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Her heart was beating so hard it seemed to echo around the bedroom. The bed was soft and comfortable, but Hermione couldn't rest. Her mind seemed to be working a mile a minute, thoughts visions, sensations making her tremble and blush. How could she have done that? How could she have allowed him to...

She felt her body heat and her core flood at the thought of what had just transpired. She could still feel him against her, even though he had left the room. That hard bulge in his pants rubbing so intimately against her. Making her feel things that were wrong before marriage; a lecture often bestowed by her mother. Sure she knew that was an outdated guilt and one she had argued against on more then one occasion. But deep down, it still felt wrong.

"I can't do this," she hissed and just like that she knew that she had to escape.

No matter what the cost, this was worse. The pure-bride bath had worn off and for the first time since the field her mind was working logically again.

It was time to go, while she still had her own mind she had to go. "I can't go back to the Order," she said softly. "But who says I have to? I just have to get away from here. Everything else can be decided later."

Decision made, Hermione rolled out of the bed, grabbed her simple white shawl and wrapped it around her shoulders. Wand... She almost laughed out loud when she saw it sitting neatly on the bedside table. She wondered why they hadn't taken it away, but there was no time. Later. She would think about it later.

Grabbing the wand and tying her hair back out of her face she checked the mirror quickly. In case she was seen it would look better if she didn't look as though she were fleeing. She ran for the door and flung it open but was thrown aside as the door was pulled by another hand.

Hermione screamed her shock when she saw Rodolphus' large frame filling the doorway. She backed away from him, shuddering at his thunderous expression.

"Going somewhere?" His voice was low and soft but his expression showed the violence that bubbled beneath.

"I – Well I..." She cringed and backed away another step as he stepped closer. "I was just going to wash up a bit." She made a flat breathless laugh. "You know, splash my face, Br – brush my teeth?"

"Ah-ha," he murmured and took another tremulous step forward. "So, you wouldn't be running away at all?"

She gave another breathless laugh, cringing at how shrill it sounded to her ears. "No! Of – Of course not. What? Me run away? Never."

"Well good," he replied, his tone still soft and dangerous. "Because if you were, I would have to punish you." He took another step and as he did pulled off his vest and let it drop to the ground. "Ooh the things I would have to do to you."

A shiver of excitement burned down her spine and pooled in her lower belly. Damn! She had to get away. Away from him, from this. Merlin, away from him!

"Stop," Hermione rasped and pulled her wand pointing it at his heart.

His lips curled into a slow, all too sensual grin that made her toes curl and her own lips tingle.

"Are you going to kill me, Hermione?" He took another step, his expression giving away nothing.

"I have to go, and you are going to let me."

His eyes narrowed. "I was hoping you would say that."

"W – What?"

All too fast he advanced, knocking the wand out of her hand. With a gasp she tried to run but he grabbed her arm and yanked her against him, pulling her roughly till her back was flush against his hard front. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her harder against him and she gasped at the feel of his trapped erection, pressing against her bottom.

"Ooh..." His voice was low and sensual in her ear. "The things I'll have to do..."

P – Please," she stuttered. "I can't do this..." She struggled and whimpered at the way his arm tightened. "Damn it, Rodolphus. If I couldn't do this with Ronald, how can I do it with you?"

She felt his arm relax slightly but before she could take a relieved breath, his arm tightened again. "My heart bleeds, mudblood," he sneered and shoved her hard against the high bed-post.

"Please. My Lord please don't," she pleaded her body shuddering with new fear and disturbing desire.

But he wasn't listening as he pulled her arms roughly above her head and tied them with what looked like a silvery rope. She was left helpless, hands tied, and her powerful master standing, unseen behind her.

Merlin, Woman! She screamed in her head as she pulled fruitlessly against the rope and felt another hot shiver of excitement slide down her spine and settle like warm honey in her lower belly. Stop thinking about sex and get yourself out of this. You've Helped Sirius Black escape the Dementors, fed Umbridge to a giant, you brought Draco Malfoy to his knees in seventh year....

But none of that made a lick of difference. With a whispered spell, her captor cut through her white robe so it fell to her feet, leaving her bare to his heated gaze. She heard him groan, a deep rumbling sound that seemed to shudder through her whole body.

His first touch made her gasp. One finger ran slowly down her spine, arousing every nerve to sharp attention. A soft mewing escaped her lips as his fingers flickered over the sensitive flesh of her bottom.

