“Hearts racing, palms sweating, the tantalizing feeling of sitting on the edge of one’s patience waiting for the sweet promise of release. Heightened senses and slow burning desire compared with frantic emotions and a fight or flight knee jerk reaction. Lust is so provocative and exciting. Yet the power of having someone truly fear you is quite intoxicating in itself. The question I find interesting is not which is preferable but which is the most potent. Do people respect their own fears or their desires the most? Which compulsion is easier to resist? What do you say? What draws you in most? I find myself rather curious all of a sudden. You see I crave so much more than sedation. I want the fucking world and I don’t care if that means watching it burn at my feet. I’ll wear a crown of ash and bone before I accept our world as it is. I’ve spent hours sitting at the same desk resenting my existence and watching a clock tic my life away seconds at a time.”
Bella studied him. Her mind and body began a two sided war, on one side was her body. Lust being pulled from her as sweet as harp strings, plucked and played, swaying into his rhythm. Her body wanted nothing more than to cymbal crash into him, pounding bodies thrusting a booming bass drum, vocal moans the harmony of them. Sex is after all a physical action making music like an orchestra of two. The Lust he spoke of was entrancing, the need to scream, to sing from his actions a need pulsing within her. Her body was traitorous, it wanted to mold itself to the shape of M’s arms. To know nothing but his skin on it’s own. Bella was sure their combined skills would provide a symphony that most of London would be able to hear.
Her mind however was a little more cynical. This was a man who truly believed what he was saying, and he was right, Bella had been through enough man meetings for the ‘I want the world’ act to seem moot. It never lasted. The world was going to burn, but it was never men like Marcus who burned it. There was always some line they wouldn’t cross. Most it stopped at the murder of children, ironically of all the things Bella was capable of, even children were beyond her morals. Only Her Lord would be capable of such violence, such horror. The crown of Ash and Bone would more likely contain Marcus’s ash rather than the other way around. To watch the world become nothing, to be the one to light the match, you must have no regret. Nothing can be too far. Bella had known Marcus in their teenage years, when her Lord was killing puppies, Marcus was studying how to nurture Mandrakes. As large as his drive and ambition, he couldn’t actually go through with it. None of them ever could. Bella’s chamber was always the test of ambition, nothing shakes your faith more than killing a muggle in the most lengthy and stylistic way possible with and without magic.
“I’ll believe it when I see it, you know me. Proof is in the pudding, puddin’. Ambition is valuable to the cause, and to me…” She licked her lips, eye contact never breaking. “Fear is easiest to succumb too, most do in the end. Fear is the crumble of men. Desire is the wicked mistress of actions. You’d be surprised how much more my tit’s can find out than my knifes. Wait, I’m sure that wouldn’t surprise you, you’ve met both, and I know which of the two you prefer.” Bella adjusted her top, giving a little shimmy, causing her breasts to jiggle for effect.
“Delicious are they not? An aphrodisiac? It must be taking effect on me already then my nerves are aflame, just like they used to be when we…”
Bellatrix giggled, their life in Hogwarts was certainly adventurous. “I remember several instances where aphrodisiac weren’t necessary. When you were under me, over me, on me…..” She bite her lip. “Yess, several moments.”
“I’m glad you like them. Some people find them to be an acquired taste. I for one am more than happy to take advantage of everything Mother Nature has to offer us. To feel like fucking with the oceans zest on my tongue. What else is life for if not to enjoy the pleasures it has to offer?”
Marcus was a pleasure she wanted to be offered at the moment, ripping his clothes off right then and there was spinning through her mind. “Life? Life is for duty, love and sex. Death is for peace, don’t you think?”
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