Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: ldymusyc
From: A Wondrous Watcher: snapesgirl

Title: Mating Games
Characters/Pairings: Lucius/Narcissa
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: Body worship: Mussed hair
Other Warnings: AU, I made her a bit younger.
Word Count: 2907
Summary/Description: From the first time she saw him, Narcissa has had an absolute adoration for Lucius’ hair.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to my beta readers and to my cheerleaders. This was a fun one to write and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed working on it.



Narcissa kept a journal for years, despite Bellatrix destroying her first one. It still amused Narcissa that her sister thought the silly thing was protected by Dark Arts and incinerated the inoffensive book when all she had to do was stroke the spine.

This practice came into being the year Andromeda left the family. Narcissa’s oldest sister had the bad taste to go against tradition, snub her arranged marriage, then run off with a Mudblood of all things. The scandal had been horrendous. Narcissa’s mother retired to her chambers with an attack of vapors that lasted for months. At the time, Narcissa believed her mother actually was locked up after attempting to kill her spouse.

Father took a lot of abuse over the years. Being held responsible for Andromeda’s defection was one thing he would not stand.

All the turmoil meant a young, confused girl had no where to go with her concerns and fears. She could have confided in Bellatrix. That, however, would have been like talking with a portrait. One can tell them things. One cannot expect them to keep your secrets.

Besides, her sister was crazy. Not bug-nuts crazy like cousin Walburga, just sinister crazy as in practicing the Cruciatus Curse on anything that offended her. Pain was a great motivator in keeping unpopular opinions to oneself.

Narcissa envied Andromeda. She wished she were brave enough to break free from duty and do as she wished. Not that allowing a filthy Mudblood to touch her was on her list of desires. No, Narcissa wanted to make her own decisions.

Sitting at her escritoire, Narcissa pulled the current journal out of its protective box. Anyone who looked in her dressing room would see a small vanity table with jewels scattered on it. They never would suspect this was her place to secretly write out her thoughts and feelings. She dipped a quill into the silver inkwell and began to write.

Day after day of the same. We keep trying to have a child and so far no results. Lucius begins to look askance at me. It is as if he thinks me at fault. The midwife has assured me I am not barren. My spouse however, refuses to be tested. A Malfoy is perfection after all, so he cannot be at fault.

Perhaps I should have accepted my lot and bowed to Father’s wishes. Being the sixth wife of old Henri may not have been so onerous. Granted, I would still be expected to play brood mare. If the child were not to look exactly like his father’s family, none would hold me to blame.

Sighing softly, Narcissa cleaned the quill and tucked it away. She carefully stored her ink bottle. After making sure the journal page was dry, Narcissa placed the book back in its protective case. There was to be a small reception this evening followed by her having to take yet another fertility potion and being mounted by her husband.

Duty can go shag itself. This thought was followed by a quick wish for a child. Narcissa was willing at this point to accept a lover if it meant being bred. Her biggest frustration was how that sow of a blood traitor Prewitt could spawn so many offspring while Narcissa did not have a child of her own.

Who would be brave enough to put the cuckold’s horns on Lucius? His friends would not. My cousin dares not, and I seriously doubt my sister would share her husband with me. Closing her eyes, she visualized Rodolphus Lestrange and shivered. He had a look of danger to him. Bellatrix could keep him, with Narcissa’s blessing.

She dressed in her second finest robes. There was no reason to be fully formal when the guests were all associates of Lucius from his little ‘club’. Narcissa shuddered at the thought of one guest in particular. The man was up to his almost slit nostrils in Dark Arts and as a result looked more serpent than human. She loathed how he dominated every gathering and acted as if he were the owner of this manor.

Exiting her dressing room, she froze then glowered at an intruder in her private chambers.

“Snape, what are you doing here?”

“I thought to spare Milady from taking the latest potion publicly.” He offered a small vial to her.

She accepted it, tested the contents with a bit of wandless magic and drank it down with a shudder. “How long will it work?”

“You will know the time you are most fertile. I highly recommend you feel compelled to do what is necessary with your true mate.”

“Are you saying I will lose all control and be like a bitch in heat in front of our guests?” She fought down rising anger. Not her true love, but her true mate. What sort of horrible surprise had Snape concocted for her?

“No, I am saying you should find your true mate to be most appealing and want to shag with him or her when you know you are at peak fertility. I suggest you discreetly make your way to a less public setting and do what comes naturally.”

“I do not find women to be sexually appealing.” She huffed. It was easier to take exception to this part of Snape’s words than the idea of being out of control. Really, it would make her life simpler if she had the excuse of a potion making her want to rut like a wild thing instead of reality.

