Sisters Most Snakelike - a gift for The Community!
Title: Sisters Most Snakelike
Author: valkyriekat_47
Recipient: The Community
Pairing(s): Bellatrix/Narcissa, Narcissa/Lucius (three days before their wedding)
Word Count: 1149
Rating: R to NC-17
Warnings: Blackcest, dub-con, implied BDSM, use of the Imperius Curse
Summary: Bellatrix waits outside Wiltshire Manor to see if she can lead Narcissa into going on a sex spree with her before Narcissa is married. Any means to and end? Hehe.
Author's Notes: I tried to take it further but writing explicit scenes? I suck at it. Let your imagination go...
Bellatrix slowly licked her lips as she drew closer to her target. A snowflake hit the tip of her tongue as she took in her surroundings.
Dark and rural, rich as her, and just as filthy on the inside.
Once again, she had her back pressed into the hedgerow outside Wiltshire Manor, almost next to the front door. Her victim was worthy of her, she thought, but not as worthy as her true prey.
For a millisecond, an inward vision of what she craved flashed before her eyes , then one nanosecond later, it was back on the Dark Lord. He would not begrudge her; it was not a betrayal of him. She would not set herself any real target but the Dark Lord.
In the meantime, while she beckoned, she could pursue a far more feminine and sinuously sumptuous dish: one kiss of her flesh, whether lips or ...lips. She shifted herself in the new, late November snow.
Bellatrix loved her sister Narcissa in a most lustful way. She wanted to protect her from a life of servitude. For the ninth time, she thought, this will be it.
She peered around the tall green white-topped hedge. Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the car, his hand leading to Narcissa's. Neither wore a wedding band yet, but Narcissa wore an engagement ring. Bella's breath came quick and fast as she saw it. She made up her mind, and cast a silent spell:
Imperio!
Any means to an end, they said. Bellatrix gave a most dark giggle as she thought of it. It was an ugly sound for a noble purpose, wasn't it? Hah! she thought as she watched Lucius follow his intended out of the shiny silvery-green car.
What matter did it make? She would get exactly what she wanted, or she wasn't the Dark Lord's most faithful. Oh, that she was.
She focused her thoughts.
"Don't know why I bother with you sometimes, you know. Your humour is puerile and your ideas so banal." Lucius drawled out his insults most convincingly. Bellatrix grinned and felt like cackling, but she wanted to remain hidden and so smirked as she planned the next bit of his speech.
Narcissa fixed her cloak collar so that it buried her stark blonde hair. She clearly also wanted to fix her companion.
"L-Lucius? What do you mean? Darling, you need a drink. Whether you deserve it or not."
Lucius merely gave her a blank grey stare.
"You've been so vile to me, every night. I said I was yours, but that does not mean I am without limits." Narcissa tapped her toe as she spoke and the very Black I-want line between her eyes creased more deeply.
"You fetch me a drink and bring me my slippers in your mouth," Lucius sneered at her.
"Is this a taste of marriage to you?" Narcissa demanded. Bellatrix could imagine her leaving him, but she did not want her sister long-term, just as a jaunty trip away from her usual tasks. All she wanted was a mere taste of her, but not a whole mouthful. She relaxed her mental grip, ceasing her Imperius Curse.
"Pardon, darling?"
"Oh, ha ha! Very witty. You don't remember again?"
"Remember... I remember..." Lucius apparently did not want to remember having a voice in his head. He would not give up his sanity for the sake of some game the sisters were playing.
"I'm sorry if I said anything untoward," Lucius conceded, turning a bit pink as he said it.
"That had better be an understatement!" Narcissa snapped.
Lucius made the mistake of shaking his head. Narcissa gathered her thick black winter cloak around her slim form, beating back the winds. He slammed the door, leaving his fiancée on the snow-covered gravel pathway. She was about to Disapparate when Bellatrix stepped out from behind her hedge and beckoned Narcissa to her side.
"You said you were upset last night; I just got your owl a minute ago. Can I be an ear for your troubles?" Bellatrix asked in a voice that had not yet been harshened by Azkaban, but was not melodious in any way.
"Lucius... he has grown distant and insulting, almost beastly… and we are to be married in three days time." A thick tear crept from beneath her left lash to be joined by others on the right.
"It will be fine, Cissy. Have a touch of brandy." Bellatrix took a bottle out of her embroidered left robe pocket. "Here."
