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Fury of the Hellspawn: The Tale of an Incubus	By : apocalypso Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 39864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3: Narcissa

The morning dawned bright and early, but the two lovers
slept in till noon, still entwined in a passionate embrace. They were awoken by
a house-elf popping into the room and gingerly shaking them awake.

Scowling, Harry swung his foot out, kicking the filthy
creature in the head and sending it sailing across the room. The pitiful wails
of the creature as it impacted against the wall awoke Bellatrix, who mumbled
something, and slowly rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Coming to, she saw Harry
lying next to her, and smirked. The fact that the happenings of the previous night
were far from a dream was good news to her�her husband and his worthless
brother were dead.

Harry shot one last scowl at the house elf before he got out
of bed. �Tell your master that we shall meet him for lunch as soon as possible.�
The house-elf, with a large bruise on the side of its face, bowed deeply and
scurried away.

Bella laughed, and turned to Harry, whose lip was curled
into a sneer as he stared at the spot that the house-elf had been standing.

�Filthy, disgusting creatures they are,� he muttered,
reaching for his robe. An odd buzzing was ringing in the back of his head, and
it felt like he was supposed to know something, but didn�t. It wasn�t
irritating, but it got slightly distracting. Perhaps, he mused, a headache
potion was in order�this was no side effect of the bonding.

She eased herself out of bed, and sidled up behind him,
wrapping her arms around his waist, and leaning her head on his shoulder. For
the first time, he realized that she was quite tall, being a bare three inches
shorter than he was. Her 5�10 made her look commanding and powerful, and
increased the lovely proportions of her body to perfection.

Lips pressed against his shoulder blade, she asked �A
shower?� He nodded, and took her hand as he led them over to the bathroom. A
slight exhaustion that would surely be compensated for by a large lunch still
lingered, for after all, the bonding was a trying experience on both the demon
and his alpha.

As he washed her hair, fingers gently running through her
dark tresses, he pondered the topic of his mother. She was a succubus, as her
letter had said, but yet she had limited herself to one mate. She had not
elaborated, but Harry knew she was truthful�she had, after all, signed the
letter in blood with a magical oath. Perhaps, he thought, the females of his
species could only have a single mate�demons, of course, were a vastly
patriarchal society. Although it was hypocritical of him to think thusly, he felt
a certain relief that his mother had not been as loose as he would be; that she
had not mated with many men. Considering the men of her generation, he could
easily think that it was not out of choice that she had done that. Hers was the
generation full of highly irritating, undesirable males like Lupin, Snape and
Longbottom. Arrogance aside, his father was easily the most desirable male of
the generation, with Sirius coming in a not-so-close second. Pictures of his
father had cleanly shown that he was a very handsome man, the only negative
influence on his looks coming from the chunky glasses he wore. Although she
went under the guise of a muggleborn, she felt true contempt for those of the
muggle ilk�her letter had quite descriptively stated that the muggles were
filthy, and that he should never even dream of copulating with one of such
filthy lineage and blood.

Bellatrix felt the water wash the shampoo out of her hair
completely, and turned in his arms, burying her head into his neck and
interrupting his train of thought. Steam rolled around them in puffs, the hot
water feeling relaxing and invigorating at the same time as it cascaded down
their bodies. Pulling herself flush against his body, she murmured �Why don�t
you hate me, Master? I killed your godfather.�

He laughed harshly, replying �I couldn�t care less,
Bellatrix. You see, at first I was rather pissed off. Then, I weighed my desire
for you against taking revenge on you for Sirius, and I�m afraid that there was
no competition whatsoever. I only talked to him a few times�and he never really
struck me as a decent sort. He had a really filthy mind. You, on the other
hand, I wanted more than anything else.�

She shivered as his words struck her, and pulled herself against him even harder. �Thank you, Master,� she
murmured, dropping to her knees in front of him. He was about to tell her to
stand again, but she didn�t take him into her mouth like he had thought.
Instead, she turned her head to the side, and rested her cheek against his
crotch, wrapping her arms around his thighs to hug his legs tightly. Water fell
off his body onto hers, but she paid it no heed, simply nuzzling his member
with her cheek and humming contentedly.

�Bellatrix,� he growled, roughly grabbing a fistful of her
hair, �cease your stupid behavior immediately! You are no house-elf, so do not
act like one of those disgusting things.�

Chastised, she quickly clambered to her feet, and stood
demurely in front of him, unsure of what to do next. Irritated, he turned off
the flow of water from the shower, and took her hand. Without bothering to dry
them, he pulled her into the room and threw her on the bed face down. Her ass,
rounded and fleshy, rested on the edge of the bed, her knees on the ground.
Angry, he mounted her from behind, his flaccid cock pressed between the cheeks
of her ass. He bit down hard on her neck, holding her arms outstretched against
the bed, and resting his full weight on her. She moaned in pain, but felt
herself get wet nonetheless.

He gyrated his hips slightly, pressing
his cock against her beautiful posterior, and using it to excite himself. A few
minutes of fondling her body with light caresses and hard pinches made him rock
hard, straining against her nether hole with force. Pursing his lips, he
squeezed out a few drops of spit, hoping it would lubricate her enough for the
passage to be easier. He remembered seeing the same thing in one of Dudley�s movies once.

Unfortunately, it didn�t work out as well as he had
expected, for she screamed in pain as he thrust the first inch of his cock
inside her. Alarmed, he stopped all movement, and grabbed the wand from the
bedside table. Quickly, he cast a healing charm, and was satisfied as her
whimpers turned into even breath. Then, he cast the same charm that he had cast
on Rudolphus, widening her hole ever so slightly and lubricating her.

Met with some resistance, which seemed insignificant to the
incredible tightness that he had experienced in the first thrust, he slid in. A
few seconds of warring with her involuntary muscle contractions later, he
bottomed out inside her, having pressed in as far as he could reach. Her fists
had tightly bunched up the sheets on the bed, and she was moaning into the bed.
He felt a slick sensation enveloping his balls, and reached down to find that
her pussy was incredibly wet, leaking droplets of fluid onto his sac. He bent
over again, resting his chest against her back, admiring the feel of the
contours of her body against his.

A twinge of guilt rang within him as he kissed her shoulder,
whispering an apology for the pain. Her response was to buck her hips against
his, proving to him that he was wrong�there was space for him to move in
further. His hands found her hips as he raised his body once more, and began
rocking against her. With each thrust, he could feel her becoming warmer and
more energized, as she began reciprocating his movements by slamming herself
back onto him. He gritted his teeth, his moan coming out as a hiss as he felt
his orgasm approaching.

Through the haze of pleasure enveloping his mind, he felt it
dawn on him that she certainly would not appreciate him coming inside her, for
the sensation of leaking fluids would irritate her all day. He felt his sac
constrict, and pressing a kiss to her lower back, pulled fully out of her, and
exploded upon her back. His cock jumped again and again as he felt the semen
jerk out of him, splashing against her back. When, at last, he was dry, he
waved the wand, cleaning his come off her back. He fell to his knees, hands
still gripping her hips. Her ass was raw and red from the pounding he had given
it, the flesh hot to the touch as blood pumped in her veins. His fingers
ghosted over the flesh of her ass cheeks, caressing it delicately. Leaning in,
he pressed a kiss to the small of her back, the sharp contour of her body looking
beautiful under the sunny light from the windows. His hand found the ends of
her hair, gently stroking the silky strands in an admiring fashion. He kissed
each cheek of her ass, the heat throbbing under his lips.

Gingerly, she rolled over, exposing the wondrous sight that
was her body. Drops of water, remnants from their shower, glistened on her
skin, the slight tan making her look delicious. Her skin was flawless; entirely
unblemished by even scars or moles. Her nipples were puckered and tight,
areoles crinkled in her state of pleasure. Her body was contorted seductively,
hanging off the bed slightly to expose the well formed muscles of her stomach.
Her hips were twisted slightly, her left leg thrown over her right.

