Murky Waters - Chapter Six
Title: Murky Waters
Fandoms: the Harry Potter Universe
Rating: no one under 18. there will be sex and dirty language and whatever else i feel like tossing in here.
Warning: as i said, sex and dirty words.
Disclaimer: i do not own Draco or Lucius or Severus or... *wibbles* what do i own? i don't own Illiana. she belongs to Madam Shark. i do own Kendra, but that isn't saying much. not in the grand scope of things. all recognizable character from Harry Potter belong to the talent Jo Rowling and, as such, she has all the money. i have none of it. meaning, i make nothing in the writting of this. no money, no fame or glory. no... damn, why am i doing this again? oh yeah. right. the lovely, nice comments people leave me. and the adulation. um, is there any of that in this? no? bugger.
Author's Notes: this is probably still rough. and i don't know for sure that it was beta-ed. it may have been. but i doubt it. i'm pretty bad about having people look over my stuff...
Murky Waters: The Index
Chapter Six: Warnings and Wonders
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'OY! Malfoy! There's an owl here for you!' the voice flooded through every room of his flat. Seamus Finnigan had come to work at the fetish shop almost from the moment it had opened. As it turned out, the young Irish man had quite a way with leather. He produced some of the finer pieces sold in the shop. They were well made and fetched a hefty price. He also minded the shop when Draco couldn't be bothered to leave his flat. Like today.
Draco rolled over, ignoring the call for the moment. Soft, silvery hair fanned out over his bed, now caught beneath his shoulder. He smirked as he recalled the other three times the previous night that he'd had Illiana screaming with her release. She was as insatiable as he was when it came to bed sport. He had done his best to wear her out last night. As she had done with him. He could still feel a lingering fatigue in his limbs from the excessive bouts of sex. He should still be sleeping, not listening to Finnigan shout at him.
'MALFOY!' the bellow resounded through out the flat. Illiana stirred beside him, her eyelids fluttering up. She looked at him, her eyes silently insisting that he move off her hair. He rolled away from her, sliding out of the bed. He stalked across the room in disgust, completely at ease with his lack of clothing.
'Well, send the bloody thing up and quit bellowing. Some of us were up all night, shagging our brains out!' he snapped in reply. In a few moments, a small, golden colored owl swooped into the room. It went straight past Draco to land on the bed side table nearest Illiana. She exchanged a glance with Malfoy, then took the rolled up bit of scroll the owl was offering her on it's extended leg.
She unrolled the parchment, letting her eyes read over the brief message.
'Illiana,
I thought I should let you know that Draco and his father have some sort of arrangement. They tend to share their women. I would not wish for you to get caught in such an embarrassing situation, so I felt I needed to warn you.
Kendra'
Illiana rolled the parchment back up, her brain tossing the warning about. Kendra had either met someone who knew of this arrangement, or she had been victim of it first hand. Illiana was of the mind to believe that the girl had been privy to the Malfoy's habits in person. It would explain the reason she'd been so determined to put Draco in his place. The note confirmed her suspicions about the girl. 'Problems?' Draco drawled from the doorway, still lounging about casually without a stitch of clothing on. She gave him a smile.
'No, not at all. It was a reminder from a friend about a luncheon we were to meet for. As I am completely involved with you at present, I shall of course decline. Do you have quill and ink I may borrow?' she gave him her most innocent look. He nodded, then left the room. In a moment, he was back with the requested items. She gave him a smile as he gave her the quill and ink bottle.
Using the same piece of parchment, Illiana wrote a reply on it. That would remove the warning from the flat. Draco would not be able to accidentally stumble over it.
'Kendra,
Thank you for the warning. I got the distinct feeling last night at the party that there was something you were not telling me. I can assure you, his father will be terribly disappointed that things will not go as planned.
Illiana.'
She rerolled the parchment, then fastened it to the little owl's leg. It looked at her, it's eyes full of silent demand. She laughed, then looked to the still naked man on the other side of the room. 'Do you have a treat or two I can feed the little darling?' she asked him. His jaw clenched for a moment, letting her believe that perhaps he wasn't of a mind to answer. But he turned and left the room, only to return a minute or two later with a pair of owl treats clutched in his loosely formed fist.
Illiana took them with a smile, then fed them to the golden bird. It chirped happily to have been rewarded so handsomely. 'Right, you. Back to your sender. Off you go,' she told it. With a flutter of feathers, the little owl flapped it's wings and flew from the room. Draco was still standing by the bed, scowling at her. She wasn't sure if he was angry at her or the interruption. She slid from the bed, moving toward him with fluid grace. She was completely comfortable with her lack of clothing. A smile slid over her face as she noted his eyes were locked onto her. Drawing up against him, she slipped her arms up over his shoulders.
'Now, where did we leave off this morning?' she asked in a seductive whisper. His lips curled into a feral smile as he wrapped his hands around her hips.
' I believe that was when you begged for a short respite. You said you just couldn't stand one more go,' he smirked down at her. She cocked a brow at him, then shrugged.
' I don't recall saying that. I seem to remember some poor little boy begging off because he just couldn't get it up one more time,' her voice was airy, full of resignation as she spoke. His eyes narrowed to slits for a moment, then the feral smile returned with a vengence. She barely had time to register the look before she found herself on her back on the floor.
'Well, perhaps you have some talent after all,' she purred good naturedly, looking up into his eyes. They had gone to pure silver with desire. She smirked up at him, waiting for him to continue his advances. She could feel the stiffening of his erection against her stomach. She shifted her hips the slightest bit, rubbing herself against him. 'Should we retire to the bed?'
'No. I think I'll just ravish you right here,' he drawled slowly, his head dipping so he could press his lips to hers. She returned the kiss hungrily, her desire for him growing with the contact. His hands had just slipped up to rub the sides of her breasts when a loud whooting sounded behind them. He lifted his head with a groan to see what was happening. She followed his line of vision to find a beautiful white owl sitting on the corner of his bed.
'Draco?' she questioned. He sighed and got up, offering her one of his hands to help her to her feet.
'That is my mother's owl,' he informed her, going to the bird to take the note from it's leg. He unrolled it, his eyes scanning the page quickly. When he was done, there was a tight frown on his face. ' I'm sorry, but I must go out for a bit. Please feel free to make yourself at home. I will return soon.'
' Is everything alright? I can leave, if you'd like,' she stared at him.
'You will await me right here. What I'd like is to come back and find you waiting for me in my bed, completely naked and ready for me,' he replied in a low voice. She grinned at his robust nature.
