Another ficlet... Bellatrix/Ginny, NC-17
OMFG I wrote femmeslash!!! Only for Sheena, man. ;D
BTW, did I spell that correctly? Is it femmeslash? Or is it femslash? I've seen it both ways. *shrugs* Oh well, I wrote it, and I'm posting it, and however it's spelled, it's girl-on-girl action. *grins*
The lovely wankstar (who I have been deprived of of late) requested femmeslash. Sheena said she didn't care about pairings or prompts so I just ran with it. It's a bit darker than I normally write, so be forewarned.
Bellatrix/Ginny, 520 words, NC-17
“Pretty, pretty, little girl.”
Ginny trembled on the bed at the cruel, patronizing voice. She’d only wanted to help, to be part of them. She’d wanted Harry to notice her.
This wasn’t what she had bargained for.
She shrank in upon herself as the woman neared the bed, wrapping her thin arms around her body, trying to cover her nakedness.
“Don’t be shy, little one,” the dark haired woman crooned. Her black hair cascaded around her pale face, her black eyes wide and crazed. Ginny shivered and cringed back further. She had never seen such madness.
Long pale fingers curled around her wrists, pulling her arms from her trembling form.
“Let me go,” Ginny whispered. “Please.”
Cold fingers were in her hair, sharp nails digging into her scalp, as she was pulled forward toward those parted, glistening, red lips. The color of blood.
Bellatrix tasted of blood as well, coppery and harsh, tainted. Her soft tongue pried Ginny’s lips apart gently, pressing it’s way inside, as more cold fingers found her breast, cupping and squeezing.
“You smell like a child,” Bellatrix breathed, a small, sick smile upon her lips. Such terrible beauty. “You taste like one. And I do so love to eat little children.”
Ginny shuddered as she was pressed down into the damp, moldy sheets, her body stiffening as the witch above her carefully coaxed her thighs apart.
This was a dream, a horrible, twisted dream, and any minute she would wake up and slowly forget. And later she would tell her friends that she had dreamed of a gingerbread house in the forest and a witch who ate children and they would laugh. She would laugh as well.
But the soft hair brushing her flesh felt real, as did the satiny blood red lips that kissed her nipples tenderly, making her back arch involuntarily. And the warmth between her legs, the sensation that she had just wet herself, that felt real as well. But the witch with the mad eyes reeked of dementia, of death; and that turned everything else upside down, leaving Ginny wondering whether anything had ever been real at all.
Moist breath between her legs now, and Ginny was so incredibly ashamed. She wanted to tell Bellatrix that she thought she had soiled herself, but the next moment the warmest, softest, wettest tongue was on her, in her, tearing her apart in the most loving way possible.
She didn’t know she was sobbing until those cool hands pried her arms from her face and tugged her now bloodied lip from between her teeth. She had almost bitten through.
“I want to die.”
Was that her? Had that really been her voice? Of course it couldn’t be. Because all she really wanted was those lips back between her thighs, sucking her, that tongue licking her, those hands carressing her. Again. Now.
“Death will come, pretty,” Bellatrix purred. Her awful, beautiful mouth was full of blood as she smiled. “And you will embrace it all the more because I made you wait.”
She lowered her dripping mouth again and Ginny believed her and closed her eyes.
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More drabbles/ficlets are coming, perhaps I'll even get another done tonight. *crosses fingers* Thanks for being so patient, guys. :D
BTW, did I spell that correctly? Is it femmeslash? Or is it femslash? I've seen it both ways. *shrugs* Oh well, I wrote it, and I'm posting it, and however it's spelled, it's girl-on-girl action. *grins*
The lovely wankstar (who I have been deprived of of late) requested femmeslash. Sheena said she didn't care about pairings or prompts so I just ran with it. It's a bit darker than I normally write, so be forewarned.
Bellatrix/Ginny, 520 words, NC-17
“Pretty, pretty, little girl.”
Ginny trembled on the bed at the cruel, patronizing voice. She’d only wanted to help, to be part of them. She’d wanted Harry to notice her.
This wasn’t what she had bargained for.
She shrank in upon herself as the woman neared the bed, wrapping her thin arms around her body, trying to cover her nakedness.
“Don’t be shy, little one,” the dark haired woman crooned. Her black hair cascaded around her pale face, her black eyes wide and crazed. Ginny shivered and cringed back further. She had never seen such madness.
Long pale fingers curled around her wrists, pulling her arms from her trembling form.
“Let me go,” Ginny whispered. “Please.”
Cold fingers were in her hair, sharp nails digging into her scalp, as she was pulled forward toward those parted, glistening, red lips. The color of blood.
Bellatrix tasted of blood as well, coppery and harsh, tainted. Her soft tongue pried Ginny’s lips apart gently, pressing it’s way inside, as more cold fingers found her breast, cupping and squeezing.
“You smell like a child,” Bellatrix breathed, a small, sick smile upon her lips. Such terrible beauty. “You taste like one. And I do so love to eat little children.”
Ginny shuddered as she was pressed down into the damp, moldy sheets, her body stiffening as the witch above her carefully coaxed her thighs apart.
This was a dream, a horrible, twisted dream, and any minute she would wake up and slowly forget. And later she would tell her friends that she had dreamed of a gingerbread house in the forest and a witch who ate children and they would laugh. She would laugh as well.
But the soft hair brushing her flesh felt real, as did the satiny blood red lips that kissed her nipples tenderly, making her back arch involuntarily. And the warmth between her legs, the sensation that she had just wet herself, that felt real as well. But the witch with the mad eyes reeked of dementia, of death; and that turned everything else upside down, leaving Ginny wondering whether anything had ever been real at all.
Moist breath between her legs now, and Ginny was so incredibly ashamed. She wanted to tell Bellatrix that she thought she had soiled herself, but the next moment the warmest, softest, wettest tongue was on her, in her, tearing her apart in the most loving way possible.
She didn’t know she was sobbing until those cool hands pried her arms from her face and tugged her now bloodied lip from between her teeth. She had almost bitten through.
“I want to die.”
Was that her? Had that really been her voice? Of course it couldn’t be. Because all she really wanted was those lips back between her thighs, sucking her, that tongue licking her, those hands carressing her. Again. Now.
“Death will come, pretty,” Bellatrix purred. Her awful, beautiful mouth was full of blood as she smiled. “And you will embrace it all the more because I made you wait.”
She lowered her dripping mouth again and Ginny believed her and closed her eyes.
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More drabbles/ficlets are coming, perhaps I'll even get another done tonight. *crosses fingers* Thanks for being so patient, guys. :D