[FIC] Black Obsessions, Black Hearts :: Sirius/Andromeda, Others | gift for tristesses Title: Black Obsessions, Black Hearts Author: Recipient:tristesses Pairing: Sirius/Andromeda (unrequited), Sirius/Bellatrix, Sirius/Narcissa, Bellatrix/Narcissa (and a hint of Regulus/Bellatrix and others) Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~7500 Warnings: Extreme dub-con, bondage, D/s (femme Dom, male submission), anal play, strap-ons, pegging, verbal humiliation, incest, a dash of femmeslash, dark fic Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: When Sirius Black receives a note from his favourite cousin begging desperately for help, he can't possibly refuse her. That's when his troubles begin… Author's Notes:tristesses, thanks for a very challenging set of prompts. I hope I've done them justice and that you like the end result. Mad love to my fantastic hand-holders and betas: R., M. and S. Without them, there would be no story. And to thescarletwoman for having the patience of several saints.
The last thing Sirius Black remembered was a blinding flash, and then...darkness. Awareness began to creep in as he opened his eyes, his head pounding as if being used as a giant's drum. Wherever he was now, it was dark and cool and dank; the air was damp and smelled slightly of rot, and Sirius thought he could hear the moisture dripping off stone somewhere in the distance. He felt cold, rough stone beneath him, perhaps on some sort of platform. Attempting to sit up, Sirius discovered he couldn't move; his arms were bound above his head, his feet spread wide apart. And he was most definitely naked.
~*~
Sirius,
I need you. Meet me at the Hog's Head tonight.
Yours always,
A.
the letter had said, written in Andromeda's neat hand. He had memorized that handwriting years ago, along with the familiar floral fragrance that clung to the small piece of parchment like a lover. He would recognize her scent anywhere.
And so he had gone to the Hog's Head to find her, the cousin he'd loved since he was a small boy, the only sane member of the Black family. He'd told no one he was going, not even his best friend, James. Prongs wouldn't have understood, and neither would the others — Peter and Moony. The three of them would only have taken the piss. Well, perhaps Remus wouldn't have, but he'd have given Sirius a stern lecture on why it was wrong to still be carrying a torch for his cousin, especially one who was six years older and very, very married. That was the last thing he'd wanted to hear.
Andromeda had met him at the inn, her face obscured by the hood of a dark cloak. In the dim light, she'd looked haunted and lost, pale with dark circles under her eyes. They'd taken a table in a darkened corner, away from prying eyes and ears.
"Oh, Sirius..." she'd started, her voice quavering. "Thank you for meeting me. I didn't know who else to turn to—"
"Dromeda, what's the matter?" Sirius asked. It worried him to see her like this — usually she was as cool, calm and collected as the day was long. "What's happened?"
"T-ted and I, we had an awful row tonight—" Andromeda replied, her hands shaking. "I can't stay with him any longer, Sirius. I just can't."
Andromeda had run off with Ted Tonks as soon as she'd left school rather than going back to her parents, Sirius's Auntie Druella and Uncle Cygnus; they had eloped and had a daughter in short order. Sirius had never cared for Ted — he was loud, boisterous and rough-mannered — and had only tolerated him because Dromeda had professed to being truly, madly and deeply in love with him. Now it seemed Sirius had been right about the bastard in the first place. He had been completely wrong for the cultured, refined and introspective Andromeda.
"Has he hurt you?" Sirius took her hand in his. "Because if he has, I'll—"
She bit her lip in response, lowering her head in shame. That was all the answer Sirius needed.
"I'll kill him," he growled. "I'll fucking kill him."
"I-it was my fault," she said hastily. "I told him I thought I'd made a terrible mistake and he just went spare on me!" Andromeda choked back a sob. "I never should have married that Mu—Ted. I realise now I'm just not cut out for that life."
"But—," Sirius started. "I thought you loved him. And Nymphadora —"
"It's not that I don't love them," Andromeda sighed. "I just thought I was able to handle married life, but I'm not. At least not with someone who isn't Pureblood. Ted's a Muggleborn, and no matter how hard he tries, he'll never truly be one of us. He doesn't want the same things I do, the things we do." She looked up, her dark eyes welling with tears. "He's not like you, Sirius."
Sirius felt a frisson of arousal running up his spine. "No one's like me," he said with a casual shrug. He was happy to see that elicited the ghost of a smile on Andromeda's full lips. "You ought to know that by now."
"I do." Andromeda's fingers tightened around him, her thumb brushing lightly over his knuckles.
He shifted in his seat, his skin burning at her touch. "You can't go back to him tonight. I don't think it'd be safe. What about Nymphadora? Will she be all right with him?"
