Spinner's End, Severus Snape-style
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Title: Spinner's End, parts I and II
Author: thislittleslice
Word Count: Part I, 3060. Part II, 3898.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape, Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange.
Warnings: VERY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT!!!! PLEASE NOTE: The female characters in this work of fiction ARE NOT SISTERS. Bisexual threesome, light dominant/submissive behavior. Please don't read if you think it'll offend you.
Summary: In his home at Spinner's End, Severus Snape agrees to make the Unbreakable Vow, but on one condition...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on characters and settings created by J.K. Rowling and is for entertainment purposes only, not for monetary gain. Part I uses from chapter two of HBP. The rest is from my imagination. Please don't sue me.
Author's Note: These are parts one and two from a complete set of four. I will try to post the next two parts as soon as I can. Feel free to leave any comments or feedback. I welcome it. Thanks.
Spinner’s End, Part I
Narcissa knocked on the door. Together, she and Bellatrix stood waiting, panting slightly, breathing in the smell of the dirty river that was carried to them on the night breeze. After a few seconds, they heard movement behind the door and it opened a crack. A sliver of a man could be seen looking at them, a man with long black hair parted in curtains around a sallow face and black eyes.
"Narcissa!" said the man, opening the door a little wider, so that the light fell upon her and Bellatrix also. "What a pleasant surprise!"
"Severus," she said in a strained whisper. "May I speak to you? It’s urgent."
"But of course."
He stood back to allow her to pass into the house. Bellatrix followed without invitation.
"Snape," she said curtly as she passed him.
"Bellatrix," he replied, his thin mouth curling into a slightly mocking smile as he closed the door with a snap behind them.
They had stepped directly into a small sitting room, which had the feel of a dark, padded cell. The walls were completely covered in books, most of them bound in old black or brown leather; a threadbare sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table stood grouped together in a pool of dim light cast by a candle-filled lamp hung from the ceiling. The place had an air of neglect, as though it was not usually inhabited.
Snape gestured Narcissa to the sofa. She threw off her cloak, cast it aside, and sat down, staring at her white and trembling hands clasped in her lap. Bellatrix lowered her hood more slowly. Dark as her companion was fair, with heavily lidded eyes and a strong jaw, she did not take her gaze from Snape as she moved to stand behind Narcissa.
Snape poured out three glasses of bloodred wine and handed two of them to the witches. Narcissa murmured a word of thanks, whilst Bellatrix said nothing, but continued to glower at Snape. This did not seem to discompose him; on the contrary, he looked rather amused.
"The Dark Lord," he said, raising his glass and draining it.
The women copied him. Snape refilled their glasses.
"So, what can I do for you?" he asked, settling himself into the armchair opposite the two witches.
Narcissa looked up at him, her face eloquent with despair.
"Yes, Severus, I…I think you are the only one who can help me. I have nowhere else to turn. Lucius is in jail and…"
She closed her eyes and two large tears seeped from beneath her eyelids.
"The Dark Lord has forbidden me to speak of it," she continued, her eyes still closed. "He wishes none to know of the plan. It is…very secret. But…"
"If he has forbidden it, then you ought not to speak," said Snape at once. "The Dark Lord’s word is law."
Narcissa gasped as though he had doused her with cold water. Bellatrix looked satisfied.
"There!" she said triumphantly to her. "Even Snape says so; you were told not to talk, so hold your silence!"
But Snape had gotten to his feet and strode to the small window, peered through the curtains at the deserted street, then closed them again with a jerk. He turned around to face Narcissa, frowning.
"It so happens that I know of the plan," he said in a low voice. "I am one of the few the Dark Lord has told. Nevertheless, had I not been in on the secret, Narcissa, you would have been guilty of great treachery to the Dark Lord."
"You know about the plan?" said Bellatrix, her fleeting expression of satisfaction replaced by outrage. "You know?"
"Certainly," said Snape. "But what help do you require, Narcissa? If you are imagining that I can persuade the Dark Lord to change his mind, I am afraid there is no hope, none at all."
"Severus," she whispered, tears sliding down her pale cheeks. "My son…my only son." She began to cry in earnest, gazing beseechingly all the while at Snape.
Snape said nothing. He looked away from the sight of her tears as though they were indecent, but he could not pretend not to hear her.
"That’s why he’s chosen Draco, isn’t it?" she persisted. "To punish Lucius?"
"If Draco succeeds," said Snape, still looking away from her, "he will be honored above all others."
"But he won’t succeed!" sobbed Narcissa. "How can he, when the Dark Lord himself…"
Bellatrix gasped; Narcissa seemed to lose her nerve.
"I only meant…that nobody has yet succeeded…Severus…please…You are, you have always been, Draco’s favorite teacher…you are Lucius’s old friend…I beg you…You are the Dark Lord’s favorite, his most trusted advisor…Will you speak to him, persuade him…?"
"The Dark Lord will not be persuaded, and I am not stupid enough to attempt it," said Snape flatly. "I cannot pretend that the Dark Lord is not very angry with Lucius. Lucius was supposed to be in charge. He got himself captured, along with many others, and failed to retrieve the prophecy in the bargain. Yes, the Dark Lord is angry, Narcissa, very angry indeed."
"Then I am right, he has chosen Draco in revenge!" choked Narcissa. "He does not mean him to succeed, hew wants him to be killed trying!"
When Snape said nothing, Narcissa seemed to lose what little self-restraint she still possessed. Standing up, she staggered to Snape and seized the front of his robes. Her face close to his, her tears falling onto his chest, she gasped, "You could do it. You could do it instead of Draco, Severus. You would succeed, of course you would, and he would reward you beyond all of us…"
Snape caught hold of her wrists and removed her clutching hands. Looking down into her tearstained face, he said slowly, "He intends me to do it in the end, I think. But he is determined that Draco should try first. You see, in the unlikely event that Draco succeeds, I shall be able to remain at Hogwarts a little longer, fulfilling my useful role as a spy."
"In other words, it doesn’t matter to him if Draco is killed!"
"The Dark Lord is very angry," repeated Snape quietly. "He failed to hear the prophecy. You know as well as I do, Narcissa, that he does not forgive easily."
She crumpled, falling at his feet, sobbing and moaning on the floor.
"My son…my only son…"
"You should be proud!" said Bellatrix ruthlessly. "If I had sons, I would be glad to give them up to the services of the Dark Lord!"
Narcissa gave a little scream of despair and clutched at her long blonde hair. Snape stooped, seized her by the arms, lifted her up, and steered her back onto the sofa. He then poured her more wine and forced the glass into her hand.
"Narcissa, that’s enough. Drink this. Listen to me."
She quieted a little; slopping wine down herself, she took a shaky sip.
"It might be possible…for me to help Draco."
She sat up, her face paper-white, her eyes huge.
"Severus…oh, Severus…you would help him? Would you look after him, see he comes to no harm?"
"I can try."
She flung away her glass; it skidded across the table as she slid off the sofa into a kneeling position at Snape’s feet, seized his hand in both of hers, and pressed her lips to it.
"If you are there to protect him…Severus, will you swear it? Will you make the Unbreakable Vow?"
"The Unbreakable Vow?"
Snape’s expression was blank, unreadable. Bellatrix, however, let out a peal of triumphant laughter.
"Aren’t you listening, Narcissa? Oh, he’ll try. I’m sure…The usual empty words, the usual slithering out of action…oh, on the Dark Lord’s orders, of course!"
Snape did not look at Bellatrix. His black eyes were fixed upon Narcissa’s tear-filled blue ones as she continued to clutch his hand.
"Certainly, Narcissa, I shall make the Unbreakable Vow," he said quietly. "Perhaps Bellatrix will consent to be our Bonder."
Bellatrix’s mouth fell open. Snape lowered himself so that he was kneeling opposite Narcissa. He continued to look into Narcissa’s eyes. Tears of relief trickled out of them, down her cheeks, and a hopeful smile touched her face. Snape smiled back thinly, giving her hand the slightest caress before gripping it tightly. He stood up slowly, leading Narcissa by the hand and guiding her back onto the sofa.
"Oh thank you, Severus, thank you!" she said.
"Let’s not celebrate yet, Narcissa," Bellatrix sneered. "He hasn’t actually made the vow yet. Who’s to say he’ll actually keep his word?" She eyed Snape contemptuously.
"Oh I will," he said silkily, his expression inscrutable.
"However…" he said slowly, settling down into his chair again, "great risk accompanies this vow." He continued to look at the both of them with an unreadable expression.
Bellatrix watched him with narrowed eyes.
"I would like something in return for my efforts."
Bellatrix scoffed, turning away.
Narcissa nodded. "Of course!" she said. "Whatever you need, it’s yours, Severus."
"What are you asking for?" Bellatrix asked curtly, glaring at him suspiciously.
Snape lowered his black eyes. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile touched his face. Then he met her eyes again.
