Maybe I’m in the wrong spaces, but I feel like we don’t talk about Draco being Bellatrix’s nephew enough???
I can just imagine him inviting his girlfriend over one day, not knowing that his aunt has stopped by to pay his mum a visit, and she’s like, “Oh, Draco? I didn’t know you’d be returning so soon.”
And he freezes, going absolutely pale when she catches sight of you. Her smile is all twisted and deranged.
“Who’ve we got here? A girlfriend!?” Bellatrix teases, eagerly glancing between her nephew and sister. “How come I wasn’t made aware of this?”
And you can think of a few reasons just by looking at her.
She stares you down, even jumps up to see if you’ll flinch. When you don’t, she’ll play in your hair and circle around you, cackling manically while doing so. She’ll stop abruptly and come so uncomfortably close, only to sniff you out.
“Good job, Draco. You didn’t bring home a filthy mudblood this time. If you had, I would have gladly put an end to her miserable life before she even had the chance to sit down for tea.”
Then she just spins off, a swirl of shadowy darkness everywhere—clothes and curls and mind, before returning to her sister near the hearth, smiling a wicked smile as if nothing happened at all.
Summary: You’re a 7th year Slytherin half-blood that’s helping Harry and the gang retrieve the prophecy during Order of the Phoenix. Instead of taking hold of Neville, Bellatrix grabs you and leaves a brand on your stomach that she fully intends to fulfil.
Once she has - she needs help to fully break you.
HEAD THE TAGS!!!
A/N: These two women make me viscerally insane.
Not beta read, deal with the dyslexia.
It's a long one y'all
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“Better now that they’re about to be avenged,” Neville snarled, raising his wand at the dark witch.
Harry crossed his arm over him and stopped the taller boy from doing something stupid.
“Shove off Malfoy, Lestrange,” you growled, stepping in front of the group.
“Ah, the traitorous Slytherin half-breed,” Lucius said, his hand still outstretched for the prophecy.
You felt Harry place his hand on your shoulder, a silent reminder that you weren’t alone.
“What would dear old mummy say to you parading around with Potter and his friends?” The blond man asked.
“I heard she’s all bark and no bite,” Bellatrix laughed, biting her teeth together at you.
You fought the urge to flinch and step back at the action. As intimidating as she was, it was hard to deny that Bellatrix Lestrange was a beautiful witch, even after over a decade in Azkaban she was still as striking as you had always been told. You forced your eyes to remain on the dark witch's face and not to travel down her body.
“Now, let’s everybody just calm down, shall we?” Lucius said, “All we want is that prophecy.”
He held out his hand and raised his eyebrow in expectation.
“Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?” Harry asked, his eyes glancing down to the ball in his hand.
“You dare speak his name?!” Bellatrix shouted, “You filthy half-blood!”
You narrowed your eyes at the ravenette, her words making everyone grimace a little, you most of all.
“It’s alright, he’s just a curious lad, aren’t you?” Lucius said, taking a step forward, “Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really.”
More streaks of black appeared and you began to realise that you were likely surrounded on all sides.
“Haven’t you always wondered what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord? Hm?” Lucius said, taking another step forward, “Why he was unable to kill you when you were just an infant? Don’t you want to know the secret of your scar?” He was closer now, “All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do is give it to me, and I can show you everything.”
The death eaters began to approach slowly from all sides. You flicked your eyes to sides and watched as each of your friends turned to see them, everyone backing up a little into a tighter clump.
“I’ve waited fourteen years,” Harry said.
“I know.”
“I guess I can wait a little longer,” Harry muttered, “Now!”
Spells began flying everywhere, you blocked what you could and fired back your own. You ran down the walkway between shelves and fired more spells behind you. You’re heartbeat thudded in your ears and you felt another spell wiz past your head, barely missing your face. You ran for your life, the sound of your shoes echoing as you finally met the rest of the group, almost colliding with them as you came to a stop.
“Reducto!” Ginny yelled, pointing her wand at the encroaching death eaters.
You watched as the shelves of prophecies began to collapse and you began to run.
“Get back to the door!” Harry yelled.
You saw the door at the same time Harry did and the both of you pushed it open. You screamed out as you began to fall, wind whipping past you as you neared the ground. You braced yourself for the impact, a feeling of fear washing over you at the realisation that this could be your death. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt your body stop, as if gravity no longer worked and you slowly opened your eyes. The ground was only inches away from you and you grunted as you finally hit it, whatever spell that was suspending you finally stopped.
You all began to stand, looking around the space and taking in your surroundings. There was an archway of sorts in the middle, it seemed empty and almost pointless, but, like everything in the Ministry, you knew it probably wasn’t.
“Department of Mysteries,” Ron said, “They had that bit right, didn’t they?”
Silence filled the room as Harry took a step closer.
“The voices,” he said, “can you tell what they’re saying?”
“There aren’t any voices, Harry,” Hermione said, “let’s get out of here.”
Luna took a step forward, her voice light and airy as she spoke.
“I hear them too.”
The two of them walked closer to the archway, almost transfixed by it.
“Harry, it’s just an empty archway,” Hermione said, "please, Harry.”
“Get behind me!” Harry yelled.
Before you could react, streaks of black began to descend upon you and the rest of the group. You tried to curl in on yourself but you felt a hand wrap into your hair and pull, the action pulling you up into the stream of inky blackness.
Your feet felt solid ground and you were about to move when you felt a cold body press against yours, the tip of a curved wand digging into your neck. You heard her shrill giggle and you didn’t need to turn to know who was holding you.
Bellatrix’s hand fisted your hair and pulled, exposing your neck to her wand and she jabbed the wood deeper into the soft skin of your throat. You glanced your eyes over to where Harry stood, Lucius now holding his palm outstretched.
“Don’t do it Harry!” You yelled and felt Bellatrix’s wand press harder.
“Shut up,” the dark witch hissed in your ear, pulling your hair tighter.
“Bite me, Lestrange,” you shot back and immediately regretted it as you felt her teeth dig into your shoulder.
You cried out in pain and struggled against her hold, desperate to get her filthy mouth off you. Harry flashed his eyes over to you for a second and you could hear Lucius’ voice but you couldn’t make out what he said. Bellatrix finally removed her teeth from your shoulder and you whimpered quietly at the pain her bite had caused. You could feel blood trickling down your collarbone and you forced yourself to stay as still as possible.
