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Shaking his head and smirking at Narcissa, Antonin quickly followed behind her, careful not to step in any of the blood and track it upstairs or anywhere with him. He watched her back as she moved, so graceful and beautiful and Antonin smiled to himself. Her words though, about the rest of the manor, shocked Antonin, but he was careful not to let it show.

With a smirk, Antonin nodded. “You are quite right.” He reached out, dragging his fingers lightly across the small of her back. “And what are you going to show me?”

Narcissa smiled, pressing her lips to his for a brief moment, “Well, it all depends on what you’d like to see, but I thought we’d start with the master bath, darling.” She kissed him again, reaching behind her to open the door, pulling him with her as she stepped into the hallway. She turned then, grabbing his arm and pulling him through the too-large estate. She thought she saw her son lurking in the shadows but she ignored him. She couldn’t be bothered with his disgust at this current moment. 

Narcissa pulled Antonin up the grand staircase, pushing open the door to her and Lucius’s room quite casually. She kicked off her heels, her feet sinking into the plush rug beneath her and she moved toward the adjacent bathroom. “Feel like joining me?” she nearly purred, bending over to turn on the water. She looked back at Antonin, a shark-like smile spread across her face as she stood up again, letting the water warm.

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Antonin laughed, shrugging a bit, raking his bloodied fingers through his hair. Hearing Narcissa’s flippant comments about her own husband made him smile a bit and he watched her as she realized what he meant. “It’ll be worth it, having this information, knowing that no matter what, I’m better than him. It’s always refreshing.” 

He laughed deeper when she mentioned that the blood on her dress made it look better and he quickly scrambled to get to his feet, following her. “And where are you taking me?” 

She turned back to Antonin once she’d reached the doorway, giving him a wicked grin. “Darling, you certainly can’t go outside looking like that. Wouldn’t it be in both of our best interests to shower?” She feigned innocence, looking up at him with wide eyes before she turned again and resumed her path toward the stairs. She knew Lucius wouldn’t bother to come home until far past the dinner hour, his pride having been so horridly bruised and she considered how much more insult the man could take. She made her ascent, fingers brushing against the walls as she reached the cellar door.

She held her head high, knowing exactly what she was about to do. “There’s plenty of the manor you haven’t seen, Antonin.” She turned to look at him, hoping he’d grasp her meaning. Narcissa was almost too gleeful at the thought of another man in her marriage bed, it felt all too deliciously wrong.

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Antonin watched her rearrange herself, smirking a bit as she did it. He laughed a bit when she spoke, looking up at her. “Well I hardly think I can leave looking like this. I’ll need to at least wash myself off and change clothes, burn these somewhere first.” 

Her comment about not taking credit for him threw him for a loop for a moment. He shrugged, moving so he was resting on his elbows. “It was his mission, handed to him from our Lord. Just because he couldn’t finish him doesn’t mean that just cause I did and can, I should get something.” He smirked, laughing a bit. “Oh wait, yes it does. I get to dangle this over his head. Believe me, my darling, this is a good thing.” Antonin watched her crawl over him and he smirked, giving her a once over, seeing the blood on her dress and body. “Upstairs. I hope you didn’t like this dress.”

Narcissa gave him a smile, brushing her lips against his as she traced a blood smear on his face. “You’d frighten people even more than usual, I dare say,” she kissed him briefly before she pulled back again as he spoke. “It’s not like he’ll get anything,” she waved a hand dismissively. “Everyone knows someone else finishes every job he’s been given. But if that’s the way you want it,” Narcissa gave a shrug, feeling the blood drying beneath her nails. She laughed then, understanding Antonin’s meaning. “I see, darling. And he’ll be oh so upset,” she pressed her lips to his again and pulled him to sit.

“I’ve plenty of other dresses, my love,” she smirked, her hands at his chest. “I think it looks better now, don’t you?” Narcissa slowly got to her feet again, stretching her arms above her head for a moment. “Mm,” she smiled, heading for the door as casually as if she were leaving a luncheon. “Coming, Antonin?”

