FIC: A Very Personal Service, Lucius/Arthur, NC-17
Originally written as a birthday fic for tcregan.
Love & Serpents' Kisses
Anath.
Title: A Very Personal Service
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Arthur/Lucius, Molly/Lucius
Summary: Lucius Malfoy has a secret fetish…
Rating: Adults Only
Warnings: M/M slash, mild female-dominant het, cross-dressing, D/s, spanking, gender-change fantasies, a bit of humorous silliness, AU
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K Rowling. I just let the characters have some smutty fun once in a while.
With Ginny, the youngest of her many offspring, finally having started school, and the eldest boys out of the house and living their own lives, Molly Weasley decided to dust off one of her secret pet projects to improve the family finances.
It had long been a deeply hidden fantasy of hers to earn some money in this manner; the presence of the children, concern over what her husband Arthur would think, and a little bit of guilt being the only obstacles in her way. But Arthur seemed to approve of the idea once Molly explained that it was not really prostitution. In fact, there would be no sex at all involved. Just Molly donning a corset and stilettos and taking a whip to any unfortunate male (or even the occasional female, should that eventuality arise) who was willing to pay for the privilege of cleaning house at the Burrow and having his arse strapped.
So it was thus that Molly Weasley became a dominatrix. And one of her first, best and most regular clients turned out to be Lucius Malfoy. A magnificent piece of irony, having the man who had constantly derided the Weasley family as “blood traitors” and despised their poverty giving her money to command and degrade him... Another woman may have been tempted to gossip about this turn of events, but Molly took the rules of her new profession seriously, and kept Lucius’ confidence. Discretion was a part of the very personal service he was paying her for, after all.
On that particular day, Lucius arrived via the Floo Network as usual, and with a curt but civil greeting to Molly, who wore plain black robes over her professional attire, slipped behind a battered wooden screen in the cluttered kitchen to change into his costume. A black satin French maid’s outfit with a short skirt and plunging neckline, stay-up stockings in sheer black silk with lacy tops, high-cut frilly knickers with ribbons at the sides, and high-heeled shoes. As he stepped out from behind the screen in all this finery, Lucius paid very little attention to Molly, who had now doffed her robes and was displaying her ample curves by sporting a corset, mini-skirt and thigh-high boots with spiked heels, and tried to catch sight of himself in any reflective surface available. His duties were trifling and merely symbolic, flicking a feather duster lightly over whatever furniture was in his path while Mistress Molly watched him like a hawk, scolded him for any slowness or missed spaces and occasionally swatted the backs of his thighs with a riding crop.
Molly’s attentions were actually more of an annoyance than a source of arousal for Lucius, but she served the purpose of an audience for his beauty. And being able to show off how glorious he looked in women’s clothes was one of the main reasons for this clandestine session. He certainly cut a fine figure in his feminine apparel, his lithe, pale form setting off the shimmering dark material to perfection, his bright blond hair falling in sensual profusion down his back, and his legs, specially smoothed by the most expensive of depilatory potions, were exquisitely shapely in his luxurious stockings.
Although having Molly’s critical but appreciative gaze upon him was a pleasant diversion, Lucius did not really mind at all when she gave his satin-covered rump a gratuitous whack with the crop and informed him that she was off to have a bath. And little maid Lucy had better keep to her tasks and have the kitchen spick and span by the time Mistress Molly returned, or there would be hell to pay!
Lucius relished the time alone, losing himself in the sensuous feel of soft fabric cradling his hard cock and rubbing against his tender, erect nipples. He bent over the table, abandoning the duster and just enjoying the pull of satin over his prick and the curves of his arse, adoring his reflection in the mirror over the kitchen mantelpiece that he had himself bought for the Burrow, just so he could take pleasure from the sight of himself dressed so provocatively. He really did look gorgeous in black, he reflected gleefully. There were not many men who could carry off such an outfit without appearing to be grotesque and clumsy. Lucius had managed to blend both charming, decadent maleness and a delicate androgyny in the way he wore his little French maid costume, the short, flared skirt only just revealing a little peek of white thighs and lace stocking tops, and his blond hair cascading all around his shoulders, brushed and gleaming and enticing.