Your eyes were wide as you watched Harry hand over the prophecy, his arm shaking slightly at the weight of his decision. You saw a flash of white and smiled, knowing that the Order had arrived.
Being an older student had its advantages, you were privy to more information then the others and seeing Sirius through that flash of white had hope budding within you.
“Step away from my godson,” Sirius said, watching as Malfoy turned around.
You heard the sound of the punch he landed against the blond man and you smiled wider. More flashes of white filled the room, hurtling straight towards the death eaters holding your friends. One came towards you and instead of letting you go and disappearing into her own black smoke, Bellatrix kept her hold on you and took you with her.
It felt strange to be travelling in the smoke, you had seen it various times but being inside it was a whole different experience. The world around you was warped slightly as Bellatrix pulled you with her. You felt solid ground again and groaned as your back collided with the rock. Bellatrix turned around with a spin and before you could even reach for your wand, you heard it. The unforgivable spell leaving her lips as a blast of green shot straight at Sirius.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment as everyone watched the only family Harry had left float away into the stone archway. Remus wrapped his arms around Harry as the boy screamed, you felt the sound rattling in your bones and you didn’t even think before you jumped up to tackle the curly haired witch. Bellatrix was faster than you, she could see you moving out of the corner of her eye and she pointed her wand at you and shot a wordless spell that had you flying backwards. You felt a burning sensation on your right hip and you writhed in pain as Tonks rushed over to you.
She pulled up the fabric of your shirt only slightly to see the damage Bellatrix had done and recoiled in horror. Hermione was next to you in an instant, her eyes landing on your exposed skin and she gasped, reaching for her wand.
“Episkey,” she said, pointing at the skin.
She furrowed her brow and tried again, huffing out a frustrated sigh when it still didn’t work.
“W-what did she do?” You asked, wincing in pain as you tried to sit up.
You felt Luna’s hand on your shoulders, a silent command to remain laying down. Tonks and Remus shared a look before the purple haired witch pulled out her wand and pointed it at your stomach. A mirror-like surface began to glisten and you could now read the words that were being etched onto your skin.
‘Property of Bellatrix Black Lestrange’
You felt silent tears fall from your eyes and you pulled your shirt down before rolling over and curling up as best as you could.
“Dumbledore will know how to fix it, or Snape,” Remus said softly.
You looked up at him with glassy eyes and nodded your head. You could sit up now, the fire of words being carved in your skin no longer making you writhe in pain. You looked around the group that had huddled around you, everyone was accounted for except Sirius and…
“Where’s Harry?” You asked, your eyes wide as you looked at Remus.
Voldemort was back and had been seen at the ministry and you were sitting in a hospital bed at Hogwarts. Everybody had looked at the markings on your skin and no matter how hard they tried, no one could erase the words. They burned hot at least once a day, a painful reminder that Bellatrix had marked you as hers and would eventually come and collect her property.
You were thankful when holidays came around but you refused to go home, you couldn’t be around your mother with this mark on your body. The Weasley’s had been kind enough to offer you a room in their home and you were more than happy to accept. You hated that they all looked at you with pity everytime you came out of your room, their eyes always glancing down to your stomach for a moment before going back up to meet your eyes. You accepted that this would be your new normal, everyone knew that Bellatrix had carved your stomach, the rumours flying around about what it said.
You got very few letters during the break, only ones from the rest of the Order and one peculiar one from Draco that you were hesitant to open. You gave in eventually, mostly due to Ginny constantly asking what it said and she sat with you as you unfolded the paper.
Y/n,
I’m sorry.
Draco
You ripped it up as soon as you were finished reading the words. You never wanted to see him again and you were thankful that you wouldn’t have to. His deranged aunt had carved her name into your skin and he sent an apology, what an arsehole.
“Before you leave,” Severus said, his eyes trained on Bellatrix, “does Linetta know what you did to her daughter?”
Bellatrix smiled and pulled her younger sister by the arm as they walked back out into the rain. Narcissa looked at her sister with a horrified look on her face as she wrestled out of Bellatrix’s hold.
“What did you do to y/n?” Narcissa asked, eyes wide.
“You mean the traitorous half-breed?” Bellatrix cackled, “don’t you worry your pretty little head about it Cissy.”
“I’d appreciate you not carving your name into my students,” Severus snarled at the dark witch.
Bellatrix just giggled as she ran her eyes over the potions teacher.
“Well from what I heard, she’s not your student anymore,” she said, stepping towards the professor, “looking for your half-blood princess, are we Severus?”
Snape’s face twisted into a scowl for a moment before he slammed the door in the Black sisters’ faces.
Christmas was a happy time in the Weasley household, you hated that it had been overshadowed by Harry’s news about Snape's unbreakable vow.
“Y/n got a letter from Draco over the holidays,” Arthur said, leaning forward in his seat, “it was an apology, we assume for his aunt's actions.”
“Well any part of him that was sorry is well gone by now,” Harry replied, his eyes glancing over at you.
You could feel the pity in his stare as it dropped down to your stomach for a split second before he turned away from you. You hated it, you weren’t some damaged little toy that had to be looked after. You felt a snarl rising to your face at the thought but you pushed it aside and silently walked out of the room.
You sat outside for the rest of the night, enjoying the way the cold bit at your skin. You didn’t pay attention to your surroundings, too lost in thought to think of anything else. What did it mean, her words on your skin, you knew it wasn’t a trace of some kind but they weren’t empty words.
“The first night of the cycle’s always the worst.”
The sound of Tonks' voice dragged you out of your trance and you looked up at them. Remus looked out into the silence of the night, his eyes lost in search of something in the distance. You came and put a hand on his shoulder but your presence did nothing to shake him from his trance.
That’s when it happened. That fiery streak in the sky that followed with smoke. A ring of fire circled the house and there she was, looking almost the exact same as she did the last time you saw her. Bellatrix’s eyes landed on you and you saw the manic smile on her lips.
You ran after her without even thinking, you wanted answers, you wanted to know why she carved your skin, called you her property. You chased after her, the tall plants scratching at your skin as you ran faster than you’d ever run before.
“I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!” The dark witch cackled, “You coming to get me?”
You could tell Harry was behind you, his breathing heavy. You could see the ravenette now, flashes of her curly hair visible through the tall wheat. She was within reach and just managed to grab her, yanking at the curls as hard as you could and pulling her down. You pressed your wand to her neck, your breathing heavy as you locked eyes with her.
