Want & Need
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,462
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Want & Need
A/N: I’ve never yet posted my stories at adult-fanfiction.org. I’ve grown tired of fanfiction.net, so I’m deciding to try this site and see how I like it. This story is about Bellatrix Black and her desperation for Rodolphus Lestrange. It’s the telling of their mysterious and twisted romance. Bella is in her fifth year and Rodo is in his seventh. This is only the first chapter; there will actually be a plot to this story, however much sex it will include. So please review and the next chapter will come soon enough.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot. I do not own the characters Bellatrix Black or Rodolphus Lestrange, and many of the characters, objects, places, etc. mentioned in this fanfiction. JK and her publishers own the rights to the whole Potter Universe. I’m simply playing in their playground.
Want & Need
He shoved her inside the shadowy classroom, slamming the door shut after him.
“Get down on your knees. Now.”
She complied, quickly dropping to her knees before him. She knew what he wanted, and she would gladly pleasure him. She liked to pleasure him. It made her proud to think he allowed her the honor of giving him head. He, the most known seventh year Slytherin, was allowing her, a mere fifth year, to suck his dick.
He unbuckled his belt, zipping down his pants until they fell to his ankles, and before he could, she pulled down his boxers, releasing his erect cock from its restraints. It hung right in front of her face and she hardly hesitated in taking it into her mouth.
Immediately, his hands came down to the back of her head, wanting to control the blowjob. He was Rodolphus Lestrange, being in control was something he needed.
He watched from where he stood as her head bobbed up and down the length of his pulsing dick, and he admitted to himself not for the first time how much he loved the sight. He grunted and thrust and forced his length down her throat until the point where she wanted to gag.
Bellatrix let her tongue move up the underside of his cock before letting it circle around the tip, almost gagging as he again thrust hard into her mouth, pushing her face into his groin. As he thrust into her mouth, fucking her face with dominance, she let herself be used like this, for his pleasure.
Rodolphus moaned as he came, unloading his hot, salty cum into her mouth, and she hungrily swallowed it as if every single drop were a precious gem. For a moment Rodolphus stood, gaining back the lost of self-control, before turning his cold, icy blue eyes onto her.
There she was, still on her knees, the foolish little girl, still savoring his taste. And as he watched her, he knew what he wanted to do.
“Stand up,” he told her simply.
And she did, she stood up without question, and watched as he circled around her like a voucher did before feasting on a delicious, dead carcass.
He stopped just behind her, and she felt his callous hands on her hips, resting there for a moment before they began inching their way to her stomach, slipping underneath her shirt; she took in a breath at his touch.
“I think we’re ready for something new, don’t you?” he whispered into her ear.
She closed her eyes, biting down on her bottom lip as she felt her knickers completely damp. She was so wet; she wanted him and she needed him…like she always did. But tonight, tonight was different. Tonight she needed him inside of her, and it would be the first time that…
He interrupted her thoughts by swiftly spinning her around to face him.
She felt dizzy for a moment being spun around so quickly, but before she could truly realize what had happened, she felt his hands come to her buttoned uniform shirt, ripping it open roughly so that the buttons went flying everywhere.
Half of her breasts, the other half covered in her plain white bra, were visible. For a brief second she felt blush rise to her cheeks. She had never been this exposed before. However, she hardly had any time for reflection on this being her first time and how meek she was, for next thing she knew his lips were on her neck, and he was leaving hard, lustful kisses there, slowly (sooo slowly) making his way down until his lips kissed her right above her covered breasts, and then his hand came up and – and he tore her bra from her, too, and her breasts spilled out for his icy eyes to see.
The cold air rushed and smacked her breasts, making her moan as her nipples went harder than she ever thought possible.
He kissed her breasts, concentrating on her right while his hand pinched and taunted her left. He kissed and kissed and then he bit down, and she cried out in pain.
She could feel him smirking; she knew he was smirking. He loved to cause pain.
He moved up, kissing her neck again as his fingers continued to tease her breasts, twisting both nipples painfully hard. By now her knickers were so wet with her arousal that she wanted him, needed him inside of her more than anything else she’d ever needed before.
Rodolphus pushed her up against the wall and the chalkboard, the wooden boarder where the chalk rested dug agonizingly into her back, bruising her there and even cutting into her, but she didn’t care. His hands were fast to her skirt and he undid it without hesitant, yanking down her knickers soon after.
His lips came to her ear and he whispered breathlessly, “Next time, Black, I want to see you in something sexier.”
She couldn’t respond with words, only throaty, aroused moans. She was lost, incoherent and wetter than she’d ever been in her life. She needed his cock inside of her, hard and fast, regardless if this were her first time.
