Strawberry Gashes: Harry Potter Drabble
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Strawberry Gashes
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bellatrix Lestrange/Alice Longbottom
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 195
Rating: R
Warnings: With this pairing, violence is unavoidable. Also sexual content and possible implications of non-con.
Author’s Note: This was written for femslash100s Drabbletag v.3.0. The prompt “Harry Potter: Bellatrix Lestrange/Alice Longbottom - Strawberry gashes. Since Strawberry Gashes is my favorite Jack Off Jill song I couldn't resist.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Strawberry Gashes
Of all the degenerates who would see purity mixed with filth I hate her most - Alice Longbottom with her high clear voice, her round cherub’s face, her unruly fair hair and wet brown cow’s eyes.
She comes to me unbidden when I lie beneath Rodolphus, hoping to produce a pure-blood heir. I see her body, lush and ample even before her belly swelled with a little traitor. I can see and feel and smell her. I taste her. Her breasts, her belly, satiny smooth, so warm and soft. I imagine her softer inside, sleek and wet. She is like a ripe fruit, scrumptious and ready that taunts me to bite into it.
As my husband rides me I imagine driving inside her as he is inside me. Except I would go slower, deeper, I would make her wiggle and moan as I raised her to me, my fingers marking her round arse with welts the color of strawberries.
One day Alice Longbottom I will have you till I want no more. I will bite into the fruit of you. I will raise strawberry gashes on you. I will glut myself on you till nothing remains.
Title: Strawberry Gashes
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bellatrix Lestrange/Alice Longbottom
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 195
Rating: R
Warnings: With this pairing, violence is unavoidable. Also sexual content and possible implications of non-con.
Author’s Note: This was written for femslash100s Drabbletag v.3.0. The prompt “Harry Potter: Bellatrix Lestrange/Alice Longbottom - Strawberry gashes. Since Strawberry Gashes is my favorite Jack Off Jill song I couldn't resist.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Strawberry Gashes
Of all the degenerates who would see purity mixed with filth I hate her most - Alice Longbottom with her high clear voice, her round cherub’s face, her unruly fair hair and wet brown cow’s eyes.
She comes to me unbidden when I lie beneath Rodolphus, hoping to produce a pure-blood heir. I see her body, lush and ample even before her belly swelled with a little traitor. I can see and feel and smell her. I taste her. Her breasts, her belly, satiny smooth, so warm and soft. I imagine her softer inside, sleek and wet. She is like a ripe fruit, scrumptious and ready that taunts me to bite into it.
As my husband rides me I imagine driving inside her as he is inside me. Except I would go slower, deeper, I would make her wiggle and moan as I raised her to me, my fingers marking her round arse with welts the color of strawberries.
One day Alice Longbottom I will have you till I want no more. I will bite into the fruit of you. I will raise strawberry gashes on you. I will glut myself on you till nothing remains.