Once Harry had been dragged inside, mouth covered, Bellatrix let go of him and set the cage down near the door. He was shocked as to how much strength she had to have managed to keep him restrained with no effort at all. Taking a deep breath when she released him, Harry stared at her with a wild look.
"What the hell Bellatrix? I can't miss my own birthday party!" She walked towards him like a predator after its prey, a seductive look in her eyes that set his guard on.
"Oh I know, but I had another present to give you Harry." He backed away nervously as she got closer to him and eventually had him backed up against the door with no way to escape. Bellatrix's hands were then on either side of him; he was as trapped as his owl was in her cage.
"It could have waited until I came back." Bella squished her knee against the slight bulge in his pants, creating a concealed grunt from Harry. He wasn't entirely hard yet, but she planned to change that soon enough.
"Yes… it could have… but then we had that small… encounter just now and I couldn't help myself anymore… it's been much too long… I need you Harry." She leaned her soft red lips right above his ear and whispered, "Now." He wanted to do it. Oh god how much he wanted to do it! There are no words in the dictionary to correctly explain his immeasurable yearning to have her. The longing had been there for a while now, both of them had the same desire to do this however, the passion was bottled up. At this point though, it had grown too much for anything to contain. The cork of the bottle was eventually going to pop off.
Their lust for one another was quickly overcoming logic, yet Harry still tried to cling to a thread of his for a while longer. Bellatrix herself knew this was a bad idea and that there was a risk of her forming a connection to him but what was the chance of that? There were very few people she had one with so why would Harry Potter be any different? All she wanted was a trial of how the Boy- Who- Lived used equipment other than his wand. There was also the fact that she wanted to do this because of her own... feelings for him but she ignored such thoughts.
"N-no. I'm leaving." Bellatrix raised an eyebrow and jammed her knee harder into him. She would acquire her target today; even if it meant she would have to chain him up and rape him. Which was highly improbable; they both knew he couldn't resist for a minute more.
"I can't let you do that... no is not an answer... not anymore." In a final attempt, Harry tried to escape her by turning to the side and trying to push through her arm but she was too strong. Bella slammed him back against the door with one hand then, standing a little on her toes, crushed her lips against his. A few last seconds of willpower remained on Harry's part but evaporated just as fast.
The wild movement of mouths was back, uncontrolled and beastly. Their tongues explored the others mouth as hands found their way onto the others most private parts. Harry had his grasp on Bellatrix's tight arse as she had her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Bella sneakily slipped his coat off of him before they finally broke away for a breath.
"I... I need to go." The outcome of what would happen soon enough was staring Harry right in the face and even though he wished for it, he couldn't allow himself to take the forbidden temptress for himself, not without some sort of fight. He had turned around and was reaching for the doorknob when Bellatrix roughly grabbed his arm and towed him up the stairs.
"There's no way in hell you're leaving." Even though he tried only slightly to escape her grasp, she didn't budge at all. Bella shoved him into her room and shut the door behind them. They stood there for a second, staring at each other in the faint light; trying to comprehend the passion between them. Harry didn't know what to do. His body was too turned on by her to resist anymore; his heart was at war with his brain. Yet, his brain was fighting a losing battle.
He did the only thing he could think of; the last resort. He decided to gladly go along with it as much as he could let himself. Bellatrix smiled from ear to ear when the resolve became clear in his green eyes. It was similar to the time he had accepted death; greeting it as an old friend except this time he was greeting a woman of death. More than greeting her, Harry was giving himself to her; giving in at last to her temptations.
He smiled handsomely back at her as she approached him and ran a slender hand through his thin, styled hair, keeping her lips no more than a centimetre apart from his . "It's about time Harry." She breathed huskily; pecking his lips at first then pressing their mouths together harder. Harry had his hands on her shoulders and was falteringly pushing down on the dress. Bella noticed what he was trying to do and unbuckled the belt around her waist then easily pulled the ensemble the rest of the way down, leaving her only in black netted lingerie, arm warmers, and her bird skull necklace. He had stepped back to take a moment to admire her curved, lean body, seeing that there were more than a few faint scars here and there. Bellatrix took the opportunity to take off his glasses and reach her hands up his shirt then pull it off of him.
It was remarkable to her how she had seen his body quite a few times but her reaction was still the same every time; awe. Harry also had a few slashes on his chest, a much smaller amount than Bellatrix's though. The battle marks on his slim, muscled body only turned her on more. Her underwear became dripping wet by the sight. Bella stepped forward, kissing and nipping at his strong chest with hungry lips creating a shudder within him. She then slid her hand down his abs to easily unbuckle his belt.
