Upon the dark island of the enormous bed, Maddy lay adrift and sleepless; a castaway amid dunes of silken sheets and outcroppings of plump pillows. She had slept fitfully the night before, tossing and turning in the grip of strange dreams, waking drenched in sweat, heat pulsing between her thighs. Tonight threatened to be much the same.
She had expected to be too nervous of meeting Rabastan's family for such thoughts to disturb her here. That was for the best. She and Rabastan must behave themselves during her visit, and not succumb to temptation. But desire confounded her, welling up at odd moments, making her heart beat faster and her skin tingle, even when Rabastan was not nearby.
With a sigh, Maddy threw back the covers. It was probably disrespectful to touch oneself while one was a guest in another's home, but a moment's private disrespect seemed preferable to another restless night.
A little fingering never hurt anyone, Bellatrix's teasing voice echoed in her memory.
Maddy frowned. Rabastan was her true love and future husband. Why did his sister-in-law keep floating to the top of Maddy's feverish thoughts?
But it was difficult not to think about Bellatrix, after the secrets she had shared with Maddy at the spa the day before. The thought of kissing her cousins or Karima or Myrtle, if she were corporeal, held no appeal for Maddy, but she could all too easily imagine kissing a girl like Bellatrix.
Bellatrix had kissed her. It was chaste, and lasted only seconds, but the memory of it lingered like the taste of honey on Maddy's lips. She traced the curve of her breast, remembering Bellatrix's light touch on her skin, and felt her nipples rise. Did that mean she wanted Bellatrix to kiss her again?
The creak of a hinge interrupted Maddy's thoughts. She froze, her hand still cupping her breast.
"I-is someone there?" she whispered.
"It's only me," came a rough voice from the darkness.
The mattress sagged as Rabastan rolled onto it, groping for her. Maddy turned toward him eagerly. His hands were rough, and his mouth tasted of the sweet mulled wine they had drunk in the parlour after supper.
"You shouldn't be here," she whispered. "If Bella and your brother catch us -"
"They won't. I'm pretty sure they're fucking right now. Anyway, I couldn't bear another night having you so close, and not touching you."
A sudden, sharp vision of Bellatrix on her back, dark hair splayed over the pillows, pale bosom heaving, long legs spread in welcome, overwhelmed Maddy for a moment. She came back to herself with a jolt to find her unresisting fingers being guided under Rabastan's nightshirt, and folded around his cock.
"See how much he's missed you?" he rasped. "Let's see if you've missed me."
Shoving a rough hand into her bloomers, he gave a grunt of surprise. Maddy winced. Her skin was still tender from the wax potion.
"Be gentle," she whimpered. "It's sore -"
"You've finally got rid of that bush." Rabastan sounded pleased. "Is this my Yule prezzie? I like it."
"I thought you might," said Maddy shyly.
"It's all smooth and clean, like a proper woman. You should keep it like this."
"I-I'll try."
Her breath escaped in a sigh of relief when his exploring fingers ceased their painful rubbing and moved on, sliding between her thighs. This was what she wanted. How could she think of kissing girls, when the man of her dreams was here, touching her, desiring her?
"Merlin, you're sopping! Been thinking about me, have you?"
Maddy bit her lip. "Who else?"
He chuckled. "That's my girl. Helga's tits, I want to fuck you right now."
"I know, but we can't." She rubbed her thumb along the underside of his cock, eliciting a grunt of pleasure. "I'll finish you off, but we have to be quick about it."
"I just wanna rub my cock on your cunt for a minute. Feel how smooth and slippery you are."
Maddy shivered. "All right, but only for a minute."
In seconds, her bloomers were off, and Rabastan was on top of her, sliding his prick along her dripping slit. The blunt head nudged her pleasure spot, and Maddy moaned into his mouth.
"Fuck, Yaxley," he panted. "Nothing's ever felt this good. Lemme put it in, just for a second."
The thought of that thickness sliding into her, opening her, filling her, sent a forbidden thrill through Maddy's belly.
"We can't," she whispered again, pleading. "Not here, Rab."
Light bloomed in the doorway.
"What's going on in here?" demanded a sharp voice.
Maddy shrieked and shoved at Rabastan's chest. "Getoff-off-OFF -"
She squirmed out from under him and yanked the bedclothes up to her chin, staring up in terror at the intruder. Bellatrix Lestrange stood at the foot of the bed, lit wand in her hand, an unreadable expression in her heavy-lidded eyes.
"I'm sorry!" wailed Maddy. "We weren't - I swear I never let him -"
But she knew it was too late. Maddy felt as if she were falling. The ground rushing to meet her was the cold, hard certainty of what must happen now. Her reputation was ruined. They would tell her mother. They would tell everyone. She would be utterly disgraced and branded a harlot for life. No decent man would marry her now. With a deep, shuddering breath, Maddy burst into tears.
Bellatrix sank gracefully onto the edge of the bed. "Rab? The truth, now."
"We didn't," he said sullenly, looking away. "She told me not to."
Bellatrix regarded them both for a moment. "I'll need to see," she said finally.
Maddy did not understand at first, but Bellatrix gestured impatiently at the drawn-up knees hugged tight to her chest.
"Lie back, if you please, Miss Yaxley. I must check to see whether you're still pure."
The breath caught in Maddy's throat. Slowly, feeling like a stranger in her own body, she reclined against the pillows, numb with humiliation.
"Open your legs," Bellatrix ordered sternly. "I'm not going to hurt you. If you've done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear."
Maddy squeezed her eyes shut, and obeyed, tears leaking over her temples to soak into her hair. The silk of Bellatrix's dressing gown whispered against Maddy's thigh, and then cool fingers touched her most private place. They probed with surprising gentleness, spreading Maddy's lower lips apart, and delicately tracing the opening of her sacred passage.