She watched as he dressed quickly. He slipped into snug trousers, a black silk shirt, and a pale green waist coat. Robes of pure black went over the ensemble, then he was slipping shoes and socks onto his feet. He gave her a hard kiss, then strode out of the room. At the fireplace, he turned back to look at her. She smiled at him, letting him know it was okay with her to go. He sighed, grabbed a handful of floo powder, then stepped into the fireplace. 'Malfoy Manor,' he called out, then dropped the powder. He was gone in a swirl of green flames.
~*~*~*~*~
Lucius Malfoy knew the exact moment his son flooed from his home. He was ever predictable, the little prat. The boy had always had a soft spot for his mother, and it was undoubtably the easiest way to get the little git out of the house. Lucius had plans to enact, and he certainly didn't need his son getting in his way. One of his more reliable sources had come to him and informed him that his beloved heir and offspring was keeping company with a Baronesse. A far better catch for a Malfoy than that pug faced Pansy Parkinson. Now he only need instigate his plan.
Using the fireplace in The Leaky Cauldron, Lucius flooed into his son's flat. There was a faint humming coming from the direction of the bedroom, so he made his way toward the back of the flat. His booted feet tread silently upon the thick carpeting, keeping his presence from being known. He stopped at the door of the bedroom, a curious feeling hitting him. Some thing was wrong.
He retraced his steps, going back to stand near the hearth. There was something missing. The Primal Lust spell had been deactivated. Now why would Draco do something like that, the stupid boy? He and Lucius himself were the only ones who knew about the spell. Other than that MacLeod bitch, that was. How she had known there was anything amiss in the flat was beyond him, but Draco had assured him that she had always been like that in school. So what had happened that needed the spell to be dismantled?
Drawing his wand from his ever present cane, he muttered several words under his breath. He felt the energy rise up, filling the room with power and reactivating the spell. With a little twist. The woman in the other room would never know what hit her. A smile curled his lips as he replaced his wand. Then he was retracing his steps to the bedroom.
As he stepped into the bedroom, he could hear water running from the bathroom. His smile went feral. He took his robes off, tossing them carelessly over the bed. He dropped his cane, leaving it to lay where ever it fell. He had his waist coat unbuttoned when he stepped into the bathroom.
The girl was already reclining in the bath tub when he entered the room. Her hair was piled loosely on top of her head, the color a pale silver. Her back was to him as she soaked in the bubble topped water. The humming he had heard was now full blown singing. It took him a moment or two to realize that she wasn't singing in English. Another few moments ticked by before he figured out that it was German. A damned foreigner! His son had picked up a woman who had no clue what one was saying when they told her how to properly please them. The stupid prat.....
His brow hitched as a thought struck him. If she couldn't understand him, then he could tell her exactly what he'd do to her. In great detail. And she'd have no clue. He could work himself up to a frighteningly painful erection before he took her. And he would be able to pound her senseless. As much as he liked, because the newly improved spell would ensure that she was ready for him.
He didn't bother to muffle his footsteps as he moved across the floor. He curled his hands over her shoulders, his fingers biting into the tender flesh hard. Her body jerked at the contact. His mouth was next to her ear when he began speaking in a low whisper. 'Good afternoon, Baronesse. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father. I have some very interesting plans that involve you, my dear.'
Illiana froze as the voice hissed into her ear. Draco's father? Here? What did the sleazy bastard think he was going to get from her? ' I am pleased to see that you've taken an interest in my son, as I intened to see the two of you wed. Draco would do well with a title. And, between he and myself, we will be able to keep you most satisfied. In the bed. Not that you know any of what I'm saying. It is a shame that you're not English, but it doesn't prevent me from telling you exactly what I will be doing to you.'
She stared straight ahead, wondering why he thought she didn't understand him. Then it hit her that she'd been singing in German only moments ago. So he thought she wouldn't understand him. Well, imagine his bloody surprise! His hands slid forward, over her shoulders and toward her breasts. She turned her head to look him in the eyes. It stopped his hands at once. 'My, my. Absolutely lovely. Draco has always shown good taste in women. You are no exception. It's a shame he's not here to share in you, as he was with the MacLeod bitch. Despite the fact that she didn't want to be here. The Primal Lust Spell can be quite persuasive.'
Illliana wanted to haul off and shove her fist in his rather handsome face. He had put Kendra through an experience she was sure the red headed girl could've lived without. Especially with Snape's attitude. The Potions Master certainly didn't seem to like Draco much. She could only imagine what he thought of the father And that would certainly explain the way he'd treated Draco last night at the party. She would have to make sure to get Lucius back for putting Kendra through such an ordeal.
' I will make you mine, in every sense of the word, while Draco is away. I will take you in every orifice repeatedly. I will have you screaming in ecstacy, begging me to leave off. But I won't. I'll have you as many times as I like. In any position I like. I will have you at my mercy,' he whispered in her ear. She held back the shudder that wanted to ripple up and down her spine, but she couldn't hold back the way her pussy muscles clenched and tightened with need. She could feel desire simmering low in her belly. Something was wrong. That should not be happening.
With effort, Illiana blocked Lucius' voice from her mind as she concentrated all her thoughts on her surroundings. She could feel, after some time, the residual power left over by the casting of a spell. It seemed Malfoy had reactivated the Primal Lust Spell. But there was something wholly different about the feel of it this time. She let her mind slip farther into the spell. In moments, she found what she was looking for. He had changed the rudimentary components of the basic spell to make any woman feel desire. No matter if she actually did or not. Arrogant bastard. She was going to make him wish he'd never heard of the spell when she finished with him. His breath slithered across her neck, hot and moist. She felt her nipples tighten to painful peaks. She was so very glad she'd added bubble bath to the water.
'In short, my dear, when I am through with you, no other man will satisfy you. Then, when I have you completely broken to my will, I will hand you back to Draco. The two of you can be married, and our relationship will continue as if nothing has changed,' he was telling her. She frowned at that bit, deciding she'd had enough of his arrogance for the day. She tuned him out once again, focusing her thoughts on the spell. It was a matter of a few moments work to disable it once again. As soon as it was shut off, she could feel her thoughts returning. Her body was slowly regaining it's normal composure. Plastering a smile on her face, she turned herself fully to face him. She had a surprise in store for him.
'Good evening, Mister Malfoy. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance,' she smiled up at him. He looked startled for a moment as he realized she had understood everything he'd said to her. But the look was quickly replaced with a look of smooth confidence. 'What makes you think that you can break me?' she asked, deciding to get right to the point.
'Baronesse, I can assure you. I will break you to my hand. And you will enjoy every moment of it,' he informed her in a tone laced with certainty.
'Because of your pathetic little spell? I don't think so,' she chuckled. She watched his composure slip. His eyes went wide, his jaw dropping with shock. ' I don't know what it is about men that make them think they can rule a woman with their peckers, but you've obviously been hanging about with the wrong sort.'