"So responsive," He purred, his hot breath gusting against her throat. "You've been a very bad girl, Hermione." He tugged sharply at her hair.

"Yes, my Lord," she gasped and arched.

"Mmm, yes my Lord." His tongue licked slowly up her throat as his voice rumbled. "I like the way that sounds on those sweet lips."

His voice was intoxicating and his touch made her tremble like none had before. There should have been shame, anger, repugnance! But another part of her arched again and purred. What good were those emotions when her Lord had her tied and completely in his power. She was helpless and completely at this man's mercy. And damn but that thought sent another wave of heat through her whole body.

Against her will a soft moan escaped her lips and it was answered by a deep chuckle from her master. He leaned closer, pressing his larger body against hers, his lips ticking the shell of her ear.

"My sweet slave," he murmured, gently pulling her hair to the side to bare her throat to his lips. "The desire I can feel heating your flesh is like none I have beheld. You speak of that whelp Weasley, but I think you will agree that we are two very - different - men."

She nodded and inhaled sharply at the feel of his long fingers at her back.

She was exquisite. Pure perfection in the form of this simple young woman. The way she trembled under his fingers, sighed at his touch. He couldn't remember ever wanting anyone the way he wanted her and she was his.

His mouth brushed over her throat, tongue flicking over her pulse, feeling it jump and his arousal spiked with it.

"Mine," he growled against her shoulder. "My sweet, sweet slave."

"Yes, My Lord," she gasped.

Rodolphus stood back to admire his new toy and felt his cock flex painfully against the front of his pants. Seeing Potter's Mudblood, naked, her bare flesh seeming to glow in the moonlight, was almost too much. He refrained from adding pressure to his straining crotch as he feared that even that small touch would make him come in his pants... again.

The scene before him was quite simply the sexiest view he had ever beheld. Hermione's arms were held high above her head, showing the long smooth line of her back and the gentle curve of her waist, hips, and her luscious arse. While Bellatrix was tall and slim and willowy with small pert breasts, rather like an ice sculpture he had seen once as a boy, Hermione was rounded, curvy, soft... warm. Her breasts large and full, her body pure and untouched by other men...

He shook his head. These thoughts were not needed. He loved his wife, had loved and lusted after her since he was fifteen. Hermione was simply a contrast and it served to purpose that she would be a different woman in form and nature.

All at once he remembered why he had her tied. She had tried to run. He grinned smugly at the way her breaths came quickly and the obvious wetness on her inner thighs. Whether she was willing to admit it or not, Hermione wanted his dominance and though the first time would be painful, in time she would scream for his cock.

Never the less, she needed to be punished. He could not let her disobedience pass. He closed in again and she gasped when he placed a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. His hand slid down her back till he cupped her soft arse cheek and squeezed just hard enough to make her cry out softly, and he knew full well that it was not pain that made her cry. He was well skilled in both pain and pleasure and knew how to give his slave both.

"Tonight I will be the first man to stretch your tight cunt around my thick, very hard cock," he said, grinning at the way she trembled and the fresh flood of liquid arousal where his finger gently circled her virgin slit. So, the prim and proper bookworm likes dirty talk. "But I must also punish you for your earlier bad behaviour."

She shivered and pressed more firmly against his hand. "Ye... Yes, My Lord. I am very sorry, I became scared when you left... I swear that it won't happen again."

"No – it won't," he said sternly. "Now I am going to unfasten your hands and you will walk to the desk, bend over it and grip the sides with your hands. You will not let go until I instruct it."

"My... My Lord, Please..."

"You will not question me!" He bellowed and watched her shiver again, this time in fear.

"Yes my Lord, I will do as I am told."

Satisfied he whispered the charm to unfasten her hands and watched with interest as she rubbed wrists for a moment before flicking fearful eyes at him and moving towards the desk. She bent over the hard wood and gripped the sides of the desk.

Rodolphus groaned as another wave of hot lust rocketed through his large body and drew even more blood to his engorged cock. He had thought her tied was erotic, this was way past that. Bent over, Hermione presented her luscious round arse to his hungry eyes. He had a clear view of her toned thighs and a agonising tease of her wet, pussy lips.

He had to take several deep breaths before he was ready to approach. It had been a long time since he had felt this aroused, not since he was fourteen and had found his father's secret collection of magazines. He remembered encircling his cock with his hand for the first time, the forbidden thrill, the burning rush of pleasure as he stroked himself watching those filthy sluts present their cunts for the camera. Rodolphus grinned, he and his cock had been very close friends from that day on.

