A/N: This is part of the dark side of my drabble writing. If this isn't your taste (or pleasure) then I shall have more for you later next week. Oh, and a reminder that I don't own HP, the Lestranges, Amelia Bones, or anything else close to this dark - 'cept my two cats, Blossom and Merlin. But then they remind me that I'm staff, not their owner. - DG


The temptations of their mutual flesh were too much to resist. The pleasures that the Lestrange pair could evoke from her were more than she could intellectually fathom. The pair before her were her drug of choice. The wanton witch on the bed was incredible, seductive, and could do things to her that she never before imagined. Those fingers, those lips, that hair – it was all too much.

And then there was Rodolphus. He was the lover she always fantasized about.

"Do you want to feel what she feels?" a baritone voice caresses her ear.

Amelia Bones looked upon the dark haired witch lying below her. Alabaster skin looked decadent next to the merlot red sheets. The way Bellatrix moved, coupled with how Rodolphus writhed behind her, belayed the sensitivity of her nerves, giving into the touches and kisses and caresses, screaming in pleasure more often than she ever had.

"Yes," she groaned from between the witch's tits. Apples upon snow were not match for Bellatrix.

A glass was proffered – cabernet red, much like the lips of the witch below her aching hips.

"Do you trust us?"

"No," she whispered.

"Excellent."

She tipped the glass upwards while fingers pried her flesh open, secret flesh that she only indulged behind closed doors and with unbreakable vows. Slowly her flesh molded to the potion she drank, watching her breasts turn into the ones below her twisting wrists.

She felt the black velvet close over her eyes and her hands taken into a strong grip. The witch below her slithered out and she is forced down into the bedclothes. Strong hands immobilized her body into such a wanton position, open and exposed and vulnerable for her lovers to see.

Moments after the changes finished she felt four hands on her temporary body, clawing and gouging in ways that made her howl in pleasure. Pain was dismissed with growing ecstasy. Talons scratched down her back and kisses placed on her insoles. Under the black velvet silence was all she heard. She didn't even have the pleasure of taste – just the pleasure of touch.

Yet Magic moved her, rolling her on the bedclothes onto her back, exposing her further to her lover's attention. Kisses moved over her body, up her legs, into her quim, over her chest and onto her breasts. Starbursts behind her black velvet draped eyes rolled all across her body, shivering in pleasure.

She was spread open, further than she felt possible. There were teasing touches that drove her barmy before she was penetrated, the sharp slap of hips upon her own. Lips feasted upon her breasts, biting and twisting under demanding lips and teeth. The burn consumed her, rolling one long orgasm across her contorted body.

The cascade was so much – until she felt hands on her throat. "Time to learn the pleasure that Bellatrix has often."

Explosions replaced stars – and the last thing Amelia Bones heard were a pair of cackles from her lovers.


Author's footnote: This was a companion piece to an entry on LJ. I read the first part and begged to write this as the companion. The original prompter was left speechless.