If you had sex with bellatrix, how would it go? what would you do to her? any kinks?
Caradoc had never seen Bellatrix look so sexy. Her face partly concealed in the darkness, the flickering of the streetlamp gave her an eerily beautiful appearance. Her chocolate eyes sparkled as her hair was tossed about. She didn’t even bother to smooth it away. Caradoc could see the conflict, the hesitancy in her expression. They stood frozen in place for what seemed like forever. Caradoc fought the shivers that threatened to course through him, only partly from the icy wind beating against his bare arms. She continued to worry her lip, and his eyes automatically focused on her mouth. He licked his lips as he watched her, taking a step forward.
Bellatrix took a step back, but did not stop him. He could see the desire in her eyes, yet she was still trying to fight it. He could not wait any longer. He took another step, then another. Bellatrix started when she felt the wall behind her, and pressed her palms against the rough brick. Caradoc moved closer still, but she did not move. She swallowed hard as he invaded her personal space. He stepped as close as he could without touching her. He could feel the heat between them, warming them even outside in the freezing weather. He did not want to dissuade her, but he could remain quiet no more. He took a chance that he would be able to speak through the passion that made his voice thick. “Bella…” He kept still, but bled all of his desire, all of his hunger and thirst, into his eyes. He set them on her as if he had nothing to lose. “Stop fighting it, Bellatrix.” His voice held a touch of pleading, and Bellatrix nearly came apart then. “Stop fighting it,” he said softer this time.
Bellatrix could feel her resolve crumbling. Every ounce of her yearned for him. She pressed herself up against the wall, afraid to even brush against him. She was barely hanging on. Still not touching her, he leaned his face in closer to hers. She could feel his hot breath against her cheek, her neck, and she trembled, restraining herself. His breathing was becoming erratic simply standing in such close proximity, and when he spoke again, her knees grew weak. His voice was a whisper, and she nearly had to strain to hear him. “Don’t… fight… it… anymore…” His lips brushed against her ear. “Bella…” he whispered with such longing, it made her ache. She moaned then, and Caradoc could not hold back. His body touched hers and she nearly collapsed to the ground. “Caradoc…” she groaned. Her breathing was shallow, and she turned her head to the side when he brought his lips closer to hers, trying to maintain that last shred of self-control.
Caradoc was nearly insane in his need for her. “Look at me, Bellatrix.”
His voice was husky, yet his tone authoritative. Bellatrix could not keep from looking at him. His eyes were nearly black with lust. They were darker than the darkest rain clouds, and she knew there was more than a storm brewing- there was an all out tornado. She knew she should be taking shelter from him, she was married, but in that moment, she was a storm-chaser: excited- no, exhilarated- by the thoughts of the damage he could do. Caradoc was dangerous and chaotic and impulsive, and she wanted- needed- to know what he would do to her.
She gasped the moment she gave in, and Caradoc took her in a kiss so full of passion, it rocked her to her core. He seemed starved for her lips, his own crushing hers, until his tongue snaked along her lower lip. Out of instinct, she pressed her lips together before completely succumbing to his mouth. Her lips parted and they kissed as if it were the only thing keeping them alive. She was unaware of what her arms were doing until she felt the ends of his hair under her fingertips.
“Oh, God, Caradoc…” she managed when his lips finally left her mouth, trailing down her chin, the middle of her throat. She tilted her head back, giving him better access even as she said, “Caradoc… we can’t…” They both knew it was a half-assed attempt at protest. She groaned as her hands snaked down the back of his neck and across his shoulders before settling on his chest between them. She gave what could only be called a nudge at best and continued her false resistance. “Stop…” Her fingers traced along his chest as she spoke, as he now kissed along her shoulder. He was becoming increasingly frustrated- both with his need for release and her unwillingness to cooperate. His mouth never left her skin as he reached up and laid his hands over hers on his chest, repeating what Donnie had done earlier. But instead of pulling her palms to his lips, he twisted his fingers with hers and pushed her arms against the wall on either side of her head.
“Stop,” he murmured, turning her word around on her. “Give it up.” Although he was referring to her words, the double meaning was lost on neither of them.
Bellatrix groaned. “No… don’t…”
Caradoc’s face was in front of hers now. “Shut. Up. Bellatrix!” His voice was a whisper, but insistent, exasperated. “Fuck, you make me crazy!” He squeezed her hands as he bit his lip and looked over her features, taking her in before settling on her lips with both his eyes and mouth. She squeezed his hands in return, and arched herself up against him. They moaned into one another’s mouths. Their fingers tightened and released over and over again, each wishing it was something else they were gripping.