He was so engrossed in contemplating his lovely image that he did not hear the kitchen door swinging open and somebody coming up behind him with a careful, almost silent tread. It was not till Lucius felt a surreptitious hand sliding underneath his skirt and patting his bottom that he realised someone was in the room with him. He gasped in shock as a seductive masculine voice purred in his ear, “Well, if it isn’t our pretty little maid Lucy. Such a lovely dress you’re wearing… a little too sexy for a servant, I think, but I’ll let it go since it’s you. You’re a very beautiful girl, you know, even if you are a naughty little slut.”
Lucius’ heart was hammering. Arthur Weasley was home early from his work at the Ministry of Magic! If Molly saw him caressing Lucius like this, there would be a terrible scene. Lucius swallowed, craning his neck to look at Arthur with eyes that were half imploring, half glittering with a very wicked lust as he whispered, trying to make his voice sound as feminine as possible, “Sir, please don’t! If the Mistress sees you doing that, we’ll both be in such trouble!” Despite the submissive tone of his words, he could not help a playful, come-hither smile from hovering about his lips.
Arthur growled and Lucius felt a hand strike his arse through the thin material. He bit back a yelp as Arthur laughed. “None of your lip, my girl. When the Mistress isn’t around, you obey your Master, Lucy, and that’s me. My wife will be ages in that bath. I know that’s where she is… we’ve all the time in the world to ourselves. Plenty of time for me to discipline you for being such an uppity little bitch…” Lucius felt Arthur reaching upwards towards his chest, undoing the buttons of the sleek bodice and stroking his nipples, hardening them even more, producing an ache in the sensitive little buds.
“Oh yes,” Arthur hissed as Lucius moaned and arched into his caress. “You do want me, don’t you? You need a good spanking, and a good fucking. Right up your hot little arse - that’s the way to put a bad girl in her place.”
Lucius stiffened and restrained himself from crying out as he felt Arthur undoing the ribbons on his knickers and the flimsy garment falling to the floor. Arthur’s hand was hard and merciless as it rose and fell upon Lucius’ bared cheeks again and again, reddening and bruising the pale flesh. The blond felt his cock throb and leak with want; the notion that Molly could come in and discover them at any moment added a delicious frisson to this forbidden little encounter.
Despite himself, Lucius was soon begging to feel Arthur inside him. His eyes were gleaming devilishly, and he knew that his words of mock docility were inflaming Arthur’s desires. Lucius lifted his hips higher as Arthur ceased the spanking and went to procure some sort of lotion. He purred and whimpered, almost melting as he felt Arthur’s moistened fingers circling, penetrating and stretching the clenched pucker of his entrance.
Lucius bit his lips until he tasted blood as he heard Arthur lifting his work-robes and felt Arthur’s cock pushing hard into him, opening and filling him with every thrust. His skirt was bunched up around his waist, his prick moving in pleasant friction against the table edge as Arthur claimed him with every stroke, crooning into his ear about what a sexy little slut he made, how tight his sweet little arse was… Lucius tried hard not to scream with pleasure, knowing that to do so would bring Molly out of her tub in a towering rage.
All too soon it was over, a hurried coupling with both men spilling their seed within seconds of each other. But neither Lucius nor Arthur felt rushed as cleaning spells were performed and they fell into each other’s arms for a deep kiss.
Lucius pulled away for air at last, smiling tenderly at the radiantly happy Arthur. Trysting with his lover like this, under the very nose of Arthur’s wife, was so wickedly delightful.
“How long do you think we have before Molly catches on to us?” Lucius chuckled warmly, reaching to caress Arthur’s red hair.
“Oh, I think we’ll be able to get away with it for quite a while yet. I can’t wait till your next session,” Arthur whispered, drawing Lucius close for more kisses.
