Happily NEVER After

A/N: I'm not sure how, since I have never written anything of the sort, but this kind of turned into a citrus of some kind… not certain if it's considered a Lemon or a Lime, but I wrote something I typically only read and as such… well, proceed with caution!

Bellamort – Used

Bellatrix Lestrange was a strong, independent, married woman who didn't care if her husband knew her lack of love for him or not. In the world of purebloods, love was of no matter. She was certain that Rodolphus felt very much the same. The man never hid his affairs, after all.

Sure, she was trapped in a loveless marriage, but that didn't mean she ran off with the newest whore of the week. Oh no, Bella had her eyes on a certain, specific someone. Everyone knew it. Just about everyone could tell.

Bellatrix Lestrange had her eyes on the one and only Dark Lord.

And the thing to know about Bellatrix Lestrange was that she always got what she wanted.

To be noticed by her Lord was the greatest honor, in her eyes. What she wouldn't give to be his entirely, to have no affiliation to her arranged husband.

Rodolphus was fine with adultery, on his own part. Just as long as it was him who was benefitting from it, he could not care less. So when he saw his wife's adoration of the Dark Lord, he knew that he had to capitalize on it.

Long ago, the married couple had started sleeping in separate beds, hell even separate rooms on separate sides of their very large estate! Therefore it was not at all hard for the husband to sneak out of the house without his wife's knowledge.

Being a member of the inner circle had its perks, including knowing where to find their Lord at any given time. That was where Rodolphus was headed. He met with the Dark Lord in the dead of night, made certain arrangements, and while no money exchanged hands, there was certainly an agreement of some sort struck between the two.

A few days passed with nothing new happening. Rodolphus began to bring his whores home with him, much to Bella's dismay. While she never cared what he did with his sex life, she did not want it in her household. The fourth day of this was the last straw.

Bella set out to get what she wanted.

A week passed from the day the bargain was struck. Four days of the week, Bella grew agitated. Two days following, she was aggressive toward achieving her goal. While normally she was adoring toward her Lord, she became overtly affectionate. She did what she pleased, trying to get him to notice her.

At first, she was subtly more aggressive. Multiple times she bent over directly in front of him, both front and back. Of course, she used the pretext of having dropped something or her high laced boots coming untied. She also dressed far differently from usual (note, knee high boots, dress with a slit coming up to her hip, and nothing underneath). In all actuality, she looked like one of the whores Rodolphus brought home. Incredibly sexy, astonishingly beautiful, and a look of passion permanently in her eyes.

Of course, this was something her husband noticed. It filled him with lust for his wife, but he was required to adhere to his bargain with the Dark Lord. After all, even a horny Rodolphus was not an idiotic Rodolphus.

Both Lestranges watched their Lord for his every reaction to Bella's every move. Neither were disappointed. Over the course of two days of bumping, bending, squeezing, and leaning in far too close, no one could avoid feeling lust toward the woman. From the ever hungry look in the Dark Lord's eyes, he was no exception.

On the seventh day after the agreement, the Dark Lord was in a particularly foul mood. Bella was in the room when his tantrum started. For that was the only way to describe it: a tantrum. A select group of inner circle members had been invited for a briefing from Severus Snape on vital news he had found on Dumbledore's camp in their Lord's private quarters.

Lord Voldemort screamed and yelled, angrily hexing things all about the room. A prophecy had been made concerning him, stating there would be someone strong enough to destroy him if he should allow them to grow up. Most members of the inner circle shrunk back, meaning to get away from their Lord's wrath. Snape, the bearer of the news, was lucky to be alive in that moment.

But Bellatrix had her goal. She did not shrink away. The witch boldly walked up to her Lord and placed her hand on his shoulder. Voldemort whipped around, his eyes filled with fury. However, that day Bellatrix had been entirely sick of her husband. She had worn her lowest cut top, shortest skirt, and those knee-high boots with fishnets. One look at the woman in front of him and the Dark Lord's eyes switched from fury to lust (for the two emotions are closely intertwined).

