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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 22:33:05 GMT -5
Bellatrix let out a breath, her eyes shining with tears. "That was beautiful, my Lord. Thank you for sharing this with me." She whispered in a voice choked with emotion, as she gazed at him with an idolising expression.
He was so close, and she was almost tempted to reach out her hand and touch the unearthly, pale skin on his face, but she held herself back, instead letting her eyes give him immensity of her feelings for him. He had given her the greatest honour, and how great was her joy in knowing that she was the one to receive it.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 27, 2007 22:47:20 GMT -5
"Do not be so afraid of me, Bella..." he whispers, his breath against her cheek. Heavy-lidded scarlet eyes seemed to glow with a different sort of hunger as he took a hold of her hand and pressed it against his own cheek. "Please, Bella... I won't bite you," he smiled a bit crookedly. Before he knew what he was doing, the Dark Lord, Voldemort close the gap between their lips -- and felt such ecstasy at the meeting of his own cold lips to her soft, warm ones -- that filled him with such lust and an even greater hunger than previous.
Voldemort let his eyelids finally close as he felt swallowed by an all-consuming passion stirring in him from his very core -- done from the shattered peices of his soul, spreading through his body -- every limb, muscle, and bone. The warmth swept through him like a title wave, pulling him under quickly and recklessly.
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Post by moogle on Jul 27, 2007 22:54:24 GMT -5
Bellatrix watched his face come towards her, feeling his warm breath against her face, until finally his cold lips pressed against her. She had been surprised at the coldness of his skin, but surprise soon gave away to passion, as she curled her hands around his neck, finally allowing her fear to touch him melt away in the fire of her feelings.
She had never felt so alive as she did now, locked in the embrace of her master, her idol. He was everything to her, and finally she was able to be as close as she had always dreamed of being, though it was still not quite close enough....
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Post by Veritaserum on Jul 28, 2007 10:24:28 GMT -5
Annoyed that Powell departed without a word of thanks, a scowl marred Narcissa's pretty face as she shut and locked the high front door. She had not followed Powell on her visit to the dungeons, choosing to linger behind. The woman had implied that her visit would be short.
Smirking to herself, she listened to the screaming of the victims Avery had brought back for the two of them. To her, her sister was painfully obvious with her feelings for The Dark Lord. She sighed to herself. Secretly, it must have been quite embarassing for Bella to have her younger sister married first - straight out of Hogwarts, as well!
The screams stopped and she assumed that the victims had reached the end of their lives. It was strange, though that she did not hear jubilant cries of delight. Silently, her curiosity awoke once more as she made her way to the dungeons herself.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 28, 2007 10:31:55 GMT -5
The Dark Lord was far to taken in his passions to realize that the door to the dungeon was creaking open, slowly to let in a curious Narcissa. He continued in his ministrations to Bella, who felt so wonderfully warm up next to him, causing it to feel almost too hot in the humid dungeon that they were in.
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Post by Veritaserum on Jul 28, 2007 10:52:45 GMT -5
Amazed that she had not been caught from the noise she had inadvertantly made, Narcissa's eyes widened at the scene that confronted her. She had known that her sister had always enjoyed whatever attentions the Dark Lord had ever given her, and had told herself not to be shocked when she had caught Bella talking in her sleep about him, but this was just. . . scandalous!
A shocked gasp passed her lips, and she quickly stifled it. She knew the effect torture had on Bella, but really! She had never thought that The Dark Lord had ever desired such company!
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 28, 2007 10:57:37 GMT -5
The Dark Lord had slowly started tugging his robes open with his right hand, oblivious to the other in the room until he heard the stifled gasp echo against the walls, through the barren dungeon. Issuing curses in parseltongue furiously, he quickly extracted himself from Bellatrix. Cursing himself and the entire absurdity of it all, he pulled his robes around his now chilling body again -- how he ached for that warmth again....
It was a foolish thing for him to do, in such a place that anyone could find him in. He really should have contained whatever overtook him during all of that and waiting for a better, more opportune time. What had he been thinking?!
Composing himself the best he could, in light of the situation, the Dark Lord queried: "What brings you into my presence, Narcissa?"
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Post by Veritaserum on Jul 28, 2007 11:04:03 GMT -5
She stood there, her hand on the door as if she had been stunned for a few moments, before she managed to compose herself and avert her eyes.