"What a perfect little rosebud," murmured Bellatrix. "Everything appears to be intact, but I must check inside to be certain."
Maddy gave a jerky nod of assent, biting her lip. She tensed as a slender finger slipped inside her.
"So snug. I think perhaps you're telling the truth."
"I am!" cried Maddy, voice trembling. "I've never let Rab or anyone put his staff in me!"
"I believe you, my dear." The sharp note was gone from her voice.
Maddy almost sobbed with relief as Bellatrix withdrew the probing finger. She sat up, pulling the blankets around her to cover herself once more.
"Please don't tell my mother," she begged.
Bellatrix stroked Maddy's cheek, wiping away a tear with her thumb. "No one is going to tell your mother," she said gently. "Do you think I don't know all about the pressures and expectations society puts on pure-blood girls? I know what a struggle it can be, living up to them, especially when you're young and the world is so confusing."
"I just want to do what's right," said Maddy, "but -"
"Bella?" called a gruff voice from the corridor. "Where are you?"
"I'm just in Maddy's room, Husband," Bellatrix called back. "We're having a little talk."
Maddy pulled the bedclothes more tightly around herself as Rodolphus stepped into the room. He, too, held a lit wand before him. His dressing gown gaped open to reveal a broad chest, matted with dark hair. Maddy shrank back under his gaze, leaning closer to Bellatrix's comforting presence. Rodolphus said nothing, but the corner of his mouth twitched in what looked almost like a smirk.
"It seems Rab and Maddy have been enjoying a little illicit playtime," Bellatrix informed him. "I've performed an examination, and I'm fairly certain her maidenhead is still intact."
The frank assessment, and Rodolphus's unwavering gaze, made Maddy want to sink into the mattress and vanish.
"I'm waiting for my wedding night," she whispered. "I swear -"
"It's all right, Maddy dear," said Bellatrix. "We know you meant no harm. You were moved by love. Who amongst us doesn't know how that feels? Now that we know you're the right sort of girl, and that your feelings for our darling little brother are pure, there are some things we must discuss. Come sit down, Dolph."
Rodolphus sank onto the foot of the bed, eyes still fixed on Maddy, as Bellatrix touched her wand to the stub of a candle on the nightstand. Warm, golden light bloomed, pressing back the shadows.
"My dear," Bellatrix continued gently, stroking Maddy's hair, "Dolph and I have grown very fond of you over the past few days. You already feel almost like a sister to me, and of course Rab adores you. Do you think you might want to be part of our family one day?"
Maddy stared up at her, hardly daring to believe. "Oh, yes! I would love that!"
Bellatrix clapped her hands in delight. "Wonderful! Of course, Dolph and Rab's parents would need to approach your mother with an official offer. You know how mothers are; they can have some very old-fashioned ideas about the proper way of doing things. Isn't that so?"
Maddy nodded.
"No doubt you've been told all manner of things that good pure-blood girls and wives must do, or not do," Bellatrix continued, "but as you've already begun to learn, those are merely guidelines. Every family is different, and has its own way of doing things. In our family, we all love each other very much, and we share everything. We would want you to be a part of that, Maddy."
"That sounds lovely." She glanced automatically at Rodolphus, and then quickly away. Perhaps fondness for him would come with time.
"The difficulty is," said Bellatrix, "I have sworn an oath. A secret oath. You recall the mark on my arm, and what it means?"
Maddy nodded again. "Would I have to get a mark like that, too?"
Bellatrix laughed. "Only if you want to, and then only if the Dark Lord chooses you as one of his inner circle. But my oath to my Lord is different."
"Different how?"
"I am sworn to serve him, like the others, but I have also sworn that, when the time comes, it will be my great honour to bear his heir."
"Oh!" cried Maddy.
Bellatrix's eyes shone with pride. "My parents didn't understand when they chose a husband for me that this was my true destiny. I only realised it myself a short time before I married Dolph. I must keep myself pure for my Lord, until the day he calls upon me to serve him."
"But -" began Maddy, glancing at Rodolphus again.
"Dolph serves the Dark Lord, too," said Bellatrix. "He wouldn't dream of taking that which rightfully belongs to our Master. I see to my husband's needs in other ways, as is my duty as a wife. But sadly, I cannot bear him a child."
A pang of pity for Rodolphus bloomed in Maddy's chest, but she also felt a thrill, as if she and Bellatrix were twin heroines from a Freya Lovelace novel, navigating the stormy waters of duty, passion, and drama, before finding their happy ending in the safe harbour of true love.
"But if you and your husband can't have a child together -"
Bellatrix took Maddy's hand in hers. "You've hit upon the heart of it, my dear. The Lestrange family, too, must have an heir; they are one of the last great pure-blood houses left in Britain. And if Dolph and I can't give them one, then that sacred duty falls to Rab's wife."
Maddy flushed, lowering her eyes. "I want to have Rab's babies."
She heard a snort, and shot a scowl in Rabastan's direction. This was much too solemn and important a moment for laughter.
Bellatrix squeezed her fingers, drawing Maddy's attention back to herself. "Of course you do, my dear," she said warmly. "And one day, you shall. But first, you would have to give his brother a son."
"I - what?" Maddy goggled at her, and then at Rodolphus.
"It would need to be a secret, of course," Bellatrix continued matter-of-factly. "When you began to show, you and I would go away for a time, and after the child was born, we would say it was mine. You and I have similar colouring. No one else need ever know the truth."
"Y-you want me to ... lie with your husband?" asked Maddy, shocked.
Bellatrix gave her a rueful smile. "As I've said, we share everything in this family."
Maddy looked to Rabastan in disbelief. "Did you know about this?"
Rabastan scowled petulantly. "I get to have you first. We'll use a contraceptive potion until you squeeze out a boy for Dolph."