"I will do exactly as you ask and make the Unbreakable Vow," he affirmed. "But on one condition." A slow, sinister gleam began to creep into his eyes, the tiny smile becoming more noticeable.
"Have out with it, will you!" Bellatrix snapped. "What is it, money? We can get you whatever you need!" She didn’t care for the expression held in his dark eyes.
Narcissa nodded, still hopeful. "You know how many friends we have," she said. "What do you need, Severus? Whatever it is, it’s yours."
"It’s not something I need," he said. "It’s something I want." He continued looking at them with that eerie, almost pleased expression.
"Oh what is it already?" Bellatrix snarled.
Snape lowered his voice so that it was very soft, very sinister.
"I want the both of you. Here. Tonight."
The witches gasped. Then Bellatrix laughed derisively.
"Severus!" gasped Narcissa in outrage, rising to her feet. "If this is a joke, I find this kind of humor in very poor taste!"
He continued looking at her with absolutely no sign of remorse or shame, his hands resting on the arms of the chair.
Bellatrix was still laughing. Narcissa looked at her and also began to laugh, a little nervously.
Snape continued staring at them without saying a word, his eyes glittering in the candlelight. Gradually, the more their laughter dwindled and the silence grew, the more the two women realized that it wasn’t a joke at all.
"No. No, no," murmured Narcissa, shaking her head. "This is outrageous," she said, the color rising in her cheeks. "I cannot believe you would be so wicked as to say something like that to me. Severus, I will never forgive you for you complete and total lack of respect. I cannot wait to tell Lucius about this! He’ll have your head!!" Her expression was fuming, her face flushed, her blue eyes burning.
"Go ahead, be my guest," Snape said. "He won’t believe you."
"Severus!!" cried Narcissa, her face full of scorn. "Of course he'll believe me!"
"No, he won’t."
His expression was completely self-satisfied.
"I always knew you were a bastard," Bellatrix said, fixing him with a deadly glance.
"Do you want me to make the Unbreakable Vow?" Snape asked. His eyes were cold and unforgiving.
The two women looked at each other. Narcissa made a sound of disgust and turned away. "How could you this to us, Severus?" She shook her head in disappointment.
"How could I do this to you?" Snape repeated silkily, his eyes on her. The candlelight flickered, casting a strange, eerie illumination upon his countenance. His dark eyes smoldered, and his thin lips held the slightest smirk. "Because I want to do it. And I will. My dear Narcissa, I am wicked. I am a Death Eater. And I have absolutely no remorse for anything I’ve done. I want to do terrible things to you. To the both of you. And I will. And by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to stop, and begging me to continue."
Bellatrix’s face was white and furious. Narcissa looked ill.
Bellatrix strode over to him, looming over him as he sat contentedly in his chair.
"Severus," she began, her voice full of barely restrained fury, "You’re well aware of the fact that I’ve never cared for you. I’ve always detested you, and I tolerated your presence solely because it was required of me, and I’m positive these sentiments are mutual."
"They are," he replied, looking up at her from his position in his chair.
"Narcissa is married. You can’t ask this of her."
"I don’t care."
"Leave her out of this!" she shouted, her rage beginning to show. "I’ll do it!"
"Bellatrix, no!" Narcissa cried.
"I’ll do it," Bellatrix repeated. "Don’t do this to her. Leave her alone!"
"I’m afraid you are in no position to bargain," Snape said curtly, his eyes continuing to laugh at her. "It’s the both of you, tonight. No alternatives. But it was a noble gesture."
"You bastard!" Bellatrix screamed, flinging herself at him, her eyes blazing.
"No!" Narcissa cried, rushing over to them.
Snape instantly caught her outstretched arms, holding her scratching fingernails away from his face. He stood up from his chair, still holding her wrists in a tight grip. He glared into her eyes defiantly as she raged, and the smug look in his eyes made her want to tear them out.
"No, no," cried Narcissa as she attempted to restrain Bellatrix as well. She moved her away from Severus, settling her down on the sofa.
Narcissa looked at Snape reproachfully.
"You’re despicable," she said.
"That’s right," he said softly, sitting back down into the chair.
"We all serve the Dark Lord," he said. And we are not above it, in any way, shape, or form, my lady. I will do exactly as you say and make the Unbreakable Vow, but you will give me what I want in return."
Bellatrix fumed, her chest heaving.
Narcissa stared at him with sad, disappointed eyes.
Snape continued to smirk at them, saying nothing, his eyes merciless.
Then Bellatrix seized her glass of wine, draining it in one quick drink. She slammed the glass back down on the table, so that the other glasses trembled precariously. She glared at Snape.
"Can you fix it so we don’t have to remember anything?" she asked.
"Bellatrix…" Narcissa admonished.
"What?" she said, turning her anger on her friend. "How on earth are we supposed to go through with this if he can’t fix it? He can make it so we forget everything, I know he can!"
"You wish to forget it ever took place?" Snape asked slowly.
"Would you like me to rip your head off?" Bellatrix spat, rushing over close to Snape again, lowering her face down in front of him so her words were right in his ear.
"I’ll make you pay for this, Severus!" she seethed. "I promise you!"
He looked up at her, utterly nonplussed. In fact, his expression was amused.
"Just try it," he whispered.
Bellatrix made for him again, reaching for his neck. He wrestled with her grip again, this time roughly forcing her back into her seat.
"Stop it!" Narcissa shouted. After Snape released her, Bellatrix sat, subdued, barely able to restrain herself from rising to her feet again.
Snape turned away from her, walking slowly behind the sofa where they both sat. He placed both hands on the back of the sofa, lowering his face down between them.
"I can give you whatever you want," he said slowly, softly. "I can make it however you like. I can make you into goddesses. I can make you amaze yourselves with what you can do…" Here his long black hair tickled Bellatrix’s shoulder. His words were having a strange, hypnotic effect on the both of them. "I will worship you, and you will return the favor. I can make it all into a wonderful, terrible dream."
He bent down closer to them, whispering into their ears.
"I can give you whatever you want."
The women were silent. Snape stood up and strode back to his chair, his black robes flowing behind him. He sat down and looked at them, completely calm.
"Very well," sighed Narcissa.
"But you make the Vow first." Bellatrix said, still seething.
"Of course," Snape said, bowing his head.
"And we can’t remember anything," she continued.
"Of course," Snape repeated, a gleam entering his eyes. Then he focused his gaze on Narcissa, left his chair and got onto his knees, in front of her, his black eyes fixed on her blue ones. Her heart pounding, she lowered herself so that she was kneeling opposite him. He took her right hand with his.
"You will need your wand, Bellatrix," said Snape coldly.
She drew it, a deeply resentful expression on her face.
"And you will need to move a little closer," he said.
Hating him, she stepped forward so that she stood over them, and placed the tip of her wand on their linked hands.
Narcissa spoke, her hand trembling in his.
"Will you, Severus, watch over my son, Draco, as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lord’s wishes?"
"I will," said Snape.
A thin tongue of brilliant flame issued from the wand and wound its way around their hands like a red-hot wire.
"And will you, to the best of your ability, protect him from harm?"
"I will," said Snape.
A second tongue of flame shot from the wand and interlinked with the first, making a fine, glowing chain.
"And, should it prove necessary…if it seems Draco will fail…" whispered Narcissa (Snape’s hand twitched within hers but did not draw away), "will you carry out the deed that the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform?"
There was a moment’s silence. Bellatrix watched, her wand upon their clasped hands, her eyes wide.
"I will," said Snape.
Bellatrix’s astounded face glowed red in the blaze of a third tongue of flame, which shot from the wand, twisted with the others, and bound itself thickly around their clasped hands, like a rope, like a fiery snake.
Spinner’s End, Part II
After a moment, the flames disappeared, leaving the three of them in the dim candlelight again.
"Very well then," said Narcissa nervously, rising to her feet. She glanced over at Bellatrix, who was standing with her arms crossed defensively in front of her. She wore a mask of pure, unbridled hatred as she glared at Snape, who was slowly rising from the floor, his black eyes glittering.
"We may as well get this over with," she said sourly.
"As you wish," Snape said, bowing his head.
"As I wish…" Bellatrix scoffed, mumbling under her breath as she turned away.
Narcissa said nothing, only looking on, most distraught.
"I’ll be back in a moment," Snape said, and walked out of the room.
The two witches stood in awkward silence, both dreading what was to come. Narcissa’s lower lip trembled, but she fought back her nervous tears.
"I’m going to kill Severus if it’s the last thing I ever do," Bellatrix snarled.
"Bella, please," Narcissa said. "I’m so sorry I got you into this."
"I got myself into this," she retorted curtly. "You have nothing to be sorry for. But I promise you this, before this is all through, Snape will be the one who is sorry. Very s…" her words trailed off as Snape reentered the room, his black robes trailing behind him. He was carrying a small tray. He set it down on the table. It held three tiny goblets, and two vials, one filled with a deep magenta liquid, and the other with a darker, violet one. He picked up the first vial, removed the stopper, and poured some of the magenta liquid into two of the goblets. Then he poured some of the violet fluid into the remaining goblet, his forehead furrowed with concentration.