Bellatrix began to squirm as he pressed his body further into hers. She was nearly as frustrated as Caradoc, if not more so, and she felt the need building inside her with such intensity it bordered on angry. She broke their kiss with a primal noise, somewhere between a growl and a scream. “Fuck!” Caradoc repeated, as he began to writhe, himself. He needed her. Now. A primordial instinct rose up inside him, and he pressed his upper body to hers, her breasts crushed between them, their chests heaving, as he all but tore the button off his pants and ripped his zipper from the material surrounding it. Bellatrix barely realized what he was doing as his one hand seized the hem of her dress, yanking it up. She didn’t care that they were outside, against the wall of the building where her husband was inside drinking, didn’t care if they were caught- by Narcissa or anyone else. Still, she thrust her hands down between them, grabbing Caradoc’s wrist and jerking it away from her. Somewhere along the way, they had realized that the resistance, the fighting, was as much part of the foreplay as anything else, and Bellatrix’s actions spurred Caradoc on even more. “Not here!” she hissed under her breath.
“Yes, here!” Caradoc hissed back. Their hands fought with each other’s, grabbing and gripping, bodies warring against one another, Bellatrix using the wall behind her as leverage, pushing against Caradoc, only to have him push back harder. His strength aroused her beyond what she thought possible, and she struggled harder, wanting him to overpower her. All of this happened in just seconds, but it was several seconds too long for Caradoc. He gritted his teeth and brought his left arm up against her chest, forcing her in place. “Dammit, Bellatrix!” he spat, teeth still clenched. He took his cock in his right hand, nearly groaning at his own touch, and again as he brought it up against her lace g-string. Keeping his arm as a vice against her chest, he used the fingertips of his right hand and the tip of his cock to shove her panties to the side. He thrust himself inside her with such force, the back of her head hit the brick wall behind her, squelching her cry as it reached her lips, making the sound barely audible.
Caradoc drove into Bellatrix over and over again with quick and urgent thrusts. His arm slipped upward on her chest until it was at the base of her throat. Bellatrix‘s initial reaction was to let it lay heavy on her throat. She arched her back, allowing her head to tilt back farther, welcoming the pressure and the heady sensation that accompanies lack of oxygen. She smiled, nearly laughed, for one brief moment; she was not so far gone, however, as to allow herself to be choked out. As erotic and inviting the thought was to her, common sense told her that the parking lot at the rear of a club, near an alley at two-thirty in the morning, in chilly November was not the prime spot to pass out in. So she flung her arms up and around his, pulling just enough to keep his arm steady on her chest. She could feel his muscles working beneath her fingers, contracting and releasing with the strength it took to hold her tight against the brick.
Caradoc brought his right hand up to Bellatrix’s face, palm on her cheek, fingertips in her hair, holding it back from her face. He leaned his forehead to hers. Her skin was warm under his touch, despite the constant wind that still blew around them. He wanted to see her- cheeks flushed, mouth open and inviting, eyes wide and nearly desperate. Their breathing was hard and shallow, and every so often, Bellatrix would clench her teeth, her lips spreading in a smile, eyes narrowing yet never breaking contact with Caradoc’s. He continued to pummel into her relentlessly, and she could no longer keep her eyes open. Her breathing was so shallow now that her chest appeared to alternate between fluttering and not moving at all. Her heart raced as the wings of a hummingbird, and she began to tremble, her entire body shuddering as if she had been submerged in ice water. Ludicrous when her body was nothing but flames. The core of the fire was in her belly, building and swelling. She thought she was close to burning, but was surprised as the heat within continued to rise. Her cry was high-pitched, nearly inaudible. Caradoc grunted in response, and then again a few seconds later, the sound bleeding into a moan. “Caradoc… don’t stop…” her voice started out small and breathless, but quickly rose in volume with each utterance. “Oh… Caradoc…Oh, God…Caradoc… Don’t stop! Oh, Don’t stop, baby! Please don’t stop!” she was all but screaming now and Caradoc’s moans grew louder, as well. She gripped his arm as if it were a life-saver, and Caradoc’s fingers tightened in her hair. He fought against his orgasm, which threatened to tear him in two. “Bellatrix,” he growled. He hadn’t realized he was practically on his toes, and he shifted his weight back, planting his feet on the ground. Bellatrix slid slightly with him, and the altered position had his cock hitting her g-spot at it’s most sensitive. Caradoc felt it, too, and they both cried out.
“GOD, YES! CARADOC! MMMM!”
“FUCK, BELLA! I’M GONNA… OOHH!”
They exploded at the same time, the fire consuming them, clinging to one another, shaking, throbbing, pulling, and biting anywhere they could. Their lips met in a kiss so fierce, Caradoc saw a blinding white light as he blew his second nut into Bellatrix. Her teeth pulled at his lip as she let out an animalistic growl. They continued kissing, as they came down from their orgasms, Caradoc’s pumps slowing, breathing returning to near normal. Caradoc slid out of her carefully, setting her feet on the ground gently.