lunalelle (lunalelle) wrote in hpdesmutathon, @ 2008-05-15 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | bellatrix, fic, narcissa |
FIC: Puppetmaster (Bellatrix/Narcissa) for alyxbradford
Title: Puppetmaster
Gift for: alyxbradford
Pairing: Bellatrix/Narcissa
Rating: Hard R
Word count: Appx. 1700 words
Warnings: Blackcest, bondage, breath-play, dub-con
Disclaimer: if they had been mine, things would have ended differently
Summary: Bellatrix needs Narcissa to understand a few things before she gets married.
Author’s Note: I tried my best to ensure that I was consistent with the timeline of historic events. If I’m not, please consider it slightly AU ;)
Having applied her makeup, Narcissa was finishing her hair when her bedroom door opened. Only one person would be so presumptuous as to enter uninvited on this day, so Narcissa didn’t bother breaking her activity to greet her visitor. She touched her wand repeatedly to her hair and murmured the required spell. Each section curled and rose into the bundle of locks on her crown. Her visitor stood in the center of the room, arms crossed, tapping her foot. Narcissa hid her smile as she continued. When she was finished, she set the wand on the vanity and looked at her visitor through the mirror. Her smile was tight and arrogant.
“May I help you, Bellatrix?” The other woman’s demeanor shifted visibly and she spread her arms.
“Oh, no, dear sister. I have come to help you.” She wandered to where the white dress robe was hanging and ran her hand along the lace sleeve. “Surely you need some help getting dressed today.”
“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.” Narcissa picked up her wand again to charm a few fresh flowers into her cascade of pale curls. “Andy will be here any moment to do just that.”
“I’m afraid not,” Bellatrix shook her head as she fingered the ribbon stays of the corset. Narcissa’s eyes narrowed slightly as her smile faltered. “Andy’s got her hands full with that half-blood brat of hers. I told her I would look after you and discharged her from her duties.”
“I see,” she said with a note of caution in her voice. Bellatrix picked up the corset that was lying on the bed and turned back to her sister. “How thoughtful of you.”
“Now be a good girl, Cissy, and come get dressed for your wedding.”
Knowing from years of experience that at certain times it was best to just let Bella do what it was she wanted to do, and this was going to be one of those times, Narcissa rose obediently and walked over to her sister. If she was lucky, whatever she was plotting would be relatively enjoyable. If she was unlucky… Well, either way it was best to get to it as quickly as possible. Under Bella’s scrutinizing gaze, she shed the silk robe. She waited, naked except for a white garter-belt and stockings.
“No knickers? How perfectly naughty of you, sister dear.” Bellatrix raised an eyebrow and Narcissa’s breath caught in her throat. It was going to be that kind of game, was it?
“It was Lucius’s idea.” Her blush faded when she saw Bellatrix’s eyes harden. Mentioning Lucius had been a misstep, and now she was going to suffer the consequences. She wasn’t sure how, but the game had suddenly changed. Bellatrix twirled her fingers to suggest that Narcissa turn around and she cautiously complied, however reluctant she was to turn her back on her sister at that moment.
“Arms up.” Bellatrix stepped close behind her and lowered the loosely-laced corset around her body. She began pulling the laces tight. Narcissa exhaled slowly, emptying her lungs and collapsing her ribcage. The sweet pressure as she inhaled against the bond washed over her and she closed her eyes.
“I almost had him, you know.” Narcissa’s eyes flew open but she held her tongue, grateful that her back was to the mirror and Bellatrix had not seen her reaction. “Your fiancé. He was going to be mine until Andy ran off with that wretched creature. The Dark Lord was suddenly concerned about our family. Worried we might have more blood traitors or muggle-lovers in our ranks, He wasn’t sure we were worthy of a union with the Malfoy line. That is why I was married to Rodolphus. I did it to stay close to Him, to demonstrate to Him at every opportunity how loyal and worthy we were and to help secure your place as well.”
“Bella, I—“ Narcissa’s protest was cut short as the laces were pulled even tighter. Her sister stepped closer behind her. Her breath was warm and damp along Narcissa’s neck.
