Most Ancient and Noble House of Black | bellatrix (![]() ![]() |
It was some little game she just found joy in. Surely, everything she had done to Narcissa and Andromeda had been out of the same manner of game—torment. With Rodolphus, however, it was an entirely different feeling. Here he was, masculine and though not yet strong as he would be, but he still had a power a young witch could not obtain for the sake of his sex. Yet Bellatrix continued to laugh, testing his stability, his pride. A challenge, as it always was with such a little minx.
Now on her back, the laughter had not subsided. If anything, she had only purposefully increased it. Her hand clutched the blood stained shirt. “Not a woman, aye?” Her hands used his shirt to clean off, only to provoke him more. “Opps, seems you just keep getting messier.”