“That is a relief since mating with another female would not achieve your goal.”

“How do I pass off someone else’s child as Lucius’ should I become impregnated by another?” Narcissa often wondered how infidelity worked. It seemed to be the norm among their set. She could not fathom being willing to bed anyone other than Lucius.

“There are concealment charms should they be necessary. Really, Narcissa, you worry too much. You and Lucius are related, however distantly; any offspring will bear a resemblance to him.”

She brushed past the man and left her room. Pausing in the corridor, she turned to look at him. “Coming, or do you wish to be alone with my knickers?”

His look of disdain as he left in a swirl of robes was rewarding. Snape was such a drama queen. Her cousin once said the young man could make an opera out of anything.

Pity Sirius turned out to be cut from the same cloth as Andromeda. Narcissa missed him. Sirius Black was her age, and had been quite a character when they were little. She’d adored some of his pranks. At least the ones that were not pulled on her. His being Sorted into the wrong House had been almost as bad as the day Andromeda married that Hufflepuff.

“Ah, there you are, my darling. I was beginning to worry.” Lucius greeted her with his usual courtesy.

She smiled up at him while resting her hand on his muscular forearm. Somehow, she managed to not stick out her tongue at him or muss up his hair. He was pleasing to look at. It was just that he was so accursedly perfect. There were times when she had childish urges to spill something on his robes, or create a breeze so those silver locks were in disarray.

There was the usual bit of warmth down low in her belly at the thought of Lucius Malfoy with messy hair. His hair was her undoing. If her husband only knew the slutty thoughts she had about him. She shielded her little fantasy from everyone in the room and allowed her mind to go back to his final year at Hogwarts.

Slytherin had won the Quidditch cup and they were celebrating in their Common Room. Everyone still wore their cloaks over their dripping robes. The team were in their Quidditch uniforms and accepting praises as if they were conquering heroes.

Narcissa paused in a corner to dry her sodden hem and check her hair. She wanted to look nice, just in case one of the older males noticed her. Instead of being noticed, she noticed him. Lucius Malfoy with damp hair that was wind tossed. Her reaction had been instantaneous. Narcissa thought she might combust. It took a lot of concentration to slip out of the room unnoticed and make her way to her bed. She closed the curtains while ripping off clothing and had a nice bit of diddling herself while fantasizing about being caressed with those flaxen locks.

If she kept this up, she was going to need to change her panties. Snape told her she’d be driven to shag her mate. On the plus side, it appeared she was married to the correct person. All she needed to do was get rid of his cronies and convince Lucius to…what? How did a lady explain her secret fetish to her husband? Better still, how was the subject of kinky desires brought up? Her thoughts came to a screeching halt as she recalled exactly what Snape had said. The bastard gave her a simple potion to know when she was fertile, not something that would turn her into an animal.

Lucius and Narcissa had been betrothed not long after her fourteenth birthday. Technically, they had been married now for six long years, most of which had been spent being celibate while she completed her education. Perhaps this was the reason she wanted so desperately to be naked with her spouse. She experienced a moment of titillation at the idea of slipping into another room and being caught by one of their guests as her husband rode her into a screaming orgasm.

She gently squeezed his arm to gain Lucius’ attention. When he leaned over, she whispered; “I am fertile right now. Either get rid of everyone or meet me in the tea room.”

“Tea room in five minutes.” His soft reply made her smother a grin.

Narcissa took her time leaving the gathering. Her exit went unnoticed. She swiftly made her way to the opposite side of the Manor. While she liked the excitement of possibly being caught, she wanted this mating to be unobserved and most of all, fruitful.

Drawing the drapes with a flick of her wrist, Narcissa turned to examine the room. Sex on the table was not acceptable. Today, she needed comfort, and to play with his hair. She transfigured the table into a day bed, then undressed.

“Maybe I should have powdered them,” she mused while looking at her bosom. “No, a good snowfall does not make Switzerland look any larger.” She reclined on the bed, striking a seductive pose.

Lucius entered and raised one eyebrow when he saw her. He closed the door and then warded it. “I take it you are not wanting hard and fast.”

“Dearest husband, we have done things your way and not managed to make an heir. This time, we do it my way. Undress fully. Take your time.”

Lucius smirked at her. He did as she requested, slowly removing every stitch of clothing. The show was very arousing to watch. His cock stood up firm and high as if happy to see her when he finally removed his boxers.

“What way do you want to do things?” He stalked over to the bed.

“I want slow seduction. I want to feel your hair brushing my nipples. I need to have you worship me like a goddess and ride me like a whore.”