He bent down and caressed her cheek, noting the look of
longing and desperation in her eyes. Her orgasm had not struck her, but she was
poised on the brink, and desperately wanted the relief that only he could offer
her. She whimpered, leaning into the caress, and pleaded �Master, please, help
me!�

He lifted her bodily and moved her further onto the bed,
clambering on top and settling himself between her legs. His head was poised
above her chest, and he smirked at her desperation, replying �Slowly, Bella.
Have patience��

She whimpered again, a piteous sound, and reached up to
touch his body, hands roaming everywhere. Ignoring her desperation, he bent
down. Curiously, he studied her breasts, touching them ever so gently. They
were large, the flesh creamy and smooth in texture, and fit the grip of his
hand quite well. The nipples were neither small nor large, being rather perfect
in the manner in which they tautly stood erect, her arousal more than evident
in the way she mashed her breast against his hand, yearning for him to complete
her.

Gently, he tugged on a strand of her hair with another hand,
playfully admonishing her, saying �Patience, Bella. Trust in me.� She fell
silent, but the look of desperation never left her eyes. He could sympathize
with her; it would he just as hard for him if she was to work him almost to
climax, but then stop, and forbid him from following through.

He placed a kiss on her nipple, licking it, but then left in
entirely alone as he ventured to other, unexplored parts of her chest. He
sucked on the creamy skin that lay above her breast, and trailed his tongue to
the side near her arm. Surprisingly, she found this even more pleasurable than
when he touched her nipple, as she mewled desperately, thrashing under his body
rigidly. Still, he continued, paying her no mind. He pressed kisses to the
underside of her breasts, massaging them with a feather-light grip. Taking her
nipple into his mouth, he circled his tongue around it slowly, tugging at it
slightly.

She groaned, fingers laced into his
hair tightly. It took minutes before he had moved from his worship of her
chest, using the lightest caresses and tentative licks and kisses to drive her
into a frenzy. She was mumbling incoherently,
clutching at him tight enough for her nails to pierce his skin. He paid no heed
to the crescent-shaped cuts that marred his back, and continued to take his
time.

She was a vision of beauty, utterly perfect in all ways.
Lightly grasping her breasts in his hands, he slid down her body to find her
abdomen. His nose nuzzled her body as he trailed his tongue in random
directions, licking and kissing her body. She tasted perfect, for there was no
other way to describe it. He was able to derive his own pleasure from his
actions, finding the twisting of her muscles as she writhed under the onslaught
of his tongue to be incredibly erotic.

When he finally found her pussy, she was so wet that she was
dripping. He placed a kiss on the trimmed triangle of hair above her center,
and lightly trailed a tongue down her slit. She tasted musky, the scent nearly
overpowering his senses in such close quarters. She let out a scream as his
tongue made first contact, accidentally crushing her sopping pussy against his
lips. He laughed, and gently lifted her legs, placing them on his shoulders.
His tongue gave another slow stroke, lapping up her juices, and flicking out at
her clitoris. She bunched his hair in a fist, grabbing it tightly as he began
attacking her cunt, exploring her thoroughly.

She whimpered and sobbed unrestrainedly, unable to hit that
crucial point that would send her over the edge. Already, she had been battling
to orgasm for over twenty minutes, feeling an odd love/hate relationship for
the pleasure she felt. While on one hand the pleasure was incredible, and the
sensation of his mouth working his magic on her absolutely intoxicating, on the
other hand, it was almost cruel how he forbade her the ultimate release.

Finally, almost thirty minutes had passed since he had
started on her, and her whimpers had now turned into resigned sobs as she gave
in to him entirely. He felt pity in his heart, black as it was, and stopped
entirely for a second. Leaning up, he gently kissed her lips, easing them open
without force. His tongue found hers as his fingers held her head, twisting
into her hair. She sobbed into his mouth, reaching for his tongue eagerly as a
respite from her torture. He finally pulled away, noting that his jaw felt sore
from his ministrations and from the kiss, and trailed his fingertips down her
body. She looked at him mournfully, the desperation never leaving her eyes.

Then, he re-attached his lips to her cunt, and flicked his
tongue into her. One last caress was enough to send her over the edge, and she
met her orgasm with extreme force, bucking in his grip and thrashing about as
it struck her. For Bellatrix, it seemed like every single nerve ending in her
body had ignited in pleasure all at once, assaulting her brain with so many
different sensations that it nearly knocked her out. Breathing heavily, almost
panting, she flopped back onto the bed after rocking up into a sitting
position.

Harry clambered to his feet and got onto the bed with her.
He pulled her into his arms, resting her head against his chest, where she
snuggled into him unconsciously, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her eyes
closed as she tried to stabilize her breath, and she eventually managed to do
so. Sighing, she nuzzled his cheek with her nose, whispering �Thank you,
Master.�

He pulled her tighter against him and laid
back on the bed. �I hope that was worth it�my mouth feels like I just got
punched repeatedly.�

She laughed, replying with a kiss that soon grew heated. He
broke off, wincing and rubbing his jaw on reflex, despite knowing that the
action was futile in its attempt to exercise the soreness out of it. She
reached for his wand, and cast a pain-dulling charm on his jaw, and followed it
up with a well placed healing charm. His problems solved, he pulled her back in
for a kiss, making no attempts to discourage her sudden energetic response.

The buzzing in his head still persisted.

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Finally, they returned to the shower to get cleaned up,
having cast numerous drying and cleaning charms on the mattress and sheets.
Once they looked presentable, Bellatrix led him down to the main dining hall,
explaining the history of the manor. Apparently it used to be a royal castle
until the 16^th Century, when it was placed under the Fidelius by a
Dark Lord. It had then been handed down through the ages, each Dark Lord
placing his own Fidelius on the structure once the previous ones faded with the
death of their caster. Since the Muggle-repelling wards were still in place, it
was never recovered by them.

They entered through the large doors, finding an ornately
appointed room. It was large, larger than the Dursleys� entire house, and twice
as high. Chandeliers glittered, the light reflecting off the crystals to play
upon the walls in a symphonic medley of light, a soothing aspect despite the
presence of the one called Lord Voldemort. Near the Dark Lord, it seemed as if
the very light turned darker, creating an aura of hate and power that billowed
about him like a cloud. The man�s head lifted to regard the two latecomers, and
Harry was struck by the fact that the light seemed to bend at his will, as he
seemed to unconsciously manipulate it into a dark halo, framing his bald head
majestically.

Harry inclined his head in greeting to Voldemort, who
smirked in response to the dumbstruck looks on his Death Eaters� faces. Waving
his arms magnanimously, he said, �Welcome to my abode, Harry Potter. I believe
you didn�t have much time last night to examine your surroundings?�

Harry inclined his head in reply, wand suddenly darting out.
�Stupefy!� he muttered, flicking the
wand at a certain Death Eater. The man in question was lifted out of his seat
by the power of the spell, and smashed against the far wall with a sickening
crack, where he slumped to the floor in a daze.

Voldemort was on his feet now, wand aimed at Harry�s heart.
His Death Eaters followed suit immediately, similarly training their wands on
the young man.

Harry, looking entirely unconcerned, pulled out a chair at
the foot of the table, and sat down easily. �One would think,� he drawled,
�that a certain degree of gratitude would be in order for exposing your spy.�

There was an outcry of voices, some screaming in disbelief,
others in hate, as the Death Eaters spoke in an irritating clash of screaming
voices. They were silenced as Voldemort snarled, and snapped his wand to the
sky, releasing a loud bang. They quieted, and retook their seats, but kept
their wands ready.

The Dark Lord placed his palms flat on the table, and
leaning forwards, hissed in a deadly voice �Explain.�
His voice brooked no argument, and even though he didn�t show it, Harry was
intimidated for a second.

Harry, who was munching on some rather delectable chicken at
the moment, swallowed easily, and leaned back in his seat.

