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Devoured	By : Sionnain Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2416 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: This is the second in the series, following "Defiled". The final installment is "Disturbed."

Devoured

�But for some, Murder is the only door thru which they enter life.��Tom Waits, Murder in the Red Barn

�Mosmorde.�

The sky is burning.

The Mark hangs over the house, and it is sinister and bright in the inky blackness of the night sky. A serpent spills from the mouth of a skull; the snake is entwined around it like a lover.

He pushes her into the grass, and it is cold and wet beneath her. As they grasp each other frantically, he whispers harshly in her ear, �the Aurors will be here soon.�

She is flushed and writhing restlessly on the ground, her eyes bright, skin heated and flushed. Her body hums with the aftermath of power, the energy crackles in the air around her. She never feels more alive than she does when she brings death.

He takes her mask off, his hands hurried in his haste to strip her. Her hands grip his dark hair, and she pulls until he hisses from the pain. She leaves his mask on; she likes the look of his dark eyes burning bright in the cold, blank whiteness of the mask.

Possessed of dread intent, they had stalked through the night to the small cottage nestled in the sleepy English countryside. The owls had screeched as they observed the silent progress of the masked figures, but those inside the house did not interpret the sign as the warning it was. Nocturnal predators recognize their brethren; the owls know those who hunt at night.

Bellatrix digs her nails into his shoulders when he shoves her robes up, desperate to caress her flesh that is warm and pulsing with energy. They had stared at each other over the screams of their victims�a macabre symphony for their deadly dance and a potent aphrodisiac. She knew they would take each other when they were finished, knew that when she looked into his burning dark eyes. She smiles under him as he pulls at her knickers, and she cants her hips up so he can remove the material. He slides his palm over her and scratches her thighs with his short nails. His rough caress leaves red weltson her porcelain skin; she is enthralled by the sight as she always is. She twists under him and moans, her breathing rapid in her escalating excitement.

She does not know why the Dark Lord wanted them killed, those who lived in the cottage and fell under the Dark Lord�s orders. She does not care. He has given her power, and her blood sings with the dark knowledge that runs in her veins. She does his work, and it fuels her lust; for pain and blood and death�and for the man who is even now tearing his robe off in his hurry to possess her.

She would prefer to lie beneath him next to their victims, but they had to leave the house. The Aurors will come soon---will they come before me? The thought causes her throaty laugh to sound rich and beautiful in the night.

�Be quiet,� he snarls at her. His voice is thick with lust and excitement. She is triumphant that she has brought him to this�he will dominant her in the grass but she has dominated him in his mind, as he has thought of her since their night on the altar and has yearned to take her again. She knows this and delights in the knowledge.

�Make me,� she snarls back, and is delighted when he claps his hand over her mouth. She hears the screech of the owl and wraps her legs around his waist as he shoves two fingers inside her, making her arch her back and moan against his hand.

I have been the predator, and I now I will be the prey. And we will both be devoured.

He laughs low in his throat as he pushes his trousers down. His black cloak lies next to them on the ground, and he tears his mask off even though he knows she would like it otherwise. She bites at his hand in protest, and he growls, �I am not here for your pleasure, Bellatrix. It makes no difference to me if you like it or not.�

This makes her body melt around him, and he smiles cruelly and withdraws the fingers he has been taunting her with relentlessly. She knows that he lies�her pleasure in her domination is what makes the game exciting. If he wishes to take those who have no pleasure in the act, he would look elsewhere. He likes it that she craves what he can give her, it makes it that much more horrifying.

A sound breaks through the darkness as he moves between her legs, and their eyes meet. They still for a moment as the voices drift over to where they lie sprawled in the grass.

�Is there anyone left alive?� The voice belongs to a Ministry Auror; full of tiredness and exhaustion.

�No,� a second Auror answers in disgust. �They�ve set up the Dark Mark, see.� She imagines him pointing to the symbol glowing clear and proud in the sky above them. It marks their kill, and she is thrilled that it glows over their frenzied coupling. She pulls at him to continue, to take her. He thinks he is in control, but he should know better. They are at the mercy of their lust and of each other.

Rodolphus thrusts hard, and she has to bite his hand to keep from screaming. His body pounds into her as if he knows she is triumphant in her success even as she lies supine beneath him. The thought both enrages and arouses him, and he grinds remorselessly into her body.

The Aurors are circling the house now, their voices carrying easily in the slight breeze.

�This is the second attack this week,� the first Auror says. �All alone out here. We�d warned the Kineans they might be targets, and yet they insisted on staying out here in this godforsaken countryside with no neighbors for kilometers.�

She feels the grass beneath her as he takes her, his hands pulling at her breasts, her hair, anywhere he can reach. �If they find us, we�re on our way to Azkaban,� he says before running his tongue around the sensitive shell of her inner ear. Her hands tear at the grass beneath her, and she feels the earth shred under her grip and wishes it was his flesh.

She bucks against him, searching for the pleasure that is waiting. She closes her eyes as his body moves frantically inside her. �You like that, do you? The danger�.� He whispers. He takes his hand off her mouth; he wants her to answer him.

�Yes�� she moans, her voice a hiss in the night.

He bites her, and she knows he has drawn blood, feels it trickle warmly down her neck. She turns her head to offer him better access, wanting more.

�Do you think they�re still here?� The Aurors have left the house and are walking the perimeter.

He quickens his pace inside her and lowers his face to hers. Not to kiss her�that would be a betrayal of what they were and why they were entwined together on the ground�but to offer his neck for her to mark. She does, and he stiffens and spills himself inside her when she breaks his skin.

�I daresay they�re far away by now,� the first Auror says, wearily. �I don�t imagine they�d be daft enough to stick around, do you? I suppose it�s worth a look, though.�

His hand moves down her body. �Poor Bella,� he purrs. �I�ve left you unsatisfied, haven�t I? And they�ll be here any moment,� he says maliciously, his fingers skirting over her clitoris, making her tighten her hands in the folds of his shirt and thrust against his teasing fingers.

�I should leave you here, panting and breathless,� he says, his fingers moving faster on her, �after all, I know how much you like an audience�I remember, Bella, how much you liked it on the altar��

He has a dark, rich voice, and it is languid with satisfaction, yet there is an undercurrent of vicious excitement that she hears underneath. �Do you want me to stop, so that we can get dressed and return to our Master�s side, to bask in his praise? Or�� he slips one finger inside of her, still rubbing her mercilessly, �shall I make you come?�

She makes an incoherent noise, staring at him.

�Do you want to know what I think?� he whispers, sliding his fingers over her, inside her, in a maddening rhythm. �I think you would come even if they found you lying naked and wet on the grass. Would you, Bella?� His voice is as insistent as his fingers.

�Hurry, Bellatrix, they�ll be here at any moment,� he says, and then laughs as she glares through her obviously mounting pleasure. �I don�t wish to be caught; after all, I�ve had my pleasure of you. Still, I wouldn�t want to suffer our Master�s wrath for leaving you here. I suppose I shall have to Apparate us both back, just like this�you spread out on your back with my fingers inside you, and you can come again for them all to see.�

She cries out as she comes, and he removes his hand with a smug smile. He pulls her cloak down and turns his back on her to grab his cloak and his mask. They are gone quickly, and just in time.

When the Aurors arrive, they find nothing unusual in the area, and they leave soon after to report another instance of
death carried out by Voldemort�s Death Eaters. They do not hear the insistent screeching of the owl, and they do not see, in the dark, the torn fabric left behind in the grass.

And in the sky the Dark Mark burns, bright and terrifying, until dawn.
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