Chapter 1: Introduction
Bellatrix lounged on the chaise, bored. Malfoy Manor was luxurious, certainly, but there was nothing to do. Her master had gone off on business of his own, leaving her with nothing to do.
She sighed, her eyes wandering over the room. The grand four-poster bed, the heavy drapes, the dark furniture. It was all so... dull. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as an idea came to her.
She waved her wand and said, "Lucius, bring me the prisoner."
There was no need to specify which one. Lucius knew her tastes. A minute or so later, the door creaked open, producing Lucius, dragging the struggling muggleborn. Bellatrix's smile widened. The prisoner was even more beautiful than she remembered, her brown hair a wild mane of curls, her brown eyes bright with defiance.
Without a word, Lucius shoved the prisoner into the room and departed. Bellatrix adopted a welcoming expression. "What's your name, dear," she asked, her voice smooth as velvet.
The prisoner glared at her then said, "Hermione Jean Granger ."
Bellatrix chuckled, "Well, Hermione, you're a long way from home, aren't you?"
Hermione didn't respond, her eyes darting around the room, taking in every detail. Bellatrix watched her, amused. She was like a wild animal, ready to bolt at any moment.
"Relax, Hermione," Bellatrix said, "Believe it or not, I've no desire to harm you."
The muggle glared at her, clearly unconvinced. "Then what do you want?"
Bellatrix rose to her feet and strode over to Hermione,
her heels clicking on the marble floor. She stopped just inches away from the other woman, close enough for Hermione to feel her breath on her face. "I want to play," Bellatrix said, her voice low and sultry.
Hermione's breath hitched, and Bellatrix could see the fear in her eyes, but there was something else too. Curiosity. Intrigue. Bellatrix leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Hermione's ear. "I promise, it'll be fun," she whispered.
Hermione shivered, but she didn't pull away. Bellatrix took that as an invitation. She grabbed Hermione's chin, tilting her head up.
"I'm a bad girl," Bellatrix murmured. "Always have been, always will be. But I won't take you or anyone against their will. So, what do you say? Interested in playing with me, Hermione?" Bellatrix's voice was a low purr, her thumb tracing the curve of Hermione's jaw. Hermione's breath hitched again, her eyes flicking down to Bellatrix's lips. She was hesitating, Bellatrix could tell, but she could also see the desire in her eyes.
"I don't know," she whispered. "I-I've never..."
Bellatrix chuckled. "What? Never been with a woman before?"
Hermione shook her head, breaking Bellatrix's grip on her chin. She cast her eyes to the floor, her cheeks flaming red. "Never been with anyone before," she muttered.
Bellatrix raised an eyebrow. "Really? I thought for sure you and that Weasley brat were an item."
Hermione's eyes flashed. "Ron? Please. I have far too much self-respect for that."
Bellatrix laughed. "I'm liking you more and more by the second, Hermione. Now, answer my question. Do you want to play with me? I promise I won't bite."
Bellatrix lowered her voice to a seductive purr. "Unless you want me to."
Hermione looked up, her eyes meeting Bellatrix's. "I can walk away if I want to," she asked. "Put a stop to what's happening at any time?"
Bellatrix nodded. "Cross my heart and hope to die," she said.
Hermione took a deep breath, clearly thinking hard. Bellatrix smiled as a flicker of warmth started in her core. She'd seduced enough women to know that muggle was close to giving in . She could see it in her eyes, the way she was biting her lip, the way her breath was coming in short gasps. She was nervous, sure, but she was also turned on.
"Alright," Hermione said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll play."
Bellatrix's grin widened. "Excellent," she said, her voice a low growl. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against Hermione's in a feather-light kiss.
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Bellatrix took that as an invitation, deepening the kiss, her tongue exploring Hermione's mouth. Hermione's lips parted, and Bellatrix took advantage, her tongue delving deeper, tasting, teasing. Hermione's hands came up, grasping Bellatrix's shoulders, her fingers digging into the fabric of her dress.
Bellatrix broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. "You're a quick learner," she murmured, her fingers trailing down Hermione's neck, her collarbone, her chest. Hermione's breath hitched as Bellatrix's fingers brushed against her nipples, hardening them through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"Since this is your first time," Bellatrix murmured, "How about I strip first?"
Hermione nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Bellatrix smiled, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her pale, creamy skin. She shrugged out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Hermione's eyes roamed over Bellatrix's body, taking in the curves of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, the sharpness of her hips. Bellatrix unhooked her bra and cast it aside, revealing her full, round breasts.
"Like what you see," she asked.
Hermione nodded, her eyes locked on Bellatrix's
breasts.
Bellatrix chuckled. "Now, shall I drop my panties as well or do you want to show me something of yours first?"
