Illyana Rasputin is a magikal girl. (illusivemagik) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-28 15:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, bellatrix black, clarice ferguson (blink), illyana rasputin (magik) |
Darker hours do proclaim, these shadows have not fled...
Who: Bellatrix, Illyana, and Clarice
Where: a glade in some small area of trees. the Rasputin-Fergusson-Pryde house
What: Illyana conducts a ritual, Bellatrix interrupts, things get dark.
When: Today.
Warnings/Rating: R for nakedness, Trigger warning for torture, sexual violence, psychotic actions... This one is bad
Status complete
Illyana was dancing. There was moonlight and there was forest. It was in a park, technically, and so it wasn’t really forest, but still. The moonlight came across her body like a cascade of silvery sheets, pooling over hips, breasts, and thighs, and spinning into a glimmer as she danced. She felt quite happy tonight, performing a ritual she now remembered, to create something for her love, and wearing only a watch on her wrist, a GPS thing that had been recommended to her by the salesman.
The moonlight was high, filling the glade she danced in with beautiful flickers and long shadows, even as Illyana moved around the fullness of it, letting magic sing around her and her voice rise in response to a music only she could hear.
Bellatrix was being Bellatrix. That is, agitated, irritated, and depressed. But she felt drawn to an inaudible music, and watched the pale woman dancing in the moonlight.
She decided she wanted her.
But for now, she watched.
Illyana danced, and as she concentrated on her love, pouring all of her energy into her creation, her dance turned more sexual, more hedonistic, more sensual, a slower and more primal thing of hips and breasts and breath going faster. Music thrummed in her head as she focused all of her power and sense on the rock before her and the necklace on it, which slowly became golden instead of silver, and the stone turned pure pink instead of clear. With a cry, the beat reached it’s climax and she poured her energy into the item, crying out her pleasure and her love, and collapsing forward.
Then it was done, and she was on her knees, panting, sweating in the moonlight, weak as a kitten.
She followed the movement with her eyes, and the pace with the pounding in her chest. It was so primal, so sensual that it made part of the witch ache. Bellatrix's breathing matched Illyana's by the time the blonde woman had collapsed, but she still possessed all of her strength.
She palmed her hand for easy access as she sauntered forward, hips moving back and forth, and chest about to burst from her corset. Flicking her wrist, she cast a wordless spell to keep Illyana’s hands and feet bound to the ground.
Illyana felt magic just barely, but she was still sluggish when she tried to move. When she found she could not, she felt the beginnings of panic. She was drained of magic, and, now, bound in a very awkward position. She craned her neck , looking for her attacker.
She was greeted with cleavage as Bellatrix bent over her. The witch walked around, trailing her fingers along Illyana’s body as she moved. She brought them to her lips to taste the salt of her sweat. She didn’t say anything, still enraptured by the dance she’d seen.
Illyana blinked, and shuddered. “Who are you? What do you want?” Her Russian accent was thick as she tried to look higher and could not, stuck as she was. She struggled again, shuddering at the touch. Her sides heaved as she struggled, making her body move in, unknown to her, rather interesting ways.
“Mmmm...” The woman knelt behind her, rubbing her hands over her ass, and around to squeeze her breasts. She didn’t respond - it was better if Illyana never saw her face. With a whispered spell, the Russian’s eyes became clouded.
Illyana shuddered at the strokes and touches and squawked at the grope, and she wiggled more, wishing, hard, that she could escape. When her eyes clouded over, then? Then she started to panic some. “Okay, crazy psycho lady, Let go of me and let me leave. This is not a good idea!”
Bellatrix bit her shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, then warmed her wand and sent a shock right into a buttcheek. She laughed, cruel and throatily, then replace the wand with her hand. It was like a gift wrapping!
Illyana cried out, shuddering. The shock made her writhe, and the hand on her ass made her whimper. This was so not good. “S-stop, bitch!” She should probably shut up, but she was angry and afraid.
“Wot’s that?” the woman asked, playing up her accent. She thwacked again, then bit her other shoulder, before rolling Illyana onto her back, and digging her nails into her tits.
Illyana cried out, shuddering, then squeaked as she was rolled over and felt those nails. She tried to kick, but found herself still unable to move. “I said... agh! I said, stop, bitch! Leave me alone!” She was wiggling and writhing as much as she could.
The wriggling and writhing was wonderful. Bellatrix slapped her in the face, then leaned in. She kissed Illyana’s cheek. “You’re very beautiful.”
Illyana groaned, feeling angry and disgusted./ She felt a little trickle of magic coming back and, not thinking, seized it, twisting it to throw fire at the woman. Unfortunately, all she managed was a little, barely hot, lick of fire... somewhere down the other person’s body.
Shit.
“Ooh...” Bella moaned in her ear. She straightened, then used her wand to levitate Illyana into the air, spread eagled. She felt a little torn. She wanted this woman...she didn’t want her like this. “Bugger...”
Illyana struggled, in mid-air, eyes wide and sightless still. She felt like a toy someone was playing with. Rage built in her and she struggled harder, forcing passion and all the energy she could into her moves. She struck out, feeling her foot actually move and hit something.
What was she doing. Bellatrix gripped her wand tighter. She was acting like her father. "I can't do this...what am I...Ooof!"
