WARNING: Incest. Don't like it, don't read it.
Several muses for this chapter, I couldn't have done it without Elva and Liv, honestly and I hope I did Cygnus and Evander justice here.
My woman; My darling Bella, I can never do these without you and you truly ARE perfect for me.
Sorry for the skip of dinner we thought it best. Enjoy, rate and review.
She'd worn a rather sweet, baby doll, crimson red dress, halter neck and reaching just above her mid thigh, perfected with 6 inch pointed black stilettos, she left her hair open and dark, falling down to her mid-back, the crimson lipstick and nails matched the dress and the girl looked like a woman. And her father had shown her off, showing his friends who he'd met his perfect 'little girl' and treating her as an object the entire night.
Now in bed, hair open and eye-make up on but smudged, she lay still for a moment, listening to hear if there was any breeze outside. Nothing at all could be heard except a slight muttering downstairs.
Her ass was still sore from the earlier punishments and made her wince as she moved. Her father had purposefully grabbed her ass when she hadn't responded to another gentleman's question about her working for the dark lord.
'Lovely man, don't you think?' he'd asked to which she simply smiled until he'd said, 'You work for him, do you not, Bella?
The use of her pet name irked her, only a select few people could call her that and she had growled in response, making her father pull her down on to his lap while giving her arse a tight squeeze to elicit a mewl from her and her response to be instant in her sweetest voice and her behaviour to straighten almost effective immediately.
Getting out of bed, presuming it was just her father with the last of the friends downstairs, she didn't bother putting on anything more than the simple clinging night dress that only just covered her arse, but instead, just silently walked out of her room and down the hallway.
Walking down the stairs on light feet to not attract attention to herself, she made her way to the kitchen and picked up one of her father's bottles of whiskey, the stronger type suited her well.
Taking a few gulps at first, she looked out on to the manor grounds momentarily, she thought of Burke, how they'd lain in bed not two nights ago, watching the moon from the moment it was visible until the moment it was once more replaced by the warm summer sun, like guards watching over them both, showering them both in incandescent then warm light as their hands had roamed, bodies entwined, chest to chest, skin to skin so perfectly. She sighed softly at the memory but abruptly paused as she heard a noise. Her kitten, she was sure. The little black cat her father had bought for her, her new pet, walked around the manor like he owned it though he was barely the size of her foot yet, his name however, suited him well and fit the bill, he was awake all night, slept all day, Midnight, she'd call him, she'd agreed it with him in a silent understanding between the two.
Picking him up into her arms as he mewed at her quietly and curled around her feet, she pulled him in to her arms and he purred immediately, curling up in her arm and looking up at him with his bright blue eyes. She stroked his chin and he purred, tilting his head back and falling near enough to sleep in her arms. After taking a few more gulps, she walked back silently before pausing outside of the lounge to hear two voices only, her father and another she couldn't place. She frowned as she heard her name mentioned somewhere in the conversation, then something about marriage.
Placing the bottle down on to the stair and letting the kitten run upstairs after putting him down, she cleared her throat as she walked in to the room, attracting attention from the two men, both who were talking had now fallen silent.
"Hello darling," Cygnus said with a slight smile before he glanced at his watch, "why are you up so late? This is Mr. Lestrange, surely you remember him."
"What were you talking about?" she asked suddenly, not acknowledging the other man, it irked her when people spoke about her behind her back, especially her mother and father.
Her father stood, placed his now empty glass down on the arm rest of the chair and smiled at his daughter, his arm moving to her waist to pull her closer and growl quietly, "manners darling."
"I don't care who he is, you were talking about me, what were you saying?"
"Bellatrix. Manners."
"Ah, so this is the woman my son seems so fond of," said the other man, waving off her rather poor behaviour with ease, extending his hand to take hers and place a kiss to her knuckles, causing her to pause, not an unfamiliar thing, most men within the society she was bred in to, were like this, though never quite this handsome, "Enchantée, Mademoiselle Black."
"A pleasure. I see where Rodolphus gets his good looks." she said, raising an eyebrow as she took her hand back and her father relaxed slightly, letting go of his daughter and moving to pour himself another drink.