At last he handed them each a goblet of the magenta potion and took the last for himself. The magenta potion had a very pleasant, sweet aroma, almost like fruit. Bellatrix noted silently that her glass appeared to have the greatest amount of potion, while Snape’s had the least.
"What is this?" she asked suspiciously.
"Have you forgotten our bargain?" Snape asked sharply. "I see into you mind, Lestrange. I know what you need. This is something the both of you need."
He raised his glass.
"To the Dark Lord," he said, eyeing them briefly before draining the liquid in one quick motion.
The two witches copied him.
Snape watched them carefully. Narcissa gave a small cough, putting her hand to her throat. Snape took the glass from her. Bellatrix’s eyes were closed tightly, and she was still holding the glass to her lips, trying to get more from the empty glass. The potion was sweet, almost overly sweet, and it hit the takers like soft, strong fire, running all through and within the body.
Snape reached out and took Bellatrix’s glass away. Her dark eyes flew open and looked at him strangely. She appeared to be concentrating very hard. Narcissa’s eyes were closed, and a small smile had crept over her fair features. The powerful effects of the potion were already beginning to take hold.
As the soft fire began to spread throughout their bodies, strange and interesting sensations started to build. It was a combination of mild euphoria, intrigue, sensuality, and loss of inhibition. As they became more aware of what was happening, they were astonished to look at each other without their usual prejudices, personal dislike, or contempt. Gone were all of their opinions and mundane worries. Nothing remained but their simple, uninhibited selves.
Narcissa opened her eyes and looked at Snape. He looked back at her, the candlelight flickering on them both, and she was amazed to realize that she didn’t consider him in the same way anymore. He was just a man. A man with a very intriguing look in his eyes, a look that pulled and drew her a bit. As Bellatrix looked at Snape, she felt a tumult of emotions, and her anger, her dislike of him dissolved into a strange, dark fascination. There was something wicked in him, in his eyes, and it attracted her. She couldn’t deny it any longer. Their close proximity to one another heightened their awareness of each other and they all felt an irrepressible desire to touch and to be touched.
Snape needed no invitation. Feeling completely at ease, Snape drew closer to Bellatrix and ran his hand through her long black hair. She was amazed at how her body reacted to his touch. He was very close to her. He leaned his face closer to her and smelled her hair. It smelled lovely, like jasmine. He twisted her hair around his hand and gently pulled her towards him, kissing her. The kiss ignited the network of nerves in her body, sending electric shivers all through her. She could feel his tongue, his, teeth, and his lips working against hers forcefully. She wanted him to press his body against hers. He could feel the softness of her lips and mouth yield to his kiss, adding to his excitement.
Bellatrix pulled away from the kiss suddenly, shaking her head. She looked at him, at his black eyes, and she felt her true emotions try to rise up to the surface. Anger and outrage were trying to break free. She stared at him, breathing heavily, confused. Snape’s eyes traveled over her body, stopping at the neckline of her dress. He reached out, grasped the black material with his pale, long-fingered hands, and with one rough, violent jerk, tore open the front of her dress, revealing the bodice she wore underneath, and the full tops of her breasts. She saw Snape looking at her body greedily, his eyes gleaming, and her emotions took hold of her.
Narcissa, who was watching this strange interlude, felt a yearning within her as she saw them kiss. A jolt of alarm and excitement struck her when Severus ripped her dress. She watched breathlessly, unsure of what to expect.
Bellatrix raised her hand and slapped Snape across the face.
Narcissa gasped.
Snape’s head turned aside from the blow. He knew that Bellatrix was still struggling with her own personal feelings and fighting her desire, and he knew how to fix that. Slowly, he turned his face towards hers again, peering through his dark curtains of hair with furiously glittering eyes. Bellatrix was breathing hard, her face flushed.
He reached out and slapped her back, hard.
Narcissa gasped again, shocked.
Bellatrix’s face turned at the impact, her hair falling across her. Snape glared at her defiantly for a moment, then turned away and walked toward Narcissa, leaving Bellatrix standing alone.
Narcissa looked up at Severus with wide, nervous blue eyes, her heart pounding. He looked into them very closely, and then his expression softened. He slipped a hand into her long, pale blond hair and stroked it affectionately, looking into her eyes and smiling very gently. Narcissa could see the other witch turning to look at them, a strange expression on her face.
Bellatrix was very confused. She was furious and ready to attack, but for some inexplicable reason she felt ashamed as well. She was filled with an irrational desire to have Snape forgive her and pay attention her again. She didn’t want his kiss and his touch to leave her. She watched him gazing at Narcissa fondly and was filled with longing, confused.
Severus slowly lowered his mouth close to Narcissa. He gave her tender little kisses about the face, then finally on the lips. They kissed very slowly and very tenderly. Narcissa was amazed at how gently he was kissing her, because he had done it so roughly with Bellatrix. Then Narcissa opened her mouth and allowed more of his tongue inside of it. Bellatrix watched them, and felt a pull of desire as she caught a small glimpse of their tongues between their close, kissing mouths. Then she was startled as she noticed Snape looking at her. Even as he kissed Narcissa slowly and wetly, his eyes glittered at her devilishly.
Bellatrix felt her need break. She forgot her confusion. She moved towards them, joining their kiss. But as she leaned toward Severus, her lips parted hungrily, he pulled back. Dismay filled her eyes.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" he warned, his eyes showing the slightest hint of menace. Narcissa kissed his neck wantonly as he glared at Bellatrix.
Bellatrix nodded, reaching up behind his head and pulling his mouth towards hers. This time he kissed her fully, feeling a sense of triumph. And an immense satisfaction filled them as they all kissed each other, close and warm. They kissed this way for quite a while, enjoying the sensations. He felt their mouths opening and closing against his, against each other’s. They all kissed each other slowly and tenderly, removing various articles of clothing and letting them fall to the floor. As they both pressed their mouths against his, he extended his tongue slightly and felt them both kissing against it, licking and sucking. His need was becoming elevated. He gave them one last, hard kiss before drawing away, attempting to gain more control over his insistent desire.
"Lovely," he whispered, watching them kiss, their closeness to him intoxicating. Snape lowered his head and kissed Narcissa’s neck, sucking on it and biting it lightly. He heard her make a small sound of pleasure even as she kissed Bellatrix. He slid his hand down, slowly, down over Narcissa’s small, firm breasts, and then down lower toward the small fold between her legs. She let out a gasp, then reached for Bellatrix’s breasts, lowering her open mouth to her nipples, licking them. A moan escaped her lips as she felt Snape’s fingers sliding against her, searching for the small bud of flesh that was her center of sexual pleasure. Snape smirked as he found it, gently caressing it and bringing more moans from her mouth even as she licked and kissed Bellatrix’s breasts. He leaned over and began kissing Bellatrix on the mouth, reaching his other arm around her and pulling her even closer. She bit his lip as he kissed her, bringing a small noise from him, and moved her hand from his chest down between his thighs.
"Oh," she gasped softly, her eyes opening. She looked down at his cock and her eyes widened. She looked up at him and then at Narcissa.
"Oh Severus," Bellatrix said sweetly, slowly caressing his length in her hand.
Narcissa looked down and gasped as well. Her blue eyes went wide and looked first at Bellatrix, then to Severus. Then she reached down and began to caress him as well, smiling at Bellatrix. They both looked at him.
"You’re so…" began Narcissa.
"Big," murmured Bellatrix, as Narcissa said, "long."
He lowered his eyes, smiling almost demurely. Then he sighed as their hands touched him gently. He reached down for their breasts, holding and caressing their soft flesh.
"Mmmm," murmured Narcissa, lowering her mouth down over the tip of his long cock. He sighed again. Bellatrix kissed him on the mouth, hearing him start to moan as Narcissa moved her mouth up and down on his length, sucking it.
But Bellatrix wanted some of him, too. She stopped kissing him and knelt down, feeling Snape’s hand on the side of her head. She watched Narcissa for a moment, watching her swallow down as much of his huge dick as she possibly could. It excited her.
Then Narcissa opened her eyes, looking at Bellatrix. She pulled her mouth off of his cock and held onto it as Bellatrix began sucking it. Severus let out another soft moan, caressing the back of her head. Then she pulled off and they both began sucking and licking it. They greedily enveloped as much of him as they could, taking turns, going underneath his cock and licking there, too. Snape could see their open, wet mouths and their pink tongues lapping and sucking at him, swallowing his length down, moaning. He reached down and grasped the first head his hands found, Bellatrix’s, and then began to thrust his cock rapidly down into her throat. She moaned, and the he released her, watching her open mouth gasp for air as he repeated his thrusting, this time into Narcissa’s mouth. She moaned as well, with a strangled sound, her mouth crammed full, strings of saliva starting to trickle down her chin. He felt his pleasure beginning to elevate dangerously, but before he lost control of himself he pulled away, breathing heavily.
