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acquiescenceAh I've finally managed to finish one of the many fics I've been working on for who knows how long. I've still got so many to do, but I've been good and not accepted any new fic challenges recently no matter how much I wanted to. So yay me :D
Title: Excitement
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Pairing: Narcissa/Hermione
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
A/N: This is my first femmeslash and well yeah I'm a little wibbly about it. This is forinell's Girl's Just Wanna Have Fun Challenge. So ... don't be too mean cause I know it's not that good.
Word Count: 1357
The tall witch strode down the hall with a purposeful stride. Her heel’s resounding click clack followed her as she walked, announcing her comings and goings throughout the manor.
Narcissa was muttering to herself as she walked down the hall. She didn’t understand the strange attraction her husband seemed to have for the mudblood they’d been given by the Dark Lord. She was just a child, and not even a particularly good looking child. Yet, Lucius couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of her.
He went to her again and again late at night when he thought his wife would be caught in the haze of sleep. She wasn’t of course; she lay awake night after night – waiting. Tonight though, she would go to this girl and see what it was about her that made her so desirable to her husband.
She pushed open the door to the girl’s room and sneered when she saw her curled on the small cot they had afforded her reading one of the books Lucius had brought her, no doubt. He really was spoiling the little mudblood.
Hermione put the book down and sat up on the cot looking at the tall blonde witch standing in the door way to the dim room. Hermione had grown accustomed to her place in the Malfoy home. She really was lucky to have been given to Lucius. Things could have been so much worse for her. Mr. Malfoy had insisted from the moment she entered their home that she would not be harmed; she was a mudblood but she was his possession, and if there was one thing Lucius insisted upon, it was that his possessions remain unharmed.
In all her stay with the Malfoy family had been almost pleasant. Yes, she was a slave and Mr. Malfoy used her often, but he was almost kind when he was with her. It was strange. But she was fortunate – she had heard stories of other girls who had been made slaves as well. Those girls who were half-blood, like herself, and those who had chosen to stand by Potter and fight. In the end Harry had fallen and the Dark Lord was victorious.
So she really was lucky. It could have been so much worse.
“Do you like it here, girl?” Narcissa sneered as the girl suddenly sat up when she entered the small room.
Hermione nodded slowly; she shifted uncomfortably on the small cot.
“Follow me, then.” Narcissa turned on her heel and left the room. If she was going to do this then she would be comfortable while doing it.
Hermione was bewildered but rose quickly from her cot and followed Narcissa out into the hallway. The tall witch took long quick strides and Hermione almost had to run to keep up with her.
She was curious and scared at the same time. Despite her rising emotions she kept her mouth shut. She had learned early on it made things easier to just remain quiet.
Narcissa lead Hermione into one of the many large bedrooms that filled the Malfoy Manor. She waved her wand and lit a fire which made the dark room glow an eerie red-orange.
She sat in the large wingback chair that sat near the fireplace. Hermione stood in front of her.
“I suppose you’re wondering what you’re doing here.” Narcissa didn’t expect a response. “You must really think you’re a clever little girl. If you get in good with my husband maybe you’ll get out of this? Hmm?” Narcissa arched an eyebrow at the girl in front of her when she looked like she wanted to say something.
“The brightest witch of your age is what they called you and look at you now. Nothing but a mudblood slave who is used by my husband and son when there is no one else”
“What is it that is so special about you girl? What about you continually entices my husband to your bed?”
Narcissa stood and walked slowly around Hermione; she looked her up and down. Narcissa waved her wand once more and Hermione’s clothes fell to the floor around her feet. She inspected Hermione’s soft round curves, the swell of her breasts, the shape of her hips, and the arch of her back.
Narcissa stood in front of the Hermione. Slowly her hands came up to cup Hermione’s breasts. She hefted the weight in her hands and squeezed them none too gently.
Hermione bit her lower lip to keep from protesting or making any noise as Narcissa continued to inspect her body. Pinching, poking, and prodding her exposed body. She held her head high as Narcissa looked over her body.
Narcissa finally satisfied with her inspection of the girl returned to her chair by the fire. She watched as the red-orange glow of the fire played shadows over Hermione’s body. She was not thin and tall like Narcissa, but she had to admit the girl was beautiful in a natural way – even if she was a mudblood.
“Now that I have seen the body that continually beckons to my husband I would like to experience some of the charms that body holds.”
Narcissa pulled up the hem of her dress around her waist. She spread her legs wide – all while holding Hermione’s eyes.