Narcissa reproachfully eyed Bellatrix, then took the bottle and swallowed about three ounces at once. It wasn't anything but brandy, but that suited Bellatrix just fine. It still slowed Narcissa down. It had slowed down many prey in Bellatrix' travels.
"Let's go somewhere more homey. Grasp my arm, Narcissa. To the ever vacant flat you own in London, I think!"
Narcissa nodded, her shoulders shuddering with emotion. Soon they were outside the flat, after having been pressured in every direction with the Apparition. Bellatrix gave a guttural guffaw as she lifted her sister in her arms.
Narcissa was glad of the care, but it didn't suit her sister one bit. She grew wary as she was deposited outside her flat on a brightly lit road that seemed part of a different life, during the time when she still went about with girls and had no ambition but to marry a suitable man and produce an heir. Well, she had wanted love, too, but now it seemed that only marriage and an heir were possible. If that. Her tears came more quickly still.
Soon Narcissa was in her bedroom, and had taken a second, equally huge draught of brandy.
Bellatrix wanted a woman, but this was all wrong. She wanted to see Narcissa naked, came the thought.
Yet not at the expense of sisterhood. Family. Blood, but what of pureblood decadence? No, no, no.
And then she realised these thoughts were inside her, not of her, and she was frightened.
Just one kiss, came the voice. Just ask for one kiss. Aaaaanywhere.
Narcissa took more brandy when it was offered, with a very drunken 'yes.'
"Now!" Narcissa cried, and Bellatrix pulled out a riding crop and handcuffs, nipple clamps and a paddle…
How long had it been since Narcissa had been spanked? Bellatrix wondered.
Narcissa smiled, something Bellatrix did not expect.
In one movement Narcissa had Bellatrix on her front, her hands bound by silken rope, not handcuffs, her pain transmuted to power with her realisation.
Narcissa began to rant.
"You've been Imperiusing Lucius. For the last eight to ten nights. Always the same, making him snarl petty insults. I see now. You think you are a clever snake; I out-slithered you this time. I will not be vile to you, but show you all kinds of pleasure you can never repeat for your fear of not surrendering to the Dark Lord's will."
Bellatrix lay panting, her eyes huge. "Shall we begin with a kiss?" She cackled.
Author: valkyriekat_47
Recipient: The Community
Pairing(s): Bellatrix/Narcissa, Narcissa/Lucius (three days before their wedding)
Word Count: 1149
Rating: R to NC-17
Warnings: Blackcest, dub-con, implied BDSM, use of the Imperius Curse
Summary: Bellatrix waits outside Wiltshire Manor to see if she can lead Narcissa into going on a sex spree with her before Narcissa is married. Any means to and end? Hehe.
Author's Notes: I tried to take it further but writing explicit scenes? I suck at it. Let your imagination go...
Bellatrix slowly licked her lips as she drew closer to her target. A snowflake hit the tip of her tongue as she took in her surroundings.
Dark and rural, rich as her, and just as filthy on the inside.
Once again, she had her back pressed into the hedgerow outside Wiltshire Manor, almost next to the front door. Her victim was worthy of her, she thought, but not as worthy as her true prey.
For a millisecond, an inward vision of what she craved flashed before her eyes , then one nanosecond later, it was back on the Dark Lord. He would not begrudge her; it was not a betrayal of him. She would not set herself any real target but the Dark Lord.
In the meantime, while she beckoned, she could pursue a far more feminine and sinuously sumptuous dish: one kiss of her flesh, whether lips or ...lips. She shifted herself in the new, late November snow.
Bellatrix loved her sister Narcissa in a most lustful way. She wanted to protect her from a life of servitude. For the ninth time, she thought, this will be it.
She peered around the tall green white-topped hedge. Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the car, his hand leading to Narcissa's. Neither wore a wedding band yet, but Narcissa wore an engagement ring. Bella's breath came quick and fast as she saw it. She made up her mind, and cast a silent spell:
Imperio!
Any means to an end, they said. Bellatrix gave a most dark giggle as she thought of it. It was an ugly sound for a noble purpose, wasn't it? Hah! she thought as she watched Lucius follow his intended out of the shiny silvery-green car.
What matter did it make? She would get exactly what she wanted, or she wasn't the Dark Lord's most faithful. Oh, that she was.
She focused her thoughts.
