The Life and Times of Denebola Black

Denebola Black, clad in only red ballet slippers and a matching leotard with off the shoulder long sleeves, its lycra clinging to her every feminine curve showing off her flattering figure, was moving throught the ballroom in Black Manor letting her body make its own time and choreograpy to the music coming out of the stereo she had charmed so as to sound as though any music being played out of it was really being played live in the room. She danced slowly throughout the room on her toes, occasionally spinning to the soulful song "Panis Angelicus", sung by Celtic Woman that was on repeat. Her long hair was unbound and seemed to float around her.

The room was western facing but she caught glimpses of the lightening sky through the many windows though her brain barely acknowledged the change. It was a full ten minutes after a figure appeared in the doorway, watching her enrapturedly before she caught on to the presence. She stopped abruptly, but with a refined grace that she had acquired over the past few years. Looking to the man who had let himself into her house she curtsied slightly. "My Lord," she greeted him.

As she walked over to where he was standing she found herself appreciating his good looks for at least the hundredth time. Snape had brewed him many complicated potions that went along with equally complicated rituals to bring back his handsome features rather than those of a snake. He reminded her of Sean Connery or George Clooney. You know, the type of man that only looks more sexy as he ages (though he looked to be much closer to the age of the latter). When she was standing in front of him she looked up into his red eyes. "Happy Christmas, My Lord. To what do I owe the honor of your presence?"

The Dark Lord looked down at his young follower and chuckled to himself. "Deni, there is no reason to be so formal." He smiled down at her. She was always formal with him unless he specifically told her it wasn't necessary. Sometimes it annoyed the man, but mostly he found it amusing and even endearing. He put his arm around her shoulder and walked her out of the ballroom leaving her to flick her wand and turn off the music as they left. "So, what are your plans for the day?"

She leaned into him as she answered, still allowing him to lead her through her house. "Eat breakfast, take a shower, do some research, take a nap and then go to dinner with the twins." The Weasley twins had switched sides long before the final battle (though the Light hadn't known it) and truth be told, it had been more of a coup than even the Dark Lord had expected. They were able to show the rest of the Death Eaters how to get around everything they had sold to the Ministry for the aurors, as well as give them some other products that the side of the Light felt were too Dark for their tastes.

"Where are we going, My Lord?" she asked as it seemed he was just randomly walking through the halls with no particular destination in mind.

"To the kitchen. I have decided to alter your day a little, but you will need to be fed, showered, and changed before we go anywhere." After she had eaten the two went up to her suite where she took her shower and he chose what she would wear. When she emerged from the bathroom her hair was already dry and her body was wrapped in a fluffy pristine white towel. When he held out a black ankle length peasant skirt, a black bra and a red lace long sleeved shirt she dropped the towel to the ground and put on the muggle clothing. She quickly ran a brush through her hair and applied some eyeliner and lipstick before pulling on a pair of high heeled boots and was ready to go wherever he wanted to take her.

There were many Death Eaters who were jealous of her standing with their Lord, as she had only joined him less than three years previous whereas they had been loyal to him for much longer. It had only taken the death of one of their ranks to get the message that Voldemort wouldn't stand for his minions trying to do anything to hurt her. It also hadn't hurt that He was willing to punish her just as He would any other Death Eater when they had failed at something no matter how rare it was for her to fail at anything. There were also quite a few who were surprised that Bellatrix hadn't tried to kill the girl herself, as it had looked like she was taking the older woman's place. That was until He had organized this ball to find her a husband. If she hadn't learned that it was really a traditional thing among purebloods she would have been very upset; but the only women who weren't given a ball to find a husband were those who had been betrothed.

He placed a black fur lined cloak around her shoulders and pulled her into a searing kiss. She moaned into his mouth as she allowed his tongue to pass her lips. When he pulled away he looked down at her face and smiled at her. "Now to go find you a Christmas present." When they were in her entrance hall He held onto her waist and apparated the two of them to the middle of muggle London. For a second she looked up at him in confusion but then comprehension dawned on her beautiful face and she became downright giddy, though she did her best to hide it.

There wasn't many people walking around the city so early on Christmas Day, but He hoped that luck would be in their favor and He would find a present for his young consort. He sat down on a bench outside of an official-looking building, and opened up his robes, which had looked something akin to a long trench coat to muggles. He undid the front of his pants and pulled out his large hard cock. She gazed lustily down at his member before she hitched up her skirt and sat over him, one leg resting on either side of him as she lowered herself until she was filled with him.

She put her hands on his shoulders for leverige and guided herself up and down on him, moaning loudly as he moved up his hips to thrust into her. As she continued to assault herself on his cock, he was scanning the minds of those who passed the scene. There were more than a few disgusted glances, some mothers shielding their children and hurrying on past and even a wizard who recognized the couple (it didn't hurt that she cried out "My Lord!" in between moans). The wizard's face was full of fear as he averted his eyes and hurried along.

