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Plaything	By : the-purple-black Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 10536 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any character, setting or anything at all from the Harry Potter universe. I simply play with the beautiful characters that JK Rowling owns. I do not earn any money from my writing this story.

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Nymphadora stood in front of the small vanity mirror on the wall of her room, taking in every detail of her damaged face. Her pale skin laced with an intricate trail of bruises and small cuts. With a sigh the girl closed her eyes, concentrating her power as she slowly felt each cut and bruise disappear. As she opened her deep brown eyes to look back at herself in the mirror she jumped, though not because of her suddenly flawless skin—she was used to such magics—it was at the sight of the man suddenly stood in her doorway. She turned quickly, her hand going for her wand in her holster as she swallowed, trying to hide the fear on her delicate features.

“How did you get in here?” Dora narrowed her eyes, though as the man took a step towards her she couldn’t help but move back yet again.

“Through the door, Nymphie.” Rodolphus chuckled, his eyes scanning the length of her body.

“You know what I mean.” Dora glared “I—I didn’t hear you.”

“You have your party tricks, I have mine.” Rodolphus smirked, walking up to the witch and gently placing a hand on her hip.

“G—Get off of me.” Dora gripped onto her wand tightly, though was simultaneously frozen in her fear the man instilled in her.

“No, Nymphie.” Rodolphus smirked, pushing the woman up against the wall in one sudden movement as his spare hand gripped onto her wand hand “Let go of it.” The man growled in her ear, the hand that was previously on her hip slowly making its way under the hem of her thin cotton vest.

“N—No.” Dora squeezed her eyes shut, trying to twist her wrest out of the mans grasp though soon groaning in pain as dark magic coursed through her wrist. Her bones felt like they were on fire, the pain excruciating to her every nerve until finally she could no longer feel the piece of wood between her hands as it clattered to the floor.

“Good girl.” Rodolphus chuckled, his lips pressed to her ear lobe as his hand slowly inched up her vest.

“I—I’m not the one that p—put you in this mood! Take it out on Bellatrix, not me!” Dora cried, gritting her teeth as she felt the mans large calloused hand roughly groping at her right breast.

“Bella doesn’t scream anymore, Nymphie.” Rodolphus pouted, his fingers finding the girls nipple under his rough touch and twisting it suddenly, smirking at the girls gasp of pain as tears sprung to her eyes “See, Bella would laugh at that.”

“L—Leave me alone.” Dora gasped, screwing her eyes shut as the man suddenly grabbed a fist full of her hair in his spare hand, slamming her back against the wall as he pressed his lips to her harshly. His mouth exploring hers viciously as his tongue fiercely wrestled the woman’s own, a low groan vibrating on the woman’s lips. When he finally pulled away her face was streaked with tears, her hair pure white.

“No, Nymphie.” Rodolphus sighed dramatically, removing his hand from beneath her vest as he drew his wand. He smirked as Nymphadora’s eyes went wide as she watched every last movement his wand made. He rested his head casually on her shoulder, his hot breath on her neck “Defindo.” He murmured, pulling the witch closer in his excitement as she whimpered at her vest being split from her body. ”Shhh.” Rodolphus purred as he deceivingly gently pulled away the fabric of her ruined top. “You know,” Rodolphus smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pulled her off her feet “you are so much like Bella at your age . . .”

“You’re sick.” Dora chocked, gripping onto his shoulder as she tried and failed to push him away until he quickly dashed her head back against the wall. Dora groaned, her vision going fuzzy for a moment before she was near enough thrown to the bed. A grunt of discomfort left her lips as she gripped onto the corner of the bed to try and pull herself off of her stomach, yelling out as she felt Rodolphus dig his knee into the small of her back.

“Yes, yes I am.” Rodolphus purred, his wand trailing the length of her bare back as he expertly trailed the tip of his heated wand down her back, groaning in pleasure as he heard the soft whimpers of pain from the girl “Though, your Aunt is clearly the one to blame for that one.”

