AN: I'm unsure whether to continue this story or leave it as a oneshot. Some feedback would be really helpful so please review and let me know what you think.
Bellatrix / Voldemort. Mature content.
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Voldemort loved watching Bellatrix.
She was a truly gifted witch in many fields. She had proved herself as a worthy follower from a young age; an excellent student and a loyal servant to him. Her magic was enthralling. The way she worked the wand between nimble fingers and the flashes of sheer joy that contorted her often terrifying expression were quite addictive once you caught a glimpse.
The Dark Lord had discovered this when he had presented Bellatrix with her first victim on one of their early private sessions. She had snorted when he questioned whether she had used the Cruciatus Curse before. Usually such a reaction of disdain would have earned a follower a good beating but the lightning spark in her black eyes caused him to refrain. He was intrigued by the young witch's apparent confidence. She sauntered to the bound Muggleborn like a predator eyeing up its next meal. The Dark Lord could tell she was not in any hurry to try and impress him. Having practiced on animals as a child, Bellatrix carried out the deed and enjoyed it as she did so.
She was skilled at making her prey squirm with anticipation before finally releasing her full wrath on them. And when she did, by God, it was a thing of beauty. The Dark Lord's eyes would narrow as he drank in the sight of the dark woman before him; her head thrown back in ecstasy at the sound of the shrill screams that pierced the air and her frequent guttural roars of the Curse until there was silence – nought but heavy breathing from the witch as her victim, white haired and wide eyed, twitched and opened their mouth like a fish out of water before they were finally still.
The Dark Lord made a habit of bringing Bellatrix victims to their lessons. He was not a man to be swept up in such foolish things as love but he could not deny that watching Bella torture that filth brought him a great deal of pleasure that he could not experience any other way.
On one of these occasions, the Dark Lord stood close by, as always, watching silently and absorbing the sights and sounds of the night until another Mudblood lay bloodied and dead on his floor. Bellatrix's eyes, misty with pleasure, found him. Her heaving chest threated to burst free of her corset.
"Did I please you, my Lord?" she asked breathlessly; desperate for the opiate that was her master's approval.
Voldemort showed her no sign of frustration but inside the answer was quite clear to him and it slipped past his lips before he could stop it.
"No, Bellatrix. You have not."
Bellatrix's face fell. Her eyes, in an instant, became wide and sorry and her lip quivered, "No, master?" she fell to her knees, defeated by her Lord's reply, "What did I do wrong?"
The Dark Lord's expression hardened as he caught the glimmer of tears in her eyes and the sorry state this potentially great witch now found herself in. It angered him that his words could impact her so easily, "Nothing, Bellatrix. You did nothing wrong."
"I-I don't…"
"Hush, Bellatrix," his cool tone cut through the air and stopped her from drivelling.
Voldemort stepped towards her until he towered over her kneeling position and looked down on her. He bent over just enough so that he could cup her cheek with a firm hand and Bellatrix flushed at the contact. It occurred to him that he had never touched her before. Her pale skin was soft under his touch. He caressed it with his thumb and Bella's doe eyes blinked in confusion. Her mind was reeling; she was terrified and excited all at once.
"You have not pleased me. Not yet," his voice came like the hiss of a snake. She quivered like a leaf.
"What can I do, my Lord?"
Without warning, the Dark Lord's hand jerked from her cheek to grab a fistful of her hair and force her head to his groin. Bellatrix gasped and glanced up at him.
"My Lord…"
He tightened his grip on the back of her hair and reinforced his order. Her breath came thick and heavy and he gripped his abdomen as he felt her full lips brush against him.
Bellatrix's hands shook involuntarily as she pushed aside his robe and tentatively released him from the constraints of his trousers. The Dark Lord showed her no sign of whether she was doing it right. He only cast his eyes down on her, watching her every move. He could feel her hot breath against him as she teasingly played with his cock. Delicate fingers; the same as when he watched her use her wand. When her tongue made contact an involuntary groan escaped him.
This was all she needed to gain confidence. She had never done this with an older man before; only a handful of boys through her school years and even then she had never sunk to her knees for them. This was different, it was derogatory but she didn't mind – not with the Dark Lord. Her lips slid over him and soon she found a steady rhythm. Her hands worked wonders as she did and she could tell the Dark Lord approved by the way he tugged at her hair and forced her harder.
It didn't take long for her to finish him and as he did he forced his length deeper than ever into her mouth until he could feel her choke around him and grip at his robe to steady herself. He held her there as she struggled until the moment had passed and then he released her sharply so that she fell back, coughing and spluttering and gasping for air. Voldemort tried to regain control of his breath quickly but found the sight of her, with his cum dripping down her chin as she filled her lungs desperately with air, to be all too much to do so. The mess was captivating.
Once able to breathe again, Bellatrix wiped her chin with the back of her hand and glanced down to see the droplets that ran down her chest. She licked her lips and found his gaze. For a moment, the pair were silent.
"Did I please you, my Lord," she repeated her earlier question.
Voldemort said nothing for a long few moments. Finally, his stony gaze returned and he brought his robe around him once more, "Yes, Bellatrix. You have pleased me," her lips stretched into a relieved smile and she stood to approach him but a swift gesture told her to stay.
"Now you may leave."
