Suffering For Desire

Chapter Six, Murder and Sex in Cold Blood.

There was three bodies. One slumped on the floor, blood still trickling from the large gash in its head. Another one was sitting awkwardly next to the corpse, frozen with shock, eyes wide open. The other was knelt on the floor, holding a bloody fire-poker, panting with rage, a disturbed look etched on her face.

Bellatrix looked at Dora, her lips opened, she was speechless.

"Th… Thank you." she managed to mutter out, Dora had just saved her life. She fell on her hands and knees and crawled over to Dora, who dropped the poker on the floor and fell onto Bellatrix in a tight hug.

"I… I've never killed anyone before" she whispered aghast into Bellatrix's ear.

"Shh" Bellatrix said as she stroked Dora's hair and held her in a comforting embrace, she had never comforted anyone like this ever since she was very young and her sisters had been upset. Dora felt unfamiliar with this, Bellatrix Lestrange was comforting her. It felt good, she enjoyed it, strange as it seemed.

Tears dripped onto Bellatrix's welcoming shoulder, she held her head closer to her, it was the one time Dora could feel a warmth from the malevolent woman. Tears streamed down her face onto Bellatrix's bare shoulder, she didn't mind. Dora took her head away from Bellatrix's shoulder and gazed deeply into her dark eyes, there was tears there too. Before she knew it Bellatrix's mouth met hers in a deep, passionate kiss, wet from the tears. She broke the kiss and looked into Dora's green eyes, then smiled and giggled, which made Dora do the same. Suddenly a groan could be heard. The two women jumped with fright. It was Rodolphus, he wasn't quite dead yet.

He was moving, groaning in pain and his legs were twitching awkwardly. Bellatrix started panting, wide-eyed. She grabbed the fire-poker from beside Dora and slammed the pointed edge on the side of it hard into Rodolphus' head. He groaned louder in pain. She forcefully ripped the poker from his head, the pointed edge was lodged in his skull and removing it with such force made a sickening cracking sound as blood and bits of bone and brain spilled out onto the carpet. She screamed in anger and brought the deadly weapon down on his head again and again until blood was spattered across her face and half-naked body.

Dora watched in horror, her body was stiff and frozen with shock and her face contorted in disgust. After about ten heavy blows to her late husband's head, Bellatrix stopped, her chest risen and fell rapidly, her ultra dark eyes shining and wide in fury.

Her head snapped around to look at Dora, who had recovered a little from the shock and could move again. She had to admit looking at the blood-spattered Bellatrix, that she was damn well sexy when mad and covered, half-naked, in blood. Bellatrix smiled insanely, her eyes still as wide, then let out a loud harsh cackle. Dora smiled and giggled then laughed loudly with Bellatrix, who dropped the poker and knelt down to her, putting her arm around her and kissing her again, their hot tongues meeting each other. Dora lay in a puddle on the blood-soaked carpet whilst Bellatrix was on top of her, kissing and biting her neck softly. Dora let out a soft moan as she did so and let her hands roam Bellatrix's smooth porcelain back and dragged her nails down her back, making Bellatrix tilt her head back and bite her lip in pleasure.

She kneeled upright and reached back to undo her bra clip and slid it off to give Dora a view of her full, round breasts and could hardly suppress a moan as Dora fondled her nipples softly. She lay over her again and untied her dressing gown, she was completely naked under there. Bellatrix licked her lips as she gazed lustfully at Dora's slim naked body and leaned down to kiss and nibble her voluptuous breasts, slowly teasing her nipples with her tongue making Dora give out a deep, lustful groan.

Bellatrix's hand was sliding slowly up Dora's thigh until it found her moist centre. She bit her lip as Bellatrix rubbed her hand up her slit and rubbed her sensitive nub making her gasp in a surprise wave of electric pleasure. They kissed eagerly, hot tongues wrestling with each other as Bellatrix slid a finger inside her and moved it around her velvet walls hitting that spot that felt so good. She moaned loudly. Bellatrix's mouth travelled to her neck, kissing it roughly then biting it hard which made her gasp with pain then immediate pleasure as she shoved two more fingers inside her, wriggling them around, in and out of her forcing a gasped breathy moan. She sucked her neck roughly leaving a raw, red mark on her jugular then looked at it, admiring the mark she had made on her girl. Her pet.

They stared into each others eyes, Bellatrix's intense dark ones and Dora's enchanting green ones. Creating a magical sensation deep inside each other's hearts. Strange and wonderful. Beautiful and secretly forbidden. The world was against them at that moment. They were their own world. They were the queens of pleasure and desire.

She cried in joy as Bellatrix thrust her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. They shared another passionate kiss until Bellatrix broke it, to reach down and give her burning clit a swift lick that made her cry in pleasure even more, her entire being shuddered in ecstasy beyond anything any man could do. Bellatrix was astonished this girl hadn't contracted in orgasm yet.

Dora was so deliciously close to climax as Bellatrix rapidly pumped her three fingers in and out of her sopping entrance, the wetness mixing with the blood soaking through the robe from the carpet. Bellatrix bent down and swirled her tongue over Dora's clit as she came, a scream drawling out whilst Bellatrix continued to roughly pleasure her, dragging her orgasm out, causing her to scream louder. Bellatrix smirked evilly at the sight and sound of the woman before her writhing in ecstasy. It made her body tingle and sent her senses spiralling. Now this was the fulfilment that she lived for.

Once Bellatrix's arm was too tired, she lay on Dora who was almost paralyzed by the pleasure. She managed to put her arms around Bellatrix and held her blood stained body close to her, the rusty smell swirled around her senses. Bellatrix kissed her softly and stroked her brunette hair.

"You're beautiful" she said as he looked deeply into her green eyes, then she kissed her softly again and stood up. Both of them had completely forgotten about the corpse lying two feet way from them. Once Bellatrix got up the smell hit her.

"Oh for Hecate sake that's fucking disgusting!" she exclaimed as she got a sight of her mutilated husband lying on the floor, his gluey brains smushed into the carpet. She walked out the door and strode gracefully down the hall into the kitchen where she grabbed her wand and a cigarette.

"Incendio" she lit the cigarette and took a long drag, sat down on one of the chairs and exhaled with needed relief. The frail house elf approached her with caution, ignoring the fact her breasts were exposed and she was covered in blood.

"an owl delivered a letter for you a little while ago madam" it croaked. She snatched it from its hands and ripped the wax seal off.

My Bella,

I am alive and well. I have been dealing with our European matters for much too long. I also have the feeling that your husband may not be with us anymore. I shall write again soon.

- Sincerely, Your Master.

Her heart leapt, her beloved Dark Lord was 'alive' and well. She also felt a pang of fear, it was she that had killed Rodolphus, one of his loyal followers. And she didn't know where that… thing that he desired for was. Rodolphus hadn't managed to find it without trying to kill her. She also hadn't disposed of her niece, but how could she do that? She was starting to feel something deep for her. She knew that the Dark Lord would punish her horribly if he knew about all this. He was practically psychic and she wasn't his faithful little Bella anymore.

"Something has to change" she thought.