“I—”

“Shh.” Rod snapped, digging his wand into her back as his spare hand gently stroked her leg as it slowly inched higher and higher until he was stroking her inner thigh. He flipped her short skirt up over her pert ass, grinning at the small amount of white cotton covering his prize. He leaned forward, pressing his hips into her behind as he let his hand reach her most intimate areas, easily slipping past the cotton barrier. With a sudden thrust his fingers were soon inside her, a mewl of discomfort emitting from the witch as she tried to wriggle her hips away from the sudden intrusion though only succeeded in arousing the man further as he felt her core moving against him. “Mmm,” Rod purred, leaning his body forward as he pressed his lips against her neck deceivingly gently “you feel perfect.”

“P—Please—”

“Please what?” Rodolphus whispered, pressing heated kisses down the girl’s neck, the hand that wasn’t inside of the girl reaching around to roughly fondle her left breast “Please stop? Please don’t stop?” he chuckled at the girl’s scream as he roughly thrust multiple fingers into her without warning “You need to be more specific.”

“S—St—Stop.” Dora whimpered, her hands grasping onto the bed sheets tightly bunching in her hands.

“Getting bored?” Rodolphus sighed “Fine.” He suddenly withdrew his hands, pulling at the fabric of her knickers until they snapped off then ripping her small skirt from her body. He groaned at the sight of her shivering naked form beneath her before he flipped her onto her back. Her gaze was that of a small animal caught in a trap it was frantically trying to understand how to break free from to no avail, it only caused to arouse the man further.

“R—Rodolphus.” Dora gasped, watching him slowly taking his robes off he raised an eyebrow at her “P—Please don’t—I don’t—Ah!”

Her back arched up off the bed, a silent scream emitting from her as Rodolphus surged a Cruciatus curse through her naked vulnerable body, shaking in his own pleasure as he watched her writhe in pain. “Stop begging, Nymphadora.” Rodolphus grunted “It’s unbecoming of a young lady.” He released the curse, trailing his hands slowly down her pale flesh until he reached her thighs, his nails dug into her flesh so fiercely he drew blood before he wrenched her legs apart. The man smirked at the witch beneath him as he drank in her every feature, her facial features defiant though her hair a pure white still that gave away her immense fear. Rodolphus reached for her most sensitive area, his hand gently circling her clitoris as he watched the girl writhe beneath her with him sitting between her legs. “See, Nymphie.” Rodolphus whispered “You can enjoy this if you behave.”

“St—Stop that.” Dora squeezed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth as she tried to deny the pleasure the man was giving her.

Rodolphus shook his head, tutting to himself as he leaned down, slipping a finger inside of her as he continued his gentle caress. He kissed the girls neck, gently nibbling her pale flesh as he made his way down her writhing body. A cold smirk came over him as he watched Nymphadora’s face growing redder, her breathing more laboured as she thought against every instinct to buck up against him as he pressed his lips just bellow her navel. “Why would I stop? You seem to be enjoying yourself for once.” Rodolphus purred “Give in Nymphie.”

“I—Nngh!” Dora pressed her lips together, her eyes rolling back slightly as the man pressed his lips to wetness between her legs. The man expertly worked his mouth, using his tongue to lap at her growing wetness the vibration of his groans as he reacted to the squirming and mewling young witch vibrating in the most perfect way to push the girl over the edge. Though just as the man could feel her body tense as she was almost drawn over the edge of her climax a rough hand grabbed onto his hair, pulling in a quick sudden movement that managed to rip his head away from his goal.

Rodolphus growled, wrenching the woman’s hand off of him before he brought the palm of his hand crashing down to collide with Nymphadora’s face. “You little bitch!” Rodolphus glared “That’s how you repay me for servicing you like that? Here I was thinking you were enjoying yourself, you definitely seemed to be.”

Nymphadora gasped through her tears before she focused her dark eyes on the man still sat between her legs “Piss off.” She spat.

“No.” Rodolphus laughed as he entwined his left hand in the girl’s hair before pulling her up, crashing his lips against hers passionately, his right hand sneaking up around her waist to pull her body closer to his before he released a curse into her. The young witch writhed against him, her naked breasts pressed into his bare chest as he silenced her screams with his mouth. He let her writhe against him, the friction against his lap only causing him to grow harder as he finally couldn’t wait anymore, throwing her back onto the floor as he quickly summoned his wand “Incarcerous.” He groaned at the sight of the witch bound on the floor, eagerly moving to sit on the edge of the bed before grabbing her hair yet again to pull her to her knees. Rodolphus smirked, letting go when he was satisfied she would do nothing but glare at him defiantly through her tear rimmed eyes, stroking her red and white streaked wild hair out of her face deceivingly gently as he leant down to press a kiss against her forehead.

