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Message in a Bottle

Chapter 2

B.L. L.L. 02/13/98

“Ready?” Scorpius asked.

Hugo looked at him. “Yes, you coming?”

“No.” Scorpius shook his head and smirked. “I’ve seen it.” He set the empty vial on a shelf under the pensieve. “This one tonight, a more… intense one maybe tomorrow and then… and then we’ll talk about that other one.” He inclined his head toward the box on the shelf. He smirked. “In you go.”

Hugo nodded and smiled at his love, then he bent and stuck his head in the pensieve.

The hallway was dark. Draco, a glass of warm milk in his hand and biscuits in his pockets, was making his way back to his room. Hugo followed close behind. Draco ascended the stairs, and at the third landing he stopped. A light was coming from the partially open door of his aunt’s room. He crept closer, and as he approached he heard her talking to an unseen person. Hugo heard, too.

“You have a certain charm I find appealing. If you serve me well, satisfy my appetites, your stay here will be pleasant. If not…” There was a stifled wail from the room. Draco looked through the crack of the open door and he saw Luna Lovegood, paralyzed from the Cruciatus curse, hovering naked in the center of the room. His aunt was pointing her wand at the willowy blonde. She released the curse and Luna fell to the floor.

Hugo had known his personal preferences in romantic companionship since he turned nine, but that didn’t stop him from appreciating the sight before him. His opinion was that just because he had his particular tastes, it didn’t mean he couldn’t admire the other choices on the menu. The young Luna Lovegood, now Scamander, was breathtakingly beautiful. Hugo chose to step through into the room while Luna rose to her feet.

Bellatrix Lestrange was dressed in a black lace merry widow. A garter belt and fishnet stockings completed her outfit. The tall boots she normally wore were tucked under the chair her robes were piled on. She was magnificent and terrifying. “That was pain,” she said, “This is pleasure. Orgasmus!”

An entirely different cry came from Luna as she doubled over and clutched at herself. Her breathing became a panting squeak, and her whole body flushed. In spite of himself, Hugo found that this aroused him tremendously. She really was beautiful when she came, and she was still coming. Bellatrix held the curse on Luna for more than five minutes. She writhed, and gasped, and cried. She begged for it to stop and for it never to stop. She cried to god, she cried to the devil, and she shook and quivered on the floor until she lost consciousness.

Bellatrix laughed. The sound quelled any arousal Hugo had begun to have. It was the laugh of the truly unhinged. This woman is completely insane, he thought in wonder. It rang through the room, a high tittering that evolved into the screeching cackle of the damned. Hugo was about to stuff his fingers in his ears when Luna began to stir and the laughter stopped.

“Did you like that, little blood traitor?” The dark-haired woman knelt and caressed the blonde girl’s cheek.

Luna didn’t respond. She was regarding Madam Lestrange with a curious look. Hugo recognized that look; he’d been on its receiving end. Luna Scamander was, second to his mother, the smartest person Hugo knew. He recognized her analytical stare for what it was, but Bellatrix did not. “It doesn’t matter if I liked it or not,” she said. “You will do what pleases you no matter what I say.”

Bellatrix looked momentarily stunned at the more than thoughtful answer, and then she laughed again. “You and I will have such a good time.” She smiled to herself. “Or at least I will. None of the others are intelligent enough to understand me.” She caressed Luna’s cheek again. “You, my pale waif, you I can teach.” She stepped to the bed and sat. “Come over here.”

Luna stood and walked across the room to stand in front of Bellatrix.

“So beautiful, so pale, so perfect, such a pity,” She said as she ran her finger over Luna’s breasts. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Madam Lestrange.”

“Not after tonight,” said Bellatrix with a harsh voice. She ran her hands over Luna’s breast, and then leaned forward to capture one nipple in her mouth while she slid her right hand down Luna’s waist, across her hips, and into the soft blonde curls she found there. Bellatrix looked up and smiled. “You’re wet.”

“That’s not surprising given the previous charm and the current stimulation, Madam Lestrange.”

“Call me Bella, but only when we’re alone… Luna.” She drew her finger expertly across Luna’s clit and small squeak sounded from Luna’s throat. “Oh, I’ll show you so much, my pet, so very much.” She started sliding her fingers through the soft, wet folds, scissoring them over the hardening nub. Luna was breathing harder, and a flush was creeping down her chest. She threaded her fingers in Bellatrix’s hair and moaned loudly. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes, Bella, that would be pleasant. Oh… There… Oh, yes.” She shuddered and chirped pants sounded from her throat as she came again.

“Excellent, you respond very well.” Bellatrix scooted up onto the bed, lay back against the head board, and spread her legs. “Come, show me what you know.”

Luna, with her calm, curious expression, crawled onto the bed and lowered her face to Bellatrix’s pussy. Hugo moved to the head of the bed so he could watch. He was starting to enjoy this again in a way, and it disturbed him. He was committed to Scorpius and wouldn’t have it any other way, but watching these two women was having an undeniable effect on him. It compounded when Luna drew her tongue expertly across Bellatrix’s clit. The older woman gasped and heaved under her when Luna started slowly circling her tongue.

