CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Autumn 1978
"Do you enjoy this…?" Narcissa breathed softly, her supple lips slowly dragging down the brunette's spine. Bellatrix noticeably shivered at the gentle touch, one hand grasping onto the edge of the large vanity as she was suddenly made aware of the fact that she was no longer alone. "Being the woman for once?"
Bellatrix chuckled a little, amused by the way Narcissa had worded that. "Since it seemed to escape your notice, I've always been a woman, Cissy," she breathed in amusement, the sound of contentment from her sister's gentle kisses suddenly turning into a loud groan once Narcissa had bit her shoulder in retaliation to that response.
"You know that's not what I meant."
"No, you meant if I was enjoying not being the aggressor for once," Bellatrix corrected, feeling her sister sweep her long curls over her shoulder before covering the sensitive skin beneath her ear with her mouth. Bellatrix's knuckles flashed white in response as her grip on the vanity tightened, and her voice came out a little breathless as she continued, "And I'm telling you your idea of traditional gender rolls can suck my left tit. I'm never the man when I fuck you, Cissy, and you better never view me as such."
Narcissa lightly rolled her eyes as she moved to place another kiss on the very back of Bellatrix's neck, her fingers curling a little possessively in her sister's hair as she held it out of the way. Honestly, sometimes Bellatrix was just so damn grumpy in the mornings. "Don't get cross with me, I was just asking a question."
"And I was just correcting you," Bellatrix defended, another soft groan being exhaled from her lips as Narcissa bit her again in retaliation to being utterly difficult. She was starting to wonder if Bellatrix was correcting her just because she enjoyed annoying her, as the woman had certainly understood what she had meant before. "Top me all you want, love; but in the end, it won't make you any closer to a man, and honestly I'm bloody fucking glad for that."
"Fine, perhaps not," Narcissa conceded, but only because it had given her a great opening in which to surprise her sister. After they had finally stopped fucking long enough this morning to eat breakfast, when Bellatrix returned upstairs to get ready for the day, Narcissa had taken the opportunity to rummage through a private stash she had hidden specifically from Lucius. And when she returned, she was happy to find that Bellatrix had yet to get into the shower, as she would feel a little bad if she forced her sister to wash herself a second time.
Bellatrix still hadn't looked behind her, Narcissa having snuck up on her while she was brushing her hair successfully enough so that she had no idea what it was that her sister was wearing. And so after Narcissa hiked up her sister's thin robe, she grasped the phallus between her thighs and told her pointedly "…But maybe this does," as she tantalizingly ran the tip of it up the crack of the other woman's arse.
Bellatrix's lips parted in surprise as she exhaled a hard breath, apparently not having expected something like that from her. Narcissa had never been the one to wear the strap on, after all, and the blonde prayed that was just because she had never offered, and not because her sister didn't enjoy it. She was trying so hard to make Bellatrix feel appreciated and loved, especially after what happened yesterday, and as her sister had always responded more to physical appreciation than emotional, Narcissa vowed to spend the whole day in bed with her and practice a role-reversal they had never really known before.
As much as Bellatrix liked getting fucked, it seemed she was always the one giving more than receiving, and Narcissa wanted to change that. Bellatrix had only given her one orgasm thus far whilst she had given her sister four, and to be honest Narcissa was enjoying this much more than she thought she would. She had always been rather selfish after all, and so it stood to reason that being the one to give so much could end up being rather frustrating for her. In the end though, it seemed Bellatrix was the exception to the rule; she just hoped that it worked the other way around as well.
Bellatrix chuckled a little though as Narcissa teased her, the shaft still rubbing along her sensitive skin as the blonde fisted her sister's hair in her hand, encouraging her to bend over the vanity. Bellatrix did as she was told, allowing her stance to widen in response as she practically purred, "You sure you know what to do with that, love?"
"I think I understand the concept, yeah," Narcissa responded with a little eye roll, her voice slightly breathless as she watched her sister allow her to do as she pleased. She forced her down a little more until Bellatrix's breasts were pressed against the flat surface of the vanity, the woman's face now so close to the mirror that every breath she took left a little puff of fog on the reflective surface. "Jesus…" Narcissa breathed, the appreciation of this moment evident in her voice as a fresh flood of arousal dampened the space between her thighs. "You look bloody fucking gorgeous like this, Bella…"
"Like what; at your mercy?" Bellatrix asked, this mock innocence in her voice as she spread her legs a little wider for her on purpose, giving Narcissa a glorious view of her plump and reddened nether lips. She clearly wasn't the only one who was turned on by this, and it was so strange because if you had asked Narcissa five years ago if she could ever see them having this kind of dynamic, she would have laughed at you. And maybe in the end, if given a choice, Bellatrix would always prefer to be the aggressor and was only getting off on this because she enjoyed the fact that Narcissa clearly was, but it didn't matter; all that mattered at this moment was that Narcissa was certain she was going to give her sister the best bloody orgasm of her life, and she couldn't sodding wait to make her scream.
"I'm not so foolish that I would believe that you'd ever give me that kind of power," Narcissa answered honestly, voice barely above a whisper as she grasped the phallus in her right palm, positioning it where she needed it to go. She could see her sister's small smirk in the reflection of the mirror, apparently enjoying the fact that her sister knew that the closest Bellatrix could ever get to a submissive would be if she acted as a power bottom, but Narcissa didn't care. She'd take it; she'd take anything Bellatrix was willing to give her. "But if this is the closest I can get, then so be it."
She pushed into her then and Bellatrix groaned, taking the entire thing up to its hilt without so much as flinching from the intrusion. "Fuck," the brunette breathed, forehead resting against the reflective surface of the mirror, her hard exhale leaving a light film in its wake. Narcissa smirked a little at the reaction, as it sounded as though Bellatrix was almost surprised at how good it felt.