The arm previously wrapped around Harry's neck pushed him back towards the bed. Bellatrix's other hand had found its way into his knickers and was teasing him in long, slow strokes; kneading and caressing the stiff flesh inside until his eyes rolled back. His slight groans and hardness encouraged her further. Soon enough, Harry's pants felt like a confinement to the enormous boner in his pants. Before he could pull them down, Bella shoved him down onto the bed and stood over him. A goal had formed in her mind to make this boy experience things he never had before. Of course Ginny probably never even touched him and now he was in the hands of a real woman; one who could mould him the way she wanted. He was in her control.
Bellatrix got down on her knees in front of him causing his erection to tingle in anticipation and sweet desire to coil in the pit of his stomach. Pulling off his jeans and boxers then tossing them needlessly to the side, Bella's mouth inched closer to his manhood. A long tongue slithered out of those beautiful, thin, red lips then greedily licked up the pre-cum. Under other circumstances, it would disgust Harry that this person was the one making him feel this way but after the ever growing bond they had formed, the idea was actually alluring to him. It was something he had wanted but fought the craving as long as possible.
The sight before her of Harry's thick, long erection had her running her tongue across her lips. He wasn't paying much attention to what she was doing, too bewildered by what he was feeling, until her warm mouth enveloped around his cock. Slowly going down as far as she could, she came back up emanating a pop sound. She continued doing this for a prolonged period of time, quicker with each second, her head bobbing up and down and her eyes looking up at his sensual expressions. His throaty groans evoked a greater amount of juices from her body and her panties were practically drowning. Bellatrix knew he was coming close but she wasn't about to let that happen so soon.
With another pop she let him go from her mouth to Harry's dismay. Then, she stood up and pounced down on him, erotic lips suppressing his. The covers were soon in disarray as the two, moulded together, strained for dominance. Bellatrix, being more willing to have her way, had Harry pressed against the bed post by his wrists, and was grinding against his manhood, still furiously kissing him. Why he was never able to win against her was a question Harry could not answer. Her captivating dark scent filled his nostrils only pulsing the longing to be in her quicker through him. Mustering some strength, Harry pulled his arms out of her shackle-like grip. Bella had feared he was going to push her away at first however, the hungry, heated look in his emerald eyes said otherwise. A lascivious smile stretched across her face and she lowered her head down to bite painfully on the nape of his neck, the same place as before. As she nipped on his skin, Harry leaned over her and undid her bra strap. She assisted in taking it off by letting it drop down her arms.
The large breasts were perfect in every way, not too big or too small, and Harry didn't take a second's hesitation before he cupped one soft breast in his hands, kneading and caressing it. His touch was enough to have her purring eagerly. It was a surprise to Bellatrix as to why he seemed so experienced with this, even better than her husband. Ginny being, well, herself probably didn't do anything remotely sexual with him. Any other girl was probably dying to be with the hero but it was obvious by his personality that cheating was never something he would resort to. Even after being with a seductress like Bellatrix he didn't give in until the last minute. This was his first time and the boy was a natural! It was as though he was an expert, knowing exactly where and how to touch her to get the perfect response. Truly he was the chosen one.
At this point in time, neither of their hormones could be restrained. They wanted each other. The yearning... the desire... could not be dulled or repressed. Harry kissed her again and put all his weight upon her until she fell over. With him on top, now being the dominant one, Harry stripped off her netted panties and tossed them to the ground. To her surprise, Bellatrix liked being subjected to him even if she preferred being the one on top. It was a new, sensual experience for she was normally always in control in most situations.
Sliding his lips down her neck and onto her bosom while trailing his hands on her body, he sucked and nibbled on her erect nipples, learning quickly the exact places to touch and bite that made her the craziest. His dick was looming right above her entrance driving her more nuts than usual with sweet temptation. She was about to discreetly grab him and force him to enter her but Harry noticed the movement and held her hands over her head. Due to their roughhousing, the laces on the bottom of Bellatrix's arm warmers had become undone and the sight on her inner left forearm passed under his gaze.
As though someone had pulled him back by a leash, Harry jumped back off of her. The anger... the utterly psychotic, wide-eyed glare she gave him could frighten not only dementors but Voldemort himself. It wasn't until the last pieces of clothing she had on slipped off her arms did she realise why he had recoiled so rapidly. Raising her left arm, she looked fixedly at the black tattoo engraved into her skin. The mark was so very familiar to both of them; an intricate design of a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth. She turned it around, presenting it to him.