The two women made little sounds of dismay as he withrew, bringing a tiny smirk to his lips. He reached over for his wand and waved it, muttering an incantation, and suddenly the women felt something soft beneath them. A large, soft bed of down had appeared under them, on the floor. It was very soft, and was covered in black silk.
"Oh, how lovely!" Narcissa exclaimed, lying down on it and rubbing against it. Her blond hair and fair skin stood out sharply against the black fabric. Bellatrix said nothing, her dark hair falling across her large, shapely breasts as she lowered herself down onto the softness.
"Lovely," said Snape quietly. He crept toward them and kissed them again, allowing them to pull him down. An indeterminable amount of time passed where the three of them kissed, touched, licked, caressed, suckled, and stroked every part of each other, until it was difficult to determine who was who and which one ended where. Their hands and mouths and entire bodies could not be satisfied. It all merged into a lovely, long dream.
Narcissa lay on her back, feeling Severus pushing his cock into her mouth as Bellatrix licked her. Snape felt the exquisite pleasure of Narcissa’s mouth and watched as Bellatrix spread her lips open with her fingers and ran her tongue over her soft, pink pussy. Her could hear her trying to moan as he pushed his length down her throat. She took him out and stroked him rapidly, licking and sucking underneath his cock, moaning as Bellatrix licked her. Then she pulled Snape into her mouth again, reaching for his hips and actually pulling him toward her, so she could fit as much of him as possible into her greedy mouth. He could feel her beginning to shudder and shake, her strangled moans getting louder and more frantic. Her felt her body tense and go rigid, then shake, and he knew she was coming, and then he realized that he was about to come as well, and he groaned long and hard as he shot his load into her mouth. They pushed against each other, shuddering, and Bellatrix smiled as she listened to their moans.
Snape pulled out of Narcissa’s mouth, then came close to her, kissing her neck. Then he reached over her and pulled Bellatrix up, turning her and laying her flat on her back, positioning himself over her. He kissed her mouth, sweetly, kissed her neck, kissed her breasts, and then Narcissa leaned over and began kissing her breasts as well. They both licked and sucked on them, and Bellatrix began to moan and writhe against them. Snape knelt back and watched Narcissa kissing the other woman’s breasts. He moved back and slid his hands down her legs, holding one of her feet and kissing her toes. Then he did the other. He moved his kisses further and further up her body, approaching the dark thicket of hair between her legs. He looked at her sex for a moment, smiling softly to himself, then began kissing and licking the areas around it. Bellatrix moaned, shivering, then gasped as he opened her and began devouring her. Sharp, sweet waves of pleasure coursed through her as she felt both Narcissa kissing at her breasts and Severus’s warm mouth and tongue working gently against her pussy.
Narcissa began lowering her kisses down over Bellatrix’s body. She neared Severus and saw him glance at her, smiling with his eyes. He pulled his mouth away and allowed her in, so that their mouths both licked and tongued against Bellatrix’s warm, soft slit. She began moaning unintelligibly, rising up from the bed, twisting and writhing beneath them. Narcissa flicked her tongue against her clit and felt Severus sticking his tongue into the opening beneath it. Bellatrix’s moans became louder and she grasped onto them both, quivering. As they licked, sucked on her clit, and pushed their tongues into her, she became taut and rigid, rising up against them and moaning loudly as she came. They moved their kisses over the rest of her body as she trembled, kissing her neck and mouth and licking her nipples. Narcissa saw Severus smiling a little and she kissed him too.
He rose to his knees, reaching for Bellatrix. "Come here my goddess," he said, lying on his back and pulling her on top of him. He kissed her fiercely, holding her hips over his. She could feel his insistent hardness pressing against her thigh. She leaned back and looked at him. He was looking into her eyes, a tiny, secretive smile playing at his lips. He was holding onto his cock, rubbing it against her. Narcisssa watched eagerly, her expression needful. Snape’s eyes moved down to Bellatrix’s pussy, and he reached for it with one hand, spreading her lips apart, holding onto his cock and guiding himself into her warm, wet opening very slowly. As he slowly pushed his length into her, inch by inch, he felt her writhe. She let out one long, deep moan as he went all the way in.
Bellatrix closed her eyes and moaned as Severus began to push in and out of her, holding onto her hips. She had never felt such pleasure from any other man before. His cock reached deep inside of her, sending thick waves of pleasure all through her.
"Look at me," she heard him say.
She opened her eyes and saw him looking up at her as he fucked her. As she looked back into his pale, strained face and his fierce black eyes, she felt and odd, intense wave of affection. She became very aware of his strength and power, and suddenly he seemed very beautiful to her. Astonished, she moaned aloud, "Severus," slowly rising up and down on his hips. She thought she saw a faint reflection of her own feelings in his eyes, a slight smile of recognition, as if he knew her thoughts. He reached up for her, bringing her down for a kiss, caressing her breasts. The he pinched her nipples with his fingertips.
"Look at me," he whispered. And she did, reaching into his long hair, wrapping her fingers in the black tresses, pulling on them. He cried out against her mouth as she kissed him, then held onto her tightly and began pounding into her more rapidly. She moaned against his mouth as he did it harder, and let go of his hair, leaning back and taking him. He slowed down, giving her one last look of recognition before he turned his gaze to Narcissa.
She was watching them avidly, softly fingering herself. Snape reached for her, pulling her towards them. "Come here, lovely," he said. He gently seated her over the tops of his shoulders so her crotch was facing his mouth. He looked up into her eyes smolderingly, running his hands up her thighs towards the dark blond hair between them. She could hear Bellatrix moaning behind her, Snape’s breath tickling her. Then he parted her lips and extended his tongue between them. She moaned as she felt him licking and sucking against her, and felt his body rocking slightly from Bellatrix’s exertions.
Snape gently licked Narcissa’s center of pleasure, pressing his mouth against her and rubbing his tongue in a firm, circular motion. She moaned and gasped, her cries breathier and more high-pitched that Bellatrix’s throaty moans. As he licked her, Narcissa heard Severus let out a small moan as Bellatrix rode him more passionately, his body rocking a little faster.
Bellatrix began to bounce up and down, taking as much pleasure from Snape’s long, hard cock as she could. She rocked back and forth, swaying her hips, grinding against him. She heard him moaning against Narcissa, and heard Narcissa cry out because of what he was doing to her with his mouth. Then Snape lost some of his control and began to thrust himself into Bellatrix again, his hips beginning to smack against her. The feel of him pounding inside her was pushing her close to the edge of her climax. "Oh Severus!" she moaned desperately, and reached in front of her to hold onto Narcissa.
Narcissa was absolutely reeling with pleasure. She saw Snape moaning and sighing against her pussy as Bellatrix rode him fiercely. But even as he moaned with pleasure he continued to devour Narcissa with his talented mouth. He licked and tongued her clit and her lips, then inserted his tongue deep into her. She could feel her orgasm approaching.
It seemed as though a strange and powerful magic had overtaken them. Bellatrix moaned, almost screaming, "Severus! Severus!" as he thrust into her, her cries deep and husky. He looked deep into Narcissa’s eyes, extending the full length of his tongue against her, his eyes gleaming at her even as he rocked from the force of Bellatrix fucking him. Then she saw him slowly licking his own fingers, and then she felt him pressing them against both her vaginal and her anal opening.
"Severus!" Narcissa cried, beginning to tremble. His eyes continued to gleam at her devilishly. He did not enter her with his fingers but only firmly pressed them against her, licking and suckling her, beginning to cry out with his own pleasure. Then Narcissa felt Bellatrix reach around her, felt her large breasts bouncing up and down against her back, felt her grabbing onto her breasts, fingering her nipples. She heard Bellatrix’s deep cries of pleasure escalating, and she could hear herself moaning, "Severus, Severus!" in her own high, breathy tone.
"Yes," he seethed against her, his eyes narrowing, beginning to squeeze shut. His intense pleasure climbed higher and higher as he listened to both women agonizingly moan with pleasure, pleasure that he was delivering to them. Bellatrix’s moans became more scream-like, her body beginning to tighten against him. Narcissa cried out shrilly, trembling and pressing against his mouth, rocking against him.
"Yes, yes," he moaned against them, "Yes, my goddesses," delighting in the sound of his name being cried out over and over by the two women, their voices merging into a harmony of ecstasy. It seemed as though his whole body was being ignited by some terrible, powerful force. He felt them both coming, and took great pleasure and pride from their mutual ecstasy. He thrust mindlessly, and then his own orgasm pinnacled and exploded from him as they tightened and trembled against him. His cries mingled with theirs as wave after wave and jolt after jolt fired throughout their whole bodies, pushing them into a state of oblivion. All coherent thought was lost in a white haze of pleasure, of rocking and pushing, trembling and embracing.
It was only some time later that they at last became more aware of themselves, and they gasped and heaved sighs, sliding off of each other.
