One set of little feet came running after her much quicker, and as two surprisingly strong arms that she had grown to know very well wrapped around her waist. Bellatrix couldn't help but be excited, she felt the little feather light kisses littering the back of her neck, obviously begging for Bellatrix to take off the silencing charm, and feeling evermore giddy, she did. She really was very very kind. Bellatrix thought she deserved a medal.

"I get to play with both of you, right? I mean, it's not just you enjoying some little French bit while I sit idly by?"

"Why? Are you jealous, Nellie?" She had said it as a little joke, but the way Nell's feathers were obviously ruffled by it surprised Bellatrix. Maybe that was what had been causing all of the spats. Bellatrix debated the merits of using this information to play with the baker a little more, the raven haired witch eventually decided that Nellie would be no fun at all if she were being terribly pouty.

"Well then, what's the hold-up? Are we having our little come to Jesus meeting here in the hall then? 'Cause really, I'm much too sore too..."

Bellatrix shoved a startled Madam into the bedroom before slamming the door shut between them.

"We've something we need to talk about. You just stay in there quietly and we'll be in, in a moment." The witch turned back to her little baker who was giving her the strangest look.

"Oh really. Look, the entire reason this sounds so fun, is because she looks," and acts but Bellatrix didn't think that the wisest thing to admit at the moment, "so much like you. So why would I only want one when I could have two?" Though Nellie had obviously warmed up to the idea a bit, she still didn't seem entirely confident of the situation. "And it's only for the weekend. Which is fine by me, because honestly," she grabbed Mrs. Lovett's waist to pull her closer. "...nothing compares to the original."

Bellatrix put on then her very best pout with her biggest eyes. She didn't like asking, even if it was an indirect sort of way of asking for permission, not for anything. But not only was Nellie essential to the days plans of debauchery and frottage, and vital to her living situation back in London, Bellatrix had grown rather attached to the strange little muggle and didn't like the idea of her being upset.

Nellie was obviously falling for it. Bellatrix could tell by the way she kept trying to hide a smile creeping up on her face, and the deliciously low tone she adopted when she spoke her next words. "Fine." Bellatrix lit up.
"But only because I have some etiquette to teach our hostess."

Bouncing on the balls of her feet quickly, Bellatrix planted a quick grateful kiss on Mrs. Lovett's mouth before dragging them both through the door to join Madam Thenardier.

What they found on the other side of the door was a bit of a surprise. Madam, with one leg lifted onto the bed as she untied a boot, was already stripped down to her most under of underthings.

Bellatrix was sure she heard two distinct thuds of jaws hitting the ground.

Madam turned to them, wine-red nipples just barely visible beneath her flimsy shift. Although truth be told, as much as Bellatrix wanted to focus on them, really she did, in this position with Madam's hem bunched at her hips and only the smallest bit of pearly thigh visible before skin met with stockings. The stockings were admittedly coming off a little less than gracefully, but somehow, each pretense-less tug, wobble, and wiggle made it all the more arousing.

"Well?"

Bellatrix knew she should stop staring, she even felt Nellie stir at her side as she shook herself out of her own head. But knowing and doing were two different things. Bellatrix consciously made the decision to not stop staring.

"'Well' what, love?" Even Nellie's usually so assured voice was quavering with a poorly disguised lust.

Bellatrix couldn't help but growl when a large section of thigh disappeared from sight as Madam changed positions, the hem of her shift falling back where it "should." She did make a note to herself however: when Bellatrix finally reached that level of Overlord where she could have anyone she wanted killed without much interference, the first people to go would be those who made overly-conservative women's underthings.

"Well are we going to do this or what, 'love'?"

Bellatrix was too busy determining whether or not she had fallen asleep at some point, or hit her head, or perhaps had an aneurism of some sort when she killed the muggle auror to answer.

She could however, just make out the sound of a rather loud gulp as Nellie moved closer to her still, grabbing her arm and squeezing just a bit tighter than necessary.

Come to think of it, Nell was being uncharacteristically quiet.

"Do what, love?" A single three-word sentence? Something really was off with the baker.

"You know damn well what, rosbif. You've only been teasing away since you got here."

Madam pressed herself so close to Nellie that the tips of their tiny little noses were almost touching. The angry, Overload-in-progress-warrior inside of Bellatrix was more than a little upset that for some reason, this left the physical, present-in-the-actual-moment Bellatrix dumbfounded; she should never have let someone get so close without noticing them doing so, but she was too distracted to really notice. She would just have to argue with herself about it later.

"Crapaud."

"Crumpet sucker."

"Snail snapper."