“I hate you.” Dora breathed.

“Mmm,” Rodolphus purred “that’s what makes it all the more fun.” With a deep sigh the man sat back on the bed, watching the woman shake as she tried to fight back tears whilst he removed his last piece of clothing, tossing his boxer shorts to the side before leaning back on the bed, resting on his hands as he watched the witch staring at his hardness in fright “You know what to do—and don’t try to bite this time, I was kind last time, I won’t be this time.”

“You beat me to an inch of my life! How is that kind!?” Nymphadora snapped, her chest heaving in rage.

“Yes,” Rodolphus grinned, only infuriating the woman further “but I beat you within an inch of your life, you also seem to forget that I healed you after a few hours—heaven forbid Bella loses her favourite toy,” Rod smirked as he imitated his wife’s childlike tease “if you try it again I’ll go find your ickle Teddy bear and beat him within an inch of his life.” He laughed “I mean; I’ll heal him again afterwards but won’t it be so fun to watch?”

Nymphadora shuddered, taking a deep breath before she adjusted herself as best she could before leaning forward, taking his length in her mouth and whimpering as her bonds were soon dropped. She reached up and clasped her hands around his length to try to avoid taking all of his length in at once, she knew how he could get and after a few moments of her sucking, licking and bobbing expertly she soon whimpered at Rod’s hands entwined in her hair.

“Stop trying to finish too quickly, love.” Rodolphus groaned “I enjoy watching you down there far too much to rush things.” He gritted his teeth to control his desire to simply pull her off and fuck her raw as pleasure pulsated through his body, groaning at the sensation “You are good, Nymphie.” Rodolphus groaned “Did you used to do this for your wolf before we put him down, hmm? Did he enjoy seeing you down on your knees as well? No—” Rodolphus yanked on her hair, pulling her back and forth on his length as the girl temporarily stopped in her rage “remember what I said, Nymphie.” Rodolphus chuckled as the girl continued, choking on her tears as she tried to continue “Oh Nymphie, your mouth is so . . . right.” He could feel himself ready to cum, reading to fill her hot mouth and let her choke and splutter on her seed as he had done in the past, though he had other plans for today. It took more will power than he could admit to though Rodolphus reluctantly let go of her hair and choked “Stop.”

Nymphadora pulled away, wiping her mouth and forcing herself not to spit on the floor as she closed her eyes to stop more tears. She knew he wasn’t done, though she was so almost free before she knew he was in one of his moods to prolong this for as long as he could today. She cringed as she felt the man gently grasp her hand, pulling her to his feet and onto his lap before he leant down and kissed her neck, his hot breath growling against her flesh.

“Are you going to behave today, Nymphie?” Rodolphus breathed, each of his hands digging nails into her bare ass, he could feel her trying to stop herself screaming, crying, yelling or snapping some defiant remark as he bit down hard on her shoulder as she gasped in pain “Answer me Nymphie. Are you going to be a good little girl today? Or am I going to find the cub?”

“I—I’ll behave.” Dora winced, grasping her hands onto his shoulders as she finally opened her eyes, his lust filled eyes meeting her own as she nodded “I promise.”

“Good girl.” Rodolphus smirked, kissing her surprisingly gently before laying back on the bed, ensuring the girl stayed put sat up on his legs as his fingers dug into her hips.

Nymphadora swallowed hard, taking a deep breath as they both moved to the centre of the bed. Rodolphus playfully raised an eyebrow at her, a permanent smug smirk on his lips as he nodded for the girl to carry out the task at hand. He let out a guttural moan as the woman lowered herself onto his throbbing manhood. She sat on him for a moment, resting her hands on his chest to gain her balance before she let her head fall, her mess of hair covering her tear stained face as she slowly rocked and grinded against the man. Her hips thrust against him, her eyes squeezed shut as Rodolphus reached his hands up to roughly fondle her breasts.