Andromeda drew in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "I left her with her father, with T-ted, but I know he'd never hurt her. He adores his daughter." She frowned slightly, a crease appearing between her brows. "He spoils her terribly, teaches her all about ridiculous Muggle things, as if she'd ever need to know! I tell him she's a witch, not a Muggle child, that our ways are different, but he never listens."
"As long as she's not in any danger," Sirius replied softly. "We can sort all that out later."
She nodded, then sniffled. "Thank you, Sirius."
"Have you got a place to stay?" he asked in concern.
"I—" Andromeda sniffled again. "I was going to stay here—" There was an almost imperceptible wrinkle of her nose as she glanced around the room. Sirius couldn't imagine her actually being comfortable sleeping in such a manky place as this.
"Nonsense," he argued, giving her hand a firm squeeze. "You deserve better, Dromeda. You'll come home with me. I've got a house of my own now," he said proudly. "Bought it with the money Uncle Alphard left me."
Andromeda sighed in relief. "Thank you, Sirius. You're my knight in shining armour. Truly." She leaned across the rickety table and kissed him quickly on the mouth. The sensation was sweeter than he'd ever imagined.
"Anything for my favourite cousin," he breathed.
She reached up with her free hand, giving his cheek a gentle caress. "I've always been very fond of you too."
Impulsively, he moved to kiss her on the cheek, but at that moment, she turned her head, his mouth finding hers instead. This time her lips lingered on his, until Sirius pulled away in confusion.
"Sorry," he blurted. "I didn't mean to—"
She smiled at him knowingly, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Of course you did. You've wanted to kiss me for a very long time, Sirius. I remember how you used to look at me when we were children..."
"I—" Sirius suddenly found himself uncharacteristically flustered and at a loss for words. He gave himself a mental kick; this was not the time for his usual charm with women to falter.
Dromeda's smile widened, as if she could read his thoughts. His very wicked thoughts. "The way you're looking at me now?" she teased.
His breath momentarily hitched in his throat, then he forced himself to regain his bravado. "Pretty much, except now I'd actually know what to do with you once I caught you. I'm not a kid anymore"
"Oh?" Dromeda looked at him with half-lidded eyes, her voice growing husky with desire. "And what would you do with me?"
"Merlin's pants, woman," he managed. "You are not playing fair at all."
"When have you ever known a Slytherin to play fair when she's after something she wants?" Andromeda's free hand was suddenly on his knee, her fingers slowly walking their way up the length of his thigh.
Sirius barked out a short laugh, still not quite believing his luck. He had been dreaming about this moment since he'd been old enough to realise how brilliant girls were. "Never?"
She was nose to nose with him, her breath warm as it ghosted against his cheek. "Never."
He threw all caution to the wind and pulled her to him, kissing her hard this time. She responded in kind, leaving him breathless.
They had gotten out of there as quickly as they could, Andromeda pulling Sirius into the back alley behind the Hog's Head and pushing him against the wall with surprising strength. Her heated kisses were full of passion and promises of far more intriguing delights. He could hardly wait.
It was agonizing to pull away from her and lead her towards his motorbike. The sooner they got away from the pub and back to his flat, the better. Sirius turned towards the bike, yanking his wand from his pocket to start the motor...
and then the world had exploded into a flash of bright red, and he'd awoken here.
~*~
The sound of footsteps in the distance made Sirius jump, his pulse beginning to race. He heard the scraping of wood against stone, and the creaking of rusty metal hinges, a door opening as if it hadn't been used in a long time. There was a faint light moving towards him; a lantern, or perhaps the lighted end of a wand.
"Who is it?" he rasped, his tongue thick in his mouth.
"Oh, Sirius..." His heart leapt at the sound; it was Andromeda.
"Dromeda, what happened? Why am I...?"
His cousin came into view, swathed in a heavy cloak, her features barely visible in the dim light. "Oh, you poor thing. Look at you, all trussed up like a Christmas turkey." There was something odd about her tone, a hint of mockery tingeing her words.
"Where am I?" he asked. "What happened after we left the pub? Did they let you go?"
"You're somewhere safe, dearest." She laid a hand on his shoulder, her fingers cool and soft against his skin. To his embarrassment, his cock immediately began to twitch, and there was nothing he could do to hide it.
"But..."
"Shhhh." Andromeda lowered her face to his, her lips brushing across his mouth. "You mustn't fret, my love. You're in good hands. Very good hands." She let out a giggle, her hands skimming down his bare chest.
He struggled against his bonds to no avail. "Have you gone mad?" His immediate thought was that she'd been put under an Imperius or had been threatened in some way.
To his astonishment, she broke into real laughter, the sound cruel and taunting. It made his skin crawl.
"Andromeda, what have they done to you?"
"Sirius, you always were an utter and trusting fool," Andromeda sneered. Her hands reached his groin, her nails raking up the length of his shaft, causing him to grow even harder.
