Leigh!fic- Ruled By Secrecy (1/1)- Lucius Malfoy/Bellatrix Black
Title: Ruled By Secrecy (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Lucius Malfoy/Bellatrix Lestrange
Rating: R
Words: 500
Summary: Narcissa knows her husband's secret.
Author's notes: Continuing on with the Blackcest... This was written for deatheatercest's End of Year Drabblethon. thepretender501 requested Lucius/Bellatrix with this prompt: I won't stop until I hear you scream. Because I seem to have a penchant for song!fic, the inspiration for this came from Ruled By Secrecy by Muse.
The Black family was full of secrets.
Murder, incest, betrayal; they were all tools of the family, to be used as fate dealt their hands. Nothing was out of the question, as long as it stayed true to the family motto: Toujours Pur.
Narcissa knew of a secret, one she was sure that her husband and dearest sister had no idea that she knew. Long, lingering looks across a crowded ballroom, the smell of her sister's perfume on his robes; honestly, had they really expected her not to find out.
Her heels clicked on the marble floor as Narcissa made her way from the foyer back to her private parlor. After spending a sizable amount of gold in Diagon, she'd returned home to freshen up before dinner at the Yaxley's. Lucius wasn't due home for another hour, and she was quite looking forward to donning some of her new purchases for him.
As she passed by her husband's study, a sound caught her attention. A moan? She stilled in her tracks, keen blue eyes darting to the ajar door.
Another moan sounded, followed by a delighted peal of laughter. Narcissa would know that sound anywhere.
Bellatrix.
Quietly as a mouse, she tiptoed across the hall and peered through the crack.
Her eyes widened at the sight before her. Lucius was in front of the fire, naked, his long blonde hair spread out on the floor. The flickering light through shadows across his body, dipping into the hollows and crevices she knew so well. Atop him sat Bellatrix-- her sister-- naked as he. There was an expression of pure delight as she lifted herself up with her thighs, then sank down again.
"Tell me, Lucius," she purred, leaning over him as their hips rocked together, "does dear Cissy make you feel like this?"
Lucius threw his head back and groaned, and Narcissa could see his fingers tighten their grip on her sister's hip. "Fuck, Bella..."
Bellatrix bit the chord in his neck, dragging her teeth over his white flesh. "Do you scream for her the way you scream for me?" she purred. At his response-- a forceful thrust of his hips upwards-- her eyes fluttered shut and a soft moan escaped.
Narcissa was enraptured with the scene in front of her. She should be angry-- nay, furious-- at the pair of them, but she wasn't. She watched them the way a baby bird watches a snake; unable to look away. It was so wantonly brazen, so hedonistic; it made her ache with need.
"Narcissa is... delicate," Lucius replied, rearing up to close his lips around one of Bellatrix's breasts. With a tug, he pulled back and said, "She doesn't scream as you do."
"Pity. I suppose you scream beautifully enough for the pair of you."
The mood was set; candles were lit, wax dripping down around the room. The silk sheets on their bed were turned down, and her pale body was clad in her raciest lingerie. As she heard the 'crack' of Apparition in the hallway, Narcissa merely smiled.
Her husband would see how delicate his bride really was tonight.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Lucius Malfoy/Bellatrix Lestrange
Rating: R
Words: 500
Summary: Narcissa knows her husband's secret.
Author's notes: Continuing on with the Blackcest... This was written for deatheatercest's End of Year Drabblethon. thepretender501 requested Lucius/Bellatrix with this prompt: I won't stop until I hear you scream. Because I seem to have a penchant for song!fic, the inspiration for this came from Ruled By Secrecy by Muse.
The Black family was full of secrets.
Murder, incest, betrayal; they were all tools of the family, to be used as fate dealt their hands. Nothing was out of the question, as long as it stayed true to the family motto: Toujours Pur.
Narcissa knew of a secret, one she was sure that her husband and dearest sister had no idea that she knew. Long, lingering looks across a crowded ballroom, the smell of her sister's perfume on his robes; honestly, had they really expected her not to find out.
Her heels clicked on the marble floor as Narcissa made her way from the foyer back to her private parlor. After spending a sizable amount of gold in Diagon, she'd returned home to freshen up before dinner at the Yaxley's. Lucius wasn't due home for another hour, and she was quite looking forward to donning some of her new purchases for him.
As she passed by her husband's study, a sound caught her attention. A moan? She stilled in her tracks, keen blue eyes darting to the ajar door.
Another moan sounded, followed by a delighted peal of laughter. Narcissa would know that sound anywhere.
Bellatrix.
Quietly as a mouse, she tiptoed across the hall and peered through the crack.
Her eyes widened at the sight before her. Lucius was in front of the fire, naked, his long blonde hair spread out on the floor. The flickering light through shadows across his body, dipping into the hollows and crevices she knew so well. Atop him sat Bellatrix-- her sister-- naked as he. There was an expression of pure delight as she lifted herself up with her thighs, then sank down again.
"Tell me, Lucius," she purred, leaning over him as their hips rocked together, "does dear Cissy make you feel like this?"
Lucius threw his head back and groaned, and Narcissa could see his fingers tighten their grip on her sister's hip. "Fuck, Bella..."
Bellatrix bit the chord in his neck, dragging her teeth over his white flesh. "Do you scream for her the way you scream for me?" she purred. At his response-- a forceful thrust of his hips upwards-- her eyes fluttered shut and a soft moan escaped.
Narcissa was enraptured with the scene in front of her. She should be angry-- nay, furious-- at the pair of them, but she wasn't. She watched them the way a baby bird watches a snake; unable to look away. It was so wantonly brazen, so hedonistic; it made her ache with need.
"Narcissa is... delicate," Lucius replied, rearing up to close his lips around one of Bellatrix's breasts. With a tug, he pulled back and said, "She doesn't scream as you do."
"Pity. I suppose you scream beautifully enough for the pair of you."
The mood was set; candles were lit, wax dripping down around the room. The silk sheets on their bed were turned down, and her pale body was clad in her raciest lingerie. As she heard the 'crack' of Apparition in the hallway, Narcissa merely smiled.
Her husband would see how delicate his bride really was tonight.