Before, the most Bellatrix had in her was a couple fingers, outside of the handful of times she had slept with men. The latter was something she automatically checked out during though, no doubt not allowing herself to feel how good it felt to be filled completely by something because she was fairly repulsed by the package it came in. Now though, Bellatrix was allowing herself to feel it, and as Narcissa began to gently slide in and out of her, she took note of the look of unabashed pleasure on her sister's face as the phallus hit the sensitive spot inside of her each and every time.
"You're enjoying this more than you thought you would," Narcissa lightly teased, her lips pressed against the smoothness of her sister's shoulder. She grinned then, the expression being etched on Bellatrix's skin, who scoffed in response.
"Don't get cocky, Cissy, because you and I both know that I can rip that arrogance out from under you before even realize you've lost it," Bellatrix countered breathlessly, causing Narcissa to outright roll her eyes at the blatant attempt to keep control of the situation.
Wrapping an arm around her sister's torso as she held her against her body, Narcissa gently began sliding in and out of Bellatrix, allowing the other woman to get used to the object inside of her. "Can't you ever just allow yourself to enjoy something?" she asked softly, watching her sister's reflection bite down hard on her bottom lip as the pleasure began to overtake her. "It doesn't make you weak to let someone else give you pleasure, Bella."
"Oh… please," Bellatrix half scoffed, half moaned as her sister pushed into her once more. Her grip tightening on the edge of the vanity, she reminded her, "This is… hardly the first time we've fucked, Cissy; I've let you give me pleasure countless times before."
"But never with something so obviously out of your comfort zone."
"Christ," Bellatrix exhaled, clearly frustrated as she straightened her back and reached behind her, grasping onto a tangle of blonde hair hard enough to make Narcissa whimper. "Stop bloody psychoanalyzing me and just fuck me, Cissy!" she exclaimed with a hard tug, slamming her hips back down into the phallus as she demanded that the conversation cease. Bellatrix never liked being put under a microscope though, and Narcissa, having expected the reaction, just rolled her eyes at her before forcefully untangling her sister's hand from her hair and pushing her forwards to practically slam her upper torso against the mirror.
Bellatrix grunted uncomfortably at the force behind the repositioning, clearly not having expected something of that caliber after the things Narcissa had said to her, but the blonde's patience was waning anyway and if Bellatrix wanted to be fucked then so be it. Wrapping one arm around the other woman's thigh, Narcissa hoisted it up in order to encourage Bellatrix to rest it on the surface of the vanity before pushing her hips into hers so hard that it caused the brunette to nearly choke on her breath.
"Shit," Bellatrix gasped, her fingers curling so her nails raked against the wood beneath her hand. Keeping her grip firmly on her sister's hips, Narcissa began slamming into her without any more pretense of buildup or adjustment, giving Bellatrix exactly what she asked for. In the end, the point of this was so Bellatrix felt appreciated for all the things she did for her, and so if Bellatrix didn't want to be teased about it then Narcissa wasn't going to continue doing so.
And yes, perhaps it was so disastrously fucked up, that there they were having sex not twenty-four hours later after covering up a murder, but Narcissa wanted to both show her gratitude towards Bellatrix and forget about the previous day's events entirely, and so instead of dwelling she threw herself entirely into pleasuring her sister. It made her feel saner that way, even if that probably meant that she was anything but.
"Ci…ssy… fuck," Bellatrix struggled to swear through her labored breathing, her torso being slammed up against the mirror with each and every thrust of her sister's hips. Her lips were parted in a permanent 'O', her eyes screwed tightly shut as the pleasure began to overwhelm her, and Narcissa knew she had never witnessed a more erotic sight. Bellatrix was practically growling as she began slamming her hips against Narcissa's with just as much force as she was being given, this expression of utter desperation and need on her face as she demanded the pleasure she needed from her.
"Harder!" Bellatrix practically shouted at her as she straightened her spine, leaning back against her sister's breasts as she reached behind her to grab a fist-full of blonde hair. Narcissa bit her neck in response and Bellatrix swore, her nails digging into the younger woman's scalp. She could feel how wet her sister was as secretions began to drip down Bellatrix's thighs, the substance sticking to Narcissa's skin each and every time she pushed against her. She sped up the pace as asked though, and this low rumble of approval ripped from Bellatrix's throat before she swore again, her insides clenching hard around the object inside of her.
The fact that they were doing this in front of a mirror was, arguably, the best part about it. Narcissa looked over her sister's shoulder to see their reflection, and watching Bellatrix desperately fuck herself against her cock was incredibly arousing. It wasn't often that Bellatrix allowed Narcissa to have any semblance of control in the bedroom, and even if she was pulling her hair and demanding things Narcissa knew that at the end of the day if she wanted to completely dominate her in this moment then she could because at this point, Bellatrix was far too turned on to dispute it.
Which she then did, because what theory was sound without proper testing?
Bellatrix's fingers were untangled from her once more and she was bent over and slammed into the vanity so roughly that it caused the older woman to cry out in surprise beneath her. "Stay down," Narcissa growled at her, placing a firm hand atop the brunette's back to keep her in place. "Stay down and I promise if you're good, pet, I'll give you multiple orgasms you won't soon forget."
Narcissa knew she was pushing it with the 'pet', but she just couldn't help herself.
Bellatrix laughed though; this throaty, broken sound from how hoarse her voice was getting from all the screaming she had done today as Narcissa had brought her to the edge over and over again. "You… fucking…" she tried, but that was as far as she could get because Narcissa grabbed a fist-full of dark curls and began pounding into her without hesitation or remorse, and Bellatrix ended up choking on her words as a loud moan was forced from her throat instead.