He groaned, trying to ignore the sensation, but his body refused to cooperate. Being a seventeen year old boy meant that it generally took far less than this to arouse him, even if Sirius liked to think he had more control.
Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, Andromeda shook her head in dismay. "You still haven't sussed it out yet, have you?"
Sirius bit his lower lip, stifling another moan. He had no clue as to why she was tormenting him this way. As much as he'd dreamed of being in an intimate situation with his cousin over the years, this was not exactly how he'd imagined it.
It might have been a trick of the half-light, but Andromeda's dark, half-lidded eyes seemed to narrow, taking on a cold, calculating appearance, while her hair grew thicker and blacker. Her fingers tightened around his cock, beginning to move in slow, deliberate strokes.
He tried to focus on her face; it was difficult to do when Andromeda's free hand was now cupping his balls, tugging and twisting them with considerable expertise. Her cheeks were more angular, her lips considerably thinner, a spiteful smirk playing up on them. "N-no," he gasped, arching his back. "You can't be—"
His cousin Bellatrix pulled the hood of her cloak back, then raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "Can't I?"
Sirius attempted to jerk out of her grasp, but the restraints held fast. "You deceitful bitch!" he spat.
Bellatrix laughed, giving his balls a rough squeeze. "Given the position you find yourself in, my dear Sirius, you might consider treading a bit more carefully. I wouldn't want to hurt you." There was a pause. "Yet." Her eyes roved over his naked body, her smile growing wider. "You are such a lovely toy. I'd hate to have to break you too quickly."
Sirius swallowed hard, knowing she spoke the truth. "Why?"
"Why what? Why are you here? Why haven't I killed you yet?" Bellatrix cooed. "Really, cousin, you're incredibly dim. Despite the fact that you're a filthy blood traitor, you are still one of us. A Pureblood and more importantly, a Black. My Lord has given me permission to try and persuade you to see things our way. If you're a good boy, perhaps we'll let you go. If not, well..." She gave a diffident shrug.
"Never," he growled.
"We shall see." She laughed again, the sound echoing off the stone dungeon walls. " I never imagined it would have been so easy, of course. I always suspected you fancied Dromeda — you were always so frightfully transparent — but honestly, it was like leading a lamb to the slaughter. A little Polyjuice, a few kisses and the hope for something more," she snapped her fingers, "and you were all mine."
Leaning down, she kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth. Sirius wrenched away with a hiss of disgust, spitting at her.
Bellatrix released her hold on his balls, swinging her arm up to slap him hard before wiping the glob of spittle off her cheek. She was no longer smiling. "I said I wouldn't want to hurt you, Sirius. That doesn't mean I won't."
Before he could manage a retort, she'd whipped her wand out, pointing it at his chest.
"Crucio!"
Sirius screamed as a wave of excruciating, indescribable pain washed over his body, boring into every fibre of his being. Straining against his bonds, he balled his fists and arched his back, trying vainly to twist away from the unbearable sensation.
"Not so brave now, are you, cousin?" Bellatrix snarled. "But still so much fun to play with."
She withdrew her wand and the pain stopped as suddenly as it had started. Her eyes flickered down to his cock, still visibly hard. "Interesting," she commented, then let out a throaty laugh.. "Most men would be as limp as an eel by now, but you...you seem to like the pain, don't you?"
Sirius lay back, panting with relief, refusing to give her an answer.
Bellatrix's smile grew predatory. Her hand stayed anchored on his shaft, her strokes growing faster and rougher.
It was almost impossible to fight the urge to move his hips, to pump into her hand, but Sirius refused to give her the satisfaction.
"Look at me." Bella grabbed his chin, forcing his face towards her, then reached up for the clasp of her cloak. There was a swish of fabric as the heavy velvet cloak slid off her shoulders onto the floor, revealing her naked form, as pale as marble, beneath it. Bella was tall and slender with narrow hips and long, shapely legs, her breasts small and pointed. He tried not to wince as he saw the Dark Mark marring the otherwise perfect and white skin of her arm. "When we were girls, everyone thought Andromeda and I were twins. We'd share our clothes and pretend to be one another...so really, it was so simple to be her for you, cousin. The Polyjuice potion only enhanced what was already there."
"You could never be her," Sirius said between gritted teeth. "Never in a million years."
"And yet, you were so easily fooled." She licked her lips hungrily, then tossed her long hair off her face. "Is this what you imagined she looked like?" Bellatrix let go of him long enough to turn around, giving him a full view of her body as she undulated sinuously. "I don't mind if you want to imagine I'm Andromeda instead."
He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, trying to block out the sight of her. His body was on fire, the after effects of the Crucio mingled with the embarrassing flood of lust coursing through his body. As much as he hated Bellatrix, he was still a seventeen year old boy who could barely control his urges, and she was still a beautiful woman. A beautiful naked woman standing only a few feet away.
