Chapter 8: Fire or Ice part 2

She hadn't expected him to be fully willing after thinking over all the consequences and benefits. Hadn't expected him to bring the full power of the lordship down on her head.

As Sirius' hand halted her departure before she could step too far away, Narcissa's demeanor shifted subtly in a last attempt to regain her composure, a coy smirk gracing her lips as she turned to face him. Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of dark amusement and challenge, a silent invitation for him to try and unravel her composed facade.

She was clever, oh so clever. He thought, enjoying the sight of her body as she breathed in deeper, composing herself for the last push. But she's not creative enough...

He'd give her this last chance, for his own amusement if nothing else. But she would not walk out of this office without seeing who held the real power in this relationship.

"Sirius," She purred, her voice a tantalizing blend of sultry allure and icy detachment, "It does seem like you're eager to assert your dominance over me... But remember" She cautioned, tilting her head, keeping her chin up high, "Power is not simply seized; it is earned, cultivated, and wielded with finesse."

Perhaps for you... Sirius thought, knowing that the webs of politics and intrigue worked that way - but here, in his home, absolute power did simply seize.

Her words hung in the air, keeping a delicate balance between seduction and defiance. Even now she couldn't help herself, trying to score points, even as she maintained a tantalizing distance from him, just out of reach.

Though her body language exuded an air of sensuality, there was also a palpable chill in the air, a reminder from Narcissa that she wasn't one to be easily swayed - a futile effort considering what she'd entered to achieve.

Sirius' eyes narrowed, a flicker of frustration crossing his features at her choice to continue utilizing a teasing demeanor - while trying to deter him from having control at the same time.

"You say that as if you hold all the cards, Narcissa," He replied, his voice laced with resolve. "But remember, even the most untouchable of queens can be brought to her knees." His dark grin gave no doubt about what he meant.

Narcissa's smirk widened, a playful glint in her eyes that surprised him, as she stepped closer to him, her movements fluid and deliberate, he could see in her eyes that she'd decided to surrender to the moment, to try and find a way into control with her womanly wiles. "Is that a threat, Sirius? Or perhaps a promise?"

There was a moment of charged silence between them, the air thick with anticipation as they circled each other like predators in a game of cat and mouse. And though their words were laced with tension, there was an undeniable undercurrent of attraction that simmered beneath the surface.

A mix of frustration and desire fired through his veins. In Narcissa he had met a woman who could tease and tantalize with the best of them, while remaining as untouchable as the stars themselves.

Except... Not as untouchable anymore.

"It is a vow, Cissy." He promised, pushing forward, eyes hungrily devouring her.

If he was going to take this step, to bind them together like this, then he wouldn't take half measures.

"Vows are very serious, Sirius." Narcissa agreed, a playful tilt to her lips, as she stood still and observed him, as he loomed over her.

Seriously, that's what you go with? He thought, almost reflexively, doing a Sirius - serious joke. She almost threw him straight out of the mood there, the building tension that had come about of their wordplay.

Heh, good attempt, Cissy, just not good enough, he acknowledged, mentally.

"You've vowed to serve, Cissy. So why aren't you on your knees?" He growled out, coming to a stop in front of her, brushing a lock of perfect platinum blonde hair away from her face, before grabbing a fistul of that same hair, pulling it tightly into his hand. "Kneel." He ordered, tugging her down with his hold on her hair.

He stopped pulling, but kept his hand in her hair, as she gracefully sank to her knees, making even that motion seem like a queen deciding she'd prefer to sit that way.

"You're very skilled with words, Cissy, to even get this far - you have the silky smooth tongue of the sirens of ages past, I would even say." His fist tightened in her hair, almost painfully, as her eyes lost none of its aloofness, staring up at him through a half lidded gaze. "Show me." He demanded.

Narcissa still managed to look utterly composed, even as her smooth dainty hands worked at undoing his trousers, his hand still nestled in her hair, not allowing her an inch of movement.