"Don't know why I bother with you sometimes, you know. Your humour is puerile and your ideas so banal." Lucius drawled out his insults most convincingly. Bellatrix grinned and felt like cackling, but she wanted to remain hidden and so smirked as she planned the next bit of his speech.
Narcissa fixed her cloak collar so that it buried her stark blonde hair. She clearly also wanted to fix her companion.
"L-Lucius? What do you mean? Darling, you need a drink. Whether you deserve it or not."
Lucius merely gave her a blank grey stare.
"You've been so vile to me, every night. I said I was yours, but that does not mean I am without limits." Narcissa tapped her toe as she spoke and the very Black I-want line between her eyes creased more deeply.
"You fetch me a drink and bring me my slippers in your mouth," Lucius sneered at her.
"Is this a taste of marriage to you?" Narcissa demanded. Bellatrix could imagine her leaving him, but she did not want her sister long-term, just as a jaunty trip away from her usual tasks. All she wanted was a mere taste of her, but not a whole mouthful. She relaxed her mental grip, ceasing her Imperius Curse.
"Pardon, darling?"
"Oh, ha ha! Very witty. You don't remember again?"
"Remember... I remember..." Lucius apparently did not want to remember having a voice in his head. He would not give up his sanity for the sake of some game the sisters were playing.
"I'm sorry if I said anything untoward," Lucius conceded, turning a bit pink as he said it.
"That had better be an understatement!" Narcissa snapped.
Lucius made the mistake of shaking his head. Narcissa gathered her thick black winter cloak around her slim form, beating back the winds. He slammed the door, leaving his fiancée on the snow-covered gravel pathway. She was about to Disapparate when Bellatrix stepped out from behind her hedge and beckoned Narcissa to her side.
"You said you were upset last night; I just got your owl a minute ago. Can I be an ear for your troubles?" Bellatrix asked in a voice that had not yet been harshened by Azkaban, but was not melodious in any way.
"Lucius... he has grown distant and insulting, almost beastly… and we are to be married in three days time." A thick tear crept from beneath her left lash to be joined by others on the right.
"It will be fine, Cissy. Have a touch of brandy." Bellatrix took a bottle out of her embroidered left robe pocket. "Here."
Narcissa reproachfully eyed Bellatrix, then took the bottle and swallowed about three ounces at once. It wasn't anything but brandy, but that suited Bellatrix just fine. It still slowed Narcissa down. It had slowed down many prey in Bellatrix' travels.
"Let's go somewhere more homey. Grasp my arm, Narcissa. To the ever vacant flat you own in London, I think!"
Narcissa nodded, her shoulders shuddering with emotion. Soon they were outside the flat, after having been pressured in every direction with the Apparition. Bellatrix gave a guttural guffaw as she lifted her sister in her arms.
Narcissa was glad of the care, but it didn't suit her sister one bit. She grew wary as she was deposited outside her flat on a brightly lit road that seemed part of a different life, during the time when she still went about with girls and had no ambition but to marry a suitable man and produce an heir. Well, she had wanted love, too, but now it seemed that only marriage and an heir were possible. If that. Her tears came more quickly still.
Soon Narcissa was in her bedroom, and had taken a second, equally huge draught of brandy.
Bellatrix wanted a woman, but this was all wrong. She wanted to see Narcissa naked, came the thought.
Yet not at the expense of sisterhood. Family. Blood, but what of pureblood decadence? No, no, no.
And then she realised these thoughts were inside her, not of her, and she was frightened.
Just one kiss, came the voice. Just ask for one kiss. Aaaaanywhere.
Narcissa took more brandy when it was offered, with a very drunken 'yes.'
"Now!" Narcissa cried, and Bellatrix pulled out a riding crop and handcuffs, nipple clamps and a paddle…
How long had it been since Narcissa had been spanked? Bellatrix wondered.
Narcissa smiled, something Bellatrix did not expect.
In one movement Narcissa had Bellatrix on her front, her hands bound by silken rope, not handcuffs, her pain transmuted to power with her realisation.
Narcissa began to rant.
"You've been Imperiusing Lucius. For the last eight to ten nights. Always the same, making him snarl petty insults. I see now. You think you are a clever snake; I out-slithered you this time. I will not be vile to you, but show you all kinds of pleasure you can never repeat for your fear of not surrendering to the Dark Lord's will."
Bellatrix lay panting, her eyes huge. "Shall we begin with a kiss?" She cackled.