"Just think of all the pleasures I could give you if you joined us, Sirius," Bellatrix breathed as she climbed up on the slab and settled between his legs. She began to kiss up the length of his thigh, her nails dragging along the sensitive skin. "You could have anyone you wanted. Even Andromeda. She would be my gift to you."
"Fuck off," he managed, his words turning to whimpers as she ran her tongue over his balls, then spiralled up the length of his cock.
"No. I don't think so," Bellatrix replied before sliding the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue flickering against it. Sirius groaned; this time, his hips pushed up of their own accord, thrusting him deep within her mouth. Bella clamped her lips around him, engulfing him as she applied intense pressure.
That elicited a loud moan from Sirius as he drew back, then bucked up again. He was ashamed of his reaction to her ministrations, but was unable to stop. It felt too good. He shifted beneath her, thrusting up frantically, desperate for release.
Bella released his cock from her mouth causing Sirius to cry out in frustration. She sat back to observe him. "Honestly, Sirius," she said with a low chuckle, "You didn't actually believe I'd allow you to come so easily, now did you?"
"Bella, please..." he panted, although he was no longer sure what he was begging for.
She shimmied back off the stone slab, eyeing him with interest. "You'll have to work harder than that, dearest. Or acquiesce to my wishes. My Master would be most pleased to have you back in the loving embrace of your family rather than consorting with that filth you call your friends. You'd be an even better prize than dear, sweet Regulus..."
The mention of his brother's name was worse than a knife twisting in his gut. "Leave him alone...he's only a kid..."
"Your darling little brother came to us of his own accord, and so willingly too. You should have seen the way he looked after we'd all finished with him, so damp and flushed and spent." She leaned closer, her hot breath wafting across his cheek. "He begged for more. He was gagging for it."
"Shut up..."
"The Dark Lord was only too pleased to oblige him. Again. And again." Bella's eyes became half-lidded, her smile almost beatific as she snaked her hand down her belly and between her legs, rubbing herself obscenely. "My Master has insatiable appetites."
Somehow, Sirius found the energy to snarl, "Shut your gob, you foul whore!"
Bella's head snapped up, her expression anything but blissful now. "Crucio!"
It was even worse the second time. His vision shattered into shards of bloody crimson as his entire body was wracked with pain which seemed to go on forever. As it finally began to recede, Sirius choked back a sob.
"Oh, Sirius, you do scream so prettily," Bella observed with glee, then leaned over him, running the tip of her finger along the line of his jaw. "You're even more fun than I could ever have imagined."
"You," Sirius managed to get out, his tongue thick in his mouth, although he knew he'd pay dearly for it, "have got quite a fucked up idea of fun."
"I suppose I have," Bella cackled. "And to think, this, my dearest cousin, is only the beginning."
~*~
Two weeks had passed. Or perhaps it had been three. It was hard to tell when Sirius was not quite sure where one day ended and the next began. He had done his best to keep track of how long he'd been held captive at his cousin's house, but it had been difficult to be accurate.
He was no longer in the dungeon. After a few days in captivity, he'd managed to slip out of his bonds by transforming into Padfoot, although it had been extremely painful given his initial position. He'd attempted an escape the next time Bellatrix had come down to torment him. As soon as the door opened, he'd flung himself at her, teeth bared, and knocked her down before tearing out of his cell, desperately seeking an exit... only to be Stunned in the back by his wily cousin.
When he'd come to, he'd found himself in an elaborately decorated bedroom, a thick leather collar around his neck and a heavy length of iron chain running through a ring bolted to the floor keeping him in one place, forcing him to stay on his hands and knees. In addition, his hands were manacled at the wrists, his feet at the ankles, each set of shackles connected by another chain, limiting his movements dramatically. He'd tried to transform into his animagus form again, but to his dismay, discovered he couldn't. As she'd watched him try in frustration from her perch on the extremely comfortable looking bed, Bella had proudly boasted of her spell casting prowess. The array of spells she'd put on the collar to keep him from changing had been of her own devising. Had the assorted chains and restrains not prevented him from reaching her, he would have strangled her then and there with his bare hands.
Since then, his days and nights had been constant torture. Bella had been quite impressed by the fact that he was an unregistered Animagus, although the knowledge only became another weapon in her hands. She frequently treated him as if he were a real dog. She would paddle or whip him when it suited her, calling him a 'naughty doggie', touching him and teasing him while threatening to neuter him if he didn't do as exactly as he was told.
She'd also subjected Sirius to acts that he hoped she'd never force an actual animal to endure. A silver cock ring in the shape of a serpent had been fastened around his cock, keeping him in what seemed to be a nearly permanent state of painful, miserable erection, a condition which seemed to please his cousin far too much. She possessed a ravenous sexual appetite, using Sirius in every possible manner until he was bloody and bruised, exhausted and sore.
