Obedience in All Things
One-shot, in which Voldemort scratches an itch with the only woman who would willingly agree to it. Quite disturbing, at least to me… I could have gone farther but felt it I did, I might have to wash my fingers from typing such a dirty one-shot.
His red eyes were narrowed and his white skin prickled in the oddest places. Damn this humanity, he thought. One would think I would have conquered this most distracting of needs with all that I, Lord Voldemort, have otherwise accomplished. Nagini sensed his discomfort and hissed softly. His skeletal, spiderlike fingers caressed her. He found himself wishing that Nagini was a person… a woman… that could satisfy his current want without presuming to think he had any other desire for her company other than pleasure.
His skin tingled more strongly this time. Why should he restrain this urge? The face of a woman floated into his mind… her dark eyes filled with tears at his order, her heavy lids rising. That black hair he could pull and yank as he thrust into her, for in Lord Voldemort's mind, pleasure was gained not only from an act of union, but an act of inflicting agony on a helpless victim… He called to her, his magic used to summon her.
Bellatrix Lestrange dutifully kissed the hem of her master. "You called me, my lord, and I came to you. I am your servant."
Voldemort's lips twisted into a gruesome sort of smile. He stretched his hand down, and she gasped as he raised her chin to look at her. "And as my servant, you must do as commanded."
"Of-of course, my lord. I will do whatever you command of me."
"Stand."
Bellatrix stood, her eyes begging her Dark Lord to reward her for her loyalty. And a reward she shall receive. Voldemort thought, pleasurably.
He slid his hand over her neck, feeling her pulse, enjoying the knowledge that he, without a care, could stop that pulse, could remove her vitality, could cut off her life-force. As it was, Bellatrix was breathing quite heavily. Perhaps this task would be easily accomplished. Voldemort jerked her closer and ran his palms over her breasts. "Do you realize what I am commanding you to do?"
As he had foreseen, her eyes brimmed with tears of ecstasy. "Oh my lord, my Dark Lord, take me as you wish!" she cried.
Voldemort flicked his wand, ripping her clothes from her. He eyed her round breasts, her dark flesh, her puff of hair in that most-wanted little V. He graciously stepped from his own clothes.
Bellatrix reached for him. She received a slap on her erect little nipple. "I will control you." Voldemort hissed.
"Of course, my lord, forgive me, but have mercy, touch me my lord…"
Voldemort grabbed her hip, searched for her opening, and jabbed his fingers up, up. She moaned desperately. Voldemort removed his digits just before she came, and she panted with disappointment. He shoved his hands into her hair and yanked her head back, biting her neck and shoulders, bites that had already began to bruise. He bit her everywhere, her breasts, her thighs. Then he was ready, his body was ready. Voldemort knocked Bellatrix to the ground and laid atop her. His hands guided his rather impressive sex into hers. He did not hold back, he thrust until she groaned with pain. He came quickly, enjoyed his post-orgasm haze, and shoved her away.
"As my most devoted servant, what is your duty?"
Her eyes fluttered with pain and unfinished pleasure. "Obedience in all things, my lord."
"You have fulfilled your duty, Bellatrix. Leave."
She sat up weakly and gazed up at him in confusion. "My lord…?"
"Do not question me! Crucio!" Voldemort enjoyed her screams of pain nearly as much as the sex he'd just had.
He lifted his wand. Bellatrix silently retrieved her clothes and dressed.
Lord Voldemort settled back into his chair, sated of the base need of all men. For now.