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The Future
Title: Romance of the Rose
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Bellatrix/Narcissa
Summary: A tale of forbidden love, dark passion, despair and hope...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Femmeslash, incest, some BDSM, implied violence, probably AU
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. The smut is my fault, folks...
A/N: This will be a related series of ficlets, similar to the \"Leonard CoheLuciLucius/Moody series.
Part 1: The Future
\"And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil\'s riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder...\"
from \"The Future\" by Leonard Cohen
She was seventeen that night, soon to be eighteen. Newly graduated from Hogwarts and the future shining bright before her.
Clad in aquamarine silk threaded with seed pearls, her billowing blonde hair crowned by a wreath of tiny white rosebuds already perfuming the air with an intoxicating scent; the centre of attention as she gracefully moved through splendid halls and lushly bowered gardens, Narcissa Black should have been revelling in her perfection, in the adulation of family and friends. At the grand ball her parents had given to celebrate their daughter\'s successful completion of her education in witchcraft, many eyes were riveted to the lithely sensuous figure of Narcissa as she danced and charmed and talked her way through the gleaming pathways lit by rainbow-winged fairies and the icy shimmering of crystal chandeliers. More numerous than anyone would dare to say were the men who undressed her with their eyes, and women also longed to kiss the delicate hollow of her collarbone and gently cup the firm and youthful roundness of her breasts.
Yet Narcissa moved amongst the joyous throng blind to all of these attentions. There was but one pair of eyes she longed to capture with her loveliness, aching for them to look upon her with a love that was hard-edged with the cruelty of absolute possession. And time and time again she found their gaze; hooded and heavy-lidded, a darker and more sinister beauty than her own glowed from their depths. How Narcissa yearned for that regal goddess, starkly majestic in her plain but elegant black velvet dress robes, to sweep across the dance-floor and waltz her into giddying ecstasy, to claim her lips in fevered kisses before all and sundry, to proclaim her kept and owned by one glorious mistress alone.
And Narcissa almost wept inside, because she knew that such a public declaration was impossible. The love she shared with this peerless, perfect being must sadly be kept a secret from the wider world. No hint of fiery lust between their souls or bodies must be discovered, lest dishonour be visited on their family and they be torn apart from each other for evermore.
Not until the hour of midnight was long past and the guests departed could Narcissa end her purgatory of frustration. Only then could she shamelessly strip herself before her lover and bend to worship her feet with myriad kisses, only ceasing when her beloved tormentor lifted her by her brightly flowing hair and demanded that Narcissa taste the sweet damp rosy warmth between the divine one\'s silken thighs. Only then could Narcissa prostrate herself on hands and knees upon the satin coverlet of the other\'s bed, her flawless buttocks raised and wanton for the vicious blows of long-stemmed, blood-red roses, their thorns harsher and more delectably arousing than any leather whip upon her sensitivity. Then, and then only, could Narcissa beg like the slut the other called her as her moistened cunt and carefully lubricated anal opening were lusciously invaded again and again by slender, expert fingers. Crying aloud each time the waves of climax almost drowned her in their rapture the name of the woman who was both Heaven and Hell to young Narcissa, who had taken and used and adored her ever since her thirteenth year.
Her beloved older sister. Bellatrix.
So many heated kisses in the afterglow; Narcissa\'s head laid on her sister\'s breasts, her pointed tongue caressing the cinnamon hardness of Bellatrix\'s nipples. Bella stroked the younger woman\'s cheekbones absentmindedly, her eyes seeming strangely distant, her brow furrowed with what seemed like iron-clad resolve born out of sadness.
Finally she spoke, her voice harsh and brittle, and colder than the grave.
\"I\'m going to marry him, \'Cissa.\"
Narcissa looked up at her sister\'s expressionless face, tears brimming. \"Rodolphus Lestrange?\" she asked. She had known for quite some time that this moment would eventually come, and yet it still hurt.
\"Yes,\" Bellatrix hissed. \"He\'s the only one who will suffice. Who will do exactly as I bid him. The only man who will be content to be touched only by my riding crop, and who will obey when I decree that he can only touch me with his tongue upon my boots. There will be no children, of course - let that septic brother of his carry on their accursed family line!\" She snarled towards the full moon that gently illuminated the darkened chamber, her face resembling for one moment a beautiful skull.
\"You\'d be best to choose Lucius Malfoy for a husband, pet,\" Bella whispered, tenderly bending to kiss her younger sister\'s forehead. \"He prefers his own sex mostly - you saw tonight how he and Walden Macnair could barely keep their hands off each other - and he\'ll most likely leave you alone once you\'ve given him an heir.\"
Narcissa nodded tearfully, resigning herself to the inevitable. \"All right,\" she choked, clasping one of Bellatrix\'s slim hands in both of her own. \"If you\'re sure it is the only way we can continue to be together like this...\"
\"It is,\" Bellatrix intoned sombrely, stroking the falling teardrops from her sister\'s face. \"Once our parents are satisfied that we\'ve made wholesome, decent pure-blood marriages, we will be able to do exactly as we please. You\'ll see...\"
Narcissa nodded once again, heart heavy; but her sigh of sorrow soon turned to one of rapt adoration as Bellatrix bent and kissed her passionately, tongue sliding past her lips and opening her to sweetness and wetness, arousal once again unfurling like a flower in every part of her...
The sisters had the rest of this glorious night all to themselves; the future would just have to wait.