Sometimes, when she was feeling more magnanimous, she'd even allow him to come. Sirius had wept each and every time she granted him relief. He even began to like it. When it was over, he wasn't certain who he hated more — Bellatrix or himself.
Twice a day, a house elf would bring him food and water in a pair of silver bowls placed upon the floor, then remove them when Sirius was finished with his meal. The elf would then return bearing an antiquated chamber pot for Sirius to relieve himself in. At first he balked, demanding access to a real toilet, but when forced to choose between using the chamber pot and the bare floor, he quickly grew used to the idea of the small porcelain pot.
Another house elf would arrive daily carrying a bucket of warm soapy water and a brush, then proceed to scrub Sirius down from head to toe, grooming him as if he was some sort of prized pet. This house elf would also heal the worst of the damage Bella had inflicted upon her cousin, although the healing only seemed to inspire her to try harder to hurt him worse the next time she saw him.
"Dog must hold still and cooperate today," muttered the cleaning elf as he Apparated into the cell. It seemed as if the small, wizened creature had brought more accoutrements than usual today.
"Why is that?" Sirius growled, attempting to sound threatening, although no matter how fierce he tried to be, the house elves always remained unfazed.
The elf gave a little tut, then tugged at a lock of Sirius's hair, inspecting it closely. "Mistress has ordered Tansy to make Dog look his best today for a special guest."
Sirius felt his stomach twist into a cold, painful knot. "And who would that guest be when he's at home?" he asked with as much nonchalance as he could muster.
"Tansy does not know." The elf shrugged, then stuck his gnarled hand into the bucket to retrieve the scrubbing brush. "But Mistress needed Tansy's help to make her become most beautiful today. Mistress was very hard to please. Now Dog must please Mistress for Tansy's sake."
Reluctantly, Sirius submitted to the elf's ministrations. His whole body was scrubbed until his skin was raw, his hair washed, combed and trimmed, his face shaved smooth, and his nails cut and buffed until they shone. Tansy covered every inch of him with scented oil, massaging it in deeply until his skin was soft and smooth, smelling faintly of sandalwood and spice.
It took several inspections and repeated fussing by Tansy before the house elf looked satisfied with his handiwork.
"Dog should prepare himself for Mistress's arrival," Tansy said finally, with a nod of his head. "Mistress and her guest will want to play."
Once again, that sick feeling washed over Sirius. Bellatrix's idea of play was rarely fun for anyone but herself, and the thought of an additional guest was terrifying.
Tansy gathered up his things, then vanished from the room with a loud "pop". Sirius did his best to keep his composure, trying to convince himself that the 'guest' would not be Lord Voldemort, that it could be one of any number of people instead. Merlin knew there were more than enough Death Eaters Bellatrix was acquainted with. He swallowed hard; if today was the day he came face to face with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Sirius Black was not going out without a fight. He only wished he didn't have to do it wandless, naked and alone.
There was the sound of low voices on the other side of the heavy door followed by a key scraping in the lock. Sirius steeled himself, every muscle in his body taut.
Bellatrix swept into the room, her eyes automatically flickering down to Sirius's prone form. "Very nice," she murmured. "Very nice indeed." She was dressed as if she were due to go to a formal soiree: a form fitting black velvet gown laced up the front, silver serpent jewellery, her pallid face exquisitely painted and her dark eyes rimmed in black kohl.
The corner of Sirius's mouth curled up into a sneer of disgust, but he said nothing.
"I've brought you a surprise," she said airily, then stepped closer, extending a graceful hand towards the door. "I do hope you'll be pleased."
Sirius held his breath, then let it out in a slow exhale of relief as he saw just who Bellatrix had brought with her.
"Cissy-darling, I've got a new pet to play with." Bella let out a throaty laugh. "Isn't he magnificent?"
He felt himself blushing as Bellatrix's sister, Narcissa, gave him an appraising stare, her cool blue eyes raking over his naked body, a low growl of appreciation escaping her lips. Narcissa was four years younger, fair where Bellatrix (and Andromeda) was dark, her almost-white hair pulled up off her face and knotted into an intricate chignon. There was very little resemblance between the two sisters; Sirius's mother, Walburga, had often remarked that her brother Cygnus had most likely been cuckolded by his wife and that Narcissa's true father had undoubtedly been the local milk man.
Narcissa was also dressed as if attending a party; her gown was a deep emerald green chiffon, the bodice a matching green brocade chased with silver threads. She reached out to touch Sirius's hair gingerly, as if he were truly an unknown dog. "He is quite beautiful," she said dryly, "at least on the outside."
