"Bitch," Narcissa/Tonks, NC-17 Title: Bitch Author:kethlenda Rating: NC-17 Pairings: Narcissa/Tonks with voyeur!Lucius, implied past Remus/Tonks and Remus/Tonks/Sirius Warnings: AU, non-con, incest, dirty talk, name-calling, mention of a canon character death Word Count: 1000 Notes: This is dedicated to violet_quill, and I'll explain why later. ♥
She's sinking again.
It's the most delicious sort of drowsiness, a falling away of everything. Dad's face swims before her vision, all those dusty stories he used to tell about camping and the Boy Scouts--remember, Dora, if you're stranded somewhere in the cold and suddenly you feel warm and sleepy, you've got to go on--and somehow Mad-Eye's there too, shouting fight this fight this you've got to do better than this, and then they fade like a dream forgotten on waking.
She can't see Dad or Mad-Eye anymore. She doesn't remember why--her memory's all grey mist these days--but she knows it's something sad.
"On your hands and knees," says Narcissa, smiling coolly.
Tonks feels like she's moving through water, like the way it is in dreams. The marble floor is hard and chill against her palms and knees. She doesn't remember taking her clothes off, doesn't know where they've gone.
"Yes, that's a good little bitch." Narcissa ruffles Tonks's hair, and Tonks feels herself leaning into the touch. There's a voice at the back of her head, screaming, muffled.
Lucius is in his usual chair, licking his lips and rubbing his hand almost absently over the bulge in his trousers. "Fuck her, Cissy."
"Patience, Lucius."
Narcissa bends down until her lips brush the shell of Tonks's ear, a whisper of a touch. Tonks shivers, and feels a tingle beginning in her nipples and between her thighs. Narcissa's breath tickles her in a soft slow rhythm. "Tell me," Narcissa whispers, "did you ever let them both take you at once?"
"Them," murmurs Tonks, struggling through the grey mist to search for meaning.
Narcissa laughs quietly. "The dogs, my little bitch. The dogs."
Tonks catches, for a moment, the flash of eyes through the mist: two of silver-grey and two of gold-touched hazel. Two secrets, weren't there? What she said about dogs...
Fingers lightly circle her nipples, and pinch when they grow hard under the touch. Tonks gasps and bites her lip and feels like this is wrong somehow, that there's something she's supposed to remember about Narcissa, about Lucius, but the fingers are trailing down her belly now, tugging at the curls between her legs, and she hears her own voice moaning, feels her body writhe to press against those fingers.
"Like an animal in heat," purrs Narcissa, plunging two fingers deep inside Tonks's cunt. "Did they fuck you like this, ma chienne, like the bestial creature you are?"
"Of course they did," says Lucius, his voice strangled, and Tonks looks up to find that he's unbuttoned his flies; she can see his fist clenched tight around the redder skin of his cock, moving up and down his length. "Mudbloods and blood traitors and werewolves, all of them nothing but...nnggghhh...rutting beasts..." The head of his cock is shining with fluid now, and he keeps stroking, wetting himself from head to root with pre-come.
"Did they?" Narcissa thrusts her fingers in and out harder, and her voice has the hint of a growl to it. Tonks feels anger rising within herself, uncoiling from shadows, and even as her treasonous body cries out for release, she starts to remember, and the first thing she remembers is being bent over like this, shameless like this, but wanting it, and their husky feral laughter in the dark. Thinking of them, she grows wetter still, and her clit throbs demandingly.
"Yes. Yes, they did," she cries through gritted teeth, unwilling to deny that love or the first true scrap of memory in Merlin knows how long.
Narcissa's laugh is like poisoned chocolate. "What a filthy little whore you are, little Dora."
Don't call me that, she thinks, and clings to the thought like driftwood. It's another real one. Hold it, don't let go.
"They're all..." Lucius is pumping himself furiously now, his face flushed scarlet, his hand moving furiously. "All nothing but whores."
"Would you like me to make you come, my little bitch?"
No, not you, says the part of Tonks that's real, that's floating somewhere in the abyss trying to come home, but the part of her that's here, the part of her that's flesh, says, "Yes."
"Beg me." Narcissa's fingers are slippery from Tonks's cunt, and they slide over her clit in a brief silken brush. It's not enough to soothe her, just enough to stoke the fire, and then Narcissa withdraws and leaves her wanting.
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please bring me off."
"It's more than you deserve," says Lucius, and then his mouth contorts soundlessly, his body jerking in the chair as come spills over his hand and his trousers.
"Please."
She shatters the moment Narcissa presses a finger hard against her clit. She catches her breath, Narcissa's laughter ringing in her ears, and with the madness of arousal gone, she knows there is nothing here for her but disdain.
"The Dark Lord," she says suddenly, more memories rising broken to the surface. "I thought he lost."
Narcissa smiles and brushes Tonks's cheek; her hand is musky with Tonks's scent. "He did, and good riddance to that disgusting creature. We're much better off without him, wouldn't you say?"
Lucius looks up from cleaning himself with a monogrammed handkerchief. "Certainly, my love."
"We've been pardoned, and now we may do as we please."
Tonks shakes her head to clear the last of the mist. "Someone'll find me. Someone'll figure out I'm here."
"There is no one, little Dora, no one at all."
"My mum..."
"Is mourning your tragic, untimely death."
"My husband..."
"Food for the worms, my dear." Narcissa's words are a knife to the gut.
"My son." She's no fool; she knows a baby can't save her, but she has to know if he's safe.
"Will never know you."
"Fuck both of you," Tonks says.
Narcissa and Lucius exchange a look, and Tonks has a fraction of a moment to notice that Lucius is raising his wand.