'What did you do with my spell?' he questioned, his eye brow popping up at the idea that she had disesngaged it. She laughed outright, letting him see what she thought of the spell. 'No one should have been able to tamper with that spell, other than Draco or myself.'
'That was the lowest form of a Primal Lust spell I've ever seen. I don't know where you learned it, but someone obviously neglected to teach you the entire thing. Had it been a full spell, I would not have been able to disarm it. As it was, I've changed it to suit my own needs for the moment,' she informed him with a wicked smile curling her lips.
'The lowest? It can't be!' he snarled, standing up so he could pace the room.
'But of course. I knew that spell by the end of my first month at Durmstrang. In my first year. There is a far more intense version of it that I believe I will share with you,' she told him. 'Magnify!' she called out.
A surge of power flooded the room at the word, wrapping it's self around Malfoy like a cloak. She watched his face, noting the wild look in his eyes when he felt the spell trap him in it's web. The wild eyed look was replaced by a flush, then his eyes sought hers. She merely continued to smile up at him. 'What have you done?' he whispered.
' I have given you a taste of the true power of the spell. In it's most potent form. I have also made certain that it only affects you,' she informed him carelessly, as if it didn't matter to her if he knew or not. ' In a moment or two, you will feel the overwhelming desire to have sex. With anyone who will oblige you. Unfortunately for you, that will not be me.'
'You bitch!' he snarled, his hands closing convulsively over thin air. She imagined he wanted his wand about now. Her smile slipped into a frown. She decided to twist the knife a little deeper and stood up. His eyes bulged as they took in her form, naked and dripping, small patches of suds clinging in some areas.
'You will pay for what you did to Kendra. For what you attempted to do to me.'
'What do you know of the red headed little witch?' he growled, his voice wavering with his need.
' I know that Kendra is my friend, and that you abused her in a manner that was completely unfair to her. I know that she is presently completely happy with her Potions Master, and I'll do what ever I can to see that it remains that way. I know that I will see you suffer as you most assuredly made her suffer.'
' I believe I will be going,' he muttered, disgusted that a mere woman had thwarted all his plans. To find out that she knew the spell and was able to nullify it was one blow was bad enough. To know that Snape had taught him a small, rather ineffectual spell was worse. But to know that she was friends with the little witch that hid bitten him and fought hard against his commands was the last straw. There was no way he would stay a moment longer.
He turned for the bedroom, scooping up his robes and cane as he went. She follwed behind him, still nude and dripping water. She wanted to see his face when he realized that there was more to the spell than just making a person desire someone else. She leaned against the bedroom's door jamb, watching as he stalked over to the fireplace. He grabbed up a handful of floo powder, then stepped into the hearth and tossed it over his head while calling out, 'Malfoy Manor!'
All that happened was he ended up covered in a fine layer of green dust.
'What the fucking hell did you do?' he demanded, stepping from the hearth. She smiled at him impishly, no remorse on her face.
'You can't leave here until you have a release. The spell temporarily binds you here,' she informed him. He scowled at her, wondering if he could get his wand out fast enough to use a Forbidden on her. She brought her wand out from behind her back, pointing it at him casually. 'And since I have no *desire* to ever touch you, I guess that leaves you one alternative.'
'And what the bloody hell is that?' he glared at her, trying to intimidate her into releasing him. She smiled, waving her wand at him. He found himself bared, not a stitch of clothing on his body. He looked completely shocked. Then his anger rose to the surface and she could swear he wanted to kill her where she stood.
'You're just going to have to pleasure yourself,' she shrugged, crossing her arms just under her breasts. The move pushed them up. She gave a faint grin of satisfaction when she saw the hunger flood his eyes. Her glance strayed to his erection, noting that the head of his cock was bright purple. He was in desperate need of release soon. 'Well, get on with it. I certainly don't want you here when Draco returns from the wild goose chase you've sent him on.'
'You are a rotten bitch,' he hissed at her.
' I know,' her smile widened.
' I will fucking kill you for this,' he vowed.
'Oh, you'll try. But I highly doubt you'll succeed,' she sounded completely smug. He snarled at her. 'Now, on with it. I've not got all day, you know.'
'Very well,' he sighed, then moved toward the leather couch. She watched as he sprawled himself over the surface, laying back with his head propped on one arm. She stepped over to where she could properly see him, intrigued by the idea of watching him stroke himself off.
Illiana's eyes never left the sight of that long, lean body stretched over the sofa in a very lazy pose. He was well built for a man his age, with defined, toned muscles and not an ounce of fat to be found on him. Had she not met Draco first..... well, there might have been a chance. He knew she was watching him by the way his hand slipped up over his flesh, running along the line of his leg onto his flat stomach muscles. His fingers trailed idly over his nipples, playing with them until they'd hardened ever so slightly. The same hand then crept over his flat belly to circle the hardened flesh of his erect cock.
She held back her groan as his fingers squeezed his length, then began a slow, sensual stroke up the shaft. His eyes slipped shut as he slid his hand down his erection. Pre cum was already glistening on the tip of his cock. She managed to speak without needing to clear her voice or lick suddenly dry lips. There was something decidedly erotic about the way he was masturbating. She knew he was doing it for her benefit, but it was still erotic to watch. 'Use the pre cum to lubricate yourself.'
He didn't reply, but his fingers slipped up to catch the weeping moisture and spread it over the engorged flesh of his cock. His breathing had already sped up a fraction, his hips starting to thrust up into his pleasuring hand of their own accord. The spell had hit him strong. She was certain this was something he was unused to.
She sighed, seeing that he would try to make this work to his advantage. He was moving too slow, his control still firmly in place. He would never get himself off at the rate he was going. She had to take some of his control from him. She thought for a moment, then smiled evilly. Her wand pointed toward him, then she was muttering some words under her breath. He cursed as he felt invisible bonds attach themselves to his ankles and free hand. He tried jerking loose, but he was held down securely. He turned his angry gaze on her, drawing forth a little laugh of pleasure at seeing him helpless.
'You will release me!' he ordered. She shook her head, pointing the tip of her wand at his idle hand.
'Come, come, Lucius. Surely you know how to jerk off better than that. I've seen teen aged boys who wank with more enthusiasm. If you do not enjoy yourself more, I'm afraid I shall have to leave you there like that. Imagine how you'll feel when the spell has had hours to work upon you. Do you suppose you will be able to even come after that long a time?'
'Bitch!' he scowled.
'We already established that. Now, get on with it, please,' she instructed. He scowled at her, his hand still stroking with deliberate slowness. She sighed and decided it was time to give him incentive. Her free hand travelled up over her stomach, sliding over her breast to play with a nipple. He moaned as he watched her. Her fingers pinched and twisted, bringing the peak to a tight point. His eyes followed the hand as it made it's way down her body, creeping toward the apex of her thighs.
