Chapter 15: Cream, Darling?
Bellatrix stiffened as the hand touched her leg, the fingers gathering the fabric of her skirt until it was pulled up over her thigh.
Next to her, the corner of Malfoy's lips curved as he continued to spoon clotted cream onto his crumpet. The berk had some nerve. Cissy sat on the other side of him, nattering on about the wedding, which had finally been set for the month following.
Sometimes Bella was sure her sister knew exactly what kind of man Malfoy was, and was willfully Occluding herself from her own knowledge. Narcissa had always dreamed herself the lady of a grand manor; and there was none more opulent in the Wizarding world than the one they were all having breakfast in at the moment.
Yaxley, Avery, Goyle—every cock that had come inside her last night sat across from them. Each Death Eater had given her a bright, leering smile as he took his place around her, bowing to the two Black sisters with cloying exaggeration. Cissy giggled demurely behind the stupid fan she'd taken to carrying, as if this were all expected for the future queen of witches.
All but Snape. Once again he was the only absent member of the failed raid.
The seat on Bella's other side was empty and, for a moment, she wondered if it were meant for Snape. Her exposed leg was uncomfortably cold as Malfoy, now touching her bare skin, smoothed his hand up her leg until he brushed against the hairs of her vulva.
Bella fought the urge to curse his fingers right off him. She knew the Dark Lord was observing, even if he were nowhere to be seen. When he disciplined a follower, he kept careful watch on them until the punishment was complete. Only once had a Death Eater attempted to defy his punishment. She had watched the house elves mop up the remains and even she with the iron stomach had been rendered queasy.
Under the table, Malfoy's hand probed between her lips, then plunged three fingers in a quick movement, as if clutching the head of his cane. Bella jumped slightly, and the three men across the table sniggered.
Malfoy's fingers made a rough scooping motion. He was gathering the remainder of the come he and the others had left in her pussy. The Dark Lord had ensured a good deal stayed inside her, and Bella was trained to know she was not to wash herself until given permission.
"Cream, darling?" Malfoy said to Cissy.
"You're so thoughtful, my love," Cissy purred.
"Anything for my duchess." Malfoy's free hand lifted the spoon and, with a sickening splat, dropped a dollop of clotted cream onto his fiancee's crumpet.
As the blonde took a delicate nibble, cream sticking to her top lip, Malfoy pulled suddenly out of Bella's cunt.
"Rodolphus, my good man," Malfoy exclaimed.
Bella steeled herself. Of course the Dark Lord had invited—summoned, as it were—her husband to breakfast this morning.
Malfoy rose and, reaching with the hand recent from its adventure, clapped Lestrange on the back of her husband's freshly pressed coat with a hearty squelch.
"So pleased you've joined us," Lucius said. "You've been scarce of late."
"Family business abroad," Rodolphus said with importance.
Bella rolled her eyes. He tried to pass his family off as having Parisian roots, when everyone knew his branch of the Lestranges were Louisiana Creole. 'Abroad' referred to the States, and not a respectable city but the backwater swamps where they chased after ordinary vermin for sport.
"Hello, wife," Rodolphus said as he seated himself in the empty chair next to her.
Bella pecked at the air near his cheek. "Good trip?"
"Divine as usual," he said, pulling a sausage onto his plate.
"Staying a while?"
"Back for some time, yes. You'll join me at the estate, then?"
The estate, another of her husband's euphemisms of grandeur. It was a large enough dwelling, but with the Dark Lord constantly sending Rodolphus Stateside to do his American bidding, the drafty residence had fallen into a state of disrepair, with its lone house elf grown round and lazy. Even Kreacher, her cousin's elf, treated Bella with greater deference than her own did.
"We shall see," Bella said airily. "Wherever the Dark Lord requires me to be."
"I shall miss you terribly," her husband said with equal nonchalance. "Perhaps I'll pay your chambers a visit tonight before I set off."
"Do." Bella would have to find a way to entertain Rodolphus. Perhaps Isidora could be rustled up to substitute. Bellatrix performed her conjugal obligations quite dutifully, but she was afraid the Dark Lord would make her carry these men's seed in her into the evening. Only a complete twit would fail to notice the amount of baby batter inside her snatch; though with any luck Lucius had removed the great lot of it and Rodolphus was now wearing it on the back of his coat in the shape of Malfoy's large, wicked handprint.