Hermione hesitated for a moment, then began to unbutton her own shirt.
Bellatrix watched, her eyes hungry. "Slowly," she commanded.
Hermione complied, her fingers trembling slightly as she revealed her own creamy skin. She shrugged out of her shirt, letting it fall to the floor.
Bellatrix's eyes flicked to Hermione's chest, her gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts. "Bra," she said, her voice a low growl.
Hermione reached behind her back, unhooking her bra.
She let it fall to the floor, her breasts spilling out, full and round. Bellatrix's eyes darkened, her gaze locked on Hermione's nipples, already hard and begging for attention.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Bellatrix murmured, her voice thick with desire. She stepped closer, her hands reaching out, cupping Hermione's breasts, her thumbs brushing against her nipples. Hermione gasped, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back.
Bellatrix took advantage, her mouth latching onto one of Hermione's nipples, sucking hard. Hermione moaned, her hands gripping Bellatrix's shoulders, her fingers digging into her flesh.
Bellatrix sucked harder, her tongue swirling around Hermione's nipple, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Hermione's breath came in short gasps, her body arching into Bellatrix's touch.
Bellatrix released Hermione's nipple with a pop, her mouth moving to the other one, giving it the same attention. Hermione's hands moved to Bellatrix's hair, her fingers tangling in the dark locks, pulling gently.
"Fuck, you're so responsive," Bellatrix murmured, her mouth moving to Hermione's neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. "Now, how about we get you out of those pants,"
Bellatrix murmured, her hands already moving to the button of Hermione's jeans. Hermione nodded, her breath hitching as Bellatrix popped the button open and began to slide the zipper down. Bellatrix could see the outline of Hermione's panties, a damp spot already visible. She smirked, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Hermione's jeans, pulling them down in one smooth motion.
Hermione stepped out of her pants, standing before Bellatrix in nothing more than a pair of damp panties.
Bellatrix took a moment to appreciate the sight, her eyes roaming over Hermione's body, taking in every curve, every dip, every swell. She could see the desire in Hermione's eyes, the way her chest was heaving, her breath coming in short gasps. She could also see the fear, the uncertainty. But she could work with that.
"Shall I drop mine first," Bellatrix
Bellatrix asked, her voice a low purr. No sooner had Hermione nodded than Bellatrix hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion. She stepped out of them, standing before Hermione completely naked.
Hermione's eyes widened, her gaze locked on Bellatrix's pussy, already glistening with desire. Bellatrix smirked, her fingers trailing down her stomach, her hips, her thighs, until they reached her pussy. She parted her lips, revealing her clit, already hard and throbbing.
"Like what you see," she asked, her voice a low growl.
Hermione nodded, her eyes locked on Bellatrix's pussy. "You-you're so wet," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bellatrix chuckled, her fingers trailing up her thighs, her hips. "Would you like to touch it," she asked, her voice a low purr.
"Feel how wet I am for you?"
Hermione hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet Bellatrix's. Bellatrix could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the fear, but she could also see the desire, the curiosity. She reached out, her hand hovering over Bellatrix's pussy, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Come on, darling," Bellatrix murmured. "Don't be shy. Touch me."
Hermione licked her lips, her eyes locked on Bellatrix's pussy. She leaned forward slightly then jerked back. "No," she said quietly. "I can't. I won't."
Bellatrix's jaw dropped as the muggle snatched up her clothes, hugging them to her chest as she backed towards the door. "This isn't right."
Hermione's voice was barely above a whisper but her expression was determined. Bellatrix scowled but made no move to intervene as Hermione's hand fumbled with the doorknob.
"At least dress yourself before leaving," she said, making no effort to keep the disappointment out of her voice. "No need to catch a cold."
Hermione hesitated then nodded. Bellatrix turned her back, giving Hermione some privacy, wondering what had gone wrong. From the way her nipples had hardened and the way her panties dampened, the muggle's arousal was clear so why the sudden change of heart?
Bellatrix jumped slightly and spun around as she heard Hermione's voice right behind her. "I have to say, I'm a bit disappointed thus far."
Hermione was less than six inches from Bellatrix, stark naked, her clothes in a pile at her feet. Bellatrix's eyes locked on the muggle's pussy, which glistened with desire.
"I thought we were going to play," Hermione said, adopting a mock pouty expression.
Bellatrix swallowed several times as she tried to find her voice. By the time she could speak, she'd figured out the game the muggle was playing. "You were testing me, weren't you," she asked, feeling like an utter moron for not picking up on that instantly. "Making sure I'd let you go if you wanted to stop."
Hermione smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Five points to Slytherin," she said sardonically. "Now, are we going to play or spend all night talking?"
