The Fic In Which The Author Fell In Lust With Bellatrix LestrangePairing(s):
Ha! NC-17 Word Count:
Bondage, discipline, mild bloodplay (esp. with knives), nc, whips, anal (fingering, intercourse),
female!Dom/male!sub, oral, group sex, toys (nipple clamps, anal), cbt, humiliation of any sort, Blackcest (femmeslash), collars, sexual slavery, and umm... Summary:
Bellatrix and Narcissa receive a new toy in the form of a captured Weasley. A/N:
Especially for ragdoll
, because the world needs more Bill lovers. I think I hit on all your kinks except the piercing. I planned to write a more plotty fic, but the bunny I had for it was fairly intricate and would have made the fic about five times longer than this. So… I’ve shelved that one for later, but as soon as I have time, I will write it and it will be a belated present for you. Also, my apologies for the title, but it was literally the only thing I can think of when it comes to this fic. *g*
The cavernous room was crowded with almost fifty dark-robed figures. Dancing shadows were cast about the room from the torches that burned in the corners and the fire that filled the giant, open fireplace. It was almost as if the entire setting had been staged to draw the attention of everyone in the room to the figure that stood on a raised dais. Unlike the others assembled there, his robes were a deep red colour, and at first glance it appeared that the colour was reflected in his eyes. In reality, it was the robes
that reflected the colour of the eyes. The man’s pale hand came up, a signal to one of his followers to open the ten foot tall oaken double doors, showing those in attendance two burly men holding a third between them.
If the attention of the room had been on the man in the red robes before the doors opened, now every eye was for this third man. He was forced into the room, struggling with his whole body, lean muscles standing out in sharp relief, corded veins in his neck bulging as he shouted behind a gag. His escorts pulled him to the centre of the room and lifted him up, looping his bound hands over a hook that hung from the ceiling, before stepping back and watching carefully to ensure that in his twisting and pulling he didn’t free himself. Finally, satisfied that he was secure, they melted into the crowd of their brethren.
The suspended man continued to wrestle against the restraints that bound his hands over his head, but that wasn’t the only reason he drew so much attention. The man was a contrast of ruin and beauty. Long red hair had obviously been bound carefully earlier in the evening; now the leather thong that held it back was loose and barely hanging onto the last inch of his hair. Small clumps of his hair bunched out oddly from the rest, as if someone had grabbed handfuls of it while capturing him. Brilliant blue eyes flashed around the room, shining in the dim, smoky atmosphere of the room. Oh yes, it was so easy to see his beauty.
His ruin, however, was quite possibly more fascinating. Once-neat clothes hung in shreds from his long frame, showing tantalising glimpses of pale, freckled skin, and one ear dripped blood onto his shoulder. Colourful bruises and spots of blood decorated his face in his high cheekbones and at the corner of his wide mouth and what bits of his abdomen that could be seen, telling the story of his fight for freedom. From a far older encounter, long silvery scars trailed over his face, neck, and chest. It was these lines of a torture long past that drew the lust-filled attention of one of the dark-robed in particular.~*~
Bellatrix Lestrange heard her sister’s breath catch as soon as the door opened and showed the handsome man fighting tooth and nail between Crabbe and Goyle. Bellatrix herself only watched because there was nothing else new to see in this place. She was bored, had been for some time. But when the man was hoisted up onto the hook, and she was able to see the scars that marred his otherwise perfect visage, she felt warmth curl deep in her belly even as her own breathing became thin and ragged. The lines of devastation aroused her in ways she hadn’t felt since Before.
Bellatrix stepped forward, lining herself up behind her sister, elegant hands rising to gently gather the hood of Narcissa’s cloak and lower it to pool around her shoulders, her pale hair shining like a beacon, drawing even the frantic gaze of the man swinging so violently in the centre of the room. Bellatrix pulled the heavy mass of hair free of the black cloak, sweeping it to the side as she slowly dragged the tip of her tongue up the side of Narcissa’s neck, hooded grey eyes locked on vibrant blue ones as she smiled around the bit of tongue that protruded from her mouth.