Maddy shook her head, feeling trapped in another strange dream, wondering whether she would wake soon. "I-I don't know. This isn't how - it's not what I imagined ..."
"It needn't be only them," Bellatrix said softly.
Mesmerised, Maddy watched as Bellatrix raised her fingers to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.
"I've seen you watching me," she continued, voice low and warm. "Ever since the spa. And even before that, I think. You would be welcome in my bed, whenever you chose to visit."
Maddy could not look away from Bellatrix's lovely face. Her heart fluttered in her throat, fear and excitement crowding her chest. When Bellatrix leaned closer, Maddy forgot to breathe. Her mouth was warm. The tip of her tongue traced the curve of Maddy's lower lip in invitation.
"Dearest Maddy," Bellatrix murmured. "I can't tell you how I've longed to kiss your sweet mouth - how long it's been since I've had a companion to play with. Let me teach you the joys of a woman's touch."
Maddy released her breath in a soft, shuddering sigh. "I-I don't know," she whispered. "We're not supposed to -"
Bellatrix smiled. "I'm a respectable pure-blood wife, and I've been playing with other girls since I was younger than you. There's no harm in having a little fun. No one need ever know."
Her lips brushed Maddy's neck, just below her ear, and Maddy shivered. When Bellatrix tugged gently at the bedsheets covering her, Maddy let them go.
"There's a good girl." Bellatrix's voice was a husky whisper. "Now, let's get to know one another a little better."
With an elegant shrug, the silk of her dressing gown slid from her shoulders, baring her small, perfect breasts. Maddy stared at them, mouth dry.
"You can touch them, dear one," Bellatrix murmured. "I want you to touch them."
She lifted Maddy's unresisting hands, cupping them to her flesh. Bellatrix's breasts were warm and heavy on her palms. Maddy let out a shaky, wondering breath, feeling the soft, rounded shape of them. Bellatrix's nipples drew up into tight little buds at Maddy's touch, and she sighed with pleasure.
"May I touch yours, Maddy?" she asked. "Oh, please say yes! I've wanted to ever since I first saw them."
Hesitantly, heart pounding, Maddy nodded.
Quick, deft fingers found the laces of her nightgown, tugging at the pink ribbons, spreading the silk open. Cool air touched Maddy's skin, and then Bellatrix's hands were on her, cupping her, thumbs stroking her nipples, so that they tingled and tightened in turn.
Maddy's bosom rose and fell with nervous, panting breaths under Bellatrix's gentle handling. It was utterly unlike Rabastan's usual pinching and squeezing - more like the way Maddy touched herself. In spite of the strangeness of it, she began to relax under that caress.
"Will you kiss me, sweet Maddy?" Bellatrix murmured.
Bravely, breathlessly, Maddy lifted her face. She found Bellatrix's mouth, hot and eager. Her darting tongue spoke of a hunger that made Maddy shiver. Rabastan's kisses were hungry, too, but his were plundering and demanding. Bellatrix's kiss was teasing and inviting, full of promise. Her slender arms slid around Maddy's waist, and the softness of her bare breasts pressed against Maddy's own, warm skin to warm skin, making Maddy shiver.
Bellatrix broke the kiss, pressing her high, smooth forehead to Maddy's. "Do you like this, sweet one?" she asked, panting softly.
"It - feels strange," Maddy admitted.
"Only at first," Bellatrix assured her. "After that, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Like touching yourself. Like loving yourself."
She bent her head, and her lips found Maddy's throat, teasing the sensitive hollow with the tip of her tongue until Maddy gasped. Bellatrix made a pleased sound.
"Lie back, my dear," she murmured.
Unable to resist her husky whisper, Maddy sank back onto the pillows, heart in her throat, as Bellatrix bent over her. She nuzzled Maddy's breasts, then took a nipple between her lips, suckling it. Maddy clutched at the bedsheets, swallowing a moan.
Bellatrix chuckled, low in her throat, tongue teasing the puckered nipple. Her fingers stroked Maddy's thigh. "Open for me, sweet one."
For the second time that night, Maddy spread her legs for Bellatrix. This time, when cool fingers cupped her, her heart pounded with excitement rather than fear. A single fingertip delicately traced her slit, up and down.
"I so hoped you'd be wet for me, Maddy," Bellatrix sighed dreamily. "Does Rab ever touch you like this?"
Maddy bit her lip. "N-not exactly."
Bellatrix chuckled. "No, I suppose not. He's only sixteen; he still has much to learn about how to touch a woman."
Maddy might have said something in defence of the boy she loved, but just then, Bellatrix's coaxing fingertip slipped between her lower lips, and all thought of anything else fled. Maddy gave a little cry when Bellatrix found the nub between her folds that so loved to be touched. She traced tiny, teasing circles around it as Maddy gasped and whimpered, tendrils of pleasure curling through her belly.
"You see?" Bellatrix murmured. "Women know how, and women know where, better than any man ever could. I could make you scream with ecstasy, using nothing but the tip of one finger, or - has Rab ever tasted you, my dear?"
"T-tasted?" She could barely comprehend the meaning of the word; all her attention was focused on that teasing fingertip.
Maddy did not resist when Bellatrix pressed her thighs wider apart. She was beyond shame now - beyond anything but the desire for Bellatrix's touch. She thought she would let this glorious goddess do almost anything to her. Then Maddy's eyes flew open, and she clutched at the bedclothes, a startled cry tearing from her throat. Bellatrix's deft fingers were one thing, but her tongue was something else entirely.
Her mouth was hot and slick and hungry as the secret places she found. Spreading Maddy's lower lips apart, she suckled and lapped eagerly. Pleasure coiled inside Maddy, growing in intensity with every flick and lick, until the sweetly pointed tongue of Bellatrix Lestrange was the only thing in the world that existed or mattered.