"Co-" just before Bellatrix could really internalize how many of the slurs from Madam Thenardier's mouth applied to her as well, Mrs. Lovett shoved her aside, and with each hand buried in a fistful of messy blond hair, wrenched Madam Thenardier's mouth close enough to her own, that she could attack it.

After the brief moment of shock caused by the respective impacts of both the floor and Mrs. Lovett's actions, Bellatrix couldn't help but appreciate how much more sense each of the weekend's meal –centric arguments made (and how much more they would probably make had Bellatrix paid just a little bit more attention to foreign relations in her history books.) These musings didn't stand a chance at any sort of cerebral survival though, as a far more animalistic part of Bellatrix took over her brain and sent a fresh wave of hot blood coursing through her body to her groin.

She was angry, and jealous, and lustful naturally. But like the predator she was, Bellatrix sat back, resting her weight on her haunches as she watched her prey, waiting for them to become their most vulnerable, their most delicious before she would strike.

At this rate it wouldn't take long. Madam had responded very quickly to Nellie's actions for the better, and while her head and mouth were very much captive to Nellie's, her hands moved wildly and quickly, divesting Nellie of all the important bits of clothing in moments. Her own practice with similar constricting fashions had the little baker's breasts and shoulders exposed to the cold air, nipples pebbling and chest heaving with excitement. In seconds her skirts fell to the floor, forgotten at her feet but for the tiny goose pimples appearing on the bare flesh between her stockings and her bloomers at the sudden cold, neither clothing article acting as a deterrent to Madam's roaming hands that reached up and around the leg to quite firmly squeeze Nellie's rear.

The surprised squeak from the tiny Londoner finally freed Madam's mouth from Nellie's and taking advantage of the freedom Madam pulled away long enough to breathe, the pause just long for Nellie to leap forward and tear the flimsy shift from collar hem to hem .

The sound of the tear, the screech of the fabric as fibers were ripped from themselves cued Bellatrix to pounce.

And pounce she did as in an adrenaline-fueled haze she tasted flesh, and sweat as her hands pushed and squeezed against skin and softness as she did her very best to consume her newly bared hostess and all she had to offer. She only became barely aware of the cold that hit her own skin, as Nellie came up behind her making quick work of the layers of black fabric.

It was taking entirely too much effort to keep standing between the three of them. Thank Merlin for a bed being in a bedroom; all Bellatrix had to do was give one firm shove on Madam's shoulders and finally they were all three wrestling atop the quilt and fighting for dominance. Somehow, in a flash Bellatrix found herself on her knees on the corner of the bed, arching her back against the bedpost as Nellie worked away at her core underneath her. The adrenaline mixed with the pleasure Nellie was causing her was like lightning coursing through her veins, it was like the thrill and ecstasy of a hunt contained on a single soft bed in a dim room, and it was wonderful.

Bellatrix spied the inn keeper, who while not allowing herself to be forgotten, moved forward in-between Nellie's legs, and began to slowly move her hands up the sides and around the front of the tiny baker's legs, journeying ever closer to their apex before moving away, only to travel back again, like a wave lapping ever higher on the shore line. The sight of it made Bellatrix shiver. When Madam moved closer again, Bellatrix saw Nellie lift her hips in a silent request. All Madam did in response though was chuckle.

"Ask for it."

Nellie broke her mouths connection with Bellatrix just long enough to growl out, "Please."

This time Madam laughed again, continuing her slow teasing, but louder, almost bordering on a cackle really.

"No rosbif. En français."

Nellie's frustrated pleas were somewhat muffled by Bellatrix perched above her, but Madam could obviously hear each one. Bellatrix certainly wasn't complaining, the vibrations Nellie's helpless whimpers sent through Bellatrix's core were absolutely lovely. They did nothing to motivate Madam though, who continued a light leisurely stroke on Nellie's inner thigh as she moved to rest comfortably on an elbow, a grin plastered from ear to ear. Really, Nellie's moans for more seemed to make Madam even more comfortable doing exactly as she pleased. Bellatrix caught a giggle escaping Madam's lips and couldn't help but smile. If there was one thing Bellatrix liked to watch the near doppelgangers do more than bicker, it was watching them tease each other, while naked. The naked was a important, as was the particularly vicious tug on her clit as Nellie growled out her frustration into Bellatrix. Quickly accompanying the growl was a sharp thrust of Nellie's hips as she tried to thrust herself onto Madam's hand.

Madam though, moved quickly and pulled her hand away just in time to land a sharp smack onto Nellie's clit. Her resulting whimper was just too adorable, as was Madam's throaty chuckle.

"Now, now, Mrs. Lovett, you heard me ask for something, and I never ask twice."

Nellie groaned louder in yet more frustration, and thrust her hips a few more times in a vain attempt to get what she wanted without doing as Madam said.

It wasn't working.

