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My Favourite Mistake	By : KittieMalfoy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2339 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-My Favourite Mistake
- 2-Halloween
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A/N: So I decided
to make this a sort of drabble series that I could post my Voldy/Bella
drabbles in whenever I actually write them. It�s not really a story, per se,
and it won�t be updated regularly, just when I finish a
drabble. Enjoy and review anyways!

WARNING: Smut, HET smut!
(cringes a little) Be nice, it�s my first time with
full-on het smut!

Drabble Two:

Halloween

The dull burn, that ache that stings until you can�t bear it
anymore � the feeling that Bellatrix couldn�t get enough of; the call of the
Dark Mark.

She always let the call linger for a few seconds so she
could feel the burn of her Master calling upon her, but didn�t dare hesitate
too long just in case the Dark Lord was not in a good mood. No matter where she
was or what she was doing, she�d be at this side instantly, bowing at his knee
and showering her Master with flattery of enormous proportions, though she knew
it would get her nowhere.

Bella had grown up in a family that was based all around
Pure-blood supremacy. Her parents encouraged her when she joined the Dark
Lord�s ranks, and she lapped up the attention and affection she received for
it. The moment she met Tom Riddle, she knew she�d never love a man as much as
she did him, not even her husband.

Tom Riddle was confident, strong, and most importantly,
powerful. He radiated a sense of power that sent electric shocks through
Bella�s very veins, tickling her senses and driving her wild.

When she became one of his closest inner-circle followers
was when the fun began. She remembered vividly one of her favourite nights, and
cherished the memory from then on, though it wasn�t her best memory.

Halloween night, a year before the Dark Lord�s downfall from
the backfired killing curse, Bella was summoned to her Master�s side yet again�

�My Lord, it is a glorious night for terror�� Bella purred
as she kneeled at the feet of the tall, handsome wizard she had followed for
five long years already.

Voldemort smirked down at the woman kneeling before him,
watching the candlelight glisten off her dark curls. Though you�d never hear
him admit it to anyone, he was quite enamored with this lovely, loyal mistress
who followed him so closely. Bella was his favourite play-thing, his most
prized toy, and how he loved to play.
�Stand, my dear Bella. Tonight is not one for terror at all�Tonight is for pleasure.� He whispered as the lithe
woman stood and looked up into his haunted eyes that once held great good
looks, but had been dulled by the evil he now possessed.

Bella�s knees shook with excitement as she stared up at her
Master adoringly, craving his closeness and needing his warmth. �My Lord�M-may
� may I kiss you?� she asked in a light whisper, trying hard not to show how
desperate and needy she was for him.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes as he studied the woman�s
expression carefully. She was excited, oh yes, but also very desperate for his
affection. He would make her crave him, want him, need him � then he would reward her if she did exactly as he asked
her. Lord Voldemort always rewarded his Death Eaters for a job well done, but
some rewards were reserved for his favourites.

�You may, Bella, but not yet. First, I want you unclothed,
but you cannot rush yourself. Slowly, or I�ll deny you what you want most; my
touch,� Voldemort said as he reached out a hand and brushed her cheek lightly,
smirking as her eyes slid closed and she leaned into his touch.

Bella lingered against his hand for a moment before taking a
step back, unfastening her cloak and letting it drop to the floor. She was
wearing a long, black dress that hugged her curves and displayed her well
endowed breast quite tastefully. �The zipper, my Lord�I cannot reach it
myself,� she said as she turned her back to display the long zipper down the
back of her dress to her Master.

Voldemort moved forward and reached out to slowly ease the
zipper down, letting his finger drag along the fabric all the way down her
back, stopping right above her bottom. She had not earned that yet. �It is
unzipped far enough. Off with it.�

Bella did as she was told, sliding her arms out of the
sleeves and letting in drop gracefully to the ground in a velvety pool around
her feet. She was not wearing a bra because the dress was support enough, but
she had enough decency to slip on some very lacy panties that just barely
covered the front, and exposed her backside quite nicely. As her back was still
to her Master, he got a full display of her naked backside. She quivered as she
felt his breath on the back of her neck.

�Such useless undergarments, Bella�It�d be better to leave
them off completely, yes?� Voldemort whispered in a silky voice as he lightly
fingered the lace band on the top of the skimpy panties. He smirked as she
trembled at his touch.

Bella tried to gather herself and not fall to the ground as
her knees felt weak at his touch. She knew if she was patient and did
everything she was told, she�d get what she wanted eventually. �Yes, my
Lord�You�ll never see the likes of them again,� she whispered in a shaky voice
as she began to slide the lace and silk panties down her thighs and let them
drop to her ankles, where she gracefully kicked them off to the side.

Voldemort grabbed her gently by the shoulders and spun her
around to face him, using his wand to send her clothing off to the side of the
room. He studied Bella�s beautiful naked body for a few moments before using
his index finger to trace her pouting bottom lip. He could feel her slipping
self control as she willed herself not to reach her tongue out and taste his
finger. He let his fingers trail from her lips, down the curve of her jaw, and
paused to caress the smooth skin of her pale neck. His hand moved further down
and slid down the valley between her supple breasts, feeling her pulse pounding
through her rib-cage. He paused at one hard, pink nipple, pinching and
soothing, then moving on to the other and repeating the actions. He felt his
own pulse quicken as he heard the quick gasps and strangled moans that she was
trying so hard to fight off and hide. She had controlled herself so well so
far; time for her first reward.