�I do believe that you have known of a spy for quite a
while. I find it rather improbable that you would choose to ignore the fact
that every attack he was privy to culminated with Dumbledore�s presence. Well,
there he is. Snivellus Snape is spying for the Order, and he has been doing so
since before the end of the last war. I saw him in the Order Headquarters last
summer, and I heard from the lips of more than one Order member that he was the
one passing information. Ah�I have a request, if you would. You see, Snivelly
and I never got along too well, and I must confess, it would be rather
entertaining to take part in the torture, or at the very least, watch it.�

Voldemort nodded, satisfied. �I have known about this for
the past month now. My spy in the Order told me about it as soon as she joined
my ranks. Currently, his glass of mulled mead contains Veritaserum, as I wished
for the whole truth to be heard. But, it doesn�t matter anymore, as you have
just corroborated her story. I think you know the spy, Potter.� He waved his
hand towards a young woman sitting right next to Harry.

She turned towards him, a smirk on her face, and whispered
�Wotcher, Harry.� He raised an eyebrow, apparently unsurprised.

�Tonks,� he nodded, greeting her without a single emotion on
his face. �Good to see you here.�

She seemed surprised that he knew of her infidelity, and
said �We will talk tonight.� He nodded, a slight smirk on his face as his eyes
raked her body lustfully. He leaned in, his lips millimeters from her ear, and
whispered �I�ve missed you, Tonks. I haven�t seen you in a week. You always
kept my bed so delightfully warm.�

She blushed as he nuzzled her cheek with his nose, and
kissed the line of her jaw. Her hand sneaked under the table to cup his crotch,
and she whispered back �I told you that I�d see you again. Why do you think I�d
been trying to change your mind about Dumbledore the whole time?�

He grinned at her, and whispered �Have you taken the mark
yet?� She shook her head, pulling her sleeve up to expose a charm bracelet that
had the Dark Mark dangling from it. He looked around, seeing that the other
Death Eaters were once more engrossed in their food. Leaning back in, he gently
kissed her lips, and whispered �Good. I told you before, Tonks. You�re mine.�

She shivered, and squeezed once on his crotch before
returning to her meal.

Voldemort, who had a thoughtful expression on his face while
Harry had been talking to Tonks, looked up from his plate, and said �Very well.
It couldn�t possibly do more harm to let you take part in his torture. Whatever
secrets he had, he must have given up already.�

Harry nodded, a pleased expression
on his face. �And what of Wormtail?�

The Dark Lord laughed cruelly, replying �He will return
tonight. He�s been running a few errands for me. I shall inform him that a
special guest, a reward for his services, is in the guest room. I�m sure you�ll
be pleased by his initial enthusiasm.�

Harry laughed coldly, a frightful smirk on his face as he
envisioned the bloodbath that would take place that night.

Harry grinned as he returned to his own meal, and looked
over at Bellatrix.

She raised an eyebrow, and he beckoned her to lean in. As
she did, he wrapped an arm around her waist, and whispered �She is your
subordinate, Bellatrix. I have not marked her yet, for I wanted you to be my
Alpha.�

Smiling slightly, she locked lips with him, and returned to
her meal.

Once the marking was done, loyalty was something that Harry
did not have to worry about at all. The mark ensured that his mates� full
loyalty rested solely in him, and they would never accept another as their
master. Demonic magic was entirely different from Wizarding Magic. It was
vastly more powerful, dwarfing it in the same manner that Albus Dumbledore�s
power dwarfed that of a Muggle newborn. While it was incredibly powerful, it
was also rather limited. Demonic magic, in simple terms, was entirely
destructive. Apart from shields and curses, there was no other use for Demonic
magic. Transfiguration and Charms were impossible to perform with demonic
magic; any attempts would simply ruin the item being spelled.

The letter had only conveyed the basics to him, teaching him
how to transform, and utilize the barest of Demonic magic: the sexual allure of
the Incubus and the marking of mates. Harry would have to make a venture down
to the vault in Gringotts, for his mother had secreted a book under the piles
of money. The book would teach him how to use the magic, about the culture of
the Incubi. By far, though, it was the magic of the Demons that was valuable to
him. His mother�s letter had explained very little, and he ached to learn more.

It was a black energy that was manipulated by the Demon.
There were no spells, per se, simply power. The destructive force of the spell
relied entirely on the amount of magic used in the attack. Similarly, to
defend, the Demon had to gauge the strength of the spell targeting him, and create
a shield made of more magic. It was simple and straightforward.

Unfortunately for Voldemort, immortality was something that
could not be achieved by a Wizard. Humans were unable to bear the strain caused
by Immortality, for it leeched their magic to the point where it did not
regenerate fast enough to fuel the demands of Immortality. The Philosopher�s
stone, however, conferred immortality by investing the user with that
additional magic. Was it achievable by a Demon? Easily.
A simple Ritual was all that it would take to freeze Harry�s body in its
current state for all eternity. The beauty was that he could easily undo the
ritual once he tired of life, and this would not occur anytime soon. He had
decided to avoid doing the ritual until he was a little over twenty. With the
marking, his mates were sealed into their current forms as well, and once he
completed the immortality ritual, they too, would live as long as he. The demon
and his mates were bound in the most primordial fashion; their very souls were
entwined around a shared life force.

It was the divine intervention, as Muggles would call it,
the gift to the Demons from the Lord of the Darkness. The Demons, his trusted
servants, were the recipients of the gift of life from Lucifer, the Darkness. It
was from this Lord that all Dark Magic stemmed, whether conducted through the
wand of a human, or the core of a creature. It was to the Darkness that Harry
James Potter, Incubus, owed his allegiance.

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A golden haze filtered through the windows, reflecting the
colors of the rainbow across the ceiling as they played upon the shiny floor,
mirror-like in its quality. Sunlight, the Demon mused, extending a clawed hand
into the rays, was something unfathomably powerful. Eons ago, this light would
have scarred him, tearing through muscle, tendon and bone alike in its eternal
quest to destroy the Darkness. Now, with the trembling d�tente between light
and dark, it was loathe to incite the anger of one so dear to the Darkness.

Mixed-blood he might be, but the Incubus still retained his
power and position. He came from the First, from the most powerful echelon of
Demons, and he would eternally retain his position as one of the Lord�s
dearest. It was a native loyalty that appeared in him the night he transformed
for the first time, a fixated knowledge that the will of the Lord was to be
carried out flawlessly. It was nothing to be afraid of, nothing to resent. It
was a simple acceptance that a higher power, one possessing unfathomable might,
existed, and that he owed his allegiance to it.

He was still free to establish himself as a Dark Lord,
knowing that his rule on Earth in no possible way harmed the Lord, who
controlled the darkness of eternity itself. The Lord would not begrudge his
servant some fun, knowing that the Incubus� first allegiance was to him. While
lacking a body, the Lord in no way lacked omnipotence. A simple word could rend
this existence to naught, but Harry did not fear that, for the treaty between
light and dark would crumble. The balance of power, the neutrality that
currently existed was far too important to damage. It enabled free will,
allowing freedom of thought and action.

A rapping on the door cut off Harry�s musing, and he
hurriedly transformed back, his wings disappearing as the door opened.

It was Bellatrix, clad in a simple robe. Locking the door
firmly, she walked around to his front, standing a few feet in front of the
couch he was reposed on. She blocked the sun, her head firmly replacing the orb
of golden light that hung suspended in the skies. It gave her a halo much like
it had the Dark Lord, a shimmering golden light that reflected off the strands
of her hair, adding an ethereal element to her beauty.

He smiled at her, beckoning her to him. Gently, she slipped
onto his lap, and rested her head against his shoulder, nestling it under his
chin. He wrapped his arm around her back, holding her to him tightly, and
kissed her forehead. His right hand rose, and slowly unbuttoned her robe while
she sat on his lap sideways. As he finished, he slipped it off her shoulders,
baring the ethereal sight that was her body. Her nipples were tense, straining
as she stared at him. His hand gently fell on her breast, stroking gently. She
leaned back into his embrace, once more molding her body against his.

The golden light of the sun streamed in through the window,
coating her skin with a glow. She pressed against him harder, excited by his
touch, but he gently calmed her down. Removing his hand from her breast, he
threaded his fingers through her hair, letting the silky strands flow between
his fingers.

