A Little Lestrange | By : DTheSwitch Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 10478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Bellatrix is on her hands and knees, her ass ready. Neville had spent a good hour making it ready, tonguing it like before, but also slowly inserting more and more fingers, readying it to his Mistresses wishes. Now she was ready, or so she said. Neville was positioned behind her, his dick was so hard from excitement, excited for something he didn’t even know he wanted before.
Neville slides his dick slowly up her ass. It’s tight, insanely tight, even after all the work he’s done to make her ready. She groans, “It feels good, Neville. Fuck me.”
This was the first time she had used his first name since that fateful night. And the first time he felt like he had the slightest bit of control. He began his thrusts deep inside her ass, trying his best to be gentle. He tries to reach around, to rub her clit.
“You don’t need to worry about me. Just finish.”
Neville delivers three more deep, hard, thrusts, as he cries out her name and comes inside of her ass.
He pulls out. His dick is already shrinking as Bellatrix lashes out at him.
“What was that? You don’t call me ‘Bellatrix,’ you pathetic worm. It’s Mistress Lestrange.”
She takes him by the neck and presses against him, against the wall. “Turn around.”
He does so. She reaches behind, rubbing his asshole with her finger. She mutters a spell to lubricate the finger as it slides inside him. He groans. It feels decidedly different. “Just for that, I’m going to show you how it’s really done.”
She slowly begins sticking her fingers up inside him. One, then two, then three. Neville is groaning in a mix of pleasure and pain.
“My slave will obey.” She says, as she reaches for an object on the desk. She pulls it out, it looks like a normal pair of panties, except for the dildo sewn inside it. A strap-on. She slips it on and presents the dick, six inches long and a good half-inch think, in front of Neville.
“Suck it.”
“But I…”
“Suck your Mistress’ cock, slave.”
Neville drops to his knees and wraps his mouth around the dildo. He tries his best to give a blowjob, like the one Luna gave him, bobbing his head back and forth. She chuckles at his attempt, “You look like you’ve done this before, Longbottom. Are you and Potter closer than you’ve been letting on? Or maybe the Weasley boy? Get ready to be fucked.”
He turns around, arches his back. Bellatrix slowly slides the long dildo inside of him. He groans and winces in pain. He feels his hole tearing slightly. She begins to thrust.
“I offered you a precious gift, didn’t I, Slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“And what did you do?”
“I misbehaved, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? Sorry? Apologize all you want, Slave, but you are going to have to take it up the ass like I did. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Mistress. I’ll take your punishment willingly.”
“That’s a good slave.” She says, thrusting against him, grinding her body (and her clit, he realized) against him until she came. She screamed and grabbed his ass as she did, collapsing in a sweaty heap.
“You’re only good for one thing.” She told him.
Panting, he had to agree.
And then, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Something cold and unnatural and…
“Bellatrix, cover yourself,” came a cold familiar voice. The Dark Lord, He Who Could Not Be Named, strode into his lieutenant’s private chamber. He quirked a hairless eyebrow. “You did always have…interesting taste.”
“He is working for us now, Master,” Bellatrix purrs, seeming to change completely from the icy dominatrix Neville worshipped to a whimpering lapdog. She crawled naked to him. “I’ve trained him for you, he raped the Lovegood girl and everything.”
Voldemort looked at Neville and smiled, it was a smile that cut to the core of him.
“Good show. You have turned Potter upside down, and half the school with him. He is trying to figure out how I managed to sneak into the school.” He chortles.
Bellatrix has made it to her master’s leg. “And you’ve been rewarding him for his service?”
“When he behaves properly, Master.”
“Or when you feel like rewarding him. Has she punished you? Perhaps been unfair?”
Neville is shocked to realize the Dark Lord is talking to him! And cordially at that! He looks over to Bella, then to Voldemort, trying not to fully make eye contact. “No, sir, she only punished me when I deserved it.”
Voldemort grinned, “I find that very hard to believe. Bella has something of a vicious streak,” he grabs her by the cheeks, pulls her up slightly, “Isn’t that right, Bella?”
She gulps. Neville looks on, unsure of what’s going to happen next. Mistress Lestrange would have hit him with a crucio curse had he talked to her half as insolently. But then, Voldemort is the one with power here.
“I do, sir, I’m, I’m sorry sir.”
“Sorry about what?”
“Sorry I’m so vicious.”