Bellatrix laughed, once more on familiar ground. "Get on the bed," she ordered. "On your back, legs spread, and I'll play with you until you can't take anymore." Bellatrix's voice was a low growl, her eyes locked on Hermione's body. Hermione's breath caught, her cheeks flushing a deep red, but she did as she was told, climbing onto the bed and lying on her back. She spread her legs, her eyes locked on Bellatrix's, her heart pounding in her chest.
Bellatrix climbed onto the bed, her knees straddling Hermione's hips. She leaned forward, her hands gripping Hermione's wrists, pinning them above her head. Hermione's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she felt the weight of Bellatrix's body pressing down on her.
Bellatrix leaned in for a kiss, running her tongue over the muggle's lips. "Relax," she murmured. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing ." Hermione took a deep breath, her body relaxing slightly. Bellatrix smiled, her tongue delving into Hermione's mouth, exploring, tasting. Hermione's tongue met hers, and they danced together, their bodies pressing closer, their breaths coming in short gasps.
Bellatrix broke the kiss, her mouth moving to Hermione's neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Hermione gasped, her head falling back, her hair cascading down the bed. Bellatrix took advantage, her mouth moving down Hermione's chest, her tongue swirling around her nipples, her teeth grazing the hard buds.
Hermione moaned, her body arching into Bellatrix's touch, her fingers gripping Bellatrix's hair, pulling gently. Bellatrix could feel the heat radiating from Hermione's pussy, could smell her arousal, and it made her own pussy throb with need. But first things first.
"Fuck, you taste so good," Bellatrix murmured, her mouth moving down Hermione's stomach, her tongue dipping into her belly button. Hermione's breath hitched, her body tensing as Bellatrix's mouth moved lower, her breath hot on Hermione's pussy.
"Relax, darling," Bellatrix said, her voice a low purr.
"I'm going to make you feel so good." She leaned in, her tongue flicking out, licking Hermione's clit. Hermione gasped, her hips jerking up, her hands fisting Bellatrix's hair. Bellatrix chuckled, her tongue circling Hermione's clit, her fingers trailing down Hermione's thighs, spreading her legs wider.
"Fuck," Hermione moaned, her head thrashing from side to side. "That feels so good." Bellatrix smiled, her tongue delving into Hermione's pussy, her fingers finding Hermione's clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles.
Bellatrix broke contact for an instant, glancing up at Hermione. "I assume you've masturbated before?"
Hermione nodded, her cheeks flaming red. Bellatrix laughed. "No shame in that darling. But feel free to give me pointers on what you like and what you don't." Bellatrix's voice was a low purr, her eyes locked on Hermione's face, watching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. Hermione took a deep breath, her eyes flicking down to Bellatrix's mouth, her tongue still working Hermione's clit, her fingers still rubbing her pussy lips.
"Yeah, I've... I've done it before," Hermione admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Bellatrix smiled, her tongue flicking out, licking Hermione's clit again. Hermione gasped, her hips jerking up, her hands gripping Bellatrix's hair tighter.
"Good," Bellatrix murmured, her voice muffled against Hermione's pussy.
"Now, tell me what you like. Do you like it when I suck your clit? Or do you prefer when I fuck you with my fingers?" Bellatrix's voice was a low purr, her eyes locked on Hermione's face, watching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation.
Hermione's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as Bellatrix's tongue flicked out, licking her clit again. "Both," she gasped, her hips jerking up. "Both feel fantastic. But your tongue ... it's incredible," Hermione panted, her hips bucking against Bellatrix's mouth. Bellatrix hummed in response, her tongue flicking faster, her fingers sliding into Hermione's wet pussy, curling upwards to hit that spot that made Hermione see stars.
"Fuck, yes," Hermione moaned, her hands fisting Bellatrix's hair, pulling her closer. Bellatrix chuckled, her fingers moving faster, her tongue swirling around Hermione's clit. Hermione's body was writhing beneath her, her breath coming in short gasps, her moans filling the room.
Bellatrix could feel the tension building in Hermione's body, could feel her pussy clenching around her fingers, her clit throbbing against her tongue. She knew Hermione was close, could feel it in her body, in her breath, in her moans.
"Fuck, Bellatrix," Hermione gasped, her hips bucking against Bellatrix's mouth. "I'm so close. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum so hard."
Bellatrix hummed in response, her fingers moving faster, her tongue swirling around Hermione's clit.
Hermione's body was writhing beneath her, her breath coming in short gasps, her moans filling the room. Bellatrix could feel the tension building in Hermione's body, could feel her pussy clenching around her fingers, her clit throbbing against her tongue.