Slender fingers probed the opening of her sacred passage, and slipped inside her, moving in deep, sure strokes. Ragged, sobbing gasps fell from Maddy's open mouth. Nothing had ever felt this good before, not even when she touched herself. Maddy wondered if it were possible to die from pleasure. She would surely die if Bellatrix ever stopped kissing her like that.
Pressing her tongue hard to Maddy's swollen nub, Bellatrix flicked back and forth across it, light and fast, and Maddy screamed, back arching, heels and clutching fingers digging into the mattress, as the breathy, shuddering sound exploded from her. Rolling waves of pleasure, each stronger than the last, pounded through her belly, but Bellatrix did not relent until Maddy's cries turned to hoarse sobs, and she lay boneless and trembling, tangled in the sweat-soaked sheets.
"Well, everything appears to be in working order," Bellatrix said, sitting up and wiping her fingers on the bedsheet. She was disheveled and panting, and had never looked more beautiful.
Eyes half closed, Maddy gazed dreamily up at her, a sweet throbbing ache echoing between her thighs, and wondered whether it was possible to be in love with two people at once, and whether a person could love both men and women.
"Are you well, Maddy?" Bellatrix asked with a knowing smile.
Maddy swallowed, finding her throat dry. "I - yes," she rasped.
Bellatrix laughed. "Take note, lads. That is how you pleasure a woman."
Maddy winced. Somehow, she had forgotten Rabastan and his brother were there. Prickling shame rippled over her skin as she imagined how wanton she must have looked - how she must have sounded - with Bellatrix's tongue between her thighs. For Rabastan to see her that way was one thing, but to behave so shamelessly in front of Rodolphus, who was a virtual stranger -
"Seems like a lot of bother," said Rabastan with a shrug. "Why go to all that trouble when I could just stick my cock in her?"
Bellatrix's elegantly arched brows rose. "Has Rab truly never done that for you, Maddy?"
Maddy's cheeks flushed red. "He's done ... other things."
"She's never asked," said Rabastan.
Bellatrix gave him a playful slap on the knee. "Best be ready next time, little brother; she'll know what to ask for now. If you want to keep getting your cock sucked, you have to give a little. I know you're not shy about asking for that."
"She's not bad at it, either." Rabastan grinned at Maddy and gestured toward the tented shape under the sheets. "C'mon, Yaxley. Let's show 'em what you've got."
Sitting up, Maddy stared at him, open-mouthed. Did he really mean for her to suck him here, in front of his family? But before she could think of a reply, Bellatrix touched his knee once more.
"Let Maddy have a moment to catch her breath. Anyway, she can't be better at it than I am, can she?"
"Well, one of you had better do something," said Rabastan. "I'm stiff as a wand after that show you two put on."
Bellatrix stroked his thigh. "I'm happy to take care of you, little brother. But you know the rules."
"Yeah, I know." Rabastan looked disgruntled. "I'll do it right this time."
Everything was happening too quickly. As Maddy watched in disbelief, Bellatrix drew down the sheet, exposing Rabastan's hard cock for all the world to see. And then her red lips were sliding over the head, suckling him, drawing him in with deep, swallowing strokes. The same strange, prickling numbness she had felt when Bellatrix examined her swept through Maddy once more, as she tried to reconcile the scene unfolding before her with everything she knew of propriety, romance, and family dynamics.
Rabastan exhaled between his teeth in a hiss. "Oh, fuck yeah - that's it ..." he panted, hips rising to meet each rhythmic suck.
Rabastan was her boyfriend! How could he do such a thing with another woman in front of her? And yet, had Bellatrix not just done almost the same thing with Maddy in front of him? Rabastan had not seemed at all jealous of their play. If anything, he appeared to enjoy it. Was this what Bellatrix meant about their family sharing everything?
Before Maddy's whirling thoughts could settle anywhere, Rabastan gave a familiar grunt and shudder. Swallowing ostentatiously, Bellatrix released him, and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
"Slytherin's bollocks," Rabastan panted. "You'd better teach Yaxley how to do it like that!"
"In time," Bellatrix promised. "For now, I'm more interested in seeing whether you remember anything I've taught you."
"I haven't forgotten," grumbled Rabastan.
Bellatrix reclined regally against the pillows. "Come show me," she commanded, opening her legs. The golden candlelight fell upon her smooth, hairless cunt, and glinted from her wet, pink slit. Maddy could not tear her eyes away.
Looking resigned, Rabastan rolled over and crawled between his sister-in-law's thighs, bending his head to his task. Even to Maddy's shocked and inexperienced eyes, it was clear that he performed his duties with less enthusiasm and effort than Bellatrix had demonstrated on either of them.
"Mm, you'll have to do better than that, little brother," Bellatrix sighed.
The mattress shifted behind Maddy. In her befuddlement, she had forgotten Rodolphus again. His silent, looming presence made her tense. He was so near that Maddy could hear his harsh breathing, and she shivered, uncomfortably aware of her own nakedness.
She dared a sidelong glance over her shoulder, and her breath caught in her throat. A prick both longer and thicker than Rabastan's protruded shamelessly from between the folds of Rodolphus's carelessly-wrapped dressing gown. Rodolphus stroked it idly, hungry gaze fixed on his wife and brother. Maddy swallowed, wondering how something as big as that could ever fit inside a woman's body.
"See anything you like?" his gruff voice sounded amused.
Maddy winced, jerking her eyes away. "Sorry," she mumbled.
"Look all you want," he chuckled. "You can touch it, if you like. It likes being petted by pretty girls."
Maddy balled up her fists, tucking them closer to her body. "How can you stand it?" she burst out. "Sharing your wife? Watching them together?"
Rodolphus shrugged. "I like to watch. It all works out. We all get what we want, one way or another."