It wasn't long before a man in his early forties was sitting in a bench across the street watching the coupling intently. When Voldemort reached into his mind he knew that this man was her present. He had just been released from a muggle prison the week before; he had raped countless women but was only prosecuted for one. Voldemort loved giving dangerous men to his women because these men were always the most belligerant, and fell the hardest when the torture started. Some even got off on it when it was started but when they saw that Bella and Deni weren't playing around..... well, it was fun to watch.

With a whispered incantation into the ear of his young lover, the Dark Lord of the wizarding world sent the muggle to one of his dungeons. From the word, Deni knew that he had chosen her victim and she leaned forward, leaving a trail of kisses across his face and down his neck, brushing aside the material on his shoulder and biting down into the soft flesh. With a moan, the first and only of their display, he filled her infertile womb with his semen. She had been taking potions for years, saying that she would not give anyone an heir until she was damned well ready to.

He reached under under her skirt to scrape two nails against her clit. It wasn't long before she came hard around him, screaming even louder than before, her voice becoming slightly hoarse. She slumped down, resting her head on his shoulder while she caught her breath. Once she had she pulled up and away from him, her long skirt still covering his now flaccid member from the December cold as she reached down and tucked him away, doing up the clasps on his pants and pulling his robes closed.

As soon as she stood up and turned to face the street rather than the wall of the building behind the bench to see the mixture of glares and lust filled gazes sent her way from random passer-by two familiar faces appeared out of the thin crowd. Each bowed slightly to their master as they came closer.

"Minister, Draco, out and about with the muggles on Christmas?"

"Unfortunately such thing can't be avoided sometimes," Lucius answered, his nose slightly wrinkled in distaste as he lifted Deni's hand to gently brush his lips. "I trust that the morning is finding you well, Miss Black."

"Yes, Minister-"

Before she could get any further she was interrupted. "How many times must I tell you to call me Lucius, my dear?"

"As many as I need to tell you to call me Deni, sir. We have had a wonderful morning..... Our Lord has just found me a present and I can't wait to get back and see him..... it is a him, isn't it?" she asked as she turned slightly to look into Voldemort's face who slightly bowed his head in affirmation.

"And will this present be for pleasure or for show?"

"I... I don't know. My Lord?"

"He is your pesent, Deni. That is up to you."

"Well, then I guess I'll put on a show after dinner for anyone who wants. After all, I can't speak for everyone but I always found holidays to be boring... there's nothing to do except hang out with your family."

"I have business to attend to this evening, but I'm sure that Draco will be pleased to attend."

"Yes, I would be delighted," Draco responded, entering the conversation for the first time. As Deni looked him over she saw that his face and ears were slightly pink but she couldn't discern whether it was from the cold or from seeing the end of her and Voldemort's little interlude. She gave him a broad smile before Lucius excused them, as they really did have somewhere to be.

As the two started walking towards an alley to apparate back the Dark Lord slung an arm over her shoulder. "Draco plans on asking for your hand."

The statement caused her to stop abruptly and look up to her master. "What about Pansy?" she asked.

"You haven't heard?" When Deni just shook her head in response he continued. "She's pregnant with Vincent Crabbe's child."

"When did this happen?" she asked wondering where she had been to not hear such a piece of juicy gossip despite the fact that the thought of Crabbe having sex at all nauseating.

"Yesterday." Well, at least it hadn't been long; had she not known then people would start wondering about her standing and influence. She didn't really think she was very high up in terms of either, but others seemed to feel differently.

Soon they were in the alley and subsequently in Voldemort's castle. She went down to the dungeons while he went in search of his other dark haired lover. Soon enough she found a cell whose prisoner she did not recognize. He was screaming at the top of his lungs to be let out and how did he get there in the first place, as well as many obsceneties. Some of the other prisoners were telling him to shut up and he wasn't going anywhere. As she walked past them they became quiet. Those who had been there long enough greeted her in hopes that she would take kindly the next time they were to be subjected to her.

When he saw her he stopped screaming, if only momentarily. "You!" While he had not seen her face before, he recognized both the clothing and her hair.

"Me," she agreed. "Did you have a nice view?" she wondered.

For a moment it seemed that he was gobsmacked but he instead decided to go the route of yelling at her. "Let me out of here, you little whore!"

"Sorry, muggle, but I am no whore." Her voice had turned to a deadly steel but he failed to take notice. Just the sound of her tone had some of the curious prisoners away from the front of their cells where they could see what was going on to the back corners, cowering as they remembered what had happened when that voice was directed at them. "And you are my Christmas present. What is your name," she demanded of him.

"I am no one's present," he sputtered out.

"That's nice, but your name." When he didn't answer she pulled out her wand and looked him in the eyes. "Legilimens!" She looked through his memories of the crimes he had committed and finally came across one where he had divested the information she was looking for. When she pulled out of his mind he looked at her with a sneer on his face, though he had his hands pressed to his temples to try and control the ache that had appeared.

She turned around slowly, letting him take in every curve of her body. "I shall see you tonight, David."


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