Because Licking Is Most Pleasurable
Written for the Forum-Inspired Fics event.
A/N: This is just a senseless drabble that came at me from out of nowhere and begged to be written.
The Death Eaters had gathered in the meeting room, taking their seats and listening to the smooth tones of their master's voice. They had work to do. Plans were being made for the attack on Hogwarts. And yet Bellatrix seemed incapable of focusing on the low drone that carried throughout the room.
She leaned forward in her seat, enraptured by the sound but not really hearing what he was saying. It was like a whisper on water, filling her mind with all sorts of lustful thoughts.
She squirmed in her seat when he motioned towards one of his followers. Yaxley nodded and the conversation continued, until suddenly the Dark Lord's voice dissolved into a fit of snickers and giggles.
Bellatrix blinked, looking around as she became aware of the others in the room, and saw that heads were turning, their expressions ranging from curious to concerned as Voldemort laughed and fell across the table.
"Nagini!" he exclaimed, honking and slapping the table. "Stop that at once! You know how ticklish I am."
An angry flush blossomed on Bellatrix's cheeks. How dare that wretched snake tickle her master when all she could think of was the many ways in which she might pleasure him?
She grasped the table cloth and flipped it over the rim of the table, ignoring Lucius' rude utterance as he was struck in the face with a flourish of black, lacy fabric.
There was Nagini, flicking her forked tongue at Lord Voldemort's feet. She was so engrossed in her actions that she didn't even look up when Bellatrix lifted the table cloth.
"She's licking his feet!" Bellatrix shrieked, fury lacing her tone. "Why the bloody hell is she licking his feet?"
Amycus, who was sitting at the far end of the table, unrolled his caterpillar tongue, grinning as the muscular organ hit the table with a splat. "Because licking is most pleasurable," he said, and Maisie nodded in agreement.