Remembering what they wanted of her, Maddy shivered. If she agreed to their arrangement, she would find out exactly how Rodolphus's prick fit inside her. But did she want that? The thought of having two big, strong men and a beautiful woman for lovers - to lie with them and serve them, and be served by them in turn - was as terrifying as it was intriguing.
Would Rabastan be there when Rodolphus bedded her? Would Bellatrix? Would Maddy want them to be? The thought of being alone with him - of having him on top of her - inside her - made Maddy's mouth go dry. How many times would it take for her to get with child by him? She knew once was sometimes enough, but what if it took months? Or even years?
"Enough!" Bellatrix pushed Rabastan away impatiently, and sat up.
"No, I can do it!" Rabastan protested. "Just gimme another minute."
Maddy blinked, surprised by this display of dedication to duty.
"Gimme a-nuh-thoo miiinute," Bellatrix mimicked in her sing-song baby-voice. "You've had ample time, little brother. I made you come, and you didn't manage to return the favour. You'll have to pay the penalty."
"Unless your girl wants to pay it for you," suggested Rodolphus, leering at Maddy.
Rabastan frowned at her, considering, then shook his head. "I'm not sharing her with you until after I've had her. Once I've had a go, you can do as you like, but I won't be paying anymore penalties."
Maddy looked back and forth between them, bewildered and alarmed. "What penalties?"
"It's just a stupid rule," said Rabastan. "If Bella gets me off, I have to either get her off, or Dolph."
Maddy's mouth dropped open. "You - what?"
"Turnabout is fair play," said Rodolphus, rising up onto his knees, so that his staff jutted out obscenely. "Best get it over with."
Looking disgusted, Rabastan crawled toward his brother, wrapped a fist around his cock, and began stroking vigorously. Rodolphus closed a large hand over his, arresting the motion.
"Bella sucked you, Rabbie," his brother reminded him. "You think you're going to get away with tossing me off?"
Rabastan caught Maddy's wide-eyed look of horror. "It's not queer," he muttered, cheeks flushed, "it's just the rules."
Squeezing his eyes shut, Rabastan bent and took the blunt tip of his brother's cock in his mouth, and began bobbing his head rapidly.
Maddy watched in horrified fascination, recognising the all-too-familiar technique of one who disliked this task, and wanted it over with as quickly as possible. She felt a pang of sympathy for her beloved, but a small part of her could not help feeling that this was justice for all the times he had made her do the same for him, while never once offering to return the favour.
A slender arm circled Maddy's waist, and she felt the softness of Bellatrix's breasts pressed against her back.
"It's fun to watch, isn't it?" her lips brushed Maddy's neck.
Maddy swallowed. "I - Dolph said he likes to watch."
Bellatrix gave a breathy laugh. "So he does. And so do I."
"Will you - when I - when Dolph and I -?" Maddy swallowed.
"Will I be there when my husband fucks you? Of course." Her fingertips danced feather-light over the sensitive skin of Maddy's belly. Her breath tickled Maddy's ear as she whispered, "I'll ready you myself."
Maddy shivered.
Bellatrix's teasing fingers slid lower, cupping between Maddy's legs.
"There's nothing to fear, dear one," she continued in a low murmur. "Dolph is well-trained, and as I understand it, many women enjoy the experience of being fucked by a man. No doubt you'll like it well enough. And if you don't care for it, well, there are other ways of managing a man, as I'm sure you know."
The tip of a finger slipped between Maddy's folds, and began lightly stroking her pleasure spot.
Maddy gasped, but tried to focus on what Bellatrix was saying, knowing it was important. "H-how do you m-manage?"
"Oh, it's nothing, really," said Bella, as casually as if they were conversing over tea. "A little tug here, a little suck there."
"D'you ever let him do it ... the back way?" Maddy asked hesitantly.
"Up the arse? Never. That sort of thing is only for queers and the lowest sort of mudblood sluts. Why? Has Rab been trying to talk you into that?"
Maddy winced. "He - mentioned it once."
"I wouldn't let him, if I were you. Men have no respect for a woman who allows herself to be humiliated in that fashion."
"I won't," Maddy promised, hoping Bellatrix would not find out, or at least not until after she and Rabastan were wed.
"Men are simple creatures, Maddy. It doesn't take much to keep them satisfied. Just be sure not to neglect their pricks, or they'll find somewhere else to stick them. Mudbloods. Whores. House-elves ..."
"What?" Maddy gasped, thinking of Squeaker, and of the ugly little creature that served the Lestranges. "They don't - they wouldn't -"
"It's nothing you need concern yourself with," soothed Bellatrix, lips brushing Maddy's neck, "so long as you do your part. Mmm, you're so wet, sweet one."
Her knee pressed between Maddy's thighs, parting them, and Bellatrix's fingers slipped easily into her.
"You were meant for this life," Bellatrix went on, voice low and sultry. "You'll give these clumsy, ungrateful menfolk a child or two with the Lestrange name, and let them spill their seed in you every once in a while, and you and I will give one another pleasure beyond your imagination. Would you like that, my dear?"
Maddy opened her mouth, but all that emerged was a whimper. On the other side of the bed, Rabastan sat up, grimacing, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, but Maddy had no attention for anything but the soft, enticing voice in her ear, and the thrust of fingers deep inside her.
"Oh, Maddy," sighed Bellatrix, "if you only knew how I've longed for a woman's touch. Will you touch me, dear one? Please say you will, Maddy. I think I shall die if you don't!"
Bellatrix released her, and for a moment, Maddy felt dizzy and disoriented at the sudden loss of sensation. Almost instinctively, she turned toward the other woman. Before she could catch her breath, Bellatrix's mouth was on hers, kissing her hungrily, and Bellatrix's hand was guiding Maddy's between her own parted thighs, to silky-smooth, hairless skin, and the slippery-wet secret treasures concealed within.