When she pulled down his underwear, his thick hardened cock revealed, he felt a thrill of satisfaction at the minute widening of her eyes the sight brought, and at the tiny flicker of a

tongue against her lower lip as she wet it. Her hand felt incredibly soft against his shaft as she just held his cock, staring at it, her half lidded gaze not as composed any longer.

As she attempted to move forward, his fist in her hair stopped her, drawing a wince from her as her hair got pulled, her silvery gaze turned upwards to him, meeting his, and if he wasn't mistaken there was some irritation hidden in those depths.

"Ask nicely." Sirius said with a haughty smirk, giving her another pull on her hair, jerking her head back and forth a little.

She'd intended to manipulate him, tie him close to her and her goals. Like a common whore, she'd sought to use her cunt for the effort. So she could face the treatment - if she was going to act like it. "Do not keep me waiting, Cissy..." He warned.

Narcissa wet her lips again, her hand trailing up his shaft with two fingers, Sirius enjoying the feeling as her hand reached the head, her thumb rubbing across it for a moment. She looked up at him again, and she was truly a vision for the ages.

A perfectly sculpted face filled his vision, with full rosy lips with a slight wet sheen from how she couldn't stop herself from licking her lips, her half lidded gaze not able to entirely hide desire, even as it warred with other harder to understand emotions. On her knees as she was, her perfect platinum blonde hair pulled up into his hand, he had a perfect view into the valleys of her cleavage, her pale yet perfect skin a tantalizing sight, the small pebbles poking through her robes showing that not all of her desire was a ploy.

"My Lord... Please allow me to serve you." Narcissa said sultry and beguiling, her eyes flickering to his cock, the stiffness of her shoulders managing to betray her. She was definitely not used to being in this position.

Heh, figures Lucius was a bottom... He thought, relaxing his grip on her hair, giving her a slight bit of give. "I'll give you one chance, show me that this alliance is worth the trouble of dealing with you like this woman." He rumbled.

Another woman might have fallen on his cock like she was starved, especially when wanting to prove something - but Narcissa was above all else, a woman of elegance.

Slowly she moved closer to his cock, her fingers still lightly trailing up and down his shaft. Her eyes closed until only a sliver could be seen, as she rubbed the cock up against her face, her nostrils flaring as simply took in his musk, his cock head rubbing up against her lips, trailing across her perfect cheeks.

"My Lord is very gifted..." She mumbled lowly, giving his shaft a tender kiss, her lips lingering, just having a slow taste to all appearances.

Sirius was above all else a man, and he couldn't help the flash of pride at the compliment to his endowment. Yet...

"So far you've still not shown any gift other than that of talking, is this it, Cissy?" He said sternly, giving her another pull of her hair, making sure it hurt just enough to draw notice.

Narcissa's eyes burned as she looked up at him, whether from the derision of her skills, or annoyance at her continued minor pain - or lust... Sirius had slept with quite a few women in his day, and with the flush crawling up her neck, the way her pupils dilated, the absolute diamond cutting nippels on display... For all her dominant traits.

Narcissa was getting off on this.

Without another word, and keeping her gaze locked on his, she sank further down, both her hands sliding down his shaft, as her perfect rosy little mouth, latched onto his balls, taking them in one at a time, kissing, licking, nibbling, as she rubbed her face against his crotch, never once losing eye contact.

Sirius let out a pleased sigh, the sight below him undeniably erotic. The sigh evolved into a groan as she dragged her tongue up from his balls, slowly, bathing his shaft in her drool, as she licked and nibbled on every inch of it, moving ever so slowly up it.

"Fuck, Cissy!" He gasped as she locked her lips around his cock head, the purple swollen head disappearing between her perfect lips, the sight of her distended cheeks as she applied pressure and sucked it in, the flushed face, the aristocratic and elegant woman on her knees with his cock in her mouth - it was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.

Her hands weren't idle, one slowly pumping his shaft, as the other massaged his heavy balls. The absolutely delicate way she did it, with her soft and smooth fingers, lit an absolute fire in his belly.