"Why thank you. So, the eldest Black daughter, do tell me, what are you currently doing?" he asked as he sat back down and picked up his cigar as she perched herself on her father's arm chair, "You've finished school, have you not?"
"I have sir-"
"Call me Evander."
"I couldn't possibly. Like your son I'm a deatheater, the Dark Lord's right hand woman, other than that I'm a society girl."
"As you all are at your age. Yes, my son was telling me about him, met him a few times myself, big plans and I'm glad to hear you're part of it all."
She chuckled a little and nodded, her father looking back over his shoulder at her to give her a grin, "Yes well I simply couldn't pass up the opportunity."
Watching her father sit back down, she crossed one leg over the other, letting it rub against her fathers, she bit her lip as he took a sip of his whiskey and lit a cigar, thick, heavy smoke already coming from it just after a few puffs. She knew it would cling to her hair and skin, the thick, heavy smell of it, covering her perfume slightly.
"So, do tell..." he paused, glancing at her leg rubbing up against her fathers and suddenly he knew, he understood that their bond was far more than just father and daughter, no. Smirking slightly, he cleared his throat as Cygnus grinned, his hand only moving to Bellatrix's thigh, resting on it as he looked at his friend. Of course, Bellatrix would ignore it; play the innocent sweet little girl.
"Tell what, Mr Lestrange?" she asked, body pressing to Cygnus' slightly as her hand moved to absentmindedly play with his hair.
"About you, have you got a boyfriend?" he asked after taking another few gulps of his drink.
"No," she smiled sweetly, laughing innocently, shyly almost, she knew her father liked her being a sweet, innocent girl around his friends, "No one really caught my attention at school."
"Most people marry from their school sweethearts, darling," Cygnus said, puffing on his cigar, pulling his daughter properly on to his lap, his hand moving to her arse, "Isn't that right, Evan?"
"Oh most certainly, you remember that second year when we were in sixth, what was her name, Rose?"
"Oh yes, the girl who followed us around like a lost puppy?" her father chuckled.
"That's the one..."
"Have I ever told you about her, Bellatrix?"
"No daddy, I don't think so," she shrugged slightly, looking at both of the men still innocently, "who is she?"
"Well, she was a rather young girl, only about.. 13, she had a rather annoying crush on your father and I, so one day we decided to give the girl exactly what she wanted." Evander started, grinning at Cygnus as he spoke.
"Yes," continued Cygnus, puffing on his cigar, "we led her in to the forbidden forest –much too easy for the games we like and had a game of... what did we call it?"
"Quiddich with a twist, was it not?" he grinned, answering his friend's question as Bellatrix absentmindedly played with the fabric of her dress, "You see, most of us were on the school team, Abraxas was keeper, I the seeker and Cygnus... you were the beater, correct?" he asked, to which Cygnus nodded a little and took a few gulps of his drink, his one hand holding the glass, the other slipping to her panties, causing her breath to catch momentarily but to press back in to her father a little more, the alcohol and his daughter on his lap clearly blurring his mind slightly as his hand slipped to squeeze her arse ever so slightly, Evander watched with an amused grin as he stood, making his way towards her but still taking a few gulps of his drink in between talking, "the idea was that each word meant something different, keeper was 'go', beater was 'slow down' and 'seeker' was stop. I don't think she quite knew what she'd gotten herself in to."
"We knew if we went far enough in to the forest, no one would hear her cries of pain or pleads of mercy. Never one for the 'mercy' game were we?"
"Daddy, how mean, I didn't know you were a bully at school," she grinned playfully, sliding in to her father's lap and resting against him, the sides of her breasts pressing to his hard chest though her eyes were fixed on Evander's ones, "The poor little girl. Someone older would've been better, someone my age for instance."
"You know, come to think of it, it would be much better with someone your age, height, weight..." he paused, taking in his friend's daughter with hungry eyes.
"But you know," she paused, a look of defiance showing once more though the playful look still remained, she knew how to play games with these men, knew what they liked, what they wanted with her, "You still haven't told me what you were talking about? Or do I have to earn to be told?"