"Oh, Maddy," Bellatrix sighed again, as she pressed Maddy's finger to her swollen nub. "Yes, just like that."
She lay back on the bed, dark hair spilling over the pillows, eyes closed, lips parted, legs spread wide.
Maddy could hardly breathe. She had never seen anything so beautiful in all her life. With every movement of her finger, Bellatrix responded, moaning wantonly. It made Maddy feel powerful, and an echoing flutter thrilled between her own legs, knowing she was giving pleasure to such perfection. When Bellatrix's hand slid down, spreading herself open, Maddy bent closer, eager to see the lush, pink petals of her womanhood offering up all their secrets to her.
Was this what her own parts looked like? She stroked each one curiously, trying to reconcile them with the secrets of her own body that she had only ever known by touch. Bellatrix's pleasure nub stood out as stiffly as the tip of a finger, and when Maddy inhaled, the scent of her was intoxicating.
"Your touch feels so good, sweet one," Bellatrix moaned. "Will you taste me, like I tasted you?"
Maddy was too entranced to refuse. Cautiously, she bent closer, breathing in the heady perfume of Bellatrix's scent. She half expected sweetness, but when the tip of her tongue touched that secret flower, Maddy tasted salt and musk.
Any fear that she would dislike it, as she disliked sucking Rabastan's cock, vanished at once with Bellatrix's shuddering sigh. Emboldened, Maddy continued her explorations, tasting, lapping, running her tongue around and over every one of Bellatrix's lush folds, enjoying the slippery feel, and shivering with delight at the responses she elicited.
When her tongue touched the entrance of Bellatrix's sacred passage, Maddy drew back, heart hammering. She was overwhelmed with the desire to kiss Bellatrix there, but did she dare to cross that enticing threshold? Delicately, Maddy traced the glistening rim with the tip of her finger. Her breath caught in her throat as it twitched at her touch, and gaped open, like he bedewed petals of a rose opening in welcome to the morning sun's light.
It was all the invitation Maddy needed. Bending her head once more, she pressed her parted lips to the opening, probing gently with the tip of her tongue. Bellatrix's passage was as hot and slippery as Maddy's own, and Bellatrix gave a little cry at the intrusion, and lifted her hips, urging Maddy on.
Bravely, Maddy pressed deeper, pushing her tongue inside that exquisite, secret mouth, lapping and thrusting until wetness ran down her chin. Bellatrix's every sigh and moan seemed to echo between Maddy's own thighs, and she shivered with the thrill of tasting something so glorious and forbidden. She wanted nothing more than to stay in that sweet paradise forever, but her tongue was tiring quickly, and starting to develop a cramp.
She pulled away, gasping. "Sorry, I-I don't think I can ... keep it up."
Bellatrix gave her a sultry smile. "That was very good, for a beginner. In time, I'll teach you all the secrets of love."
"Is there anything else I can do?" Maddy asked bravely. "To make it good for you?"
"Come here, my love," Bellatrix whispered, voice low and husky. "Kiss me."
Her heavy-lidded grey eyes, unfocused with passion, drew Maddy to her like a compass to true North. Bellatrix kissed her hungrily, seeming to delight in her own taste on Maddy's lips. Lithe, slender arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, rolling Maddy onto her back, and Bellatrix's thigh pressed between hers. Maddy moaned into her mouth, unable to stop herself rubbing against that smooth, soft skin.
"Sweet Maddy," sighed Bellatrix. Her hair fell about Maddy's face and shoulders in a soft, sweaty tangle. "I want to feel your cunt kissing mine. Then you'll know what true love feels like."
Maddy had never heard of anything so sexy or romantic in her life. "How - how do we do that?" she panted.
Bellatrix bent her head, nuzzling Maddy's neck. "Wrap your legs around my waist, sweet one. I'll manage the rest."
Maddy obeyed eagerly, as Bellatrix captured her mouth in another hungry kiss. Then she moved her hips, and Maddy gasped. Slippery wet heat slid, frictionless, on slippery wet heat, as Bellatrix kissed her above and below. Maddy whimpered and clung to Bellatrix, feeling their swollen pleasure nubs nudge and rub against each other, their juices flowing and mingling together. Sweat dripped over Maddy's ribs. She felt surrounded, overwhelmed with pleasure. Her heavy, panting gasps were loud in her ears, but even so, Maddy could hear the slick, wet sound of flesh on flesh as Bellatrix ground their cunts together.
"If I had a cock, would you let me fuck you, Maddy?" Bellatrix panted.
Maddy's breathing hitched, and the truth escaped her lips in a ragged whisper. "Yes."
Bellatrix chuckled breathlessly. "I guess we'll just have to make do."
Her eyes slid sideways, and she tilted her head as if in invitation, and Maddy felt a large hand brush her thigh. She had almost forgotten again that Rabastan was there. That he could hear and see all of the things she and Bellatrix said and did to one another. But Maddy was too far gone, lost in her own pleasure, and in Bellatrix, to feel much embarrassment about that.
When a thick finger prodded her entrance, and then pushed inside her, all she could do was moan. Looking up into Bellatrix's lovely eyes, it was all too easy to imagine it was not a finger at all, but Bellatrix's cock thrusting into her. This is how it would feel, she had no doubt, to give her maiden's gift to this vision of womanly perfection, if such a thing were possible. Her hips rose, rocking desperately into the deep, rhythmic thrusts, wanting only this, always and forever.
"Oh, Maddy," Bellatrix's voice was a breathy shiver. "It's happening. Can you feel it? Will you come with me?"