But this woman was not magazine slut. She was pure, innocent and good, and she was all his. His hand rested on her upturned arse, and gently caressed her soft, creamy flesh for a moment. Her mewing and gently shifts telling him how much she enjoyed his touch.

His lip curled and his expression grew stern as he remembered her disobedience again. And without further thought he pulled back his hand and delivered a sharp slap to one creamy cheek. The smack stung his hand and his slave cried out, but did not attempt to escape. He smacked her again and she whimpered, again and again and again. It was not until the tenth smack of his large hand against her tender arse that he noticed that though she whimpered, the muggleborn was raising her arse to his hand with every strike.

It was too much. He had to take her now or he would go mad.

Hermione gasped when Rodolphus suddenly yanked her to her feet.

He spun her to face him and pulled her flush against his broad chest. "My sweet slave," he murmured, his voice husky. "You have pleased me very much."

A new bubble of pride and joy seemed to grow within her chest and she smiled shyly up at her master. "Thank you, My Lord."

He cupped her face and tipped her chin up so she was gazing straight into his dark eyes. "j'ai besoin de toi," he rasped in French.

I need you

And he picked her up, one arm behind her shoulders, the other under her knees. "Mon chérie, this one time I will be gentle. But I warn you do not get used to it." He leaned closer, his hot breath tickling her lips. "I am not a gentle man."

"I understand," she whispered, and offered another shy smile. "Thank you My Lord."

He set her on the large bed and she sat up, knees bent and her hands covering her breasts. He grinned and chuckled at her modesty and she felt her cheeks flush.

She watched, her heart beating faster, as he slowly unbuttoned his leather pants, and gasped, her eyes growing wide when his long, thick manhood sprung free.

Back at Hogwarts, Hermione had caught a glimpse of Lavender's Playwitch magazine, but none of those men looked anything like Rodolphus. He stood so tall, his shoulders so wide. His body was muscular and strong, his legs long and lean and meeting at a thick thatch of dark auburn hair...

"Like what you see?" His gruff voice pulled her out of her thoughts with a start.

"I... I, um... You – You're beautiful." Was all she could manage.

He raised a curious brow, by seemed pleased with her statement. Before she was ready Rodolphus was crawling towards her on the bed, slow, predatory, every movement deliberate as she lay back and he covered her smaller body with his larger one.

Propping himself on his elbow, his dark, soulful eyes watched her closely. His large hand caressed, gently up over her hip, her waist, his fingertips tickled the side of her breast, before moving downwards again with agonizing slowness.

Her whole body ached with need and frustration made her whimper. When her eyes flickered open again he was smirking down at her, seeming to know exactly what she wanted and simply teasing her.

"Rodolphus," she moaned breathlessly, arching her back and curling her hands around his shoulders.

His eyes clouded and his expression softened slightly, but it was gone in the same moment. "Impatient little muggleborn aren't we?" he murmured, his mouth grazing hotly over her cheek then down her throat. His hand cupped her breast and he groaned when her nipple hardened against his palm.

Hermione mewed and nodded. She shivered as his hand moved downwards again, over her hip and slowly inwards to tease the fine curls that covered her sensitive mons. A whimper escaped her as his long fingers parted her nether lips and dipped gently inside.

"Ooh," she moaned and parted her thighs a little further, giving him more access to her intimate core.

His mouth ghosted over hers, close but so far as his fingers rubbed her clitoris in tiny circles sending long ripples of pleasure through her body. "Tu es magnifique," he breathed and parted her thighs further, settling himself between them.

And he was there, thick and hot against her soaking opening. This new contact made her eyes flick wide. "I... Rodolphus?"

"Shh," he shushed her, his fingers stroking her cheek, hand shaking slightly. "Don't tense up, Cherie."

With a gentle thrust of his hips he pushed the head of his erection into her untouched passage, spreading her wide. A soft cry left her lips as he filled her with more heat, his short even thrusts taking him deeper with every push. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and with a long, broken groan he gripped her hips and thrust home.

The sharp sting of his invasion made her gasp but it was gone sooner then she expected, leaving her with the delicious sensation of fullness, being stretched to capacity in the most exciting way possible. She bent her knees to bring him deeper and circled her hips, moaning her pleasure and doing it again.

"Fuck..." He hissed, all traces of tenderness gone as he grinned wolfishly down at her. "You feel so fucking good." He took her lips in a passionate, wide mouthed kiss as he withdrew smoothly almost all the way out and then back inside with a groan.