Bellatrix came up behind her sister and snaked one arm over her shoulder, her fingers tracing a slow line from Narcissa's throat to her chest, lingering for a moment between her breasts before sliding back up again. "Not half as beautiful as you, Cissy," she whispered.
Sirius watched as Narcissa's eyes narrowed, half-lidded in pleasure, her breath catching as Bellatrix nuzzled the back of her neck. He could feel the silver serpent constricting around his cock, a dull throbbing beginning as the sisters continued. Narcissa twisted around to meet Bellatrix, pulling her sister's head down for a searing kiss.
He was transfixed as his cousins began to kiss passionately, touching, sighing, caressing as they did. Narcissa moaned as Bellatrix sucked on her lower lip, her hands closing around Narcissa's brocade covered breasts. With ease, Bellatrix guided her sister towards the bed, sending her tumbling backwards against the soft, thick mattress. She began to lick and bite her way down the line of Narcissa's pale neck, making her sister whimper in delight.
Bellatrix began to undress her younger sister, deftly tugging off each garment before tossing it carelessly in a heap at the edge of the bed, covering Narcissa's body with fervent kisses.
Sirius shifted, the throbbing growing more intense as Narcissa draped herself on the bed, now completely naked. Bella continued to lavish her sister's lush body with her lips, cupping her sister's breasts, sucking on one nipple and then the other until they both were red and hard.
Narcissa writhed against the mattress, her cheeks flushed, her eyes slightly glazed as she spread her legs wide. Bellatrix knelt between them, lowering her head down to plant a light kiss on the mass of pale gold curls at the juncture of her sister's thighs. Narcissa moaned again, pressing down against the mattress.
Bella lifted her head again, then glanced over at Sirius, a glint of malice in her eyes. "Perhaps there's some use for you after all, cousin." She pulled out her wand in an intricate flourish, causing the chains holding Sirius in place to jingle loudly as they lengthened, then relaxed. "Come here, dog."
He balked for the merest heartbeat, then eyed the wand pointed directly at him. Heaving a sigh, he shuffled forward on his knees, stopping at the foot of the bed. The leather collar pressed against his throat, the now-lengthened chain reaching its end.
"Good boy," Bella crooned, giving him a quick pat. She shifted over, allowing Sirius an unimpeded view between Narcissa's splayed thighs. Her cunt was already unbelievably wet and a deep, mouth-watering pink. "You've got a very clever tongue. Use it."
Sirius lurched forward as Bella's hand landed on his bare buttock with a hard smack of encouragement. Inhaling deeply, he took in Narcissa's heady, musky scent, his cock throbbing harder with anticipation.
Narcissa hissed in approval, thrusting her hips up as Sirius lowered his head and began to lick. He groaned as his tongue swiped along her soft, sweet flesh, savouring the taste of her. No matter how abhorrent his current predicament was, there were much worse things than having a beautiful woman lying beneath him like this, urging him on as he pleasured her.
She buried her fingers in his hair, pulling tightly to hold him fast. Sirius stifled a yelp, drawing her clit between his lips and sucking hard instead.
He felt Bella's nails raking down the length of his spine, then over his buttocks to the back of his aching thighs. He tried to ignore the sting, focusing his concentration solely on Narcissa. He would not give either of them the satisfaction of punishing him for doing a poor job. Somewhere down deep, Sirius still possessed a small kernel of pride when it came to his reputation with women; he was well aware of his bedroom skills and his sexual prowess. They would not take that from him too.
Bella's fingers were stroking between his arse cheeks now, causing Sirius to squirm. He forced himself to concentrate solely on Narcissa, doing his best to ignore whatever Bella had in store for him. Despite his resolve, he gasped as he felt the tip of his cousin's index finger drawing slow circles around his bunghole, then press against the tight ring of muscle, seeking entrance.
Sirius froze, his spine stiffening at the sensation. A hard thwap to his head brought him back to his task at hand.
"Don't stop, you dolt!" Narcissa ordered.
It was difficult to concentrate on Narcissa, not when Bella had pushed one finger inside him, followed by another, twisting him and stretching him. Narcissa yanked on his hair painfully, forcing his face down flush against her. Closing his eyes, Sirius turned all of his attention to Narcissa, although Bellatrix seemed hell-bent on providing distraction.
Narcissa writhed beneath him as he continued lavishing her, his tongue rasping against tender flesh, flicking against her engorged clit. She arched her back and moaned again. As her hips bucked up towards him, Sirius found himself beginning to rock in tandem with her, pushing back against Bella's questing fingers, then forward again towards her sister. His cock ached for release, but there was nothing he could do but move and hope that at some point, one of his cousins would take pity upon him. He wasn't sure that would ever happen.
