AN: It's taken a while but finally - chapter 3! Thank you so much Dru, once again, for Druella and Abraxas.
This chapter is NOT NOT NOT suitable for younger readers.
6 o'clock. The guests would arrive in an hour; Lestranges, Yaxleys and Malfoys.
Druella especially couldn't wait for Abraxas to get there. To pass the time, she had lain out dresses for her three daughters.
She knew Andromeda well. A purple one, open to her chest, but not showing any cleavage. Druella thought it was demeaning to show off her daughter's breasts at a family Christmas ball.
For Narcissa she laid out a dark blue dress with little patterns of lace down the skirt; quite adorable for a girl at 13.
Then there was Bellatrix. Druella knew she wouldn't wear anything she would pick; not now that the Lestranges were coming. She went through her wardrobe and saw all the slutty dresses her husband had given her daughter 'what an idiot' she thought to herself with a roll on her eyes. 'well this one doesn't seem half bad...' She pulled out a black dress with a little v-cut to show off the girl's breasts and it was floor length. Bellatrix's birthday present from her father of course.
Druella could only think that the dress would be of somewhat approved by her eldest daughter now that there was some cleavage to be shown. She lay the dress down on her bed and walked out of Bella's bedroom and to her own bed chamber to get herself ready for Abraxas Malfoy.
She pinned up her hair, leaving few blonde strands flooding down her cheekbones and jawline and the dress was light blue, almost white to match her eyes. She darkened her eyelashes, put a red lipstick on her thin lips and powdered her nose. Her appearance was flawless. Just like always, and now she was ready to greet the guests upon their arrival.
. . .
On returning to her room Bellatrix had found the dress and looked it up and down, surprised to find that she actually liked her mother's pick. However, there was no way she would keep the peace and simply wear it. Instead, she turned on her heel and picked a blood red silk dress from her wardrobe and slipped into it. The dress clung to her slight frame and exentuated her breasts and small waste perfectly as it fell to just above her knees. Her mother would have a heart attack at the sight of her - perfect! She then fluffed her hair so that it became a mass of gorgeous wild curls. She applied makeup not unlike her mother's and then, on hearing the front door open and the first of the guests arrive, she slid on a pair of black heels and left the room.
An hour had passed and Bella was sipping from a slickly stolen wine glass by the fireplace. Rodolphus and Rabastan had arrived with their parents a while ago and she and the eldest brother had done nothing but fondle and flirt with each other the whole time. Anybody watching would surely have felt physically sick. The alcohol intake of the pair was already running high as the Black and Lestrange parents found it hard to keep tabs and so it wasn't long before Bella and Rod began to slip out of the room and up to the girl's bedroom. Unfortunately for them, the door was blocked by Druella.
''You are not leaving my sight this evening, Bellatrix. Go back in there and chat with Rodolphus' father," her words were cold and her gaze was emotionless, ''And stop drinking all of our alcohol,'' she snatched the glass in her grasp, ''The Malfoys have yet to arrive and the wine is almost gone because of you," Druella's eyes narrowed to her eldest daughter, ''And when the Malfoys arrive you will stay in the parlour till the night is over. I know what you and young Lestrange have been doing for almost two years now and I'm sure your father won't be pleased to hear about it.''
Druella wanted everything to be perfect when her lover arrived. She would make sure that Bellatrix would be out of the way. If she had to, she would push her husband and her daughter together so she could sneak away and have a moment of happiness with Abraxas Malfoy. She followed her daughter and her little lover boy into the parlour again and kept a close eye on them. She even made a deal with her youngest one to follow her big sister. It was good having a little pet at times like this.
He was late. It had been an hour and a half since the set time, and he wasn't there. Not would have he cancelled. Or maybe did Bellatrix not send the invite to the Malfoys. Druella was getting worried and rushed over to her daughter and smiled her clear frozen smile. ''Bellatrix, dear. I would like a word.'' she nodded to her youngest one and grabbed Bella's upper arm and dragged her from the crowd and to the kitchen where she slammed her into the wall. ''You did send that invite, didn't you?'' she hissed, barely audible because of the laughter and the music from the parlour. It was clear how Druella was desperate for that one man. After all he was the only one that ever showed Druella any love or care.