"This is what scared you? I can't say I'm surprised... it's been a long time since we've seen the Dark Mark." There was a silence as they watched each other intently. "You didn't expect it to disappear with the Dark Lord did you? I'll always have this Harry... just as you..." Crawling across the bed to him, she kneeled over him and tipped his head back with a finger on his chin. Then, she brushed his hair off his forehead and tapped with her fingernail on the lightning bolt scar. "Will always have this... We aren't too different Harry... you and I are both cursed with a mark by Lord Voldemort; one that will be with us for as long as we live." Bellatrix whispered gently while boring into his eyes with hers.
"Yet... there's a big difference there Bellatrix. You had a choice with yours, you wanted it. You take pride in your mark. Mine is a painful reminder. You're his most loyal follower... and yet here I am doing... this... with you." The reasoning was coming back but was premature and could easily be broken.
"True... but why care anymore what you do with me? I may have been a follower of your worst enemy but he's gone, I no longer seek to kill you, so I see no threat or wrong here." He was quiet, knowing that she was right. He was about to have sex with a cruel murderess, one who had killed many of his friends yet she didn't want to kill him at all. And the only reason she had killed the others was to please her master... perhaps for the thrill as well but that's beside the point.
"Then again you don't find much wrong..."
"You're only pointing out the obvious... now then." She straddled her legs around his body. "Either way, I will have you tonight... whether you like it or not... I'm taking your first time... I'm claiming you... Harry Potter." That arrangement of words, Harry had never expected to hear them coming from her mouth. What could he do now? There was no escape as she had already clarified, not that he wanted to. The remembrance of whom she really was brought on a torrent of memories but he was too far gone. The Slytherin woman's intoxicating venom was already flowing within his veins, mixed with his blood. To his lack of knowledge, he was now and forever hers. Harry merely nodded with this comprehension. The gesture was all that was needed.
Slowly, Bellatrix raised her hips and in one fluid motion lowered herself onto him. The feeling that flowed through them was simply indescribably sensational. She sighed from the pleasure as Harry groaned deeply in his throat, loving the warmness of his cock inside her wet vagina. Bella's arms snaked around his neck, using it as a means to rise and drop smoothly on him. Heavy breaths, moans, and groans, the creaking of the bed as it shook; these noises echoed throughout the room and most likely, through the whole home. Their bodies were soon glistening with sweat in the dim lighting of the room. Her slender legs grasped him tighter, pulling him deeper into her, resulting in loud groans from both of them.
Harry rolled them over, still inside her, and was yet again on top, still pushing into her quicker and quicker. Although, when he realised that she was coming close, he used as much self-control as he could to become agonisingly slower, keeping her on edge. His technique both irked her and sent a senseless bliss through her. Bellatrix's back arched up against him, moans resounding through the room. Their bodies were moving together in a sort of art, a flawless sync; an unbreakable harmony; a continuous rhythm. Bella clawed deep into his skin from the unbearable, never ending pleasure. His name escaped from her lips in a frenzied moan with her head thrown back, breathing quickly.
Not able to withstand it anymore, Harry quickened his pace and pounded into her, much to Bellatrix's pleasure. The sensation of being so very close rippled through them and hazed their minds into a delirious state. At long last, they came together. Bellatrix's body writhed under his, mouth wide open but no sound coming out while Harry merely grunted and bit down a scream as his cum leaked into her. He collapsed onto her heaving body, two hearts pounding together as one. Their breathing slowed with the passing time as they lay together, their limbs in an unrecognisable tangle among the mess of sheets and pillows around them.
The great Harry Potter had handed himself over to the Dark Lord's last and best lieutenant, Bellatrix Lestrange. Something he could have prevented, but chose not to. He accepted what he had done and would take any consequences whatever they may be. There wasn't even an atom of regret he felt at the moment. To his shock, he couldn't even think of any other woman in the world he would rather do this with. Right as Harry's eyes drooped with the coming of sleep, dreaming about this night, Bellatrix whispered three last words into his ear, soothingly running a hand through his hair.
"Happy birthday, Harry." And he was out like a light. That night was the best sleep both of them had ever experienced in their lives.
A/N: I hope this has pleased you all enough. If you are good at interpreting deeper into stories, there were examples of syntax here as well as reasons why I did certain things. This is my first lemon, so go easy on me with the reviews. Be sure to tell me how it was!