The Love of a Thornbush

Corrupt - Chapter Thirty

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"Mm- Mistress-"

Bellatrix grinned into the kiss. Her tongue ran in its entirety across my lips and into my mouth. Saliva wetted my chin. I couldn't help the heavy breathing, my throat ached for air. Her tongue lengthened itself as much as it could, sliding down my airway and dominating my taste buds.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't pull away. Bellatrix's nails like claws indented my skin, fighting the urge to rip the underwear from my body. The sound of her lips smacking against mine, and the squelching of our saliva made me tingle down below.

My whimpers and gasps only served to make Bellatrix rougher, more adamant. Any hesitation or refusal to comply was quickly punished by a smack on the ass. My mouth opened wider, an unrestricted moan allowed the older woman to force herself into my open cavity. She loved having me like this, open wide and so easy to possess.

"Fuck-"

Bellatrix groaned. She dragged herself off of my lips and bared a breathless, sadistic smile. Her baby was a mess. Covered in bruises and drool, gasping and trying to regain composure.

"You look so slutty, baby" her dark chuckle made me tremble. Her fingers tilted my chin to have me look her in the eyes "but you're my slut, aren't you?"

My lip wobbled. Bellatrix's pitch black eyes shone with malevolent obsession. Her mouth was slightly open, taking in small laboured breaths of air.

"Yes... Mumma. I'm always going to be your good girl, I promise!"

Bellatrix moaned lightly, grabbing my hips and grinding me a little on her naked cunt. The fabric of my underwear was soaked. The woman pulled my face closer, tongue slithering out to lick her lips.

"My good... Perfect little doll. It's so easy to break you, isn't it?" As she forced my hips to grind, our juices collected on the single flimsy barrier between us. Bellatrix let her lips ghost over mine, taking her time to make me whimper and plead for her to fuck me already.

"Mh- open your mouth, princess"

In the instant my mouth opened, her smirking lips pursed. She slowed down the grinding to let her spit dribble little by little into my open, waiting mouth. I moaned at the taste of her saliva trickling over my tongue. Bellatrix couldn't help but giggle.

"Such a good little whore for me, darling-" she smacked my ass, making me jolt forward and bump my cunt on hers. Bellatrix sped up the grinding of my hips, becoming breathless.

"M-Mumma~ please"

"What is it, rabbit?"

I jumped my hips, lifting myself and then bumping back down onto her. Bellatrix moaned.

"I'm a wet, dribbling slut for you, Mumma. Fuck me, Mistress please!"

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Narcissa ran her soft, wet tongue over my folds. Her eyes were gentle and observant, watching me moan and attempt to keep still.

My chest heaved, and sweat swarmed on my skin. Miss Narcissa held my thighs open as she focussed on my clit, her hair was in a loose ponytail. She looked beautiful, even with her lipstick smeared and juices collecting on her cheeks.

"Shh... I know, that's my good girl"

My hands twitched, and ached to grasp onto her hair. Fingers flickered to entangle in loose black curls... Yet they found none. Confusion seeped in, but I was in too much pleasure to care.

"Mm-" my whimpered cry made Narcissa grin, pushing my thighs to press against my stomach. I was fully exposed to her, hot breath fanning on my sensitive parts.

"Does mummy's tongue make you feel good, my angel?" Her voice was quiet, her hands kept my thighs apart as I trembled. Miss Narcissa admired my wetness, and smiled up at me.

She smoothly climbed upwards onto my body, straddling my hips and tilting my head to have me look at her. Her eyes were soft, and loving. I couldn't help but feel bored. Where was the excitement, the thrill? The adrenaline of being chased and destroyed was lacking in her embrace.

Her eyes became desperate upon hearing this thought. Narcissa gripped my face with both hands, nails digging in a little to my skin. She leaned in and let out soft, sultry whispers.

"I wanted to make love to you, my darling-" her fingers embedded in my skin, Narcissa made me wince in the pain "-truly, I did. Perhaps you are too corrupt to be treated gently"

"M-Miss Narcissa-"

"No. Call me... Mummy" her lips kissed at my throat, frantic. Her teeth nipped me repeatedly "I'm your mummy, sweetie. You're my baby and I'll just have to make sure you feel good, won't I?"

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