Really, poor Nellie was starting to look absolutely pathetic (and as distracted as she was by her own wants she wasn't focusing very well on Bellatrix anymore) making Bellatrix decide to take pity on her. Using a variant of legilimency that she and Cissy had once used to share secret messages, she poked into Nellie's mind and "spoke."

"'S'il vous plait, Madam Thenardier.'"

Nellie bit Bellatrix thigh rather hard in admonishment. Bellatrix knew better than to poke around in Nellie's mind, but really, this would have gone on forever if she hadn't. She was about to "say" as much a when a particularly deep probing of tongue that followed showed she was forgiven, this time.

Bellatrix felt empty then when Nellie pulled her mouth away long enough to speak in a wavering, regretful tone:

"S'il vous plait, Madam Thenardier!"

Madam just chuckled some more, her fingers moving ever closer to where Nellie wanted them, but not close enough.

"S'il vous plait, what?"

Even Bellatrix had to admit that was dirty ball. Poor Nellie wouldn't know how to explain her filthiest fantasies in French. Hell, even Bellatrix didn't know what the actual word for vagina was, only a few ridiculous euphemisms her mother-in-law had taught her. She was only just starting to try and piece together a sentence using said euphemisms to help Nellie when suddenly, Bellatrix felt the all too familiar sensation of flying, and the awful awful sensation of her ass hitting the ground, hard.

Somewhere back on the bed there was a yelp, and worrying that perhaps Monsieur had finally broken free of his cupboard of imprisonment, Bellatrix grasped her wand and bounced back up…

Just in time to see Nellie, hand buried in Madam's hair, pulling the inn-keeper down quickly and forcefully to exactly where she wanted her.

The air was quickly filled with Nellie's pleasured moans as she got exactly what she had wanted. Bellatrix couldn't help but feel her heart warm with pride as Nellie asserted herself so forcefully. Granted, that had never exactly been an issue with the ferocious little baker, but it was certainly a trait that Bellatrix had always admired. She took the moment then to just enjoy the sight. She could ponder about why she so enjoyed watching Nellie with someone who looked so much like her, but that wouldn't do anything about the deep ache between her thighs; the same ache being further deepened by the look on the baker's face as she threw her head back and her body tightened in response to the inn-keepers ministrations. Bellatrix couldn't help but feel so exceptionally lucky at the thought of how she got to have that wonderful body whenever she wanted.

Dear Merlin! What was going on with her brain? Two lovely naked ladies fucking in front of her and all she could think about was how lucky she was to have her life with her pet muggle back in London?

Fuck it. She was just going to enjoy her time with the two lovely naked ladies.

Crawling forward in the most predatory way she could manage considering how she had ended up on the floor to begin with, Bellatrix made her way up to the bed, behind the Madam and climbed up. Briefly, Madam did try to lift her head to look behind her, but Nellie's hand was too firm and held her right in place. Bella could see her entire body rolling with the thrust of her hips and knew that Nellie would be damned if she would let the pleasure stop.

Making the best eye contact as she could with the hazy eyed baker, Bellatrix positioned herself over Madam Thenardier, and smiled wickedly, before slowly moving her hand down the spine of the inn keeper, eliciting a wonderful moan, and quickly buried two fingers deep inside of her.

The inn-keeper jerked against her hand and let out the most delicious cry, made all the more delightful by the way it was muffled against Nellie's most sensitive self. Bellatrix couldn't help but admire the spectacular way both women arched their backs.

Leaning forward, Bellatrix took just a moment to enjoy the sensations of her breasts pressed against the soft flesh of Madam Thenardier's back, and began to move her hand at an intense pace; the little patience she had once possessed now completely gone.

Together they moved, Madam against Bellatrix's hand, and Nellie against Madam's face with all of them releasing such fantastic moans and calls. The sound alone was enough to work Bellatrix towards a release. She and Nellie really did have to regularly schedule a threesome or something, because the wonderful little choir they were forming positively did things to Bellatrix.

As if hearing Bellatrix's thoughts, Nellie's noises of pleasure grew louder, and more frequent. Madam responded wonderfully, by pushing in two fingers of her own and moving her whole body with her thrusts, forcing Bellatrix to up the intensity herself. She was near desperate now herself for her own release, but was so wonderfully torn between her own physical needs, and her intense need to see that wonderful way that Nellie clenched her eyes and crinkled her nose when she came.

The inn-keeper was making ever more noise as she moved faster and faster, Bellatrix answering with an additional finger inside of her, before turning her hand so that she beckon the Frenchwoman closer to her own little death.

In a flurry it all seemed to happen at once, Madam came with a scream, her movements and cry bringing an already sweating and panting Mrs. Lovett with her, complete with clenched eyes and crinkled nose.