"Fucking what?" Narcissa goaded, obviously getting off on this role reversal. "Bitch?" She knew Bellatrix well enough to know what she was going to say, but it only amused her. "Don't be cross with me, my love," she continued in a sickly-sweet voice, breathing a little labored as she continued to slam her hips against her sister's, not giving Bellatrix a moment's break. "I think if you give it a chance, you'll find you like being taken like this." A slow smirk crossed over the blonde's face then as she took note of the look on Bellatrix's face as she allowed the tip of the phallus to hit her sister's g-spot with every thrust. "In fact, I think you already do…"
"Shut… up," Bellatrix growled, her tone holding an underlying warning that they both knew she wasn't going to back up, as she was far too close to coming to fight with her now. Narcissa chuckled but didn't push it, not wanting to actually irritate Bellatrix so much that she prioritized getting control back over her own orgasm. So instead she grasped onto her sister's hips with both hands, her nails digging into the soft skin beneath her palms, and began forcing a fast-paced rhythm that had Bellatrix's throat becoming raw from how much screaming she was doing.
"Fu…ck, fuck, Cis—Jesus, I… bloody Christ, yes…!" Bellatrix shouted, her whole body beginning to flush a deep rose as she grew closer and closer to the edge. And Narcissa, unable to help herself due to the power trip she was currently experiencing, ended up slapping her sister's arse so hard it left a red hand print just as Bellatrix's eyes fell tightly shut and she screamed bloody murder as she came hard and fast against Narcissa's make-shift cock.
Bellatrix then had a full five seconds to catch her breath before Narcissa was back at it again.
"—Bloody hell," Bellatrix gasped, her hand slamming so hard against the surface of the mirror that it actually physically cracked beneath her palm. If Narcissa was in any other mindset she would have yelled at her for the destruction of her property, but having Bellatrix bent over and at her mercy was too powerful of a feeling to care about much else. Bellatrix was practically screaming in ecstasy as she pounded into her, and another hard slam of her palm against the mirror cracked the glass even more, leaving spider webs in their wake as Bellatrix sobbed out her unabashed pleasure.
A couple more hard slaps to Bellatrix's arse left it reddened and raw, and Bellatrix swore loudly, no doubt attempting to plot her revenge for such a display. Narcissa didn't care though; no matter how Bellatrix planned to 'punish' her for doing this to her, she knew that it would be so, so worth it. In the end, they both knew that Bellatrix was enjoying it, even if a part of the other woman was irritated with the fact that Narcissa forced her to realize that perhaps she didn't have to be the one in control all the time to enjoy sex. And as Bellatrix came hard for the second time within a few minutes, Narcissa grinned as she allowed herself to be caught up in this new and erotic experience; it was like a high she had never felt before, and it washed over her in waves in very much the same way that Bellatrix's orgasm did.
Bellatrix was breathing hard as Narcissa finally stilled, needing a moment to recuperate her energy as well. It wasn't often that she was the aggressor, and so she couldn't go as long as she wished she could without a bit of a breather first. Unfortunately (or perhaps very fortunately, depending on which way one looked at it), Bellatrix took advantage of her weakness in that area and used what was left of her strength to push Narcissa off of her, causing the phallus to slide and fall out of her body. Narcissa's breasts were heaving the same as her sister's, but Bellatrix had determination in her eyes as she turned around and forced herself to ignore her body's exhaustion. Two firm hands hit Narcissa's chest then and she stumbled back against the bed, her knees hitting the side of the mattress before she came tumbling down on her back.
"You're… gonna pay for that," Bellatrix told her through heavily labored breaths, and Narcissa felt her insides clench in need just from the look in her sister's eyes. Bellatrix approached her before one of her hands wrapped around the straps that bound the cock to the blonde's hips, pulling on it just enough to loosen it. The entire thing was ripped from Narcissa's body and thrown carelessly on the other side of the bed, and Narcissa yelped a little in surprise and anticipation as firm hands forced both of her legs up, Bellatrix's arm wrapping around them to keep them together as she gave herself a perfect view of Narcissa's cunt and arse.
"Bella…" she tried warningly, because she had a feeling where this was going to go. Bellatrix just smirked wickedly though, her fingers sliding over the abundant wetness between the blonde's thighs, causing Narcissa's clit to twitch in need as she struggled not to moan outright already.
"You want to play with comfort zones?" Bellatrix teased, this evil gleam in her eyes as she briefly dipped her fingers into Narcissa's waiting heat, getting them slicked for what they both knew was coming next. "You want to force me to enjoy being on the receiving end of something that I liked to pretend I didn't want? You forget, love, I've fucked you for a long time, and even though you might like to pretend you're too prim and proper now to enjoy something so utterly filthy, I remember a time when you begged me to fuck you harder when I was knuckle deep inside that perfect little arse of yours."
"Bell—" Narcissa tried to feebly protest, but her words were cut off by a deep moan as one of her sister's fingers slid easily into her tight passageway. God, she hated her. She might have enjoyed this once, but she was an adult now, and she wasn't… she wasn't supposed to. Regardless of what she tried to convince herself of though, when a second finger followed the first Narcissa's eyes fell closed and she gasped out a needy sounding, "…Shit," as her body enjoyed exactly what it was being given.
"Tell me you're a filthy little bitch, Cissy," Bellatrix growled, her fingers beginning to build up a rather torturous rhythm inside of her that was causing Narcissa's breaths to come out in short, erratic bursts as she tried desperately not to give Bellatrix the satisfaction of knowing that a part of her immensely enjoyed this. "Admit you love being fucked in the arse like the dirty whore that you are; I want to hear you bloody say it."
