Chapter Four
Ever since I said those words to my Lord, things changed immediately. It felt as though I hadn't disgraced myself but more-so everybody else. Yes, I've done it already with my submission into his power, but this was something more powerful that they hadn't know about, and yet whenever I walked with my sister, whenever I went to Knockturn Alley, and whenever I attended the meetings, it felt as though everyone knew that I was to be the one behind his master plan. To carry a child into new life is one thing, but to bring it forth as a source for nothing but evil, is another. It's a thing that I knew I would end up doing myself if Rodolphus and I had recreated ourselves, and it was something I wanted to avoid all together. Yes, you are probably reading this now, thinking that I am not even Bellatrix anymore, that I care too much about things. Well, I would like to say that I do, anything as serious as this, that would involve my possible downfall in the Lord's eyes and in those of my partner's is something I seriously would take into consideration. As careless and reckless as I am, I am not completely stupid when given certain things to do. My Rodolphus never spoke one word about the mission I was to carry out, he was the same husband as usual, and that was all I needed. My sister on the other-hand was flipping out over the fact that her son was in the clutches of Voldemort and that to throw yet another innocent life into the ordeal made her wish she were muggle; so I slapped her, naturally. It was a mission that would carry more significance than the night in October when one child's parents were murdered, and one little boy would live.
Speaking of that little boy, the days grew closer, grew shorter, the arrival of Potter to face his greatest enemy was to take place. The prisoned Death Eaters were still there, giving Harry a greater advantage than we were expecting. Voldemort knew the boy was serious and wasn't going to make any effort in letting him win, he pushed us harder in our capabilities and demanded more obedience. We knew it was the end, but we weren't sure of which side. Malfoy junior was on Voldemort's Most-Likely-To-Die list, so there wasn't much hope any longer for the young Death Eater. Wasn't any to begin with really.
He called for me in the middle of the night, it was routine but it all had changed from our last meeting. Once again I had to pull myself away from my lover and bring myself down under my master's power. Once again I had to apparate into his chambers and once again I found myself sitting in his leather seats, waiting for the moment that would forever change me and quite possibly the fate of the wizarding world.
"Bellatrix," he cooed from behind me, I felt those long fingers drag through my hair, he bent forward over the head of the chair and smiled. I shuddered and felt my blood run cold. He brought me to my feet, taking my body and pressing it to his own, I felt that cold skin through his robes, his heart flutter against my own. I couldn't think of anything to say, I couldn't think of anything to do, it was much different than any other moment I found myself clutching to my Lord's breast. What could I have done without him doing it first, or drawing back in surprise? A man of such greatness in my eyes taking me over with such little effort...
...He kissed me..
Those cold lips locking to mine, that poisoned breath that caressed every shaking inch of my nerves. It became deeper and I felt myself drift closer, sliding my arms over his shoulders. I closed my eyes, his fingernails stroking the curve of my cheekbone; his tongue moistening my own. His hand traveled to my breasts, stroking over the cloth, falling downwards into my stomach, gliding over my waist. He pressed his hand softly against it, I shuddered and almost fell forward. He pulled from the kiss, looking deeply into my eyes, a curve firming in his lips.
"Contraceptive charm, Bella?" He purred and waved his finger disapprovingly. I flushed, it was no attempt at avoiding his seed, since I knew he would know, but rather my husband's.
We walked deeper into his chambers, I laid back along his bed and he followed. It was clear he had done this before, having seen his pictures decorating the walls of Slytherin house, you couldn't blame any girl for having him, or him for having any girl he wanted. His hands moved up my cloak, pulling back the brooch and laces and moving off my shoulders. His lips found my neck, and I felt that shivering cold once more, mindlessly wrapping my arms around his back once more. My eyes were closed and somehow I managed to find his mouth, feeling that venomous tongue caress mine, his fingers slid up under my shirt, nails brushing my ribs, and stroking under the rim of my bra. Voldemort's tongue removed itself from my mouth and trailed down my neck, I felt his teeth next, and my breast fall victim to his grasp. Each digit pressed in order against my nerves, pulling and pushing; between my legs I grew tense, only relieving myself by spreading my legs and letting him fall between them. He laughed in a low hiss, I only smiled and shuddered, pulling my fingers along his back and removing his cloak.
