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Cross-posted as usual to malfoy100, where this week's theme was Rivalry
Midnight Mission
Narcissa inched forward. A floorboard creaked.
Oh, how she ached, from the tension, the need, the unaccustomed heaviness…
Yes! This was the door!
But a voice murmured from the darkness. “I believe that belongs to me.”
She shivered as his wand touched her neck.
“You left it too long,” she growled.
His arm circled her swollen belly… but there was nothing she wouldn’t do now. She stabbed her wand backwards: “Stupefy!”
She wrenched the door open. And there it was – the last slice of Florean Fortescue’s Triple-layered Chocolate Ice-cream Cake.
Lucius would not be happy, but pregnancy had its privileges.
Revenge
Narcissa hated to think how she looked, with hair loose and limbs splayed, bound to his bedposts with silken magic. But Lucius was evidently enjoying the view.
She strained towards him as he pulled at her nightrobe, gasped as the ice touched her breasts, moaned as he followed the cold trail with his tongue and bit on nipples already tender from her infant son.
It had been so long…
When he kissed her, she tasted chocolate.
She gave what she hoped was her most alluring wriggle.
“Oh, no,” he smirked. “You have to regain your figure. This one’s all mine.”
Narcissa inched forward. A floorboard creaked.
Oh, how she ached, from the tension, the need, the unaccustomed heaviness…
Yes! This was the door!
But a voice murmured from the darkness. “I believe that belongs to me.”
She shivered as his wand touched her neck.
“You left it too long,” she growled.
His arm circled her swollen belly… but there was nothing she wouldn’t do now. She stabbed her wand backwards: “Stupefy!”
She wrenched the door open. And there it was – the last slice of Florean Fortescue’s Triple-layered Chocolate Ice-cream Cake.
Lucius would not be happy, but pregnancy had its privileges.
Narcissa hated to think how she looked, with hair loose and limbs splayed, bound to his bedposts with silken magic. But Lucius was evidently enjoying the view.
She strained towards him as he pulled at her nightrobe, gasped as the ice touched her breasts, moaned as he followed the cold trail with his tongue and bit on nipples already tender from her infant son.
It had been so long…
When he kissed her, she tasted chocolate.
She gave what she hoped was her most alluring wriggle.
“Oh, no,” he smirked. “You have to regain your figure. This one’s all mine.”