"Fuck… you," Narcissa stressed through a soft moan before she bit the skin on the back of her hand, her back arching upwards as Bellatrix's fingers found themselves deeper within her. God, she wanted it more, she wanted it harder, and she hated her for that. But then again, that was probably how Bellatrix felt when she fucked her on the vanity, so perhaps this really was an apt punishment for her. If Narcissa wasn't on a receiving end of the torture, she probably would have found it impressive.
A wide smirk etched itself across Bellatrix's face then as she looked down at her and negotiated with a pointed eyebrow raise, "Say it and I'll use the strap on." Narcissa insides automatically clenched at that thought without any kind of permission from her brain because of course if she was thinking clearly she would never want such a thing, but Bellatrix's smirk just widened even further as she informed her, "I felt that, you know."
"Oh, shut up," Narcissa groaned, still caught up in the slow penetration that her sister was giving her that unfortunately wasn't anywhere near what she needed. Damn her; Bellatrix obviously knew that a part of her wanted it, which destroyed any chance of her just conveniently allowing it to happen whilst pretending in the end that it was mostly Bellatrix's doing. Perhaps she could plead temporary insanity after this; say that she was too caught up in the moment to think clearly, and that this was only a one-time occurrence, never to be repeated because she was a proper woman who could never find enjoyment in something so vile and unnatural?
Yeah, right.
Ugh. Goddamn her.
"Tick tock…"
"Fuck you; I want you to do me in the arse with the bloody strap on, alright?!" Narcissa practically shouted in frustration, hating that she lost this game. Regardless though, she wasn't about to go down without at least some things being on her terms. "But let it be noted that this confession was extracted under extreme duress and doesn't have any bearing of what I may or may not want in the future, so I don't want you holding this over my head for the rest of my bloody life."
"'Extreme duress'?" Bellatrix responded with a laugh, slowly extracting her fingers from her sister's body, causing Narcissa to groan slightly at the loss of them. As Bellatrix grabbed the strap on off the other side of the bed, she continued with a chuckle at Narcissa's expense, "What 'duress' are you claiming, exactly? Unbearable hornyness?"
"Please stop talking before I change my mind."
Bellatrix chuckled as she put the harness around her, securing the straps in place. "Oh, darling, it won't be you who changes their mind right now. Me, on the other hand… I still haven't heard the rest of what I wanted you to say, so I'm wondering right now how much you really want that orgasm."
Oh, what a bitch.
"That's not fair," Narcissa whined, spreading her legs so her sister could get between them. Bellatrix grabbed the cock and slapped her clit with it hard, causing Narcissa to groan softly whilst cursing her sister to high heavens inside of her head. "I didn't make you say anything demeaning."
"Well it's hardly my fault that you don't know to wield power correctly when you have it," Bellatrix reasoned with a devious smirk, slapping Narcissa's cunt with the phallus once more for effect. Narcissa groaned, her insides clenching with need. "Now say it."
Narcissa was counting the different ways she was going to kill her later, but she was already so disastrously turned on that she knew she didn't have much choice in the matter. Bellatrix was evil and should she decide that Narcissa wasn't adhering to her wishes properly, she would easily walk away and leave her high and dry for no other reason than the amusement it would give her to hear Narcissa scream at her for it for hours on end.
"Fine, I'm a filthy bitch, a dirty slut; is that what you want to hear?!" Narcissa exclaimed, frustrated and yet turned on beyond all sane reasoning. She hated her for this but God, she needed it too. It had been ages since she had had a proper, dirty fuck, and sometimes she was just in the mood for something a little more… unhinged.
"Whore, actually."
"Oh, fuck you, you awful, awful woman," Narcissa seethed as Bellatrix's smirk widened in amusement. Reaching up to grasp onto her sister's hips, Narcissa forced the phallus against her aching center as she continued angrily, "Just fuck me like the dirty whore I am or so help me, Bellatrix…!"
"Mmm…" Bellatrix purred, clearly getting off on the power she forcefully had taken back from the other woman. "You're so pretty when you're compliant, my love…" she breathed, gently stroking Narcissa's cheek like she was nothing but an obedient pet that she adored solely due to the fact that she obviously worshipped her.
God, she hated her. She hated—
But that was about as far as Narcissa got with that thought process, as suddenly Bellatrix pushed inside of her, getting the phallus slick with the blonde's juices so she could take her in the arse without hurting her. Narcissa groaned in pleasure at the intrusion, all of her senses heightening as Bellatrix began to thrust in and out of her a few times. It was short lasting though and after she pulled out, Bellatrix placed the tip at Narcissa's other entrance as she demanded, "Beg."
"Please," Narcissa pleaded automatically, although refused to just roll over and be completely submissive as she finished with more of a demand than a plea. "Please you awful bitch, just fuck me before I go bloody mental…!"
Bellatrix laughed at that, but thankfully did as she was told this time and grasped Narcissa's hips as she gently slid inside of her. Narcissa was honestly surprised that she didn't just barrel into her, but found she was thankful for her sister's forethought because it wasn't as though she had ever had anything that big in her arse before. It was tight, a little uncomfortably so even, but Narcissa knew that would eventually pass. She just needed time for her body to adjust, and Bellatrix gave that to her as she started sliding in and out of her in a relatively slow rhythm.
"…You alright?" Bellatrix asked softly, dropping the dominating act for a moment to check in with her. The amount of care in her sister's voice actually made Narcissa forget for a moment that she was irritated with her, and she bit down on her bottom lip and nodded in response as she looked up at her.