The head popped out of her mouth with a wet plop, the pleased sigh that escaped her as she nuzzled his cock making his cock twitch. Her tongue lapping out, circling the head, lavishing it with attention.

Sirius enjoyed it, no doubt about that, but it also felt like Narcissa was taking control, moving at her speed when all he wanted was to dominate her.

And from the smell in his office, signifying a very wet woman, she really was getting off on being the subservient one.

So the next time her lips locked onto his head, her eyes teasing as she slowly sucked and lapped at him, his fist tightened in her hair - giving her only a moment to process what was going to happen, her eyes widening in a mix of lust and apprehension.

Without a word, he let out a wild bestial moan, as he utilized his hold on her, to force her down his shaft, the choking and gagging noises one of the sexiest he'd ever heard.

Narcissa got about three quarters of the way, before he pulled her up by her hair again, slamming her down on his cock again, moving slower to bring her back up, her lips tight around his shaft as she sucked and licked, not giving up, even with the changed parameters.

Her breasts were heaving as he began face fucking her, both his hands going to her head, her eyes staring up at him with a hint of panic and confusion in them, as he rutted against her face, forcing more of his cock into her throat, as she gagged and spluttered.

Drool and pre-cum was leaking down her chin, as she desperately tried to regain some composure, her hands simply holding onto his ass to steady herself, her mind on nothing but what was going down her throat.

With a pleased moan, he slipped out of her mouth, Narcissa taking a deep heavy breath, her face entirely flushed. Her hair now a mess, having the perfect and always elegant pureblood ideal looking like this, was a potent aphrodisiac in its own, as he smacked his heavy cock against her face, leaving a trail of pre-cum down her cheek.

"Siriu-" She tried to speak, and he pushed her head down on his cock again, both hands in her hair as he pulled and pushed, feeling his release oncoming. The smooth lips, and tongue bathing him, the tightness of her throat, the gagging combined with the expression on her face. It was all getting too much to hold on.

With a mighty grunt, he pushed her down so hard her nose nestled in his pubic hair, before pulling her back up and repeating the effort, her eyes crossing slightly, as he used her mouth like a fucktoy. The wet sloppy sounds of her mouth and throat being used like a common whore echoing around the office and inflaming him further.

And if his nose wasn't lying... Making the bitch beneath him soaking wet.

If he sold a pensive memory of this - all of the wizarding world would line up to purchase it...

With a roar, he felt himself going over the edge, debating for a second about pulling out and covering the slut in his seed. But it might be a step too far... This time.

Narcissa's eyes bulged, as his cock spurted several jets of thick creamy cum down her throat, while slowly pulling his cock back. Her lips were locked around his shaft, drawing shudders through his body, some cum leaking out from her lips, joining the line of drool traveling down to her cleavage.

Finally he pulled out fully, Narcissa leaning back slightly, a finger wiping away the trail of cum on her jaw, "I... Take it my Lord is pleased?" She said, with some definite cattiness in her tone that was remarkably unlike her.

Sirius smirked, making her eye him warily. He gave her a once over, the ruffled hair, the flushed and messy face, the absolutely tantalizing smell coming off her... "Evanesco." He intoned, having grasped his wand.

Narcissa gave a shocked gasp, giving him a dirty look, even as she made absolutely no attempt to cover herself.

If it was at all possible for nipples to grow even harder, hers did at being so rudely displayed without warning.

Sirius eyed her perfect pale handfuls of titflesh, with their perky pink nubs standing at attention for him, his eyes trailing down a taut and toned stomach to the small patch of perfectly trimmed platinum blonde hair above her pussy.

"Someone's excited." He growled out, his cock already growing hard again at the sight. Because Narcissa's perfect slim and delicate pussy lips couldn't hide the absolute mess she'd made of herself. Juices covering her inner thighs, and her pussy, creamier than any woman he'd ever seen.

Even as she was, she managed to tilt her head arrogantly, eyes narrowing, "Don't flatter yourself, it's the magic in our surroundings, nothing more."