Unable to control herself, Bellatrix threw herself over Madam Thenardier and onto Nellie, capturing her lips with her own in a searing and lustful kiss.

Before she could fully grasp the situation, Bellatrix felt herself being entered, and heard a wicked chuckle before a playful nip was landed on her buttocks. Pulling away in surprise, Bellatrix just missed the wicked grin Nellie cast over her shoulder, before another hand joined the fray, rubbing frantically at her swollen nub.

Bellatrix wanted to hold out, really she did. She wanted to make them work for it and prolong the fun they were having. But in her already hyper sensitive state, Bellatrix could tell she stood no real chance against the two women currently working against her. Only mildly frustrated, Bellatrix finally allowed the electricity to course through her, warmth and energy lapping at her very insides, before collapsing onto Nellie's chest.

It was pleasant really, the way Nellie stroked her hair and whispered sweet nothings into her ear as she came down. She even appreciated the gentle strokes along her side as Madam rested atop Bella's back.

They stayed like this for a few long moments, Bellatrix near falling asleep in her complete comfort and bliss. How rare it was that one got to enjoy moments like this when trying to conquer the world.

With a cough from Nellie though, that do to their strange position, rocked all three of their bodies, Bellatrix found herself still awake.

"As wonderful as this is loves, really, I can't breathe."

Bellatrix obligingly moved to roll off of her lover, only to find Madam obstinantly stiff above her. Elbowing her in the ribs, Bellatrix forced her to move. While she couldn't help but appreciate the moxie, Bellatrix most certainly preferred Nellie Lovett to Madam Thenardier, and wasn't about to let a weekend toy asphyxiate her favorite pet to death.

It took only a moment for Bellatrix to find herself a comfortable position with her head on Nellie's shoulder, and a protective arm slung across her stomach, and the innkeeper curled in behind her, settling her chin on Bellatrix's waist. She could feel all of their breathing then, feel all of them slowing as they started to calm down and drift off into an exhausted sleep. Through the fog as her eyes closed, Bellatrix could just make out Madam's voice.

"So does this mean you'll eat what I make for dinner tonight?"

And Nellie's answering chuckle.

"Not in a million years, love."

Bellatrix was quite proud of her choice of vacation locales; she had quite the skills for foreign relations.

"The only reason I'm not chasing you out with a stick is 'cause you killed the copper!"

All afternoon Bellatrix and Mrs. Lovett had had to listen to Monsieur Thenardier ramble on and on about what horrible guests they were, and horrible people who beat men and steal their women and yadda yadda yadda. Madam had halfheartedly tried to discourage it at first then given up after Nellie kept refusing to let her "help them pack." She did however throw a wink or two their way every now and again.

As it was, they were finally almost gone anyways. Deciding that after fucking the landlady they probably really had overstayed their welcome, they had started prepping to leave just before Monsieur came in demanding it.

It was a day earlier than expected, but Nellie really did want to stop by a country shop to try and find a souvenir for Toby.

Checking the latch on their bag one more time, Bellatrix shrank it down to size before slipping it in her pocket and turning back to their "generous hosts." She shortly raised her chin in acknowledgment. Her goodbyes were done.

Nellie on the other hand wandered up to Monsieur and took his hand to shake it. "Thank you for your incredibly generous hospitality." Just as he started to narrow his eyes at her, Nellie whipped her hand out of his, and landed the biggest sloppiest kiss she could manage on Madam (as Bellatrix could see apparently also stealing a lovely pin out of Madam's hair.)

Sure then that she had sufficiently enraged Monsieur, she skipped over to Bellatrix and grabbed her arm.

Bellatrix enjoyed one more wince on the Thenardier's faces as she laughed, before turning on her heal and getting herself and Mrs. Lovett out of France.

They started walking then, wandering down the small country road laughing all the while as they retold stories that they had both been there to see, until they eventually found a quaint little general shop.

Thankfully it hadn't taken more than a few minutes of Nellie cooing over everything she saw before her little hand clasped around some useless wooden trinket that she was sure Toby would "just adore!" Bellatrix was pretty sure that Nellie could have brought the boy back a lump of dirt, and so long as she said that she had picked it especially for him the boy would have treasured it for the rest of his life.

Deciding not to push it, and just thankful they could finally leave, Bellatrix ushered Nellie over to the counter and waited by the door for the transaction to be over.

Just about then was when Bellatrix was startled by an especially large gasp. She looked over just in time to see Nellie Lovett staring down into her bodice in horror.

"The fucking frog stole my purse!"

Bellatrix couldn't stop the smile that grew on her face as she turned to the clerk. It looked like she would end up casting a jinx or two this weekend after all.