"Yeah, it's just… tight," Narcissa gasped out, feeling so completely filled in a way she never had before. It was strange, but ultimately very satisfying. "God…" she groaned as Bellatrix pushed into her a little harder this time, causing Narcissa's head to fall back in pleasure as her lips parted. "God, I hate you for this…" she breathed, which only caused Bellatrix to smirk again in amusement.
"Because you like it?"
"Because I love it…" Narcissa groaned in a haze, half-aware of the fact that she would probably eat that little confession later. Bellatrix would never let her live it down, that was for sure. Right now though, that didn't matter; all that mattered was getting fucked raw by her sister, as Bellatrix had somehow managed to awaken something in her that craved filth and utter debauchery as she begged, "Fuck, Bella, put your fingers inside me…"
Bellatrix smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming as she growled low in her throat. "Little Miss Prim and Proper wants to be done in both holes, does she? Jesus, that's bloody priceless…" Two fingers found their way inside of Narcissa's body though before she could tell her to fuck off for that comment, and all Narcissa could do was arch her back and moan as she grasped at the sheets beneath her, the fabric getting crumpled in her palms.
Yes, she definitely hated her for this, but for the sake of what she knew was going to be one of the best orgasms of her life, Narcissa pushed that aside and became the wanton slut Bellatrix both wanted and expected her to be because at the end of the day if she was going to do this, then she might as well do it right.
After all, Narcissa Malfoy was nothing but a perfectionist.
"Harder," she begged, now that her body had fully adjusted to the intrusion. She wanted to be taken so roughly that she had trouble walking tomorrow morning, and she wasn't going to let Bellatrix stop until she achieved that. She wanted to be reddened and raw, sensitive to the touch, she wanted to feel so completely and utterly violated that she could still feel Bellatrix inside of her hours afterwards. And so when Bellatrix went to work on achieving just that, Narcissa could do nothing else but allow her body be thrust into again and again as she screamed and cried out expletives, her breasts bouncing so hard from the force of her sister's body that it was almost painful.
It didn't matter though, as Narcissa loved it. The pain was worth it in the end because the pleasure far outweighed it, and the look of animalistic desire on her sister's face as she completely owned every part of her body only heightened Narcissa's arousal as she began to feel like Bellatrix's property again. "Do what you want with me," Narcissa begged, throwing herself entirely into a submissive fantasy that not a half hour ago she was fighting firmly against, because she didn't always want to be this way. Even still though, there would always be a part of Narcissa that got off on being Bellatrix's little pet. That would never change. "I'm yours, I'm yours…!"
"Damn fucking right you are," Bellatrix growled, extracting her hand from the Narcissa's cunt to reach forwards and possessively grasp the blonde's chin in her hand. Narcissa groaned, rolling her head to the side in order to put Bellatrix's fingers into her mouth as her sister continued to pound into her relentlessly with the strap on. "This little defiant streak you've been having lately is cute I'll admit, but this is where you're always going to belong, Cissy. Do you hear me? You're my bitch, and don't you fucking forget it."
"Bella… Bella…" Narcissa wined, feeling herself getting closer but unable to do much about it. She knew what she wanted to do, but with the game they were now playing she knew she couldn't without permission. Thankfully Bellatrix had always known her needs better than anyone else, and a hard slap came down on her soaked and aching center that had Narcissa yelping with need.
"I'm not a bloody mind-reader, Cissy, so if you've got something to ask, then ask," she demanded, even though they both knew exactly what it was that Narcissa wanted. Bellatrix always enjoyed when she made her say it though, it was just a part of how she got herself off.
"Please," Narcissa begged, her chest beginning to flush in need as her nipples tightened rather unbearably. "Please, my clit…"
"Oh, your clit needs some attention?" Bellatrix goaded, still continuously pushing the phallus in and out of her tight passageway. It was enough to drive Narcissa crazy and she whimpered, nodding emphatically. "What kind of attention, hmm? Something like this?" Bellatrix's palm came down hard against her aching center once more, and Narcissa cried out in both pain and pleasure.
"Fuck," Narcissa gasped, her entire pussy tingling with the aftermath of the firm slap. "Fuck, maybe…"
Bellatrix's eyebrows nearly rose off her forehead and she noticeably paused. "…Yeah?" she sounded like she couldn't believe that Narcissa was really for that, when she thought she could maybe get away with it just a few times at most. But Narcissa had already fallen far enough down the rabbit hole, so what was to stop her from reaching the bottom? So she bit her bottom lip and nodded, inviting Bellatrix to do that again, and the brunette's entire face practically lit up like a kid at Christmas.
"Shit, Cissy, I gotta hand it to you; you never do anything half-arsed, do you?" Bellatrix responded in appreciation before allowing the flat of her hand to connect with her pussy again. Narcissa lurched and groaned, the feeling spreading down her thighs. "God, I love when you get into one of these moods," Bellatrix growled, slapping her again and again. Narcissa cried out in pleasure, the heat in her abdomen spreading substantially from the violation of her most intimate areas.
"God, yes," Narcissa moaned, reaching up to twist and tug at her own nipples. "Hurt me; make me scream, Bellatrix!"
And Bellatrix, being the devoted lover that she was, eagerly obliged.
She began pounding into her with renewed vigor, alternating her hard slaps with soothing rubs so she could continue to take the pain without it being overwhelming, and Narcissa was loving it. She was crying out and clawing at the bed, begging for Bellatrix to spank her pussy harder as she got closer and closer to the edge, and just when she was about to come Bellatrix used the pads of her fingers to rub her little nub so vigorously that Narcissa screamed out her name, coming the hardest she ever thought she had in her entire bloody life. It was almost transcending, and when Narcissa finally came down from her high she still felt as though she was floating. It was… bloody fucking amazing, honestly.
She should piss Bellatrix off by dominating her more often, because the backlash was well, well worth it.
