"Bella."
"Mmm-hmm?" She was utterly exhausted as she blinked her eyes open, and her voice was gravelly to her own ears as she asked, "Wh-What time is it, My Lord?"
"I don't know. I can't sleep. I know that much. Look at me, will you?"
Bellatrix tried not to groan in discomfort as she rolled over to face her master and husband. She'd pulled her hair into a tight braid after taking a shower, and she'd yanked on one of Voldemort's old, worn-out linen shirts as a nightgown. Now his fingers drifted around her cheek, and he whispered,
"You did so well."
She frowned. "When?"
"On the Isle of Man," he said. Making her Horcrux, she meant. Or maybe healing from the Splinching. Perhaps he meant both occasions. Bellatrix covered his hand with hers and mumbled,
"You fucked Myrandae and she told everyone about your giant cock… My Lord."
He turned up half his mouth and nodded just a little.
"And you were messy and unpractised in kissing my newest Death Eater when you likely had not even grown breasts."
"No. I was flat as a board," Bellatrix assured him, and Voldemort actually laughed quietly. He moved a little, hovering over her, propped on his elbows, and he whispered,
"Do you know what would help all this ridiculous possession I'm feeling? To possess you."
"You do," she nodded, squeezing at his forearm. "You do possess me."
"I need to possess you, Bellatrix," Voldemort said, sounding desperate all of a sudden. "I need to take you to the edge of breaking, you understand?"
She felt a little afraid all of a sudden, and she shook her head. She did not understand. Voldemort's throat bobbed, and his eyes flicked over to the table beside the bed.
"I took Girding Potion an hour ago," he informed her. "Just a little dose. Enough to give me a few good rounds."
Rounds. Bellatrix felt her mouth fall open, and then suddenly Voldemort had bent to murmur against her lips,
"Give me permission to do whatever I want."
"You don't need my permission, Master," Bellatrix replied, but Voldemort growled quietly,
"I know. Give it to me anyway."
Bellatrix waited for him to pull back, and once she met his eyes in the moonlight, she said seriously,
"My body is yours. Do with it whatever you will. I consent to anything and everything… my lord, my master, and my husband."
"Oh. Bella. Incarcerous."
She gasped, for he'd quickly snatched her wrists and slammed them up against the slatted headboard. She hadn't even realised he'd been holding his wand, but there he was, straddling her, and her wrists were tied up. Her breath was rickety and shallow as he descended down a bit, and the moment he clamped his mouth onto her breast, she cried out.
"Silencio," she heard him say casually, and then she'd lost her voice entirely. She tried to scream at the way he was suckling hard on one breast, so hard that it hurt like mad. She tried to moan when he let up and started licking the other nipple more gently, when he caressed the soft curves of each side. She tried to groan as her back arched and he slid a hand under there to hold her, as her peaked right nipple was carefully teased by eager lips. Nothing came out but silent breath.
"What's the matter, Bella? Don't you like it?" He was mocking her as he came up for a kiss, his mouth warm and wet on hers as he crushed their lips together. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and dragged it around, sucking hard enough on Bellatrix's own tongue that she squealed in pain. Or, at least, she tried to squeal. His Silencing Charm kept her quiet.
"Don't worry; I'll find out if you like it."
He put his fingers between her legs and smirked like a rogue, licking his bottom lip as the pads of his calloused right fingers drew around her damp folds.
"Wet. Wet, wet, wet. The little girl wants to play. She likes it. She likes when her master suckles on her little chest, doesn't she?"
Bellatrix just nodded silently and bucked her hips against his hand, but he used his left forearm to pin her down by her collarbone, eliciting a choked gasp through the Silencing Charm.
"Patience," he said, his voice hard. "I will come first."
Bellatrix was soaked then. She was dripping around his fingers; she could feel it. Suddenly Voldemort was crawling back up, a knee on either side of her too-thin ribs, and he instructed her,
"Close your eyes and mouth. I'm going to paint your face and leave it there until it dries."
Bellatrix couldn't breathe then. She stared up at him as he stroked his unfathomably large cock, as his hands moved smoothly. He must have cast a nonverbal Lubrication Charm, Bellatrix thought distantly.
"I told you to close your damned eyes," Voldemort snarled, and Bellatrix did. She tried to apologise, but he still had her Silenced. His magic was strong. It wouldn't wear off easily. She kept her eyes wrenched closed and desperately rubbed her thighs together. Her wrists were on fire; her hands were going numb. The nipple he'd abused was sore. She felt more exposed than she'd ever been. She listened to the slippery movement of Voldemort's hands on his cock, to the way he groaned a little every now and then. There was sudden silence, a ceasing in his gentle rocking above her, and then he grunted like an animal.
It wasn't hot; it was warm. It wasn't sticky, exactly. It was as if someone had spilled creamy soup all over her, tossing it in bursts. He'd done this to her before, but somehow it felt different right now. It was in her hair, she could tell. It was dripping from her forehead down over her eyebrow onto her cheekbone. It was on her lips, on her eyelashes.
"Emancipare."
Bellatrix pulled her hands down as the Conjured ropes were Vanished, but as soon as she did, she felt Voldemort snatch her fingers and lace them through his. He pinned her hands beside her head and instructed her firmly,
"Knees up, all the way to you chest. Now, Bella."
She did as he ordered, knowing she was still Silenced and feeling far too much of his seed on her eyes to open them. She tried to cry out when he shoved his tip into her, when he began drilling her like they were parts of machinery. She tried to scream at the way he was stretching her, slamming into her cervix in a way she'd never thought possible. It burned, and it hurt, and she almost came right then and there.
