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The Raven's Song	By : Quills Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N This chapter contains explicit scenes of sexual violence.
There was no time to waste. Lyra could not let her terror control her. Forcing her face to harden, she whipped her wand down through the air to disarm her opponents, but they sidestepped the spell then whirled towards her.
Diving to the ground to evade the vicious bolts that shot in her direction, she gasped as Rodolphus advanced on her. Battling with all her might to divert each and every spell he rained down upon her, she did not realise until it was too late that Rabastan was no longer in her line of sight.
Rodolphus’s laughter rang out around the small clearing as Lyra’s wand flew out of her hand, spinning through the air until Rabastan neatly caught it and pocketed it in his cloak. She whitened, painfully aware of the fact that her life was now in their hands.
Barely able even to breathe, she scrambled backwards as the two men circled restlessly around her, drawing closer with every passing moment until as one they lunged and seized hold of her arms. She bucked against them, but their grip was unshakeable and the more she fought, the louder their laughter became.
Her heart was racing wildly out of time, beating out a wild tattoo as together they backed her up towards the nearest tree. She opened her mouth, desperately seeking the words that might persuade them to free her, but before she could speak Rabastan lowered his head towards hers.
Lyra froze, nausea fast building in the pit of her stomach as she read the intent in his darkening eyes. His free hand wound through her hair, tugging until she flinched from the pain and twisted away, too slow to stop his mouth from descending upon her throat and kissing her so fiercely the soft skin bruised beneath his lips.
Infuriated and terrified all at once by the stolen intimacy, she pulled against them with all her might and thrashed her arms and legs, catching him in the stomach with her elbow and winning herself a stinging slap across the face to replace his unwanted kiss.
“My, you are a feisty little bitch, aren’t you?” Rodolphus said, admiration blazing in his eyes as Rabastan scowled at her.
“Isn’t she just?” his brother said before staring down at her with a ferocious intensity that stole the fight from her veins. With a low, choked sob, she shook her head desperately, but his hand closed around a fistful of her shirt as he spoke again. “You have just as much spirit as Lucius told us, Lyra. I can fully understand now why it is that he has lusted after you so fiercely and for so long. Rodolphus, I think it only right that we escort Lyra to his side, don’t you?”
“I can think of no better place to take her, brother.”
Slashing his wand through the air with a grim, mirthless smile, Rabastan conjured up a set of black ropes to bind around her limbs as her stomach gave a wild and unwelcome leap. Lucius. If the Lestranges intended to take her straight to him, perhaps all was not lost. Whatever his many faults were, he would defend her; that much she was certain of. He had made it patently clear that if he had his way, he would share her with no one. All she had to do was get to his side unscathed and he would take care of everything.
The irony that she was now looking to Lucius Malfoy for protection did not escape her.
Lyra’s face burned in the wake of the blow Rabastan had dealt her, but she held her head high as the ropes tightened around her and Rodolphus propelled her forward with his wand in the small of her back. She tensed in readiness for the Apparation they would force upon her, but instead they moved out of the shadow of the woods and onto a small, rarely used pathway that led towards the small group of lights in the distance.
She unwillingly twisted her head to the side to look at Rabastan. “We’re walking?”
“We cannot Apparate into Malfoy Manor; and besides, we are no more than half a mile away from it, Lyra. Did you not know how close you are to where Lucius is?”
“I...no.” Her pulse quickening, she stared into the distance, squinting until the shape of the handsome manor grew out of the gloom. She was so close to Lucius now that she could almost imagine him before her, and she needed him like never before. Doubtless that was why the merest thought of his face had her breath coming in shallow gasps, even the awareness that she was still at the mercy of the Lestrange brothers unable to temper the anticipation of seeing him once more.
They passed no one as they moved through the gates and into the manor’s sweeping hallways. The manor was silent around them, and Lyra’s fear began to spiral once more. She shivered, tensing from head to toe when she looked around to find that the room the two brothers steered her into was abandoned.
“Where’s Lucius?” she said as Rodolphus closed the door behind them.
“All in good time, my lovely,” Rodolphus said as he waved his wand to make the ropes binding her fall away to the floor.
Her breath hitched in uncertainty, and before she could gather herself Rabastan backed her up against the wall.
