It starts with a kiss, eyes meet blazing with passion neither will admit. Desire builds its slow burn until there's nothing else left for it. Stubborn, competitive, both girls want to give in.
Her breath hitched as a sigh caught in her throat. "Please", Hermione thought desperately. She wouldn't give her lover the satisfaction of uttering it out loud. An earthy groan choked in her mouth as thin fingers worked even faster with delicate, expert striations.
Bellatrix picked up the pace she worked her fingers into the mudblood at and increased the pressure ever so slightly. She could tell muddy was close from the buck of her hips as two fingers went in, the faint grunt as she stroked her inner walls, and the lip biting when her thumb stopped circling and pressed down on her clit. It was a game they played frequently by silent challenge, neither wanting to let the other know how badly they want it, want each other, both needing the reassurance of winning.
Hermione had put up a good fight, but she was doomed from the moment Bella slipped that first finger in. Hermione might cum, but this was ending on the raven's terms. She decided to end it now, just to remind the filth who was in charge, she would break its self-control.
Suddenly, in a smooth and gentle motion she added a third finger and felt the girl clench around her. She pumped her fingers deeper, curling them. More wetness spread from Hermione's centre and Bellatrix knew she was on the edge. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and balled the sheets in her fist, silently pleading with Bella to finish her off. Bella dipped her head down and pressed her lips against muddy's ear. "Cum" she commanded before roughly biting the exposed neck, pounding into her faster and harder, hitting the sweet spot.
"FUUUUCCCCK" Hermione half hissed, half screamed as her body quivered, clamping onto Bella's fingers, as Bella had her neck. At some point Bella stopped biting and started sweetly kissing her neck, gently removing her fingers. The satisfaction was from winning, not pleasing the mudblood, she told herself. And as Hermione lay there, in the lose embrace of the murderer, she didn't feel quite as ashamed as she thought losing should.
A/N 2015: A sequel to this titled "Tactics" will be posted shortly