After Bellatrix withdrew from her and undid the harness, she threw the entire thing to the ground with a loud thud against the hardwood. Narcissa was still lying there with her legs spread, one arm thrown carelessly over her eyes as she struggled to breathe properly. She could feel her sister collapse next to her on the bed, and though she could hear that Bellatrix's breathing was as erratic as her own, she knew it was in a completely different way than hers was.
"I can't believe you didn't get a bloody enchanted strap on," Bellatrix complained as she hovered over her. "What a fucking waste." Narcissa was about to explain to her that it could have been enchanted, she just had lost the booklet that explained the spell, but she didn't get a chance to anyway because suddenly her sister's lips were on hers, her tongue swooping into her mouth as she demanded some reciprocation as she fucked herself in order to relieve the tension that Narcissa's little submissive display had caused her.
And yes, perhaps if she had enchanted the strap on Bellatrix would have already gotten off and therefore she kind of had every reason to be slightly annoyed with her, but Narcissa wasn't exactly complaining about this either. Grasping onto the side of her sister's face, Narcissa kissed her back passionately as she felt her sister press herself against her side, her own hand already buried between her thighs. Narcissa knew with how exhausted she was feeling right then that she would be more of a hindrance than a help however, and so she just whispered against her sister's lips, "You know that will always be yours, right…?"
Bellatrix's lips parted as she groaned, her hand vigorously rubbing between her thighs as she just sought to get a quick one off to relieve the tension. Still, Narcissa didn't want it just to be some pointless masturbation session, and so she sought to have Bellatrix enjoy herself a little more as she stroked her cheek gently and breathed, "No one's ever had that part of me outside of you. No one ever will. That's yours, Bella; if nothing else, you will always have something that nobody else can ever touch…"
Mostly because she was at least eighty seven percent certain that was because she wasn't ever going to allow Bellatrix or anyone else to do that again because honestly, she should at least to attempt to act like a woman of class and standard at some point in her life, but still. Bellatrix didn't have to know that right now.
"Ugfff, fuck, Cissy—I could destroy that tight little arse of yours for the rest of my fucking life," Bellatrix groaned, her breathing laboring more as she got closer to the edge. Narcissa refrained from responding to that though, and instead kissed Bellatrix hard, allowing her sister to immerse herself in the seduction until she finally came with a loud grunt against her hand.
Narcissa could feel Bellatrix's entire body relax then and she opened her eyes, watching her sister roll onto her back as she tried to regulate her breathing. Narcissa smiled a little as she lay on her side, propping her head up with her hand as she looked down at her. Her other hand tracing small patterns on her sister's abdomen, there was a long stretch of silence before the smile fell from Narcissa's face and she asked after a moment's contemplation about their current situation, "…Are you happy?"
Bellatrix's brow knit at the question and she turned her head to look up at her. "What the fuck kind of question is that? Of course I am; that was some of the best sex we've ever bloody had." She was looking at her as though she had two heads for even asking such a thing, and Narcissa ended up breaking eye contact.
"No, I know. I know it was," Narcissa responded, feeling a little silly for even asking. It was just… with everything going on, and especially with how Bellatrix said that she felt about things that night that they got overheard, she wondered. "I just… I feel like you sacrifice so much for me, and even though we both know I can't ever do it to the same caliber, I just want you to be happy with what little I can give you. I want you to be happy with me, and I know that sometimes you don't feel like you are."
"Cissy…" Bellatrix responded, hoisting herself up on her elbow in order to better face her. "Don't, okay?" she requested, her palm gently cupping the blonde's cheek. "I'm always bloody happy with you, but that doesn't mean that sometimes I don't wish that I could have more. It's this bullshit world, love, and bullshit timing and my own bloody stubbornness that forced you to look elsewhere when once I was the only thing that you wanted in life. It's crap, Cissy, but we make the best of it. It's all we can do. In the end though, I realized that all you have to do is look at the small moments individually instead of the whole picture. And Cissy, when I do that, when I look at just this… I'm more happy than I ever have been in my entire sodding life."
Narcissa's eyes misted over at that declaration, a warmth spreading through her chest as she shot her sister an emotional, tight-lipped smile. Bellatrix continued gently tracing the line of the blonde's jaw with her thumb, and reality crashed into Narcissa at the worst time as the warmth in her heart became a sickening dread in the pit of her stomach and with a hard blink, a singular tear fell down her cheek. "I'm scared, Bella," she breathed, hating that they couldn't just stay in this blissful ignorance forever. "I'm so scared…"
"I know," Bellatrix whispered, shooting her a sympathetic smile as she wiped away the tears on her sister's face. "But nothing's going to come back on you, okay? I promise you, a few days from now, it'll be like nothing ever happened."
And Narcissa wanted to believe her, she really did, but at the end of the day, nothing ever really went their way, did it?
[x]
Narcissa did try to live her life like nothing had happened, and when Lucius came home from France she busied herself with making sure that he had a proper welcoming home. Of course that meant leaving the safety of Bellatrix, but life had to go on at some point, and so the best Narcissa could do was try to keep the incident from her mind and pretend, with every fiber of her being, that she was not a murderer; accidental or otherwise.
Which, of course, meant that at every turn there was something to remind her that it had actually happened.
"Darling…?" Lucius had called out from the parlor that Monday morning when he had gotten up to read the day's paper. He sounded halfway between confused and sleepy, not having fully awoken with his routine cup of tea yet. He had always been rather heavily dependent on caffeine, after all. "Where's the rug?"
Narcissa stopped dead in her tracks in the kitchen, all of the color draining from her face.
"—Narcissa?" Lucius asked again after receiving no response.