To be continued in parts III and IV...
Title: Spinner's End, parts I and II
Author: thislittleslice
Word Count: Part I, 3060. Part II, 3898.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape, Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange.
Warnings: VERY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT!!!! PLEASE NOTE: The female characters in this work of fiction ARE NOT SISTERS. Bisexual threesome, light dominant/submissive behavior. Please don't read if you think it'll offend you.
Summary: In his home at Spinner's End, Severus Snape agrees to make the Unbreakable Vow, but on one condition...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on characters and settings created by J.K. Rowling and is for entertainment purposes only, not for monetary gain. Part I uses from chapter two of HBP. The rest is from my imagination. Please don't sue me.
Author's Note: These are parts one and two from a complete set of four. I will try to post the next two parts as soon as I can. Feel free to leave any comments or feedback. I welcome it. Thanks.
Spinner’s End, Part I
Narcissa knocked on the door. Together, she and Bellatrix stood waiting, panting slightly, breathing in the smell of the dirty river that was carried to them on the night breeze. After a few seconds, they heard movement behind the door and it opened a crack. A sliver of a man could be seen looking at them, a man with long black hair parted in curtains around a sallow face and black eyes.
"Narcissa!" said the man, opening the door a little wider, so that the light fell upon her and Bellatrix also. "What a pleasant surprise!"
"Severus," she said in a strained whisper. "May I speak to you? It’s urgent."
"But of course."
He stood back to allow her to pass into the house. Bellatrix followed without invitation.
"Snape," she said curtly as she passed him.
"Bellatrix," he replied, his thin mouth curling into a slightly mocking smile as he closed the door with a snap behind them.
They had stepped directly into a small sitting room, which had the feel of a dark, padded cell. The walls were completely covered in books, most of them bound in old black or brown leather; a threadbare sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table stood grouped together in a pool of dim light cast by a candle-filled lamp hung from the ceiling. The place had an air of neglect, as though it was not usually inhabited.
Snape gestured Narcissa to the sofa. She threw off her cloak, cast it aside, and sat down, staring at her white and trembling hands clasped in her lap. Bellatrix lowered her hood more slowly. Dark as her companion was fair, with heavily lidded eyes and a strong jaw, she did not take her gaze from Snape as she moved to stand behind Narcissa.
Snape poured out three glasses of bloodred wine and handed two of them to the witches. Narcissa murmured a word of thanks, whilst Bellatrix said nothing, but continued to glower at Snape. This did not seem to discompose him; on the contrary, he looked rather amused.
"The Dark Lord," he said, raising his glass and draining it.
The women copied him. Snape refilled their glasses.
"So, what can I do for you?" he asked, settling himself into the armchair opposite the two witches.
Narcissa looked up at him, her face eloquent with despair.
"Yes, Severus, I…I think you are the only one who can help me. I have nowhere else to turn. Lucius is in jail and…"
She closed her eyes and two large tears seeped from beneath her eyelids.
"The Dark Lord has forbidden me to speak of it," she continued, her eyes still closed. "He wishes none to know of the plan. It is…very secret. But…"
"If he has forbidden it, then you ought not to speak," said Snape at once. "The Dark Lord’s word is law."
Narcissa gasped as though he had doused her with cold water. Bellatrix looked satisfied.
"There!" she said triumphantly to her. "Even Snape says so; you were told not to talk, so hold your silence!"
But Snape had gotten to his feet and strode to the small window, peered through the curtains at the deserted street, then closed them again with a jerk. He turned around to face Narcissa, frowning.
"It so happens that I know of the plan," he said in a low voice. "I am one of the few the Dark Lord has told. Nevertheless, had I not been in on the secret, Narcissa, you would have been guilty of great treachery to the Dark Lord."
"You know about the plan?" said Bellatrix, her fleeting expression of satisfaction replaced by outrage. "You know?"
"Certainly," said Snape. "But what help do you require, Narcissa? If you are imagining that I can persuade the Dark Lord to change his mind, I am afraid there is no hope, none at all."
"Severus," she whispered, tears sliding down her pale cheeks. "My son…my only son." She began to cry in earnest, gazing beseechingly all the while at Snape.
Snape said nothing. He looked away from the sight of her tears as though they were indecent, but he could not pretend not to hear her.
"That’s why he’s chosen Draco, isn’t it?" she persisted. "To punish Lucius?"
"If Draco succeeds," said Snape, still looking away from her, "he will be honored above all others."
"But he won’t succeed!" sobbed Narcissa. "How can he, when the Dark Lord himself…"
Bellatrix gasped; Narcissa seemed to lose her nerve.
"I only meant…that nobody has yet succeeded…Severus…please…You are, you have always been, Draco’s favorite teacher…you are Lucius’s old friend…I beg you…You are the Dark Lord’s favorite, his most trusted advisor…Will you speak to him, persuade him…?"
"The Dark Lord will not be persuaded, and I am not stupid enough to attempt it," said Snape flatly. "I cannot pretend that the Dark Lord is not very angry with Lucius. Lucius was supposed to be in charge. He got himself captured, along with many others, and failed to retrieve the prophecy in the bargain. Yes, the Dark Lord is angry, Narcissa, very angry indeed."
"Then I am right, he has chosen Draco in revenge!" choked Narcissa. "He does not mean him to succeed, hew wants him to be killed trying!"
When Snape said nothing, Narcissa seemed to lose what little self-restraint she still possessed. Standing up, she staggered to Snape and seized the front of his robes. Her face close to his, her tears falling onto his chest, she gasped, "You could do it. You could do it instead of Draco, Severus. You would succeed, of course you would, and he would reward you beyond all of us…"
Snape caught hold of her wrists and removed her clutching hands. Looking down into her tearstained face, he said slowly, "He intends me to do it in the end, I think. But he is determined that Draco should try first. You see, in the unlikely event that Draco succeeds, I shall be able to remain at Hogwarts a little longer, fulfilling my useful role as a spy."
"In other words, it doesn’t matter to him if Draco is killed!"
"The Dark Lord is very angry," repeated Snape quietly. "He failed to hear the prophecy. You know as well as I do, Narcissa, that he does not forgive easily."
She crumpled, falling at his feet, sobbing and moaning on the floor.
"My son…my only son…"
"You should be proud!" said Bellatrix ruthlessly. "If I had sons, I would be glad to give them up to the services of the Dark Lord!"
Narcissa gave a little scream of despair and clutched at her long blonde hair. Snape stooped, seized her by the arms, lifted her up, and steered her back onto the sofa. He then poured her more wine and forced the glass into her hand.
"Narcissa, that’s enough. Drink this. Listen to me."
She quieted a little; slopping wine down herself, she took a shaky sip.
"It might be possible…for me to help Draco."
She sat up, her face paper-white, her eyes huge.
"Severus…oh, Severus…you would help him? Would you look after him, see he comes to no harm?"
"I can try."
She flung away her glass; it skidded across the table as she slid off the sofa into a kneeling position at Snape’s feet, seized his hand in both of hers, and pressed her lips to it.
"If you are there to protect him…Severus, will you swear it? Will you make the Unbreakable Vow?"
"The Unbreakable Vow?"
Snape’s expression was blank, unreadable. Bellatrix, however, let out a peal of triumphant laughter.
"Aren’t you listening, Narcissa? Oh, he’ll try. I’m sure…The usual empty words, the usual slithering out of action…oh, on the Dark Lord’s orders, of course!"
Snape did not look at Bellatrix. His black eyes were fixed upon Narcissa’s tear-filled blue ones as she continued to clutch his hand.
"Certainly, Narcissa, I shall make the Unbreakable Vow," he said quietly. "Perhaps Bellatrix will consent to be our Bonder."
Bellatrix’s mouth fell open. Snape lowered himself so that he was kneeling opposite Narcissa. He continued to look into Narcissa’s eyes. Tears of relief trickled out of them, down her cheeks, and a hopeful smile touched her face. Snape smiled back thinly, giving her hand the slightest caress before gripping it tightly. He stood up slowly, leading Narcissa by the hand and guiding her back onto the sofa.
"Oh thank you, Severus, thank you!" she said.
"Let’s not celebrate yet, Narcissa," Bellatrix sneered. "He hasn’t actually made the vow yet. Who’s to say he’ll actually keep his word?" She eyed Snape contemptuously.
"Oh I will," he said silkily, his expression inscrutable.
"However…" he said slowly, settling down into his chair again, "great risk accompanies this vow." He continued to look at the both of them with an unreadable expression.
Bellatrix watched him with narrowed eyes.
"I would like something in return for my efforts."
Bellatrix scoffed, turning away.
Narcissa nodded. "Of course!" she said. "Whatever you need, it’s yours, Severus."
"What are you asking for?" Bellatrix asked curtly, glaring at him suspiciously.
Snape lowered his black eyes. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile touched his face. Then he met her eyes again.