�Master,� she whispered, gently touching his bare chest,
�why did you get angry this morning?�

He caressed her cheek, looking into the submissive,
emotional eyes with a frown. �Bellatrix, what happened to you?� he asked, still
frowning as if she represented a puzzle that he couldn�t work out. This was
true, in a way.

Confused, she asked �What do you mean, Master? Do I not
please you?�

A dawning light appeared in his eyes as he understood. He
kissed her lips slowly, and pulled back. �You are Bellatrix Black, my Alpha.
Bellatrix, I wanted you for your fervor. If I wanted a submissive woman, I
would have picked someone else. I lusted for you because you were so powerful
in mind and action. Do not act submissive, you are not my slave. You have all the acceptance you could need from me�I desire you for
who you are, and I certainly didn�t want you to try and satisfy me by
discarding your true nature. Express yourself, Bellatrix.�

A slow smirk spread on her face, and as he saw it, a similar
expression crossed his face. �You mean it, Master?� she asked, the touch of
coldness back in her voice, though it wasn�t directed at him. All of a sudden,
it seemed, the Bellatrix Black who was revered and reviled seemed to return,
the spark of insanity once again resident in her alluring, misleadingly pure
eyes.

His hands cupped her cheeks, his eyes glinting as he
whispered �Yes.�

She laughed, a warm laugh despite
the slight tinge of coldness in it. Leaning in, she kissed him, caressing his
cheeks lovingly. Her lips were warm, soft and smooth, gently pressing against
his. He pulled away, and drew her back into his arms. She nestled into his
chest gratefully, and asked �Can I help you with Wormtail?�

He laughed cruelly, replying �You need not ask, Bella. I,
however, will be the one to kill him.�

She nodded, and stayed silent for a few minutes, enjoying
the sensation of his fingers slipping through her hair.

�How many women will you have, Harry?� she asked, the lack
of accusation in her voice somehow indicating that she was looking forward to
it.

He looked down at her, and asked �I cannot tell. Why do you
ask?�

A devious smile spread on her face as she asked �Do you
remember what you offered me yesterday? You offered me a slave��

He laughed, saying �Of course. Do you have someone in mind?�

Her eyes glittered as she said one word: �Narcissa.�

An image dawned in his mind of the Black scion that had
married into the Malfoy Family. Long, blond hair, cascading
down her back beautifully. An aristocratic face,
angular and attractive, sneering derisively, but regarding him curiously.
Creamy, porcelain skin lightly accented with makeup, beautiful under the lights
of the stadium. Cold, expressionless countenance, slight malice directed
towards everyone, including her husband and son. Beauty in
the true sense of the word, her cold blue eyes scanning her surroundings
distastefully. Tall stature, upright and straight-backed, a commanding
gait that bolstered the aristocratic heritage she had. A
black dress, hugging her frame perfectly; displaying, yet hiding the wonderful
curves of her body. The bodice, almost a corset, but
far more elegant, supporting large breasts that shook gently as she breathed.
The incredibly sexy voice, smooth and cultured as she spoke
to Fudge, the bulge in his pants growing involuntarily.

A virtual duplicate of Bellatrix Black, save for the fact
that she had blonde hair.

A slow smile spread on his face as he echoed her, whispering
�Narcissa.�

She smirked at his expression, and leaned in, lips brushing
against his ear as she spoke. �Narcissa is my sister, Master. My half-sister. She is three years younger than me. I love
her dearly, and by your expression a moment ago, I�d say that you will, too. She
would not really be a slave, Master, simply my aide. She, of course, will be
yours at any time you desire her, and I will most gladly help you take her
however you desire. I don�t know why I ask this, Master, for I know you would
not treat her as a dog, but it is something I want. She is dear to me, and
times have kept us apart.�

He laughed again, his hand gently stroking her breast, and
whispered �Very well. She will be your aide, and she shall answer to none but
you and I.�

She smiled, kissing him deeply. �Thank you, Master. Should I
arrange for her to come here?�

She made to rise, but her held on to her. �What of her
husband and child?�

Bellatrix laughed. �Her husband? He
was rather well acquainted with my ex-husband, Master. I think you understand
me. Her son? She cannot stand him. He, like his
father, is obnoxious. And, there is another aspect that you will like.�

He raised an eyebrow. �What would that be, Bella, dear? And Lucius and Rudolphus? Interesting, but disgusting; an
image I really didn�t need.�

Smirking, she said �With Lucius� incarceration, she is in
control of the Malfoy finances. Her son must wait for another month to become
of age, so until then, she is the Head of the Family. If you have her, you have
the power of the Malfoy Family with you. Also, she went through the Ritual of
Restoration like I did; we did it together, but I haven�t seen her since.�

He laughed, saying �Brilliant, Bella.�

Her eyes glittered as she said �Her son, Master. What of
him? He was conceived immaculately-� She paused at the look of disbelief on his
face.

�Bella,� he moaned, �please tell me that Draco Malfoy is NOT
some sort of second coming!�

She laughed, a truly amused, warm sound erupting from her
mouth. �No, Harry. He was conceived without intercourse; it was magically done.
Since Narcissa never lost her virginity, in the true sense of the word, the
Ritual of Restoration would have restored her hymen. She will be tight enough
for your tastes, Master. And a question, if you would�would
she obey me as she does you?�

He looked at her, slightly shocked by the forwardness she was
displaying. �Of course, you are my Alpha, so your word is law, unless I
personally deem it otherwise. I shall have to think on what I will do with dear
Draco. I suppose I should ask her opinion, too. Very well, you can arrange for
her to come here, but you must first be rewarded. Your help will prove to be
invaluable.�

She shivered as his eyes sparked, and gently folded into his
embrace. He kissed her slowly, and then kissed her neck a few times.

�This will not hurt,� he whispered, stroking the skin on her
hip. She relaxed further, giving him complete control over her.

He kissed her neck one last time, and transformed even as he
held her. The aura suddenly blanketed her mind, sweeping her away into a wave
of ecstasy. She sighed, melting against him, and he bared his fangs. Gently, he
sunk them into her neck, the wound causing little pain, and released some of
his toxin.

She screamed a few seconds later, luckily just after he
withdrew his fangs from her. Thrashing in his arms, she climaxed fitfully, crushing
her body against his tightly.

His hand soothed her, gently stroking her lower back. Her
muscles seemed to spasm under his palm as she climaxed, shaking fitfully in his
grip. He felt his leg get wet as his Alpha leaked on him, her fluids creating a
wet spot on his thigh. Her arms jerked into movement as they wrapped around his
torso, tightly embracing him.

She leaned into him, indulging in the security he seemed to
radiate once more. Eyes closed, she breathed with her face pressed against his
chest, her breath ghosting over his skin. �How do you do that?� she murmured,
vaguely indicating the invisible sense of security and comfort that he exuded.

He replied �My magic responds to my mate. I am a sexual
creature, Bella, and being my mate, my magic does what it must to make you
comfortable.�

She nodded, cheek brushing against his nipple. His fingers
caressed her cheek, gently trailing across her features. She was beautiful�the
sunlight seemed to enhance her allure to an impossibly greater degree, making
her look celestial, divine goddess of perfection.

Slowly, she rose, and slipped her robe on again. She stared
at the spot on his leg, a slight blush on her face, and he laughed.

�Forget about it. You�might want to wear something more than
that robe, Bella�my robe, it seems.�

She blushed again, and quickly kissed him before ducking
into the bathroom. He shook his head, murmuring �Don�t even kid yourself,
Potter. You will never understand women.�

Her mood swings were odd to him, as until a few hours ago,
he had never seen her look anything but strong and defiant. From Dumbledore�s pensieve to the Black Family tapestry to the event at the
Ministry, her cold, harsh eyes had always stared at him from under heavy lidded
eyebrows, the aristocratic posture of her body radiating defiance and
superiority. This morning, however, she had been like a slave, going out of her
way to please him in ways that would never work. Hopefully, he mused, she had
understood that he wanted her for who she was, not as a simple slave. Other
women could be brought into his fold for that purpose.