"You'll find out in due time." Evander murmured, kneeling before Bellatrix, taking her ankle in to his hand to uncross her legs and kneel between them before he leant up to her slightly as her father muttered something about knowing what she had to do to get what she wanted. Her hands snaked around his shoulders, holding his neck as he pressed his lips to hers in a hungry, domineering kiss, his hands however, made their way to her thighs as Cygnus placed a kiss on his daughters bare shoulder moving her hair out of the way before his hands went around to her pert breasts and squeezed them in turn while groaning ever so slightly as Evander pressed her in to his lap and crotch, his grip moving from her thighs to her hips to press her in to her father as he continued the hungry kiss, only spurred on by her soft purrs.
A frenzy grew over both of the men by her purrs of delight, they groped her hips, thighs, breasts, ass, each in turn with one another. Pulling back from the kiss after a moment, Bellatrix slipped her dress up past her ass, the heels of her feet resting on Evander's legs for just a moment as he admired her before she pulled off her dress completely, revealing her slender body clad in just panties. Before he had a chance to move and pick her up from her father's lap and pull her on to his, she'd pressed her lips hungrily back to his in a needing, hungry kiss.
And she was needy, hungry, Burke had her always wanting more, slowly she was falling for him. His body was so perfect; her hands ran the course of his chest in her mind as they instead ran the course of Evander's, a nice body for a man in his late fifties, nice lips, thin, not like Burkes, soft but rough when needed, when the play was the right time. The soft kisses came afterwards; he always tasted of gin, other hard liquors and opium, these men of whiskey and Cubin cigars.
Her hand ran to his broad shoulders, his hard shoulders, he was a rough man but knew how to show her compassion, but this man was dominant, rough in his handling of her, Daddy's friends were all like this, their hands hurt her, left marks, groped her hungrily like the perverted old men they were.
Her hand moved from Evan's neck as the other hand insinuated in his hair, deepening the rough kiss, whereas her other hand moved to Daddy's belt and expertly opened it, her touch deft, she slipped it in to his trousers, eliciting a groan of pleasure as she gripped his straining erection in her slender hands, being careful of her long, crimson red nails and pulled it free from his trousers. Her hand immediately worked its way along his thick length, moving up and down him and purring in to Evander's mouth as he gripped her panties and almost tore them from her body. Cygnus's hands moved to his daughter's pert breasts and squeezed them roughly in his hands, Daddy had big hands, calloused –both of their hands were calloused and rough. Burke's were slender and though rough, not ruined, meticulous but adventurous, like him.
After a moment, she pulled back from the kiss again to kneel down on to her knees, letting go of her Daddy but pulling open Evan's belt, she mewled as Cygnus gripped her hair in a fistful with nothing but a grunt as he said lowly, "On your knees properly, show daddy what his baby's so good at."
Moving properly to face her Daddy, she bat her dark lashes at him, on her hands and knees in front of him and purred, "anything you want, daddy."
"You've got a rather well trained girl here, Cygnus. I know who'd like that." Evan grinned darkly as he gripped her hips and knelt behind her, of course, she couldn't complain, whether she wanted this man in her or not, she had to do as Daddy wanted.
"Us right now, let's not spoil that... Go on baby; give Daddy's friends what Daddy loves." He grunted in his low voice as he felt his daughter's lips brush the head of his cock. She knew exactly what he liked; her Daddy liked his women on their knees, slutty and pretty. She purred softly, holding the base and letting her tongue run the course of his length as she looked up at him through her thick lashes. She let her lips wrap around the head of his throbbing member as Evan positioned himself behind her and brushed her hair out of the way to kiss her shoulder once as he slowly pushed his thick length in to her, eliciting a moan from her followed by a groan from Cygnus as he felt her voice vibrate through his length, causing him to grip her hair in his hand rather roughly, gripping it and holding it back to let her work on him. He growled lowly, watching his friend on his daughter had the most peculiar effect on him, he wasn't quite sure if he was turned on or jealous. Possibly both, he was a protective man when it came to his daughter, his wife he had little care for, she could do whatever the hell she wanted, he wasn't sexually interested in her any more anyway.