"I will do exactly as you ask and make the Unbreakable Vow," he affirmed. "But on one condition." A slow, sinister gleam began to creep into his eyes, the tiny smile becoming more noticeable.
"Have out with it, will you!" Bellatrix snapped. "What is it, money? We can get you whatever you need!" She didn’t care for the expression held in his dark eyes.
Narcissa nodded, still hopeful. "You know how many friends we have," she said. "What do you need, Severus? Whatever it is, it’s yours."
"It’s not something I need," he said. "It’s something I want." He continued looking at them with that eerie, almost pleased expression.
"Oh what is it already?" Bellatrix snarled.
Snape lowered his voice so that it was very soft, very sinister.
"I want the both of you. Here. Tonight."
The witches gasped. Then Bellatrix laughed derisively.
"Severus!" gasped Narcissa in outrage, rising to her feet. "If this is a joke, I find this kind of humor in very poor taste!"
He continued looking at her with absolutely no sign of remorse or shame, his hands resting on the arms of the chair.
Bellatrix was still laughing. Narcissa looked at her and also began to laugh, a little nervously.
Snape continued staring at them without saying a word, his eyes glittering in the candlelight. Gradually, the more their laughter dwindled and the silence grew, the more the two women realized that it wasn’t a joke at all.
"No. No, no," murmured Narcissa, shaking her head. "This is outrageous," she said, the color rising in her cheeks. "I cannot believe you would be so wicked as to say something like that to me. Severus, I will never forgive you for you complete and total lack of respect. I cannot wait to tell Lucius about this! He’ll have your head!!" Her expression was fuming, her face flushed, her blue eyes burning.
"Go ahead, be my guest," Snape said. "He won’t believe you."
"Severus!!" cried Narcissa, her face full of scorn. "Of course he'll believe me!"
"No, he won’t."
His expression was completely self-satisfied.
"I always knew you were a bastard," Bellatrix said, fixing him with a deadly glance.
"Do you want me to make the Unbreakable Vow?" Snape asked. His eyes were cold and unforgiving.
The two women looked at each other. Narcissa made a sound of disgust and turned away. "How could you this to us, Severus?" She shook her head in disappointment.
"How could I do this to you?" Snape repeated silkily, his eyes on her. The candlelight flickered, casting a strange, eerie illumination upon his countenance. His dark eyes smoldered, and his thin lips held the slightest smirk. "Because I want to do it. And I will. My dear Narcissa, I am wicked. I am a Death Eater. And I have absolutely no remorse for anything I’ve done. I want to do terrible things to you. To the both of you. And I will. And by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to stop, and begging me to continue."
Bellatrix’s face was white and furious. Narcissa looked ill.
Bellatrix strode over to him, looming over him as he sat contentedly in his chair.
"Severus," she began, her voice full of barely restrained fury, "You’re well aware of the fact that I’ve never cared for you. I’ve always detested you, and I tolerated your presence solely because it was required of me, and I’m positive these sentiments are mutual."
"They are," he replied, looking up at her from his position in his chair.
"Narcissa is married. You can’t ask this of her."
"I don’t care."
"Leave her out of this!" she shouted, her rage beginning to show. "I’ll do it!"
"Bellatrix, no!" Narcissa cried.
"I’ll do it," Bellatrix repeated. "Don’t do this to her. Leave her alone!"
"I’m afraid you are in no position to bargain," Snape said curtly, his eyes continuing to laugh at her. "It’s the both of you, tonight. No alternatives. But it was a noble gesture."
"You bastard!" Bellatrix screamed, flinging herself at him, her eyes blazing.
"No!" Narcissa cried, rushing over to them.
Snape instantly caught her outstretched arms, holding her scratching fingernails away from his face. He stood up from his chair, still holding her wrists in a tight grip. He glared into her eyes defiantly as she raged, and the smug look in his eyes made her want to tear them out.
"No, no," cried Narcissa as she attempted to restrain Bellatrix as well. She moved her away from Severus, settling her down on the sofa.
Narcissa looked at Snape reproachfully.
"You’re despicable," she said.
"That’s right," he said softly, sitting back down into the chair.
"We all serve the Dark Lord," he said. And we are not above it, in any way, shape, or form, my lady. I will do exactly as you say and make the Unbreakable Vow, but you will give me what I want in return."
Bellatrix fumed, her chest heaving.
Narcissa stared at him with sad, disappointed eyes.
Snape continued to smirk at them, saying nothing, his eyes merciless.
Then Bellatrix seized her glass of wine, draining it in one quick drink. She slammed the glass back down on the table, so that the other glasses trembled precariously. She glared at Snape.
"Can you fix it so we don’t have to remember anything?" she asked.
"Bellatrix…" Narcissa admonished.
"What?" she said, turning her anger on her friend. "How on earth are we supposed to go through with this if he can’t fix it? He can make it so we forget everything, I know he can!"
"You wish to forget it ever took place?" Snape asked slowly.
"Would you like me to rip your head off?" Bellatrix spat, rushing over close to Snape again, lowering her face down in front of him so her words were right in his ear.
"I’ll make you pay for this, Severus!" she seethed. "I promise you!"
He looked up at her, utterly nonplussed. In fact, his expression was amused.
"Just try it," he whispered.
Bellatrix made for him again, reaching for his neck. He wrestled with her grip again, this time roughly forcing her back into her seat.
"Stop it!" Narcissa shouted. After Snape released her, Bellatrix sat, subdued, barely able to restrain herself from rising to her feet again.
Snape turned away from her, walking slowly behind the sofa where they both sat. He placed both hands on the back of the sofa, lowering his face down between them.
"I can give you whatever you want," he said slowly, softly. "I can make it however you like. I can make you into goddesses. I can make you amaze yourselves with what you can do…" Here his long black hair tickled Bellatrix’s shoulder. His words were having a strange, hypnotic effect on the both of them. "I will worship you, and you will return the favor. I can make it all into a wonderful, terrible dream."
He bent down closer to them, whispering into their ears.
"I can give you whatever you want."
The women were silent. Snape stood up and strode back to his chair, his black robes flowing behind him. He sat down and looked at them, completely calm.
"Very well," sighed Narcissa.
"But you make the Vow first." Bellatrix said, still seething.
"Of course," Snape said, bowing his head.
"And we can’t remember anything," she continued.
"Of course," Snape repeated, a gleam entering his eyes. Then he focused his gaze on Narcissa, left his chair and got onto his knees, in front of her, his black eyes fixed on her blue ones. Her heart pounding, she lowered herself so that she was kneeling opposite him. He took her right hand with his.
"You will need your wand, Bellatrix," said Snape coldly.
She drew it, a deeply resentful expression on her face.
"And you will need to move a little closer," he said.
Hating him, she stepped forward so that she stood over them, and placed the tip of her wand on their linked hands.
Narcissa spoke, her hand trembling in his.
"Will you, Severus, watch over my son, Draco, as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lord’s wishes?"
"I will," said Snape.
A thin tongue of brilliant flame issued from the wand and wound its way around their hands like a red-hot wire.
"And will you, to the best of your ability, protect him from harm?"
"I will," said Snape.
A second tongue of flame shot from the wand and interlinked with the first, making a fine, glowing chain.
"And, should it prove necessary…if it seems Draco will fail…" whispered Narcissa (Snape’s hand twitched within hers but did not draw away), "will you carry out the deed that the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform?"
There was a moment’s silence. Bellatrix watched, her wand upon their clasped hands, her eyes wide.
"I will," said Snape.
Bellatrix’s astounded face glowed red in the blaze of a third tongue of flame, which shot from the wand, twisted with the others, and bound itself thickly around their clasped hands, like a rope, like a fiery snake.
Spinner’s End, Part II
After a moment, the flames disappeared, leaving the three of them in the dim candlelight again.
"Very well then," said Narcissa nervously, rising to her feet. She glanced over at Bellatrix, who was standing with her arms crossed defensively in front of her. She wore a mask of pure, unbridled hatred as she glared at Snape, who was slowly rising from the floor, his black eyes glittering.
"We may as well get this over with," she said sourly.
"As you wish," Snape said, bowing his head.
"As I wish…" Bellatrix scoffed, mumbling under her breath as she turned away.
Narcissa said nothing, only looking on, most distraught.
"I’ll be back in a moment," Snape said, and walked out of the room.
The two witches stood in awkward silence, both dreading what was to come. Narcissa’s lower lip trembled, but she fought back her nervous tears.
"I’m going to kill Severus if it’s the last thing I ever do," Bellatrix snarled.
"Bella, please," Narcissa said. "I’m so sorry I got you into this."
"I got myself into this," she retorted curtly. "You have nothing to be sorry for. But I promise you this, before this is all through, Snape will be the one who is sorry. Very s…" her words trailed off as Snape reentered the room, his black robes trailing behind him. He was carrying a small tray. He set it down on the table. It held three tiny goblets, and two vials, one filled with a deep magenta liquid, and the other with a darker, violet one. He picked up the first vial, removed the stopper, and poured some of the magenta liquid into two of the goblets. Then he poured some of the violet fluid into the remaining goblet, his forehead furrowed with concentration.
