Prompt: bellatrix/narcissa, public submission
Rating: m
For: dexstarr
Where: deatheatercest drabblethon on livejournal

No One Better Suited
Bellatrix/Narcissa

Her hand snaked through her hair, forcing her to her knees despite her protests. They were nothing more than pointless babble; futile pleadings that would once again be ignored. There was never an option; it was only obey or be tossed aside. If she didn't then her sister would easily find a new toy to play with and Narcissa didn't think she could handle witnessing that; someone else tasting what should only be hers. But she had to try, for this seemed far too risky.

Narcissa's cheeks burned with embarrassment as her knees smacked against the cool marble flooring, reminding her once again that she was nothing more than a willing slave. It wasn't always like this; sometimes they were gentle with each other in the privacy of their own homes… but not now, not tonight. Tonight Bellatrix commanded obedience and quick release, shushing her protests automatically. "Shhh, pet," she purred, running her fingers through her sister's hair possessively. "Just do what you're told. You know how I hate it when you ramble senselessly."

They weren't senseless rambles; they were legitimate fears. Party goers were heard clearly in the parlor, her husband and son amongst them, celebrating the holidays. The two sisters were in the hallway over, Bellatrix pressed up against the wall as she held Narcissa a mere half a foot from the apex between her thighs, and if someone were to come around the corner they would surely be caught. Narcissa tried to plead; there were bedrooms after all, but Bellatrix just hushed her again impatiently, gripping her hair so tightly it felt like it would surely be ripped out before forcing her face between her thighs.

There were no options. There never were.

"Fuck me, Cissy. Or I'll find someone else better suited," she told her harshly. So Narcissa obeyed, as always. Someone better suited. There was no one else better suited, not even Bellatrix's own husband. Only she could make her sister cry out obscenities and plead for release. Only she could make her eyes glaze over and touch the heaven she would never be welcomed into come death. Only she treated her sister like the goddess that she was.

Bellatrix groaned softly as Narcissa pleased her with her mouth; she bucked her hips against her face, swore relentlessly, and raked her jagged nails along her scalp as her release drew closer. Bellatrix's head was banging against the wall, her bosom heaving, and Narcissa couldn't help the pride that welled up in her for it. Only she could do this to her. Only her. And when Bellatrix came on her face, gasping her name into the emptiness of the hallway as she held onto her, Narcissa smiled.

But she was suddenly dragged to her feet roughly, and a slap to her face was delivered that left her cheek stinging. "What have I told you?" Lucius' angry voice shouted before shoving her back. Narcissa held her cheek, mouth agape. He knew, he had always known, but he had never seen until now.

"Now, now Lucius, green doesn't suit you," Bellatrix said with a chuckle as she fixed her dress, cocking her head to the side as she peered at him. There was a noticeable pause before she took two steps towards the man until her fingers were around his throat, her lips pressed to his ear before she sneered, "And if you dare touch my sister again, I'll rip off your balls and use them as the decoration on the tree."

Lucius was thrown back heavily into the wall, forgotten instantly. Bellatrix turned to Narcissa and leaned in, kissing her softly on the lips as her thumb stroked her stinging cheek protectively. "Happy Christmas, Cissy."

Narcissa may be a willing slave, but Bellatrix had always known how to treat those most loyal to her.

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