“Hello, pet,” Bellatrix giggled, grabbing your shoulders and flipping you.
Your wand was no longer in your hand and you felt your heartbeat in your throat as her wand pressed against it. You looked up at her with wide eyes, fear making your body shake as you tried to fight her hold. You opened your mouth to try and scream when you felt her clamp her hand over your mouth.
“Harry!” You heard Ginny call and you stiffened against Bellatrix’s hold.
The ravenette wrapped her hand tighter around your mouth and pulled you up, holding you tight against her. You could see Ginny and Harry standing in a clearing, their wands out. Bellatrix shot a wordless spell past your head that Harry was quick to deflect. Then there were more spells, fired past you and deflected, all while Bellatrix held you tight against herself.
The spells stopped once Remus, Tonks, and Arthur surrounded them. You tried to bite at her hand but Bellatrix was smarter, her nails digging into your cheeks as she glanced over to Greyback. You felt her lips press against your temple and you made a noise of surprise that was muffled by her palm. You could just barely see the five people react to your noise before Bellatrix’s other hand was pulling at your hair and you were once again inside that black smoke.
“Y/n!” One of them yelled, but you couldn’t tell who.
You chanced a glance down before you felt her pull at your hair again, forcing you to keep your eyes on her. You felt tears fall silently down your cheeks as you flew, the wind making you dizzy. You were flying for what felt like hours and the grip in your hair was starting to hurt. You didn’t know where she was taking you but you knew your life was going to change.
You were unconscious when you arrived at Malfoy manor and Bellatrix pulled you by your hair into the main sitting room.
“Linetta,” Bellatrix said with a smile, “how fortunate you’re here.”
The blond woman turned around and saw you, a snarl on her face.
“Oh you found my traitorous daughter,” Linetta said, placing her cup of tea down.
Narcissa looked at her older sister with shock in her eyes. Bella had just waltzed into her home and thrown an unconscious girl onto the floor that she had gotten from god knows where and to top it all off, that girl was Linetta’s daughter.
“Bella!” Narcissa yelled, helping you to stand as you slowly regained consciousness, “what are you doing?”
You leaned into the woman’s touch, her body warming you from the cold air that surrounded you.
“Give her back Cissy,” Bellatrix said, holding out her hand, “she’s mine.”
Narcissa looked over to where your mother sat and the older woman just rolled her eyes at the whole situation.
“You can have her, Bellatrix, maybe you can teach her some manners while you’re at it,” your mother said, standing to leave.
“Missed you too mum,” you said, standing up straight and pushing yourself out of Narcissa’s hold.
Your mother just snarled at you before apparating and leaving you standing between the two black sisters.
You reached into your pocket and searched for your wand, grasping desperately at the lining in an attempt to find what wasn’t there.
“Give me back my wand,” you hissed at the dark witch, holding your hand out.
Instead of answering you Bellatrix just stepped forward and pointed her wand at you. You pushed it away and swung a punch at her face. The sound your fist made as it collided with her nose was particularly satisfying and you didn’t fight as Narcissa grabbed your arms and restrained you. You pressed your hand against her leg and tried to find the outline of her wand. Narcissa pulled your arms tighter behind your back and removed her wand and held it in front of your face. She pointed it at her sister and cleared her throat to get the older woman’s attention.
“Episkey,” Narcissa said, fixing the broken nose on her sister's face.
You kept your eyes on the wand, it was the only opportunity you could see that would mean you could get a wand, Bellatrix certainly wasn’t going to give yours to you.
“Maybe I’ll help you…” Narcissa said, leaning in close to your ear, “break her in.”
You whimpered, the realisation of what they might actually do to you setting in.
“No, please,” you said, struggling against Narcissa’s hold, “just torture me, do-don’t-”
“Don’t what?” Bellatrix laughed, stepping closer to you, “take what belongs to me?”
You managed to break out of Narcissa’s hold for only a moment before you saw the blast from her wand.
“Crucio!” Bellatrix yelled.
You collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain and screaming out. She kept her wand pointed at you and your whole body shook in pain. She finally let it stop and you glared up at her, your breathing ragged.
“Not here, Bella,” Narcissa said, grabbing your arm, “take her to your room.”
Bellatrix hummed in response and you felt her nails dig into your arm as she pulled you along.
“Bellatrix, please,” you said, fighting back tears.
“You will call me mistress,” Bellatrix hissed, throwing you against the nearest wall and pressing her forearm against your throat, “and make no mistake, pet, you belong to me.”
You whimpered and nodded your head, knowing better than to talk back to someone who is so fond of the cruciatus curse. Bellatrix smiled and pulled you off the wall and back towards her room. She pushed the door open and threw you into the room before slamming it shut behind her.
Bellatrix was on top of you in an instant, her hands holding you down against the floor as her mouth pressed against yours. You tried to push her off you but her hands held firm and she bit your lower lip. You cried out and she took the opportunity to push her tongue down your throat. You clawed at her shoulders and bit down on her tongue and she pulled away.
“Ungrateful little bitch,” Bellatrix hissed.
You pushed yourself back and pressed your back against the wall in an effort to get away from her. You covered your body despite the fact that you still had all your clothes on, you felt naked under her stare. Bellatrix looked at you with hungry eyes, blood dripping from her mouth from the way you bit her.
“Imperio!” Bellatrix yelled, pointing her wand at your face.
You gasped for a moment before you felt your brain become cloudy.
“Come here, pet.”
You felt your body begin to move, your hands resting on the floor as you crawled towards your mistress. It was as if your consciousness had taken a backseat in your mind as your limbs moved at her command. You wanted to yell, to scream, to beg her to stop but you were mute, she had not given you permission to speak. You came to a stop in front of her and looked up at your mistress.
“See, you can be a good girl,” Bellatrix cooed, patting your head softly.
You nodded your head and leant into her touch.
“Good pet, now apologise,” Bellatrix said, leaning back and opening her legs to give you space to sit between.
You opened your mouth to talk but you felt all the words die in your throat. Instead your body began to move again and you laid yourself flat on your stomach between her legs. Bellatrix smiled at you, her eyes crazed as she pointed her wand at her clothes. They disappeared and you hated the fact that you wanted to see her body and that had nothing to do with the imperious curse she had placed on you.
You felt your mouth water at the sight of her body, even after years in Azkaban she was as striking as you remembered, even if you were a child the last time.