She knew the picture they must present. Her taller form, shining black hair slipping forward from beneath her own still-drawn hood, her fingers—tipped with long, blood-red nails—circling one side of Narcissa’s neck even as her pink tongue licked slowly up the other side. Narcissa’s head fell back onto Bellatrix’ shoulder with a soft sigh, though Bellatrix knew Narcissa’s gaze was still all for the man… as was Bellatrix’.
Tilting her head, Bellatrix nipped at the lobe of Narcissa’s ear before purring darkly into it, “Shall we bargain for him, sister mine? Such a beautiful toy for you…”
Narcissa’s tinkling laugh sounded jarring in the room, too light for the darkness that permeated everything. “You fool no one, Bella. Your eagerness for the beastly man is nearly palpable.”
“A beautiful beast, though, is he not? Finally, one we can share. It will be like it once was, Cissy. Before.”
Regulus had been such a beautiful boy, so willing, so naturally addicted to pain. Bellatrix sighed out a long breath as she looked at the man from whom the fight was slowly draining. Perhaps this one could be trained to perform as flawlessly as Regulus had done? It was too fine a concept to ignore.
Bellatrix turned her head, eyes seeking out those of her Master. When she located him through the throng, she saw that he was already focused on her, one side of his thin mouth quirked in cool amusement. She let her lips curve into a cruel smile and he nodded his head once, giving the gift of this man to one of his most favoured followers. She mouthed the words, “Thank you, my Lord,” to him and waited for him to incline his head before she turned away to stare in rapt fascination once more at the evening’s entertainment.
Placing another lingering kiss to the side of Narcissa’s neck, Bellatrix pulled back her own hood and stepped away, edging around Narcissa before pushing between two men who stood between her and her prize. As she entered the small space that was cleared around the man, she slowly undid the fastenings of her robes and let them drop from her shoulders to pool on the ground, showing all in attendance that she was wearing absolutely nothing beneath.
“I claim this man in the name of my Lord and Master. Are there any challenges to my claim?”
Her voice was pitched to reach those standing in the rear of the room, but it was filled with humour. She knew no one would dare to challenge her, but it amused her to adhere to tradition and formality. After waiting an appropriate length of time, she smirked and turned, about to release the prisoner into her care, when the high, cold voice of the Dark Lord stopped her.
“My dear, perhaps you would be willing to entertain us? I’m certain your pet could stand a small bit of discipline.”
Bellatrix’ breath caught in her throat as instant arousal slammed through her. It had been so long since she’d had such a pet with such an audience, that she’d almost forgotten how gratifying it could be to put them through their paces in this forum. So affected was she by the mere thought
of what she was about to do that her wand trembled in her hand as she transfigured the robes she’d been so recently wearing into a length of leather that, when she picked it up, uncurled into a long, black whip. The feel of the handle in her hand was like greeting a favoured lover after a decade of abstinence. Turning to the Dark Lord, she licked her lips and said, “Thank you, my Lord. Thank you.”
He merely smiled and inclined his head before conjuring a large throne-type chair to sit in.
Without warning, Bellatrix snapped her wrist, catching the circle of Death Eaters around her pet off-guard. One of the newer upstarts jumped back with a shriek, his split robes showing that her aim had been true. Power coursed through her and she threw back her head, a truly joyous laugh rising up out of her for several long moments until most of the Death Eaters in the hall were shifting away from her, uncomfortable in the presence of her presumed madness. Only one dared come forward: Narcissa, drawn to the sound of her sister’s pleasure.
“How many?” she asked Narcissa, holding her breath until she heard the answer. She didn’t realise the picture she presented then, her cheeks flushed with anticipation, eyes sparkling, teeth flashing white as she smiled, anticipation making her very skin quiver. Those who had fallen back at the sound of her laughter found themselves moving back toward her, drawn like moths to flame.
She watched avidly as Narcissa slowly circled the prisoner, reaching up occasionally to pet the flame-red hair or span the width of the broad, muscular shoulders. Finally, Narcissa stepped back with a small nod and turned to Bellatrix, pale pink lips curving as she said, “I believe fifteen would be a good start. He requires strong discipline, this one, but we wouldn’t want to break him too early in the evening.”
