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Fire Burn; and Cauldron Bubble	By : shelleyrusalki Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4364 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Bellamort/Cissatrix. Harry Potter and its world and characters belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from playing with her characters.

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I guess this is a good mixture of some Bellamort and Cissatrix.. So be prepared for both types of Smut. A drastic change from my usual fluffy-dark fic attempts, and inspired by movie sequences.

“If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.”

â€• Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.”

â€• Virginia Woolf, Orlando

She stared at him from across the room, her viscera clouding with want, and inside her darkness he did glow. Like an albino peacock, he was no less majestic despite the loss of the features that she had known him for in the years gone by.

"As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix... I must be the one to kill Harry Potter." He affirmed, but he did not hold eye contact.

A creeping wetness began to seep, but she was tentative to haunt the need.

A room full of other Death Eaters had stopped her from reaching beneath the table and grabbing at her cunt before, all she had to do was look around the room and feel a sudden disgust at who had the gall to sit there with faces awash with their unworthy pride.

The Dark Lord would always twist himself from her affections, it seemed, as all the sane ones did before him.

This time, was a different time for many things. They were all so close in finding the wretched half-blood. To fufilling her master's preeminent desire. Satisfying his most important need. Perhaps, after, he would find time for others that were of much less importance. She was teetering on the edge, and eyes flittered over her as she bowed her head low to the only source that could draw such acquiesce from her.

As he walked by, she would often wriggle in her seat to continue her gaze. Willing him to fixate on her, to shower her with his most secret desires and promises.

He would sometimes brush his fingers along her back, as he passed. He would even run his fingers through her hair on some delightful occasions where reach permitted, and always where none could witness.

If she had been good, he had stood behind her throughout meetings, his presence burning through her chair and into her back, with a hand on her shoulder, and with his thumb pressuring into spaces where none could see.

Bellatrix knew that these showings of affection where few and far between, and enough to keep her sweet, but she still took them for signs of a requited want. If only she could kill the boy, and be done with the whole ridiculous thing. She had never completely understood why her master had to do the deed himself, especially when the muddy thing had been squealing around her legs like a little pig, just begging for death, on numerous occasions now.

As inferior as his attempt at the Cruciatus Curse had been, Potter had gotten to her in a strange way that only her Lord had done so before, although she would never admit it. A part of her had let it through almost willingly. Perhaps, it was just that his wand was related to her Lords, as he now began to explain to them all. A curse with righteous meaning would never hurt her for long, but it had hurt. Just like the flash of guilt that had coursed through her at killing her cousin, the last with the Black family name. The guilt was quick, and it pierced, but then it was gone.. and she was quick to no longer care. She was quick to note a number of things, but there was something about the boy that she couldn't quite place her finger on. Though, it mattered not. She was as desperate as ever to have her knife at his throat, to tear it to ribbons, and to have his cadaver wrapped in a pretty little bow before presenting it to Him. She now, also, held the hankering of owning the boy's wand - how truly delicious that would be.

With the help of a snivelling Snape, they were nearing their ends now. At their climax would come a new and heightened beginning.

Her Lord wavered behind her, seeking Lucius' wand for his new replacement. The dark witch had no need to offer hers, as she knew that he would never ask for it. She had power that he sought, it was weaker than His but a different flavour, and it was a power that exceeded every other witch and wizard who seated themselves here.

She was powerless against Him, and his touch, and they both knew it.

She yearned for it so, and with the constant threat of Legilimens that His presence held, she knew that if the fancy took him then she would find it most difficult to resist him seeing her thoughts of feral activity. A mental mind fuck creeped into her thoughts.

Looking sideways to her sister, Cissy had turned to stone as their Master culled her husband's wand from his grip. Her sentiments were often placed in such foolishness; it was Lucius' own stupidity that had him in the firing line once more. He now reeked of fear, and it was a marvel to behold.

The Dark Lord seated himself down once more at the head of the table, with new wand in hand. She wondered why she had not been asked to sit at his right side today, but she guessed that he could sense her craze in peaking. Bellatrix would often hold her gaze to him at meetings such as this, and today was no different, as she realised that her legs were being clawed at with the rakings of her frustration.

She knew that it was disgusting for a woman of her status, and her nobility, but she knew that he found his control with keeping her on the edge. Sometimes she could stand it no more, and would have to touch her heat and laden it with future covenant, and ignore that she was surrounded by such beauty, and such undeserving filth.

Her talons began to snag at her stockings, making holes amongst enchanting anger. It would not do. That her Dark Lord did not seem to know of her perversion; it would not matter. She ached for her breasts to be touched, for teeth to pluck at her nipples, and for hands to squeeze and pull in rough delight. Oh, and how they hardened at each devilish thoughts that entered her mind.

The Dark Lord had penetrated her mind before, and whilst watching him sauntering around the table in his usual gallant prowess, she remembered the night he had her by the throat, after the failure in the Department of Mysteries. He had known that her only business was to distract, which she had fufilled, on top of wounding The Order's morale at the murder of her cousin. It was Lucius who had failed in his duties.

Still, her Lord had seen the flicker in her eye at the Unforgivable Curse that the boy had directed at her back. He had known instantly that she had briefly wanted for him to inflict it on her some more. He had not known right then that the impact of the brat's spell, as weak as it had been, had a certain taste that she knew well enough to make her stomach flutter.

Sitting at her seat, which was wedged so far to the table that it pressed against her stomach, she found her hidden slender fingers soothing the tender marks on her thighs. She remembered how hot His breath had felt against her neck, and how she had shivered as each Crucio were tantalised to her chest in their unrelenting thrusts. She had not screamed out as most did for him, and instead stifled herself into laboured breathing, and it was then she felt the rewards of just how hard he was against her.