At last he handed them each a goblet of the magenta potion and took the last for himself. The magenta potion had a very pleasant, sweet aroma, almost like fruit. Bellatrix noted silently that her glass appeared to have the greatest amount of potion, while Snape’s had the least.
"What is this?" she asked suspiciously.
"Have you forgotten our bargain?" Snape asked sharply. "I see into you mind, Lestrange. I know what you need. This is something the both of you need."
He raised his glass.
"To the Dark Lord," he said, eyeing them briefly before draining the liquid in one quick motion.
The two witches copied him.
Snape watched them carefully. Narcissa gave a small cough, putting her hand to her throat. Snape took the glass from her. Bellatrix’s eyes were closed tightly, and she was still holding the glass to her lips, trying to get more from the empty glass. The potion was sweet, almost overly sweet, and it hit the takers like soft, strong fire, running all through and within the body.
Snape reached out and took Bellatrix’s glass away. Her dark eyes flew open and looked at him strangely. She appeared to be concentrating very hard. Narcissa’s eyes were closed, and a small smile had crept over her fair features. The powerful effects of the potion were already beginning to take hold.
As the soft fire began to spread throughout their bodies, strange and interesting sensations started to build. It was a combination of mild euphoria, intrigue, sensuality, and loss of inhibition. As they became more aware of what was happening, they were astonished to look at each other without their usual prejudices, personal dislike, or contempt. Gone were all of their opinions and mundane worries. Nothing remained but their simple, uninhibited selves.
Narcissa opened her eyes and looked at Snape. He looked back at her, the candlelight flickering on them both, and she was amazed to realize that she didn’t consider him in the same way anymore. He was just a man. A man with a very intriguing look in his eyes, a look that pulled and drew her a bit. As Bellatrix looked at Snape, she felt a tumult of emotions, and her anger, her dislike of him dissolved into a strange, dark fascination. There was something wicked in him, in his eyes, and it attracted her. She couldn’t deny it any longer. Their close proximity to one another heightened their awareness of each other and they all felt an irrepressible desire to touch and to be touched.
Snape needed no invitation. Feeling completely at ease, Snape drew closer to Bellatrix and ran his hand through her long black hair. She was amazed at how her body reacted to his touch. He was very close to her. He leaned his face closer to her and smelled her hair. It smelled lovely, like jasmine. He twisted her hair around his hand and gently pulled her towards him, kissing her. The kiss ignited the network of nerves in her body, sending electric shivers all through her. She could feel his tongue, his, teeth, and his lips working against hers forcefully. She wanted him to press his body against hers. He could feel the softness of her lips and mouth yield to his kiss, adding to his excitement.
Bellatrix pulled away from the kiss suddenly, shaking her head. She looked at him, at his black eyes, and she felt her true emotions try to rise up to the surface. Anger and outrage were trying to break free. She stared at him, breathing heavily, confused. Snape’s eyes traveled over her body, stopping at the neckline of her dress. He reached out, grasped the black material with his pale, long-fingered hands, and with one rough, violent jerk, tore open the front of her dress, revealing the bodice she wore underneath, and the full tops of her breasts. She saw Snape looking at her body greedily, his eyes gleaming, and her emotions took hold of her.
Narcissa, who was watching this strange interlude, felt a yearning within her as she saw them kiss. A jolt of alarm and excitement struck her when Severus ripped her dress. She watched breathlessly, unsure of what to expect.
Bellatrix raised her hand and slapped Snape across the face.
Narcissa gasped.
Snape’s head turned aside from the blow. He knew that Bellatrix was still struggling with her own personal feelings and fighting her desire, and he knew how to fix that. Slowly, he turned his face towards hers again, peering through his dark curtains of hair with furiously glittering eyes. Bellatrix was breathing hard, her face flushed.
He reached out and slapped her back, hard.
Narcissa gasped again, shocked.
Bellatrix’s face turned at the impact, her hair falling across her. Snape glared at her defiantly for a moment, then turned away and walked toward Narcissa, leaving Bellatrix standing alone.
Narcissa looked up at Severus with wide, nervous blue eyes, her heart pounding. He looked into them very closely, and then his expression softened. He slipped a hand into her long, pale blond hair and stroked it affectionately, looking into her eyes and smiling very gently. Narcissa could see the other witch turning to look at them, a strange expression on her face.
Bellatrix was very confused. She was furious and ready to attack, but for some inexplicable reason she felt ashamed as well. She was filled with an irrational desire to have Snape forgive her and pay attention her again. She didn’t want his kiss and his touch to leave her. She watched him gazing at Narcissa fondly and was filled with longing, confused.
Severus slowly lowered his mouth close to Narcissa. He gave her tender little kisses about the face, then finally on the lips. They kissed very slowly and very tenderly. Narcissa was amazed at how gently he was kissing her, because he had done it so roughly with Bellatrix. Then Narcissa opened her mouth and allowed more of his tongue inside of it. Bellatrix watched them, and felt a pull of desire as she caught a small glimpse of their tongues between their close, kissing mouths. Then she was startled as she noticed Snape looking at her. Even as he kissed Narcissa slowly and wetly, his eyes glittered at her devilishly.
Bellatrix felt her need break. She forgot her confusion. She moved towards them, joining their kiss. But as she leaned toward Severus, her lips parted hungrily, he pulled back. Dismay filled her eyes.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" he warned, his eyes showing the slightest hint of menace. Narcissa kissed his neck wantonly as he glared at Bellatrix.
Bellatrix nodded, reaching up behind his head and pulling his mouth towards hers. This time he kissed her fully, feeling a sense of triumph. And an immense satisfaction filled them as they all kissed each other, close and warm. They kissed this way for quite a while, enjoying the sensations. He felt their mouths opening and closing against his, against each other’s. They all kissed each other slowly and tenderly, removing various articles of clothing and letting them fall to the floor. As they both pressed their mouths against his, he extended his tongue slightly and felt them both kissing against it, licking and sucking. His need was becoming elevated. He gave them one last, hard kiss before drawing away, attempting to gain more control over his insistent desire.
"Lovely," he whispered, watching them kiss, their closeness to him intoxicating. Snape lowered his head and kissed Narcissa’s neck, sucking on it and biting it lightly. He heard her make a small sound of pleasure even as she kissed Bellatrix. He slid his hand down, slowly, down over Narcissa’s small, firm breasts, and then down lower toward the small fold between her legs. She let out a gasp, then reached for Bellatrix’s breasts, lowering her open mouth to her nipples, licking them. A moan escaped her lips as she felt Snape’s fingers sliding against her, searching for the small bud of flesh that was her center of sexual pleasure. Snape smirked as he found it, gently caressing it and bringing more moans from her mouth even as she licked and kissed Bellatrix’s breasts. He leaned over and began kissing Bellatrix on the mouth, reaching his other arm around her and pulling her even closer. She bit his lip as he kissed her, bringing a small noise from him, and moved her hand from his chest down between his thighs.
"Oh," she gasped softly, her eyes opening. She looked down at his cock and her eyes widened. She looked up at him and then at Narcissa.
"Oh Severus," Bellatrix said sweetly, slowly caressing his length in her hand.
Narcissa looked down and gasped as well. Her blue eyes went wide and looked first at Bellatrix, then to Severus. Then she reached down and began to caress him as well, smiling at Bellatrix. They both looked at him.
"You’re so…" began Narcissa.
"Big," murmured Bellatrix, as Narcissa said, "long."
He lowered his eyes, smiling almost demurely. Then he sighed as their hands touched him gently. He reached down for their breasts, holding and caressing their soft flesh.
"Mmmm," murmured Narcissa, lowering her mouth down over the tip of his long cock. He sighed again. Bellatrix kissed him on the mouth, hearing him start to moan as Narcissa moved her mouth up and down on his length, sucking it.
But Bellatrix wanted some of him, too. She stopped kissing him and knelt down, feeling Snape’s hand on the side of her head. She watched Narcissa for a moment, watching her swallow down as much of his huge dick as she possibly could. It excited her.
Then Narcissa opened her eyes, looking at Bellatrix. She pulled her mouth off of his cock and held onto it as Bellatrix began sucking it. Severus let out another soft moan, caressing the back of her head. Then she pulled off and they both began sucking and licking it. They greedily enveloped as much of him as they could, taking turns, going underneath his cock and licking there, too. Snape could see their open, wet mouths and their pink tongues lapping and sucking at him, swallowing his length down, moaning. He reached down and grasped the first head his hands found, Bellatrix’s, and then began to thrust his cock rapidly down into her throat. She moaned, and the he released her, watching her open mouth gasp for air as he repeated his thrusting, this time into Narcissa’s mouth. She moaned as well, with a strangled sound, her mouth crammed full, strings of saliva starting to trickle down her chin. He felt his pleasure beginning to elevate dangerously, but before he lost control of himself he pulled away, breathing heavily.
