-With a towel hastily wrapped around me, I was shoved into the bedroom. Bellatrix followed me naked as the day she was born, water still dripping down her chest.
"Clear off! Now!" The maids, stood frozen with fear, even as the older witch glared and yelled at them to leave.
I stood by the bed, face red with humiliation, watching her saunter past with no shame whatsoever. My jealousy raged in silence as the maids ogled her body. A young maid didn't bother to hide her lust as she stared at my mistress. I clenched a fist, anger flooding me.
What was I doing?! She was my kidnapper, it was no business of mine if she flaunted her body, so why was I so angry? The maid made eye contact with me and I fixed her with the rage of everything I'd suffered here. I projected it, personified it into this young maid that seemed to grow more anxious by the second.
My wand had been taken months ago, probably locked away somewhere or snapped in half. But my magic flowed strong. A vase flew across the bedroom and careened into the side of the maid's head.
My eyes instantly flew to Bellatrix, who was on my opposite side. The older witch, with staring eyes, acknowledged my accomplishment. Her eyes shined with pride.
A crackling laugh echoed in the room as we stared down at the maid, laying on the floor in a heap. Bellatrix reached out to me, a hand on my chin to pull me close.
"So my little kitty has claws, hm?"
She bared her teeth in a rotten smile, looking me up and down as if seeing me in a new light. I nearly shivered as she leaned close to me, her tongue flicked out like a snake scenting her prey.
"You just became even more precious, my little dove" she looked at me like she would a child who has just said it's first word, or ridden a bicycle for the first time, with such pride and love. The older woman tore her eyes from me and stared down at the filthy maid below us.
"Get out, you filthy little rat-scum. I have some..." her lips ghosted my neck, a little smile on her face as my mouth gasped for air at the pleasure "...unfinished business to attend to"
The maid, with one last fleeting expression of fear, scuttled from the room. Bellatrix wasted no time in turning to me, an expression of unbridled lust in her dark eyes.
"Drop the towel"
I did as she bid, letting the soft white fall from around my body leaving me bare to her eyes. I felt her gaze violating me, fucking me with just her eyes "oh~ that's a good girl, showing me the body that I own"
Her hands ran down me, face planter in my neck kissing and laughing as I held myself close to her. My gasps and moans as she sucked, licked and bit at the curve of my neck delighted her.
"What do you want from me, kitty?" Bellatrix hissed the pet name as her kisses grew in fervour, holding my body close as I grasped onto her curls.
"You- you please mistress!"
She smiled, an insanely lustful thing.
"Oh You're gonna get me, baby. All of me" I gasped, her lips inches from mine. She had slipped her ring finger inside of me, stroking her thumb against my clit "now get on the bed before I take you against that wall"
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The Love of a Thornbush
FanfictionCOMPLETE The Black Sisters are spoiled, pretentious and used to getting what they want. Divided they may be, but blood is blood. Once they want you, you will be theirs. - *STOCKHOLM SYNDROME DARK!BELLATRIX DARK!ANDROMEDA DARK!NARCISSA