Maddy could feel it: a point of concentrated pleasure, building between them and radiating out, like the rays of the sun, until it flooded her loins with pounding, shuddering release so intense that she thought she must be feeling Bellatrix's pleasure, too.
Bellatrix arched her back and gave a melodramatic scream, as Maddy clung to her, sobbing and trembling with her own helpless climax.
The candlelit room came slowly back into focus. Maddy felt as if she were floating in a glowing, golden pool, newly born into a world of pleasure, breathing in the heady perfumes of sex and contentment.
Bellatrix stirred upon her breast with a happy sigh. "That was wonderful. I'll just pop to the loo to freshen up. Won't be a moment." She kissed Maddy lingeringly, then slipped off the bed, vanishing into the shadows.
"All right, that's enough, Dolph," said a sullen voice from near Maddy's head.
An answering grunt came from somewhere around her knees, and the thick finger slid out of her.
Maddy tensed, a sudden wave of horror breaking over her. Rodolphus, not Rabastan. She had just come with her boyfriend's brother's finger inside her. She snatched at the sheets, pulling them over herself, trembling from head to foot.
"Rab, I didn't mean -" she wailed.
Surely she should have known, somehow, that it was not Rabastan. She should have stopped him. Rabastan should have stopped him.
Rodolphus shrugged. "Bella got two turns, and I know you've sucked Rab's cock lots of times. Seems only fair I should get to sample the goods."
Rabastan cast his brother a sour look. "You get to watch. Isn't that what you like, anyway?"
"I like other things too. I should at least get to come on those big tits."
He gave one a casual squeeze. Maddy shrank back, staring in horror at the large hand on her breast, and past it, to the thick, veiny cock that stood up from the dark bush of hair between Rodolphus's thighs. She was alone and naked with two men, both larger and stronger than her. Without Bellatrix there, Maddy felt outnumbered and powerless.
Rodolphus laughed. "Your girl wants my cock, Rabbie. She wants to know what it's like to be fucked by a real man."
"Leave her alone, Dolph." Rabastan gave his brother's shoulder a shove. "You'll get your turn when the time comes. Until then, she's mine."
Their casual negotiation made Maddy shrink in on herself, pulling the sheet tighter about her shoulders.
"Hey," said Rabastan in a softer voice. "Don't look at him, look at me."
He leaned in and kissed her, and Maddy relaxed a little. Rabastan loved her. He would not let anything bad happen to her. She leaned against his chest, as he stroked her hair and her back.
"I didn't know - I wasn't expecting any of this," she said in a small voice.
"I know. You looked very sexy with Bella, though. I was jealous. Only a man's cock should be able to make his woman come like that. You're not gonna turn lezzie on me, are you?"
"No!" Maddy's face reddened. "How can I be a lesbian if I love you?"
He laughed and kissed her forehead. "I was only teasing. As long as you know you're mine, you and Bella can do as you like."
"And - your brother?" she asked timidly, trying not to look at Rodolphus.
Rabastan scowled, his arms wrapping protectively around her. "That's only after we're married, and only until you squeeze out a boy for him and Bella."
"I want to have your babies," Maddy pleaded. "Couldn't we just - give them one of ours? What difference would it make, so long as it was a pure-blood boy, born of the Lestrange line?"
"The difference is that my brother wants a cunt he can fuck, and Bella's is off limits. They won't approve of the match unless you agree to it."
Maddy felt helpless. She wanted to marry Rabastan more than anything, but if having him meant giving herself to Rodolphus - ? On the other hand, there was Bellatrix ...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a tweak of her nipple.
"Hey," murmured Rabastan. "We were about to have some fun before Bella came in, remember? Nothing stopping us now."
She let him ease her back onto the pillows, nuzzling her breasts, but she was not ready to change the subject just yet.
"How long have you known? About the - the arrangement?"
"Hmm? Oh. We worked it out after last Yule."
Maddy gasped as his teeth closed on a nipple. "Y-you never let on."
"Had to find out whether you were the right sort of girl first, didn't I?"
She tensed. "What does that mean, exactly?"
A knee wedged her thighs apart, and a hand groped between them.
"You know. Adventurous. Fun. Not uptight or frigid."
Maddy bit her lip. Of course she wanted Rabastan to think her fun and adventurous, but what the Lestranges asked of her seemed to go a good way beyond that. It was hard to think very clearly about it with Rabastan's fingers between her legs.
Then he rolled on top of her, and it was no longer his fingers probing her most intimate places. Maddy moaned as his thick shaft ground into her slit.
"You like this," Rabastan panted. "I know it. You liked what Bella did to you. You like being fingered. You'll like being fucked. You said you'd let Bella fuck you, if she had a cock. Why not me? You're mine, aren't you?"
Maddy gripped his shoulders, but her tongue would not move to deny the truth of his words. She did like being touched. The memory of Bella's tongue between her thighs made her shiver with longing, and the thought of Rabastan's cock inside her thrilled her more than the thought of Rodolphus's frightened her. The broad, slippery head of his prick nudged her entrance, and Maddy felt herself opening to him.
"All you have to do is say 'yes'," he rasped. "Then we'll be betrothed, and we can do whatever we want. We can do it all the time."
Her heart was pounding. Her bosom heaved as she panted for breath. When she opened her eyes and looked over Rabastan's shoulder, Maddy caught his brother's hungry black eyes, as he worked his heavy red cock with his hand. She could not say yes to one brother without saying it to the other, and perhaps a small part of her wanted that, too. She closed her eyes tightly once more.
"I-I don't know, Rab," she gasped.
"Yes, you do. I can feel how much you want it."
He moved his hips, and the head of his prick slipped inside her, easing toward her center. Maddy swallowed a moan. It felt good. A quiver of pleasure was building within her. But this was not how betrothals were made.
"I have to think!" She pushed weakly at his shoulders.