'You are driving me to distraction,' he hissed at her. She heaved a sigh, then the corner of her mouth lifted in a smile.
'That is the idea. But I'm sorry to say that you will not be using my body for your pleasure anytime soon. That is an honor that I've given to your son. And he honors me well. His hands bring me to the heights of passion, while his mouth marks me as his own. That is something you will never have the priviledge of knowing. But the sight of me standing naked before you should have you working furiously for your orgasm,' she told him. Her head tilted to one side as she studied him. 'Or, perhaps you are incapable of such a simple task. Maybe this is why you cast that silly little Primal Lust Spell in the first place. So that the poor woman you chose wouldn't be able to tell that she was getting the short end of the stick. No wonder poor Kendra went back to the sullen Potions Master. Perhaps he's more man than you are.'
'She enjoyed herself perfectly well, thank you!' he ground out. She noticed that he was clenching his teeth as he spoke. It looked as if it were time to turn the intensity of the spell up on his arrogant arse. She spoke another word, watching his face as the waves of the spell hit him with the force of a gale wind. His cock jerked in his hand.
' I believe I shall go get dressed, since I am obvioulsy making this more difficult for you,' she sniffed in a haughty manner, then turned her back on him. He watched as she disappeared from view. It wasn't very long until he heard her rattling about the bedroom. Lucius groaned, his cock quivering in his hand. He'd never felt a jolt of desire rush through him like this before in his life. This simple girl had brought him to his knees without so much as breaking a sweat.
He heard a faint moan from the bedroom. It made his hips jerk reflexively in his hands. What was she doing in there? She moaned again. His own throat let loose an answering moan as his hand unconsciously began to eagerly stroke his swollen cock again. 'I know you're wondering what's going on in here. I shall tell you. I have my fingers buried as deeply into my pussy as I can get them. I'm fucking myself with them. I'm hot and wet, thinking of your son. How wonderful it feels to have his cock up inside of me.'
He groaned loudly, the image firmly implanted in his head. He could actually see Draco's body entwined with hers, his hips pumping enthusiastically into her wet cunt. Her body was pressed to his, her head thrown back. She was moaning loudly, her hands curled tightly about his ass as it flexed over her. He could hear the shout of completion his offspring gave as he came into the woman. His mind went white with desire. He could feel his hand stroking over the surface of his rigid cock. His hips thrust upward, while one long moan after another escaped his mouth. He just couldn't control himself.
To add to the mind numbing desire that had taken hold of him, he could feel Illiana's nimble fingers as they pumped in and out of her hot channel. He could hear the moans coming from the bedroom as she fingered herself. She was rapidly approaching her own orgasm. The sounds and feel of it only served to force his hand to move faster. He was panting between groans, the force of the spell controlling him as nothing had ever done before. He felt a faint flutter, then heard her cry out from the bedroom. She had finally come. The thought sent him hurtling over the edge.
He practically screamed as he came. He could feel the spruts of hot liquid hitting his stomach as his hand continued pumping up and down the lenght of his shaft. His hand hurt, as did his cock. There had been almost no lubrication. He knew he would be raw for some time to come. And still, his hand kept pulling on his cock. He had stopped coming on his stomach, but his erection had yet to die. His fingers felt as if they were locked about his shaft, never to let it go. It seemed as if an age had passed before his hand and hips ceased their movements. His muscles lost their rigidness. He slumped to the couch, trying to catch his breath.
He looked up as Illiana returned to the living room. She was now covered by one of Draco's robes, hiding the rosy glow he was certain had washed over her skin. She stepped up next to the couch. He was certain she would release him, but her hand lowered toward his face. He could see the glistening moisture on her fingers. He turned his head away. There was no way he was going to put her fingers in his mouth. 'Clean them, or I'll leave you there. And I will turn up the spell yet again. This time, it will not be pleasant. The level of the spell that you just experienced was still comparatively low.'
' I don't believe you,' he retorted, his arrogance showing through again.
'Care to try me?' she lifted a silver brow. He stared at her for a moment, then snarled. But he opened his mouth to allow her fingers in side. He obediently licked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. She gave a faint smile. He started when he felt her fingers run across the cooling pool of seed on his belly. The denial was already springing to his lips when she lifted her hand to his gaze once again. ' I will release you after this. But you must clean my fingers first.'
'Not on your bloody life!' he spat.
'Alright. I' ll merely turn the spell up. I'm sure Draco would love to see you like this,' she grinned. He frowned up at her for a moment, then sighed and opened his mouth. Her fingers slid into his mouth one more time. Very slowly, very thoroughly, he cleaned every last bit of his essence from her fingertips. She smirked at him, then waved her wand in his direction. The invisible bonds disappeared, and he sprang to his feet.
Illiana stepped back from him, keeping her wand hand relaxed and ready, should he try anything with her. He glared hatefully, then looked pointedly at his naked frame. She grinned, then waved her wand. He found himself fully dressed, but scowled when he felt the evidence of his spent desire sliding slowly down his flesh even while it soaked into his clothing. His jaw clenched. She continued smiling up at him impishly.
'You should consider yourself lucky that I am without my wand, Baronesse. Or I would put you in your proper place this instant.'
'Threats? Honestly, Mr. Malfoy. I'm tired of your threats. You certainly don't frighten me. Now, Kendra scares me. But you don't. So why don't you be a good little bastard and piss off? I'm quite certain Draco will return soon and I've a feeling he'll have no wish to see you here,' she commented lazily.
' I promise I will make you pay for this indignity you have forced me to suffer!' he ground out. She laughed at him outright, her eyes glowing with humor. He growled, his hands clenching into fists. If only he had his wand, the bitch would not be laughing so easily. Of course, he could always resort to the crude methods of the Muggles and strike her with his fist. It might not be the most effective method of dealing with the head strong beauty, but it might manage to teach her a modicum of respect.
The fist came out of nowhere, catching Illiana square on the cheek. Her head snapped back a bit, but it didn't come anywhere near knocking her off her feet. It did, however, hurt something fierce. Her eyes narrowed on him as she stared at the mildly shocked look on his face. He'd obviuosly expected her to topple over like a house of cards in the wind. It was nothing she hadn't experienced before. She lifted her wand, ready to curse him within an inch of his life.
'What the fuck is going on here?' the voice bellowed from behind them. Lucius turned while she moved off to the side, her wand still at the ready, to look at Draco. He'd just stepped from the hearth. His clothing was dusted with a fine layer of floo powder. There was a storm brewing in his eyes.