“You know more than you let on,” Bellatrix said breathily.

“I am Ravenclaw, I have studied, Bella,” Luna responded and resumed.

Bellatrix gasped. “Fingers, fingers, use your fingers.”

Luna slid one, and then a second finger into Bellatrix and twisted them side to side.

“Oh, fuck!” Bellatrix nearly shouted. “Yes, like that. Oh, fuck.” Her head thrashed back and forth as Luna relentlessly tongued and fingered. “Now, one in my arse, go on. Now, do it now.” And she bellowed when Luna did.

Bellatrix came in the same manner she did everything, wildly, with a crazed abandon. She pressed down on the back of Luna’s head to hold her in place while she bucked and shouted and rolled completely off the bed. They landed with a thump on the floor but Luna apparently never stopped her work for Bellatrix soon was begging her to stop.

Luna raised her head, and with the same grin Hugo had seen on other, not quite similar occasions, asked, “Was that acceptable?”

Bellatrix laughed her unhinged cackle. “Acceptable? Merlin, child! When you are properly trained…” She sat up, stood, pulled Luna to her feet, and shoved her onto the chair in the corner of the large room. “I am going to show you a few things now, little blood traitor. Oh yes,” She pushed Luna back and in one long lick dragged her tongue from Luna’s knee to her blonde-covered pussy. “Spread,” she commanded.

Luna hesitantly opened herself to Bellatrix. The older woman knelt and used her nose to separate Luna’s folds, and then savagely attacked the hood of Luna’s clit with her tongue. Bellatrix had very obvious talent, for Luna was soon moaning and twisting. “Oh my, Bella,” she said as she panted. “You are very skilled, oh, oh god!” Luna tried to look down at Bellatrix but her eyes would not stay open or focused. She shivered and quaked as Bellatrix took her to the edge four times before granting her a screaming orgasm.

Bellatrix crawled up Luna’s body and kissed her, sharing her own taste with her. “I’ve had to be resourceful for a long time. Rudolphus is a eunuch, the Dark Lord prefers his most trusted not have… baser urges, so he castrated him years ago. That’s why he, and Thorfin, and McNabb, and the others are so large.”

“But he trusts you more than anyone,” said Luna.

Bellatrix kissed her forcefully. “Thank you. Yes, I am his most trusted, but he keeps me whole for… his own amusement.”

“You have lain with Him?”

“No, he has never to my knowledge mated, but he enjoys watching me, so I remain.” Her eyes took on an even more haunted look. “As you have personally experienced, the Dark Lord can enter your mind at will. He enjoys the feminine perspective for reasons he keeps to himself, but I am more than happy to oblige. Perhaps that is why he gelds his males.” She laughed as she reached for her wand. “Lucius, pig that he is, never requested the honor. No wonder the Dark Lord disdains him.” She looked at Luna and held up her wand. “Who do you fancy?”

“What do you mean, Bella?”

Bellatrix looked at her sharply. “Don’t be coy with me, who would you choose to be your lover?”

“Of anyone?”

“Yes.”

Luna considered for a moment. “Of anyone, it would be Professor Snape.”

“Severus?” Bellatrix laughed. Hugo saw, for a brief few seconds, a normal, curious woman look out from under those heavily-lidded eyes. “Why Severus?”

Luna smiled. “My first year at Hogwarts was not as pleasant as it could have been. I was visiting Madam Pomfrey for a dose of Pepper Up, as someone had stolen the blanket from my bed, when Professor Snape entered. The front of his trousers was smoking. It seems Neville had made a bad potion and it exploded all over Professor Snape’s front. I went unnoticed, as I often do, while Madam Pomfrey applied a salve to the professor’s injuries. He seemed to enjoy her application of the salve to his member a great deal.”

“I’m sure he did, The Dark Lord has kept him whole as well for some reason.” Bellatrix shook her head in obvious distaste and confusion, and then she laughed. “Very well. Penia Duplius Severus Snape!” she intoned. Her wand swelled and lengthened. A ruby red helmet shape formed on the end and gradually a very lifelike representation of Snape’s most intimate part solidified around Bellatrix’s wand. It was almost eight inches long, two across, and had a slight curve. Bellatrix waved her hand over the cock in her other hand and said, “Lubris.”

“Lie back, Luna.”

“But I…”

“Lie. Back.”

Luna reclined with a frightened look on her face.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to torture you,” she chuckled to herself. “Well, maybe a little, but you’ll like it.” She appraised the wand cock. “Severus certainly has some… interesting attributes.” The wand cock pressed against Luna’s opening. “Relax, it will be pleasurable. I’m not one dimensional; I enjoy giving pleasure as much as I like dealing pain.” The wand cock slid into Luna an inch. “You see.”