He ignored her. "I could do it right now, you know," he panted. "You wouldn't be able to stop me."
Maddy tensed. If he did, it wouldn't be my fault; it would just be something that happened. A treacherous part of her wanted him to do it, to absolve her of the choice. He felt so thick and wonderful inside her already.
"Please, Rab," she whimpered.
"That's enough." Rodolphus gave his brother a slap on the thigh. "Remember the Finch girl. You mustn't force a witch."
Rabastan grunted in annoyance, and rolled off of Maddy. She breathed a sigh of relief, surprised to find herself grateful for Rodolphus's presence.
"She's only saying 'no' because she doesn't want us thinking she's a slut," grumbled Rabastan. "She wouldn't actually do accidental magic on me."
"Do you really want to risk that?" said Rodolphus. "I had a friend who tried it on once with an unwilling witch. She grew teeth down there and bit his prick off. He had to go to St Mungo's to have it reattached. It was a year before he could get hard again."
Rabastan winced, and gave Maddy a sidelong look. "All right, then. We'll try something else."
"What do you mean?" Maddy asked warily.
"Nothing, just -" he stuck his tongue out and waggled it at her, "- like I did to Bella. Like Bella did to you. You want that, don't you?"
Hesitantly, Maddy nodded. That was safe enough. He had never offered to do it before, but his willingness to do so now seemed like a sign of how much he loved her, and how important their betrothal was to him.
His hands curled around her thighs once more, pressing them apart. "Just lie back. I'll do the rest."
Almost instinctively, her body relaxed, breath escaping in a sigh.
Rough fingers touched her, spreading her open, and then Rabastan's wonderful tongue was lapping at her. He suckled and slurped at her petals, and every now and then, his tongue swiped across the sensitive nub, making Maddy shiver and gasp.
Pleasure swelled inside her, growing with every touch. When his fingers slid inside her, a whimpering moan escaped her lips, and her hips rose to welcome the intrusion.
Rabastan raised his head. "Tell me when you're close."
Maddy nodded, panting. His tongue was heat and slippery delight, pressing, flicking, licking. His fingers within her urged on, ever closer to the peak of pleasure. Trembling and sobbing, Maddy strove toward her release.
"Oh - oh Merlin, Rab - I'm nearly there -!" she cried out, no longer caring that Rodolphus was also there, watching her, hearing her.
Abruptly, Rabastan pulled away. Maddy caught her breath, disoriented. She wanted more sensation, not less. Then something hard and pointed touched her, wiggling against her pleasure nub. Maddy cried out as a shock of power rippled through her. She jerked away, sitting up.
Rabastan rested on his elbows, smirking up at her, his wand held casually in his hand.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" shrieked Maddy, tumbling off the bed and yanking at a sheet to cover herself.
"Nothing. Just that runic charm we worked on."
"Runic charm? What?"
Astoundingly, Rabastan laughed. "Relax, Yaxley. You're not hurt. You're just ... locked."
She stared at him. "What does that even mean?"
"I told you, you can use all kinds of things for runic charms. Blood works best for most, but for sex stuff, spunk and cunt juice work just as well. Now you're stuck, and you'll stay that way, that close to coming, until you let someone fuck you." He gestured toward his own still-swollen cock. "I'm happy to volunteer. We can take care of it right now."
"You performed magic on me!" she cried, aghast. "I'm not going to fuck you!"
"I'm not going to fuck yooooooooooou," came a mocking baby-voice from the bathroom doorway.
Maddy whirled. Bellatrix leaned casually against the door frame.
"You don't have much choice now, do you, sweet Maddy?" she sneered. "You have to fuck someone, and if it's anyone but Rab, we'll make certain your reputation is ruined. Then no one will marry you. It will just be you and your mother, serving 'gentlemen lodgers' in that brothel you call home, for the rest of your days."
The words were a slap in Maddy's face. "I - but - we - what have my mother and I ever done to you?"
"Your slut of a mother made her own bed, after your slut of a father got caught taking it up the arse from some nancy actor at his theatre." A disdainful smile curled her lips. "Degeneracy is in your blood. But never mind that. The Yaxley name still holds some value, even if your parents did their best to tarnish it. As it happens, my family are in need of a slut. You need only agree to the terms, and you can live an easy life on your back."
"That's not fair!" cried Maddy, tears clumping her eyelashes. "How can you call me a slut? What have I done that you haven't? I've never let a man put his prick in me, anymore than you have!"
Bellatrix cocked her head. "Assuming I believe you - and I'm not saying that I do - what I've done, I've done for the sake of my family and my Lord. I'm not some niffler-nosed whore, as hungry for a life of luxury as she is for cock. You've been letting Rab diddle you for weeks, and you've barely taken your eyes off Dolph's prick all night. You were even happy to whore yourself out to me."
"But I'm not - " Maddy sobbed. "I love - I loved -"
"I looooooove Wabastan," mocked Bellatrix. "Even now? You would have seen him for what he is sooner or later. But that's no matter. We can still come to an arrangement, if you're sensible about it."
Maddy looked helplessly about the room, from one contemptuous, smirking face to the next.
"No!" she cried. "I'll never -! Fuck you! Fuck all of you!"
She turned and fled, stumbling over the trailing bedsheet, past Bellatrix and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Sinking to the floor, Maddy huddled with her back against the wood of the door, fumbling for the lock with trembling fingers. She could hear them out there. Would they try to force their way in? It was their house. She could not keep them out. She did not even have her wand to hand.
"You told me she would -" she heard Rabastan's petulant voice say.
"She will," his brother replied gruffly. "What choice does she have?"
"She'll realise that, once she's had some time to think," Bellatrix assured them. "We're her only chance at a decent life, and a good pure-blood marriage. Give her time."
Their footsteps faded away, and Maddy was left alone and shaking.