His little girl was the perfect image of a Black and of years of perfect pure blood breading to create the most beautiful, genetically perfect girl –not to mention, wealthiest as of inheriting the Black fortune. But his black rose was different, she wasn't one for ball gowns or tights, more tightly fitted dresses, spiked stilettos her mother would shriek in horror at and stockings. More reason to love and spoil her, he always thought.
Evan's hands on Bellatrix's hips as he thrust slowly but deeply into her had her moaning and sucking harder on her father's length, her back arched slightly, lifting her hips to him and making her balance herself better. She slowly took him deeper in to her mouth, teasing him at first before sucking on his length rather hungrily, letting her tongue lap against his thick member she could barely take at first.
Both the men were groaning on either end of her, Cygnus's hand didn't let up in his daughter's hair, it only tightened as she took him in to her mouth deeper until he was threatening to force himself in to her throat. Evan's thrusts had picked up in pace, he drew back enough to thrust back and hit the sweet spot every time, tearing progressively louder moans from her. His calloused hands moved to her thigh and waist, gripping it to thrust harder in to her as his eyes ran over her back, waist and hips hungrily as he leant once more to bite hard at the nape of her neck.
"That's my girl, come on baby..." Cygnus grunted, already threateningly close, his hand tightened in his daughter's hair but she barely noticed, her concentration wholly on pleasing her father, she lapped at his length, moaning as she did and letting her moans vibrate through her father, make him groan and buck up to her mouth, forcing her to take his entire length to the back of her throat until he finally reached his climax, spilling his thick seed down her throat which she hungrily took and swallowed before licking his length clean with a soft moan as she looked up at her father, her eyes on him as she licked her lips and sucked at the head of his length, drinking every last drop.
Evan's hands moved to her breasts, almost in gesture to pull her up, off her father and turn her to him instead. Before she could even speak, his hand was in her hair and he'd crushed his lips to hers in a dizzyingly hard and deep kiss. She pressed in to him and straddled his lap as he pulled her closer, lying on top of him momentarily before he stood and took her with him. About to reach back for her father, he spoke, "Show him what he'll be getting soon enough." He grinned, pulling his trousers back up and buttoning his shirt, he knew he'd get the rest from him later, Evander had to approve her first, she could satisfy him more so later on, they had the next week together, alone.
Evan hadn't let up on the kiss and it only grew hungrier and more passionate once more. He slowly pushed himself in to her once more, drawing a moan of pleasure from the teenager on top of him. Her hands gripped at his hair as she continued the kiss and he pressed his body to hers, letting her ride him. Her father's comment confused her slightly, she wasn't sure exactly what he meant by that but she didn't care.
She couldn't care less that the man beneath her was married, in fact, she liked that more about a man, she couldn't resist a daddy and both were perfect. Both the men were married, Cygnus to her mother of course and Evan to Rodolphus's mother, now that would be a good way to piss him off, he'd always been crushing on her, though she on him, that part didn't matter, his daddy was sexier. His dark hair, greying on the sides and bright eyes drew her to him, she would soon want more, she knew that much.
A sudden hand in her hair had her whimpering and caught her mid-kiss, Evan's hand landed roughly on her already sore ass and she squirmed, only grinding herself down on to him, getting a groan from him. She moaned in to Evander's mouth, her body pressing in to his, her breasts rubbing up against his bare, rather hard chest, his thrusts roughened and her body pressed harder to his. The sudden need to be punished over came her and she bit at his lip momentarily before moving her kisses to his jaw and up to his ear, her body grinding down on his, pressing to his body and deepening his thrusts.
"Would your wife care?" she purred, only making her moan louder as his thrusts continued to almost tear her apart with the brute force inflicted on her tight, slender body. But Evan only chuckled, his hand moved to tuck a strand of her hair back as he let a dirty grin momentarily wash over his face.
"Would you like to find out?" he growled lowly, threatening almost and her kisses only continued down his jaw and neck as she tensed slightly, she didn't know this man's temper but it seemed if she pushed him just enough, she could get a good hard belting for it.