“Come on pet, I haven’t got all day,” Bellatrix sighed, spreading her legs further apart.
You pushed yourself forward and stuck your tongue out. You licked up her centre and wrapped your lips around her clit. Bellatrix leaned back and hummed in appreciation as you dipped your tongue down to her entrance.
“Wouldn’t it be fun if I held you there and lifted the curse?” Bellatrix asked, “I know you’d enjoy it, I bet your pretty little pussy is all wet for me.”
You wanted to argue back but she wasn’t entirely wrong, you hated that your body was betraying you, making a mess in your underwear as she forced you to eat her out. You slipped your tongue into her entrance and genuinely enjoyed the low moan she let out.
“I guess the Slytherin common rooms are the same as always,” Bellatrix laughed, “eager little sluts tongue-fucking eachother in an effort to become top bitch.”
You wanted to cry at her words, deny everything she said but instead your body ignored your wants and continued to lick at her. Her hands found your hair and she pushed you even closer to her, your nose brushing against her curls as you sucked on her clit. You felt like you were watching your body act on its own and you tried so hard to fight against the curse. Every desire you had to break past it rose and fell again and again.
“Gods, you certainly know what you’re doing,” Bellatrix groaned, “use your fingers.”
You did as she asked, your hands moving under her instruction and you slid two fingers into her. Bellatrix let out a small moan as you curled your fingers and continued to suck at her clit. You fought against the curse, your mind arguing with your body and Bellatrix watched as she saw the smallest flicker of defiance in your eyes. She pushed your face harder against herself and ignored the look in your eye, very few people can break out of the imperius curse and if you could, she’d be more impressed than angry.
Her moans grew louder in pitch and it didn’t take much more for her to cum, her walls squeezing around your fingers as you continued to push your fingers into her.
“S-stop, you can stop,” Bellatrix said, pushing you away.
You sat back on your heels and watched as the older witch caught her breath. She lazily pointed her wand at you and you felt the curse lift. You recoiled sharply and backed yourself against the wall. You wiped your mouth clean with the back of your sleeve and spat out the remaining taste of her from your mouth.
“D-don’t do that again,” you said, wiping your mouth again, “please.”
“Aww, but you enjoyed that, pet,” Bellatrix laughed, crawling over to you, “now I want to see my mark.”
She pounced on you and before you could even fight back she had your hands pressed against the wall and her other hand traveled down your body. You winced as her palm pressed against the mark through your clothes. You whimpered as you felt her hand against your bare skin and you suddenly felt very cold. You looked down for a brief second and realised she had made your clothes disappear.
“B-Bellatrix,” you gasped, “p-please, stop.”
You knew you were crying, you could feel the tears against your skin, but no noise was escaping you.
“It’s mistress to you,” she hissed, pressing harder against the scarring skin.
You gasped out a whimper and squeezed your eyes shut.
“Someone will come for me,” you said, your voice steadier than you expected, “T-they know I ran after you, they’ll know I’m missing.”
Bellatrix leaned forward and brushed her lips against yours, a wicked smile on her face.
“Let them,” she hissed before pressing her lips firmly against yours.
You pushed against her hold, hot tears streaming down your face as she slipped her tongue past your lips. You didn’t bite her again, not wanting it to lead to her using the imperius curse on you again. Bellatrix kissed down your jaw and you sobbed as you tried to escape her hold once more.
“Stop fighting me, pet,” Bellatrix growled, nipping at your neck.
You screamed as she bit you, her teeth sinking into the scar that her teeth left a year ago. Her hand was still firmly pressed against the words that marked your skin. Bellatrix laughed as she sucked marks into your skin, leaving your neck various shades of red and purple. She finally moved her hands away from the scars but, much to your dismay, she moved them lower, grazing the skin of your thighs.
“Tell me,” Bellatrix said, “are you a virgin?”
You stilled for a second at her question, unsure whether to be honest or not. Bellatrix didn’t move, just kept her dark eyes trained on you as she held you in place. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth and shook your head softly.
Bellatrix’s lips curled into a slow and lazy smile as she gripped the soft skin of your thigh. She hummed and pressed her lips back against yours, softer than before and it took you by surprise. For a moment you moaned against her before you remembered where you were and who was kissing you.
You tried to push her off you but despite her small frame, the witch was much stronger than you. She bit your lip and the action made you yelp in pain. Bellatrix took the opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth and it made you gag. She pushed your legs further apart and brushed her fingertips through your folds.
You couldn’t help the choked off moan it brought from you, the feeling sending an unwanted jolt of pleasure through you.
“Please, don’t,” you begged, tears sliding down your cheeks.
Bellatrix giggled and licked the tears off your face, two fingers prodding at your entrance. You sobbed as she pushed into you, her lithe fingers curling instantly. You cried out, hating the way your body reacted.
“Good girl,” Bellatrix cooed, beginning to slowly pump her fingers, “I know you’re enjoying it.”
You sobbed harder and shook your head, trying to fight against her hold. Bellatrix only laughed at the way you squirmed, she could feel you squeezing around her fingers. Even as you cried out your protests, your body couldn’t help the way it reacted. You felt her thumb press against your clit and you tried your hardest to clamp down on the moan that escaped you. The sound made the witch above you giggle, the sound resonating against your throat as she began to kiss down your neck.
You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut as tight as you could, you could feel the coil inside your abdomen tightening and it made you want to throw up. Your pleas to stop fell of deaf ears as Bellatrix curled her fingers, hitting a spot that, much to your dismay, made you stars. It was not fair for her to be nearly as good at this as she was.
“That’s it,” Bellatrix hummed, “cum on fingers like a good little slut.”
You desperately tried once again to pull out of her grip before she could make you cum but the ravenette pressed her weight against yours harder, effectively pinning you in place. You came with a sob, your body spasming against the wall as she fucked you through it. Bellatrix finally let you go and you collapsed down the wall, hugging your body as you sobbed. You heard a soft hum and glanced over to see her licking her fingers clean. You turned further in on yourself, hugging your knees to your chest.
You’d been in Bellatrix’s room for six days now, you’d been keeping count by slicing thin lines on your shoulder with your nail. You hadn’t been given any clothes since she had magicked them away, all you had was the sheets on the bed and even if you wanted to search the room for any, you couldn’t, not with your ankle tied to the bed post. You heard the door open and you glanced up to see familiar white blond hair. You pushed yourself up, clutching the sheet high up your chest to cover not only yourself but the marks that Bellatrix had left behind.
