himself harder and harder into her. Still, it was worth it just to feel her squirm. It was even more exciting to feel her tremble and hear her little screams as he pushed against her. Even as soon as the first few grunting thrusts he was able to put his arms over her shoulders, palms against the wall, and press her cheek into the icy stone. Her screams turned to whimpers, and he could feel the tightness starting to stretch over his groin.
His fingertips pressed into the wall as he came, so hard that it hurt. It must have hurt her, as deep as he pressed inside of her. He was fucking her so hard that he thought he could lift her off the ground. When he finally slid out of her it was with a soft, wet sound, and they both dripped onto the carpet.
“...oh…” It was a pitiful little breathy noise that whooshed out of her lips, more of an exhalation than any word. Her skirts fell down about her hips again and instantly stained from the fluids he’d left in her. Which wasn’t a bad idea, actually; he picked up a corner of her skirts and wiped himself off.
“There, now,” he smiled. It was a grotesque parody of a pleasant social expression. “Wasn’t that better?”
“You bastard,” she whispered. It was enough of an annoyance, enough of a demonstration of will that he grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed her head into the wall. She sank down to the ground without a word, unconscious.