His hands came to her ass, cupping it with everything but gentleness, and he lifted her from the floor just as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He nuzzled her neck, taking in her scent, Bellatrix Black’s scent that belonged to her and no one else.
And just as she kissed him chastely on the lips he entered her, his initial thrust so hard and so rough he broke her hymen immediately. She screamed out in pain, clinging to him and she bit down hard on his shoulder, so hard she drew blood.
He didn’t wait before he began thrusting inside her, and the pain hadn’t disappeared as he filled her with his long, long length, going deeper and thrusting faster than he should have for her first time. He was devoid of tenderness, devoid of care as he groaned in pleasure and she screwed her face up in hurt.
Yet as he continued to move inside of her she felt the pain fading away to be replaced by her building orgasm, each thrust of his moving her up another step to release. She began moaning, too, urging him to keep going, telling him to go even harder than he was and he did.
She was so incoherent she only faintly knew of what else he was doing; she could feel his hands all over her breasts, pinching and kneading and twisting. His lips came to her breast again, biting down and with her hands she pushed his face further into her tit. She wanted him to bite her there; there was a dark lust inside of her, a monster that roared with shameless needs for this.
He always knew she’d like it like this, unloving and brusque.
It was in her nature and it was in his, too, which was why he had chosen her. She was unlike the rest of the fifth year idiots. She had potential for so many darker things. He could see the distant, distant desire for darkness in her charcoal gray eyes.
With one final thrust, one that buried his member inside of her pussy to the hilt, they came almost in unison. And he filled her with his seed, making her his forever. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, breathing heavy, as he forced himself to regain control once riding out the pleasures of his ecstasy.
He could feel her quaking beneath him, her eyes closed as she continued to chew on her bottom lip. He gave no warning as he pulled out of her and stepped away, forcing her to stand on her own. But she wasn’t ready. She still shook and she stumbled as he moved away, almost falling to the floor.
Silently he dressed, pulling his boxers and his trousers back up, and fastening them. His cold eyes landed on her, as she still stood against the classroom chalkboard, naked, and shameless now to his gaze.
Bellatrix met his gaze, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to return to normal breathing.
“Tomorrow night,” he said to her, “Same time.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a command.
She watched as his eyes moved up and down her naked form one last time before he strode across the classroom, opened the door and slammed it behind him.
And when he left she fell to the floor, bowing her head as she traced patterns in the cracked stone with her index finger. He had only been gone for ten seconds, and she missed him. He had only been gone for ten seconds and she wanted him, she needed him.
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Disclaimer: I only own the plot. I do not own the characters Bellatrix Black or Rodolphus Lestrange, and many of the characters, objects, places, etc. mentioned in this fanfiction. JK and her publishers own the rights to the whole Potter Universe. I’m simply playing in their playground.
Want & Need
He shoved her inside the shadowy classroom, slamming the door shut after him.
“Get down on your knees. Now.”
She complied, quickly dropping to her knees before him. She knew what he wanted, and she would gladly pleasure him. She liked to pleasure him. It made her proud to think he allowed her the honor of giving him head. He, the most known seventh year Slytherin, was allowing her, a mere fifth year, to suck his dick.
He unbuckled his belt, zipping down his pants until they fell to his ankles, and before he could, she pulled down his boxers, releasing his erect cock from its restraints. It hung right in front of her face and she hardly hesitated in taking it into her mouth.
Immediately, his hands came down to the back of her head, wanting to control the blowjob. He was Rodolphus Lestrange, being in control was something he needed.
He watched from where he stood as her head bobbed up and down the length of his pulsing dick, and he admitted to himself not for the first time how much he loved the sight. He grunted and thrust and forced his length down her throat until the point where she wanted to gag.
Bellatrix let her tongue move up the underside of his cock before letting it circle around the tip, almost gagging as he again thrust hard into her mouth, pushing her face into his groin. As he thrust into her mouth, fucking her face with dominance, she let herself be used like this, for his pleasure.
Rodolphus moaned as he came, unloading his hot, salty cum into her mouth, and she hungrily swallowed it as if every single drop were a precious gem. For a moment Rodolphus stood, gaining back the lost of self-control, before turning his cold, icy blue eyes onto her.
There she was, still on her knees, the foolish little girl, still savoring his taste. And as he watched her, he knew what he wanted to do.
“Stand up,” he told her simply.
And she did, she stood up without question, and watched as he circled around her like a voucher did before feasting on a delicious, dead carcass.
He stopped just behind her, and she felt his callous hands on her hips, resting there for a moment before they began inching their way to her stomach, slipping underneath her shirt; she took in a breath at his touch.