Somebody looked to be ass deep in trouble. Problem was, which one?
end chapter six.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
wanna catch up on all my stuff? check this link out. its got everything! The Ultimate ldf Fic Index
Fandoms: the Harry Potter Universe
Rating: no one under 18. there will be sex and dirty language and whatever else i feel like tossing in here.
Warning: as i said, sex and dirty words.
Disclaimer: i do not own Draco or Lucius or Severus or... *wibbles* what do i own? i don't own Illiana. she belongs to Madam Shark. i do own Kendra, but that isn't saying much. not in the grand scope of things. all recognizable character from Harry Potter belong to the talent Jo Rowling and, as such, she has all the money. i have none of it. meaning, i make nothing in the writting of this. no money, no fame or glory. no... damn, why am i doing this again? oh yeah. right. the lovely, nice comments people leave me. and the adulation. um, is there any of that in this? no? bugger.
Author's Notes: this is probably still rough. and i don't know for sure that it was beta-ed. it may have been. but i doubt it. i'm pretty bad about having people look over my stuff...
Murky Waters: The Index
Chapter Six: Warnings and Wonders
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'OY! Malfoy! There's an owl here for you!' the voice flooded through every room of his flat. Seamus Finnigan had come to work at the fetish shop almost from the moment it had opened. As it turned out, the young Irish man had quite a way with leather. He produced some of the finer pieces sold in the shop. They were well made and fetched a hefty price. He also minded the shop when Draco couldn't be bothered to leave his flat. Like today.
Draco rolled over, ignoring the call for the moment. Soft, silvery hair fanned out over his bed, now caught beneath his shoulder. He smirked as he recalled the other three times the previous night that he'd had Illiana screaming with her release. She was as insatiable as he was when it came to bed sport. He had done his best to wear her out last night. As she had done with him. He could still feel a lingering fatigue in his limbs from the excessive bouts of sex. He should still be sleeping, not listening to Finnigan shout at him.
'MALFOY!' the bellow resounded through out the flat. Illiana stirred beside him, her eyelids fluttering up. She looked at him, her eyes silently insisting that he move off her hair. He rolled away from her, sliding out of the bed. He stalked across the room in disgust, completely at ease with his lack of clothing.
'Well, send the bloody thing up and quit bellowing. Some of us were up all night, shagging our brains out!' he snapped in reply. In a few moments, a small, golden colored owl swooped into the room. It went straight past Draco to land on the bed side table nearest Illiana. She exchanged a glance with Malfoy, then took the rolled up bit of scroll the owl was offering her on it's extended leg.
She unrolled the parchment, letting her eyes read over the brief message.
'Illiana,
I thought I should let you know that Draco and his father have some sort of arrangement. They tend to share their women. I would not wish for you to get caught in such an embarrassing situation, so I felt I needed to warn you.
Kendra'
Illiana rolled the parchment back up, her brain tossing the warning about. Kendra had either met someone who knew of this arrangement, or she had been victim of it first hand. Illiana was of the mind to believe that the girl had been privy to the Malfoy's habits in person. It would explain the reason she'd been so determined to put Draco in his place. The note confirmed her suspicions about the girl. 'Problems?' Draco drawled from the doorway, still lounging about casually without a stitch of clothing on. She gave him a smile.
'No, not at all. It was a reminder from a friend about a luncheon we were to meet for. As I am completely involved with you at present, I shall of course decline. Do you have quill and ink I may borrow?' she gave him her most innocent look. He nodded, then left the room. In a moment, he was back with the requested items. She gave him a smile as he gave her the quill and ink bottle.
Using the same piece of parchment, Illiana wrote a reply on it. That would remove the warning from the flat. Draco would not be able to accidentally stumble over it.
'Kendra,
Thank you for the warning. I got the distinct feeling last night at the party that there was something you were not telling me. I can assure you, his father will be terribly disappointed that things will not go as planned.
Illiana.'
She rerolled the parchment, then fastened it to the little owl's leg. It looked at her, it's eyes full of silent demand. She laughed, then looked to the still naked man on the other side of the room. 'Do you have a treat or two I can feed the little darling?' she asked him. His jaw clenched for a moment, letting her believe that perhaps he wasn't of a mind to answer. But he turned and left the room, only to return a minute or two later with a pair of owl treats clutched in his loosely formed fist.
Illiana took them with a smile, then fed them to the golden bird. It chirped happily to have been rewarded so handsomely. 'Right, you. Back to your sender. Off you go,' she told it. With a flutter of feathers, the little owl flapped it's wings and flew from the room. Draco was still standing by the bed, scowling at her. She wasn't sure if he was angry at her or the interruption. She slid from the bed, moving toward him with fluid grace. She was completely comfortable with her lack of clothing. A smile slid over her face as she noted his eyes were locked onto her. Drawing up against him, she slipped her arms up over his shoulders.
'Now, where did we leave off this morning?' she asked in a seductive whisper. His lips curled into a feral smile as he wrapped his hands around her hips.
' I believe that was when you begged for a short respite. You said you just couldn't stand one more go,' he smirked down at her. She cocked a brow at him, then shrugged.
' I don't recall saying that. I seem to remember some poor little boy begging off because he just couldn't get it up one more time,' her voice was airy, full of resignation as she spoke. His eyes narrowed to slits for a moment, then the feral smile returned with a vengence. She barely had time to register the look before she found herself on her back on the floor.
'Well, perhaps you have some talent after all,' she purred good naturedly, looking up into his eyes. They had gone to pure silver with desire. She smirked up at him, waiting for him to continue his advances. She could feel the stiffening of his erection against her stomach. She shifted her hips the slightest bit, rubbing herself against him. 'Should we retire to the bed?'
'No. I think I'll just ravish you right here,' he drawled slowly, his head dipping so he could press his lips to hers. She returned the kiss hungrily, her desire for him growing with the contact. His hands had just slipped up to rub the sides of her breasts when a loud whooting sounded behind them. He lifted his head with a groan to see what was happening. She followed his line of vision to find a beautiful white owl sitting on the corner of his bed.
'Draco?' she questioned. He sighed and got up, offering her one of his hands to help her to her feet.
'That is my mother's owl,' he informed her, going to the bird to take the note from it's leg. He unrolled it, his eyes scanning the page quickly. When he was done, there was a tight frown on his face. ' I'm sorry, but I must go out for a bit. Please feel free to make yourself at home. I will return soon.'
' Is everything alright? I can leave, if you'd like,' she stared at him.
'You will await me right here. What I'd like is to come back and find you waiting for me in my bed, completely naked and ready for me,' he replied in a low voice. She grinned at his robust nature.