“I convinced Him that you were strong like me. I told Him how you spent your days dreaming of becoming Lucius’s wife, of bearing him fine sons to carry on both lines. I convinced them both that you were worthy of his attention, even as Sirius threatened to destroy His faith in our line.” Narcissa struggled against the too-tight corset, and Bellatrix grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her with one hand. The other arm snaked across the front of the corset, up to her neck. The more she struggled, the tighter the hand gripped at her neck. She managed a weak whimper before stilling. Bellatrix kissed her just behind her ear: a reward for her good behavior. “And I saw your fantasies. I saw how proud you were when you first turned his noble head your direction. I wanted you to think that you had done it on your own, even though without me, you never would have had a chance. I kept you from spreading your legs for him like a common slut for as long as I could.”
Her hand closed tighter and her nails pressed into Narcissa’s flesh. Spots appeared on the edges of her vision as Bellatrix’s voice became deeper, angrier. “And I knew when you disobeyed me. I saw his interest wane, just as I told you it would. I went to Him myself, to encourage the union that would secure all our places.”
Bellatrix released Narcissa’s arms and pulled the two of them together so that even if she’d wanted to, Narcissa couldn’t have reached the laces and given her lungs a chance to expand. She fought against the urge to cry out in protest, knowing it would only exhaust her dwindling supply of air. The arm that hand been pressing her close relaxed its hold and followed her curves down past the edge of corset and across her hip. She braced herself for a slap, a pinch, or some other painful action from her sister and gasped when the hand slipped deftly between her legs. She bucked as a finger and then another swiftly entered her and stretched her.
“Such a good girl,” Bellatrix purred as her anger dissipated in the wake of her sister’s response. “So loyal and obedient, and knows her place so very well. I told The Dark Lord that you would make Lucius a fine wife. That you were ready to take your place within His inner circle, and that you were eager to erase the awful stain on our name that Andy and that dog had made.”
“Bella, please—“
“So remember tonight, my sweet, sweet sister, when he’s filling you with his seed and you feel you finally have everything you think you want in this world. Remember that you would have had nothing, if I hadn’t made it happen.”
Bellatrix released her grip on Narcissa’s neck just before the blonde was about to lose consciousness. Narcissa’s arms flailed feebly at her sides, unable to grip onto her sister as her knees buckled. Bellatrix guided her onto the bed while Narcissa tried to fill her lungs. The corset had been laced too tight for her gain much more than the minimal amount she required to keep from passing out. Bellatrix followed her down and straddled her. Her deep violet dress robes spread around them as she pressed their cores together with only a thin layer of satin separating them. Narcissa’s arms lay limp on the bed, unable to protest or encourage as Bellatrix leaned down to kiss her, stealing the precious breath she was still desperately in need of.
Bearing most of her weight on her legs and one arm, Bellatrix’s other arm moved between their bodies. Her thumb rubbed against her own clit as her fingers pressed back inside her sister. Narcissa bucked her hips again and again, heightening the sensation for them both. Bellatrix nipped and sucked her way from Narcissa’s mouth, along her jaw, back up to her ear. Narcissa responded as best she could with small whimpers as her ribs pressed painfully against her bonds. As Bellatrix’s hand moved faster between them, Narcissa’s pleasure climbed higher. It blended with the pain in her chest and she squeezed her eyes shut, pressing out the darkened edges of her sight. She felt her body break out into a clammy sweat in a single instant, and with a weak cry, her orgasm overtook her.
Bellatrix rode out her own orgasm as the fog gently cleared from Narcissa’s mind. She finally relaxed in her sister’s presence, knowing that Bella had done everything she’d come in to do. She complied as she was pulled to sitting. With a few quick tugs on the corset, Narcissa was able to breathe properly again. Bellatrix lightly dabbed at the sweat off Narcissa’s temples and her upper lip. She pulled her wand from her pocket and replaced the few strands of hair that had become disheveled.
Narcissa rose as Bellatrix lifted the dress robe off its hanger. She stepped silently into the underskirts and stood still as Bellatrix buttoned the robe up her back. When she had finished, Bellatrix turned Narcissa back towards the mirror so she could admire herself. Bellatrix smiled, proud of her handiwork and wrapped her arms around her sister again. A small giggle-like sound escaped her as she hugged her.
“You will not disappoint me, dear sister.” It was a statement and not request even though her tone was light and giddy. “You will restore this family’s honor and you never give either of them any reason to be displeased with you.”
“I promise I will not disappoint any of you, Bella.” She tuned and kissed her sister on the cheek. “I will become a Malfoy today, but I have always been, and shall always be a Black, and your dearest sister.”