CUCKING LUCIUS PT1

AN: I did it lol.

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Lucius Malfoy lay on the floor of the cottage, his body covered in bruises and blood. Ryan had healed him again and again, breaking his bones only to mend them once more. The agony was unbearable, but Lucius was too tired to scream anymore. His throat was raw, and his voice was hoarse from hours of screaming. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he gasped for breath.

Ryan crouched down beside Lucius, a cruel smile tugging at his lips as he stared at the broken man before him.

"Tsk. I thought you had more gas in the tank. Looks like you're spent. Now, what to do to make you suffer even more... Huh?!" Ryan turned around toward Narcissa as he wiped his wand on his sleeves. "Maybe your wife would want to have some fun torturing you." He walked over to Narcissa and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Go on. You know you want it. Show Lucius how much you hate him, how much you despise him. He kept you as nothing but a trophy wife. He never loved you. He only saw you as a tool, a possession to be used and discarded when he no longer needed you. But I see you for who you really are, Narcissa... Only Narcissa. I see your strength, your ambition, your potential. You are so much more than Lucius Malfoy could ever hope to be. So show him, Narcissa. Show him what true hatred feels like."

Ryan's whispers were low and seductive as he spoke into Narcissa's ears. She listened to Ryan intently, his words resonating with something deep inside her. All the pain, sadness, and hatred that she had locked deep into her heart were unleashed as Ryan gave voice to those dark emotions.

She walked toward Lucius, her steps slow and deliberate. Her eyes were cold and empty, devoid of any emotion as she stared at the broken man before her.

"..." Lucius somehow raised his head and tried to speak, but no words came out. His voice was gone, his throat too raw from hours of screaming.

"You know, I thought my fate was sealed the moment I was born. Trained to be a cold killer, ideals of pure blood supremacy dumped into my mind, and then, pawned off like some fucking object in the name of marriage. I had accepted my fate... I lived like a puppet. My strings were controlled by everyone around me. First, my family, then you... I thought that Ryan would also do the same, control me as his puppet or whore, but..." Narcissa paused for a moment, looking down at the pathetic man near her feet.

She continues, "It seems like I was wrong. He freed me from the shackles of my past, of your control... He made me realize my true worth. He never treated me like a slave. All these months spent with him were the most peaceful time of my life. For once, I was free. Free to choose my own path, to make my own decisions... He showed me true kindness... Something I never felt from anyone in my life... Not even from you..."

Narcissa pointed her wand at Lucius.

"Now, you are gonna watch how a real man fucks a woman!" She used non-verbal magic. "You won't be able to close your eyes or scream even if you want to. You are going to watch your wife getting fucked by a real man, right here on the floor." She turned toward Ryan. "Fuck me, Ryan! Fuck me hard and make this pathetic worm suffer!"

Bellatrix's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly as she heard Narcissa's words. Her Ryan was yet to have sex with her, and Narcissa was the first one to receive Ryan's cock? She wanted to stop them, and the thought of killing Narcissa flashed through her mind as jealousy overwhelmed her. However, Ryan's cold glare stopped Bellatrix from making a move. She knew better than to defy Ryan's orders.

Ryan chuckled softly as he looked at Narcissa.

"With pleasure!" He walked over to Narcissa, his gaze hungry with lust as he stared at her. He grabbed her waist and kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.

His hands roamed her body with possessive intent. Narcissa responded in kind, her cold indifference replaced by a fervor that matched Ryan's cruelty. Their twisted intimacy was a performance, each kiss and touch a dagger plunged deeper into Lucius's soul. Bound by the ethereal chains, Lucius could only watch, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror, disbelief, and anger. The spell Narcissa had cast kept his eyes open, forcing him to witness every humiliating second.

Ryan's hands slid down Narcissa's body. He cupped her ass and pulled her up in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck as she moaned into his mouth, the sound a twisted mockery of the intimacy they once shared.

'No, no, no, no... YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! NOOOO!' Lucius could only scream in his head as his breath came in ragged gasps, his vision blurred by the tears he refused to shed. The pain in his body was nothing compared to the agony of watching the woman he had once called his wife give herself so willingly to another man—a man who reveled in Lucius's suffering.

Ryan broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he looked over Narcissa's shoulder at Lucius. "You see this, Malfoy? This is what true power looks like. Not the wealth, not the connections you've spent your entire life amassing. No, real power is the ability to take everything from your enemy and make him watch as his world crumbles around him."

Lucius's mouth opened, a silent scream of rage and despair forming on his lips. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—hatred, betrayal, regret. He had always been the one in control, the one who pulled the strings from behind the scenes. Now, he was nothing but a puppet in Ryan's sadistic play, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Narcissa turned to face Lucius, her expression a mask of cold detachment. She looked down at the man who had once held her life in his hands, and for the first time, she felt nothing. No fear, no anger, no sorrow. Just a cold, empty void where her heart should have been. Ryan had unlocked something in her, something dark and primal that had been buried deep within her for years. He had shown her a world without chains, without expectations, where she could be whoever she wanted to be. And in that world, Lucius Malfoy had no place.

Ryan slowly let her down on the floor.

With deliberate slowness, Narcissa began to unbutton her dress, her eyes never leaving Lucius's. Each movement was calculated, designed to prolong his suffering, to push him closer to the edge of madness. She let the dress slip from her shoulders and pool around her feet, revealing the pale, flawless skin beneath. Her black bra and panty were the only thing covering her naked form. Ryan removed his pants and boxers, his erect cock springing free.

Lucius's eyes widened even further. For a moment, his mind calculated the size and thickness of Ryan's shaft, for a very good reason and he realized that his was the size of a pinky finger compared to Ryan's. The inferiority complex kicked in.

'Fuck you Narcissa!' Bellatrix on the other hand was wet and jealous beyond measure.

Ryan gripped Narcissa's waist and pulled her toward him, his cock pressing against her belly. His fingers dug into her flesh as he tore her bra and panty off with brute force. She gasped as the cold air hit her bare skin. Ryan cupped her breasts and squeezed them roughly, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

Lucius felt the cold truth settle in his heart.

Narcissa enjoyed Ryan's rough touch. She didn't just enjoy it, she craved it. He was giving her something Lucius never could—Real pleasure and a big cock that she could only crave in her dreams. Ryan had awakened the true Narcissa from her slumber. The cold, calculating, ambitious, and lustful part of her that Lucius never knew existed.

"Dang! So big!" She grabbed the throbbing cock and began to stroke it with a smirk on her face.