Beautifully Black

"Why are you doing this to me?” Screamed harry.

"Because… you…” Bellatrix tried to find a definite reason but struggled.

The two lovers were standing in the dark hallway, harry furious at how bellatrix had him wrapped around her finger. Bellatrix could see the boy’s anger towards her, reflected in his eyes, and she liked it. 

Harry, fuming with rage, turned to leave but Bellatrix grabbed him by the wrist. Harry shot her a deadly look. He looked right into her eyes, and in the heat of the moment, harry grabbed Bellatrix’s hands, and pinned her against the wall, throwing her hands overhead.

He bent down to kiss her lips, but instead he brushed his lip against hers. She reached up to take the kiss but he moved towards her neck, biting at it. He moved back to her lips, kissing her violently.

With one of his hands, he slid down the side of her body. With his hand he lifted her leg to meet his waist. He was still kissing her, when she pleaded for more.

Harry wasn’t sure why he was doing this. He had used all his self-restraint to avoid this, but now he was just giving in, and he didn’t care one bit.

He continued to kiss her. Harry paused for a moment to take in the beauty before him, Bellatrix Black. The woman of his wildest, filthiest dreams, he had always dreamt of her, taking advantage of her, and now it was happening for real, right before his very eyes.

In this instance he accepted that this woman was everything he needed. He took a step back, unpinning her from the wall. He swiftly brought his hands down from her hands still overhead, placing one hand around her throat while he lent in for another passion filled kiss.

He moved his hands down to her breasts, rubbing them, watching her as she groaned loudly. In a swift, and quick flick of the hands, he ripped open her shirt, revealing her breasts.

He took his hand from around her throat and moved down to play with her breasts. Rubbing her hard nipples between his fingers. 

“Oh harry” She was panting, desperatley craving more.

Taking control of the situation, Bellatrix grabbed harry by the shirt and pushed him onto the opposite wall. Kissing at his neck, making small bite marks, harry who was somewhat of a masochist, really enjoyed the pain she was causing him. Hoping that she would soon break skin, harry moaned “Harder”. Bellatrix bit down hard. Harry’s neck started to bleed.

Bellatrix sucked at the wound on harry’s neck. This was driving harry insane. He loved the feeling of having blood drained from a wound. It was one of his favourite things.

Why was she such a tease? What was it about this woman that was so intoxicating?

Harry untied his school tie and unbuttoned his shirt as Bellatrix kissed her way down from his still bleeding neck, to just below his belly button.

He threw his head back as she started to bite at the space just below his belly button. This was always Harry's most sensitive spot, and now she was doing this to him, it drove him insane.

Bellatrix undid his belt, and let his pants drop to the floor.

Harry grabbed bellatrix by the shoulders, lifted her up, and kissed her ferociously before pushing her over to the black antique four-poster bed.

He threw her on the bed, leaning over he ripped off her black skirt, revealing her stockings, connected by suspenders to her black lingerie underwear. He grabbed a knife from under his bed, and cut the suspenders. He thrust the knife up to just under her black underwear, lifting up he cut them off of her. As he brought the knife back, he cut her.

Bellatrix moaned as her own blood dripped from her top thigh. Harry really enjoyed causing other people pain, along with taking it as-well.

Now that her legs were free from clothing, except for the stockings, harry crawled on top of her, still holding the knife.

He was now holding the knife up to her throat. She pushed him over, rolling onto the other side of the bed, she climbed on top of him, her hips were positioned just above Harry's cock, making him rub his hard dick against her.

She bent over, grabbed the knife, and lowered down to give harry a final kiss on the lips. She lifted her head, and looked Harry fiercly in the eyes and said "How do you like me now?"

Harry grabbed his cock and thrust up into her. Bellatrix sank back allowing the boy to violate her.

She moved in time with his thrusts, moaning loudly. She bent forward to lick some more of the blood off Harry's wound. Harry enjoyed this so much.

Harry threw his head back with pleasure, and as he slowly brought his head back down to look at bellatrix, he saw the mirror placed above the bed. He could see bellatrix, riding his cock and he could see himself, sweaty and bloody. This, harry thought, was single-handedly the hottest thing he had ever experienced. He liked watching Bellatrix ride him, it was some sort of sick pleasure that he just let overwhelm him.

Bellatrix threw her head down, and spun over, forcing harry to be on top. Harry noticed that Bellatrix was staring deeply into her own mirror. He felt her tense up as he thrust deep inside her.

Harry thrust against her, he thrust so hard, Bellatrix threw her hands over her head, grabbing the bars of the bed behind her.

Harry bent down and played with her nipples. He bit down hard, making her bleed. She threw her head back and breathed in deeply as her blood flowed from within her.

Harry continued to fuck bellatrix. He'd wanted her so badly ever since he felt that burning hate towards her. He always wanted what he couldn't have. And now his wildest dreams had materialised right in front of him.

Bellatrix looked up into Harry's eyes. Harry, not entirely sure why he had done it, used the bed sheets to tie Bellatrix's hands to the bed rails. Restricting her from using her hands as a mean to tease Harry.

Harry kissed her on the lips.

Through gritted teeth he spat back at her "I Like you just fine."

He moaned loudly, and when Bellatrix returned the moan, he came.

Exhausted, panting and sweating, harry rolled off of Bellatrix and laid down next to her. He untied her hands and she sank next to harry as he tried to catch his breathe. He had just had the best fuck of his life.


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A/N i loved writing this.