Bellatrix hissed and spat at her mother in a most unladylike fashion as she tried to force truth from her and threaten her. Bella gave her mother a look of utter disgust and kept her lips clamped tightly shut as Druella did so.
''Why haven't the Malfoys arrived?'' she hissed again, pinning her daughter to the wall. Her hand clutching her upper arm tightly, her nails digging into it. ''I will have you in the dungeon if you dare to cro-...''
''Ah! Abraxas! How lovely it is to see you!'' Cygnus had greeted his friend by the door, ''Little bit late, but I hope the alcohol is not all dried up.'' Abraxas chuckled and shook Cygnus' hand.
Druella let go of Bella's arm and rushed to the door and then and only then did her genuine smile appear on her lips, ''Abraxas! Merry Christmas!'' She rushed to him and gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek like usual and returned to her husband's side.
''Merry Christmas, Druella. You look ravishing as always,'' Abraxas grinned.
''As do you,'' she chuckled a bit and kept her eyes upon the man in front of her, ''Drinks and appetisers are in the parlour along with the rest of the group. The Lestranges and the Yaxleys; the four mischief-makers are here again. I better let you catch up and what not.'' With that Druella turned around with a smirk. Oh Merry Christmas indeed.
When her mother had quite finished, Bella linked arms clumsily with Rodolphus and strutted back into the busy drawing room. Druella knew more about Bellatrix's life than she had ever thought was possible and in Bella's drunken state, she would have to be very careful around her mother. Once in the crowd, Bella met her little sister, Narcissa, and with one sweeping movement, stole the youngest Black's drink.
"Oi! Bella!" she protested.
"Go screw Lucy Malfoy, Cissy. He just arrived," she spat disgustingly at her youngest sister seeing the Malfoy family at the door.
Narcissa huffed and turned from her sister, strutting over to her blonde, princess-like boyfriend. Bella rolled her eyes and promptly left Rodolphus by himself, much to the boy's bemusement, and found her father.
"Bella," he smiled as he saw her.
"Hello daddy," Bella said, sickly. She stood on her tip toes and gave him a alcohol flavoured kiss on the lips then whispered in his ear in her cutest and fakest baby voice, out to destroy her mother for her horrid nature, "Mummy is being horrible to me, daddy."
Cygnus chuckled darkly and kissed his daughter again, "You may do as you like with the young Lestrange, Bellatrix. I allow it. You're a big girl now," he said huskily in her ear. Bella smiled darkly at her father and kissed him once more before turning and swaying back to her boyfriend. As soon as she reached him, her hands found his round backside and squeezed as she crushed her lips to his for /everyone/ to see.
Druella had found her way to Mrs. Lestrange and was laughing and chatting with her like she always did. ''And then what?'' Dru asked in interest, but she didn't listen to the answer. Instead she saw behind Mrs. Lestrange her daughter and the Lestrange boy. Her eyes locked on them and then she looked over to her husband; he was standing by the drinks table with his friends, Lestrange, Yaxley and Malfoy. But he wasn't participating in the conversation. His eyes were on their daughter who was kissing the young Lestrange almost in the middle of the parlour. Amusement plastered upon his face. 'oh that son of a toad!' she thought to herself. But as soon as she saw Abraxas' eyes she didn't care. As long as her husband and daughter were busy she could get away.
Her plan was in motion. She had gotten Cygnus to chug down few firewhiskies, a scotch or two and was he now on a bottle of red wine. She smirked to herself as he tried to walk across the room to get something to eat or make conversation; He could barely stand on his own two feet or make an understandable word slither from his slurring mouth. Perfect.
Druella made her way to Abraxas and Mrs. Yaxley where she linked her arm with his and smiled, ''Abraxas dear, would you be a doll and help me in the kitchen? Cygnus has had too much to drink to help me.'' It was true, she wasn't lying about Cygnus, but she wouldn't be going the kitchen. Abraxas excused himself from Mrs. Yaxley and walked out of the parlour with his lover.
As soon as they were out of everyone's sight he pushed her to a wall and crushed her lips with his own. A true passionate kiss.
''Abraxas...''she sighed as his lips claimed her neck, ''Wait, not here...'' she whispered and pushed him away a little bit, ''anyone can walk out of the parlour and see us.''
She grabbed his hand and led him into the guest bedroom across from Bella's bed chambers. The both of them had had few too many and so the door was left ajar. They were both so desperate for the other that it didn't matter. At least not yet.
