Fic - "My Lady Lestrange" (Bellatrix Lestrange/Barty Crouch Jr., R)
Title: My Lady Lestrange
Author: thaneofcawdor
Pairing: Bellatrix Lestrange/Barty Crouch Jr.
Rating: R
Word Count: 663
Warnings: Oral sex.
Summary: Barty makes an offering at the feet of the Lady Lestrange.
A/N: Short and sweet, inspired by the descriptions of "my Lady Dedlock" from Dickens's Bleak House. Barty is very much Tennant!Barty, wearing his trial outfit, because it's the stuff of dreams.
“If you wish to fuck others, you shall never have me again.”
Her voice hung in the air, her edict iron-clad with cool ferocity. She was reclining in a chair by the fire, looking down into the flames, simmering with displeasure.
The tall, jagged figure leaning against the farthest wall of the parlour stayed in shadow as he spoke. “My lady Lestrange...”
Respectful hesitance became him well. She smirked, waited.
“My lady - might I make my offering to you?”
“Offering?” She turned her head slowly, deliberately, to look upon him. “Can it be you have decided where your loyalties lie?”
“Yes, my lady,” came the purring reply. “They are with you.”
She laid her cheek against the cool satin padding of her throne. “And where does one make such an offering?” she purred.
Barty prowled out of the shadows, angular, smirking, eyes locked with hers. “Why, at the feet of the lady I worship,” he murmured. He gracefully dropped onto his hands and knees, crawled to her, and still he smirked at her as though nothing could please him more. When he was knelt directly before her, he flicked his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. Bellatrix closed her eyes as he took hold of her bare thighs with his cold white hands, parted them, lifted them high before laying each of them over the arms of the chairs.
Bellatrix smiled beatifically as she felt his lustful gaze on her hot, glistening cunt. She shifted impatiently as long fingers parted her swollen lips; then came damp breath on her tender skin, a rigid tongue teasing her entrance, before a warm mouth closed in and hungrily kissed her sex.
“You will not stray from me,” she whispered.
Barty begin to lick at her wet, tense flesh, raising his gaze to her face. She opened her eyes and stared down at him. “You will always come to my side when I demand you,” she intoned. “You will lay yourself at my feet without being told. You will offer yourself to me and you will always, always be hard for me, what will you be?”
“Hard for you,” he hissed against her, his lips sliding in her juices, his nose filled with the thick, strong scent of her. He pressed the tip of his forefinger against her and felt her muscles sucking at it, pulling him into her.
“You will be ready for me.”
“I will be ready for you...”
She uttered a soft, profane curse as he penetrated her. “You will worship me - you will not lay eyes upon another - you will kill those you have touched -”
“What?” Barty stopped momentarily.
Bellatrix’s eyes grew mad and wide as she thrust her hips up violently. “You will KILL -”
“- those I have touched,” he finished for her, pushing another finger inside.
“You will bear your scars from me -” she breathed, feeling the large fingers stroke at her core. “You will show them off as blessings and gifts.”
“You are my angel,” he whispered, both their brows, and his single-minded fingers, glistening in the firelight.
“You will love me - you will belong to me -”
She began to pant.
He watched her with unswerving eyes as his fingers, plunging back and forth inside her, started to draw the mounting orgasm out of her tightened walls.
“You will be mine - you’re mine, you’re mine!” cried the pleasured woman, twisting, writhing.
“Oh, my lady Lestrange,” breathed the Death Eater between her legs, firmly, quickly massaging her tight, burning cunt. She hit orgasm and surged upwards; he grasped her hip and held her fast as her voice rose to a shriek.
“YOU BELONG TO ME!” she cried, scoring the wood with her nails, and then she laughed, cunt spasming hard, and he laughed, fingers tightly pressed up against her rough front wall, and their delighted cries flowed into the musky air of the room and further, causing the Death Eaters listening outside to smile vindictively.
Author: thaneofcawdor
Pairing: Bellatrix Lestrange/Barty Crouch Jr.
Rating: R
Word Count: 663
Warnings: Oral sex.
Summary: Barty makes an offering at the feet of the Lady Lestrange.
A/N: Short and sweet, inspired by the descriptions of "my Lady Dedlock" from Dickens's Bleak House. Barty is very much Tennant!Barty, wearing his trial outfit, because it's the stuff of dreams.
“If you wish to fuck others, you shall never have me again.”
Her voice hung in the air, her edict iron-clad with cool ferocity. She was reclining in a chair by the fire, looking down into the flames, simmering with displeasure.
The tall, jagged figure leaning against the farthest wall of the parlour stayed in shadow as he spoke. “My lady Lestrange...”
Respectful hesitance became him well. She smirked, waited.
“My lady - might I make my offering to you?”
“Offering?” She turned her head slowly, deliberately, to look upon him. “Can it be you have decided where your loyalties lie?”
“Yes, my lady,” came the purring reply. “They are with you.”
She laid her cheek against the cool satin padding of her throne. “And where does one make such an offering?” she purred.
Barty prowled out of the shadows, angular, smirking, eyes locked with hers. “Why, at the feet of the lady I worship,” he murmured. He gracefully dropped onto his hands and knees, crawled to her, and still he smirked at her as though nothing could please him more. When he was knelt directly before her, he flicked his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. Bellatrix closed her eyes as he took hold of her bare thighs with his cold white hands, parted them, lifted them high before laying each of them over the arms of the chairs.
Bellatrix smiled beatifically as she felt his lustful gaze on her hot, glistening cunt. She shifted impatiently as long fingers parted her swollen lips; then came damp breath on her tender skin, a rigid tongue teasing her entrance, before a warm mouth closed in and hungrily kissed her sex.
“You will not stray from me,” she whispered.
Barty begin to lick at her wet, tense flesh, raising his gaze to her face. She opened her eyes and stared down at him. “You will always come to my side when I demand you,” she intoned. “You will lay yourself at my feet without being told. You will offer yourself to me and you will always, always be hard for me, what will you be?”
“Hard for you,” he hissed against her, his lips sliding in her juices, his nose filled with the thick, strong scent of her. He pressed the tip of his forefinger against her and felt her muscles sucking at it, pulling him into her.
“You will be ready for me.”
“I will be ready for you...”
She uttered a soft, profane curse as he penetrated her. “You will worship me - you will not lay eyes upon another - you will kill those you have touched -”
“What?” Barty stopped momentarily.
Bellatrix’s eyes grew mad and wide as she thrust her hips up violently. “You will KILL -”
“- those I have touched,” he finished for her, pushing another finger inside.
“You will bear your scars from me -” she breathed, feeling the large fingers stroke at her core. “You will show them off as blessings and gifts.”
“You are my angel,” he whispered, both their brows, and his single-minded fingers, glistening in the firelight.
“You will love me - you will belong to me -”
She began to pant.
He watched her with unswerving eyes as his fingers, plunging back and forth inside her, started to draw the mounting orgasm out of her tightened walls.
“You will be mine - you’re mine, you’re mine!” cried the pleasured woman, twisting, writhing.
“Oh, my lady Lestrange,” breathed the Death Eater between her legs, firmly, quickly massaging her tight, burning cunt. She hit orgasm and surged upwards; he grasped her hip and held her fast as her voice rose to a shriek.
“YOU BELONG TO ME!” she cried, scoring the wood with her nails, and then she laughed, cunt spasming hard, and he laughed, fingers tightly pressed up against her rough front wall, and their delighted cries flowed into the musky air of the room and further, causing the Death Eaters listening outside to smile vindictively.