Soon they were moving in a comfortable rhythm, the intensity building with each moment. He could hear Narcissa's breathing becoming ragged, her moans and cries growing ever louder as he continued. Finally, she clamped her thighs so tightly around his head, Sirius was certain he'd be smothered, and came with an ear-splitting cry.
Sirius struggled to come up for air, panting and gasping for breath. Narcissa's hands were still tangled in his hair; she caressed him softly as if he were a favoured pet. Raising her head, she locked her eyes onto his and commanded, "Fuck me."
He thought he heard a growl of displeasure from Bella. "He's mine," she reminded her sister, although she withdrew her fingers fairly quickly.
Narcissa seemed to ignore the comment, tugging Sirius up towards her with some urgency. He crawled up the length of her lithe body, although his chained hands made it awkward. Bellatrix let out a disparaging snort, but said nothing else.
For a moment, Sirius considered escape; would the chain between his manacled wrists be enough to strangle Narcissa, at least long enough to bargain for his freedom?
As if she knew what he was thinking, Bella pressed the tip of her wand against the nape of his neck. "Do what she says, dog," she said menacingly. "You know you want to."
She had the right of it. Sirius valued his own life enough to comply, but his body had betrayed him utterly. Despite everything, he wanted his cousin desperately.
It took a little bit of manoeuvring, but with Narcissa's assistance, he managed to sheath himself inside her. He groaned as he felt her surrounding him, so warm and wet and tight. Her nails were sharp as they dug into his shoulder blades, her long legs wrapping tightly around his waist. He was surprised as she pulled his head down to hers, kissing him hungrily. What would her fiancé, Lucius Malfoy, say if he saw her like this? Would he even care? Sirius was pretty certain Malfoy's reaction was not something he wanted to experience. Least of all right now.
Narcissa mewled against his lips, her tongue tangling with his as she rolled her hips up towards him. Sirius began to move, first in slow, shallow thrusts which progressively grew in depth and intensity. He was vaguely aware of Bella looming over him, her long hair brushing against his shoulders as she once again played with his buttocks. Then he felt the sensation of a warm and slippery substance being spread between his cheeks.
He tensed as he felt something hard nudging against his entrance, Bella's weight now firmly upon him.
"Relax, dog," Bella commanded, her breath hot against his ear. "Don't fight me."
Sirius drew in a deep breath, doing his best to do as she said. He gasped as he was penetrated by something solid, long and thick, stretching him to the limit. Arching his back, he pushed back against Bella, eliciting a cruel chuckle from her.
"The dog likes being used," she hissed. "He wants to be taken like the animal that he is."
"I don't care what he wants. I want him to fuck me," Narcissa insisted, nipping at his throat . "Fuck me hard!"
The flat of Bella's palm landed on his arse with a loud smack. "Do it."
Trapped between his two cousins, Sirius barely managed to nod, then began to thrust as quickly as he possibly could given the circumstances. The three of them fell into a brisk but steady tempo, moving together nearly as one. Sirius's whole body was thrumming with need, every thrust into Narcissa, every thrust from Bella pushing him closer to the brink.
Narcissa squirmed beneath him, her moans growing louder and higher in pitch.
"Make her come again and I'll let you do the same, dog," Bella rasped in his ear before biting down on his earlobe, her teeth sharp. Sirius thought he felt a trickle of blood flowing down the side of his neck, although it might have been only sweat.
Fighting for breath, Sirius gasped with exertion as he focused his will on Narcissa. Every cell in his body was howling for release; it was imperative that he end this current torture. Perhaps then he could think clearly and find a way out of his predicament...
There was blazing pain as Narcissa's nails cut deeply into his shoulders. She convulsed violently beneath him and then stilled with a final cry.
"Now, dog. Come," Bella urged, slamming into him from behind. "Now."
Sirius needed no further prompting. He began to shudder, the climax tearing through him like a series of Confrigo spells, sending him reeling. He spilled into Narcissa until he was utterly and completely spent. It seemed like an eternity before he could do anything but lie there, nestled in her arms, savouring her touch as she continued to stroke his hair.
Bella pulled out roughly, rising to her feet to tear off the leather harness and dripping black phallus strapped around her waist, throwing them carelessly to the floor.
"You were right, Bella. He truly is magnificent," Narcissa murmured. She flashed her sister a coy smile. "Perhaps you'd consider letting me have him all to myself for a while?"
"No. He's not for you," Bellatrix snarled, her dark eyes flashing with anger. She flicked her wand in Sirius's direction, and he flew out of Narcissa's arms, landing on the bare floor in a painful heap as the chain attached to his collar shortened to its original length. "He's mine to do with as I wish."
Narcissa's lower lip jutted out into a fetching pout. "Really, Bella-dear, you shouldn't be so greedy. You can't keep him here forever. What would Rodolphus think?"
