Rapture

Disclaimer: Don\'t own anything, just having fun with Jo\'s characters. And definately not making any money out of it.

A/N: Big mushy hug to my lovely beta and partner-in-crime Candes, where would I be without you love?

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Soft treads echoed through the cold, damp dungeon; the steps of a lank woman who carefully tread her way through the deserted hallways. Droplets of some substance lingered on the stone walls, eerily reflected in the pale yellow glow radiating from the torches; ancient torches, cast-iron and delicately decorated with serpentine engravings, torches that aligned along that very same damp wall she followed to Merlin knows where.
She let her fingers trail along those stones as she walked, feeling the droplets gather on her tips as the slickness of thick layers of moss smoothened their surface.

She never quite liked this place. While it still held the sulky details of long faded glory, it was now abandoned of all grace. The hallway narrowed, and Bellatrix Black had to be careful not to bust her head against the arched ceiling that glistened with cobwebs. Small stone steps emerged in front of her and she tread on them carefully; slipping would certainly not make a dignified entrance in front of the Dark Lord.

She lifted the hem of her delicate black velvet dress revealing a well-formed ankle embraced by an even more delicate looking black shoe.

She stood staring at one of the most majestic rooms she had ever seen; there, contrasted against the eerie dampness of the hallway she had now left behind. The place was dusky, lightened by the very same torches she had admired before. The stones still showed the same thick layers of moss, and this placed was now draped with heavy velvet in a deep shade of bottle-green. High polished ebony furniture was strategically placed across the room and furnished with the very same fabric as the draperies. If one looked closer, the delicate embroideries made in pure silver could be seen, clearly showing the mark of Slytherin all over the place

Next to a small table with rich carvings stood a large and luxurious long chair, reflecting the soft and diffused light coming from the candles placed around it. A slightly crouched figure of a man dressed in black robes seated upon it, revealing pale, silvery skin as his right hand moved to reach for a glass beside him. Suddenly aware of Bellatrix’ presence, he turned his head and looked at her from under the hood of his robes; his dark eyes peering from underneath it revealing, for merely a second, a red glow.

Bellatrix gasped, frozen on the spot and unable to move. With heart pounding and ears rustling she stood, watching the man in front of her.
Her hands were damp with sweat and her voice trembling when she managed to address him with her educated politeness, “Good evening, my Lord.”

“Good evening Bellatrix,” she heard a hoarse voice reply.

The sound of it was husky as if it was the voice of someone who made an attempt to speak for the very first time after a long period of silence.
She had heard his voice change over the years from a deep, dark timbre to a hoarse silent one. Still, it held most of his magic and she felt her feet move towards both the voice and the outstretched hand several feet in front of her.

His skin felt cold and delicate as she offered him her hand as well. Long, slender fingers entangled with hers and she could feel the fragile bones underneath the cold, silky skin.
Her gaze wandered over their hands, clasped together and then from their hands to his arm, which was softly pulling her towards him.

“It has been so long Bellatrix, so long. I started to worry that I would not see you again. Ever,” that same hoarse voice said, but now with a hostile coldness seeping through it.

“I would never leave you my Lord. Never,” Bellatrix answered as she allowed him to pull her closer.

His hands trailed over her back and through three layers of heavy fabric she could feel those razor-sharp nails tearing her clothes. Her own hand reached for another glass on the table, filled with pearly green liquor. Sipping it carefully, she tasted the sweetness of burnt sugar and aniseed. Bellatrix downed it with one eager gulp, allowing the sweet burning sensation to sink in as it followed its own way through her body.

A cold hand took the empty glass from her hand, demanding attention. “How do I look?”

“You look beautiful my Lord, as always,” Bellatrix responded.

Her hands caressed the high cheek bones hidden under the hood of his robes which she gently pushed backwards. Her fingertips trailed across his eyelids, forcing him to close his eyes and soak up the sensation of her caress. Her left hand rested on his cheek, the other softly trailed across his thin lips.
His hands reached up to untie the knot of her cloak, pushing the fabric off her shoulders and causing it to fall on the floor in a crumpled heap. He allowed his hands to rest at the small of her back as he pulled her closer, his lips grazing at the soft flesh of her belly.

“I have been through a lot, Bellatrix. I have accomplished great things, more than any wizard could claim to have reached. I have undergone some… changes, as you might have noticed. Nevertheless, I expect you to stand by my side Bellatrix. I expect you to follow my orders without question, do you understand?”

Even though his voice was muffled by the fabric of her dress, she could hear the words very clearly. A shiver ran down her spine as she parted her lips and spoke, “Yes my Lord, I will.”

“Very good. Now undress yourself,” he demanded.

Her hands reached up the back of her dress, carefully unzipping it and allowing the fabric to fall in the very same heap as her cloak. Both dress and slip dress fell to the floor, leaving her slightly shivering in the cool, damp dungeon. Illuminated by candles and torches, the pale flesh of her bare breasts flickered temptingly at the man in front of her. His hands reached for her hips and pulled her towards him again. His nails reaped the hem of her panties, causing the fabric to tear and fall of her hips. She stepped out of her shoes carefully, as his lips found her abdomen once more. His lips feasted on her soft flesh once more and it was at this very moment that lust took over for fear. She gave in to his dangerous embrace, softly caressing the bald head pressing against her body. His tongue had changed too; last time she had felt it, it was the tongue of an ordinary man, but this time it had a more snake-like and slithering sensation as it darted in and out of his mouth and followed its own path across her body. Bellatrix could do nothing else but give in to the snake-like temptation he inflicted upon her body.