Hermione was shocked; she never expected this from the tall blonde. Not only that, but she’d never done anything with another woman before. It was easy enough to let her mind go into auto-pilot with Lucius. She had done those things before … before all this.
But with Narcissa she wouldn’t be able to do that. She would have to experience it. She couldn’t retreat into her mind and pretend she was somewhere else.
Narcissa grew impatient with the girl’s hesitance.
“Did you hear me girl, or do I need to repeat myself.” Her tone held a hint of warning.
Hermione knew that tone all too well from her first few weeks as a slave. She new there was never a threat made with out the ability to back it up.
Hermione covered the space between them slowly and knelt between Narcissa’s wide spread legs. Narcissa wasn’t wearing knickers and Hermione was face to face with her crotch. With each nervous breath she inhaled Narcissa’s musky scent.
Leaning forward Hermione tentatively flicked her tongue over Narcissa’s wet lips. The taste wasn’t all together unpleasant, though completely different from Lucius. Narcissa hissed softly at the contact and arched her hips up while pushing Hermione against her.
Her nose crushed against Narcissa’s clit Hermione continues to run her tongue up and down Narcissa’s slit. Narcissa arches her hips up grinding her clit against Hermione’s nose. Hermione continues to move her tongue in a constant lapping motion over Narcissa’s slit.
Narcissa moaned throatily driving her hips up towards Hermione’s face again and again. The younger witch slowly pushed her tongue into Narcissa, who groaned appreciatively. Hermione began moving her tongue in and out slowly matching the continual movements of Narcissa’s hips. Her tongue pushing in and out of Narcissa with each arch of her hips.
Narcissa’s body was wound tighter and tighter with each thrust of Hermione’s tongue. She cried out no longer worrying if Lucius heard. She gripped Hermione’s hair painfully tight and held her between her legs. Suddenly arching her back up from the chair and moaning deeply Narcissa gave a shuddering gasp of release.
She held Hermione against herself for several minutes after her release slowly coming down from the rush before she had to push the girl away.
“Mmm, well now I see why my husband continues to come back to you,” Narcissa breathed.
She let her fingers slip through the messy tendrils of Hermione’s hair and looked at her through hooded eyes.
“Yes I will definitely have to continue my investigation of all your talents, my dear.”
Hermione panted, catching her breath after being held against Narcissa for so long. At hearing that Narcissa would come for her again and strange new feeling filled her. It was not like the emotions that Lucius evoked in her, this was something completely new.
Excitement.
Title: Excitement
Author:
acquiescence_Pairing: Narcissa/Hermione
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
A/N: This is my first femmeslash and well yeah I'm a little wibbly about it. This is for
inell's Girl's Just Wanna Have Fun Challenge. So ... don't be too mean cause I know it's not that good. Word Count: 1357
The tall witch strode down the hall with a purposeful stride. Her heel’s resounding click clack followed her as she walked, announcing her comings and goings throughout the manor.
Narcissa was muttering to herself as she walked down the hall. She didn’t understand the strange attraction her husband seemed to have for the mudblood they’d been given by the Dark Lord. She was just a child, and not even a particularly good looking child. Yet, Lucius couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of her.
He went to her again and again late at night when he thought his wife would be caught in the haze of sleep. She wasn’t of course; she lay awake night after night – waiting. Tonight though, she would go to this girl and see what it was about her that made her so desirable to her husband.
She pushed open the door to the girl’s room and sneered when she saw her curled on the small cot they had afforded her reading one of the books Lucius had brought her, no doubt. He really was spoiling the little mudblood.
Hermione put the book down and sat up on the cot looking at the tall blonde witch standing in the door way to the dim room. Hermione had grown accustomed to her place in the Malfoy home. She really was lucky to have been given to Lucius. Things could have been so much worse for her. Mr. Malfoy had insisted from the moment she entered their home that she would not be harmed; she was a mudblood but she was his possession, and if there was one thing Lucius insisted upon, it was that his possessions remain unharmed.
In all her stay with the Malfoy family had been almost pleasant. Yes, she was a slave and Mr. Malfoy used her often, but he was almost kind when he was with her. It was strange. But she was fortunate – she had heard stories of other girls who had been made slaves as well. Those girls who were half-blood, like herself, and those who had chosen to stand by Potter and fight. In the end Harry had fallen and the Dark Lord was victorious.
So she really was lucky. It could have been so much worse.
“Do you like it here, girl?” Narcissa sneered as the girl suddenly sat up when she entered the small room.
Hermione nodded slowly; she shifted uncomfortably on the small cot.
“Follow me, then.” Narcissa turned on her heel and left the room. If she was going to do this then she would be comfortable while doing it.