She watched as he dressed quickly. He slipped into snug trousers, a black silk shirt, and a pale green waist coat. Robes of pure black went over the ensemble, then he was slipping shoes and socks onto his feet. He gave her a hard kiss, then strode out of the room. At the fireplace, he turned back to look at her. She smiled at him, letting him know it was okay with her to go. He sighed, grabbed a handful of floo powder, then stepped into the fireplace. 'Malfoy Manor,' he called out, then dropped the powder. He was gone in a swirl of green flames.
~*~*~*~*~
Lucius Malfoy knew the exact moment his son flooed from his home. He was ever predictable, the little prat. The boy had always had a soft spot for his mother, and it was undoubtably the easiest way to get the little git out of the house. Lucius had plans to enact, and he certainly didn't need his son getting in his way. One of his more reliable sources had come to him and informed him that his beloved heir and offspring was keeping company with a Baronesse. A far better catch for a Malfoy than that pug faced Pansy Parkinson. Now he only need instigate his plan.
Using the fireplace in The Leaky Cauldron, Lucius flooed into his son's flat. There was a faint humming coming from the direction of the bedroom, so he made his way toward the back of the flat. His booted feet tread silently upon the thick carpeting, keeping his presence from being known. He stopped at the door of the bedroom, a curious feeling hitting him. Some thing was wrong.
He retraced his steps, going back to stand near the hearth. There was something missing. The Primal Lust spell had been deactivated. Now why would Draco do something like that, the stupid boy? He and Lucius himself were the only ones who knew about the spell. Other than that MacLeod bitch, that was. How she had known there was anything amiss in the flat was beyond him, but Draco had assured him that she had always been like that in school. So what had happened that needed the spell to be dismantled?
Drawing his wand from his ever present cane, he muttered several words under his breath. He felt the energy rise up, filling the room with power and reactivating the spell. With a little twist. The woman in the other room would never know what hit her. A smile curled his lips as he replaced his wand. Then he was retracing his steps to the bedroom.
As he stepped into the bedroom, he could hear water running from the bathroom. His smile went feral. He took his robes off, tossing them carelessly over the bed. He dropped his cane, leaving it to lay where ever it fell. He had his waist coat unbuttoned when he stepped into the bathroom.
The girl was already reclining in the bath tub when he entered the room. Her hair was piled loosely on top of her head, the color a pale silver. Her back was to him as she soaked in the bubble topped water. The humming he had heard was now full blown singing. It took him a moment or two to realize that she wasn't singing in English. Another few moments ticked by before he figured out that it was German. A damned foreigner! His son had picked up a woman who had no clue what one was saying when they told her how to properly please them. The stupid prat.....
His brow hitched as a thought struck him. If she couldn't understand him, then he could tell her exactly what he'd do to her. In great detail. And she'd have no clue. He could work himself up to a frighteningly painful erection before he took her. And he would be able to pound her senseless. As much as he liked, because the newly improved spell would ensure that she was ready for him.
He didn't bother to muffle his footsteps as he moved across the floor. He curled his hands over her shoulders, his fingers biting into the tender flesh hard. Her body jerked at the contact. His mouth was next to her ear when he began speaking in a low whisper. 'Good afternoon, Baronesse. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father. I have some very interesting plans that involve you, my dear.'
Illiana froze as the voice hissed into her ear. Draco's father? Here? What did the sleazy bastard think he was going to get from her? ' I am pleased to see that you've taken an interest in my son, as I intened to see the two of you wed. Draco would do well with a title. And, between he and myself, we will be able to keep you most satisfied. In the bed. Not that you know any of what I'm saying. It is a shame that you're not English, but it doesn't prevent me from telling you exactly what I will be doing to you.'
She stared straight ahead, wondering why he thought she didn't understand him. Then it hit her that she'd been singing in German only moments ago. So he thought she wouldn't understand him. Well, imagine his bloody surprise! His hands slid forward, over her shoulders and toward her breasts. She turned her head to look him in the eyes. It stopped his hands at once. 'My, my. Absolutely lovely. Draco has always shown good taste in women. You are no exception. It's a shame he's not here to share in you, as he was with the MacLeod bitch. Despite the fact that she didn't want to be here. The Primal Lust Spell can be quite persuasive.'
Illliana wanted to haul off and shove her fist in his rather handsome face. He had put Kendra through an experience she was sure the red headed girl could've lived without. Especially with Snape's attitude. The Potions Master certainly didn't seem to like Draco much. She could only imagine what he thought of the father And that would certainly explain the way he'd treated Draco last night at the party. She would have to make sure to get Lucius back for putting Kendra through such an ordeal.
' I will make you mine, in every sense of the word, while Draco is away. I will take you in every orifice repeatedly. I will have you screaming in ecstacy, begging me to leave off. But I won't. I'll have you as many times as I like. In any position I like. I will have you at my mercy,' he whispered in her ear. She held back the shudder that wanted to ripple up and down her spine, but she couldn't hold back the way her pussy muscles clenched and tightened with need. She could feel desire simmering low in her belly. Something was wrong. That should not be happening.
With effort, Illiana blocked Lucius' voice from her mind as she concentrated all her thoughts on her surroundings. She could feel, after some time, the residual power left over by the casting of a spell. It seemed Malfoy had reactivated the Primal Lust Spell. But there was something wholly different about the feel of it this time. She let her mind slip farther into the spell. In moments, she found what she was looking for. He had changed the rudimentary components of the basic spell to make any woman feel desire. No matter if she actually did or not. Arrogant bastard. She was going to make him wish he'd never heard of the spell when she finished with him. His breath slithered across her neck, hot and moist. She felt her nipples tighten to painful peaks. She was so very glad she'd added bubble bath to the water.
'In short, my dear, when I am through with you, no other man will satisfy you. Then, when I have you completely broken to my will, I will hand you back to Draco. The two of you can be married, and our relationship will continue as if nothing has changed,' he was telling her. She frowned at that bit, deciding she'd had enough of his arrogance for the day. She tuned him out once again, focusing her thoughts on the spell. It was a matter of a few moments work to disable it once again. As soon as it was shut off, she could feel her thoughts returning. Her body was slowly regaining it's normal composure. Plastering a smile on her face, she turned herself fully to face him. She had a surprise in store for him.
'Good evening, Mister Malfoy. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance,' she smiled up at him. He looked startled for a moment as he realized she had understood everything he'd said to her. But the look was quickly replaced with a look of smooth confidence. 'What makes you think that you can break me?' she asked, deciding to get right to the point.
'Baronesse, I can assure you. I will break you to my hand. And you will enjoy every moment of it,' he informed her in a tone laced with certainty.
'Because of your pathetic little spell? I don't think so,' she chuckled. She watched his composure slip. His eyes went wide, his jaw dropping with shock. ' I don't know what it is about men that make them think they can rule a woman with their peckers, but you've obviously been hanging about with the wrong sort.'
