sorry about the massive delay for me posting this chapter but ya know... uni is a bitch. hope you all enjoy the Dracotrix!
Bella recovered quickly. She smiled her seductive, insane grin, "what now, Draco?" Her voice was husky. "Will you kill me?" She put on a horrible, mock baby voice, "poor, itty, bitty, baby Draco. So small. He can't hurt me. His spells won't work." Suddenly she cackled, "you can't do it, Draco. I know you. You're a coward."
Draco flushed, angry. "You know nothing of the hell I lived through last year," he said quietly. Bella began to sidle closer to him, her black robe bunching at the breasts where she was obviously sweating, though from fear or nerves or something else, he could not tell. "Oh really," she purred, "why doesn't my favourite nephew tell me all about it." Draco saw the glint in her eyes just in time, as he threw himself back onto the lime green coverlets. Oh no you don't, he thought grimly, pushing the wand behind his pillow.
"You are making your Aunt very angry," she said menacingly, before walking over to the bed. Draco smiled up at her, more confident then he felt. "If you want it back, you'll have to come get it." He lay back, arms behind his head, relaxed. A wicked smile erupted on Bella's face.
"Oh you are a wicked, wicked boy...but this won't save you, though I promise you it will be pleasurable."
"We'll see," muttered Draco, "the pleasure will be all mine."
Her voice was coaxing. "Come now, Draco, this will be so much more enjoyable if I have my wand. You know how much your Aunt loves pleasure and pain." She paused, licking her lips in anticipation, "crucio and sex... delicious... I have to say Draco, I'm liking you more and more. If you're going to be tortured, it might as well be mixed in with some fun. Sensible boy!"
Draco laughed out loud. "I don't think so. You do this... thing for me, then I give you back the wand."
Her unbound hair fell down around her face and she pouted, whimpering like a child denied a sweet. Draco smiled. "I know about your strange fetishes, Aunt, and I have catered for them." He reached over to his dressing table. "See Aunty dear... a knife, a tie and a whip. You choose, but only one. One is quite enough!"
Bella's pout became a sneer, "you think you can order me to obey, nephew. I... Bellatrix Lestrange..."
"have a well known sex fetish," Draco quipped, studying his fingernails, bored. He knew what would win out in the end. Lust.
"I will have my wand back when we are done, and when I do..." her smile was terrifying as she began to laugh.
"Yes, yes," Draco snapped, "are you going to choose?"
Her eyes were like daggers, but her mouth was dripping with anticipation. "The knife Draco dear," she said, oozing sexuality. Her voice was a bare whisper as he felt a shiver run down his spine, "the knife." Perhaps he had underestimated his Aunt. After all, there was more than one way to send someone mad. She was living proof of that. Well, it was too late now.
Her hand slid beneath the waistband of his pants and her smile was terrible. Her wicked pink tongue came out and slowly licked the side of his face. "Coward," she whispered as she crawled closer to the bed.
Before Draco could stop himself, he'd slapped her, but instead of wincing in pain she laughed, tinkling peals of laughter. "Oh don't be a fool, Draco. I shan't hurt you... yet." Her mouth was seductively close to his, as he closed his eyes and made himself tangle his hands in her unruly hair. She deftly unbuttoned his shirt, her hands stroking him, as he began to unlace her black corset.
Bella cackled. "Why bother? A dress lifts easily."
Draco shrugged in reply and pushed his clothes onto the floor in a messy pile. "Suit yourself."
"Oh ho, how romantic, nephew. Come, come, put your heart into it." Her hand groped his dick; pushing, pulling, moulding, doing things Pansy had never dared do.
"Erect from my attentions, hmmm?" She slid down as Draco watched wide eyed. Was this scarring him more than any Cruciatus Curse? He supposed it might, but her attentions felt so good. Feels so right/it can't be wrong/rocking and a rolling all night long. But this is my Aunt!
Her pink mouth was wet and moist and he could feel himself coming in her mouth. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of pleasure. She was talented! She stopped, panting from lack of breath. Somehow Draco still found her beautiful. It was madness, but a lovely kind of madness, as she brandished her knife, her eyes chocolate, liquid lust.
It was like he was drowning, drowning as she cut her hand and rubbed the ruby droplets into his back, as he thrust into her sticky cunt and she cried out in pleasure, as he carefully licked the blood of her hand like a twisted vampire; ever groaning in delight.
Sweat was pouring off the both of them, but even that seemed romantic, as they went at it again and again and again, sometimes with fingers, once even with the hilt of the knife, into his Aunt as her breasts heaved in delight.
But then she rolled off him and the dream was shattered. Her voice was hoarse and tired, "your parents will be home soon." Draco groaned out loud as Bella touched his cheek, "I know pet, I know, and we were having so much fun." The evil smile was back, it was as if nothing had changed between them. "Now give me my wand so I can finish this off properly."
Draco stared at her incredulously. Could any woman be so heartless? His first, stupid plan (for now he could see it had been a ridiculous idea) had failed. "You can't..." he said frantically.
"And why's that?" Her brown eyes reflected her enjoyment of his fear.
"You haven't tried the other things yet... the whip, the tie... you haven't finished with me yet.'
Her laugh made his hair stand on end. "Nice try, Draco dear, but I don't think so." Her hand reached for the wand, and her tone became cold and commanding. "Give it to me."
Draco dressed sullenly as she cradled her wand in her hand, mulling over a new idea. "Aunty?"
She looked up absentmindedly, "yes?"
"You told me a bedtime story. Before you send me round the bend, I'll do the same for you."
His Aunt's eyes looked troubled for a second, before the evil mask came back down. "Make it quick... if you play for too much time..." The threat hung over him unspoken as she twisted her wand slowly in her left hand.
"Once upon a time, there was a boy. He had a mother and a father, but no brother's or sisters and he was often lonely. His mother said little as his father spent more and more time away from home, and the boy, the boy he always felt so alone. He had every material need he could want, but little real love and affection. On his sixth birthday, his Aunty came to stay. She gave the boy lots of presents, but most of all she gave him love... hugs and kisses and praise. Often the boy wished he could have been his Aunt's son, and he loved her more than his own submissive mother." Draco's voice broke. "I loved you, respected you more than I did my own parents, and this is how you repay that love?"
He looked up to find Bella's cheeks wet with tears, her brown eyes warm and pained. She got up quietly, straightening her black robe with dignity, thrusting her wand into his beseeching hands.
Draco felt hope stir.
Her mouth was no longer seductive; just quivering with raw emotion. "I'm so sorry, Draco, so, so sorry." Tears spilled as she left his room, her sadness still hanging thick in the air.