Bellatrix had to clamp her thighs together as she felt her body reacting the promise in her sister’s tone. Nodding at the limit set forth by Narcissa, Bellatrix waited until she was clear of the prisoner—her new pet—before flicking the whip once more, letting it crack just short of his arse. She laughed again when his muscles jumped and continued to play with him for several moments before, just as he started forcing himself to not react, she allowed the tip of the whip to touch the pale, freckled skin that protected his ribcage.
The livid red mark that sprang up immediately was nearly as arousing as his shout of pain and Bellatrix heard herself moan softly at the sight and sound of him. That first bit of inflicted pain burst the dam of her control, and Bellatrix began striping her new pet with each pass of the whip over his flesh. By the time she had reached fifteen, no bit of the back of him had been spared. She’d even managed to catch the sole of his foot with the one that had wound ‘round his calf. All in all, a most satisfactory session.
“My Lord?” she called out, allowing the whip to coil at her feet.
“Highly entertaining, my dear. I believe we are all well
Bellatrix basked in the Dark Lord’s approval, a smirk forming on her lips as she saw that most of the gathering wore robes tented at their waists. How very… amusing. With a quick word, the whip in her hand transfigured into a leather leash that she fastened around the neck of her pet. Pulling it tight, she waited until his face was turning a shade of purple that clashed in the most ghastly fashion with his hair before saying the charm to lower the hook from the ceiling.
As soon as she’d released him, he collapsed to the ground, choking now on nothing more than the air he tried to gulp down too quickly. When he had gained enough strength to push to his hands and knees, Bellatrix said, “I do hope you find that position comfortable, dear boy, as it is one in which you’ll be spending quite a bit of time for the foreseeable future.”
Bellatrix straightened and gave one harsh pull on the leash, nearly dragging the wounded man behind her as she turned to leave the hall with her prize. Her gaze caught Narcissa’s and she inclined her head, her lips curving wickedly when Narcissa nodded her acceptance.
The game was on and they would play.
As soon as Narcissa stepped into Bellatrix’ room, one long arm wound around her middle, pulling her back into the taller, more muscular frame of her sister. Narcissa’s breath caught in her throat as she realised that Bellatrix was still nude. The arm at her waist slid to the side until Bellatrix’ hand was splayed on Narcissa’s abdomen, the fingers plucking lightly at Narcissa’s robes.
Narcissa allowed her head to fall back onto Bellatrix’ shoulder as she said, voice a bit breathy, “I thought you wanted to play with your new toy some more?”
“Oh, we will certainly be playing with our
new toy, but first…” Bellatrix’ breathing became slightly ragged in her ear as she slipped her hand into the folds of Narcissa’s robes and found that she was wearing only a light satin dress beneath. “I’ve missed you, Cissy. Missed this
. It was… unfortunate
that Lucius chose to disapprove of our liaisons. How I celebrated when he was taken to Azkaban.”
Narcissa arched into Bellatrix’ roaming hand, impatient to feel those long fingers cupping her breasts, slipping between her thighs. As Bellatrix’ teeth closed sharply over Narcissa’s earlobe, she lightly twisted the nipple pressing hard against the fabric of Narcissa’s gown.
“I believe our pet is enjoying himself, my love. Should we allow that?”
Narcissa forced her eyes open, seeking out the beautiful man who’d so recently been hanging in the great hall. When she found him, she drew in a sharp breath. He was bound against the far wall in such a way that he could see the entire room, enough length to his chains that he could move a foot or two any direction, but could not sit down without wrenching his arms. Enough rope with which choke himself, if the metaphor served.
She could almost see them through his eyes, her fully clothed beauty hiding Bellatrix’ rough-yet-mesmerising—and completely naked—body. His eyes, so beautiful, even from this distance, were transfixed on the place Bellatrix’ hand disappeared into Narcissa’s robes. She watched him watching them and felt a deep quiver of lust rush through her. Bellatrix stilled behind her, feeling the reaction of Narcissa’s body to the stimulus of the undivided attention of the man chained to her wall.