He rose to his knees on the chair, pulling her onto it and pinning her down against the soft cushioned back. His hands reached for her neck, slightly pushing her head to the side and revealing a pale, slender neck with pulsing veins. His teeth grabbed her skin, pulling it softly as his hands trailed its way down to her breasts. His fingers trailed over them, gently, until he suddenly allowed his nails to sink into the flesh, drawing blood and making Bellatrix gasp for air at this sudden painful sensation. His lips moved down, right to the small cuts where ruby drops of blood trickled on her chest. His tongue caught them and he softly cleansed her skin with his lips as his hands moved down between her thighs, parting them just a bit more and making it able for him to feel her even better.

Bellatrix froze. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his hands move between the flesh of her thighs. She realised at this very moment that she was at both the hands and mercy of the Dark Lord, someone who had been void of love and sympathy throughout his whole lonely life. Allowing him to feast on her body felt like a good idea at first, but now that she was thrown at his ‘mercy’ she wasn’t all too sure if this would be a happy ending after all.
Her body betrayed her nevertheless; although her thoughts and feelings seemed reluctant to give in to him, she could feel the heat built up between her thighs and the first drops of wetness trickle between her buttocks.

He took the opportunity to slide his fingers inside of her, deep, making her gasp once more at the stinging sensation mixed with pleasure she felt burning inside of her. His fingers penetrated her slowly, slightly parting with each stroke as if preparing her for what was eventually to come.

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, rising in front of her and pushing back his robes. The dark fabric revealed a delicate male body covered in pale, silvery skin. Blue and purple veins lay thickly over the bones of his shoulders and hips while his manhood was erect, softly pulsing at the beat of his heart.

“Lay down, Bellatrix, and allow me to enter,” he commanded softly.

Bellatrix obeyed, leaning back against the cushions with her legs slightly parted. She watched him grab his erection fiercely, tugging at it to make it even harder than it was. With one hand still clamped around his manhood and the other placed carefully on her shoulder he leaned forward and pushed against her. Without much effort he slid inside of her, deeply and almost never-ending. As soon as he entered her she could feel his length stretching her insides, more and more as he continued to push forward. When the sensation almost started to become painful, he pulled back, only to strike again with a full, hard thrust. Bellatrix gasped with pain but parted more, allowing him to sink in even deeper still. Another thrust brought her almost into oblivion as her senses seemed to have left her; all she could feel were his fierce movements inside of her body, and almost unwillingly she responded to them; her hips moved with his, her back arched and her breasts rose. His teeth sunk into the soft flesh of her breast again, drawing more blood which he gratefully sucked up. His thrusts were steady and deep, almost inhumanly controlled as he continued to penetrate her. Her body had adjusted itself to his size, making it less painful and more enjoyable with each stroke.

His lips released her breast and captured her mouth in a demanding kiss, forcing her lips to part and allowing his slithering tongue to enter. His hands reached for her hips, lifting them to ensure his thrusts to become deeper and deeper. She could feel him harden even more, balancing at the brink of his orgasm. He released her mouth, locking her eyes in his gaze. His eyes had changed; the pitch-black they usually were now seemed to glower with a fiery shade of red as he continued to thrust into her body with strict determination. He positioned one of his hands underneath her buttocks, while the other moved to the place where their bodies were connected. His thumb started to caress her clit as he continued to move deeply inside of her. His movements were deep, almost painful but with such delicacy that she was allowed to enjoy the stimulation he gave her. She could feel her insides crumble and tighten around him as he quickened the rhythm of his thumb.

“Come for me Bellatrix, now,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his pace uninterrupted.

And she did. Bellatrix felt her orgasm wave over her, everlasting and intense. Her muscles tightened around him, and as she felt dazed by her own orgasm, she felt him contract inside of her, spilling his seed and thrusting inside of her even deeper. She felt an unknown slithering sensation, coiling and burning deep inside of her, taking over her without being able to resist it. He intensified his embrace, and his thrusts seemed to be in the same pace as the snake that slithered in her abdomen. At last, with a releasing groan he collapsed on top of her, panting slightly but still holding her tightly, making it impossible for her to escape. She responded by wrapping her arms around his scarred, pearly back, holding him like he held her.

He suddenly rose, pulling her arms off of him and stretching out his own arms. From out of thin air his robes folded around his body again. He reached between her legs again with a cold slender hand, resting it on the soft hilt amidst her legs. Without warning he plunged his head down between her legs and darted his tongue across her folds, lapping up the sweet mixture of sweat, semen, musk and blood. He continued to tease her, causing her to whimper and arch under his caress. Settling himself amongst her thighs, he continued his pace between her legs, slashing his nails at her thighs as Bellatrix coursed with renewed lust.

His tongue circled and lapped and darted and stroked until every fibre in her body was shivering again. One finger entered her then two fingers entered her while he continued to tease her clit with his swift tongue. When he felt her tighten around his fingers, he let his other hand hover over her chest and cast a non-verbal ‘Crucio’ as he watched her whimper with pain and pleasure at the very same time. His hand remained there, intensifying the curse as his mouth continued to lavish her clit with his tongue, bringing her to the brink of yet another orgasm. And as she shuddered and arched beneath his mouth, he released the spell, released her and allowed her to sink back with the fading waves of her second orgasm.

“Good evening Bellatrix,” he uttered as he left the woman lying in the chair, half-conscious and panting.

As he strode off into the dark hallway with his billowing robes, Bellatrix heard him utter an order to one of his servants.

“Clean up, Severus.”