"What… I'm sorry, what was that, dear?" Narcissa asked in an overly chipper tone, just trying to buy herself more time to allow her brain to think of an excuse. She had just woken up as well and cognitive thought wasn't exactly her forte right now. Busying herself getting her and her husband's tea, Narcissa tried desperately to calm herself down so that Lucius didn't think anything was wrong just by the sound of her voice.
God, she didn't think he would actually notice. Usually he was so oblivious to home décor!
"The rug," Lucius reiterated from the other room. "There was a rug in here before, wasn't there? I seem to remember thinking that it was rather ugly, or am I thinking about the one in the foyer?"
"Neither of them are ugly!" Narcissa shot back without thought, which then caused her to internally berate herself for her own stupidity because she probably could have just played it off like there had never been a rug in there in the first place, and that Lucius was just remembering incorrectly. Rubbing her forehead for a moment, Narcissa tried to play it off with, "I just… thought the parlor could do with a change, that's all. Honestly I didn't even think you'd notice."
Grabbing the two cups of steaming tea, Narcissa coached herself to take another calming breath so as to not arouse suspicion, and exited the kitchen. Lucius was sitting in his large armchair by the fireplace, the Daily Prophet in his lap as he scanned the headlines. When Narcissa placed the cup on the small table next to him, Lucius smiled in thanks before he picked up the paper to read it a little better and asked in a rather distracted tone, "Are you planning to get another rug then, or are hardwood floors in this year?"
Narcissa shot him a look like he must be joking as she sat across from him in the other arm chair. Pointedly raising an eyebrow in disbelief, she questioned, "Lucius, what color is the bathroom upstairs?"
Lucius blinked at the unexpected question, folding the corner of the paper down so he could see his wife on the other side of it. "What? I don't know… blue? What does that have to do with the rug?"
"It's cerulean, and everything, because you and I both know you don't care a damn about the details of this house so long as it looks good," Narcissa shot back, deciding to focus on being irritated so as to not have a complete and utter mental breakdown that her husband was apparently more aware of his surroundings than she thought he was. "So I don't appreciate you patronizing me with small talk and asking if 'hardwood is in this year' like I get all my decorating tips from Witch Weekly; I'm a bloody better homemaker than that!"
Lucius automatically dropped the paper and held up his hands in surrender, clearly not having expected to have awakened the beast this early in the morning. "Sorry, I was merely trying to make conversation," he gently defended, so as to not aggravate her further with a confrontational tone. "But you're right," Lucius admitted. "I couldn't give a damn about the rug. But if you'd like to tell me about your weekend, I promise that I'm truly interested, and not just trying to make morning small talk."
The weekend. Yes, great, that was exactly what she wanted to speak about.
Narcissa tried to act natural however and took a small sip of her tea, shrugging carelessly. "It was rather uneventful," she lied, hoping it didn't sound as blatantly untruthful as it did in her own head. "Bellatrix came over on Saturday and I attempted to discuss with her my plans to redecorate the parlor, but she was about as interested in that as you were, so." She rolled her eyes for effect and took another sip of the hot liquid, just trying to occupy her mouth so she didn't have to speak anymore.
"Well, France went relatively well, all things considered," Lucius contributed, glancing once more at the paper on his lap as he took another sip of his tea. "I'm still unsure how the Dark Lord is going to take my involvement in the scandal, but I did hear that they were close to clearing my name. A few more days and—" But Lucius stopped dead in the middle of his sentence, his eyes widening as his gaze caught a headline in the paper.
Sitting straight up, Lucius put his cup back down on the side table and grasped onto the paper as he exclaimed, "Bloody hell, did you hear about this?!"
Narcissa blinked, not having expected that kind of reaction. "What?" she asked, hoping her voice didn't sound as terse as she thought it did, as of course her brain went to the one place she feared more than anything.
And for good reason.
"Rookwood's whole bloody manor was burned to the ground!" Lucius exclaimed, motioning to the headline that Narcissa couldn't read because suddenly she felt very, very ill. "The papers are blaming the Dark Lord of course, as they do with damn near anything that happens these days, but he wouldn't have done that to punish him; the house was being seized by the bank anyway, so it wouldn't be much of a loss. Has Bellatrix said anything to you?"
"W-What?" Narcissa stumbled a little, taken a little bit off guard for a moment before she mentally demanded to just pull herself together. There was a time and a place to break down about this, and now was not it. "No, why would Bellatrix know anything about that?"
Lucius just looked at her like she was thick. "Because if it was the Dark Lord's doing for whatever reason, then she would know. She is his precious little pet, after all." He always said that with disgust in his voice, even though Narcissa knew that a little bit of it came from jealousy. All of the Death Eaters were like that towards Bellatrix though.
"Well regardless, Bellatrix and I don't discuss her… business anymore," Narcissa responded tersely, wishing this conversation would just cease. She was already feeling terribly ill, and it was getting increasingly difficult to hold herself together during it. "If you want to know, I suggest asking her yourself. As for myself, I really couldn't care. I've never cared for Rookwood, and I care even less for him now that he's gotten your name mixed up in all his nasty little business. If I were you, I'd distance myself from him and his personal affairs as far as possible."
"Jesus," Lucius breathed, apparently not listening to her in the slightest as he continued to read the article in question. Peering even closer at the paper, he told her, "Apparently is wife is missing too. Rookwood is going to have a bloody meltdown."
Narcissa's heart began to pound in her throat, and it took every single shred of self-control in her to keep her voice sounding disinterested as responded, "So? She was a trophy wife; everyone knows they held no real feelings towards one another. She probably burned the house down herself for the insurance money and left him so that his scandal wouldn't tarnish her reputation. She seemed the type."