It had been a long time before we were two pale bodies laying against one another, he knew foreplay well enough I could have gotten off from that alone. Those years in Hogwarts I spent in envy against those girls who knew him like this were paid off. At least if this spawn were to change the face of the earth, the process in making it would have been worth it. I saw his shimmering red eyes, and heard his snaking hiss and the sounds of our flesh against the silk bedsheets. The darkness hid that skeleton form we both were stricken with, it wasn't visual but touch; we didn't feel like two thin skinned bodies, but rather hot flesh against hot flesh, skin against skin. He removed the final layer of cotton from around my hips and the moment he pressed his sex to mine, it felt no different than it if it were with my husband. He opened his mouth over my ear and hissed, hot breath condensing against my skin; his arousal stroking between my lips, both of us shuddered at the sensation.
The moment came when he entered me, so willingly I gave myself away to my Lord as I did years ago before I was scarred. I trembled and shook, clawing slowly into his back and bringing my chest up against his own, feeling his warmth and flesh sink into my own, being apart of my master more than I ever was. I felt him go further, pulling my flesh apart, making it accomodate his length and width with warmth and tightness. We both shivered and groaned against one another, our breath parted, fingers grasping and pulling for more support from the force of our actions. He dragged his fangs across my skin, he chuckled only slightly, whispering darkly into my ear, "My sweet servant, you make me so proud, Bella.. " I gasped, feeling him press further inside, grabbing onto his shoulders and holding him tightly, I nearly whimpered in response.. He chuckled again and smiled, flicking his tongue at my lips. I grabbed at his shoulders and brought myself up further against him, taking him deeper inside. My mind was a blend of so many thoughts, so many memories.. With each thrust of his hips, I grew more lost in the idea of being a mother, with the past of being the bad ass student, the career of a Death Eater, a wife, an aunt, the youngest of three...
Harder..
"Bellatrix my sweet girl I'm so proud of you, your first year at Hogwarts." My mother's voice echoed into my mind, it was lost in our cries, my flesh torn by his sharp nails an innocent wail of submission..
Faster..
"Bellatrix will you be my wife?" My Husband was down on one knee outside of Hogwarts in late June of our last year.. The high point of the affair where I would fall subject to more rapid thrusts, drawing us closer and closer to release.. We both gasped and groaned into the air, pulling the sheets around us with our desperate grasps. My Lord fucked me..
Deeper..
"Auntie Bewwa will you wead to me?" It was little Draco and how sweet he was, running towards me with his little book and green footy pajamas.. I was the sweetest person in his eyes, and how he looked up to me whenever I babysat. It was then I realized that it wouldn't be so bad, I grabbed Voldemort's shoulders and forced him onto his back, taking him by surprise and thrusting myself back against him.
His reaction was priceless but he responded and clawed into my chest, pulling at my skin, drawing small rivers of blood in my hips and thighs. My full weight was upon him, forcing him into sweet submission now, treating him as he treated his girls so long ago with little effort. He groaned in approval and lifted himself, biting into my neck, forcing my body into spasm as he joined inside. We threw our heads back into the sex scented air, groaning at the helpless hold our sex brought us in.
It ended. Our bodies were glossed in blood, sweat, spit and cum. We were both silent, and let the cold air take us back into that bedroom I entered with doubt and fear. The scent of both of us mingled and tainted the sheets, my hair was probably a greater sponge to it. It was then that I pulled myself from the soaked sheets, dressing once more, pulling myself away from my master to apparate and fall to the power of my lover. He grinned at me, taking my into his arms for one final kiss.
CRACK
The evening ended.