“It strikes me that before we seek Lucius out, my brother and I deserve some manner of reward for bringing you here, Lyra.” His fist tightened around the strap of her bra, his eyes darkening rapidly as his other hand slipped beneath her shirt and came to rest against the bare curve of her waist. “Therefore, I don’t think you’ll be needing these tonight, little one; Muggle clothing has no place on the body of a witch as beautiful and formidable as you. Are you going to do this the easy way?”
Finally realising the full height of what they intended for her, Lyra screamed out loud, but no help arrived. The curses she spat were futile without her wand, and Rabastan’s hand snaked around her back to unfasten her bra as she frantically thrashed against him.
“The hard way, then?” he said mildly. “I assure you, Lyra, I have no objection to that. Indeed, it only arouses me all the more to realise the extent of the violence I will have to use against you to get my way. A particular quirk that many of the Death Eaters share; perhaps you shall discover that during your stay here at the manor.”
Horror exploded through every last inch of her trembling body. She knew there was no way to dissuade the Death Eater, but her desperate words fell from her lips nonetheless. “Don’t!” she begged him, twisting and fighting to no avail as he ripped her shirt and bra away to expose her breasts. “Circe, please don’t do this!”
“Little one, the harder you fight me, the harder my cock becomes.”
Behind them Rodolphus laughed loudly as Rabastan pinned Lyra’s hands above her head against the wall and fiercely kissed his way down the curve of her already bruised throat, leaving a trail of reddened skin in his wake that throbbed and burned. That was nothing, though, in comparison to the thrill of terror that shot through her when he groped her left breast with his free hand and leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth. As his teeth roughly clamped down it instantly swelled and tautened against his probing tongue, much to her distress.
With a loud groan, he lifted his head to stare at her directly, triumph raging in his eyes. “Oh!” he said softly, his low voice strained. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“N-no!”
“No?” His voice, laced with menace, brought fresh tears to her eyes as he slowly licked his lips. “I thought you did, but maybe I was wrong...let’s see, Lyra. I’ll do it again on the other tit and we’ll discover who’s right.”
Lyra screamed, but he only groaned again as she writhed against him and he captured her other nipple between his lips. His tongue darted around it, teasing and coaxing it into arousal before once more biting down hard and wrenching a desperate moan from her lips.
“Please,” she whispered, unable to bear it for even a moment longer as her body responded to his against her will. “Please, stop.”
“Oh, no.”
With a pointed glance over his shoulder as he continued to play with her breasts, Rabastan twisted to the side to allow his brother to point his wand and divest her of all her remaining clothing. A violent shiver shot through her bare body as the cold air wrapped around her like a lover’s embrace, the keen awareness of the danger she was in and just how helpless she was pounding through her until all hope was gone.
Lyra briefly bowed her head, overwhelmed by grief and terror, and Rabastan took instant advantage. He seized hold of her waist, lifted her up and then threw her down onto the ground so hard he crushed the breath from her body. Her head swam, and before she could gather herself to try to fight back he was all over her once more, his right hand groping at her cunt and roughly squeezing her clit as his mouth slammed down onto hers and his brother knelt at her head to pin her shoulders down.
“The ropes,” Rabastan said with a harsh groan, briefly pulling his mouth away from hers as she twisted and railed against him between heaving sobs. “Tie her up, brother. I can think of nothing sweeter than having her bound and helpless beneath me, powerless to stop me from using her just as roughly as I want to.”
Rodolphus deftly tied her wrists above her head, breathing heavily as he too groped at her breasts before leaning back and freeing his swollen cock. Lyra closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to shut out the world around her, but to no avail. It seemed Rabastan’s patience could not withstand the sight of her tied up and powerless to stop him from doing everything he wanted to.
Wrenching her legs apart, he fumbled with his trousers then let his full weight descend onto her. She felt his cock push up against her in a demand she could not resist, and her eyes flew open as he buried his cock inside her cunt with a hoarse shout of triumph, not even waiting for her loud sob to ring out before he drew back and slammed into her again.
“Circe’s beard!” Rabastan said hoarsely, each syllable of his gasping words drenched in a dark lust that made her fight back against him with everything she was. “You’ve got the sweetest, tightest cunt, little one! I can see now why you had Black and Malfoy both slave to you, Lyra. Keep this up and you’ll have me coming so hard in you that you won’t know what’s hit you.”