“Get out, Draco,” you hissed.
“Y/n…” he said, his eyes wide, “I heard but- I-”
“Get the fuck out!” You hissed again.
You knew it wasn’t his fault that you were in here, and that’s not really why you wanted him to leave, you just didn’t want him to see you like this. He was still only sixteen.
“Draco! Get out of there!” Another voice hissed.
You watched as the boy shot you one last look before turning away.
“Draco!” You called, gaining his attention, “It’s not your fault.”
You watched as he furrowed his brow for a moment before looking down and walking out. You looked down at the bedsheets covering you and you heard hushed whispers for a second before the door was shut. The sound of footsteps made you look up. Midnight brown eyes met yours and the familiar two toned hair made you frown at the sight of Narcissa. In her hands she held a small pot of some kind and bandages.
She walked towards you and sat on the edge of the bed, laying the objects onto the sheets. You pushed yourself back, taking the sheet with you to try and remain covered. Your ankle hurt from the restraints as you tried to tuck your knees under your chest.
“I’m here to try and heal you,” Narcissa sighed, opening the pot, “so I need you to lower the sheet.”
You stretched your neck a little to see what was inside the pot and your frown deepened when you realised it was a healing salve.
“I can do it myself,” you said, holding your hand out.
“I’m sure you can,” she smiled, grabbing your arm and pulling you forward, “but Bella insisted I do it.”
You yelped at the pull, scrambling to try and cover yourself again while the two-toned brunette held it away from you.
“I don’t want to hurt you, y/n,” she hissed, “so stop resisting and let me heal you.”
You kept fighting against her hold, trying to kick at her now as you reached for the sheet. Narcissa grunted in annoyance at your behaviour and she didn’t let herself think about it before she slapped you across the face. You stopped moving instantly, your whole body freezing at the unexpected contact. Narcissa watched the way your eyes widened before beginning to water slightly. She sighed softly, your name a soft whisper as you collapsed backwards onto the bed, no longer caring about your state of undress.
“I told you I didn’t want to hurt you,” Narcissa sighed, taking the pot of salve and dipping two of her fingers into it.
You didn’t say anything as she began to apply the balm to the various cuts and bruises Bellatrix had left behind. She placed a little extra over the re-opened bite on your shoulder, shaking her head at the sight. She moved down to the bruises on your stomach, her hand hovering over the carving her sister had left behind.
“This will never heal, not fully,” Narcissa said, meeting your eyes.
You frowned and looked away, your cheek brushing against the pillowcase. You felt the fabric dampen as silent tears began to fall. You knew it would never heal, you’d had it for the better half of a year by now and it looked as fresh at the day she carved it.
“What did she do to your arm?” Narcissa asked, gripping your upper arm where your own marks were.
You stiffened and tried to pull out of her hold but her grip just tightened. She didn’t say anything but you saw her dip her fingers back into the salve and that’s when you started thrashing. Narcissa growled and dug her nails into your arm but you just fought harder.
“No!” You screamed, trying to curl in on yourself and hide the marks, “Let me count! Please!”
“If Bella sees them it’ll be much worse, so stop your sulking and let me do this, please,” Narcissa said, “I can’t help you very much but let me do this, y/n.”
You curled in on yourself further and hugged yourself tighter.
“If you want to help me, let me go.”
“You know I can’t do that,” Narcissa sighed, placing her hand gently on your arm, “please, y/n, I don’t want you to be any worse off than you already are.”
You sighed and rolled back over, letting her hands gently rub the salve over the cuts.
“I just want something to do,” you mumbled, feeling her slide the sheets back over your body, stopping at your chest, “I’m bored out of my mind just sitting here.”
“I’ll see what I can find,” Narcissa said, her voice soft as she stretched the bandage over the bite mark on your shoulder.
You whimpered at the pain the pressure caused but didn't make much more of a sound. She brushed your hair away from your face and your whole body tensed. With all the softness she’d been giving you, you wanted to lean into the touch.
“I’m sure Bella has a brush around here,” Narcissa murmured, standing from the bed.
You furrowed your brows as you watched her move around the room in search of a hairbrush. She returned a moment later, a soft bristle brush in hand, before instructing you to sit up and turn around. You stared at her for a moment before sitting up but not moving to turn your back to her, all you did was shuffle forward a little. Narcissa sighed but didn’t scold you like you expected, instead, she placed herself behind you and began to assess how knotty your hair was. You’d had it out when Bellatrix had taken you and it had only gotten dirty and tangled since then.
Narcissa began to separate your hair, starting at the ends of your hair to avoid making the knots worse. You let her work through your hair, the movements soothing and you felt yourself relaxing a little.
“When will Bellatrix be back?” You asked, wanting to know how much time you had before the abuse continued.
She’d been gone since the first night and you’d been more than thankful for that but you knew it would come to an end soon.
“I’m not sure,” Narcissa replied, “could be tonight, could be tomorrow.”
You nodded your head, softly so as not to disrupt her work. She hummed to herself as she brushed, working slowly to make sure that she didn’t hurt you. You could almost believe that she wanted a daughter with the way she was acting, gently soothing you with small actions.
“I am sorry for hitting you,” Narcissa said, her voice soft, “I really don’t want to hurt you, and I am sorry about… everything.”
You didn’t say anything, just sat in silence as she continued to work.
The sound of the door opening made the both of you look up, and you couldn’t help but feel fear as those onyx eyes met yours.
“Hello, pet,” Bellatrix smiled.
Narcissa didn’t say anything as she moved from behind you, placing the brush on the bedside table next to you, glancing at you for a moment so that you could see it was within reach. You looked at it for a moment before moving your eyes back to Bellatrix. You could see the silent words in it, the acknowledgment that it was there for you if you wanted to brush your hair again.
“Hello there, Cissy,” Bellatrix hummed, coming up to her sister, “taking care of my pet for me?”
Narcissa offered the ravenette a small smile, bringing her into a hug.
“Are you injured?” She asked, pulling back a little to assess Bellatrix.
Bellatrix just giggled and set her eyes to you.
“Weren’t you saying you’d help me ‘break her in’?” Bellatrix smiled, tracing her finger over her sister's jaw.
The younger woman stilled and glanced her eyes back to you for a moment.