“Really?” He knelt straddling her body. “Tell me more about this fantasy.”  Bending over, he let his long hair caress her chest.

Narcissa moaned and arched her back. She reached up and tangled her fingers in the silky strands. Without realizing it, Narcissa spoke her secret desires as she gathered his hair into a tail and flicked her left nipple with it.

“Allow me,” he whispered. Lucius took the gathered hair from her. He fanned out the strands then used this improvised brush to stroke and fondle her right nipple, then her left, followed by her collar bones.

She writhed and purred, making him chuckle once more. His fingers softly caressed her ribs. Lucius made sure to trail his hair along the curve of her hip and down the outside of her thigh.

He inhaled her scent, making her breath hitch in anticipation. She gave him a pout when he tapped her flank and bade her to roll over. Any objections died the moment he allowed his hair to slide down her spine. This was followed by his tongue exploring the dimple at the base of her spine then behind her knees. When he nibbled on her buttocks, she sobbed in frustration.

“What do you want, Precious? Do you want me in you?”

“Not yet, want, no need to feel you.” She looked over her shoulder and tried to reach back. Lucius seemed to understand. He moved, allowing her to roll over and fondle his hair.

When he settled between her legs and began to lick and kiss her clit, she decided this was bliss. Her fingers carded silky strands, moving them over her thighs and lower belly. Lucius rubbed his cheek against her inner thigh and she moaned at the feel of stubble and soft hair on her leg.

Spreading her legs wider, she tugged on his hair. Lucius didn’t reproach her for the lewd behavior. Instead, he obeyed the silent command. Each touch, every stroke and flick of the tongue was a revelation. This was something they had yet to try and Narcissa discovered she liked what Lucius was doing.

Tension built low in her body. Narcissa writhed and moaned. She curled her toes, digging them into the daybed. Strong hands cupped her bum, holding her still while her husband continued to do wicked things to her. Crying out, she trembled all over as she experienced an orgasm.

“Look at me.” Lucius whispered while raising her legs. He lipped at her right calf and turned his head to nibble the left one. “No, Lover, look at my cock. I want you to watch me enter you.”

Narcissa’s eyes were huge. They’d always had relations in the dark. He would do his business then leave her in her big bed. The sight of him entering her made her muscles clench. He grunted and eased out then back in a bit deeper. She watched in fascination as Lucius slowly teased her. Eventually he was balls deep in her sheath and held still. There was a look of satisfaction on his face.

“Bellatrix said you were raised to not take pleasure in coitus.”

“My sister is a lying sack of dragon dung.” Narcissa reached out and touched his hand.  “I’ve read books.  They never prepared me for this.”

He gave her a wicked little grin and lightly ran one finger over her clit. His prick became visible as he eased out then slid back in.

“Wanted you like this for some time.” He panted as he continued to move. “Legs wide and over my shoulders.”

Narcissa moaned and begged him for more.

“Really? Harder, faster?”

She whimpered. While she had read trashy novels, Narcissa was not able to say what it was she wanted at this moment. Her body was tense and he looked so beautiful. She wanted another orgasm, or three.

Lucius did something with his finger and leaned over, bending her in half. Narcissa didn’t complain. She loved feeling his weight; the pounding rhythm he set was incredible. It was difficult to move with him but oh so worth it. The tension in her body built up again and this time, she yelled his name while clawing at his arms.

Narcissa felt Lucius move faster then grow still. She could feel his body spending its seed deep in her belly. There was a rustling sound like the rush of wings. This was followed by the impression of eyes, silvery blue eyes like her husband’s.

Lucius eased off of her. He rested on his side, watching as she cupped her belly. He chuckled when she bent her knees and rocked side to side like a cat.

“That’s it, take my seed all the way in,” he softly encouraged her.

“This time we have a son,” she vowed.

Lucius used a finger to trace a protective rune on her body. He eased off the day bed and cast a cleaning charm on himself.

She watched him get dressed. “So soon?”

“We do still have company, my dearest.”

“What ever did you tell them?”

“I said I had pressing business and would return. The way you were yelling just now, however, will probably have told them what my business was.” He bent over and kissed her. “Rest and when you feel up to it, go to your room. I will join you there later.”

Narcissa watched him leave before she got up and dressed. She decided to forgo cleaning charms and take a soothing shower, or maybe a bath would help her to conceive.

No one accosted her as she made her way to her rooms. Everything was perfection. There were many advantages to having a well trained House-elf. She took a quick shower, then donned a wrapper and sat at her escritoire.

Taking out her journal, she mused on what would be a nice payback for her not very helpful sister. After dipping a quill in ink, Narcissa began to write.