A/N: So, I recall saying that Barty would be in the next chapter...around 5 chapters ago!...he will actually reappear in the next one, I promise! For some reason, this chapter seemed to take forever to write-I have NO idea where my muse is hiding out :P Anyway, this one's for those who reviewed-my new reviewers, TheRugMaster and Frankizzle, and Ella Rosier, MMF ;) I really enjoy reading your opinions, so thanks for sharing them!


"Crucio you, My Lord?" she pants.

The Dark Lord merely smirks at her, his head cocked to one side, gazing at her intently. "Why so surprised, Bella? The thought has crossed your mind before, has it not?"

It has-mostly because He's the one person who she can't imagine having such power over in reality...that, and the fact that she finds such a vision entirely arousing. Truthfully though, she is somewhat surprised that he does not think her insolent or disrespectful for having had such a thought.

"Yes-I mean no...well, it h-" she stammers, disbelief written all over her aristocratic features. The naked body of her Master doesn't exactly help her efforts to form a coherent sentence, she thinks fleetingly.

With a wave of his hand, they are both dressed once more, Voldemort's red eyes glittering amusedly. "Better?" he chuckles.

A slight colour rises high in her cheeks as she nods, a small smile playing about her lips. "For now, Master," she says playfully. Twirling her wand in her fingers, she considers him for a moment before she speaks again.

"Forgive me, My Lord," she begins slowly, "but I don't fully understand why you would allow me to curse you in such a manner..." She falls silent suddenly, another thought springing to mind-is this a test of her loyalty?

"No, Bella, it is not," the Dark Lord responds, sounding bored. "Lord Voldemort is aware of your curiosity...your innermost fantasies..." he hisses. "I merely sought to reward you by granting some of them...your hesitation suggests your displeasure...Perhaps you would prefer to return to your husband's bed for the rest of the night?" he asks maliciously.

She can't help but cringe at her Master's harsh words. "My Lord knows I would prefer to spend the remainder of the night here," she says quietly. "Forgive me if I seem displeased, Master, I assure you I am nothing of the sort."

She lifts her eyes to his slowly, trying to gauge his reaction to her words. "My hesitation springs not from displeasure, My Lord, but from...respect." When he says nothing, she continues, growing slightly in confidence as she speaks. "If I am reluctant about anything, Master, it is my causing you such pain in reality."

Her answer seems to please him, as he gives a twisted smile. "You didn't hesitate to imagine what effects your Crucio would have on me, Bella..." he smirks, "therefore you shouldn't hesitate to see the effects in reality."

He stands up, arms wide, looking at her expectantly. "I expect to feel the full force of your spell," he says rather sternly. "This is the one and only time I will afford you a reward of this sort...therefore, I suggest you approach it your usual...vigour." His scarlet eyes glinting wickedly, he chuckles. "I've no doubt you'll enjoy it."

She moves to stand also, a fresh excitement etched on her face. Knowing that this is truly a reward, and that her Master does want this, is all the encouragement she needs. Raising her wand and pointing it at his chest, she screams the one word she never thought she'd actually direct at her Lord.

"CRUCIO!"


Voldemort has always been slightly curious about the sheer power of Bellatrix's Crucio. Of course, he's seen her perform it in his company countless times-Merlin, he was the one who nurtured her skill after all, but he'd never been on the receiving end of her curse. Till now. Now, he truly understands why Bellatrix is renowned for her Cruciatus, and amidst the searing pain coursing through his body, he feels a flash of pride for his most loyal servant. Such a distraction is short-lived, however, for moments later, the curse intensifies, and all he can feel is sheer agony. Bursts of white light explode behind his eyes and his back arches severely, sharp gasps of pain escaping his tightly pressed lips. White hot knives seem to stab every each of his skin, and despite his best efforts, an animalistic scream is pulled achingly from his throat. Opening his eyes slowly, he tries to focus on Bellatrix's face through his blurred vision, her dark power igniting every nerve in his body. In this, a moment of rare vulnerability for him, she looks every inch the fallen angel...his Bella.

Bellatrix has always had a highly vivid imagination, yet this is one scene she finds she enjoys more in reality. Watching the Dark Lord writhe under her curse, beads of sweat dancing on his pale skin, she could never have imagined the intoxicating nature of the scenario she finds herself in. His feral scream is like some kind of perverse music to her ears, while the arch of his back reminds her somewhat of herself during their sexual encounters. This, coupled with the dark magic coursing through her veins, endows her with an intense arousal that seems to flood her entire body with heat. The curse itself is also incredibly physically taxing, and thus, she finds she is soon breathing heavily along with her Lord; on the brink of the most intense orgasm of her life. Indeed, when she finally lifts the curse, both are as exhausted as the other, and she falls in a graceful heap at his side.

"Was it good for you, too, Master?" she laughs breathlessly.

He lifts his head to stare at her properly, a strange mix of incredulity and defiance on his face, and after a moment, simply begins to laugh with her.


A/N: Any suggestions or requests for a particular scene will be taken on board!