�You may kiss me now, Bella,� he whispered into her ear as
he continued to fondle and tease her nipples with both hands, now.

Bella was having extreme difficulty standing at the moment,
and nearly fell over from relief as she received permission to kiss her Master.
She stood on her tippy toes and pressed her soft lips to his, wanting to wrap
her arms around him but not daring to without permission. She let her tongue
glide across his bottom lip as a plea for entry, and slowly slid her tongue
into his mouth as he granted her access. He tasted like fine wine, and sweet
nectar. She felt herself go weak in the knees once more as he began to kiss her
back, sliding his tongue against hers and deepening the kiss as he pulled her
forward, closer to him. She would have surely fallen to her knees if not for
his arms wrapping securely around her waist, holding her up and close to him.
She wanted to wrap her arms around him, run her hands through his dark hair,
feel his taught muscles underneath his robes, and it was driving her mad.

�You may touch me, Bella�� he whispered finally, finding
himself unable to hold off any longer. Even someone with as much self control
as himself had a breaking point, and he had finally reached his.

Bella almost cried with relief as she wrapped one arm around
him and ran her other hand through his dark, smooth hair. She continued to kiss
her Master, pressing herself as close to him as she could and feeling his
arousal press into her nether regions.

Voldemort pulled away from the kiss, yanking Bella�s head
back by the hair roughly, but not too painfully. He started to kiss and suck on
her neck, running his tongue all over the smooth skin as she moaned and
squirmed against him.

�Please, my Lord�Take me�� Bella whimpered as she reached
down and pressed her palm to the bulge in her Master�s robes. She wasn�t
usually this forward or brave, but she could tell he was just as hot as she was
and probably wouldn�t mind being handled a bit.

If Voldemort hadn�t been so worked up by then, he probably
would have pushed Bella away and punished her, but he was too far gone to care
about obedience now. All he wanted was her, and that�s what he would have.

In one swift movement, Bella was pushed up against the wall,
breathing heavily as Voldemort waved his wand and magically unclothed himself.
He was still fairly young, and his body was muscular and lean. Bella would
argue that he was the most beautiful monster she�d ever seen.

Bella crashed her lips against his,
pulling him so close that she could hardly tell where she ended and he began.
His skin was smooth and warm, almost fitting together with Bella like a puzzle
piece. She could feel his hard length pressed into her thigh and she longed to
feel it inside her.

Voldemort reached a hand down and twirled a little length of
short, neatly groomed pubic hair around his finger. Bella pushed her hips
forward to try to coax him lower. Since he was in such a good mood, he decided
to reward her with a bit of teasing. He let a single finger trace the moist and
hot skin around her sex, dipping a finger in and smirking at her strangled
moan.

�Patience, Bella, and you shall be rewarded�� Voldemort
whispered into his ear, letting his tongue tickle her earlobe before pulling
away.

Bella trembled at the warm breath and wet tongue against her
ear, trying to press herself closer to Voldemort�s hand. �Yes, Master�� She
knew sex with the Dark Lord was long and torturous, but also amazingly
wonderful and worth every last minute of teasing.

Voldemort had finally had enough of the teasing himself and
lifted Bella by the hips, pushing himself into her warm cavern and groaning
pleasurably. He rocked his hips after he was as far in as he could go,
soliciting a breathy moan from the beautiful woman.

Bella�s entire body trembled as she was impaled on her
Master�s full length, pushing her hips down to meet his thrusts. Her back
arched as her clit was continually stimulated by their extremely close contact,
making her writhe as she bit into her plump lower lip. �Yes, oh fuck! Harder,� she hissed, trying to
gain a bit more control of the situation by pushing herself forcefully down.

Any other time, Bella�s demands would have gotten her a Cruciatus or two, but Voldemort was too
far gone to care about her insolence. He sped up his thrusts, pounding Bella
into the wall as his fingers bruised her milky hips. He could feel the flame of
orgasm filling his stomach and tugging at his balls, making him thrust harder
and faster.

Bella was continually moaning as she was fucked into the
hard, cold wall behind her, not caring how rough her Master was being. She let
out a high pitched squeal of euphoria as her toes curled in orgasm, her sex
contracting around her Master�s cock.

Voldemort thrust two more times before the tight pressure of
Bella�s orgasm pushed him over the edge, his seed spilling into the warmth
around his throbbing member. He let out a satisfied grunt as he leaned heavily
against the dark haired woman, his strength slowing regaining as he pulled his
softened cock out of his loyal Death Eater. He moved away, letting Bella slide
down the stone wall in a pleasured heap.

�You�re dismissed, Bella. Make it quick, I have things to
do.�

Bellatrix caught her breath and pulled herself up, gathering
her discarded clothes from the other side of the room and slipping them on. She
walked over to her Master, who was standing with his hand resting on the back
off his armchair, still fully nude. She moved around and tried to kiss him, but
he turned his head and she kissed his cheek instead. Bella frowned, but didn�t let
her Master see it as she moved towards the door. �Goodbye, my Lord��

Voldemort didn�t turn around or even indicate that he had
heard Bellatrix, his body warm and sweaty, shining in the candlelight.

Bellatrix turned on the spot,
Apparating to her Mansion, which felt cold and empty compared to the clutches
of her Master�s arms. She slid down the wall of her bedroom, tears cascading
down her cheeks as she wept. �I love you�� she whispered, wishing more than
ever that she could have said it to her Master and heard it whispered in
return.

~~~

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