~ To be continued...
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Bellatrix/Narcissa
Summary: A tale of forbidden love, dark passion, despair and hope...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Femmeslash, incest, some BDSM, implied violence, probably AU
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. The smut is my fault, folks...
A/N: This will be a related series of ficlets, similar to the \"Leonard CoheLuciLucius/Moody series.
Part 1: The Future
\"And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil\'s riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder...\"
from \"The Future\" by Leonard Cohen
She was seventeen that night, soon to be eighteen. Newly graduated from Hogwarts and the future shining bright before her.
Clad in aquamarine silk threaded with seed pearls, her billowing blonde hair crowned by a wreath of tiny white rosebuds already perfuming the air with an intoxicating scent; the centre of attention as she gracefully moved through splendid halls and lushly bowered gardens, Narcissa Black should have been revelling in her perfection, in the adulation of family and friends. At the grand ball her parents had given to celebrate their daughter\'s successful completion of her education in witchcraft, many eyes were riveted to the lithely sensuous figure of Narcissa as she danced and charmed and talked her way through the gleaming pathways lit by rainbow-winged fairies and the icy shimmering of crystal chandeliers. More numerous than anyone would dare to say were the men who undressed her with their eyes, and women also longed to kiss the delicate hollow of her collarbone and gently cup the firm and youthful roundness of her breasts.
Yet Narcissa moved amongst the joyous throng blind to all of these attentions. There was but one pair of eyes she longed to capture with her loveliness, aching for them to look upon her with a love that was hard-edged with the cruelty of absolute possession. And time and time again she found their gaze; hooded and heavy-lidded, a darker and more sinister beauty than her own glowed from their depths. How Narcissa yearned for that regal goddess, starkly majestic in her plain but elegant black velvet dress robes, to sweep across the dance-floor and waltz her into giddying ecstasy, to claim her lips in fevered kisses before all and sundry, to proclaim her kept and owned by one glorious mistress alone.
And Narcissa almost wept inside, because she knew that such a public declaration was impossible. The love she shared with this peerless, perfect being must sadly be kept a secret from the wider world. No hint of fiery lust between their souls or bodies must be discovered, lest dishonour be visited on their family and they be torn apart from each other for evermore.
Not until the hour of midnight was long past and the guests departed could Narcissa end her purgatory of frustration. Only then could she shamelessly strip herself before her lover and bend to worship her feet with myriad kisses, only ceasing when her beloved tormentor lifted her by her brightly flowing hair and demanded that Narcissa taste the sweet damp rosy warmth between the divine one\'s silken thighs. Only then could Narcissa prostrate herself on hands and knees upon the satin coverlet of the other\'s bed, her flawless buttocks raised and wanton for the vicious blows of long-stemmed, blood-red roses, their thorns harsher and more delectably arousing than any leather whip upon her sensitivity. Then, and then only, could Narcissa beg like the slut the other called her as her moistened cunt and carefully lubricated anal opening were lusciously invaded again and again by slender, expert fingers. Crying aloud each time the waves of climax almost drowned her in their rapture the name of the woman who was both Heaven and Hell to young Narcissa, who had taken and used and adored her ever since her thirteenth year.
Her beloved older sister. Bellatrix.
So many heated kisses in the afterglow; Narcissa\'s head laid on her sister\'s breasts, her pointed tongue caressing the cinnamon hardness of Bellatrix\'s nipples. Bella stroked the younger woman\'s cheekbones absentmindedly, her eyes seeming strangely distant, her brow furrowed with what seemed like iron-clad resolve born out of sadness.
Finally she spoke, her voice harsh and brittle, and colder than the grave.
\"I\'m going to marry him, \'Cissa.\"
Narcissa looked up at her sister\'s expressionless face, tears brimming. \"Rodolphus Lestrange?\" she asked. She had known for quite some time that this moment would eventually come, and yet it still hurt.
\"Yes,\" Bellatrix hissed. \"He\'s the only one who will suffice. Who will do exactly as I bid him. The only man who will be content to be touched only by my riding crop, and who will obey when I decree that he can only touch me with his tongue upon my boots. There will be no children, of course - let that septic brother of his carry on their accursed family line!\" She snarled towards the full moon that gently illuminated the darkened chamber, her face resembling for one moment a beautiful skull.
\"You\'d be best to choose Lucius Malfoy for a husband, pet,\" Bella whispered, tenderly bending to kiss her younger sister\'s forehead. \"He prefers his own sex mostly - you saw tonight how he and Walden Macnair could barely keep their hands off each other - and he\'ll most likely leave you alone once you\'ve given him an heir.\"
Narcissa nodded tearfully, resigning herself to the inevitable. \"All right,\" she choked, clasping one of Bellatrix\'s slim hands in both of her own. \"If you\'re sure it is the only way we can continue to be together like this...\"
\"It is,\" Bellatrix intoned sombrely, stroking the falling teardrops from her sister\'s face. \"Once our parents are satisfied that we\'ve made wholesome, decent pure-blood marriages, we will be able to do exactly as we please. You\'ll see...\"
Narcissa nodded once again, heart heavy; but her sigh of sorrow soon turned to one of rapt adoration as Bellatrix bent and kissed her passionately, tongue sliding past her lips and opening her to sweetness and wetness, arousal once again unfurling like a flower in every part of her...
The sisters had the rest of this glorious night all to themselves; the future would just have to wait.
~ To be continued...