“I want him to watch, Bella. I want him to see us and want
She felt Bellatrix’ fingers tighten almost painfully over her nipple, drawing a sharp moan from Narcissa, before her husky voice whispered, “Haven’t I always given you everything you could ever want, Cissy?”
Narcissa allowed herself a small, triumphant smile even as she writhed beneath Bellatrix’ hand. “Always, Bella. Always.”
Bill watched the two women on the bed, forced by a combination of unfamiliar, yet exceedingly strong, compulsion spells and the simple fact that he was a man and they were beautiful women. He’d always known these particular Black sisters were twisted, but he’d not been aware of quite the extent of their perversions. Seeing them like this, however, made him shift on his feet as the back of his neck and upper lip started beading with the sweat of arousal.
They were the epitome of contrasting beauty and as much as he told himself they were also the personification of evil, he could not tear his eyes from them. He tried to distract himself by concentrating on the burning pain of his whip lashes, but even that was not enough to pull his avid gaze away once Bellatrix Lestrange began undressing her sister, lips worshiping every inch of uncovered flesh.
When she bit and licked at Narcissa’s breasts, sucking harshly on the nipples, his cock went from half-hard to throbbing. And when Bellatrix thrust her fingers through the pale, glistening curls and into Narcissa’s body, he discovered that the length of his chains was perfect for allowing him to wank himself.
As Narcissa’s pale skin flushed with the first wave of her orgasm and her hips rose off the bed with a sharp, feminine cry of release, he groaned and sped the pace of his hand. But that one noise from him drew the avid, hooded gaze of Bellatrix, who snapped out a word, causing the chains to pull tight, dragging his hands away from his body.
Bellatrix left the bed and stalked toward their pet, watching his eyes follow her warily. She laughed softly and, reaching him, stroked a long finger down his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his scars under her finger. “So beautiful,” she whispered, licking her lips at the sight of all that destroyed flesh. She felt him jerk under her finger and she smiled, a baring of the teeth that was more warning than sign of humour.
With another long-remembered spell, she transfigured one of her long, blood-red fingernails into silver, watching as the tip lengthened and sharpened to a razor point. Lust clenched her gut again at the knowledge that he was ignorant to what she was about to do. Taking her pleasure from unsuspecting victims was always just that much sweeter.
Gripping the hair on the other side of his head with her other hand, she slowly drew her finger down the line of his scar, tracing it, splitting it back open, watching the blood slowly—so slowly—bead along the shallow cut before overrunning and spilling down his skin. He made a sharp sound of pain, tensing against her hand, driving the edge of the transfigured fingernail deeper into his skin. She had to stop then, as shudders wracked her body. So sweet was it, the sight of all that blood, the illusion that she was rending his skin for the first time as she carved the scars from his flesh, that she could have come right then. But she restrained herself, for the night was still young and she did so take pleasure in denied gratification, whether for herself or others.
She moved on to the scars that dragged down his long neck then, her breathing growing harsh and ragged. He made not a sound, but she didn’t need to hear his screams at that point. She doubted she would hear them, anyway, as overcome with lust as she was now. The sight of his flesh laid open, the blood making random tracks along his skin before dripping to the floor—and ohgodsyes
sometimes even the tops of her feet—was better than the roughest sex and by the time she finished cutting the scars from his body she was throbbing with want, with need.
Looking deeply into his eyes, she whispered the compulsion over and over, watching as his eyes went from glassy with pain to bright and aching with lust. She released the chains then, laughing throatily when he sank to his knees and buried his face between her legs, rough, large hands gripping her thighs, pulling them apart to make room for his tongue as he lapped hungrily at her.
She obliged him, lifting one leg and hooking it over his shoulder as she braced herself by gripping one of the now-useless chains. The other hand she buried in his hair, directing his movements as she ground herself against his mouth. He was surprisingly talented with his tongue, and it wasn’t long before she was right at the edge of orgasm. With a gasp, she pulled her leg back, placing that foot on his shoulder and kicking him roughly from her, needing to clench her thighs against the sharp jolt the cracking of his head against the wall gave her.