Waving his hand and focusing hard, he cast a cleaning spell,
removing the wetness from his robe. Standing, he stretched, allowing the robe
to cascade off his body as he swept towards the bed. A few minutes later, he
was dressed, just in time for Bellatrix to leave the bathroom. She looked
elegant, and incredibly beautiful.

She wore a green skirt, knee-length and hugging her slender
frame perfectly. A corset, made of black leather, lifted her voluptuous
breasts, making the swell of her bosom look positively edible. A white shirt
with sleeves that came to her elbows covered the corset, buttoned enough to
accent her cleavage beautifully. Her robe was still open, as she had not
fastened it yet.

She gulped at the look in his eyes, one of burning passion
and desire. Striding over with impossible urgency, he took her in his arms, and
crashed his lips against hers. She moaned into his mouth, but a second later,
his lips slipped off hers, and down to her neck, where he sucked and kissed her
skin with abandon. His lips crept lower still, finally finding the creamy skin
of her cleavage. Her head was thrown back, her breath short as he held her,
desire burning in her veins.

Then, he was gone, standing a good three feet from her and
gazing at her with longing burning in his eyes. Incapable of regular speech,
his words came out as a sexy growl. �I think you�d better leave, Bella. We can
continue tonight.�

Gulping down the disappointment, she nodded. Before leaving,
she strode up to him, and grabbed him into a kiss, passionate and lengthy,
while restraining his arms against the wall. Then, she pulled back, and
flashing a smirk, disapparated. He thought that the fact that there were no
apparition wards was a joke, but reasoned that with the Fidelius, there was no
need to ward the place, since Voldemort�s enemies would never know where the
place was.

As he left the room, trying to find the dungeons, he
remembered to ask Voldemort to tell him the secret. He had finally identified
the buzzing in the back of his head. It was the fact that his brain was unable
to comprehend where he was at the moment, for the secret to the Fidelius Charm
had not been told to him yet. He existed somewhere, but his brain kept hitting
a dead-end each time it tried to figure out exactly where he was.

Obviously, the Dungeons would be towards the lowest part of
the castle, so he headed down several flights of stairs. It was to no avail, as
the place was like a maze. He was getting irritated, and looked around to find
a Death Eater to direct him. After bemoaning the utter dearth of valuable help
in Voldemort�s forces, he finally found a Death Eater with a rank high enough
to actually know where the Dungeons were.

To his pleasure, it was Macnair who he found. The man,
though haughty and prideful, was still cowed by the presence of the young
Demon, to the point of going pale at the sight of him. To his credit, though,
Macnair did not shiver or shake, and managed to keep both his anger and fear in
rather respectably.

Five minutes later found Harry smirking at Macnair as the
Executioner slipped away, his face still pale.

He threw open the door, and smiled wildly as the cacophony
of screams hit his ears. They were musical to him, and for a moment, he
indulged his insanity, waving his wand around like a conductor�s baton. The
scream cut off, laughter being heard over the whimpers that the ball of rags
emitted.

Voldemort stood majestically, his wand pointed at the
shivering man on the floor, cold laughter emerging from the excuse of an
orifice that he called his mouth. Sharp, pointed teeth reflected the light in
the room, the grin sadistic as he laughed at Harry�s actions.

Pleased, the young Demon bowed gracefully, stating
theatrically �Ah, music�a greater magic than what we do here.�

The quote, stolen verbatim from one of Dumbledore�s �old man
moments� set the Dark Lord off into another bout of creepy chuckles.
Apparently, living in the back of Quirrel�s head had not caused any lack of
memory to the Dark Lord.

A magnanimous sweep of the hand accompanied the words
�Enter, enter, my dear boy,� as the Dark Lord made his own attempt at humor. It
wasn�t particularly funny, but Harry felt the need to laugh anyways, if only to
appease the volatile temper of the Dark Lord.

A flick of his wand created the same cushy chintz armchair
that he had employed the night before, and he reposed himself in it
gracefully�by flopping into it rather noisily.

An amused expression crossed his face as the shaking man on
the ground raised his face. His robes were tattered and torn, giving him the
look of a rough-housed prisoner of war, which, of course, the man now was.
Blood soaked the robes at various points, adding to the sadistic d�cor of the
room, which Harry just noticed. The floor and walls were grimy, wet and covered
in some sort of mossy substance in places. The light was low, a simple candle
with a magically enhanced flame throwing flickering lights across the cell.

The face that was upturned towards him held a meld of
emotions that Harry rather interestedly decided to decipher. There was a little
bit of pity, which he nearly laughed at, a lot of anger, not a small amount of
hate, rather copious amounts of betrayal�and was that pain? Here, he laughed,
the sound decidedly mismatched when compared to the room around him.

�Hello Snape!� he called out cheerfully, �I do hope you�re
having fun�it would be a rather large waste of effort if you were bored. Can I
get you something? Water, perhaps? Tea? No�such base
items can hardly cheer a spy of your�caliber. A capital idea,
then�how about some blood?�

The black eyes staring at him widened frantically as Harry�s
arm darted out, grabbing his face in a vise-like grip. His fingers parted the
man�s mouth open with some difficulty, and extended in, grasping the slippery
tongue. It was hard to keep a hold of, so Harry thanked the darkness of the
room, and extended the claw on his index finger, viciously stabbing it through
the tongue, and ripping it out. As he pulled it out, he avoided the small spurt
of blood, and retracted the claw. Quickly, before Snape could spit the blood
out mid-scream, he slammed the man�s mouth shut, and held it so tightly. Even
so, some amount of blood leaked out from between the man�s lips, and covered
his hands.

The sound of a muffled scream and panicking were easily
audible to Harry, as his position while holding the man�s head caused his face
to be a mere inch away from the side of Snape�s head. Eventually, he was forced
to swallow the blood, as it was impossible to breathe while holding the fluid
in his mouth. Pleased, Harry let go of the man�s head, and stepped away as
Snape gagged, trying in vain to throw the blood back up. The coppery taste was
disgusting to him, but he was unable to focus on it for long due to the pain in
his mouth. Sobbing and whimpering, he collapsed on the floor, choking when he
tried to scream because of the blood that repeatedly filled his mouth.

Harry looked up, a sadistic grin on his face, and was met
with Voldemort�s nonplussed face.

The Dark Lord blinked. Then, he blinked again.

Some emotion seemed to bubbling up in the red eyes of the
quasi-monster, and Harry patiently waited for it to manifest, patting Snape�s
cheek like one would a dog.

The Dark Lord blinked again.

Then he laughed. A cold, chilling laugh,
yet with the unmistakable ring of true amusement. It exploded out of his
mouth, filling the tiny room with the reverberating sound that nearly made
Harry wince.

Finally, the laughter came to an end, and Voldemort swiped a
hand at his eyes, filching some wetness out of them. Shaking his head, a
giggle�a GIGGLE�spurting out of his lips, he choked out �Excellent, Potter! Incredible. You have a flair for this, boy,
you should have joined me a long time ago. I haven�t laughed out of true
amusement in over six months! The last time was when Wormtail soiled himself
when I glared at him.�

Harry grinned, pleased at the very least by the fact that
someone appreciated his work. He gazed down at Snape, a smile still on his face,
and slapped him back to consciousness, saying �Come now, Snape! This is no time
to sleep! The humor is just getting good!�

He grimaced, noting that his hands were once more covered in
blood, and shook them vigorously, causing small sprinkles to dot the greasy
man�s face. Irritably, he held his hands out to Voldemort, who obliged him by
casting a quick charm to remove the filth from his fingers.