"Rodolphus never thinks," Bella replied, her upper lip curling into a sneer. "He does as he's told. Besides, my little dog won't be here forever. I intend to give him to our Master soon enough."
Narcissa reached for her clothing, beginning to dress herself slowly. "I do hope he appreciates such a rare and precious gift."
"Cissy!" Bellatrix's eyes widened in horror. "Do you think me insolent enough to question the Dark Lord about such matters? Perhaps you would care to make the inquiry—"
Blushing, Narcissa shook her head. "That's not what I meant, Bella!"
Bella glared daggers at her sister. "I think you should leave now, Cissy. I believe I've lost my interest in any further play for today."
"But—" Narcissa protested, her tone bordering on petulance.
"Don't push me, Cissy. You may be able to wheedle what you want out of Father or Lucius, but it won't work with me."
"You never were one for sharing things, were you, Bella?" Narcissa drew herself up straight, her eyes blazing with cold fire. "I've got other ways of getting what I want."
"Go." Bellatrix pointed one thin finger at the door. "You know the way out."
"You'll give in to me as soon as you've grown bored with him," Narcissa insisted as she gathered up the rest of her clothing. "You always do!" She rose to her feet, her nose in the air, and strode out of the room like a queen who'd just dismissed unworthy courtiers.
As soon as she'd left, Bellatrix turned on Sirius, wand in hand. "Think you were clever, did you, dog? Well, I can see your game, and you won't get between my sister and I. I won't let you!"
Sirius couldn't help smirking up at her. "I could have sworn that's exactly where I was just—" She backhanded him before he could get another word out, leaving his lower lip split and bleeding.
"If you think you can turn Narcissa away from me, you're sadly mistaken. I'll see you dead first."
"What the hell are you on about, Bellatrix? I only did what you—auuugh!" His retort was cut off as the Cruciatus hit him squarely in the chest.
"Do not presume to tell me anything, dog," Bellatrix snarled, then gave him a swift kick in the ribs for good measure. Sirius curled up in a ball on the floor; the momentary elation of his post-coital haze completely ripped away. "I ought to have killed you at first sight."
His heart raced as she loomed over him, her expression lethal. Sirius steeled himself for the final blow. Instead, she spat on him, then stalked away, locking the door behind her as she left.
~*~
Hours passed before Bellatrix returned. Sirius stayed in the same spot on the floor, seething with anger and frustration, trying to devise a means of escape and coming up empty. He knew he needed to extricate himself from this madness before Bella did murder him — Narcissa's sudden interest in him seemed to have made her unhinged, and it was only a matter of time before Bellatrix found a way to dispose of him now that he'd become an inconvenience. Sirius was unsure whether it would be by her own hands or by Lord Voldemort's, but he wasn't about to wait around and find out.
The lock clicked and the door swung open, revealing Bellatrix as she strode into the room. She carried a bundle in her arms, her pale face impassive and unreadable.
Sirius bit his tongue, forcing himself not to make any smart comment that might set her off unduly. He wasn't that eager to die just yet.
To his surprise, she tossed the bundle on the floor. It landed with a soft thud in front of him.
"What's all this then?" he asked in confusion.
"Your clothing. Tansy will release you, and then you will have five minutes to get dressed and leave. If I find you on the premises after that, I will kill you, Sirius."
He responded with a raised eyebrow. "And I should trust you because...?"
A slow smirk spread across her face. "You shouldn't. Of course, if you'd prefer to stay here, it can be arranged."
"Not particularly, truth be known."
"I no longer want you," Bellatrix replied with an icy stare. "You've become a distraction I can no longer afford."
"Does this mean you found out someone else got Voldemort the same thing for his birthday?" Sirius quipped.
He saw her hand tighten into a fist, and he braced himself for another blow which never came. Instead, Bellatrix drew in a deep breath and glared at him. "I will find someone more appropriate to give to my Master. He deserves better than the likes of you."
"So sorry to disappoint, Bella."
"Enough. You can trust me or not. Remember, you will have five minutes, and no more. Be grateful I've given you your life back, Sirius." There was a momentary pause. "For now."
"Ah."
"In the end, I find the chase to be so much more exhilarating. I live for the thrill of the hunt," she continued. "However, have no doubt that I will find you again, Sirius, and when I do, I shall not be so merciful."
Sirius replied with a slow nod, leaning forward to gather his things. Bellatrix turned on her heel, then exited the room as quickly as she'd arrived. At that point, Sirius remembered how to breathe. While he barely trusted his cousin, at the moment he had no reason to doubt her sincerity in wishing him gone. He would not tarry. As soon as the house elf came to release him, he'd flee from this wretched place.
With any luck, he and Bellatrix would not cross paths any time soon. But when they did, Sirius was determined that he would have his revenge on her for what she'd done to him. He would just have to make certain he found her before she found him.