Luna panted and squirmed in the chair as Bellatrix stroked her clit and slid the wand cock in further. Slowly and with surprising delicacy she pushed until she felt it stop against the entrance of Luna’s womb. As slowly as she had inserted the wand cock she withdrew it and slid it in again. Luna gasped. After a few more thrusts Bellatrix and Hugo could tell that she was definitely not in any pain.

“Now,” Bellatrix said and withdrew the wand cock from Luna. A small disappointed sigh escaped the younger woman. Bellatrix smiled and cupped Luna’s cheek. “Don’t worry; Severus will be right back. Go over and lie on the bed.” As Luna moved to the bed, Hugo followed. Bellatrix performed a wordless incantation and the wand cock attached itself to a leather belt that had appeared around her waist. She knelt on the bed, positioned herself between Luna’s legs, and slid the wand cock back into her. “This is how he would have fucked you. You wanted it that day, didn’t you?”

“I was very young.”

“Didn’t you?” Bellatrix said more forcefully.

“Yes,” Luna said in a low, lusty whisper, and then moaned loudly as Bellatrix began fucking her.

Hugo felt himself stiffening. The very realistic cock on the strap-on belt plundered Luna. Her sex was pink and wet, and the glee with which Bellatrix fucked her was written on the older woman’s face. When Luna came again, Bellatrix rolled off her and laid face up. “My turn again,” she said, and with a silent incantation transferred the strap-on to Luna. “Fuck me, Luna. Fuck me with Severus’s cock just like I fucked you.”

Now Hugo really was hard. Luna positioned herself over Bellatrix and slid the wand cock neatly into the dark-forested pussy. “You chose well, my waif. Severus has a very nice prick. Oh, yes, faster now,” Bellatrix said, and then she shuddered and stopped Luna. “In my arse, finish in my arse.” Luna pulled the wand cock from Bellatrix’s pussy and placed the head of Snape’s cock against her puckered arse. “Slowly, like I did at first,” she commanded. Bellatrix cast the Lubris charm again, and with great care Luna pushed forward.

“AHHH! Oh, fuck!,” Bellatrix cried. “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop.” Luna rocked her hips forward until the cheeks of Bellatrix’s arse were against her thighs. “Slowly now, slowly, oh, very good.”

At that moment Hugo felt a very familiar warmth surround him. “Thanks, Scor.” He looked down at himself but in the pensieve version of his body he couldn’t see what he knew was there. Scorpius was delivering a terrific blow job while Hugo watched the two women fuck.

In the study Scorpius sat cross-legged in front of Hugo with his back resting against the cabinet. He sucked and licked his lover’s strong cock while Hugo twisted and muttered with his head in the pensieve.

In the memory Bellatrix was coming unhinged again. She rubbed her clit furiously while Luna pounded her arse with the strap-on. Uttering a mighty cry, she came very hard and sprinkled Luna’s lower body with her juices. At the same moment, Hugo shuddered and spent himself. Bellatrix drew Luna down into a long, violent kiss. “You have done well, my pet,” Bellatrix said sleepily. “Very well.” Luna withdrew from Bellatrix and lay next to her. “Thank you, Bella. I should return to the basement now, Mr. Ollivander will be concerned.”

“Leave him,” she said as she rolled on her side to face Luna. “You will stay here with me tonight. I’m sure you will appreciate this bed far better than the blanket on the floor you have there.”

“Yes, it is much more comfortable.”

Bellatrix nodded and closed her eyes. She was soon breathing slower. Luna looked down at the wand cock still on the belt around her. “Finite,” she whispered, and the wand resumed its normal shape. She pulled it from the belt and appraised it with her analytical stare. With a swish, she banished the belt and was once again completely naked, and then she looked at the sleeping woman next to her.

“I could kill you now, Bella. I should kill you now.” She shook her head. “But I foresee that is not for me to do. You will never win, Madam Lestrange.” Luna said to the sleeping woman in the bed next to her. “With all your beauty, and all your madness and all your hate, you are still not strong enough to defeat the white and its servant, Harry Potter.” She smiled grimly. “I see you were a kind and loving child once, but that was so long ago. I wish I could heal you.” A tear made its way slowly down her cheek. “I fear it is too late though. You will die for Him, and I will be there to see it, I think.”Luna laid her head in the crook of Bellatrix’s arm and closed her eyes.

Hugo fell back onto the floor of the study. Scorpius had thoughtfully cast the cleansing charm and buckled his trousers. The younger Malfoy was sitting in his father’s chair at the desk. “I find that one very revealing,” he said. “It’s a side of my Grand Aunt that not many ever saw. Yes she was quite mad, but she did have at least one or two redeeming qualities.” His expression grew grim. Remember that when I show you… the other memory.” He rose from the chair, crossed the room and pulled Hugo to his feet. “In the mean time, you owe me, Weasley.” Taking Hugo’s hand he led him from the study and up the stairs to their room.
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