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Boredom	By : Lucreace Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For the first time she could remember, Bellatrix was annoyed at the Dark Lord’s call. She stalked through the manor corridors and did her best to cool her blood. This was no state to be in mentally when in front of him. She couldn’t let him suspect she was attracted to the half-blood. No way. She was a Black after all and that held certain expectations in itself. She pushed open the door to Voldemort’s chambers and was surprised to see her vacant starring, thick headed husband standing behind him.
“Bellatrix,” he nodded.
“Rodolphus,” she replied. Really, her husband was a complete moron, so unlike the slender man she’d recently sat on the lap of. “What can I do for you Lord?” she asked turning to face the pale skinned snake like Voldemort. All remnants of her ardour vanished as she looked into those brilliant red eyes. Rage built within her once more and she glared at Rodolphus as though she wanted to snap him in half – she did.
“Ahh, Bellatrix. I’ve a special task for the pair of you,” the Dark Lord hissed, his voice more of a tickling whisper than anything else.
Oh? And what would that be? Her eyes flicked to her husband, who just stood there waiting like the great oaf he was. “You only have to give the word,” she hissed. Her hands curled into fists until her nails dug into her palms. The Dark Lord’s nose twitched and she narrowed her eyes slightly. The move would get her into trouble and she knew it but there was no way she could stop herself
“Rodolphus, Bellatrix,” he said looking at them each in turn. “I need you to complete an assignment together. I need an heir.” Rodolphus grinned luridly at her and she swallowed. Looking sidelong at her husband she swallowed. He was an ape and now she was going to be forced to fuck him more often than she currently did. Once a fortnight was enough for the ape, it was too much for her. Not that she didn’t enjoy sex, just not with him.
“What about Draco?” she hissed. Rodolphus gave her a glare that looked more like an idiotic monkey drooling. She ignored him.
“Although I have much fondness for the boy, I find I want an heir of my own. Lucius has been too soft with the boy and he lacks your flare for violence.” Voldemort replied. He had a point and she conceded that. What Rodolphus brought to the table however, she had no idea. “You can get started on this task right away?” he asked.
Bellatrix shook her head. Voldemort narrowed his eyes and Rodolphus let out a deep sigh. “Wrong time of the month,” she barked out.
“See that you get started as soon as you can.” With that, the Dark Lord whirled away, leaving her alone with her husband. She growled as he looked over her with a leer.
“Don’t think that you can start now,” she snapped before turning on her heels and stalking from the room, leaving the ape where he belonged. Without thought, she returned to Severus’ room and barged in without knocking. He was sat sullenly nursing a glass of fire whiskey. Crossing the floor, she poured a glass of her own and drained it, filled it and sank down on the couch,
“What?” she hissed when he turned to look at her. His dark eyes flashed at her abruptness and she waved a hand, “Oh don’t pretend to be offended.”
“What have you been assigned that has put you in such a temper?” he asked. He twisted in his chair so he was facing her.
“I’ve been ordered to produce an heir.” She was unable to keep the disgust out of her voice. “With my husband…”
“Yet you find yourself here.” His voice was a purr and she looked up. She knew a wicked smile was creeping back onto hr face. The fire of the whiskey burned in her stomach and she sipped the rest of the glass before placing it aside.
“Indeed I do.” She swallowed as she stood up. “I fear this little tryst may well have to come to an end almost before it begins but before we part ways and go back to glaring at each other over the table, I’d like my curiosity satisfied.”
He looked down his long nose at her, a slight curve at the side of his scowling mouth. When she reached him, she took his glass from his hand and placed it on the side. Her hand slid to his chest and she sank into his lap, resuming the place she had occupied before their lord’s call.
“What curiosity is that?” he asked. His voice was merely a whisper. She brought her mouth to his, returning them to the point they had been before she left. Her lips pressed his and he began to move beneath her. The warmth of the fire whiskey that had pooled in her belly sparked into an inferno of passion. A passion she now found transferring to him through her mouth. Her tongue pressed against his lips, coaxing them open. When they parted, she dove into him, exploring the contours and shape of him as he did to her.
She became aware of his hand curling up her back, holding the small of her spine still so she couldn’t escape. She didn’t want to, this time; there would be no calling her away. Her hand descended along the line of his buttons, so many of them, and found the buckle of his belt. She shifted her weight a little so she could press the heel of her hand into his growing bulge. The sucked in breath as they kissed told her it was having the right effect
His hand cupped her breast as her fingers. Hers fumbled at his belt as their tongues crashed and collided, danced and fought around each other. Blood flushed her cheeks; his breath was drawn in ragged gasps between kisses. She gasped as he plunged his hand into her top and pinched her nipple. She tore through his clothing, ripping the fly of his trousers open and fished out his hard cock. Another sigh into her mouth as her hand gripped him and began pumping the shaft. She wasn’t gentle but she wasn’t rough either. The skin was soft under her hand and Merlin; he was larger than she thought.
Shifting in his lap without breaking the kiss, she yanked her skirt up to her waist. His hand left her breast and slid into the slick space between her thighs. “So willing…” he muttered into her mouth. She didn’t wait any longer. Rising on her knees, she positioned him and slid down his length slowly. The filling sensation made her grunt, made him sigh.
Then she was moving. He’d lifted her with ease, her legs around his waist. Her back hit stone and she arched against it, feeling him swell within her. This was what he’d wanted that first night. The night he’d refused to be seduced by boredom. She shuddered. It seemed to break him from his reverie because then he started thrusting. Long, slow, languid movements, filling her and then retreating, leaving her feeling bereft, it was heaven, it was hell, it was the best thing she’d had for a long time. Who knew that the greasy git would be so good at this? “Feels… so good,” she managed to breathe.
He picked up the pace. His thrusts gained a more urgent quality to them. Every time he hit forward, her let out a puff of air. Her hands gripped his hair, twisting as she began to cry out in passion. His moans joined hers; his voice added a new edge to this sudden development. She clenched around his length and bit his shoulder through the coat he was still wearing. “Make me come,” she ordered. He grunted in affirmation and his hand gripped her arse, supporting her.
Erratic, deep and crackling, white fire shot through her and she knew it wouldn’t be all that long before he was exploding within her. Good. Her lower back tensed and she twitched. Her own impending orgasm was looming fast. A hand brushed her clit, it was all she needed. Her body began to tremor and she lost all awareness of what was going on around her. All that mattered was the hammering inside her and the white, brilliant pure white of sensation. She screamed. Clutched his hair in her fists and tensed her thighs around him. Everything faded.
When she returned to herself, they’d collapsed back onto the couch, both breathing heavy and both dishevelled. She caught his black eyes and he smirked, “Curiosity satisfied?”
“Partly,” she replied. If she could convince him to carry on doing this with her, maybe she’d get knocked up quickly and not have to worry about upping the time she spend with her husband. A wicked grin spread over her face, “Though there are some other things I’d like to try at some point…” she trailed off and gauging by his reaction, it hadn’t gone down too badly.
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