~ Fin.
Love & Serpents' Kisses
Anath.
Title: A Very Personal Service
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Arthur/Lucius, Molly/Lucius
Summary: Lucius Malfoy has a secret fetish…
Rating: Adults Only
Warnings: M/M slash, mild female-dominant het, cross-dressing, D/s, spanking, gender-change fantasies, a bit of humorous silliness, AU
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K Rowling. I just let the characters have some smutty fun once in a while.
With Ginny, the youngest of her many offspring, finally having started school, and the eldest boys out of the house and living their own lives, Molly Weasley decided to dust off one of her secret pet projects to improve the family finances.
It had long been a deeply hidden fantasy of hers to earn some money in this manner; the presence of the children, concern over what her husband Arthur would think, and a little bit of guilt being the only obstacles in her way. But Arthur seemed to approve of the idea once Molly explained that it was not really prostitution. In fact, there would be no sex at all involved. Just Molly donning a corset and stilettos and taking a whip to any unfortunate male (or even the occasional female, should that eventuality arise) who was willing to pay for the privilege of cleaning house at the Burrow and having his arse strapped.
So it was thus that Molly Weasley became a dominatrix. And one of her first, best and most regular clients turned out to be Lucius Malfoy. A magnificent piece of irony, having the man who had constantly derided the Weasley family as “blood traitors” and despised their poverty giving her money to command and degrade him... Another woman may have been tempted to gossip about this turn of events, but Molly took the rules of her new profession seriously, and kept Lucius’ confidence. Discretion was a part of the very personal service he was paying her for, after all.
On that particular day, Lucius arrived via the Floo Network as usual, and with a curt but civil greeting to Molly, who wore plain black robes over her professional attire, slipped behind a battered wooden screen in the cluttered kitchen to change into his costume. A black satin French maid’s outfit with a short skirt and plunging neckline, stay-up stockings in sheer black silk with lacy tops, high-cut frilly knickers with ribbons at the sides, and high-heeled shoes. As he stepped out from behind the screen in all this finery, Lucius paid very little attention to Molly, who had now doffed her robes and was displaying her ample curves by sporting a corset, mini-skirt and thigh-high boots with spiked heels, and tried to catch sight of himself in any reflective surface available. His duties were trifling and merely symbolic, flicking a feather duster lightly over whatever furniture was in his path while Mistress Molly watched him like a hawk, scolded him for any slowness or missed spaces and occasionally swatted the backs of his thighs with a riding crop.
Molly’s attentions were actually more of an annoyance than a source of arousal for Lucius, but she served the purpose of an audience for his beauty. And being able to show off how glorious he looked in women’s clothes was one of the main reasons for this clandestine session. He certainly cut a fine figure in his feminine apparel, his lithe, pale form setting off the shimmering dark material to perfection, his bright blond hair falling in sensual profusion down his back, and his legs, specially smoothed by the most expensive of depilatory potions, were exquisitely shapely in his luxurious stockings.
Although having Molly’s critical but appreciative gaze upon him was a pleasant diversion, Lucius did not really mind at all when she gave his satin-covered rump a gratuitous whack with the crop and informed him that she was off to have a bath. And little maid Lucy had better keep to her tasks and have the kitchen spick and span by the time Mistress Molly returned, or there would be hell to pay!
Lucius relished the time alone, losing himself in the sensuous feel of soft fabric cradling his hard cock and rubbing against his tender, erect nipples. He bent over the table, abandoning the duster and just enjoying the pull of satin over his prick and the curves of his arse, adoring his reflection in the mirror over the kitchen mantelpiece that he had himself bought for the Burrow, just so he could take pleasure from the sight of himself dressed so provocatively. He really did look gorgeous in black, he reflected gleefully. There were not many men who could carry off such an outfit without appearing to be grotesque and clumsy. Lucius had managed to blend both charming, decadent maleness and a delicate androgyny in the way he wore his little French maid costume, the short, flared skirt only just revealing a little peek of white thighs and lace stocking tops, and his blond hair cascading all around his shoulders, brushed and gleaming and enticing.
