Slug CLub

42. Lucius

It was too quiet.

Lucius sat in his study listening to the silent manor. It was too quiet. He knew Draco was home, he'd heard him enter the front of the Manor over an hour ago. He'd also heard the chime go off at the rear entrance, where Draco's private suite was now located. When the war had ended and Draco had finished his schooling, he'd moved to the large private suite at the rear of the lower level of the Manor, which offered him a private bath, study, sitting room, and rear entrance on its own terrace. Lucius and his wife had afforded Draco this privacy with respect to his being of age. He was welcome to entertain guests in his suite as he saw fit without need to notify them, and he had many times. But this was different. The lower floor of the manor was completely silent.

Rising from his chair, he strode to the far wall of his study, flicking his wand at the double doors and locking them. Sure of his own privacy, he transformed into his unregistered animagus form, that of a small, white mouse. Twitching his whiskers, he scurried forward and entered the small gap under the large bookcase, intentionally placed there many months before while the Dark Lord was residing in the manor. Even he had not known of Lucius's secret form, and therefore had never known that one of his own was spying on him, waiting for the proper moment to retake his own home and family.

Moving quickly on his small legs, he scampered along the narrow pathways between the walls, heading for the rear suite that now was his son's home. He'd done this before, more than once. This was how he knew that Draco frequently entertained in his suite. He'd seen many women, and men, come and visit with Draco. Most seemed to be colleagues from work. Some seemed to be more than that. Harry Potter, for instance, visited with Draco at least twice a week. At least once, Lucius had scampered into the suite to find the two sitting close together on the sofa in the sitting room. He never stayed long, but he had a feeling these visits were more than just innocent chatting.

Reaching the end of his passageway, he pushed aside a thin piece of wood from the gap in the molding and hurried across the room to stop under the edge of an ornate lamp stand.....and froze. His son was indeed entertaining, but not in the way that Lucius was prepared to see.

In the center of the large sitting room, three men were clustered together; Draco, Harry Potter, and the Longbottom boy. All three were naked. All three were redfaced and speaking quietly to one another. Unable to move from shock, Lucius just sat under the stand and stared, transfixed, and what was happening. His keen rodent ears could pick up every word they said, even in the low voices they were using.

"Come on, Longbottom. You can't tell me you've never thought about this. You seem so...tense," Draco hissed softly.

"Don't worry, Neville. Draco is bloody amazing at it," Harry said with a smirk, running a hand up Draco's back, causing him to shiver. Neville, as Harry had called him, nodded slowly, looking at Draco with wide eyes and reddened cheeks. Then, to Lucius's horror, he watched his son sink to his knees in front of the extremely naked, and extremely aroused, Longbottom boy and reach out to wrap his fingers around his cock. He watched, still unable to move, as his son slid his lips over the head of Neville's cock and take it into his mouth. Neville's head dropped back with a groan, but it got worse. Lucius caught movement from the corner of his eye, then noticed Harry was pulling Draco's hips back and up, positioning him. He flicked his wand and a clear substance dripped onto Draco's ass. With eyes wide in shock he watched as Harry Potter sank his formidable cock into his son's ass. Draco's eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned around the cock in his mouth. Both men found rhythms in their respective places, Neville finally seeming to loosen up and grabbing a handful of Draco's hair, fucking his face. Harry digging his nails into Draco's hips as he pounded into his ass. Lucius continued to watch as his son's body began to spasm and his cock started kicking out jets of cum beneath him. The men fucking him didn't let up though. Harry reached his climax next, grunting and locking his hips into Draco, his body shaking with his release. As he withdrew, his cum seeped out of Draco and ran down his inner thigh. Neville was last. He threw his head back and let out a low, deep moan as he grabbed Draco's hair with both hands, cramming his cock into Draco's throat. When he finally finished, all three collapsed onto the floor in a heap of sweaty bodies and cum.

Feeling finally came back to Lucius's paws and he bolted from the room, back down the passageway he came. When he reached his study again, he transformed back to his human form and stood rigid in front of the large bookcase, trying desperately to process what he'd just seen.

The more he replayed the images over in his head, the more he became aware of the throbbing length behind his fly. After about 10 minutes of this, he quickly threw open the doors to his study and started striding down the hall of the manor, mounting the stairs two at a time. He was heading for his wife's parlor, and was determined to lock them in for a while.