Warnings: Spoiler for Order of the Phoenix and Half Blood Prince. This piece of Fanfiction is also going to probably end up being a little bit OOC but I can assure you it isn't a lone lemon with not plot. I have some of it written already and it totals so far at a little over 7,000 words. Contains a sex scene but I wouldn't call it horribly graphic. There is some violence and language and a small amount of blood. I would say it is the equivalent of an R rated movie. And please be patient. I have never attempted a Bellatrix/Voldemort. Also any medical procedures described in this piece of Fanfiction are not to be used in real life. This is the author improvising. I don't own any of the rights to the characters. Either way I don't have anything worth suing over. Sorry for the long disclaimer just trying to cover everything.

He sat by the fire entranced by the flames. They had failed; he and his fellow servants had failed to retrieve the prophecy. He sat clutching the arms of his chair. Voldemort leapt to his feet and swung his arm out at the mantel; glass crashed to the floor and scattered. He let out a scream of anger and frustration. "Master?" came a woman's soft voice.

"WHAT?" he yelled whirling around. Bellatrix Lestrange stood there arm out-stretched.

"Master, you're bleeding." She said taking a few steps towards him. He shot an angry look at her.

"I know I'm bleeding you ignorant fool!" he snapped.

"Would you like me to tend you?" she asked tentatively stepping even closer. He looked from her to his bloody palm and wrist.

"Fine." He snapped sitting down in his armchair. Lord Voldemort stared once again at the fire and waited. He heard her leave the room and return a few moments later with a bottle of dittany, tweezers, a bowl of steaming water, and a cloth. Bellatrix set the items down and gently reached out for his arm. She paused.

"My Lord, do I have your permission to touch you?" she asked her fingers inches from his arm.

"Yes." He said his tone a little cooler than before.

She reached out and gently and turned his arm over. Bellatrix reached for the tweezers and held his hand steady. "Why not use Magic?" he asked looking down at her.

"I move steadier with my hand than I do a wand, and I do not wish to cause you any pain." She said looking up with idolizing eyes. He nodded and watched as she steadied herself and reached down with the tweezers. She held his arm gently but firmly, her fingers warm on his cool skin. He liked the feeling of that warmth. There were about seven medium shards of glass in his arm and she was very careful removing each one. "This is going to sting a bit." She warned soaking the cloth in the hot water. Bellatrix mopped the congealed and fresh blood from his wrist and his palm watching him all the while. Next she took out the bottle of dittany. The lid had a dropper attached to it. She took it out and put four drops of the colorless and odorless liquid onto the wounds. "Finished." she said still down on her knees gathering the bowl, cloth, and other items. Voldemort shifted in his chair and stretched his mended arm. He looked down at her and could see her perfect breasts. He was a man in-capable of feeling love but not incapable of feeling lust and need.

"She will submit if I tell her to, not that it matters." He thought following her with his eyes. "That beauty is wasted on her husband Rodolphus." Voldemort thought to himself. His hungry gaze looked her up and down from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Bellatrix had her back turned to him setting the bowl on the wooden table. In one fluid movement he stood behind her waiting. She turned around and let out a soft gasp. "Have I frightened you Bella?" he asked in a whisper. She couldn't move, she had never been so close to her master. Bellatrix could feel electricity surging through her body and his warm breath on her face.

"Master…" she whispered back feeling the frustration, anger, and need radiate off of him in waves. Before she knew what was happening he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her in for a rough kiss. At first she was startled but relaxed into his grasp. Lord Voldemort pulled her up against him and deepened the kiss.

When he released her and stood back he could see that her lips were swollen and her breathe erratic. He swiftly and rather roughly pushed her up against a wall. Voldemort kissed at her neck and she sighed resting her hands on his shoulders. "Take off your dress." He ordered stepping back to watch and give her more room. Bellatrix reached behind her back and pulled down the zipper. He scanned her naked body as she stepped out of the black dress pooled at her feet. Bellatrix was so beautiful; her skin was supple and smooth, perfect like a porcelain doll. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. She was perfect.

"Do I please you my Lord?" she asked sincerely.

"Yes Bellatrix, you please me." He said pulling her roughly up against him with one arm and clearing the table with the other. Lord Voldemort grabbed her thighs and hoisted her onto the table.

"This is my greatest honor." she whispered spreading her legs for him. Lord Voldemort stepped up to her and pulled her forward. She whimpered in anticipation as he opened his robes. "My greatest pleasure." Bella whispered her heart racing in her chest. She wrapped her arms around him and they were one.

Authors Note: I should have the next chapter up pretty quickly. By the 16th at the very latest. Thank you all for reading. You all should know that it's frustrating not to get any reviews. When you pour your heart and soul into something it's very nice to get some feedback and reviews. *Hugs those that review and throws paper at those who don't*