He picked her up with muscular arms and threw her onto the four poster bed then soon enough his body was on top of hers. His lips claimed her own and her neck. She hurried, taking his tie and jacket off and unbuttoning his white shirt. She wanted him now. Not having the patience she ripped the rest off the buttons off and threw his shirt on the floor, stroking down his chest and stomach, hooking her fingers in his belt. Her desires had overcome her in every sense.
Her shoes had been kicked off, and her stockings slid down as her dress was hitched up to her waist. He didn't bother taking it off. He only needed access to her thighs although the dress had been tugged down from her chest to reveal her breasts. The dress now only on her stomach. She groaned slightly as she felt his lips on her breasts and his tongue rolling over her nipples. He and only he could make her feel that way. Nothing would change it.
Soon enough his trousers and boxers were down to his knees so his member was out in the open and already as big as it could get. Gasps and moans filled the air and she scratched down his back as he hit the right spot within her. Even he grunted in pleasure and kept ramming his hips to hers, making her breasts bounce. Only few minutes more and she would be in heaven. She would be happy. She would be happy with her lover at last.
. . .
Bellatrix's twisted little mind had brewed its plan and as soon as over Rod's shoulder she saw her mother leave the room, she knew she would be able to finally go upstairs with her boyfriend. Rodolphus, who had already had far too much to drink, had seemed to forget they were in the middle of a roomful of people. He began to attack her neck and feel her curves until she smacked him hard and darted for the door, tugging him with her.
Once finally out of the room and stumbling up the stairs Bella and Rod couldn't keep their hands off each other. It was well known throughout pureblood society that neither the eldest Black or Lestrange would be pure for their wedding so, naturally, it was practically already decided they would marry. Why bother hiding their lust now?
The pair faltered to move on as they reached the landing, Rod pressing himself to Bella's petite yet curvy frame and backed her into the wall. Already he was hitching up her dress but Bella was not stupid, she wasn't going to allow her mother to walk around the corner and see her like this. "Come on.." she whispered to him huskily, smacking his backside and making them both giggle.
She went to guide him into her bed chambers but she hit an invisible wall as she heard the lustful moans from only a few feet away in the guest bedroom. Without even thinking, Bella whipped round and saw it; her mother and Abraxas Malfoy only mostly naked as they...
"Oh Merlin!" Bella screeched in horror at the sight. She felt her stomach twist as if she would throw up.
Rodolphus however hadn't even seemed to notice the other couple opposite for he yanked her into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. As soon as there was the hard surface of he door, Bella had been pressed against it and in a whirl of confusion and moans and want, he took her.
. . .
Druella continued moaning loudly, not even noticing the door was wide open. Anyone could see them. Her husband, daughters, Abraxas' son. Anyone.
They were too busy on the bed, moving to a rapid rhythm, till it happened. Druella's back arched up from the covers, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held onto him for dear life. A loud scream filled the air and a grunt from Abraxas as he struggled to keep thrusting to his own climax.
Druella's hair was a mess from rubbing against the covers, her skin sparkled with little sweat drops as did Abraxas' back with the mixture of blood pearls from the scratches. ''Oh Merlin...you never fail to satisfy me...'' she grunted with her eyes closed, relaxing on the bed.
''And the same to you,'' Abraxas' lips were on her neck, tasting her sweet salty sweat, ''If only it could happen more often,'' he chuckled.
It wasn't long until they were at it again but at this time she was on top, rolling her hips to his and Abraxas' large hands were on her waist. Again, it was amazing. Again, it was more pleasurable then any sex with her own husband.
. . .
Bella couldn't shut out her mother as Rodolphus continually thrust into her. Any scene like that should have scarred a young girl but as her and Rodolphus' moans merged with those of Druella's and Abraxas', Bellatrix found herself enjoying it more. God, it was good. Who would have thought that she would be turned on by her own mother? 'No!' She thought to herself, 'that's not what's happening! No!'
Rodolphus groped her breasts and tweaked at her bare nipples as she shrugged off her dress, he only pulled out of her momentarily for her to do so. He wasn't flawless with his technique by any means but Bellatrix found it incredible - she wouldn't admit to herself that that was almost probably due to the couple next door.