For some reason, the intensity of it all was unbelievable. She was covered in his come. His hands had her wrists pinned down. He'd sucked so hard on her nipple that she thought he was going to take it clean off. And now he was slamming into her, his hips almost reaching hers as she took more of his length than she'd ever done.
And then it happened, like a bomb going off. Her ears rang and she saw spots behind her eyelids. Pleasure, ripping through her like parchment being torn, shooting through her veins like the hit of a drug. Voldemort's lips were beside her ear then, and his voice shook like mad as he whispered,
"There it is. I told you the little girl liked to play. My little wife… you like your husband's cock, don't you?"
He shoved hard into her, and Bellatrix tried in vain to screech in agony and bliss as she nodded. Voldemort touched his lips to her neck and murmured,
"Oh, you smell like it. You smell like my come; it's all over your face, and you like that, don't you? Don't you, Bella?"
She just nodded again, and his hands tightened on her wrists. She could feel him coming inside of her then, and he collapsed onto her in a way that left her utterly unable to breathe. He seemed to come forever, and it was leaking out all over the place even as he throbbed inside of her. She couldn't breathe; she couldn't think. She screamed with all of the power that she had, and finally she overcame his Silencing Charm.
"Off, off, off! I can't… breathe…"
Her voice was quiet and distant, but Voldemort chuckled as he sat up and pulled himself out of her body. Bellatrix felt an enormous river of his seed follow him out, and she gasped in shock at the feel of it gurgling from her body. Voldemort released her wrists and sat back, staring between her legs and admiring his work. He tipped his head and said rather haughtily to her,
"Not bad for a man my age, is it? Hmm?"
"My Lord…" Bellatrix tried to speak properly, feeling thirsty and fighting through the sensation of her eyes burning, "What you do is… not like… anyone else… in all the world… regardless of age."
He laughed a little and reached for his wand.
"Oh, you good, good girl. Scourgify… Scourgify Duo… Tergeo… Tergeo… Scourgify…"
It took five solid minutes until they and the sheets were devoid of their fluids, of their sweat and the smell of sex. Bellatrix glanced down and asked in a dazed voice,
"Your shirt's gone."
"So are your knickers. I Vanished them, or didn't you notice?" Voldemort sounded almost bored as he rose from the bed, utterly naked, and went out into the sitting-room. He came back with two glasses of water, and Bellatrix gratefully gulped hers down. Voldemort Banished the glasses back out and then pulled on flannel pyjama trousers. He reached for a long-sleeved flannel tunic that he sometimes wore under winter robes, and he tossed it to Bellatrix with a pair of her knickers from the wardrobe.
"There," he said. "That's mine, too. You like to wear my clothes to bed, don't you?"
Suddenly Bellatrix understood absolutely everything. She smiled demurely as she pulled the tunic over her head, and she brought a fistful up to her nose and breathed in.
"Even when they launder it, I can still smell and feel you in it," she told him. "Sleeping in your shirts is rather like having you embrace me all night."
"Well," Voldemort said, climbing beneath the blankets and encouraging her to do the same, "I can also embrace you all night, you know. There's precisely nothing keeping me from holding you until the sun comes up."
"And will you… Master?" Bellatrix slithered up against him and put her palms to his chest. She raised her eyes to him, keeping her gaze wide and youthful. "Will you hold me all night?"
"Yes, because you are mine, and once I take possession of something, I don't easily let go," Voldemort said meaningfully. Bellatrix nodded and promised him,
"I'll eat a little more tomorrow. I'll start looking better. I promise."
He huffed out a breath and bent to kiss her forehead as he said, "You ought to look healthier, to be certain, but… but you are always beautiful to me, Bellatrix. Do you know the first moment I actually realised you pretty? Not when I started making a habit of staring, but when I first thought… Merlin's Beard, that witch is very, very pretty? Do you know when it was?"
"No." Bellatrix kissed his chest. "Tell me."
She was being insubordinate, she knew, but she'd just spent a good deal of time being remarkably submissive. He seemed to appreciate the balance as he pronounced,
"Christmas, 1968. You had only just come of age; you were still in school. You had your hair tumbling over your shoulders and you had on a gown that was entirely too revealing for a girl your age. You wanted attention. Well, you got it. I stared at you for ten minutes before I reminded myself that you were home from school on holiday. I tried not to stare for a good long while after that."
Bellatrix laughed a little and said, "I remember that gown. I Transfigured it to be lower cut once I got to the party. Thought my parents were going to murder me when we got home."
"Yes, well. Look at you now," Voldemort said crisply. "Pride of the House of Black. Snuggled up with the Dark Lord, his rings on the hand he regrew for you. Your Horcrux beside his, your body ensconced in his clothes and his arms. In love with him, him in love with you. Look what happened to that scandalous little creature. You're the Dark Lady."
"Well, then, I suppose it's a good thing I lowered the neckline of that gown," Bellatrix said softly, feeling a little overwhelmed. She pressed her ear to Voldemort's chest and listened to his heart pick up a little speed.
"No. I… I would have found you irresistible eventually. You were born to be mine. Not just as a Death Eater, mind you. You were born to be here, in my bed, with me. Like this."
"Then I am very glad I was born, My Lord." Bellatrix kissed his chest again, and then she curled more firmly against him and shut her eyes, falling quickly and heavily into the abyss of sleep.
Author's Note: Whew! Some tart lemonade, no? Voldemort needed some reassurance. ;) Thank you for reading. If you get a quick moment to review, I'd really appreciate it.