"My - My Lord," she choked out, "Please, once again, forgive the disturbance." She smoothed a fold of her impecable skirt, "The house elves are on this level, and the Parlour is yet to be cleaned from this evening's," she paused momentarily, "entertainment." She finished.
She really would have to work on subtlety. That was twice in the same evening she had been caught out! Of course, in her Hogwarts days, the prefects always overlooked her misbehaviour for a scrap of gossip, and Professor Slughorn very rarely decided that her actions deserved a punishment.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 28, 2007 11:12:23 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort eyed Narcissa, regaining his powerful composure, standing tall. "Well, then... punish the elves accordingly, Narcissa," he hissed lowly. Perhaps he might take Bella to his private chambers once Narcissa stole off to take care of the elves. "Your punishment for disturbing Lord Voldemort's presence will come later," he added, his red eyes gleaming.
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Post by Veritaserum on Jul 28, 2007 11:18:11 GMT -5
She considered concealing the fear in her eyes, but decided that The Dark Lord would prefer it if she showed him his power over her. "Yes, My Lord, my apologies." She whispered, "Of course, My Lord." as she hastened off to the door on her right leading to the House Elf quarters.
There was a back staircase, though she preferred not to use it. That was the staircase that the lower class would use. However, she dared not return to the dungeons after dealing with the house elves.
She sighed, resiging herself to use the back staircase, before scolding herself sharply. She knew that aiming to please The Dark Lord might make her punishment more bearable, but she hated acting like her sister.
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Post by moogle on Jul 28, 2007 15:50:39 GMT -5
Bellatrix pulled herself together, her face still flushed from the passion which had taken control of her only moments ago. She was not embarassed that her sister had walked in, but she knew that her master was not pleased by it. She didn't want her sister to be punished, for she knew Narcissa was still in the mindset that she could get away with a lot, but that attitude was going to get her into trouble one of these days...
"Master, forgive my sister," Bella said in a low voice, rich with emotion. She knew she was being very forward, but she was so close to being with her master, and didn't want any more distractions from Narcissa or anyone else. "Why not allow me to show what I can do for you, perhaps somewhere a little more private..." Bellatrix trailed off, her words leaving no doubt what she was implying.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 28, 2007 15:59:02 GMT -5
Yes, this is what Voldemort was hoping for, a chance to be with Bella, completely alone. "My dear, dear, Bella..." he purred, his hands reaching for her locks once again. "We shall both go to my private chambers."
There was a significant pause before he continued, his voice still hissing, his scarlet eyes gaining that hungry glint in them again. "Afterward, we shall discuss the matter of your sister. I will not tolerate any more interruptions of our time together." With that, the Dark Lord ascended the stairs out of the dungeon, then up the Grand Staircase to the room he was occupying, hearing Bellatrix following close behind him.
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Post by moogle on Jul 28, 2007 16:20:46 GMT -5
Bellatrix followed her Lord, until finally they came to the door that led to his private chambers. She had never been in here, and as the door was pushed open, the rush of the forbidden engulfed her in a pleasurable feeling. She was going to be with her master, closer than any other Death Eater...
Some time later...
Bellatrix pulled on her black robe, a small smile curling her lips. She raised her dark eyes to her master, seeing him pulling on his own robes. She couldn't deny that she was not satisfied on how things had turned out- she was more than satsified- she was enthralled. The Dark Lord was just as charming in bed as he was out of it...even more so, Bellatrix thought to herself with a much more wider smile.
"My Lord, is there anything else you want of me?" Bellatrix asked in a soft voice. She did not want to be dismissed yet, but if he desired it, she knew she must obey.
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Post by Dominus Tenebrarum Sum on Jul 28, 2007 16:41:15 GMT -5
Brushing off the little bits of dust that had settled on his robes while he had discarded of them, haphazardly, he locked eyes with Bellatrix as she asked him a question. The Dark Lord, Voldemort was reminded that she had asked him to go easier on her sister and let her slide this time around.
"Would that please you, Bella? Letting your sister go without punishment this once?" he asked, taking a seat in the armed chair near the desk, which still had the book he had been reading prior to all of this, on it, the bookmark still in the same place.
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Post by moogle on Jul 28, 2007 17:19:29 GMT -5
Bellatrix nodded her head, not able to deny that she was concerned for her sister. "Yes, my Lord, it would please me if you do not punish her."
She did not expect him to give Narcissa special treatment, but she did hope that he would take pity on her sister just this once.
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