Wrapping his arms around her back, the man (for he was merely a man) pressed his lips against hers aggressively and pulled her flush against him. Her lack of undergarments immediately made itself known. Bellatrix was far from shocked, for she was a woman used to getting what she wanted. She made herself as open and aggressive as her Lord. He seemed to like that.

Other members of the inner circle, still lining the room, took their cue to leave. Lucius Malfoy, also in attendance, made his way to Lestrange Manor. The rest simply got away from that which made them feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Bellatrix was oblivious to the happenings in the room around her. How could she not be? She was getting what she wanted and it was better than she had ever imagined. He was aggressive and inattentive to any of her needs. All he cared about was pleasing himself.

At one point, Bella noticed that her legs had wound around, and were being supported by, her Lord. She also noticed him moving ever so slowly toward a door in the room. The door she knew led to his own private bedroom. Bellatrix couldn't help but smile victoriously, which broke their kiss momentarily.

Her Lord growled at the loss of contact and pushed her against the wall beside the door leading where she so desperately wanted to be. Momentarily, the witch felt vulnerable to the man in front of her, but she kept her cool. As he leaned in for another searing kiss, she ducked his lips and slipped into his bedroom. Bella only hoped he would take the hint.

The Dark Lord burst into the bedroom behind Bellatrix, very closely behind her. She hadn't made it halfway to his king-sized bed when he had entered, in fact. Picking her up from behind, Voldemort threw her onto his bed and removed his clothing. Bella purred at the sight. She began to pull at her own clothes, only to have her hands stopped by his.

He looked into her eyes with a look that screamed lust and domination. "Now, now, Bella," he said at a whisper. "Be a good girl, or I'll have to punish you."

Lust filled Bella's own eyes as she lurched up to crash her lips onto his again. Her Lord met her halfway, fisting one hand in her hair while the other pulled away her clothing. He made surprisingly quick work of her clothing, leaving her clad only in her boots.

The two were a panting, hot mess, but Bella didn't care. She didn't think. She was getting what she wanted. He was dominating her.

Their kiss turned to harsh gasps, heavy breathing, and yells of delight as he entered her the first time. He climaxed without a care in the world to her own, which, in turn, caused her to find her own release.

The second time, she found the strength to flip over him and rode out her climax on top of his. The third time, he pressed into and out of her, finding a third release. Bellatrix could have kept going all night, but her Lord was exhausted and she knew that if she let him rest, she would surely find more. He fell asleep still on top of her, still inside of her, after his third climax. She contently shifted her weight around, trying to keep up her drive for when he awoke.

However, once her adrenaline died down, Bellatrix also fell asleep. When she awoke, she was alone. She smiled at her victory and looked around the room for her Lord. He was in the shower, from what she heard through a door. With a grin, she crept toward the bathroom to surprise him.

Slipping into the shower with him was the easy part. The hard part was when he pushed her back out and turned off the showerhead. "Shouldn't you be gone by now?" he asked, surprisingly cold for her lover of the night before.

"I figured you would be up for round four, my Lord," she replied with a wink.

"Go home to your husband, Bella," Voldemort replied, drying off with a towel. "Tell him we shall have to make this arrangement again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I do believe Goyle leant his wife to me on a favor for today."

The Dark Lord left the bathroom. Bellatrix stood in shock, slightly dripping on the floor. She loved the Dark Lord. She would have no other but for him. And yet, here he thought she was on loan from her husband, under orders from her husband.

Bellatrix Lestrange was then forced to take the walk of shame through the Dark Lord's house to the apparition point. Glancing at the clock, Bella noticed it was almost noon. Many of the inner circle members were milling about and noticed her walk. She herself noticed their whispers. She would have hexed them if she hadn't felt so numb.

Luckily for Bella, she apparated home without splinching herself and made her way to her own suite. There she stripped her clothes herself and unlaced the boots, which throughout the night her Lord had so painstakingly ensured remained on her legs. She stood under her showerhead, staring blankly at the wall in front of her.

Only one word fit to explain how she felt in that moment, with a pleasant sore between her legs and a burning ache in her heart.

Used.

A/N:

Dedicated to Alyssialui, whose OTP is Bellamort and while I probably did them justice, she's probably dying since I did not give them their happy ending. In memorial of the girl who possibly drowned in ice cream.