A sickened expression on his face, he turned to Voldemort
again, and muttered �Christ�I just touched his tongue!�

The Dark Lord frowned at the use of the reference to Muggle
culture, but said �I think that�s enough for you. I shall finish here, though
it will doubtlessly take a while. You�ve taken your revenge, so be satisfied
with Wormtail�Snape has a lot to answer for, traitor that he is.�

Standing, Harry nodded, and moved for the door, throwing a
last glance at Snape before he left. He stopped short, wheeling about sharply,
and said �You realize that I will have to escape soon? Perhaps on Friday�that
gives me three days.�

Voldemort raised an eyebrow in response, clearly waiting for
an explanation as to why Harry would want to �escape�.

�I need to get back into Dumbledore�s graces�and what better
way than to valiantly manage to apparate to safety, after being held in the
clutches of the Dark Lord for a whole week of torture? This was meant to be a
vacation of sorts for me, but eventually, I need to get back there.�

Voldemort nodded slowly, saying �I will allow you this.
However, I expect you to give me a conclusive answer as to what your allegiance
shall be by the 1^st of September. We shall negotiate tomorrow, so
that you understand exactly what I have to offer you.�

Harry nodded his understanding, and left. As much as he
hated to admit it, he rather admired Voldemort. The man inspired such terror,
possessed such power, and commanded such force that it was unwise to even think
of underestimating him. He was a leader, and he ruled with an iron fist. While
he knew that joining Voldemort was impossible, he could recognize the fact that
it was a lucrative option, at the very least.

Shaking his head, he discarded the thoughts, leaving them
for later review. Right now, he mused with a spark in his eyes, he had a woman
to tame.

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With a slight hiss of air, Bellatrix Black appeared in the
Guest Hall of Malfoy Mansion. The opulent d�cor, as always, reminded her of
what she had missed out in life. While her sister, married to a brute of equal
idiocy, lived a life of plush luxury, she had languished in Azkaban, employing
what little she knew of Occlumency to protect her vulnerable mind. Of course,
she had failed, transforming one who was once a cold, ruthless yet moralistic
woman into an insane, depraved maniac. The Ritual of Restoration had, to some
extent, returned control of her mental facilities to her, but the wear of
Azkaban still lingered within her; the darkness of thought and the perverse
fascination with death and torture still held its own degree of sway in her
mind.

But now things were different. She had a man, young though
he was, who appreciated her for exactly who she was. He wanted every ounce of
the woman that Bellatrix Black was, and she would give him exactly what he
wanted, without having to become someone that she wasn�t. With his power, fame
and wealth, she would be the one who would live in a mansion. She would be an
Empress.

While she loved her sister, some amount of malice and envy
had always beset their bond. She envied the fact that her sister had enjoyed
such luxury when she had been cast aside. Bella had always appreciated
Narcissa�s beauty�it was rather narcissistic, as the two looked almost entirely
similar. Truth be told, she had always wanted her superiority over Narcissa to
be firmly established, and having Narcissa be her slave would satisfy more than
one craving. It would not mean that she would live like an animal, collared and
domesticated. But she would not exactly live in the lap of luxury anymore. Bellatrix
Black would have her, in any way that she wanted.

The wards on the house alerted Narcissa, who dispatched an
elf to inquire as to who the visitor was. The elf, possessing some ridiculous
name, bowed fearfully before Bellatrix Black, making her perversely proud
because her reputation had reached even the massive, floppy ears of this
pathetic race.

She snapped at the elf, commanding it to take her to her
sister. The elf, terrified, immediately obeyed, in hopes of staying unharmed.
Of course, considering the various scars that pockmarked its body, this was a
rather unrealistic hope. Sure enough, as Bellatrix was shown into the massive
living room of the house, she pulled on the door a tad too hard, causing it to
rocket into the elf�s head as it bowed her in. Squealing, it fell to the floor,
grasping its head. Irritably, Narcissa snapped her wand towards it, a flash of
green light ending its life.

�Disgusting little creatures.
Always breeding, but they get stupider each generation,� she muttered,
banishing the elf to the kitchens, where more of its kind would weep and moan
over the supposed �loss of valuable life�.

Bellatrix greeted her sister with a hug and a kiss on each
cheek, a smile on her face. �You look beautiful, Narcy. The Ritual worked
excellently, it seems, on both of us.�

Narcissa held her sister at arm�s length, scrutinizing her
closely. Finally, she roughly pulled her in for a hug, tightly grasping her as
she said �It is incredible to see you looking this beautiful again, Bella.�

She smiled, returning the hug.

Taking her hand, Narcissa led Bellatrix over to the opulent
couches, where they sat down and spoke avidly about meaningless things,
recounting what had happened since they had completed the ritual. They drank
tea and talked, the atmosphere pleasant.

About an hour after they had sat down, someone entered the
room. It was Draco Malfoy, looking smug as ever, swaggering into the room.
Narcissa barely managed to hide the look of distaste on her face, but Bellatrix
was unable to. Draco, of course, took this as a positive sign, an expression of
her obvious love for him.

Draco sat extremely close to her, and smiled at her
suggestively, putting his hand on her thigh. �Why hello. Mother, are you
arranging my marriage to this beautiful lady?�

Narcissa�s mouth fell open in shock, and Draco somehow took
this as his mother agreeing with him. Smiling, what was in his opinion, a
dazzling smile, he slid his hand further up her leg, saying �Why don�t we
adjourn to my room, then? I�m sure you don�t wish to be bothered by my mother.
You can show me you-urk!�

He was cut off as three things happened simultaneously.
First, his hand reached a dangerous position on Bella�s thigh. Second, she
grabbed his hand in a tight grip, and twisted it hard, nearly snapping it.
Third, her other hand shot up to grab his throat, squeezing hard and causing
him to choke. Standing up, she pushed him away from her, causing him to sprawl
on the floor.

He leapt to his feet, eyes blazing, and snarled �How dare
you! Do you know who I am? You should be lucky that I�m even considering
touching you!�

Bella smirked, and whipped out her wand, snarling �Crucio!� The unforgivable hit Draco in
the face, and he went down screaming. For the first time in a long while,
occasions with her sister not counted, Narcissa smiled out of true amusement.

Conversationally, Bella said �You forget your place, boy. I
am Bellatrix Black, and you are a pre-pubescent, irritating little snot. It�s
almost laughable that you would think to touch me. Perhaps�� she mused,
stroking her chin, �perhaps you should meet my lover, so you know exactly what
sort of man I like.�

At this, Narcissa choked, and Draco paled. He had heard
about his aunt, the one who was the right hand of the Dark Lord. Cursing his
stupidity, he tried to babble something, but she silenced him with a glare, and
conjured ropes to tie him up.

Wheeling around, she was confronted by her sister, who asked
with raised eyebrows �Your lover? And what of Rudolphus?�

Smirking, she answered �He killed Rudolphus. Then, he bedded
me in the most amazing manner. Then, he killed Rabastan.�

Narcissa�s eyes were practically popping out of her head.
�And the Dark Lord hasn�t killed him? Amazing!�

Smirking, Bella said �I�ll bring him over here. He wanted to
meet you anyways. Oh�he doesn�t like Draco much, so just leave him right there.
I�m sure you will like how things turn out.�

Narcissa nodded blankly, unsure of what to say. �I�uh�I�ll
have an elf wait for you in the Guest Hall to show you in.� Bella nodded, and
left for the apparation point.

Back in the room, Draco glared at his mother, and snarled
�Free me from these ropes, woman! First you go through some ritual to make you
look like a trollop, and now you allow your whore of a sister to restrain me?
Release me at once, and hope that I don�t let Father know about this!�

Narcissa crouched down, but instead of freeing him, she
slapped Draco across the face. Sneering at his shocked expression, she said
�Your dear Father, the bastard that he is, is a little busy right now, In fact,
I hear he is in Azkaban right now, talking to his shadow, and shitting all over
himself. Keep yourself silent, or I will end your life!�

�You wouldn�t dare!� he gasped, fear in his eyes.

Sneering, she said �Don�t doubt it, boy. There is no love
lost between the two of us, and it would not hurt to let you die.�

He gasped again, shaking slightly in fear from the
expression on his mother�s face.