Hermione was bewildered but rose quickly from her cot and followed Narcissa out into the hallway. The tall witch took long quick strides and Hermione almost had to run to keep up with her.
She was curious and scared at the same time. Despite her rising emotions she kept her mouth shut. She had learned early on it made things easier to just remain quiet.
Narcissa lead Hermione into one of the many large bedrooms that filled the Malfoy Manor. She waved her wand and lit a fire which made the dark room glow an eerie red-orange.
She sat in the large wingback chair that sat near the fireplace. Hermione stood in front of her.
“I suppose you’re wondering what you’re doing here.” Narcissa didn’t expect a response. “You must really think you’re a clever little girl. If you get in good with my husband maybe you’ll get out of this? Hmm?” Narcissa arched an eyebrow at the girl in front of her when she looked like she wanted to say something.
“The brightest witch of your age is what they called you and look at you now. Nothing but a mudblood slave who is used by my husband and son when there is no one else”
“What is it that is so special about you girl? What about you continually entices my husband to your bed?”
Narcissa stood and walked slowly around Hermione; she looked her up and down. Narcissa waved her wand once more and Hermione’s clothes fell to the floor around her feet. She inspected Hermione’s soft round curves, the swell of her breasts, the shape of her hips, and the arch of her back.
Narcissa stood in front of the Hermione. Slowly her hands came up to cup Hermione’s breasts. She hefted the weight in her hands and squeezed them none too gently.
Hermione bit her lower lip to keep from protesting or making any noise as Narcissa continued to inspect her body. Pinching, poking, and prodding her exposed body. She held her head high as Narcissa looked over her body.
Narcissa finally satisfied with her inspection of the girl returned to her chair by the fire. She watched as the red-orange glow of the fire played shadows over Hermione’s body. She was not thin and tall like Narcissa, but she had to admit the girl was beautiful in a natural way – even if she was a mudblood.
“Now that I have seen the body that continually beckons to my husband I would like to experience some of the charms that body holds.”
Narcissa pulled up the hem of her dress around her waist. She spread her legs wide – all while holding Hermione’s eyes.
Hermione was shocked; she never expected this from the tall blonde. Not only that, but she’d never done anything with another woman before. It was easy enough to let her mind go into auto-pilot with Lucius. She had done those things before … before all this.
But with Narcissa she wouldn’t be able to do that. She would have to experience it. She couldn’t retreat into her mind and pretend she was somewhere else.
Narcissa grew impatient with the girl’s hesitance.
“Did you hear me girl, or do I need to repeat myself.” Her tone held a hint of warning.
Hermione knew that tone all too well from her first few weeks as a slave. She new there was never a threat made with out the ability to back it up.
Hermione covered the space between them slowly and knelt between Narcissa’s wide spread legs. Narcissa wasn’t wearing knickers and Hermione was face to face with her crotch. With each nervous breath she inhaled Narcissa’s musky scent.
Leaning forward Hermione tentatively flicked her tongue over Narcissa’s wet lips. The taste wasn’t all together unpleasant, though completely different from Lucius. Narcissa hissed softly at the contact and arched her hips up while pushing Hermione against her.
Her nose crushed against Narcissa’s clit Hermione continues to run her tongue up and down Narcissa’s slit. Narcissa arches her hips up grinding her clit against Hermione’s nose. Hermione continues to move her tongue in a constant lapping motion over Narcissa’s slit.
Narcissa moaned throatily driving her hips up towards Hermione’s face again and again. The younger witch slowly pushed her tongue into Narcissa, who groaned appreciatively. Hermione began moving her tongue in and out slowly matching the continual movements of Narcissa’s hips. Her tongue pushing in and out of Narcissa with each arch of her hips.
Narcissa’s body was wound tighter and tighter with each thrust of Hermione’s tongue. She cried out no longer worrying if Lucius heard. She gripped Hermione’s hair painfully tight and held her between her legs. Suddenly arching her back up from the chair and moaning deeply Narcissa gave a shuddering gasp of release.
She held Hermione against herself for several minutes after her release slowly coming down from the rush before she had to push the girl away.
“Mmm, well now I see why my husband continues to come back to you,” Narcissa breathed.
She let her fingers slip through the messy tendrils of Hermione’s hair and looked at her through hooded eyes.
“Yes I will definitely have to continue my investigation of all your talents, my dear.”
Hermione panted, catching her breath after being held against Narcissa for so long. At hearing that Narcissa would come for her again and strange new feeling filled her. It was not like the emotions that Lucius evoked in her, this was something completely new.
Excitement.
