lucius-malfoyus
“Don’t pretend you don’t love teasing me, making my cock twitch for you. You love it when you tease me and push me to my limit until I destroy you and fucking break you. Don’t be coy, we’re both as guilty as the other as you well know.” He smirked, biting her shoulder once more, harder this time, making sure he left a mark. “Mmm, bed indeed.” He said casually, reluctantly he pulled out of her and stood from the bed, stretching and rolling his neck. He cast a spell on them both cleaning them and dressing them both in their night garments. Then he crawled back up the bed towards her, he gripped her hip roughly and manhandled her up the bed until she was laid on her pillow. Grinning Lucius dipped down and kissed her hungrily, making sure to suck and bite her lower lip fleetingly. Just as quickly as he began he was finished, tucking her into the blankets and then lying himself down on his own pillow. “Goodnight then my love.” He said, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly in his grasp against his chest as he did every night, a smug grin plastered across his face.
Her lip was between her teeth as he spoke, her eyes sliding shut as he bit her. She twitched, her grip on his hair pulling harder as she squirmed. He was not playing fair, she knew he was only building her up. A grunt escaped Bella’s lips as he pulled out of her, and her head rested on her hand she watched him. Her sigh was pointed as he stretched in front of her, catching every movement he made. Bella laid still as he cleaned and dressed her magically, her hands feeling the texture of the silky sleeves for a moment before he caught her off-guard. “Lucius!” she exclaimed, a small whine in her tone as she settled once more. Though it didn’t last very long since he kissed her almost immediately after. She groaned into his mouth, then pouted as he pulled away. “Goodnight, bad bad man…” she retorted, a small smirk on her lips as he held her. His constricting hold soothed her, though it took a while before she relaxed enough to be able to sleep
She growled at him as he resumed using her, feeling the throbbing between her legs grow harder with each passing minute. Bella blinked up at him each time she gagged on him, as if she didn’t know what the bottom half of her face was being put through. He knew what to say to make her groan around his cock. Each of the images he painted for her had her eyes rolling to the back of her head with how hard it made her clench between her legs. She managed to nod, eager for tonight already, even in the middle of it still longing for him to make her his. Her efforts doubled, even working harder than the hand in her hair, bobbing her head even as he bottomed out in her throat. She lived for the look on his face when she took him by surprise, when she managed to shock him with how desperate she was for him. Bella needed to show him how deeply she wanted him, how much she needs him. She groaned once more around him, making sure he’d feel it.
Lucius growled lowly, a long drawn out growl as she began working him harder. It never ceased to amaze him just how desperately she would service him, it filled him with both joy and lust simultaneously. His eyes darkened as he watched her, his hold on her hair tightening as she began to push him closer to his edge. “Oh fuck yes, that’s it, service your Daddy. Fucking make me come down your throat, fucking suck my cock dry. I want you to fucking pump me down your throat until nothing is left. Let’s see if you can break Daddy’s resolve and get your reward hmm? Show me how badly you want my cum.” He challenged her, raising his eyebrow at her as he continued to watch her intently.
She was sure he could see how hard her hips twitched as she continued sucking him off. Bella could only hum in agreement and nod her head desperately as he spoke, growling hard each time she held herself down as deep as she could go. One of her hands went to his balls, massaging them and squeezing them as she continued on him. She narrowed her eyes at him, making sure that he wouldn’t dare look away as she moved slowly, sucking on his cock as hard as possible with every upstroke, making sure he felt every tiny movement of her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, lapping at what wouldn’t fit in her mouth. Bella picked up her pace, sure to catch him without warning each time she went faster. Soon she was properly fucking him with her face, grunting and groaning around him, her ass in the air as it begged him to use her.
Her enthusiasm only encouraged him to be even rougher with her, not that he needed much encouragement to begin with! His grip on her hair was unrelenting as he thrust his hips upwards, making sure to get as far down the back of her throat as was possible. He grunted deeply, harsh noises leaving his mouth as he lost himself to her. His eyes watched her closely, raking over her body and then back to her face, barely blinking as he didn’t want to miss a second of the show she was so expertly providing.