"No sir." she answered back innocently, fluttering her lashes, letting them brush against his jaw, causing him to grin and grope her ass roughly, eliciting another whimper of pain.
Cygnus had stood and was getting himself another drink, he barely paid attention to the fact that his daughter was on top of his best friend. Lighting a cigar, he took a glance at them both, figured they were enjoying themselves too much to pay much attention and picked up a bottle of whiskey and a paper before sitting back down and letting his friend enjoy his daughter on top of him. Her slender little body fit perfect against his slim but broad one.
"How about daddy instead?" he said with a momentary grin, knowing how it would provoke Cygnus but wanting to find out how far he was willing to go to give his daughter up.
Bellatrix's lips left a trail of kisses as she nodded on his neck before her lips found his hungrily. His hands on her hips, he bought her down on to his cock harder with every passing moment and let the girl enjoy the taste of whiskey and cigars from his lips. Her constant grinding down on him as well as the fumes from the cigar he hadn't yet put out and the one Cygnus had just lit, the whiskey he'd had, had him falling fast in to a bliss. Picking up his cigar he'd left in the ash tray, though it was slightly burnt, he drew it to his lips and took in a lungful of air as Bellatrix's kisses moved back to his neck.
"Whatever you say, daddy." she purred, causing her father to clear his throat behind her, though she was sure he didn't care, she didn't particularly either, she'd called several men 'daddy' in the past few weeks to last her a life time. Her body ground down on to his as he drew closer to his climax, he'd hold off though, wait for her like a gentleman did.
Her tongue ran up his neck and she grinned naughtily, her moans loudening slightly, kissing his neck and biting the same spot, leaving a light mark on him, causing him to grunt and force himself to her hilt, hitting her sweet spot over and over again, only making her moan louder and him to put his cigar back to get a good grip on her hips and force her down on to his throbbing member. His breath slowly got heavier until he was groaning and grunting rather loudly.
"Scream for me, witch." he growled darkly.
Biting her tongue from crying out in pleasure as she neared her orgasm, she arched her chest to him, her head tilting back and her eyes shutting for a second as her muscles tightened around his throbbing member, her moans only increasing in pitch until her nails sunk in to his shoulders hard enough to draw blood and she reached her orgasm, shortly followed by his filling her with his thick seed with a low grunt and a growl of pleasure.
Her body on top of his, she was barely out of breath but she panted heavily anyway, her body rest against his, "I might just have to find out from your wife..." she licked her lower lip and bit it softly, pressing to his body momentarily.
"Sweetheart, she won't mind." He grinned a little as he did up the buttons of his shirt and the belt of his trousers.
"Go upstairs Bellatrix... Mr. Lestrange and I have things to discuss," Cygnus said from behind her rather tiredly, using the same strict voice that normally scared her unless she'd just done something with or in front of him.
"But daddy, I want to play more," she pouted as Cygnus stood and put down his paper, her lips trailing over Evan's neck before she turned slightly to look at her father, "I'll be quiet?"
"Upstairs. Now." He said again, tossing her night dress and skimpy lace panties over to her which she caught and pulled over her body but paused with her panties as Evander picked up his cigar again and puffed on it. Biting her lip, she tucked her lace panties in to Evander's pocket with a naughty grin.
"Un plaisir de vous rencontrer, monsieur." she said sweetly as she got off his lap, kissing his cheek.
"La même chose pour vous, madame. A bientot, je l'espere," he replied, grinning a little as she bit her lower lip and walked towards the door, though no sooner had she gone than her father had stopped her.
"And daddy doesn't get a kiss?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her before he sat down once more. She leant to her father and kissed him on the mouth, a sweet, rather innocent kiss though they both knew otherwise, "Go to my bed, darling, I'll be there in a while."
She nodded and chewed on her lower lip, taking another glance back to Evander who wasn't paying attention to her but more so to the fire in front of him as if nothing had happened. And nothing had, she wanted her answer, she hadn't got it, but surely her father would tell her later, she knew how to get anything from him.