The two women made little sounds of dismay as he withrew, bringing a tiny smirk to his lips. He reached over for his wand and waved it, muttering an incantation, and suddenly the women felt something soft beneath them. A large, soft bed of down had appeared under them, on the floor. It was very soft, and was covered in black silk.
"Oh, how lovely!" Narcissa exclaimed, lying down on it and rubbing against it. Her blond hair and fair skin stood out sharply against the black fabric. Bellatrix said nothing, her dark hair falling across her large, shapely breasts as she lowered herself down onto the softness.
"Lovely," said Snape quietly. He crept toward them and kissed them again, allowing them to pull him down. An indeterminable amount of time passed where the three of them kissed, touched, licked, caressed, suckled, and stroked every part of each other, until it was difficult to determine who was who and which one ended where. Their hands and mouths and entire bodies could not be satisfied. It all merged into a lovely, long dream.
Narcissa lay on her back, feeling Severus pushing his cock into her mouth as Bellatrix licked her. Snape felt the exquisite pleasure of Narcissa’s mouth and watched as Bellatrix spread her lips open with her fingers and ran her tongue over her soft, pink pussy. Her could hear her trying to moan as he pushed his length down her throat. She took him out and stroked him rapidly, licking and sucking underneath his cock, moaning as Bellatrix licked her. Then she pulled Snape into her mouth again, reaching for his hips and actually pulling him toward her, so she could fit as much of him as possible into her greedy mouth. He could feel her beginning to shudder and shake, her strangled moans getting louder and more frantic. Her felt her body tense and go rigid, then shake, and he knew she was coming, and then he realized that he was about to come as well, and he groaned long and hard as he shot his load into her mouth. They pushed against each other, shuddering, and Bellatrix smiled as she listened to their moans.
Snape pulled out of Narcissa’s mouth, then came close to her, kissing her neck. Then he reached over her and pulled Bellatrix up, turning her and laying her flat on her back, positioning himself over her. He kissed her mouth, sweetly, kissed her neck, kissed her breasts, and then Narcissa leaned over and began kissing her breasts as well. They both licked and sucked on them, and Bellatrix began to moan and writhe against them. Snape knelt back and watched Narcissa kissing the other woman’s breasts. He moved back and slid his hands down her legs, holding one of her feet and kissing her toes. Then he did the other. He moved his kisses further and further up her body, approaching the dark thicket of hair between her legs. He looked at her sex for a moment, smiling softly to himself, then began kissing and licking the areas around it. Bellatrix moaned, shivering, then gasped as he opened her and began devouring her. Sharp, sweet waves of pleasure coursed through her as she felt both Narcissa kissing at her breasts and Severus’s warm mouth and tongue working gently against her pussy.
Narcissa began lowering her kisses down over Bellatrix’s body. She neared Severus and saw him glance at her, smiling with his eyes. He pulled his mouth away and allowed her in, so that their mouths both licked and tongued against Bellatrix’s warm, soft slit. She began moaning unintelligibly, rising up from the bed, twisting and writhing beneath them. Narcissa flicked her tongue against her clit and felt Severus sticking his tongue into the opening beneath it. Bellatrix’s moans became louder and she grasped onto them both, quivering. As they licked, sucked on her clit, and pushed their tongues into her, she became taut and rigid, rising up against them and moaning loudly as she came. They moved their kisses over the rest of her body as she trembled, kissing her neck and mouth and licking her nipples. Narcissa saw Severus smiling a little and she kissed him too.
He rose to his knees, reaching for Bellatrix. "Come here my goddess," he said, lying on his back and pulling her on top of him. He kissed her fiercely, holding her hips over his. She could feel his insistent hardness pressing against her thigh. She leaned back and looked at him. He was looking into her eyes, a tiny, secretive smile playing at his lips. He was holding onto his cock, rubbing it against her. Narcisssa watched eagerly, her expression needful. Snape’s eyes moved down to Bellatrix’s pussy, and he reached for it with one hand, spreading her lips apart, holding onto his cock and guiding himself into her warm, wet opening very slowly. As he slowly pushed his length into her, inch by inch, he felt her writhe. She let out one long, deep moan as he went all the way in.
Bellatrix closed her eyes and moaned as Severus began to push in and out of her, holding onto her hips. She had never felt such pleasure from any other man before. His cock reached deep inside of her, sending thick waves of pleasure all through her.
"Look at me," she heard him say.
She opened her eyes and saw him looking up at her as he fucked her. As she looked back into his pale, strained face and his fierce black eyes, she felt and odd, intense wave of affection. She became very aware of his strength and power, and suddenly he seemed very beautiful to her. Astonished, she moaned aloud, "Severus," slowly rising up and down on his hips. She thought she saw a faint reflection of her own feelings in his eyes, a slight smile of recognition, as if he knew her thoughts. He reached up for her, bringing her down for a kiss, caressing her breasts. The he pinched her nipples with his fingertips.
"Look at me," he whispered. And she did, reaching into his long hair, wrapping her fingers in the black tresses, pulling on them. He cried out against her mouth as she kissed him, then held onto her tightly and began pounding into her more rapidly. She moaned against his mouth as he did it harder, and let go of his hair, leaning back and taking him. He slowed down, giving her one last look of recognition before he turned his gaze to Narcissa.
She was watching them avidly, softly fingering herself. Snape reached for her, pulling her towards them. "Come here, lovely," he said. He gently seated her over the tops of his shoulders so her crotch was facing his mouth. He looked up into her eyes smolderingly, running his hands up her thighs towards the dark blond hair between them. She could hear Bellatrix moaning behind her, Snape’s breath tickling her. Then he parted her lips and extended his tongue between them. She moaned as she felt him licking and sucking against her, and felt his body rocking slightly from Bellatrix’s exertions.
Snape gently licked Narcissa’s center of pleasure, pressing his mouth against her and rubbing his tongue in a firm, circular motion. She moaned and gasped, her cries breathier and more high-pitched that Bellatrix’s throaty moans. As he licked her, Narcissa heard Severus let out a small moan as Bellatrix rode him more passionately, his body rocking a little faster.
Bellatrix began to bounce up and down, taking as much pleasure from Snape’s long, hard cock as she could. She rocked back and forth, swaying her hips, grinding against him. She heard him moaning against Narcissa, and heard Narcissa cry out because of what he was doing to her with his mouth. Then Snape lost some of his control and began to thrust himself into Bellatrix again, his hips beginning to smack against her. The feel of him pounding inside her was pushing her close to the edge of her climax. "Oh Severus!" she moaned desperately, and reached in front of her to hold onto Narcissa.
Narcissa was absolutely reeling with pleasure. She saw Snape moaning and sighing against her pussy as Bellatrix rode him fiercely. But even as he moaned with pleasure he continued to devour Narcissa with his talented mouth. He licked and tongued her clit and her lips, then inserted his tongue deep into her. She could feel her orgasm approaching.
It seemed as though a strange and powerful magic had overtaken them. Bellatrix moaned, almost screaming, "Severus! Severus!" as he thrust into her, her cries deep and husky. He looked deep into Narcissa’s eyes, extending the full length of his tongue against her, his eyes gleaming at her even as he rocked from the force of Bellatrix fucking him. Then she saw him slowly licking his own fingers, and then she felt him pressing them against both her vaginal and her anal opening.
"Severus!" Narcissa cried, beginning to tremble. His eyes continued to gleam at her devilishly. He did not enter her with his fingers but only firmly pressed them against her, licking and suckling her, beginning to cry out with his own pleasure. Then Narcissa felt Bellatrix reach around her, felt her large breasts bouncing up and down against her back, felt her grabbing onto her breasts, fingering her nipples. She heard Bellatrix’s deep cries of pleasure escalating, and she could hear herself moaning, "Severus, Severus!" in her own high, breathy tone.
"Yes," he seethed against her, his eyes narrowing, beginning to squeeze shut. His intense pleasure climbed higher and higher as he listened to both women agonizingly moan with pleasure, pleasure that he was delivering to them. Bellatrix’s moans became more scream-like, her body beginning to tighten against him. Narcissa cried out shrilly, trembling and pressing against his mouth, rocking against him.
"Yes, yes," he moaned against them, "Yes, my goddesses," delighting in the sound of his name being cried out over and over by the two women, their voices merging into a harmony of ecstasy. It seemed as though his whole body was being ignited by some terrible, powerful force. He felt them both coming, and took great pleasure and pride from their mutual ecstasy. He thrust mindlessly, and then his own orgasm pinnacled and exploded from him as they tightened and trembled against him. His cries mingled with theirs as wave after wave and jolt after jolt fired throughout their whole bodies, pushing them into a state of oblivion. All coherent thought was lost in a white haze of pleasure, of rocking and pushing, trembling and embracing.
It was only some time later that they at last became more aware of themselves, and they gasped and heaved sighs, sliding off of each other.
To be continued in parts III and IV...