Rage consumed Bellatrix, then, and she pointed her wand and screeched, "CRUCIO!"
Pain consumed Illyana and she shook silently, then not so silently as she screamed, and screamed. Her whole body shook, her limbs and other things lewdly and freakily dancing under the influence of that pain. She had never dreamed of pain like this, and even in the heart of limbo she had never known this sort of pain could exist, not at all.
At the thought of Limbo, a small imp popped in and pounced on Bellatrix’s hair, clawing at it, cackling.
Bella screamed grabbing for the imp. She pulled and tugged and tried to throw it to the ground and hit it with a killing curse. It reminded her of a house elf and she HATED the thing!
The imp danced around and cried out and cursed her, waving it’s obscene member at her, calling her a hag and then ran. When she hit it with a curse, it popped and vanished back the way to whence it had come from.
Illyana, unsure what was happening, was struggling again, trying to get free.
Turning, Bellatrix shot another Crucio at Illyana. She twisted her wand in the air, sending spiraling jolts of pain throughout the woman’s body. She knelt, as she held her wand at an angle designed to feel like a needle lancing through her uterus, and whispered. “The person who lasted the longest before breaking, lasted sixteen hours, lovey. And then they went mad.”
Ilyana screamed again, shuddering, crying out, feeling the pain like an endless and impossibly bad torment. She couldn’t imagine 16 hours, or sixteen minutes, for that matter. She felt that pain and cried out, wishing she could black out, wishing she could curl up, wishing she had never come out there today! She couldn’t talk, just shake and scream.
Another jolt, and then another, and another and another. Bellatrix danced around Illyana and twisted her wand around, sending corkscrews of pain through the Russian’s body.
And then it all stopped. Bellatrix tugged at her hair, wailing and gnashing her teeth. “Not again not again not again.” She’d let herself lose her shit again. She backed away from Illyana. She dropped the levitate spell, then turned and ran. The rest of the spells broke when she was good and far away.
It took some time for Illyana to recover enough strength to stand and to grab the amulet that she had made for Clarice. With the last of her strength, the Russian teleported, thinking hard on Clarice and Kitty. She vanished into a stepping disk, falling unconscious as she did so.
Clarice decided she was going to kill someone. She managed to catch Illyana as she fell, and carried her over to the couch. “Hon? Talk to me.... please. Talk to me.”
Illyana slowly regained consciousness and blinked up at Clarice. Even in pain, she managed to make a slight smile. “I must be dead. I am seeing an angel.”
Okay, even in pain, she was corny, and in love.
“You’re alive..you just..came in so....” Clarice sounded shakey. She wrapped her arms around Illyana. “I thought you were dying!”
“I wasn’t... sure... about that, either.” She wiggled a little and hugged Clarice back, finding she was not, in fact, in pain now, at all. The memory of that pain cut her mind, though, and the memory of the helplessness, reminding her so much of Limbo and all that had gone on there... She shuddered and clung to Clarice, tears pricking her eyes.
”Some days suck.” Her voice shuddered, not quite cracking.
Clarice held Illyana close. “I’m sorry, I wish I’d been there for you, I’m so sorry. What happened?”
Illyana curled around her and sighed, and breathed quietly before answering. “SOme woman, some witch, caught me while I was doing a ritual to make a present. Caught me and then... touched me, and tortured me.” Illyana shuddered. “I don’t know who she was, or why she started, or why she left me, eventually. Only that she had huge tits.”
“....I need more to go on if I’m going to kill someone,” Clarice muttered darkly.
Illyana sputtered and sighed and hugged Clarice. She felt on the edge of maniacal laughter and on the edge of tears, or breaking down entirely. Instead, she just hugged Clarice hard, unsure what to do, and scared.
“I’m sorry. I’m really angry.” She rocked Illyana back and forth. “That anything like this could happen to you.” That she couldn’t do anything to stop it. It pissed her off.
Illyana snuggled Clarice close, kissing and snuggling and sighing, then finally crying. The sobs started as crying and grew to body wracking sobs, her pain and fear all rolling over her as she clung to Clarice.
The pink woman rubbed at her lover’s back in long slow circles. She rocked her and let her anger and worry out in her own short tears, but mostly she let Illyana cry herself out. It hit too close to home. How many friends and loved ones had she lost in the dreams, without ever getting to say good bye? And to lose Illyana twice over would...it would kill her.
Illyana hugged her and slowly regained control, snuggling against Clarice as if she could disappear inside her. She sighed as she relaxed and slowly smiled up at Clarice. “I love you.”
“I love you too...” Clarice swallowed hard, and held Illyana even harder. She still didn’t even know just what had happened to her love. She just knew she was hurt. She felt powerless.
Illyana smiled softly as she snuggled close. “Can we just... snuggle until tonight? I feel very tired.” She just didn’t want to move, really.
“I’m not going to let go of you unless I absolutely have to. Promise.” Clarice kissed her nose.
“Good.” She smiled softly at the nose kiss and wrinkled it, then her tail snaked out, making an appearance, and wrapped around Clarice’s waist. “Sleepy time?”
“Sleepy time.” Clarice ported them to the bed room. It was better, and the smells she hoped would lull Illyana into sleep.
She probably wouldn’t sleep at all.
~fin~