Tormented.
Posting for fic masterlist purposes, because I haven't posted this fic in my journal & obviously need to if I want it on the masterlist. I did this so long ago for a competition at sorting__hat.
Drabble title: Tormented
Characters: Bellatrix & Rodolphus.
Competition: sorting__hat's Death Eater Drabble.
Place: First.
Word count: 250.
Warnings: Sexual in nature.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own J.K. Rowling's characters. God help you if I ever do.
She folds her fingers around the edges of her black cloak- and with one defined move let it slither down her back, where it spills onto the floor, beaded with sweat from her rounds around the great lawn on her broom. He stands silently at the doorway, shuddering in lusty torment at the thought of doing what most husbands would take for granted… she crosses her legs and leans back onto the black bed. With a slight smile, he knows that she is ready.
She hisses, the serpent-like features of her persona become all too clear when she is angry. He knows that his deliberate hesitation makes his depraved wife angry. He drives an open palm through her black hair and pulls it with all his might- this would make her happy. And, just like a chimera, she transforms into her ecstatic self with no sign of ever having crossed from one to the other. She heaves with pain, and a smirk is playing around her face…
“It has been too long, my dear Rodolphus.” She reaches out to his face, caressing his brow and then cutting deep into cheek with her cat-like claw. It is now time for Rodolphus to hiss.
“Bella…” he cries, “Bella…” her name is all he has left in the life that had created itself around them. She releases her hand and brings her poisonous lips closer and closer to her husbands.
They both fall apart; she runs from the room and disapparates. The Mark burns. He is calling.
Rodolphus holds his head in his hands momentarily before following. Knowing he would always be her second.
Drabble title: Tormented
Characters: Bellatrix & Rodolphus.
Competition: sorting__hat's Death Eater Drabble.
Place: First.
Word count: 250.
Warnings: Sexual in nature.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own J.K. Rowling's characters. God help you if I ever do.
She folds her fingers around the edges of her black cloak- and with one defined move let it slither down her back, where it spills onto the floor, beaded with sweat from her rounds around the great lawn on her broom. He stands silently at the doorway, shuddering in lusty torment at the thought of doing what most husbands would take for granted… she crosses her legs and leans back onto the black bed. With a slight smile, he knows that she is ready.
She hisses, the serpent-like features of her persona become all too clear when she is angry. He knows that his deliberate hesitation makes his depraved wife angry. He drives an open palm through her black hair and pulls it with all his might- this would make her happy. And, just like a chimera, she transforms into her ecstatic self with no sign of ever having crossed from one to the other. She heaves with pain, and a smirk is playing around her face…
“It has been too long, my dear Rodolphus.” She reaches out to his face, caressing his brow and then cutting deep into cheek with her cat-like claw. It is now time for Rodolphus to hiss.
“Bella…” he cries, “Bella…” her name is all he has left in the life that had created itself around them. She releases her hand and brings her poisonous lips closer and closer to her husbands.
They both fall apart; she runs from the room and disapparates. The Mark burns. He is calling.
Rodolphus holds his head in his hands momentarily before following. Knowing he would always be her second.