Sirius chuckled darkly at that, oh well, let her blame whoever she wants, the submissive slut... Without letting her recover fully, he stepped forward and scooped her up, none so gently tossing

her onto his desk, parchment work scattering to the ground. "Sirius!" She protested, eyes flaring in anger.

Sirius didn't believe a word of it, because at the same time, she splayed her legs apart, giving him a perfect vision of the tight pink confines of her heavenly lips.

He eyed her, the pureblood princess laying on her back on his desk, her breasts heaving, her soaking wet pussy drooling for him as he stepped up. Her eyes were filled with anger and desire, and he didn't know which thrilled him more.

Normally, this would be the perfect time for a feast. He'd love nothing more than to drive her wild, make her legs weak with only his tongue. But this was as much a quest for dominance as it was about sex.

So not today.

Without a word to her, he lined up and plunged in, moaning at the tightness of her walls, the warm sticky wetness that enveloped him, already milking his cock.

With the wordless scream she emitted, hands clutching at his desk as he began pounding her with no regard to anything but making her unable to walk out of here - she certainly was enjoying it as well.

Within two minutes, she was cumming, the proud Narcissa Malfoy babbling nonsense as she creamed around his cock, taking being fucked as an animal as well as he'd thought - when he'd noticed how she enjoyed being treated this way.

When he just rode the wave, not stopping, even reaching down to rub her clit with a thumb - she grew wilder, her legs crossing around his back, pulling him in tighter, even as her toes curled.

"S-Sirus! Please!" She begged, as he continued to slide in and out of her impossibly wet pussy, alternating between teasing her clit with a thumb, or giving her lovely tits a slap.

The way her back arched whenever he slapped her tits, gave him some excellent ideas for some spanking play... He had a feeling she'd be into it.

Ignoring her frantic begging and even a suggestion for another blowjob, a ploy to get away from his obvious intent to fuck her until she dropped, he thought. He flipped her over, plunging into her doggy style, not slowing down for even a second, as she squirmed under him.

"I'll stop if you can count out to twenty without cumming." He offered, before his hand smacked down hard on her pale rump.

Narcissa let out a throaty moan, her body shaking as she gushed over his cock, almost dragging him to the edge. Notably, she failed to even count.

"Not a good start, Cissy." He taunted, grasping for his wand, breathlessly summoning a stamina potion.

He wasn't going to stop until Narcissa could admit in the depth of her bones that she was outmatched.

He slapped her ass again, timing it with a particularly hard push from the tip of his cock, deep up into her pussy pushing right up against the cervix, Narcissa clawing at his table with her fingernails, moaning out a word that if one was generous, might be classified as one.

Sirius wasn't very generous.

He also might have cast a few spells without her notice while summoning the potion. To heighten her skin sensitivity... Amongst other things...

Only minor things, really.

If you're not cheating, you're not trying.

"What was that?" He called out, giving her ass two quick smacks in succession, her pale ass already growing red. "I didn't hear a count..."

She just moaned out his name, desperately trying to regain some sense of self through the pleasure raging through her body.

Somehow Sirius couldn't see Lucius doing anything like this. He intended to utterly ruin her.

He slapped her ass again as her back arched, the extra sensitivity adding to her already pleasurable high from being manhandled and fucked this way.

She still didn't manage to count.

Sirius grinned, even as he could feel pleasure coursing through his own body through the feeling of the tightest wettest pussy he'd ever had.

How's that controlling me by my cock plan working for you, Narcissa?

...

Narcissa left much much later that evening. Needing a stamina potion to even be able to walk. And a glamour to hide her absolutely fucked silly expression.

Sirius was sure she wasn't nearly as smug about her chances to run circles around him anymore.

Merlin damn it all! I still forgot to talk to her about how to deal with Zabini!

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧・゚: *✧・゚ Author's note:

Poor Fudge doesn't get taken seriously, just constantly mentioned as the puppet or something similar. Poor poor puppet.