Cruelly, she said �Did you know how you were conceived? Let
me tell you, Draco. You are unaware that your father is homosexual, correct?�

His answering look of disbelief was enough, and she
continued �Now you know. He used a spell to impregnate me,
he did not even deflower me. The spell made sure that you would be a boy, and
that you would take on the majority of his features and tendencies. What part
of you comes from me? As far as I can see, Draco, the only thing we share is
blood type. So, you see, I am not particularly concerned with preserving the
line of a man who treated me like shit, and forced me to spawn his virtual
replica.�

The sound of clapping made her turn, and she saw Bellatrix
leading someone in. The man that followed her was tall, a good 6�1, with broad
shoulders and a narrow waist. He seemed to be well muscled, going by the way
his robe hugged his body tightly. He was so handsome that he almost seemed
beautiful to her, the symmetry of his face somehow seeming perfectly aligned
and incredibly attractive. Unblemished skin, tanned a light golden brown by the
sun, stood out, increasing the vivid color of his eyes. His eyes were an
incredible shade of green, and his hair was pulled back into a traditional pureblood
ponytail.

She had to force herself to blank her emotions, but she was
impressed. Her sister had found someone who looked utterly delicious, and was
apparently very powerful, if he killed Rudolphus and Rabastan.

When he finally came close enough for her to see every
feature of his face, she nearly fainted. There, above his eyebrow was a very
famous scar.

Blanching, she turned to Bellatrix and asked �Is there
something you want to say?�

Theatrically, Bellatrix sighed, her hand caressing Potter�s
rear. �What can I say, Narcy? I�ve always had a thing for the Boy-Who-Lived.�

At those words, Narcissa raised an eyebrow, and Draco, from
his place on the floor, choked in disbelief. He began stammering atrocities,
trying to maneuver his body into a sitting position.

His actions were cut short as a boot landed on his chest
none too lightly, and pressed him back against the ground. Harry Potter�s face
loomed over him, smirking at his misfortune.

�Hello, Draco, dear,� he said, the smirk never leaving his
face.

Turning to Narcissa, he scrutinized her closely, making no
pretense of covering his appreciation. She blushed, feeling his gaze carefully
raking her body, taking in every feature on her body. A slow smirk spread on
his face as he saw her blush, and he inclined his head, saying �Very nice�� She
blushed again, turning away slightly so she wasn�t looking into his eyes any
more.

�Please, take a seat.� She obeyed unconsciously, entirely
ignoring the fact that it was her house, and that he was at HER hospitality,
not the other way around. He moved away from Draco and sat next to her,
extremely close to her body, but not quite touching her. Turning sideways, he
looked at her calmly, waiting for her to say something.

Although he wasn�t touching her, she shivered under his
gaze, feeling rather naked in the way he was gazing at her. Dimly, in the back
of her mind, she pondered why he was looking at her like that when her sister,
his lover, was standing just a few feet away. She made to say something, but
her breath caught as her eyes found his again, and she closed her mouth
silently.

He smiled at her, his fingers rising to gently stroke her
cheek. She twitched, feeling his fingers touch her. His fingers were calloused,
the fingers of a fighter�a real man, unlike Lucius, who pampered himself like a
woman, practically bathing in salves to keep his skin soft. Unconsciously, she
leaned into his touch ever so slightly, making his smile widen.

Bellatrix looked at them interacting, a meld of emotions within
her. Of course, some amount of jealousy was present, he, after all, was her
man. But there was also anticipation, security in the bond that she shared with
him, and a tiny bit of guilt for what the fate of her sister would be. The last
emotion, perversely, was arousal�seeing him in his
element, doing what was native to his species, was a curious aphrodisiac for
her. She reclined into her seat, fighting the urge to slip her hand down the
waistband of her skirt.

His thumb gently stroked her cheek as he whispered �May I
call you Narcissa?�

Heart beating wildly, she blushed like a schoolgirl when she
replied �Narcy�� He smiled at her, still caressing her cheek.

�Do you love him? Do you care for him? Do you want him to
live?� He was careful. He did not want to influence her opinion�something that
he could easily do. All it would take was a simple compulsion laced into the
aura of attraction that he was exuding, and she would melt at his feet,
agreeing to anything he desired. But she was a mother, and out of respect for
his own, he would not harm her son unless she truly wanted it.

Indecision reigned in her expressions as her eyes lost focus
for a while, pondering events of the past. Sadness showed in her eyes as she
whispered �I never loved him�he-he was my son, but not anymore. I can�t-I won�t!- feel anything for him! He is�his father, in all ways. Not
mine�no, not mine at all. And he will kill�he already has. Innocents.
Muggles�filthy, they are�but they don�t deserve it. He doesn�t even justify
it�he isn�t a Death Eater, he just captures them and
tortures them. Disgusting. He doesn�t deserve to
live.�

A tear rolled from her eye, sliding down her cheek and
making a gentle splash on the palm that touched her cheek. He wiped the wetness
away with his thumb, his other hand gently taking her hand in his. Then, her
eyes became cold, unforgiving as always. �No. Draco Malfoy will not live. The
line of Malfoy will end.�

He moved closer to her, his thigh pressed against hers. �Very well. Will you kill him? Or shall I? Or shall we
torture him�for all that he has done?�

A smirk spread on her face as she whispered one word. �Torture.� He was not just a little surprised,
she was apparently just as bloodthirsty as her sister. A similar smirk spread
on his face.

�I have an idea,� he said, now holding her face in both
hands, gently touching her. She looked into his eyes, melting even further into
his grip.

�What?� she whispered, now so entranced by the color of his
eyes that her hand reached up to touch his face, fingers drifting over his lips
with impossible gentleness.

�Let it wait. I want you, Narcy�do you want me?� His aura
was playing about them in waves, at a low level of strength. At his maximum,
all the women within a hundred meters would rush to his side, clutching at his
skin for attention.

Her eyes went wide. Her tongue darted out to moisten her
lips as she continued touching his face. �N-N-Yes,� she admitted, now clutching
at his shoulders with urgency. He was impressed. Apparently, she was hard to
convince. He had not attempted anything on Bellatrix�he wanted her to be his
Alpha, and he would have her in no other manner except voluntarily.

Leaning in, he gently brushed his lips against hers, and was
a bit startled when she responded energetically, latching onto his lips with
hers forcefully. Perhaps, it wasn�t conviction that had made her hard to sway, it was simply her innate desire to maintain her
dignity. Of course, after having admitted her attraction, no such matters
trifled her any longer.

She climbed into his lap, kissing him hard, her lips parting
his, tongue immediately darting into his mouth to find his. Her fingers
threaded into his hair, clutching tightly. He ignored the slight pain, gently
taking her into his arms, one hand on her hip, the other stroking her back. She
moaned as his hand squeezed on her hip, rutting against him wildly. Gently, he
calmed her down, stroking her back.

�Slowly,� he whispered, stroking her hair. She nodded
demurely, relaxing in his grip. He lifted her, and set her down on the couch,
and stood up. He walked over to Draco, grinning at the look of utter hatred on
his face.

Bending down, he cast a silencing charm on him, and with a glint of malice in his eyes, whispered �Have
fun watching this, Draco, dear.� He screamed bloody murder, tossing around, but
all that was heard was a slight rustling of his clothes. Harry grinned
malevolently again, patting his cheek. Then, he hauled Draco�s restrained body
up easily, holding him by the throat. Applying a sticking charm to the wall, he
stuck Draco to it. In this position, Draco could see everything going on in the
sitting area. Throwing a smirk over his shoulder, Harry walked back to
Narcissa.

Pulling her to her feet, he held her by the waist as he
kissed her slowly, Narcissa responding with equal passion. Pulling away
slightly, he reached behind her, undoing the fastening that covered the zipper
of her sun dress. It parted easily, and he slowly slid the zip down, absently
wondering when the Magical world had learnt about zippers. When it reached the
bottom, about an inch above the swell of her buttocks, he pulled his arms up,
gently fingering the shoulder straps of the garment. Flashing a smirk at Draco
over Narcissa�s shoulder, he slipped the straps off, and let the dress fall to
the floor.