'What did you do with my spell?' he questioned, his eye brow popping up at the idea that she had disesngaged it. She laughed outright, letting him see what she thought of the spell. 'No one should have been able to tamper with that spell, other than Draco or myself.'
'That was the lowest form of a Primal Lust spell I've ever seen. I don't know where you learned it, but someone obviously neglected to teach you the entire thing. Had it been a full spell, I would not have been able to disarm it. As it was, I've changed it to suit my own needs for the moment,' she informed him with a wicked smile curling her lips.
'The lowest? It can't be!' he snarled, standing up so he could pace the room.
'But of course. I knew that spell by the end of my first month at Durmstrang. In my first year. There is a far more intense version of it that I believe I will share with you,' she told him. 'Magnify!' she called out.
A surge of power flooded the room at the word, wrapping it's self around Malfoy like a cloak. She watched his face, noting the wild look in his eyes when he felt the spell trap him in it's web. The wild eyed look was replaced by a flush, then his eyes sought hers. She merely continued to smile up at him. 'What have you done?' he whispered.
' I have given you a taste of the true power of the spell. In it's most potent form. I have also made certain that it only affects you,' she informed him carelessly, as if it didn't matter to her if he knew or not. ' In a moment or two, you will feel the overwhelming desire to have sex. With anyone who will oblige you. Unfortunately for you, that will not be me.'
'You bitch!' he snarled, his hands closing convulsively over thin air. She imagined he wanted his wand about now. Her smile slipped into a frown. She decided to twist the knife a little deeper and stood up. His eyes bulged as they took in her form, naked and dripping, small patches of suds clinging in some areas.
'You will pay for what you did to Kendra. For what you attempted to do to me.'
'What do you know of the red headed little witch?' he growled, his voice wavering with his need.
' I know that Kendra is my friend, and that you abused her in a manner that was completely unfair to her. I know that she is presently completely happy with her Potions Master, and I'll do what ever I can to see that it remains that way. I know that I will see you suffer as you most assuredly made her suffer.'
' I believe I will be going,' he muttered, disgusted that a mere woman had thwarted all his plans. To find out that she knew the spell and was able to nullify it was one blow was bad enough. To know that Snape had taught him a small, rather ineffectual spell was worse. But to know that she was friends with the little witch that hid bitten him and fought hard against his commands was the last straw. There was no way he would stay a moment longer.
He turned for the bedroom, scooping up his robes and cane as he went. She follwed behind him, still nude and dripping water. She wanted to see his face when he realized that there was more to the spell than just making a person desire someone else. She leaned against the bedroom's door jamb, watching as he stalked over to the fireplace. He grabbed up a handful of floo powder, then stepped into the hearth and tossed it over his head while calling out, 'Malfoy Manor!'
All that happened was he ended up covered in a fine layer of green dust.
'What the fucking hell did you do?' he demanded, stepping from the hearth. She smiled at him impishly, no remorse on her face.
'You can't leave here until you have a release. The spell temporarily binds you here,' she informed him. He scowled at her, wondering if he could get his wand out fast enough to use a Forbidden on her. She brought her wand out from behind her back, pointing it at him casually. 'And since I have no *desire* to ever touch you, I guess that leaves you one alternative.'
'And what the bloody hell is that?' he glared at her, trying to intimidate her into releasing him. She smiled, waving her wand at him. He found himself bared, not a stitch of clothing on his body. He looked completely shocked. Then his anger rose to the surface and she could swear he wanted to kill her where she stood.
'You're just going to have to pleasure yourself,' she shrugged, crossing her arms just under her breasts. The move pushed them up. She gave a faint grin of satisfaction when she saw the hunger flood his eyes. Her glance strayed to his erection, noting that the head of his cock was bright purple. He was in desperate need of release soon. 'Well, get on with it. I certainly don't want you here when Draco returns from the wild goose chase you've sent him on.'
'You are a rotten bitch,' he hissed at her.
' I know,' her smile widened.
' I will fucking kill you for this,' he vowed.
'Oh, you'll try. But I highly doubt you'll succeed,' she sounded completely smug. He snarled at her. 'Now, on with it. I've not got all day, you know.'
'Very well,' he sighed, then moved toward the leather couch. She watched as he sprawled himself over the surface, laying back with his head propped on one arm. She stepped over to where she could properly see him, intrigued by the idea of watching him stroke himself off.
Illiana's eyes never left the sight of that long, lean body stretched over the sofa in a very lazy pose. He was well built for a man his age, with defined, toned muscles and not an ounce of fat to be found on him. Had she not met Draco first..... well, there might have been a chance. He knew she was watching him by the way his hand slipped up over his flesh, running along the line of his leg onto his flat stomach muscles. His fingers trailed idly over his nipples, playing with them until they'd hardened ever so slightly. The same hand then crept over his flat belly to circle the hardened flesh of his erect cock.
She held back her groan as his fingers squeezed his length, then began a slow, sensual stroke up the shaft. His eyes slipped shut as he slid his hand down his erection. Pre cum was already glistening on the tip of his cock. She managed to speak without needing to clear her voice or lick suddenly dry lips. There was something decidedly erotic about the way he was masturbating. She knew he was doing it for her benefit, but it was still erotic to watch. 'Use the pre cum to lubricate yourself.'
He didn't reply, but his fingers slipped up to catch the weeping moisture and spread it over the engorged flesh of his cock. His breathing had already sped up a fraction, his hips starting to thrust up into his pleasuring hand of their own accord. The spell had hit him strong. She was certain this was something he was unused to.
She sighed, seeing that he would try to make this work to his advantage. He was moving too slow, his control still firmly in place. He would never get himself off at the rate he was going. She had to take some of his control from him. She thought for a moment, then smiled evilly. Her wand pointed toward him, then she was muttering some words under her breath. He cursed as he felt invisible bonds attach themselves to his ankles and free hand. He tried jerking loose, but he was held down securely. He turned his angry gaze on her, drawing forth a little laugh of pleasure at seeing him helpless.
'You will release me!' he ordered. She shook her head, pointing the tip of her wand at his idle hand.
'Come, come, Lucius. Surely you know how to jerk off better than that. I've seen teen aged boys who wank with more enthusiasm. If you do not enjoy yourself more, I'm afraid I shall have to leave you there like that. Imagine how you'll feel when the spell has had hours to work upon you. Do you suppose you will be able to even come after that long a time?'
'Bitch!' he scowled.
'We already established that. Now, get on with it, please,' she instructed. He scowled at her, his hand still stroking with deliberate slowness. She sighed and decided it was time to give him incentive. Her free hand travelled up over her stomach, sliding over her breast to play with a nipple. He moaned as he watched her. Her fingers pinched and twisted, bringing the peak to a tight point. His eyes followed the hand as it made it's way down her body, creeping toward the apex of her thighs.