Rod finished after not much work and suddenly, something she had never experienced before, stars started to haze her sight and a feeling of utter euphoria swept over her...
"Ohh!" she cried out, absolutely certain anybody would be able to hear her, "Rod!"
As the climax died down, Rodolphus planted a heavy kiss on her lips and she replied by snaking her tongue into his mouth. The pair undressed each other of what clothes they still wore and made their way to Bellatrix's bed where Bella took charge. She pressed him down onto the mattress and lay atop him. Expertly, she slid down him and flicked her tongue against the head of his snake. She giggled as it twitched in response. In not much more time, the pair were conjoined once again as Bella rode him wildly.
...
After few amazing minutes they stopped. Now laying panting on the bed. ''Maybe we should head back down... I don't want people to get suspicious,'' Abraxas sighed before he pressed his lips to the top of Druella's head.
''I think you're right. However I'm sure Bellatrix is keeping Cygnus quite busy... Or Rodolphus is keeping Bellatrix busy... Either way, I suppose you're right. We should get back...'' she bit her lip and looked up to him as she lay on top of him, her head on his shoulder and her long nails drawing all sorts of shapes on his chest.
Both of them got off the bed after few minutes of catching their breath and enjoying the moment together. Abraxas buttoned his shirt again after using a spell to fix the torn stitches and pulled his trousers back up. Druella on the other hand had to do a lot more. Her hair was a mess, her lipstick was smeared and to get the corset back to the right place she had to take off her dress. After making everything perfect yet again she smoothed down her dress and smiled happily to herself in the mirror before turning to face Abraxas who had come up behind her and started kissing her neck.
''Abbie,'' she grinned happily and wrapped her arms around him, noticing just then that her lipstick was on his neck and lips which made her giggle a bit. ''You've got some lipstick on you...'' taking a wipe from a vanity desk, she started cleaning it off, making sure that everything was as normal. She kissed his lips once more before he left the room.
As she watched Abraxas walk back down to the parlor where everybody was still drinking and chatting and dancing, she rose her eyebrow, thinking she heard some noise from the bedroom across from her; from Bellatrix's room.
Slowly she stepped across the corridor and grabbed the door knob to turn it, pushing the door very carefully open as the sound of moans grew louder... then an image came to her. Her daughter in the exact same position as she was in just few minutes ago. Her eyes widened and fury grew within her. She noticed that they hadn't spotted her but, by God, they would!
''BELLATRIX BLACK!'' she screamed as she stood in the doorway, ''Rodolphus Lestrange! Stop this, this instance!'' Deep within her she knew she couldn't blame them. Heck she had been doing the exact same thing, but with a married man not minutes ago.
Bella had thrown her head back in ecstasy, crying out for release when her mother's voice pierced the atmosphere. Her eyes flew open, cheeks becoming bright red before flushing chalky white as she threw herself off of Rodolphus.
"Mother!" she shrieked in utter panic and embarrassment, "Get out of my room! GET OUT!" she cried, attempting to cover her naked body by scrambling for sheets and hiding behind the stunned Lestrange. She felt tears of fury and shame sting her eyes. Why would Druella burst in like that?!
"I certainly will not get out!" she retaliated, striding to the bed where she grabbed the covers and pulled them off, "You get out of here. Now!" she glared at Rodolphus, not really caring that his naked body was out in the open and in action.
"How dare you disobey my orders Bellatrix?!" she shrieked her eyes now fixed upon her daughter, "How dare you go against my wishes?! Get yourself cleaned up and go downstairs. I will tell your father about this!" and with that she turned around and headed downstairs to her husband and lover.
As she entered the room, scanned it with fiery eyes. The children had gotten hold of the wine, the adults had finished more than half of their alcohol and were now dancing wildly, shrieking as they laughed and were knocking things over left right and centre. Druella, taking a deep calming breath, darted to her husband as she found him and smiled sweetly, "Darling, can I have a word with you in private?" she grabbed his upper arm and dragged him away from Mrs Lestrange.
He clearly didn't to walk away from his conversation but he walked with Druella none-the-less.
"What do you want?" he asked sourly, the stench of whiskey and cigar smoke on his breath.
"I just found Bellatrix in her room with Rodolphus Lestrange. I know you don't care but she disobeyed me, Cygnus! Punish her."