“Come, pet. Come to the bed and play with us,” she commanded, knowing that the compulsion spells would bring him if his own lust did not.
Turning, she stepped to a low table, pulling a variety of toys from one of its hidden drawers as she watched him advance on Narcissa from the corner of her eye.
Narcissa watched their pet walk toward the bed and a new wave of arousal flowed through her recently sated body. He walked with a lithe grace, all long, lean lines. If one ignored the way the skin had been laid open along the side of his face, neck, and shoulder, he was flawless. As Bellatrix compelled him to climb onto the bed, Narcissa couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and touching, sliding her fingers along all that warm, firm flesh.
His was a vibrant beauty, so much different from what she had become accustomed to from Lucius; it made her wonder if his colouring was an indication of his passion. Just the thought of a truly responsive lover made her moan and touch herself. His eyes followed the movement of her fingers and she watched as his pupils dilated and skin flushed with another surge of his own arousal.
His cock was long and flushed a deep red, precome glistening at the tip where it peeked from beneath his foreskin. She circled the tip of one finger around it, catching the edge of the foreskin with her fingernail and pushing it back, rolling her hips when he hissed and tensed under her fingers. She dragged her fingernails down the length of him, drawing streaks in his flesh and cries of pain from his throat until he started to wilt just the slightest. Then she opened her hand and stroked him soothingly, until he was fully hard again, hips thrusting into her hand.
She looked up at him with a wicked smile, then, meeting his eyes as she reached for his tightened scrotum and dug her fingernails into the place where it met his body, making his back bow as he screamed. She began to revel in the newly rediscovered pleasure of sharing a toy with Bellatrix.
Bellatrix laughed as Narcissa began to truly play with their pet. She so enjoyed watching her seemingly genteel sister put men through their paces. She knew Lucius would not have allowed this sort of play, and just the thought that he had kept her sister in a prison of her own all these years made Bellatrix clench her jaw in anger. She strapped the harness around her hips with slightly more force than was necessary, unknowingly leaving marks on her skin.
She walked to the bed, catching Narcissa’s gaze with her own, watching those beautiful eyes flare wide as Narcissa saw what she was wearing. Bellatrix smirked and said, “Prepare him for me, darling?”
Narcissa’s light laughter was full of approval as she pushed their pet—still writhing with pain—onto his back, forcing his legs up. Bellatrix watched as Narcissa scratched lightly at the tightly furled opening of his body, pulling against the rim of it occasionally, before she thrust her thumb into the opening, drawing another hiss from the man. Bellatrix could tell from the way he tried to struggle that he was close to throwing off the compulsion, so she climbed back onto the bed, curving her body around his as she placed her lips at his ear, renewing the spell, whispering the words over and over until he was lax against her, moaning and twitching as the spell took away his reluctance, leaving only his lust behind.
She sat up and straddled his chest, placing the tip of the thick, long purple dildo at his lips, commanding him to lick. She rolled her hips when his lips parted eagerly, making short thrusts into his mouth, praising him slightly even as she drew her fingers over the cuts she had recently made. “Yes, good pet, that’s right, take it.”
She glanced over her shoulder at Narcissa and saw that she was still playing with their pet, now spreading thick globs of lubricant over and around his hole. “Hurry, Cissy, I want to take him soon.”
Narcissa’s head jerked up then, and Bellatrix saw how much she had been affected by what she was doing. “While he takes me,” she commanded, voice firm. “I want to watch you take him while he takes me,” she said again.
Bellatrix closed her eyes and rolled her hips again, vision blurring as raw lust slammed through her once more. Leaning down, she looked into their pet’s eyes as she asked, “And would you like that, pet? Would you like to pound into Narcissa, slake your passion on her, while I take you?” She watched as the blue of his eyes was almost overwhelmed by black. When he bucked under her with a low growl, she tossed her head back and released a nearly screaming laugh.