“Bella…”
“Hush hush,” Bellatrix said, wrapping her arms around her younger sister and spinning her around to face you, “isn’t she just so pretty, hm?”
Narcissa didn’t say anything as she looked at you, seeing the mix of hurt and fear on your face. You didn’t know what to say, or even do, she just said she didn’t want to hurt you, that she was sorry about her sister's actions. You tensed your jaw and looked down, not wanting to look at either of them. You’d heard the rumours, about the Black sisters relationship, and how… close they were.
“I heard Draco walked in this afternoon,” Bellatrix murmured, “it would truly be a shame if something happened to him while carrying out his task.”
Narcissa stilled at Bellatrix’s words, a soft gasp escaping her at the threat. Her eyes moved to you and the way you were hugging your knees.
“She’s barely eighteen, Bella,” the younger woman murmured.
“And delicious,” Bellatrix hummed, “good with her mouth, too.”
Narcissa closed her eyes and tried to even her breathing. There was little she could do in this situation, she loved her sister, and she didn’t want anything to happen to her son, even if it wasn’t directly by Bella’s hand. But she didn’t want to hurt you, not after she’s just built up a small amount of trust with you.
“I won’t fuck her, Bella,” Narcissa said, her voice firm and stronger than she felt.
Narcissa couldn’t help but smile at her sister’s words, turning around in her hold and wrapping her arms around her neck. You glanced up and saw them just as they kissed, your eyes widening at the sight. You didn’t actually think the rumours were true, that the two sisters actually had a sexual relationship. You watched for a moment, your mouth hanging open in shock as one of them moaned.
Bellatrix pulled away first and giggled when she saw your face. Narcissa looked behind to see as well as a light flush brushed her pale cheeks. Bellatrix laughed again and pulled her sister towards the bed. Before the two reached the mattress, Bellatrix pulled the zipper of Narcissa's dress down and pushed it off her shoulders.
You looked away instantly, your face flushing as more of Narcissa’s pale skin came into view. You heard Bellatrix giggle, her fingers trailing gently over Narcissa's soft skin.
“I want you to watch, pet,” Bellatrix said, her voice dampened with her lips in her sister’s hair.
You already knew better than to go against what was asked of you so you did, keeping your eyes trained on both women. Bellatrix pushed her sister onto the bed and smiled at the way you shifted, unsure if you should move away or not. Narcissa’s arm was pressed against yours and both of you watched as Bellatrix reached into a drawer of her nightstand.
Narcissa instantly shot up, pulling her sister into her with a kiss as she pulled at her clothes. Bellatrix moaned, letting the younger woman kiss along her neck as she undid her corset. You could see a harness of some kind in Bellatrix’s hand and your eyes widened as you realised what exactly was in her hand. Bellatrix locked eyes with you and her smile widened as she pushed her sister back onto the bed. You watched as the ravenette stripped herself the rest of the way and pulled the harness up her legs, her eyes trained on Narcissa. You flicked your eyes down to the two-toned brunette who was biting her lip at the sight.
Jutting out from between Bellatrix’s legs was a Slytherin green dildo that looked intimidating. Narcissa hummed at the sight, pulling her underwear down and throwing them somewhere unseen. The two were on each other in an instant, kissing and groping at each other like teenagers. Narcissa let out a low and long moan as her sister filled her up in one smooth stroke.
“Bella…” she whimpered, her hands tangling in the curly mane.
“That’s it, Cissy,” Bellatrix cooed, her crazed eyes dark as she looked down.
You watched with wide eyes as Narcissa arched from the bed, craving her older sisters touch as she fucked her. You swallowed thickly at the sight, trying desperately to not have such a physical reaction to the two of them like this.
“Missed… you…” Narcissa moaned, pulling the older witch into a kiss.
Bellatrix hummed and you felt strange watching the two of them in what was clearly an intimate moment. Narcissa’s moans became louder as she threw her head back, her hips rising to meet Bellatrix’s thrusts.
“Bella… need…” Narcissa whined, gripping tight to her sister.
“I know, Cissy,” Bellatrix cooed, “pet,” she turned to look at you, “come here.”
Your eyes widened further and you contemplated not moving before deciding that the punishment would be worse than whatever you would have to do. You pushed yourself forward and Bellatrix grabbed your hair, pulling you even closer until your face was pressed against Narcissa’s bare chest. Your shriek of surprise was muffled against her skin and she moaned at the vibration. Her hands found your hair and her hold was much more gentle than her sister's was and you almost felt inclined to do what she was silently asking.
You hesitantly wrapped your lips around Narcissa’s dusty nipple, squeezing your eyes shut as sucked at them. Her moan was louder than she’d been all night and you felt the effect of it between your legs. Bellatrix cackled from behind you, her hand snaking into your hair and pushing you harder against her sister. You couldn’t breathe with the added pressure and you began to struggle, pushing against her hold. When she didn’t let up, you did the only thing you could think of that would make her stop.
You bit Narcissa. Not extremely hard, but enough that it wasn’t pleasure mixed with pain but just pain. Narcissa screamed, pushing you away and clutching her breast.
“She bit me!” Narcissa gasped.
“You bitch!” Bellatrix hissed, pulling out of her sister and pushing you to the ground.
You yelped in pain, your leg straining against the binds. You didn’t get a moment to react properly before you felt her kick you, straight in the stomach. You cried out and tried to cover yourself when she kicked you again, more of a stomp this time. You tried to hug yourself and curl into a ball to avoid her blows but she stomped on your back instead.
Bellatrix didn’t say anything, just glared at your shaking body as you curled tighter in yourself.
“Get on the fucking bed,” the ravenette hissed, grabbing you by your hair.
You cried out in pain, trying to scratch at her hands to make her let go.
“You better behave or I’ll stop being so nice.”
You whimpered and tried to nod your head as she pulled you up.
“Sit up, Cissy,” Bellatrix ordered, “y/n here is going to learn her place.”
Narcissa’s eyes widened as she realised what her sister meant and despite what she’d said earlier, she found that after what you did, she didn’t really mind anymore. After all, you did interrupt right as she was on the edge. Narcissa did as she was asked, shuffling back so that she was leaning against the headboard with her legs spread.
“Play nice,” Bellatrix hissed in your ear, “pull another stunt like that and I’ll let anyone in here to use your pretty little cunt.”
Your eyes widened with the realisation that she would really do that, letting any death eater who came into the house come in and abuse you.
