Author's Note: Oh dear what have I written.
Warning: Descriptive sex ahead!

Bellatrix felt her world spin as Voldemort quickly apparated with her by side along. The next thing she felt was landing on a carpeted surface. As she got up and adjusted herself, she realized that she was in an unfamiliar bedroom. A manly smell permeated in the room, and for a moment Bellatrix suspected that she was in her Master's room. As far as Bellatrix knew, there were anti-apparition charms around the Manor. Before she could come to terms with that fact, she felt a hand grab her by the wrist.

Voldemort dragged Bellatrix and slammed her forcefully on the nearest wall. He wasted no time crushing his mouth on hers, making Bellatrix moan. Voldemort kept her pinned down with one hand on the junction of her neck and shoulder. His other hand slid down from her waist to her thighs, lifting her up to position himself flush against her core. He had witnessed Bellatrix single-handedly burn down a house and burn their enemies. He was reminded how fierce she was as his warrior. To see her ruthless and dominant in the battlefield made him want to claim her. Make her submit; make her remember who she belonged to.

Bellatrix gasped at the feeling of her Master so ready. She couldn't resist but grind herself against the thickness pressing on her nether regions.

Voldemort seemed to be egged on and his actions grew more forceful. He pulled Bellatrix's hair back and bit her neck, lathering his tongue on the reddened marked produced. Bellatrix gasped; she could not believe her Master finally gave her the attention she had always craved. Her hands moved to feel her Master's back. How she wished they were both naked so she could feel his muscles thoroughly.

As if sensing her wish, Voldemort responded by moving to strip her clothes rather violently. Bellatrix heard her knickers tore a bit at the way he yanked it off of her. Bellatrix then reached to remove Voldemort's robes but he slammed her back on the wall instead, sucking and tasting from her mouth down to the exposed skin of her shoulders. He held her by her neck and waist, forcing her to be pressed against him.

It was fast and insistent. Needy.

Bellatrix heard a shuffling of robes, and before she knew it, something cold and hard pressed against her opening. She quivered at the feeling of him sliding ever so slowly against her, seemingly showing off its considerable girth. Voldemort moved his tongue on the spot beneath her ears, making Bellatrix whimper.

Voldemort relished in Bellatrix's utter submission. His grip on her neck tightened. "Mine," he growled on her ear.

In an instant, he shoved himself inside of her. Bellatrix was thankful how smoothly it went, otherwise she would have suffered the brunt of his force.

Voldemort could not help but pause inside of her, as he felt the soft suction of her walls clamping down on him. Slowly, he allowed himself to be sheathed fully inside of her.

Bellatrix dared glance at her Master. His eyes were closed and his jaw was tightened, as if he was forcefully trying to control himself.

Bellatrix was heaving too, but she could not contain herself unlike her Master. She started gyrating her hips to feel more of him.

Voldemort growled in response and gripped his lieutenant's hips to stop her. Bellatrix stopped immediately, and for a fraction of time she feared her Master would end it there.

How wrong she was.

Voldemort re-positioned himself, taking Bellatrix's ankles up to wrap around his waist. He pulled himself out, marveling at the liquids that dripped between them as he did so. He rubbed against her entrance before slamming back roughly inside. Voldemort continued his teasing for a while, and Bellatrix cried out at the feeling of being repeatedly emptied and filled.

Voldemort started groaning, and he tried to control himself again by pausing outside of her. He knew, however, that he was about to lose control soon. For it had been too long. Too long since he had this kind of ecstasy. He had almost forgotten the pleasure of slipping inside a woman.

Bellatrix, amidst her high, feared again if he was going to end it here. She glanced down curiously and saw the obscene image of his member, generously coated with her juices, twitching uncontrollably against her abdomen every time her Master breathes out.

She bit her lip in hunger. She wanted to taste him.

Bellatrix unclasped her ankles on Voldemort's shoulders, to his surprise. She bent down quickly, giving him no time to protest, and shoved him inside her mouth.