“I see the Longbottom boy is a little longer than usual. Did you do that to him? What did he do to deserve that?”
“I, I, I, I gave him my ass, Master. And he, he, he, he, he had the nerve, the nerve sir, to call me ‘Bella…’ Only you call me that…”
“Oh did he now? And this,” he holds up the strap-on, “This is yours?”
She looks at the strap on, terrified.
“You aren’t answer me, Bella, is. This. Yours.”
“Sir I can…”
He slaps her across the face. “Answer me! Is this yours?”
She whimpers a bit, “It’s mine, sir. I used it to fuck Longbottom’s ass.”
“Now, that’s hardly fair,” Voldemort says, drawing Bellatrix to her feet with a clawed finger. He doesn’t need to use a curse or charm, merely his raw control over his follower. He looks to Longbottom, “I have a question for you Neville. Have you enjoyed being her slave, her toy?”
Neville nods.
“And you have feelings for Mrs. Lestrange?”
He gulps, “Yes, sir, a little.”
He smiled. “She’s yours.”
Pause. “What?”
“Excuse me?” Bellatrix looks shocked.
“You’re in charge of her. Do what you will with her. But first, Master Longbottom, I’d like to ask for permission.”
“For what?”
“Bella wants me, and wants me badly, and I must admit I find her…somewhat appealing. So before she becomes your personal plaything, I want to have her just once.”
Neville smiles as he looks at Bellatrix, confused, shocked, thoroughly broken down, “I don’t know. What’s in it for me?”
“I will teach you secrets of the dark arts that not even she knows, I will teach you the innermost secrets of the forbidden curses. Things I have taught no one.”
Neville shakes his head, “I’ve never been particularly interested in the Dark Arts.”
“Very well. How about this?” he holds up a dusty book. Was it really…?
“A first edition of Plants and their Properties?”
Bella scoffs, “I’m being traded for a herbology text?!”
Neville nods and says with no small amount of malice, “Yes, and you’ll learn to like it. It’s a deal. Just don’t come inside her.”
“Of course, whatever you say,” Voldemort says with a grin. He approaches Bellatrix as he slowly disrobes, she looks at him quivering.
“Master, I’m sorry, I’m, I’m…”
“Your Master is behind me, you should be apologizing to him,” Voldemort grabs her by the neck, pulls her to her feet, forcefully turns her back and bends her over. And his long pale white member slowly slides inside her. She groans. He begins to thrust, each thrust so intense it shakes her entire body. She groans with each pounding thrust.
Neville watches, his dick growing long and hard as Mistress Lestrange, now his gift from and to the Dark Lord, writhes in pleasure as he fills her twists and turns. “Master! Yes! Yes!”
Voldemort smacks Bellatrix hard on the ass. She stops. He can see the throbbing redness, some blood drawn from his nails. “I am not your master anymore. Neville is. Look at your Master.”
She looks at him.
“Tell him how incredible he is.”
She struggles to get the words out as Voldemort plows her, “Longbottom…Neville…Master! You are amazing! Incredible and special in every way! You are incredible!”
Neville sits slackjawed, Voldemort is not amused. Never breaking his rhythm, he reaches forward, wrapping his claw fingers around her slender neck. His fingers strangle her slowly. She makes a gurgling noise.
“Is that the best you can do? Pathetic. I should do the world a favor and end your miserable existence. But you are Neville’s now.”
She looks out in genuine terror, “Your life is in this pathetic whelp’s hands. This Auror’s child. Do you wish you were nicer to him then?”
She looks back, shakes her head ‘yes’ between gasps.
“Do you want me to spare your measly little life?”
Again, she shakes her head ‘yes.’
“Don’t look to me to spare you. Ask your owner. Ask Neville.”
She looks, blearly eyed towards Neville. He sputters.
“Th,th,th,That’s enough. Let her go.”
Voldemort looks at him as he plows Bellatrix, “Are you sure?”
Bella looks at him desperate.
“Yes, yes, I’m sure!”
The Dark Lord sighs, “As you wish.” He lets go of her throat, pulling out. His long malformed white member spraying all across her back. It sizzles as it instantly dissolves and evaporates.
Weeping, her mascara and eyeshadow running, crawls to Neville as Voldemort turns and leaves, draping his robes around himself.
“You will have difficulties with her, but enjoy her while you can. The text is yours. Enjoy your toy.”
She looks up to him, “What will we do now?” Pause “Master?”
Neville grins.
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