'You are driving me to distraction,' he hissed at her. She heaved a sigh, then the corner of her mouth lifted in a smile.
'That is the idea. But I'm sorry to say that you will not be using my body for your pleasure anytime soon. That is an honor that I've given to your son. And he honors me well. His hands bring me to the heights of passion, while his mouth marks me as his own. That is something you will never have the priviledge of knowing. But the sight of me standing naked before you should have you working furiously for your orgasm,' she told him. Her head tilted to one side as she studied him. 'Or, perhaps you are incapable of such a simple task. Maybe this is why you cast that silly little Primal Lust Spell in the first place. So that the poor woman you chose wouldn't be able to tell that she was getting the short end of the stick. No wonder poor Kendra went back to the sullen Potions Master. Perhaps he's more man than you are.'
'She enjoyed herself perfectly well, thank you!' he ground out. She noticed that he was clenching his teeth as he spoke. It looked as if it were time to turn the intensity of the spell up on his arrogant arse. She spoke another word, watching his face as the waves of the spell hit him with the force of a gale wind. His cock jerked in his hand.
' I believe I shall go get dressed, since I am obvioulsy making this more difficult for you,' she sniffed in a haughty manner, then turned her back on him. He watched as she disappeared from view. It wasn't very long until he heard her rattling about the bedroom. Lucius groaned, his cock quivering in his hand. He'd never felt a jolt of desire rush through him like this before in his life. This simple girl had brought him to his knees without so much as breaking a sweat.
He heard a faint moan from the bedroom. It made his hips jerk reflexively in his hands. What was she doing in there? She moaned again. His own throat let loose an answering moan as his hand unconsciously began to eagerly stroke his swollen cock again. 'I know you're wondering what's going on in here. I shall tell you. I have my fingers buried as deeply into my pussy as I can get them. I'm fucking myself with them. I'm hot and wet, thinking of your son. How wonderful it feels to have his cock up inside of me.'
He groaned loudly, the image firmly implanted in his head. He could actually see Draco's body entwined with hers, his hips pumping enthusiastically into her wet cunt. Her body was pressed to his, her head thrown back. She was moaning loudly, her hands curled tightly about his ass as it flexed over her. He could hear the shout of completion his offspring gave as he came into the woman. His mind went white with desire. He could feel his hand stroking over the surface of his rigid cock. His hips thrust upward, while one long moan after another escaped his mouth. He just couldn't control himself.
To add to the mind numbing desire that had taken hold of him, he could feel Illiana's nimble fingers as they pumped in and out of her hot channel. He could hear the moans coming from the bedroom as she fingered herself. She was rapidly approaching her own orgasm. The sounds and feel of it only served to force his hand to move faster. He was panting between groans, the force of the spell controlling him as nothing had ever done before. He felt a faint flutter, then heard her cry out from the bedroom. She had finally come. The thought sent him hurtling over the edge.
He practically screamed as he came. He could feel the spruts of hot liquid hitting his stomach as his hand continued pumping up and down the lenght of his shaft. His hand hurt, as did his cock. There had been almost no lubrication. He knew he would be raw for some time to come. And still, his hand kept pulling on his cock. He had stopped coming on his stomach, but his erection had yet to die. His fingers felt as if they were locked about his shaft, never to let it go. It seemed as if an age had passed before his hand and hips ceased their movements. His muscles lost their rigidness. He slumped to the couch, trying to catch his breath.
He looked up as Illiana returned to the living room. She was now covered by one of Draco's robes, hiding the rosy glow he was certain had washed over her skin. She stepped up next to the couch. He was certain she would release him, but her hand lowered toward his face. He could see the glistening moisture on her fingers. He turned his head away. There was no way he was going to put her fingers in his mouth. 'Clean them, or I'll leave you there. And I will turn up the spell yet again. This time, it will not be pleasant. The level of the spell that you just experienced was still comparatively low.'
' I don't believe you,' he retorted, his arrogance showing through again.
'Care to try me?' she lifted a silver brow. He stared at her for a moment, then snarled. But he opened his mouth to allow her fingers in side. He obediently licked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. She gave a faint smile. He started when he felt her fingers run across the cooling pool of seed on his belly. The denial was already springing to his lips when she lifted her hand to his gaze once again. ' I will release you after this. But you must clean my fingers first.'
'Not on your bloody life!' he spat.
'Alright. I' ll merely turn the spell up. I'm sure Draco would love to see you like this,' she grinned. He frowned up at her for a moment, then sighed and opened his mouth. Her fingers slid into his mouth one more time. Very slowly, very thoroughly, he cleaned every last bit of his essence from her fingertips. She smirked at him, then waved her wand in his direction. The invisible bonds disappeared, and he sprang to his feet.
Illiana stepped back from him, keeping her wand hand relaxed and ready, should he try anything with her. He glared hatefully, then looked pointedly at his naked frame. She grinned, then waved her wand. He found himself fully dressed, but scowled when he felt the evidence of his spent desire sliding slowly down his flesh even while it soaked into his clothing. His jaw clenched. She continued smiling up at him impishly.
'You should consider yourself lucky that I am without my wand, Baronesse. Or I would put you in your proper place this instant.'
'Threats? Honestly, Mr. Malfoy. I'm tired of your threats. You certainly don't frighten me. Now, Kendra scares me. But you don't. So why don't you be a good little bastard and piss off? I'm quite certain Draco will return soon and I've a feeling he'll have no wish to see you here,' she commented lazily.
' I promise I will make you pay for this indignity you have forced me to suffer!' he ground out. She laughed at him outright, her eyes glowing with humor. He growled, his hands clenching into fists. If only he had his wand, the bitch would not be laughing so easily. Of course, he could always resort to the crude methods of the Muggles and strike her with his fist. It might not be the most effective method of dealing with the head strong beauty, but it might manage to teach her a modicum of respect.
The fist came out of nowhere, catching Illiana square on the cheek. Her head snapped back a bit, but it didn't come anywhere near knocking her off her feet. It did, however, hurt something fierce. Her eyes narrowed on him as she stared at the mildly shocked look on his face. He'd obviuosly expected her to topple over like a house of cards in the wind. It was nothing she hadn't experienced before. She lifted her wand, ready to curse him within an inch of his life.
'What the fuck is going on here?' the voice bellowed from behind them. Lucius turned while she moved off to the side, her wand still at the ready, to look at Draco. He'd just stepped from the hearth. His clothing was dusted with a fine layer of floo powder. There was a storm brewing in his eyes.
Somebody looked to be ass deep in trouble. Problem was, which one?
end chapter six.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
wanna catch up on all my stuff? check this link out. its got everything! The Ultimate ldf Fic Index