Voldemort's growl choked in his throat at the sight of Bella sucking him, not caring that she could taste her own fluids. He wanted to punish Bella for acting on her own, but the wonderful sensation of her mouth won him over.

Bellatrix used her hands and mouth to taste every bit of him. She gave extra attention to his tip, before taking him in fully down to the base. Voldemort could not help but groan, his hand shot to lean on the wall for support. Bella took his reaction as an encouragement and started sucking him more deeply.

Voldemort could feel himself getting more and more lost to ecstasy. He had to regain control. He started thrusting his hips in her mouth, not caring whether she gagged. He held her head and slowly pushed her deeper until her lips touched his base. He continued his pace until he felt a spike of pleasure about to explode. He immediately stopped himself and pulled out of her.

Bellatrix coughed at the rough handling of her Master. Voldemort did not give her a moment's rest however, as he pulled her up and thrusted his well-lubricated member inside of her again. He forcefully turned her around and started pounding her from behind.

His pace was frenzied and hungry; it was obvious that he was letting loose, not caring about controlling himself any longer. His nails dug on her waist and on her shoulders.

Bellatrix could only hold on to the wall for support as she came - she felt her walls contract in ecstasy, her juices coating the already well-oiled member inside of her. The sound of their wet insides rubbing each other heightened, and Voldemort felt his arousal building as he continued drilling her.

Bella felt pleasure and pain mix, as Voldemort filled her over and over. Voldemort's thrusts started to grow erratic, the tightness was about to burst out. He bent and pulled Bellatrix against her, feeling the heat of their bodies grinding against each other. He needed to taste her; to mark her. Voldemort squeezed her neck and bit her hard, making sure to leave a mark at the junction of her neck and feeling of Bellatrix spasming around her, combined with her lusty moans made Voldemort explode. He could not keep himself from growling, his deep breaths audible as he thrashed inside of her.

Bellatrix felt the creamy jets of his seed fill her already slick caverns, and she marveled at the sheer amount of it. It seemed to take forever before it stopped. Bellatrix felt fluids slowly flow out of them and trickled to the floor.

With one final sigh, Voldemort slowly removed himself from her.

It took all of Bellatrix's strength to keep standing. She expected Voldemort to help her or offer his bed for her, but the Dark Lord simply walked away.

Voldemort entered the private bathroom inside his chambers. He splashed some water on his face and stared at his reflection on the mirror.

Tonight, he lost control. It was a pleasurable experience – there was no doubt about that. Even the Dark Lord admitted this to himself. But he committed such a base and human act – something he thought he could never do again since his rebirth. It is a weakness that must be eliminated. He needed to regain control.

Voldemort walked out of the bathroom with plans of punishment for Bellatrix. But then he saw her fully dressed, struggling to get up from her position on the floor, trying to lift her shaking legs. His stomach somehow churned at the sight.

He slowly approached Bellatrix and gave her a hand. She took it hesitatingly, and Voldemort held her as she stood up. He wondered how she was feeling; was she full of arrogance after what transpired? He could easily scan her thoughts.

Bellatrix's eyes were downcast, her head bowed low – a symbol of submission. In her thoughts, she was remembering Voldemort's accusing words nights before: "… you seductress ."

Bellatrix felt apologetic. She believed she will be punished for inducing such base actions from her master.

Voldemort sighed at this. If he was honest to himself, what transpired was mostly his doing. He felt another sting in his gut. Pity , it must be . He immediately dismissed it for he knew that it was a dangerous feeling to have.

He gently raised Bellatrix's face and urged her to look at him.

Voldemort's quiet voice broke the silence, "You have pleased me greatly, Bella."

Strength seemed to return to Bellatrix upon hearing her master's words. Her eyes watered in relief, her head bowed in a gesture of gratefulness.

The pit in Voldemort's stomach seemingly felt bigger. Bellatrix must be the one causing it. Before the feeling grew, he knew he had to send her away.

"Return to your room, now." Despite himself, his voice came out gentler than he intended.

And despite himself, the tight feeling in his gut grew as Bellatrix left.

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