This fan fic is dedicated to Melissa and Emma- who first introduced me and encouraged me to enter the world of Dracotrix!
There is no Draco in this chapter… but he will come… I have quite a messed up fan fic in store for you!
The house was dank and dark and full of spindly cobwebs in the nooks and crannies of the room. The Dark Lord stroked Nagini. He was waiting for his most faithful servant to enter; though he would never admit that to her face.
She came in breathlessly, bowing deeply before his wooden throne, her liquid brown eyes staring at him in orgasmic ecstasy.
His face was devoid of expression. "You failed me Bella."
Her tongue flickered nervously over her wet, pink lips and her breasts heaved above the black robe. "My Lord, I have only ever served you faithfully. I… I waited for you." Her eyes glinted with insanity as her voice rose. "I waited for you My Lord. Where were the Death Eaters? I never, never renounced you."
His laugh was high and mocking. "Yes Bella and Azkaban was most definitely not kind to you. Tell me," his voice dropped to a menacing whisper, "tell me, was it worth the sacrifice?"
She was looking at him with undisguised desire. "Of course, My Lord."
His voice was silky. "And yet you could not give me the prophecy, nor could you prevent my best from being put into Azkaban. One would almost suspect you wanted them to be incarcerated… as punishment?"
Her eyes widened. "No, My Lord, never would I disobey your orders, but at the Ministry…"
The Dark Lord stared at her bored and she grew more frantic. "I killed Sirius Black, my own cousin, ashamed though I am to admit it, and all for you."
"Hardly difficult when you have already professed your obvious dislike for him."
"He deserved it," she spat, "associating with mudbloods and worse!"
Voldemort's voice was cold. "Indeed."
Bella's voice rose hysterically. "It is Severus who has turned you against your most faithful servant. He who has enjoyed the shelter of Hogwarts and Dumbledore for the past 12 years or more, he who could have killed Harry Potter any number of time and yet stayed his hand. I would not have been so cowardly… I would not have shirked my duties to the Dark Lord…"
He held his hand up, "Silence Bella. What Severus did or didn't do is no concern of yours."
"But…"
"You would argue with the Dark Lord Bella? That could be very, very dangerous." His hand continued to stroke Nagini's smooth scales. "I wonder just how useful you really are to me?"
Bella fell on her knees, clutching frantically at his robe, "I would do anything for you My Lord, anything!"
He allowed his wand to trace its way down her neck, down her pulsing breasts, muttering an incantation under his breath. She recoiled from the burning, crippling pain of his wand tip before moaning in delight. She was looking up at him with adoration written across her face, as she allowed the pain to translate into lust. "Perhaps I should test you," he said.
She could scarcely speak for desire. "I'd do anything, anything to prove myself to you."
He laughed. "You'd have to do better than the rest of your family. The Black's have been a considerable disappointment to me. Sirius loved playing the hero, Lucius was weak and his snivelling wife is no better, Andromeda married a werewolf and a member of the Order, Regulus was cowardly… which brings me to Draco…"
Bella had not flinched at his cold dismissal of her family and sister, but she started at the mention of her nephew, Draco. He knew she had a soft spot for the brat. "After all that talk he couldn't even kill Dumbledore… one simple spell, yet he failed. I shall punish him."
Bella's eyes softened; a rare occurrence. "My Lord, he is just a boy.'
"I was his age when I became the Dark Lord." His words were cutting. "He is a failure just like his father. Prove yourself to me Bella. You must punish him for me." His smile became crueller. "After all, out of all of my Death Eaters, you are the most skilled in the arts of torture." He paused, drinking in the conflict written across her face. "Having second thoughts Bella? Hardly worthy of the title of most faithful I should think."
She was still on the ground. He waited patiently. He knew which emotion would win out in the end. She had loved him for years.
"My Lord, as in all things, I obey." Her voice came out as a bare whisper.
She glanced at him furtively when he said nothing, noting the smile on his face. She placed her hands cautiously on his legs, moving them slowly up his thigh. He watched her desperate excitement grow as she neared his already erect cock. He allowed her to touch the bulge, enjoying the lust in her eyes as her mouth salivated in anticipation.
He pushed her head down. "I think that's enough Bella." She fell onto her hands and knees, panting like a dog, like a bitch in heat denied her precious orgasm.
"I trust you will obey? The rewards could be great for such obedience."
Her brown eyes gleamed. "Yes my Lord," she breathed.
She stood up, arranging her black robes neatly around her tightly bodiced form. "I will not fail you."
Voldemort sighed as Bella left the room. He wanted nothing more than to take her right now, sitting as he was in his chair. She alone, of all his followers, understood the combined delights of pleasure and pain.
He could imagine it now, Nagini slowly squeezing the air out of her pale neck till she screamed for mercy, insane brown eyes undressing him even as her windpipes crushed. He imagined her writhing in ecstasy beneath him as he bruised her mouth with his kisses, her screams as he took her as hard and fast as he could, hands clenched tight in her unruly curls.
Throughout the years he'd tested her. He'd ordered her to marry Rudolphus Lestrange under the pretext of continuing the pureblood line of the Blacks, knowing full well that the only man she'd ever wanted was him. She'd obeyed him without question, as she would now with Draco. She'd endured years in Azkaban at the price of her beauty and sanity for him, though vestiges of beauty still remained, she was no longer the stunning witch of yesteryear.
He could have had her years ago, from the second she'd joined the Death Eater's, a seventeen year old straight out of school. But it had been more fun to make her wait, to see just how far she would go for him before she snapped.
"The rewards could be great for such obedience," he had said. Her years of silent devotion had finally paid off. One more task, just one more, and he was hers. Never mind she must punish her own nephew, her own sister's son, she would put all emotions behind her.
She could already see the Dark Lord's cock in her mouth as she sucked hard, biting down. Soon enough, he would appreciate her… he'd appreciate all of her.
She was still smiling as she apparated to Malfoy Manor.