fic: Red Ice Moon
Author's note: This is a very old HP fic that I don't think I ever got around to posting on LJ. Seeing as I'm currently deleting stuff on sites that I don't frequent anymore, I came across this one and whoaaaa, you know? I was just about to press delete when I thought wait a sec! ;) Written around the time when people were speculating whether Blaise Zabini was a black or white boy. Also, I believe this was written for a dark!HP community that I used to belong to way back in the day. So, yeah, warning: BDSM, Death Eaters, the whole shebang. I do believe this is the most twisted sex I've ever written.
"I do hear you like being watched, though, don't you?"
RED ICE MOON
Her thighs weren't smooth anymore; they were rough, strong, too strong, yet emaciated. And his chest wasn't brilliant black; there, tokens of her appreciation, or perhaps just as marks of her fierce possessiveness, scattered across his abdomen and near his neck, were the scarlet impressions of her nails that marked him as hers. One long, sharp, deep gash, as scarlet and fiery as her hair, ran the entire length of his chest down to his groin where his masochist tendencies were becoming increasingly evident.
But this time, he was taking her.
With a sharp whip of his wand, Blaise conjured blindfolds; one that folded over her eyes, and one to muffle the acid bite of her vehement flood of vulgarities. How he adored covering that icy mouth of hers. Only one person tolerated her strings of profanities, and that wasn't him.
She tried to kick back into his heels.
"Ah, ah, Weasley, don't make me lose my patience. You know I'm not much for foreplay," he drawled, staring out of the thin hole of the small dungeon cell.
the Master used this room for human sacrifices
and smirked at the moon, which was bathed in an eerie red glow, the colour of blood. It evoked memories. Casting red light around itself, the colour of blood, but most of all it reminded him
of the lives he'd taken under this very same moon outside
of the luscious woman on all fours in front of him. Red, icy, and full of biting remarks that he didn't care for. But someone else did, though tonight he'd left her for Blaise to take, and for himself to watch.
"I do hear you like being watched, though, don't you?"
Blaise couldn't ascertain for sure, but Ginny's head might have made a movement and her throat rumbled with a swallowed moan. Blaise's fingers sought out her pulse point and pressed hard there, waiting for the characteristic lull of her head. Bending over her bare body, save for the heavy chain the other had given her upon her entry in the Death Eater circle. It was made of Abraxan hide, with a hoop forged of twisted silver resting limply in the hollow of her neck. Frankly, Blaise didn't see what the other or Ginny saw in the chain, but since she received the gift she seemed to be all the more eager to accompany him whenever she could.
"You like being watched, don't you?"
Ginny whimpered, this time nudging his clothed groin with her bare arse, and struggling with the magical bonds around her wrists, which were anchored to the floor.
"Yes, you're just the little filthy whore, aren't you? Getting into the Death Eater ranks, holding Draco's cock like a prize of some sort. I bet you enjoy the fact that he only takes you now."
Satisfied with her shudder, Blaise rose to his feet and regarded the bare walls with interest as he undid his robes with idle fingers. Studying a specific wall, noting its reflectiveness, he stared straight at it, an imperturbable expression on his face as he removed his regal black robes with a flourish, then settled down to his knees again, coaxing Ginny's arse apart with less than gentle prodding fingers and admiring the intricate path of scars on her back. Some of them resembled words, others bite marks.
His brand. His.
"But he owns you, Weasley. He owns you and your filthy cunt."
With this he ran his thumb down the crack of her arse, over the sensitive skin of her perineum and over the small mound of her clit, watching her shudder deliciously and move back against him.
Bending over, he murmured in her ear, "Every second you crave him doing that to you. You fuck your fingers when he's gone on an assignment. Imagine he's always there to fuck you hard. You're one randy bitch, Ginny."
He entered her roughly, molten skin against skin
She was fused to him
and he felt rather than heard her long, moan of approval.
Blaise looked once more to the reflective wall, concentrating all of his attention on it rather than the squirming and wailing bitch beneath him. Whispering dirty words in her ear, his head raised to face the wall completely, fingernails digging brutally in Ginny's already mutilated skin as she moaned and urged him to ride her hard and fast. Blaise finally moved within her, drawing Ginny's arse in closer to meet his agonisingly slow thrusts.
She whined against her gag, head thrashing violently in an attempt to let him know she wanted more than just a slow fuck.
Ginny was granted her wish when, gaze locked on the mirror-like wall, Blaise suddenly began to ride her as hard and fast as he knew she liked,
Hearsay and rumours, but she knew He had arranged for Blaise to know
driving deep into her hot tight folds, wrenching a consummate cry from her pretty little pink lips.
Blaise's mouth was mere centimetres away from her flaming red hair. He breathed in the scent of sex and sweat and dust and rasped into her once-glorious mane, "You know he's watching, you easy slag, don't you? He wants you hard, and wants your cunt to himself, swallowing him whole. Or maybe it's your mouth he wants to fuck. He's right there, Weasley, look up."
He knows.
Her blindfold and gag were banished.
Ginny shrieked. She saw him then, sitting with a satisfied smile, where the reflective wall had once been, and her reserve crumbled at the mere sight of him watching her come undone.
The gashes on her back screamed with passion, and the moon rained down red and cold and
gooseflesh and anticipation
basking her in its unnatural light as it always did.
He called it her moon.
Blaise retreated. Her lover claimed her. Her bonds vanished. She claimed him long and hard.