“I’ll be good! I swear! Please!” You gasped.
Bellatrix giggled and pushed you forward, positioning you so that you were face to face with Narcissa’s dripping entrance. You felt her gripping your hips and lifting you onto your knees and you felt tears well in your eyes as reality sunk in of what she was about to do.
“If you cum before Cissy, this-” Bellatrix said, rubbing the toy through your folds, “-is going into your pretty arse.”
You swallowed thickly and nodded your head before leaning forward. You stuck your tongue out and licked through the wetness between Narcissa’s legs, a soft whimper escaping you as her taste filled your mouth. Bellatrix gave you all of five seconds before thrusting into you. You screamed out in pain as she filled you until her hips were flush against yours. You panted against Narcissa in an effort to try and gain control of your brain over the mind numbing pain of Bellatrix’s thrust. You felt hands in your hair and you didn’t need to look up to know that the gentle touch was coming from Narcissa.
“Shh, darling, it’s okay,” she cooed, “just breathe.”
“You should see how wet she is,” Bellatrix giggled, “it just slipped right in.”
You felt tears in your eyes because for some unknown reason, you were wet, and that fact only made you want to curl up and cry. You didn’t, you knew that if Bellatrix began to move it wouldn’t take long for you to cum, and the second last thing you wanted was for her fuck your arse.
You swallowed thickly once again and got back to work, doubling down on making Narcissa cum. You wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked, letting your body relax. There was something in the threats and the beating that made you accept the fact that you’d be here for a while, so you might as well allow yourself to try and enjoy what you could.
Or at least make things easier on yourself.
Narcissa moaned loudly and her grip tightened in your hair, not enough to really hurt but enough that you couldn’t stop a small moan escaping. Bellatrix laughed above you, her hips drawing back until only the tip of the toy remained inside you. She slammed back in just as fast as before and set a truly brutal pace. You moaned openly against Narcissa’s cunt, the vibrations sending sparks up her spine.
“Merlin, Bella,” she moaned, “she is good with her mouth.”
You felt a strange sense of pride at the praise and an even stranger tightness in your stomach. You slid your tongue down, slipping into Narcissa and her resulting moan made the squelching sounds from between your own legs louder. You grazed your teeth over Narcissa’s clit but made sure not to bite down in any way for fear of what Bellatrix would do.
The ravenette witch however, seemed to be lost in the sight of your cunt swallowing her strap with such eagerness. It made her moan and when you squeezed around it, she felt it, her thrusts losing their rhythm for a split second.
“Such a tight little cunt,” Bellatrix huffed, her nails digging into your arse cheeks.
You moaned against Narcissa and the resulting vibration made her hips roll against your mouth, desperately seeking release. A string of curses fell from her mouth, words that someone of such noble blood had no business saying. With each thrust of Bellatrix’s hips, your face was pressed deeper into Narcissa and you honestly couldn’t find in yourself to complain, not when the taste was so sweet on your tongue.
You glanced up to see Narcissa’s hand grasping at her own breast, her fingers pinching her nipples as she arched into the touch. You reached your hand upwards and squeezed her breast, your fingers replacing hers as you ran your thumb over her nipple. Narcissa moaned and ground down harder against your face. You wrapped your lips back around her clit and sucked at the bud until you felt her thighs clench around your head, her breathing stopping for a moment as her orgasm washed over her.
“See,” Bellatrix smiled, her hand tangling in your hair and yanking you up, “you can be good.”
You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you, your eyes rolling further back with each thrust the ravenette gave. Your eyes managed to focus enough to see Narcissa and the blush-red flush that dusted most of her skin as her breathing began to even out. Bellatrix pulled your hair again so the back of your head was resting against her shoulder. She bit down, on the side that wasn’t bandaged, but she was much gentler this time, not fully breaking the skin, just marking. The action made you moan and clench around the toy pumping into you.
“Pretty little slut,” Bellatrix hummed, licking up the sweat of your neck.
You felt tears in your eyes but you knew it wasn’t from pain or fear but from pleasure. Your body arched into Bellatrix’s touch and you were completely lost in the tightening in your abdomen that you didn’t feel the bed shifting under you. It wasn’t until you felt soft fingers tracing up your stomach and over your chest that you realised Narcissa had moved. You felt her lips on your jaw, the action making you gasp and Narcissa took the opportunity to claim your mouth, her lips moving steadily against yours as her tongue slid into your mouth.
Your moans we’re muffled now but more consistent as Narcissa’s fingers found their way between your legs, rubbing fast and tight circles over your clit. You came with a cry that not even you could pretend was from disgust at what was happening. Bellatrix slowed her thrusts down but didn’t stop, letting you ride out your orgasm.
“That’s it,” Narcissa cooed, her breath warm on your ear, “so pretty when you cum.”
You whined softly, especially when Bellatrix pulled out of you, and Narcissa caught you as you began to cante forward. She cooed gentle praise in your ear as she helped you lay down, pressing a soft and almost tender kiss to your temple.
“Grown a soft spot, Cissy?” Bellatrix giggled, pulling her sister back to her.
“Shut up,” Narcissa smiled, giving the ravenette a kiss, “but do stop biting her, it’s really annoying to heal.”
Bellatrix hummed and looked down at you, smiling at the satisfied look on your face.
I bought a lipstick that I decided I disliked and as I was taking it off. I thought of this. genius. thank you brain
Summary: Bellatrix decides to "redo your lipstick" for you (KISSING!!! WOOOO), this is SUPER cute so expect fluff, possibly the cutest thing I've ever written
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Bellatrix watched you with an unnervingly blank stare. Her eyes followed you in any direction you moved. You had been minding your business, speaking in a hushed voice with the other Death Eaters, while Bellatrix sat still in the corner of the room, back against the wall and legs spread out in front of her. You'd think it looked silly if she weren't staring at you like she either didn't have a single thought in her head, or like she was about to challenge you to duel to the death.
You avoided eye contact as best you could, and after 20 minutes, you decided to challenge her by staring back- which was a stupid move, as anyone who had a brain would agree, but you just had to muster the courage to ask her why she was staring at you. "Why are-"
"Your lipstick looks terrible today."
She cut you off instantly the moment you spoke two words, her voice was blunt and irritatingly flat. Bellatrix was known to be terribly unpredictable, but she rarely was just so emotionless. The others snickered behind your back.