The memory gave way for a quiver in the pit of her stomach, and she felt her honey ooze once more. She dared to move her skirts up higher, as her eyes darted around the room. No-one else was looking her way, instead all with attentions directed at the Dark Lord. She taunted her core with fingers so close, and then clamped down. Once there, she would not have the will to move them, and the delicate touching that ensued, delicate touching left for none but Him, made her throw herself forward over the table.

Bella, the crazy witch, always twitched and bucked involuntarily, so no-one would suspect the dance that ensued from beneath the table. Her head lay still against it for a few moments, as she ran her finger up her dampened slit, and then she managed a small compure to sit up a little more and continue listening to her Lord's voice.

She knew that her lips were reddening, and she hastened to enjoy a few bites at them. Her Lord continued with his instructions, his voice vibrating a low hum within her. If anyone suspected, they would not dare to say a thing, and the growing confidence led her to apply better pressures to the motions her fingers were ensnared within.

Suddenly, an unexpected coolness slapped at her warmth of her hands. Immediately, moving her own to the side, she looked for a moment to her intruder, Cissy, who remained motionless beside her oblivious husband, seeming to listen intently to the the Dark Lord. Cissy was very perceptive and clever, but she was cold. Perhaps this made it easy for her to sense her sister's ways of boiling over. Bellatrix was not embarassed, for her sister knew her better than most; her carnality and pruriency had been witnessed many times before.

She had not expected the coolness to remain, but she dared not look back at her. Instead, she sensed Cissy's hand feel at the gashed surfaces that her own talons had left. For this, she did feel shame, for it was evidence that she had to stoop so low as to hurt herself to gain control. It showed a certain weakness that left a bad taste in her mouth.

Instead of holding her own hand still with comforts, as she had been waiting for, the calming touch snaked up to her core and dipped in at the wetness to taste, and the strangeness of it began a new excitement. Her undergarments where clothed in lace, and so it was easy to feel the ice begin to stroke, in such a newly loving manner, at her entrance. Bellatrix was curious as to what her sister was up to, but she found her body welcoming the strange touch by widening her legs. The softness was inviting, and it was something she had never felt before. The fight to stop herself from arching her back for more was almost caustic.

Bellatrix pushed her mind back to her lord as he spoke, and her sister's fingers flourished with a fleeting furiosity against her. She desperately needed His eyes to be locked above her, it was His hands that she ached to play against her, and to have the need He must have endured and ignored often; the need she desperately wanted to be satisfied within her.

She felt Cissy curl her hand round and into the depths of her lace, and begin to push themselves through her hair which was tangled in moisture. Bellatrix kept her breath low and steady, until her clit was found and squeezed, and she moaned loudly.

Cissy's movements stopped abruptly, but it seemed the dark witch's noise was coated by the sound of laughter from the table. Laughter at the idea of the Hogwarts teacher having want of noble-blooded witches and wizards to mate with muggles.

Her sister still stalled, and the animal rearing its ugly head inside Bellatrix decided that she would not have her start something in which she would not finish. She opened her legs wider still, and grabbed at Cissy's fingers to work them herself, and have her dare to get started again.

Sitting further back in her chair; her sister did dare. She squeezed and rubbed at her clit with two fingers, with the others, less capable, left to dance at her opening. Teasing, her. How she wished that her Lord would do the same, rub his cock against her cunt for a while before plunging it inside her. He could direct any curse at her he desired whilst she was in this state. Although she wanted Cissy to give her the violent immersion she so craved right now; she would have her Lord fill her up and stretch her wide. She would not care if he ripped her, if it meant having him feel the sensations she did right now, all because of her, with her want pulsating and embroiled around his need.

Fingers continued to rub at her clit, and it was just the right hard pressure that Bellatrix needed. Her breathing quickened, but she was careful to watch just how fast her chest rose and fell infront of those that were around them. Her cheeks had flushed red, her breasts had engorged, and her eyes fluttered as she brought her own hand up to one, squeezing lightly, and quickly, before having it fall away to the excuse of adjusting her corset. She could feel her juices flowing over her sisters hand as her need began to peak.

"Avada Kedavra!" Her Dark Lord shouted, and a flash of green light sped across the table to towards the teacher of Muggle Studies.

All eyes that were in the room were now on Nagini, as she opened her mouth wide to devour the disgusting carcass. The dark witch closed her eyes and pushed her hips forward, as Cissy continued to please her sister in the way she needed most, and seemed to be very good at motioning her patterns to hit all of her right notes. Not with thinking, but purely because she needed a better edge to fall from, Bellatrix had her hand in her sister's lap now and was curious as to how turned on she was.

On discovering that her sister's panties had been soaked right through with her own moisture, it brought a shuddering from Bellatrix that she could not control. The movements of Cissy's fingers slowed, as she let her sister ride out an amorous phantom against her touch. The feeling drew fireworks from the dark witch, as she felt her release erupt inside of her, throbbing from the pit of her stomach into whimpers silenced by teeth clamped down on her bottom lip. Bellatrix could taste blood, but the whimpers would have been screams, had they been alone.

Had they been alone, it would not have happened.

The dark witch glared at Cissy, and slapped her sister's hand away.

The Dark Lord looked much more beautiful to her than he had ever done before, and she wanted nothing more than to be enveloped in his arms right now, with his predatory marks of ownership addorning her skin.
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