Chapter 43: Games The Wicked Play

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Abandoned House, Cokeworth, England, Muggle World...

Bellatrix LeStrange had a smirk on her pale face as she stood inside the former sitting room of an abandoned house in Cokeworth, England. She had not been alone as her heated dark eyes took in the sight of The Headmaster of Hogwarts draped in ebony robes with a coldness radiating off him that she had not seen in years. With a sway of her curvaceous hips she made her way over toward the stone faced wizard. The scent of herbs and fresh earth seemed to pour off him in tantalizing doses. The heavy scent of firewhiskey filled her nostrils as she got closer. Snape made no sudden movements nor had he said a word as she began to slowly unbutton his coat biting her lower lips as she did in anticipation.

Before he knew it he stood before her shirtless and down to his ebony trousers. Bellatrix kissed his exposed pale chest running her moist wicked tongue along his flesh. Snape said nothing as she continued to undress him. The deranged witch slid her cold fingers against his chest. In an instant she had been naked before him, her clothes spelled off in a bid to feel her body against his.

"How could you ever want for another?" asked Bellatrix in a soft tone.

Snape still said nothing as she took his pale hands and pressed them against her bare backside. She made sure to focus on his apparent arousal noting the hiss that came from him as she did.

"You and I both know that you will always seek my touch." she continued. "I own you half-blood...you and your cock belong to me...no Mudblood, or Albus Dumbledore will ever change that."

Snape found himself pressing against her.

She had been right of course.

He could never seem to stay away from her.

It was as if he were the moth to her flame. Every notion in him warned against getting involved with the deranged witch but he couldn't stop himself. Every time she slid his cock into her warmth she owned him. He craved her like one does any other thing that was bad for them. An addiction to all the darkness she possessed in her soul, if one could even claim she had one was what seemed to cause them to find each other even in the worst of circumstances.

Bellatrix unbuttoned his trousers and freed his erect cock from it's confines.

"There." she said in a pleasant tone. "Is that better?"

Snape's hips bucked into her grasp in an involuntary manner.

He wanted to think that he had been above his driving need to pound into this Pureblood elite witch until his cock no longer functioned but he was wasn't. He wanted to and intended to do just that to the overbearing she-devil.

A low hiss escaped him when he felt her wet tongue run across the exposed rigid flesh as she gripped him. The coldness had been all he felt in the midst of jolting pleasure. His body had nothing to do with his heavily burdened heart and weak as his flesh had been he was not about to walk away from what he needed most during times of intense stress.

Feeling a furious rage swell within him Snape glared down at Bellatrix as she continued to tease and manipulate his aroused cock. He gripped the back of her head hard and pushed her down onto the dust covered barren wood floor below them. There was a dark glint behind his obsidian eyes as he quickly covered her exposed form with his own.

She had been arching up against him desperate for relief of the no doubt sinister ache between her thighs. Before the witch could reach for him, Snape suddenly had a hand around her throat. Surprised by the unusually callous gesture Bellatrix eyes widened. Snape snarled at the witch who body lay beneath his own.

"Did you really think that I wouldn't know what you've done?" he asked bitterly.

Bellatrix suddenly came to the realization that he knew about Dumbledore's plans for her to seduce him.

Snape had been uninterested in a discussion on the matter.

"Let me make this very clear, you solicitous Pureblood bitch..." he said in a dangerous tone. "I fuck you because, I enjoy your Pureblood cunt quivering around my cock...do not be so stupid as to mistake this as any driven affection for you...you are and always will be a bitch I would rather see dead then have anything to do with under normal circumstances..."

As he spoke he kept his grip on her throat as he positioned himself between her parted thighs.

Bellatrix let out a moan as Snape thrust into her. He dropped his hand from her throat and continued to "punish" her with deliberately hard thrusts no doubt making good on his impulse to pound her into the floor boards.

"I...hate you half-blood..." she attempted but it was to no avail.

His jerky movements made it difficult for her to speak.

Snape let out a hiss as he continued to have his way with the deranged mother of his deceased child.

She clasped him between her legs digging her fingernails into the pale flesh of his back. His sweat slick raven hair dangled about his face and shoulders brushing against her in the wake of his movements.

"You...dare...try...and...control...me...fuck...you...bitch." said Snape as he continued to thrust into her with malicious purpose. "No..one...controls...Severus Snape...not a wanton whore like you...not that manipulative fool Dumbledore...not some specter from beyond the grave...and not some Gryffindor Swot who...barely...knows...her...way...around...a...cock!"

As the hours passed with Snape evidently quite furious about what was planned for him, their act came to an end with the sudden and violent rush of his release. She had been sent over the edge as well panting and clawing at him as he let the last few waves of ecstasy run through him before he pulled out of the sweaty witch below him.

He spelled on his clothes and glared down at Bellatrix.

"I hope you enjoyed the ride, solicitous slut." he said bitterly. "Because that is the last one you will ever get from me."

Bellatrix said nothing as Snape's ebony clad retreating form ventured out of sight. He did not see the tears that streamed down her pale cheeks as she layed there on the floor soaked from sweat and the after effects of their coupling. Her face twisted in rage and her dark eyes burned with a desire unspeakable.

Snape was suppose to be hers.

She had him since he had been 17, he was the father of her deceased child and now he wanted nothing more to do with her. There was only one person to blame for the loss of her frequent lover.

And that person was a swotty little Mudblood by the name of Hermione Granger.

It was in that moment that Bellatrix vowed she would have her revenge. Snape was not going to slip through her fingers. She had been with him too long to have to just give him to the Mudblood of all people. She would have the insolent half-blood right back between her thighs right where he belonged.

Proving just how deranged she had been Bellatrix layed on the floor and cackled to herself.