"The house was getting seized by the bank, Narcissa; there was no insurance money," Lucius pointed out, which only caused Narcissa to scoff in frustration as irritation was the only emotion she could hold on to that was strong enough to override her intense fear of the truth being discovered.
"Regardless, I'm supposed to care about this, why?" Narcissa countered, giving her husband a scathing look. "In case you've forgotten, Margret has always been horrible to me, even when we were children. She seemed to deludedly think you were hers, for reasons I'll never understand. Honestly, the way she went at me it was like she thought I stole you from her or something, when you've never even—" But she stopped mid-sentence then, realizing something horrible as she shot a look of disbelief at her husband.
Lucius' guilty look was all the answer she needed.
Narcissa shot up out of her seat so fast she nearly caused the whole thing to topple to the ground. "Oh my god, you slept with her!" she shouted, looking absolutely horrified as she pointed at him in accusation. The intense sickness in her abdomen lingered on, but now for a completely different reason. "Is that why you care? Because your little side-piece has gone missing so now you have nothing to fuck while I try to work through my PTSD over what happened during my last pregnancy?! I can't believe you would do that to me; you know how I feel about her!"
"What? No!" Lucius quickly defended, getting up from the chair himself in order to try to calm down his wife. His attempt to reach out to her though was met with a fierce, "Don't touch me!" as Narcissa backed up a full three steps away from him, and Lucius was left with trying to explain himself with words alone.
"No, Narcissa, it wasn't like that," he tried to assure her, even though Narcissa was certain that after that, nothing he could say would ever make it better. Fucking Margret, of all people, hurt worse than anything else could have. "The last time I slept with her was when I found out your sold our child to the Dark Lord and had been hiding the fact that your sister was in love with you for God knows how long. Okay?"
'Okay'? Like that somehow justified it? Narcissa had thought he merely slept with a whore that night, but God, this was so much worse.
"And yes," Lucius continued, like he wasn't digging himself in a deep enough hole as it was. "I did fuck her specifically because I knew that it'd hurt you more than if I slept with anyone else, but then I couldn't even bring myself to tell you because I couldn't bear the look on your face if you knew, so it didn't even end up mattering in the end. But that was the last time, alright? I swear to it."
Narcissa just stared at him, the look of horror only intensifying the longer that her husband spoke. "You… that was the last time?" she asked, to which Lucius just nodded, thinking that that was a good thing, when in reality it just made it so much worse for him. "So not the 'only' time then. The bloody last… when the hell was the first?!"
Lucius' expression immediately fell as he realized he basically just kicked himself in the bollocks with that. "Uh…"
"'Uhh…?!'" Narcissa mocked furiously before slapping Lucius' arm as hard as she could muster. He swore and backed up from her, but Narcissa continued to advance on him as she reiterated, "'Uhh?' Is that all you have to say for yourself?! How long have you been fucking her, Lucius?! I can't believe you would do this to me!"
"Hey, I'm not the only one who's had affairs in this relationship!" Lucius defended, getting a little angry at how he was being attacked over this. "And we were just teenagers when it started, which in case you've forgotten, wasn't exactly a monogamous time for you either! But I swear on everything that I love that once we got married I ended things with her, alright? Stop making this into a bigger thing than it was!"
Ugh, Narcissa hated Bellatrix for telling Lucius that she wasn't monogamous when they were teenagers, although mostly because Lucius could now do things like this and hold it over her. Sometimes (most times, really) Bellatrix's twisted ways of telling Lucius without actually telling him that she was hers really bit her in the arse. Regardless though, that didn't make it better. Margret was still on an entirely different level than the affairs he thought she was having with other men, and that… that was just completely unacceptable.
"It is a big deal!" Narcissa furiously shot back, overwhelmed by the rage and jealousy inside of her that it completely overtook her, and she didn't think before she spoke. "God, I'm glad that bitch is dead; at least I know she'll never touch you again!"
"Wait, what?" Lucius asked, coming to a dead halt as he blinked at her, not understanding where that came from. "Dead? The papers said she was missing."
"I… I mean, she…" Narcissa stumbled, paling a little bit as she realized what she had revealed. Still, she tried to fix the situation by allowing her anger to take over again as she bluffed her way around it with a scathing sounding, "I just hope that she's dead, alright? Who cares about semantics, I'm just glad that she's out of our bloody lives!"
But Lucius was looking at her in a way that she really didn't like now, and the feeling of dread and panic began to seed deeper in her chest as her fight or flight response kicked in and she began to back up out of the parlor, just needing to be anywhere but here right now.
"Narcissa…" Lucius tried, his tone not angry or upset but something else entirely that Narcissa didn't want to dissect. Lucius knew her better than most people and although she was generally a good liar, there had always been a point, and she was terrified that she reached it. And so Narcissa did the only thing she could think of, and ran.
"No, I don't want to speak to you anymore!" she shouted, practically fleeing from the room to grab her coat from the foyer. She had to get out of there before Lucius said anything else to her, otherwise she knew she was going to crack. And so Narcissa continued to shout as she left, not wanting her husband to get a word in edge-wise. "I'm going to my sister's, and I suggest you leave me alone unless you'd like to know how it feels to sleep on the bloody floor tonight!"
And then she was out the door, disapparating as quickly as she could manage to get away from a situation she knew was already unraveling out from beneath her. Narcissa felt like she was falling apart, but she prayed that somehow she could get ahold of the herself enough to tell a convincing enough lie once she came face to face with Lucius again. She just needed time though; time to collect herself, time to think, and time to figure out how the hell to explain her stuttered reaction.
Because Lucius couldn't know the truth. He just couldn't. Even if she lied about the reason, he would never look at her the same way again if he knew she was a murderer, and Narcissa knew she would never be able to bear that.
TBC…