She maintained her pace, knowing from personal experience that a change in rhythm could ruin everything . Hermione's moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips bucking against Bellatrix's mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Hermione chanted, her body tensing, her fingers gripping Bellatrix's hair so tightly it hurt. But Bellatrix didn't mind. She loved the pain, loved knowing she was bringing Hermione so much pleasure.
"Cum for me, Hermione," Bellatrix growled against Hermione's pussy, her fingers curling upwards, rubbing that spot that made Hermione see stars. "Cum all over my face."
Hermione's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around Bellatrix's fingers, her clit pulsing against her tongue. She screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the bedroom as a tideway of liquid pleasure burst from her depths, rocketing into Bellatrix's eager mouth . Bellatrix drank it down, her tongue lapping at Hermione's pussy, her fingers still buried deep inside her.
"Fuck, yes," Bellatrix growled, her voice muffled against Hermione's pussy. "Cum all over me, you filthy little witch." Hermione's body continued to convulse, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm, leaving her breathless and shaking.
Bellatrix slowly withdrew her fingers, licking them clean as she watched Hermione's chest heave with each ragged breath. "You taste fucking incredible," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Hermione's mouth opened and closed slackly, her capacity for speech seemingly have temporarily abandoned her. Bellatrix laughed and flopped down on the bed next to her, the sudden movement causing her breasts to bounce madly.
Thirty seconds passed, a minute, before Hermione found her voice. "Fuck," she panted. "That was...fuck."
Bellatrix laughed. "Glad you enjoyed it, darling."
Hermione stared at her, a flush creeping over her cheeks as she took in the liquid that coated Bellatrix's face, neck, and chest.
"Shit," she muttered. "I forgot to mention I'm a squirter.
I'm sorry," Hermione said, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked away, her cheeks flaming red with embarrassment.
Bellatrix chuckled, her fingers trailing up Hermione's thigh, her eyes locked on Hermione's face. "Don't be sorry, darling. I love it when a woman cums all over me. It's fucking hot."
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. "You do?"
Bellatrix nodded, her fingers trailing up Hermione's stomach, her breasts. "I fucking love it. Now, do you want to bow out? Or shall we keep going?" Bellatrix asked, her voice a low purr. Hermione hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking down to Bellatrix's body, lingering on her breasts and between her legs. The fear was still there but it had been almost completely replaced by desire.
"I want to keep going," Hermione said quietly. She took a deep breath as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I want to return the favor."
Bellatrix beamed. "I was hoping you'd say that. And just so you're forewarned, I also have a tendency to squirt when I cum," Bellatrix said, her voice a low growl. Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't seem put off. In fact, she looked intrigued.
"Is that so?" Hermione asked, her voice a low purr. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"
Bellatrix smirked, her fingers trailing down Hermione's body, her eyes locked on Hermione's face. "I think we will," she said.
Hermione rolled on top of Bellatrix, her mouth seeking out Bellatrix's in a fierce, passionate kiss. Their tongues clashed and danced, their teeth nipped and bit. Hermione's hands roamed over Bellatrix's body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, trailing down her stomach, her thighs.
Bellatrix moaned into Hermione's mouth, her hands gripping Hermione's hips, pulling her closer. She could feel Hermione's pussy, already wet and ready, rubbing against her own. She could feel the heat radiating from Hermione's body, could smell her arousal, and it made her own pussy throb with need.
Hermione broke the kiss, her mouth moving down Bellatrix's neck, her chest, her stomach. She hovered over her belly for a moment, the now familiar expression of uncertainty returning to her face.
"I've never done this before," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bellatrix smiled, her fingers trailing up Hermione's thighs, her eyes locked on Hermione's face. "I know, darling," she said, her voice a low purr. "It's all right. I'll guide you every step of the way. Start by kissing my pussy lips," Bellatrix instructed, her voice low and sultry. Hermione nodded, her breath hitching as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick Bellatrix's pussy lips. Bellatrix moaned, her hips jerking up, her fingers gripping Hermione's hair.
"Fuck, yes," she growled. "Just like that." Hermione's tongue delved deeper, parting Bellatrix's pussy lips, exploring her wet heat. Bellatrix could feel Hermione's tongue swirling around her clit, her fingers spreading her pussy lips wider, giving her more access.
She moaned, her hips bucking against Hermione's face, her fingers gripping Hermione's hair tighter. Hermione's tongue flicked faster, her fingers sliding into Bellatrix's wet pussy, curling upwards to hit that spot that made Bellatrix see stars. "That's it, darling. Just like that." Hermione's tongue flicked faster, her fingers moving faster, her mouth sucking on Bellatrix's clit.
Bellatrix could feel the tension building in her body, could feel her pussy clenching around Hermione's fingers, her clit throbbing against her tongue.