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Antonin watched her, the predatory gleam in his eye still there, the blood lust slowly ebbing out of him. He hiked up his pants, dragging them up his thighs and let they lay open but pulled up around his hips. He smirked a bit as Narcissa crawled over him and looked over at the dead man, his back turned to them, the blood pool expanding slowly. He sighed, looking up at her. “Leave him here. When I leave, you call the clean up crew, tell them they’re needed.” 

Antonin swallowed, giving her a small smile, one kindness wouldn’t hurt him. “The’ll come here and see this and you tell them Lucius did it. Give him the credit. The man’s so beat that a few extra, more precise cuts will go unnoticed.” The thought of having another thing he could dangle over Lucius Malfoy was too good to pass up. 

She kissed him, her hand moving through his hair again as she used her other hand to pull her dress back down over her ass. She pulled back, looking him over for a moment, smirking to herself. She looked back over at the dead man as Antonin spoke, furrowing her brow and nodding slowly in understanding. “And when are you planning on leaving, darling?” she turned back to look at him, eyebrows raised. “Unless you’ve got somewhere to be, I wasn’t quite finished with you yet.”

“Why should he take credit for it?” she looked at Antonin, surprised. “He’s done nothing,” Narcissa frowned, still stroking his hair with one hand. There was a part of her that understood, Lucius would be furious, but she couldn’t care less about her husband right now. “Now, darling,” she crawled over him, her knees on either side of his hips. “We could talk about Lucius, or we could go upstairs and forget about him again.”

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Antonin felt more than anything Narcissa come and he surged through it, fucking her harder, dragging it out. He gripped onto her hips to hold her where he wanted them and didn’t stop fucking until he couldn’t hold it anymore and came hard, groaning through it. HE stayed there for a moment, fingers digging in hard on her hips and panting before he slowly pulled out and rolled over her, laying on his back on the floor. He looked over at her, not saying anything, just slowly thinking on what they’d done.

Narcissa fell forward with very little grace, her cheek hitting the hard floor and she gave a small wince but closed her eyes. She groaned softly and tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving with the effort. She turned her head eventually to look at Antonin, her eyes meeting his and she gave him a slow, lazy smile. She crawled over to him, brushing a hand across his cheek as she caught sight of the pool of blood a few feet away. “What are you going to do with him?” She leaned down, her lips hovering above his. 

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Antonin waisted no time, fucking into her with sheer abandon, need and want the only driving forces at this point. She was wet, dripping around him and his fingers stained red still gripped onto her hips, pulling her apart for him to enjoy. He dropped his head down to her back, bitting into her skin and groaning at the taste, the need building over him until the only thoughts he head were for his own pleasure, not even hers and he just kept going, kept thrusting in and unable to stop himself as he took what he wanted from her. 

Narcissa’s moans grew louder and she craned her neck, wanting to see Antonin’s face. His teeth at her back caused her to cry out and she moved a hand between her legs. She brushed her fingers against her clit, nearly shuddering at the sensation. Her fingers moved faster and she was whimpering beneath him. She could barely support herself, her legs trembling and her arms threatening to give way as she came. “Antonin!” she cried, her head falling forward as she struggled to stay where she was.

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Antonin’s smirk was overwhelming his face as he heard Narcissa. He could make it hurt, make her bleed and he would if she wanted it. He pulled out of her quickly and moved, holding her still in his arms until he could drop down to the floor, the cement connecting with his knees and making him groan at the burst of pain. He quickly pushed her down, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. He pushed them apart and held them there for a moment.

“I’ll make it hurt.” Antonin whispered into her ear before he quickly and roughly thrust into her, groaning at the feeling and the new angle. He didn’t take anytime to let her adjust, simply started thrusting again.

Narcissa cried out in protest, desperately wanting to feel nothing but him. She groaned when he dropped to the ground, his own groan sending a wave of pleasure down her spine. She barely realized what was happening until she was on her hands and knees in front of him and she let out another moan. Her dress was bunched around her waist, his bloodied handprints all over her thighs and she knew she must look an absolute beautiful mess.

She arched back, pushing her ass toward him for a brief moment until she felt him near again. Antonin’s words hit her and she was grinning, her eyes darkening with each passing second. She glanced back, seeing the dead man’s blood pooling behind them and then Antonin was inside her again. She gave a throaty moan, her muscles near spasming as he filled her. “Yes,” she gasped in response, “Make me bleed… for you…”