“I think we’re ready for something new, don’t you?” he whispered into her ear.
She closed her eyes, biting down on her bottom lip as she felt her knickers completely damp. She was so wet; she wanted him and she needed him…like she always did. But tonight, tonight was different. Tonight she needed him inside of her, and it would be the first time that…
He interrupted her thoughts by swiftly spinning her around to face him.
She felt dizzy for a moment being spun around so quickly, but before she could truly realize what had happened, she felt his hands come to her buttoned uniform shirt, ripping it open roughly so that the buttons went flying everywhere.
Half of her breasts, the other half covered in her plain white bra, were visible. For a brief second she felt blush rise to her cheeks. She had never been this exposed before. However, she hardly had any time for reflection on this being her first time and how meek she was, for next thing she knew his lips were on her neck, and he was leaving hard, lustful kisses there, slowly (sooo slowly) making his way down until his lips kissed her right above her covered breasts, and then his hand came up and – and he tore her bra from her, too, and her breasts spilled out for his icy eyes to see.
The cold air rushed and smacked her breasts, making her moan as her nipples went harder than she ever thought possible.
He kissed her breasts, concentrating on her right while his hand pinched and taunted her left. He kissed and kissed and then he bit down, and she cried out in pain.
She could feel him smirking; she knew he was smirking. He loved to cause pain.
He moved up, kissing her neck again as his fingers continued to tease her breasts, twisting both nipples painfully hard. By now her knickers were so wet with her arousal that she wanted him, needed him inside of her more than anything else she’d ever needed before.
Rodolphus pushed her up against the wall and the chalkboard, the wooden boarder where the chalk rested dug agonizingly into her back, bruising her there and even cutting into her, but she didn’t care. His hands were fast to her skirt and he undid it without hesitant, yanking down her knickers soon after.
His lips came to her ear and he whispered breathlessly, “Next time, Black, I want to see you in something sexier.”
She couldn’t respond with words, only throaty, aroused moans. She was lost, incoherent and wetter than she’d ever been in her life. She needed his cock inside of her, hard and fast, regardless if this were her first time.
His hands came to her ass, cupping it with everything but gentleness, and he lifted her from the floor just as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He nuzzled her neck, taking in her scent, Bellatrix Black’s scent that belonged to her and no one else.
And just as she kissed him chastely on the lips he entered her, his initial thrust so hard and so rough he broke her hymen immediately. She screamed out in pain, clinging to him and she bit down hard on his shoulder, so hard she drew blood.
He didn’t wait before he began thrusting inside her, and the pain hadn’t disappeared as he filled her with his long, long length, going deeper and thrusting faster than he should have for her first time. He was devoid of tenderness, devoid of care as he groaned in pleasure and she screwed her face up in hurt.
Yet as he continued to move inside of her she felt the pain fading away to be replaced by her building orgasm, each thrust of his moving her up another step to release. She began moaning, too, urging him to keep going, telling him to go even harder than he was and he did.
She was so incoherent she only faintly knew of what else he was doing; she could feel his hands all over her breasts, pinching and kneading and twisting. His lips came to her breast again, biting down and with her hands she pushed his face further into her tit. She wanted him to bite her there; there was a dark lust inside of her, a monster that roared with shameless needs for this.
He always knew she’d like it like this, unloving and brusque.
It was in her nature and it was in his, too, which was why he had chosen her. She was unlike the rest of the fifth year idiots. She had potential for so many darker things. He could see the distant, distant desire for darkness in her charcoal gray eyes.
With one final thrust, one that buried his member inside of her pussy to the hilt, they came almost in unison. And he filled her with his seed, making her his forever. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, breathing heavy, as he forced himself to regain control once riding out the pleasures of his ecstasy.
He could feel her quaking beneath him, her eyes closed as she continued to chew on her bottom lip. He gave no warning as he pulled out of her and stepped away, forcing her to stand on her own. But she wasn’t ready. She still shook and she stumbled as he moved away, almost falling to the floor.
Silently he dressed, pulling his boxers and his trousers back up, and fastening them. His cold eyes landed on her, as she still stood against the classroom chalkboard, naked, and shameless now to his gaze.
Bellatrix met his gaze, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to return to normal breathing.
“Tomorrow night,” he said to her, “Same time.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a command.
She watched as his eyes moved up and down her naked form one last time before he strode across the classroom, opened the door and slammed it behind him.
And when he left she fell to the floor, bowing her head as she traced patterns in the cracked stone with her index finger. He had only been gone for ten seconds, and she missed him. He had only been gone for ten seconds and she wanted him, she needed him.
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