fantasia_mod (fantasia_mod) wrote in fall_fantasia, @ 2008-09-10 09:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic post08 |
Fantasy #10 for roma_fics
Title: The Fine Line (Between Pleasure & Pain)
Author: ragdoll
Recipient: roma_fics
Pairing: Bellatrix Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange, Bellatrix Lestrange/Voldemort
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4330
Summary: Bellatrix Lestrange is a dutiful daughter of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, even marrying a man she does not love for the sake of her family. But when Lord Voldemort summons her for private lessons, she risks it all to prove her loyalty.
Disclaimer: It's not my sandbox, I only play in it. All characters belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Raincoast, Scholastic, Warner Bros. et al. All situations/words belong to me.
Highlight for Warnings: *Bondage, dominance, discipline, flogging, anal play, sex toys, blood play, adultery, humiliation, blindfolds*
AN: This is for roma_fics who said she wanted to see "Bella/Voldemort set before the events that start canon, and to see how Voldemort recruited Bella and a bit of their relationship before he went Vapor and she went to Azkaban." I hope this fulfills your fantasies.
Thanks to the usual suspects, particularly the incomparable E. who was there for me when I needed her most, and unbroken_halo for her fabulous beta-ing skills.
She lay beneath her husband, listening to him huff and puff and grunt as he thrust into her, awkwardly and over-enthusiastically. Bellatrix bit back the urge to yawn or sigh as he clutched at her, wheezing like a fish on the sand. She hated this part of married life more than any other; Rodolphus was not who or what she wanted. He never would be, nor could he ever be.
Bella supposed it wasn't truly Rodolphus' fault he was such a dullard. He was a typical inbred, pure-blooded prat with no true ambition or direction in life. He held the right attitudes and beliefs, of course. His family had been supportive of Lord Voldemort for years -- they were an old family and people of means, but the Lestranges had never really distinguished themselves, not once over the course of several centuries. Unlike her own family, the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. They were toujours pur, the closest thing to royalty the Wizarding world would ever have.
She had done more for Rodolphus's status just by agreeing to be his wife than he could ever have done for her. She knew she was being treated as chattel, as a commodity, but her parents had insisted on the marriage, and there had been no recourse. Bella had accepted the situation with considerable grace. She was not an idealistic creature like her younger sisters, Andromeda and Narcissa. She had not expected to love her husband or even particularly want him. Andromeda could rail against an arranged marriage (at least until she finished school this year), and Narcissa could wax romantic over the foppish Lucius Malfoy (a betrothal turned pitiful love match), but that sort of preposterous behaviour was beyond Bella. She understood her duty to her family, and their name was the only thing of importance in this matter -- so here she was, lying beneath this dolt, desperately wishing Rodolphus would hurry up and have done with it before she died of boredom. It had to be soon -- it never took him very long.
"Bella," Rodolphus gasped, still pumping frantically. "Oh, Bella..." She felt the hot rush of his release between her legs, and then her husband slumped forward, burying his sweaty face in the crook of her neck. "My Bella, my sweet, sweet Bella..."
Bella wanted to shove him off her and go tearing off to the bathroom to clean up, to remove every last trace of Rodolphus from her body, but she knew that would not do. Women of the Black family did not behave in such a manner, least of all Bellarix. At least she was secure in the knowledge that the daily potions she took with breakfast would prevent any child of his from growing in her womb. The fool believed them to be fertility philtres, given to her by a healer at St Mungo's to aid in conception. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. The last thing Bella wanted was to be a brood mare. She could feel her lip curling up in contempt, her stomach roiling at the thought of carrying a miniature Rodolphus in her belly.
She waited for him to finish; his normal nightly routine consisted of rolling off her and promptly falling asleep, and tonight was no different. At her first opportunity, Bella slipped out of bed, heading towards her bathroom, desperate to remove any sign of him. A hot bath did the trick, steam rising from the fragrant, foamy water as she lowered herself into the tub. Her long dark hair spread out behind her as she leaned back, letting the scalding water wash away Rodolphus' foul scent and seed from her skin.