His body was so hot, so large over hers and the muscles in his shoulders and back knotted and flexed under her hands with every long, deliberate thrust of his lower body. It was all Hermione could do to hold on to him and feel, arching and whispering his name over and over as he took her.

Everything about Rodolphus was intoxicating. His auburn hair hung either side of his ruggedly handsome face, his eyes boring into her soul, his lips parted and slightly upturned with every ragged breath he drew. The musky scent of him permeated around them, and the sounds of their mingled lust filled the room. And, oh Merlin, his huge body shimmered in the candlelight as sweat spiking under her fingers.

All at once he was moving faster, his long thick cock pumping deep and hard. He dipped his head again and flicked his tongue sensuously into her mouth. "Ooh yeah," he growled, thrusting faster, nipping at her jaw. "You were built to be fucked ... Made for my cock..."

The pressure was building in her lower body, hot and so sweet. He was stretching her more then she thought possible and with every deep plunge he was assaulting her swollen clit just enough, dragging her with him through the gates of bliss.

"Merlin, Rodolphus, Ooh!" she rasped, her throat parched as her head flicked from side to side.

She was so close. Her body trembled as she teetered on the pinnacle, so close to completion but somehow so far. Her nails scratched down his flexing, sweat soaked back and she wound her legs around his hips, desperate for more friction.

Arching, thrusting, crying out in mingled pleasure and frustration, she demanded the rapture that his perfect sexy body promised. "Merlin, please, oh please Rodolphus... Make me yours... So close..."

Growling into her ear, his hands gripped her hips tighter, holding her in place as his cock pistoned in and out, slamming into her with a force and fury. He was a primal beast, growling and grunting in her ear, his sweat mingling with her own, his body heavy and his breath hot against her face.

Their bodies strained against one another, each reaching towards that one blissful point and each dragging the other closer. Then all at once her body arched violently, her sheath contracting again and again around his flexing cock. Scolding heat suddenly exploded from where he filled her with a sweet intensity that was both terrifying and thrilling and somewhere in the distance she heard and felt him give a cracked roar and stiffen as his body was wracked by his own carnal release.

Rodolphus collapsed on top of the smaller witch and wrapped his arms around her still trembling body. His mind and body buzzed but with a few deep calming breaths he managed to roll away and stare up at the ceiling as his heart slowed and the breeze cooled his sweat covered body. He turned his head to the side when he felt her smaller body curl against his. She sighed softly and her breaths came deep and even in her sated sleep.

Remembering the way her body had felt beneath his, that perfect silent scream when she came, Rodolphus felt a strong wave of masculine pride. But looking at her so fragile, her hair a mess of curls over the pillow and her cheeks flushed with their exertion, a sharp sliver of guilt slid through his mind.

She was a woman in every meaning of the word, fragile and gentle and yet passionate and eager for the carnal desires of man and woman. The young woman had so much warmth and sweetness. The way she had stroked her fingers through his hair in those first few minutes after, the way she moaned and whispered his name over and over. If this were her wedding night, her husband could not be more sure that he was cherished… Loved.

I robbed her of this gift.

She shivered and shifted and for a moment Rodolphus wondered what it would be like to wrap her in his arms, pull the blanket over them both and...

Rolling his eyes he pulled away and covered her naked body with the blanket, trying not to smile when she grumbled and snuggled into the warmth. He shook his head and turned away, dressing quickly and leaving before he could sneak another look.

It was just the afterglow. Nothing more.

~*~

He strode quickly to his wife's rooms. She was awake, he knew she was. Awake and waiting for him, the way she had been waiting for several years now, and tonight he would be her husband.

When he reached her door, he threw it open, not bothering to knock. Belatrix was indeed awake and she jumped to her feet when he entered, her cheeks flushing.

"Husband," she breathed, watching him closely, carefully as he approached with slow deliberate steps.

"Wife," he growled and wound his arm around her waist, pulling her to him with a wolfish grin. "You should know that it would take more then a filthy-blooded virgin to sate my lust."

His mouth slanted over hers, taking her lips in a deep possessive kiss. But as they fought for domination on the bed, Rodolphus' head filled with Hermione's voice, whispering his name so tenderly.

When he shuddered over his keening wife, it was Hermione's body arching and whispering his name beneath him. He opened his eyes, breathing still harsh, to Belatrix's sultry and very smug grin.

"I have missed you, my Husband." Her voice was still slightly gruff from their shared exertion.

"And I, you. Wife."