She turned then, movements almost a blur as she tackled Narcissa to the bed, crushing her pale lips in a bruising kiss. Pulling back, she promised, “I’m going to fuck him so hard, you’ll
be able to feel me.” She moved again then, sliding behind Narcissa on the big bed and commanding their pet with her eyes and voice to, “Take her now!”
Narcissa reached up and dragged Bellatrix’ head down, kissing her deeply, sucking on her tongue as their pet rocked the bed with his first forceful thrust. Narcissa’s scream of pleasure was muted by Bellatrix’ mouth on hers, so reluctantly she pulled away and moved down to the end of the bed again, gripping their pet’s hips harshly as she commanded him to, “Stop.”
When he continued to thrust, albeit slower, she hissed at him and reached up, grasping one of his nipples in a fierce hold. His back bowed at the pain, but he did finally stop. With a wicked grin at Narcissa, Bellatrix conjured a small piece of metal. Leaning up, she bit the lobe of their pet’s ear just as she viciously pinched the metal into the flesh of his nipple, drawing a sharp cry of pain from him.
Narcissa laughed and rolled her hips, saying, “Don’t lose interest now
, pet. We’ve still a long way to go.”
Bellatrix found the lubricant on the pillows and slathered a generous amount onto the dildo attached to her harness. As she did so, she felt the small nubbin on the underside rub against her clit. For a moment, she simply closed her eyes and held onto the dildo with both hands as she ground her hips, pleasure spiking through her. But Narcissa was becoming impatient and eventually demanded, “Take him now, Bella! I want to watch you use him. I want to see his eyes cloud with pleasure while you… while you fuck
Bellatrix shuddered and nodded, moving quickly behind their pet, pushing his shoulders down as she lined up behind him. Grasping his hips once more, she watched as the purple dildo butted against the small opening, then drove forward with one clean, powerful thrust. He shouted and nearly collapsed against Narcissa, but Bellatrix’ hold on him was strong and sure. She was flush against his backside, the nubbin once again sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her, making her perfectly content to simply rotate her hips against his, grinding roughly against his arse.
After a moment of that, Narcissa once more gave voice to her impatience and Bellatrix pulled back, jerking on their pet’s hips as she did so. With a short grunt and forceful thrust of her hips, she slammed back into him, pushing him forcefully into Narcissa and pulling sounds of mingled pain and pleasure from them both. She set the rhythm with that first true thrust and within moments her back was glistening with sweat as she pushed them all to the very limit and beyond.
Narcissa was the first to come, and the livid red lines her fingernails left down their pet’s back spiked Bellatrix’ desire ever higher until the bed was groaning under her thrusts. Bellatrix was close, so close, and she focused on those marks of Narcissa’s passion as she slammed over and over into their pet, bruising her clitoris with her vigorous movements. When he stiffened and came under her, pulling away from her to drive into Narcissa, Bellatrix reached her hands around and twisted at the nipple clamp, adding a spike pain to his ultimate pleasure. His small moan pushed her over the edge, and she slammed forward again, rubbing nearly frantically against him as her orgasm rolled over her.
She barely had the presence of mind to hit the release lever on the harness, leaving the dildo firmly imbedded in their pet’s arse as she fell in a bundle of limbs to Narcissa’s side. She felt a cool hand brush her hair back from her face and she opened blurry, heavy lidded eyes to see Narcissa smiling softly at her. Gesturing to where their pet lay on the other side of her, she said, “Do you think we might heal him? He is so very beautiful, after all.”
Bellatrix tried to summon the energy to pout, but she’d never been able to deny her beloved sister anything, especially at times like this. “Only if you promise that I can mark him whenever I like.”
Narcissa’s laugh trilled through the room, even as Bellatrix incanted the healing spells over their senseless pet. The lines of congealed blood disappeared, but the original scars formed, puckering the skin once again.
“Ah, cursed wounds. I’m sorry, my love, but it appears our beauty shall be keeping his flaws.”
Narcissa sighed in disappointment even as Bellatrix reached over her to trail her fingers over the ridged flesh. “So beautiful.”