Bella grunted around him, her nails creating even harder gashes down his thighs. She blinked up at him, groaning loudly as their eyes met. Her hips twitched, silently begging him with her eyes to come in her mouth. Bella whimpered, her head bobbing up and down as hard and fast as possible even despite his grip. She needed him, in every way possible. She needed to break his resolve, he needed her own release. It was driving her mad.
His legs twitched as her nails assaulted him, he growled deeply, licking his lips as the pain only added to his ever growing arousal. His self control was a curse sometimes, he wished he could just give in, just let go, get lost to the high he so craved, but he couldn’t. This cliff edge that he found himself on was so very intoxicating, maddeningly arousing, and he wanted to walk along the tightrope across the cliff for as long as he could manage. Torturing her in this way was also maddeningly arousing and he wanted to continue that for as long as he could physically manage. To see how desperate she was, to feel how desperate she was, it was delightful beyond a way which words could describe.
Bella rubbed her thighs together, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, she needed him to use her. She needed him to grip her hair and slam into her once more, she was going to lose her mind if he didn’t soon. Her nails dug in deeper, wanting to feel him twitch for her once more. Bella lived for all his reactions to her, to see just how badly he wants her. She’ll never get enough. Her efforts didn’t waver, begging him as she groaned and whimpered around his cock, blinking innocently up at him.
“Oh fuck I love having you like this; watching you choke on my cock: making you take it all.” He growled lowly. “I should keep you like this until you pass out. Then fuck the back of your throat until I squirt my thick sticky load down the back of your throat. You’d like that though wouldn’t you? You dirty little slut, you’d like me using you like the fuck toy you are for me, even after you pass out, wouldn’t you hmm?” He grunted, his eyes boring into hers.
His words kept making Bellatrix roll her eyes shut while she shuddered. A long, loud, drawn out groan left her mouth. She was sure he could feel it. Bella nodded, groaning out “mmhmm” as their eyes met once more, in response to his questions. She didn’t let up her motions on him, she couldn’t now. But she did manage to gain enough concentration to do something she very rarely does. she projected her voice into his mind, knowing he was too far gone to do any sort of Occlumency, not that he’d need to be in the first place.“Daddy please, pretty please you’ve got me desperate and dripping for you, i need your thick hard cock ramming into me again, please use All of me, use your little toy in every way. I need it”
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he heard her voice deep inside his mind. The way she moaned for him, it was one thing to hear it externally: but this, deep inside his mind was something else. It was all encompassing, totally and utterly overwhelming. He gasped and grunted as he fell undone around her: his fists tightening on her hair as he roughly fucked her face, forcing her to take all of him whilst he rode out his high. He couldn’t think, all he knew was that he needed to keep forcing her deeper and deeper - riding the high for as long as he physically could. He couldn’t speak, just grunts, growls and groans left his lips as he became completely and utterly lost in his release.
Bella gagged on him, her own eyes rolling into the back of her head as he came for her. The sight of him had shudders of pleasure ripping down her body, she could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs. She growled for him, her need for him making her twitch between her legs. It took all of her to not rub her clit as she watched him. She instead dug her nails into his flesh, adding more scratches onto his thighs, using whatever composure she had left to continue speaking to him in his mind “just like that Daddy, I love watching you like this, I love it when you moan for me, when you fuck my face like that, my cunt is so wet and sticky for you Daddy, I need you ramming into it, it needs your cock to wreck it daddy please… I need more”
This projecting herself into his mind business was going to be the death of him, perhaps of her as well, it was too much, so enticing, so overwhelming. He could hardly be held responsible for his next actions.
He groaned loudly as he heard her filthy thoughts once more. Mere seconds later he’d ripped himself out of her, picked her up and forced her onto all fours. Before she could react, he was inside her, slamming into her roughly, riding out his release and simultaneously building his next.
She gasped as he left her mouth, taking the precious second between this and what he’d do next to breathe as much as possible. She grinned at him madly, her eyes full of evil anticipation. Bella would definitely have to do that more often-she loved how wild it had made him.
Her limbs moved as he wanted, she’d learned long ago that it was best simply let him manhandle her how he wanted. Bella screamed, only able to gasp and cry out for him as he fucked her from behind, “Yes! Fuck—Daddy—its…fuck…” was all she could say, the previous concentration shed had now impossible. All she could feel is her own quickly approaching release.