He was so engrossed in contemplating his lovely image that he did not hear the kitchen door swinging open and somebody coming up behind him with a careful, almost silent tread. It was not till Lucius felt a surreptitious hand sliding underneath his skirt and patting his bottom that he realised someone was in the room with him. He gasped in shock as a seductive masculine voice purred in his ear, “Well, if it isn’t our pretty little maid Lucy. Such a lovely dress you’re wearing… a little too sexy for a servant, I think, but I’ll let it go since it’s you. You’re a very beautiful girl, you know, even if you are a naughty little slut.”
Lucius’ heart was hammering. Arthur Weasley was home early from his work at the Ministry of Magic! If Molly saw him caressing Lucius like this, there would be a terrible scene. Lucius swallowed, craning his neck to look at Arthur with eyes that were half imploring, half glittering with a very wicked lust as he whispered, trying to make his voice sound as feminine as possible, “Sir, please don’t! If the Mistress sees you doing that, we’ll both be in such trouble!” Despite the submissive tone of his words, he could not help a playful, come-hither smile from hovering about his lips.
Arthur growled and Lucius felt a hand strike his arse through the thin material. He bit back a yelp as Arthur laughed. “None of your lip, my girl. When the Mistress isn’t around, you obey your Master, Lucy, and that’s me. My wife will be ages in that bath. I know that’s where she is… we’ve all the time in the world to ourselves. Plenty of time for me to discipline you for being such an uppity little bitch…” Lucius felt Arthur reaching upwards towards his chest, undoing the buttons of the sleek bodice and stroking his nipples, hardening them even more, producing an ache in the sensitive little buds.
“Oh yes,” Arthur hissed as Lucius moaned and arched into his caress. “You do want me, don’t you? You need a good spanking, and a good fucking. Right up your hot little arse - that’s the way to put a bad girl in her place.”
Lucius stiffened and restrained himself from crying out as he felt Arthur undoing the ribbons on his knickers and the flimsy garment falling to the floor. Arthur’s hand was hard and merciless as it rose and fell upon Lucius’ bared cheeks again and again, reddening and bruising the pale flesh. The blond felt his cock throb and leak with want; the notion that Molly could come in and discover them at any moment added a delicious frisson to this forbidden little encounter.
Despite himself, Lucius was soon begging to feel Arthur inside him. His eyes were gleaming devilishly, and he knew that his words of mock docility were inflaming Arthur’s desires. Lucius lifted his hips higher as Arthur ceased the spanking and went to procure some sort of lotion. He purred and whimpered, almost melting as he felt Arthur’s moistened fingers circling, penetrating and stretching the clenched pucker of his entrance.
Lucius bit his lips until he tasted blood as he heard Arthur lifting his work-robes and felt Arthur’s cock pushing hard into him, opening and filling him with every thrust. His skirt was bunched up around his waist, his prick moving in pleasant friction against the table edge as Arthur claimed him with every stroke, crooning into his ear about what a sexy little slut he made, how tight his sweet little arse was… Lucius tried hard not to scream with pleasure, knowing that to do so would bring Molly out of her tub in a towering rage.
All too soon it was over, a hurried coupling with both men spilling their seed within seconds of each other. But neither Lucius nor Arthur felt rushed as cleaning spells were performed and they fell into each other’s arms for a deep kiss.
Lucius pulled away for air at last, smiling tenderly at the radiantly happy Arthur. Trysting with his lover like this, under the very nose of Arthur’s wife, was so wickedly delightful.
“How long do you think we have before Molly catches on to us?” Lucius chuckled warmly, reaching to caress Arthur’s red hair.
“Oh, I think we’ll be able to get away with it for quite a while yet. I can’t wait till your next session,” Arthur whispered, drawing Lucius close for more kisses.
~ Fin.