Soddisfare il bastone Title: Soddisfare il bastone Author:blue_siofra Rating:NC-17 Characters: Lucius/Narcissa Beta: Smirking_muse, Conspiratorsb Summary: The cane hides more than Lucius' wand… what is it secret and why is Lucius so devoted to the object? Author's Note: 'Soddisfare is bastone' is some other language (Italian? Portugese? Can't remember!) for 'Pimp Cane'. This was written for the fab dead_sexydexy. And thanks to Lycan, for putting up with the random porn comments while I was writing this!
Lucius is sitting in his favorite chair in the parlor, near the fire, contemplating his cane. The black lacquered wood is smooth under his fingers and he allows his thoughts to drift back…
The flicker of light goes dark in the next room as the figure of Narcissa appears in the door frame. Her loose, blond hair simply glows under the silver light of the enchanted candles. Sitting up straighter, his eyes roam from her hair to her lace covered breasts, lingering there for a long moment before traveling down the black lace corset to the dainty, emerald silk bow resting just above her gorgeous navel. Silk ribbon bow tails resting atop a well kept patch of blonde curls that trail downward to what he thought would be lovely feminine lips.
He swallows hard. Why had everything stopped it’s gentle swaying? He forces his eyes up to her face with a uncertain smile that might be hiding a smirk of amusement. She will fill the Malfoy Matriarch role well. Lucius reaches his hand out, taking hers and pulling her to the bed. She comes to rest atop his knees, searching his eyes as her delicate hands traced patterns up his arms, across his shoulders and torturously down his bare chest to his boxers. Slower than he likes, she slides a few fingers under the waistband and glances down as she frees his pulsating cock from confinement.
He leans forward, capturing her lips with his own, his hands taking hold of her waist. His wife leans into him, her soft breasts melding into his body. One of his hands reaches around to her back and he pulls her forward until she is straddling his thighs, his erection standing proudly against her stomach.
“Lucius.” His name comes soft and full of desire. He slides his left hand up to just under her breast, enjoying the feel of the delicate lacy fabric under his fingertips. He grins at her as his right hand moves to the her waist before flipping them over in one smooth move. She looks up at him, surprised, golden strands framing her head like the halo of an angel.
Sitting up long enough to dispose of the boxers, he keeps his attention on the vision in black below him. Boxers discarded, he slides low and kisses along the bottom edge of the corset, pausing long enough at the silken bow to pull one tail open with his teeth before continuing to the other side and back, repeating the process. The bow undone, Lucius brings a hand up and begins to unravel the ribbon from the bodice.
Once the ribbon is removes, both hands move once again to the bottom of the fabric. After a quick glance upwards, he reveals the smooth skin beneath inch by torturous inch, kissing the skin as it‘s revealed. When he reaches Narcissa's lavish breasts, he buries his face between them. Narcissa giggles and strokes the back of his head, fingers tangling in the shoulder length hair.
Licking his way across, Lucius moves to the exquisiteness of the newest Malfoy's left breast. After reaching her nipple, he switches to gentle kisses and traces her areola. Moans emerge from Cissy, her fingers tightening up in Lucius' hair, urging him to continue. The moans grow louder as he takes the bud into his mouth, rolling it gently between his teeth.
His left hand cups her right breast, squeezing it gently as his tongue continues its dance with her nipple. Slowly, he changed his gentle massage into something rougher, pinching occasionally, his hand moving towards the excited nipple.
"Lucius," she barely moans, "want you, now."
A glance to her face and a soft stroke to her folds tells him she is ready. He lets go of her and moves over to the bedside table where his brand new walking stick lays. Picking it up, he moves to kneel in position above Narcissa, his erection standing proudly.
Narcissa gives him a puzzled look. Lucius presses a knob on the tip of the cane, his free hand cupped beneath the snake's mouth. A clear liquid begins flowing out of the fangs of the snake and into his hand. Satisfied with the amount, he replaces the cane where it had been and rubs the liquid onto his member.
Lube in place, he moves to lie over his wife, and with a gentle shove, enters her. A moan escapes her lips as he slowly pulls out completely before thrusting himself back into her warmth. "Sede," he whisperes.
She leans upwards the few inches between their faces and captures his lips with hers. He grants her access when her tongue rolls across his lips. As their tongues battled for dominance over each other’s mouth, her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in deeper with each thrust.
It seems all too soon when he can’t hold back any longer, and he is empties his seed and collapses, breathless but content, onto Narcissa. My, her breasts make the perfect pillow. She unwinds her legs from him and he rolls off of her and pulls her close as they both drift into a contented sleep.
Looking at his cane, Lucius allows himself a small smile as he fingers the knob on the snake’s head. A small drop of clear liquid gathered at the very tip of one of the fangs, glistening in the firelight. The Malfoy Patriarch stands and made his way to the bedroom he shares with his wife still, twenty-five years later.