Audition

Narcissa had never really experienced travel as House Elves do. She just saw them pop in and out of rooms. At this moment she was traveling as house elves do. And it was definitely the superior mode of transportation. Not the unpleasant feeling of being pulled thru a tube, rather the feeling of being submerged in tingling warmth that invaded your body.

-POIT-

With that noise Narcissa opened her eyes and found the pleasant tingle had faded. She was now in a large room somewhere in the castle. There was nothing of note save a large fireplace with a rug before it. Not a single piece of furniture.

"Mizz waits, The Master will be heres shortly." The strange tuxedoed elf told her pointing to the rug before the fire.

Narcissa stepped onto the rug and waited. She noticed that the tuxedoed house elf remained standing where he arrived, watching her. She turned away from the elf and stared into the fire. It was possibly ten minutes before Narcissa began to get impatient. Turning to ask the House Elf a question about when someone would see her.

Her voice died in her throat as there was a massive shadow behind the house elf. The shadow was alive. It was not just a shape on the wall or floor. No, it was upright, standing like a man, a very, very large man. The half giant Hagrid hadnt been that large.

Narcissa was startled out of staring as a voice, a perfectly normal voice spoke, "You wished to speak with me?"

Eyes flitting from the large shadow to the house elf to the empty room Narcissa nodded her head. "Yes. Yes I did."

"Then speak." The voice sounded amused.

"I wished to secure my place here. Permanently." Narcissa tried to strike a dominant pose, rather than appearing to be begging.

"Interesting." The voice was amused.

Narcissa watched the shadow behind the house elf move as if chuckling. She focused her eyes on the shadow.

"And why do you wish to reside in my castle?"

"I have lived without pleasure for most of my life. I do not wish to live the rest of my life so deprived. I wish to spend the rest of my days enjoying myself." Narcissa answered.

"And my castle will fulfill this desire? What makes you sure that we can provide your... enjoyment."

Narcissa looked around, she reached out a hand and touched the mantle of the fireplace behind her. "I can feel it. Its not just the people here, with their own lusts. Its in the stones, its in the air. Pleasure."

"Sensitive, arent you." The voice mused, almost impressed. Then a little sadly added, "You have been deprived, havent you? Most cant feel it."

"I can feel it." Narcissa nodded.

"And you feel that you deserve to reside here because you are... sensitive?" The voice asked, the tone disapproving. "That you can come to my castle and make demands of me and yet offer nothing in return?"

Narcissa mastered her face to keep from blanching or grimacing. "I can offer financial restitution. Or gifts of worth that may be given. I have in my possession several rare tomes, artifacts of great rarity."

The House Elf snorted.

"Yes, Baldrik, I feel the same." The voice chortled.

"Is that not why you have invited so many to visit your castle? The find financial backers?" Narcissa asked.

"For someone who was able to spot the main power of this castle you seem to be missing the obvious. Sensitivity is all well and good but there should be brains to go alongside." The voice chided. "This castle does not require money. This castle needs something more primal. This castle needs one of humanities most basic desires. "

"Sex." Narcissa realized.

"Yessss." The voice purred. "Sex. All who dwell here are committed to Sex. The joining of two or more bodies and the merging of primal energies. Pleasure is a byproduct of the most basic act of harnessing the power of creation. To dwell here is not to seek pleasure. To dwell here is to have sex to harness the energy of creation. Even if you do not wish to, with people you do not wish to."

Narcissa blinked, that was not ideal. To much like her marriage to Lucius. "I see."

"Do you still wish to dwell in my castle, knowing this?" The voice asked

Narcissa worried her lower lip, "Would I have to endure any... pain?"

"Pain?" The voice mused, "There can be pleasure in pain. With the correct partner being pushed to your limits and beyond might cause momentary pain but bring you lasting joy as well."

"I..." Narcissa found she had no answer to that.

"That is neither here nor there, in truth. I can assure you that my residents are not mistreated. Those who wish to persue the pleasure of pain are allowed to but not with everyone, only a select few who know about or are curious about the practice. The regular pains of intercourse... strained muscles, bruising and the like... that is just the cost of living here. People are over eager and less than cautious when it comes to intercourse."

"That is... good." Narcissa nodded. "Y-yes, I would like to reside in your castle still."

"Mmmhhhh. Gooood." The voice seemed smug. "That you are willing is good. Now we need to find out if you are able. I will require an audition to determine if you can stay here. To see if you can handle the physical and mental commitments of being a resident. "

Narcissa looked around the room and found that the only two beings aside from her were the large shadow and the house elf. The shadow seemed to be filling out, no longer transparent, becomeing opaque. And as features, details and colors took shape her jaw dropped.

"A... a.... a Minotaur?"

Thirteen feet tall at the tip of his horns, skin a ruddy red and brown fur in place, a broad muscled chest larger than humanly possible, muscled arms longer than humanly possible, strong digitgrade legs ending in hoves. And hanging down between his muscled thighs was an angry red phallus that had to be over two foot long, resting atop heavily veined testicles the size of quidditch bludgers.

"Meet Milo, Mrs. Malfoy, as you say he is indeed a Minotaur. He will be you partner for this audition. Your husbands special brands of politics has ruined Milo's life. Robbed him of the dignity of being thought of as sapient being and instead classified him as a creature. If you feel robbed of pleasure Mrs. Malfoy, imagine how Milo feels."

Narcissa worked her jaw but no sound came from her mouth.

"Do you still wish to procede?" The voice asked.