Your jaw dropped and you blinked, a little scoff of amusement and exasperation escaping you. "Wow-"
"Let me fix it."
Absolutely not! You thought instantly, shaking your head and automatically stepping back, a hand to your chest in surprise. "No thanks-" You shut up and backed up further as Bellatrix sprung up from her spot in the corner and began taking sharp little steps towards you, stopping every now and then to watch you panic a bit.
And yet, you couldn't help but giggle, both nervously and genuinely. She was funny. Her sudden little playful grin was funny, too. Would you die? Maybe, but at least she was entertaining.
What you didn't know was that Bellatrix was trying to make you giggle. She liked you.
While you wanted to run upstairs squealing out of both fear and flustered excitement (perhaps to get her to chase you, which she happily would've done), you didn't want to look like a Hufflepuff idiot in her 7th year. So, you cowered away a bit by tucking your arms at your chest, your fingertips resting on your jawline. You looked just as intimidated as you felt. But you were smiling.
Bellatrix felt a little thrill of delight go through her. Not the cruel, violent thrill she got just before a kill, but the innocent sort of thrill you get by flustering the lady you fancy. "Look at me," she coaxed playfully, nudging your cheek.
You turned your head in her direction, but your eyes stayed far away from her, unable to make eye contact. A delighted, shy little upsidedown smile gracing your face.
She's cute, thought Bellatrix, internally swooning over you. "Just as I thought. Here."
She leaned in and pecked you on the lips.
You gave an instant squeal of surprise and jerked away. "Bellatrix!-"
"Wait, wait, it didn't work!" Bellatrix fussed with a laugh, pulling you in by the shoulders to kiss you again. And again. And again. You were laughing hard, and Bellatrix adored your big smile.
"There, look!- Oh, it's everywhere," she snorted in amusement. Her intention was to kiss you until her lipstick had rubbed off on you so you matched with her, but she missed a few times and it had smeared messily.
"What! What's everywhere?!" You asked breathlessly, your entire expression lit up in joy.
You had no idea how silly and cute you looked with a big smile on your face and Bellatrix's lipstick smeared across your cheek and chin.
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I THINK THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS THAT I'VE WRITTEN AAAA
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Kinktober Day 30: Bellatrix Lestrange x f!reader- Knife Play
*18+*
*a/n noncon, blood, blood eating, being cut, dark themes, forced use of toys, disturbing for some, don’t do this irl it’s not safe, please don’t harm yourselves or others*
“Such a pretty girl,” she cooed creepily into your ear. She captured you from a mission, now she had you nude and tied up in an empty room in the manor. You tried tugging at the restraints but they were charmed, the more you fought it the more they tightened. She pulled out her knife, holding the silver tip to your throat making your breath hitch. “Such a pretty girl,” she repeated dragging the tip of the knife down from your throat to your sternum before resting it by your belly button. You were careful not to move so you did not accidentally aid the knife to impale you. “Such a pretty girl but such a shame I have to cut you up, ruin you,” she said with a breathy baby voice that made your stomach churn.
“Stop!” You cried out, feeling hopeless, you were stuck. She let out a maniacal cackle, what is wrong with her? You look at her horrified, tears streaming down your face. A thin faint line from where her dagger had cut you began to bead with blood, it stang.
“Listen to me, you pathetic girl!” Her shriek rang throughout the manor. “If you follow my command I will let you walk out of here alive, but only if you listen to my every word, are we understood?!”
“Y-Yes,” you choked back your tears, you would do whatever it took to walk out of this room alive.
“Good!” She grabbed the knife once more, the tip of the blade poking right under your belly button before she dragged it down and around to go down your inner thigh, deep enough to leave a trail of blood beads but not deep enough to kill you. You winced from the pain and fought to keep your trembling thighs at ease. “Look at you, behaving already, it’s so pathetic how terrified you are, how weak you are, you can’t even fight back!” She hissed at you before placing her dagger beside you tauntingly before disappearing from the room into the giant walk-in closet. Your heart was pounding. She came back with a long thick silicone toy, it looked like a torture device.
“What is that?” You gawked at its size, if she was trying to put that inside of you there was no way it would fit.
“A toy you stupid girl,” she hissed as she lined it up to your involuntarily wet entrance, your body was prepared but your mind wasn’t.
“That won’t fit, mistress,” you whimpered.
“It will fit if I want it to fit!” With one forceful push, she split you open around the toy. You screamed out in pain which she seemed to enjoy. Your cunt was hot as if it was bleeding, you felt ripped apart. Tears began to stream down your face and Bellatrix took this as the perfect opportunity to regain hold of her knife and held it to your throat, “Another peep and I’ll slit your throat!”
“S-Sorry, mistress,” you cried and sucked in your breath, doing your best to be as silent as possible. She smiled in a sense as if she was pleased with you but she looked demented, she was demented. She let out a shrilly whiney sound before charming the dildo to fuck you at a brutal pace. You sobbed silently, it hurt so bad but you did not want to prolong this.
“Look at you, taking it so well, oh what a sight to be seen. Is that blood?” She smirked evilly and used her free hand to collect blood from the cunt onto her fingertips before licking it off and letting out a delighted squeal before removing the bloody toy from within you and diving between your thighs. She began to fuck you with her tongue, devouring the metallic taste of your blood on her tongue. You choked back a moan, the pleasure slowly mixing into the pain. You felt so confused, she was psychotic, pure evil, and you hated her, but why did it start to feel so good? “Moan for me! Moan for me you ungrateful bitch!” She screamed between your thighs, the vibration from her scream rippling through your clit causing your hips to jolt slightly up towards her face.
“Oh, Mistress,” you cried out for her and she continued to abuse your cunt with her tongue, you slowly felt yourself nearing a dreaded orgasm. “F-Feel so good, thank you,” you moaned, wanting her to see you as grateful and let you free after she was done abusing you. She continued to devour, it was not long before you finished on her face and panted as quietly as possible. Bellatrix came up for air and smirked at you, her face covered in your blood, you felt goosebumps prickle over your skin.
“I suppose I should let you go,” she said in a singsongy voice and licked as much of your blood off of her lips before untying you. The second the restraints dropped she grabbed her knife, “Go now or I will kill you, 10, 9, 8, 7…” You jumped up with all your strength not even looking back for your clothes before bolting out of the manor, her evil cackle fading out in the background as you fled the scene.