He could watch her like fall apart for him like this for eternity, in fact, he rather planned upon it. She was so intoxicating when she was lost to him like this. Having such power over her, having her completely at his mercy, so unable to think upon anything but him was maddeningly delightful. He often wondered if he’d lose himself to madness as the enjoyment of it all overtook him.
It was as if the entire world just ceased to exist and it was just him and her, here, lost in this entanglement of each other, their pleasure completely and utterly interwoven and inseparable.
“Yes, take it, take it for Daddy, look at you, such a desperate little slut.” Lucius groaned, as he began to spank her hard, his hand sure to cause handprints as he continued to work against her. His thrusts were unrelenting: he was purely feral in this moment: just completely lost in their tryst.
She could only grunt as he spoke, her knuckles going white as she gripped the sheet. Bella couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, nothing mattered but Lucius and her. Nothing else existed. Nothing except his approaching release, and indeed her own. It would scare her in the beginning, how deeply entranced he made her when they were like this. Now though, it only spurred her further, to get him to lose his resolve, to have him need her like this, use her like this.
“D-daddy—please—I—close—please—” her speech was slurred, her eyes rolling into the back of her head; unsure if she could even form a better phrase that that, and not caring—not as long as he understood how desperate she was for her release “Please—w-w-ith…y-you” she managed, her body shaking as she awaited his next move.
I hate to be the one to tell you that he definitely makes her wait and edges her because she was bad yesterday and wasn’t supposed to move and did THREE times and he still let her come. So this time he’s like nah!! So let’s just assume he doesn’t let her come and then he loves on her and gives her appropriate after care and then either dresses her or doesn’t mine is vague so you can decide for her Anyway I absolutely must time skip this. So time slippity skip skip.
BREAKING POINT:
He kissed Bella softly, deeply, and excused himself with measured calm.
In the solitude of his study, he stood before the mirror far longer than necessary, studying the man reflected back at him.
There would be no cracks. No visible fractures. Once satisfied, robes immaculate, hair bound flawlessly, cuffs aligned to perfection, he allowed the mask to settle fully into place. The silence of the study pressed in around him.
Lucius paced before the hearth, hands clasped tightly behind his back. His face was cold, void of emotion, the sharp rhythm of his steps the only betrayal of his unrest.
He had devoted his entire life to safeguarding the honour of the Malfoy name, a lineage older than most dared trace. Generations of calculated alliances, of discipline and sacrifice, of careful cultivation. Now he found himself preparing to receive a stranger, who might, by his daughter’s careless choosing, threaten to tether herself to it.
A girl she would not name. A girl she had risked everything to conceal.
Chaos had always clung to Esmerelda like perfume. No, not clung. She chased it. She pursued it with reckless defiance, she invited it. She wore it like a challenge to every expectation laid at her feet. So why should this be any different?
Perhaps she did not comprehend what was at stake. Or worse, perhaps she did and simply did not care.
It was not merely the meeting that unsettled him. Although he would certainly scrutinise every word, every gesture, every hesitation, it was the secrecy. Whispers and evasions had replaced honesty beneath his own roof. What else had she withheld? What other fractures ran unseen through the foundation of his family? (Wait till he finds out about Phoebus omfg) That, more than anything, felt like betrayal.
If this young woman intended to cross the threshold of Malfoy Manor, she would need to understand precisely what she stepped into. Discipline, honour, sacrifice, control honed to a razor’s edge over centuries.
The Malfoys did not simply allow anyone to entwine with their bloodline. She would require the proper standing, the right bearing, the right breeding: the correct heritage. She would need an innate understanding of what it meant to belong. Anything less would threaten to erode what generations had protected, fortified, preserved with unrelenting vigilance.
Still, his thoughts refused cohesion. They scattered, darkened, coiled around possibilities he did not wish to examine too closely. Cold, practical solutions that rose unbidden. He recoiled from the ease with which they formed. The weight of this new reality seeped steadily into his veins, heavy and unwelcome.
Yet, beneath it all, beneath indignation, expectation, and wounded pride, lay something far more destabilising: hurt.
The quiet, unwelcome ache of a father who had just realised his daughter no longer trusted him. That she had hidden something so fundamental, so defining, cut deeper than scandal ever could.
