Title: Mirror Magic
Author: Musyc
Characters/Pairings: Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Malfoy
Rating: NC17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Sex magic
Other Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1300
Summary/Description: While Lucius is in Azkaban, Narcissa finds a way to have her conjugal rights without leaving her home.



Everything was set, the spell prepared and waiting for her. She needed only to speak the final words to activate it. Narcissa closed her eyes and exhaled, settling herself. She drew the shutters closed and fastened them with a charm, then doused all the lamps. The room went dark except for the fire burning in the hearth. Narcissa drew a tall standing mirror across the floor and positioned it facing the fire near the foot of a low chaise. The orange and red reflections turned her hair to gold. She examined herself in the mirror, her long, slender limbs and trim frame. Her stomach was still flat, her breasts still firm. Narcissa cupped them, lifting them higher, the ruffles and ribbons of her nightdress tickling her fingers.

Slowly, she unfastened the ribbons and pulled the sides of her nightdress apart. She watched the shadows on her body shift as the fire danced behind her. The nightdress fell to the carpet and she extended her arms, turning before the mirror to let the firelight touch every inch of her skin.

She gripped the sides of the mirror and leaned in close, until she could see the flecks of green in her eyes. The mirror fogged with her breath. Narcissa kissed her reflection, her tongue flicking between her lips to touch the cold surface. "Lucius," she whispered to the mirror. Power spun around her, lifting her hair and tingling across her skin as the waiting spell responded to her voice. "Lucius, my love. Come to me."

She brushed her hand over the mirror and stepped back to settle onto the low chaise, lounging against the sloped arm. Her reflection stayed upright in the mirror, shimmering in the firelight as it stood waiting. Narcissa made a gesture, twisted the spell into place with a word, and purred in satisfaction as the mirror-image changed. It grew taller, with broader shoulders and a sharper chin. Breasts flattened, lips thinned. The tight curls at the apex of its thighs coarsened and darkened, a cock forming out of shadows. Narcissa stroked one hand down her stomach to let her fingers rest on the gentle swell of her mound. "Lucius," she said to the mirror, her other hand extended to the image of her husband. "I've missed you."

"Cissa," said the mirror. His voice was slightly off, the timbre and pitch not quite right, but it was close. Close enough to speed her heart and send a warm throbbing through her body. Lucius laid his hand on the inside of the mirror and raked her with a look as hot as the flames behind her. "Witch," he said, his cock twitching against his thigh. "What do you have for me?"

Narcissa bit back a moan at the achingly familiar question. He had asked her that on their wedding night and so many nights since, always with a gleam in his eyes. She arched her back, pushing her breasts up so the firelight licked over her nipples. "For you," she said, dragging her fingers around the curves of her breasts and down the slope of her ribs. "For you," she said as she circled one finger around her navel. She watched under her lashes as mirror-Lucius dropped his hand to his cock and stroked his foreskin back with his thumb. The head was already dark, the small slit already beaded up with sticky clear fluid. Narcissa licked her lips, remembering the taste of him, salty and warm on her tongue.

She spread her knees, her legs falling to either side of the chaise. Resting both hands on her thighs, she used her thumbs to pull open the soft folds of her labia. Lucius' eyes locked on her body, on the round nub of her clit and the pink circle of her cunt. "For you," she said in a breathy whisper. "All for you, Lucius."

The reflection of her husband gave a growl as she flicked a finger over her clit. "Yes," he said. His voice turned darker, deeper, flowing over her like heavy silk. "Yes, Cissa. For me." He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped slowly, matching his movements to the twist of her fingers on her own body. Each time she pressed her thumb to her clit, he copied with a press of his thumb to the head of his cock. It reminded her of how he would rub against her, the bulbous glans slipping over her clit as he teased her to begging.

Narcissa held her folds apart with two fingers of her left hand and slipped her right down to run the tip of her pink around her entrance. Mirror-Lucius watched her as she gently pushed her middle finger deep into her cunt. She drew it out dripping and held it up to the mirror to let him see the gleam on her skin. He grunted and his hand tightened around his cock as she brought her hand to her mouth. She painted her lower lip with her juices and slowly licked it away. Lucius swore, his eyes bright.

Narcissa spread her legs wide to let him see every inch of her cunt. One finger pushed inside, then two. Then, as she panted for breath and stared into his shining grey eyes, three. She groaned at the stretch, her fingers filling her. It was no substitute for her husband's cock, thick and hot and heavy inside her, but if she kept her eyes on his, she could imagine enough. She drove her fingers into her cunt and mirror-Lucius pumped his cock in rhythm with her.

"Lucius," she groaned. Her skin prickled with heat and her thighs quivered. She fucked herself on her hand, heart pounding, and moaned for her husband.

Lucius moaned as well. He said her name in a rough voice, hoarse with need and rising orgasm. "Cissa," he muttered, his free hand bracing him on the side of the mirror, "can't wait. Need you to come. Want to watch you." He threw his head back and swallowed, groaning for her. "Come, Cissa."

At his word, at his pleading, desperate word, Narcissa pressed hard on her clit. She crooked her fingers and stroked that soft spot inside her. Her body thrummed, cunt clenching around her fingers. She arched and gritted her teeth. A cry broke from her. She shrieked and called for Lucius as her blood pounded against her ears. Fighting to keep her eyes open, to keep her gaze locked with his, Narcissa gulped and shuddered through her orgasm.

Lucius joined her shortly, eyes widening and mouth open in that look of grateful surprise that always struck him at the moment of release. Narcissa slumped against the chaise, her hand over her heart as she caught her breath. The white spatter across the mirror faded as she watched. Lucius held his hands out to her, his reflection wavering. "Cissa," he murmured.

She scrambled from the chaise and pressed her hands to the mirror, her fingers touching the reflection of his. "Lucius," she whispered. Her throat tightened and she blinked back tears. "I-I. I miss...."

"I know." He leaned forward and rested his forehead against the mirror surface and she copied, wishing she could feel the heat of him beside her, hold him in her arms and feel safe again. Lucius exhaled and she imagined she could feel his breath on her neck. "Soon, Cissa," he said. "I miss you. I love you."

Narcissa's breath caught and she gave a quiet, almost sobbing laugh. She lifted her head and blew him a kiss, watching the image of him shimmer with the firelight. He kept his eyes on hers until he faded completely and she stared at her own reflection. Brushing her fingers across her cheek, she nodded. "Soon, my love. Come home soon."