The mingled threat and promise did nothing to calm the desperation of Lyra’s futile fight against him. The very last thing she wanted was to please him, but the sooner he came the sooner this whole ordeal would be over. Sure enough, though it felt like hours, the rational part of her mind that remained reassured her it could be no more than a minute later before Rabastan’s breath came in panting gasps and he tensed on top of her, then with a hissed curse collapsed and furiously pounded into her cunt one last time.
Her stomach churned violently, and she flinched away when he reached up to possessively stroke her bruised and tender face. She ached from head to toe, the force of the way he had used her far greater than anything she had willingly been subjected to before now. All she wanted was to crawl into a corner and slip into the merciful unconsciousness that hovered so near now, and to her dizzying relief he took no more from her than another fierce kiss before he slowly withdrew his cock and lifted his weight away from her.
Choking back a low cry of relief, Lyra rolled onto her stomach and tried to crawl away with her wrists still bound, but she managed no more than half a foot before Rodolphus’s hand closed around her ankle and he dragged her bodily back towards him. “I think not, my lovely! You have serviced my brother most admirably, but my cock still craves its satisfaction. On your hands and knees, Lyra.”
Somewhere behind her Rabastan laughed loudly as she frantically shook her head and lashed out, kicking backwards in the desperate hope of winning an escape she knew wouldn’t be hers to claim. Rodolphus caught hold of her waist and knelt behind her, his thighs holding her tightly in place as he reached around to squeeze her breasts, mercilessly tweaking her aching nipples with one hand as the other crept lower to brush against her clit.
“Oh, I shall enjoy myself when I stake out my claim on your cunt, my lovely,” he whispered, the sensation his hot breath on her bare skin making her pummel her fists into the floor in senseless despair. She was only hurting herself all the more by fighting them, but she would be damned if she just rolled over and let them do everything they wanted with no resistance. “Lyra?”
She froze, refusing to give him the satisfaction of answering him.
The sound of his laughter joined his brother’s. “I only wanted to warn you to brace yourself, my lovely, but no matter...”
And with that a loud crack rang out through the air. It took a moment for her to realise he was spanking her, but as the realisation sunk in she battled with all her might to break away from him as blow after blow rained down on her ass, her skin flaming beneath his hand as the brothers humiliated her further still.
Lyra’s fresh screams rang out loudly, but finally someone heard them. As the force of Rodolphus’s blows sent her crashing into the stone floor, ahead of her the door slowly swung back open.
Lucius froze in the doorway, a thousand emotions seeming to flit across his pale and shadowed face before it hardened and his top lip curled. “How the mighty are fallen, pet,” he said softly. “After so long protesting you did not want to accompany me to my bed, now I find you unclothed on my floor and entirely at my mercy.”
Fresh tears rose to sting at her eyes as she curled into a tight ball where she lay, utterly bereft now her last hope had abandoned her. His words left no room for anything but despair. He would never be the saviour she sought, and she was nothing but a fool to think he ever would be. Silently weeping now, she did not realise Rabastan was at her side again until he seized a fistful of her damp, tangled hair and roughly pulled her up to lean against the wall as she drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.
“Don’t you want a turn with your little pet, Lucius?” he said incredulously. “You have spent the recent years making it plain how much you obsess over her, after all.”
Lucius’s cold eyes hardened further. “Of course I do, and I fully intend to take every advantage of having Lyra here in my home and at my mercy. But after being forced to wait so long, I hardly want to claim her with the marks of your abuse all over her delectable body. I shall take her to my rooms and remove your taint from her body before I indulge myself in that which I have craved for so long.”
Finally leaving his post at the door, Lucius strode across the room, towering over her as he stared into the distance and took hold of her bound hands to pull her back to her feet. She was shaking from head to toe, and the moment she stood up she swayed so dangerously that she could do nothing to stop him from gathering her bare body up against his chest. If she let go, she would have fallen, and so she simply let her body go limp as he lifted her off her feet again and into his arms.
Broken and exhausted, Lyra slumped and allowed him to carry her from the room.
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