Draco thrashed against the wall in fury as Harry gazed at
Narcissa in frank appreciation, swallowing audibly as he took in the beauty of
her body. His palm covered her breast, gently massaging as he kissed her again,
moving his lips off hers and down to her neck. His eyes were closed as he
worked on her, indulging in the incredible experience that it was. When they
opened, he had to fight to cover his smirk as he saw Bellatrix, gazing at them
with fire in her eyes, hand mysteriously missing down her skirt, fondling
herself with abandon.

He allowed Narcissa to slowly disrobe him, interspersing the
movements of her hands with occasional kisses pressed to the newly uncovered
parts of his body. When, at last, he was naked, she pressed kisses to his chest
as she slowly dropped to her knees before him. His fingers laced into her hair,
gripping gently as she took his cock into her hands, looking at it reverently.
A smile crossed his face as he leaned his head back, her lips gently enveloping
the head of his cock. Her ministrations were soft and gentle, coaxing him to
hardness with her hands and mouth. She, Harry decided, was gifted in the use of
her tongue, as she somehow managed to wrap her tongue around him.

The expression of dedicated concentration on her face was
arousing to him, quickly bringing him to full mast, throbbing within the soft
grip of her hands. Long fingers were curled around his shaft, stroking ever so
slowly, and he was unable to stifle the gasp that rose out of him as she flicked
her tongue out. He pulled her up, gently kissing her lips, her hands roaming
over his chest, feeling the definition of his muscles. Lifting her up, he laid
her down on the couch. For the first time, Draco got a look at his mother�s
front, and he screamed silently, cursing Harry and himself as a bulge grew in
his pants.

Noting Draco�s expression, Harry smirked again. He moved
Narcissa into a sitting position, and lifted her up, sliding under her so she
was sitting on his lap, her back against his chest. She was facing Draco, but
paid him no heed as she threw her head back onto his shoulder as he gently
massaged her breasts, fingers grazing against her erect nipples. Draco�s face
was red in fury as Harry smirked at him, his hands roaming over Narcissa�s body.
He bit down on her neck, sucking on her skin as he hefted her breasts, utterly
loving the feeling of the large orbs in his hands.

His cock, erect and throbbing, was restrained by her crotch,
being pressed down along the length of his thighs by her weight. The lips of
her pussy were against his shaft, and as she rutted against him, moaning
desperately, her nether lips felt as if they were kissing the length of his
member. Finally tired of the foreplay, despite having given her little in the
way of real pleasure, he gently lifted her up in his lap. As if she were
reading his mind, her hands found his crotch, her right hand aligning the head
of his cock with her wet entrance, the other playing with his balls. In an
agonizingly slow movement, she slid down the length of his member, taking his
impressive size in inch by inch. Her head thrown back, she gasped loudly at the
initial penetration, her hand leaving his balls to gently massage her clit.

Through gritted teeth, he hissed in pleasure feeling her hot
snatch envelop his cock tightly. A few inches in, she whimpered as her hymen
broke, and deciding to get the pain over with, plopped down on his lap, taking
him in entirely. She screamed as the pain struck her, but was quickly soothed
by his hands stroking her to calmness. A few seconds later, she began bouncing
on him, slow at first, and building up her speed. Laying
back, he let her take control, simply using his hands to fondle her breasts, or
reaching down to her snatch to stimulate her clit.

Minutes later found her crying out in exultation as she
came, climaxing with enough force for her to fall limp in his arms. Still hard,
he gently lifted her off his lap, allowing space for some of their fluids to
drip down on him. Moving her body, he laid her down over the arm of the couch
so that her rear was pointed up in the air. A wicked smile played across his
face as his hands gently massaged the cheeks of her ass, relaxing the tension
out of her. He grinned at Draco, then Bellatrix, who was breathing heavily, panting
from arousal.

He pressed a kiss to the small of her back, and then on each
cheek of her ass. He wet his fingers in the fluid of her arousal, and slowly
inserted them into Narcissa�s bung, gently lubricating her. Even so, he cast a
charm to make his passage easy on both of them. Pointing the tip of his cock
against her hole, he slowly thrust in, allowing her to become accustomed to his
size. She was moaning into the pillows of the couch, fingers gripping the
fabric tightly. When, at last, he was all the way inside her, he paused, and
turned to Draco.

Draco, seeing his mother being consensually sodomized by his
worst enemy, nearly exploded in his anger, his rage more than apparent through
the blush on his face. Even so, his arousal was equally evident, his hardness
straining in his trousers. He felt sickened, knowing that he was aroused by his
mother, but was unable to ignore the fact that she was painfully gorgeous�her
naked body glistening with sweat, each inch of her body more voluptuous than
the last. The smirk on Harry�s face as he pounded into Narcissa again and again
angered him increasingly, but the silencing charm did its work.

Harry was in heaven, his eyes closed tightly as he thrust
into Narcissa, her tightness and heat incredibly arousing to him. He could feel
his orgasm approaching, and a smirk spread on his face as he planned yet
another action to anger Malfoy. The seconds passed, bringing on another
apocalyptic orgasm for Narcissa. She screamed, a
kaleidoscope of colors flashing in her eyes as her vision swam a little.

Almost at his peak, Harry pulled out of Narcissa, quickly
telling her to get on her knees. Taking his member into her soft grip, she
stroked him to completion, her mouth pleasurably enveloping his cock. He
climaxed, firing streams of come deep into her mouth. Before finishing, he
pulled out of her mouth, emptying the rest of his load on her face, in full
view of Draco. Gasping for breath after the incredible orgasm, he slumped onto
the couch, pulling her into his lap. A wave of his hand cleared the semen from
her face, the rest being swallowed by Narcissa. Still breathing heavily, he
kissed her, easing her lips open to find her tongue. The slight salty taste of
the semen lingered, but he paid it no heed, stroking her cheek contentedly as
they kissed.

At length, he pulled away, whispering �You will be mine,
Narcy, won�t you?�

She whimpered, pressing her body against his as she murmured
her assent. He wrapped his arms around her waist, telling her to lean her head
to the side. She complied, exposing her slender neck to
him. Licking the skin on her neck produced a shudder, and he gently kissed her
skin a few times. Then, he transformed under her, causing Draco�s eyes to widen
in shock and fear. The enveloping aura of sexuality called to Narcissa, who
surrendered to it entirely, falling limp in his arms. Gently, he sunk his teeth
into her neck, tasting her blood. To him, there was no coppery flavor, no
disgusting tang�it was a beautiful sensation, a wonderful taste. He released
the toxin into her body, feeling it seep into her bloodstream and spread
through her body. He extracted his fangs a second before her orgasm struck,
carrying her away in a maelstrom of pleasure as she screamed her ecstasy to the
high heavens.

She fell limp against him again, slowly regaining her
strength. She wasn�t his alpha, so the bonding wasn�t too hard on them.
Respectfully, she kissed him, and whispered �Master.�

He grinned at her, caressing her cheeks, and replied �Narcy,
love, you are mine now.� She smiled brilliantly, her beauty being impossibly
enhanced by the simple gesture.

�Now,� he whispered, caressing her cheek, �let�s take care
of two little problems, shall we?�

Bellatrix, who had managed to reach her climax a few minutes
ago, slipped onto the couch next to him. She gently stroked her sister�s
breasts, pressing kisses to her nipples. Pulling away, she kissed Harry hard,
and nipped at his lip as she withdrew. �Two problems, Master?�

A malevolent glint in his eyes, Harry smirked, saying �Of
course. Dear Draco here, and, of course, Wormtail.�

The malice glinting in their eyes promised true pain and
suffering.

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Well, there you have it. Hope you liked the chapter, so read
& review!

Draco and Wormtail torture, Tonks joining the harem,
negotiations, and a Dark Revel coming up next chapter. I wanted to fit it in
here, but I thought �Hey, why not make them wait?�

Peace out.

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