“Morph for me, Dora.” Rodolphus moaned, bucking his hips in rhythm with her own “Get that hair out of your face whilst you’re at it, you make the loveliest facial expressions when I’m inside you, I wouldn’t want to miss it, would I now?” Dora bit her lip, slowly morphing her breasts larger and her hair into a shorter, sleeker black as she tucked the stray strands behind her ears. “Good girl.” Rodolphus breathed, moving his hands to grasp back onto her hips, encouraging her to go faster and harder as he watched her pert breasts bouncing up and down. After a few moments of the girl grinding and thrusting against him the Death Eater let out a guttural growl, having enough of her pace as he flipped her over onto the bed without warning. She screamed in shock of the sudden movement as he came back down onto her, slamming his full length into her hard and fast without warning. He paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling of filling the girl entirely, reaching up to grasp onto her shoulders as he dug his fingers into her skin.

“You’re so wet, Nymphie.” Rodolphus chuckled, leaning down and kissing her neck “Did I excite you? Hmm?” Rodolphus growled as he roughly took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look directly into his eyes “Look at me when I fuck you, Nymphie.” He laughed as she clearly hated herself for doing as he asked, though as he moved his hand back to her shoulder she continued to look at him as he had asked. He pulled his length from her, waiting for a moment before he slammed back into her without warning, licking his lips as she gasped at the sudden force of the intrusion. He held her down firmly, thrusting as hard as he could as he slowly pulled almost all of the way out of her before each time slamming into her with force, each time watching the witch let out a restrained grunt at the movements. “You can enjoy this too, you know . . .” Rodolphus smirked, slowly reaching his hand down as he firmly pressed his lips to her own. He was soon kissing her with a fierce passion as his hand found itself between her legs, touching her most sensitive part with expertise as he chuckled against her lips through his fierce kisses as the woman tensed at the pleasurable feeling she was trying to deny. “Come on, Nymphie.” Rodolphus breathed, leaning down and kissing the girls neck, nibbling at her soft flesh.

Nymphadora gasped, writhing beneath the man to try and escape his touch though the friction of her movements only caused both his hand and hard member to cause more pleasure building up inside her. “P—Please.” Dora pleaded in her strained voice “I—I don’t want to.”

“You should be honoured, Nymphadora.” Rodolphus groaned, pressing down firmly on her clitoris as he watched her wince beneath him at the discomfort “I assume it’s been a long time since you’ve felt yourself climax, my dear—unless you’ve been touching yourself in the dead of night.” He hissed, stopping in his movements as she cringed at the thought “No pleasure, then?”

Dora shook her head furiously “J—Just get it over with—please.”

“Hmpf.” Rodolphus shrugged “How about this?”

Nymphadora screamed in pain as the fingers on her most sensitive area coursed with dark magic, sending an intensely focused Cruciatus into her as her resumed with rubbing her expertly—an intense mixture of pleasure and pain overcame the witch as soon he was working furiously. Her mind was clouded as Rodolphus Lestrange simultaneously thrust into her, crucio’d her and rubbed her in a way that if not for the intense agony it was causing surely would have sent her over the edge. It was all too much for the man, as he finally let go of the curse, his hands moving to grip firmly onto her sides as he gave one last thrust. His load spilled into her as she cried at the pain and shame of it all, the man falling on top of her as his weight pushed her into the sheets. Rodolphus let himself lay on top of the silently sobbing witch as he lazily kissed her shoulder, waiting for his breathing to finally calm before he used the last of his energy to roll off of her. Nymphadora stared at the ceiling, broken both emotionally and physically as she didn’t watch the man summon his clothes and dress as he watched her intently.

“Can you fix yourself, Nymphie?” Rodolphus asked in amusement “You look so beautifully broken though I’m sure Bella would have questions if you came to her like that tomorrow.” Rodolphus waited a moment before he rolled his eyes, summoning the girls discarded wand and throwing it onto her stomach “Can you fix yourself?” the man chuckled as she tenderly nodded her head, clearly unable or unwilling to speak. “Good.” He buttoned his robes, checking himself in the mirror to ensure he was presentable before walking back over to the bed, kneeling beside the witch as he leant down and gently stroked the sweat sodden hair from her face “Until next time.” Rodolphus kissed her temple tenderly, lingering for a moment before with a huff of laughter he left the witch to lick her wounds. Rodolphus took great pride and contentment in knowing that for all of the ways his wife had tried, he knew how to break Nymphadora Lupin—and by merlin did he have fun doing it.
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