#nsfwaspen

The manor in the woods, nestled by the waterfall, it was a home all the children in the village were warned to stay away from, as the occupiants of the home weren't completely gone. The history of the village was complex, gorey and cruel. There were many more areas parents warned their children about, the castle was another. A place parents swore held vampires, a place where maidens never came out from all those years ago. You were all warned of these places, said to be the homes of the Lords that ruled all those years ago. Yet now, they laid abandoned, nothing more than a bad memory.

You knew going over the raggedy bridge was a bad idea, you knew wandering through the cold woods was a bad idea. Yet still you wandered.

The air nipped against your skin, yet in the misty valley, it felt cooling in a way it never felt in the village. It helped to relax the nerves building up within you, you didn't know the dangers you were in for.

Soon, you stumbled onto a large grave, overgrown flowers and grass adding age to it, yet the dolls littering the grave seemed to only add to the creepyness. You didn't give it much thought, continuing to the large door.

"Give up your memories."

What did that mean? Your memories? To who? Quickly, you thought, reaching for the locket gracing your neck. This locket held photos of loved ones, was this the offering demanded? Carefully, you slipped it from your neck, slipping it through slip in the door. You pushed against the door, letting it slowly fall open, you slipped inside and walked through the cave.

This was a bad idea.

At the end of the cave was an elevator, you stepped in, up you went.

Who'd you give your memories to?

The elevator came to a stop, the old coverings pulling away, and you stepped outside, the harsh crash of waterfslls ringing out, an old manor sat. It was long forgotton, slowly falling apart. You knew the stories of the Lord that used to live here, that she caused hallucinations with her flowers, that she had a devilis doll named Angie that often spoke for her. The villagers often said that the Lord still lingered, even in death. Was the Lady of the manor still lingering?

You admired the way the manor looked, from the outside, it seemed that it had been beautiful in it's glory days. But now, it sat crumbling. Carefully, you made your way to the home, you climbed the stairs that squeked as you did so. You glanced around the front, glanced at the waterfall. Your hand rested on the door and pushed it open with a faint creak. The home that was revealed was full of dust, cobwebs and everything was falling apart. Yet it was stuck in time. The sewing supplies were scattered the same as they were all those years ago when the doll maker met her early fate. You stepped in further, glancing around the old home, it would have been beautiful in it's early days. It did make you wonder what these walls held, what memories were made here. Was the doll maker kind? Evil? Was she misunderstood or the monster made out to be? The home looked like a normal, cozy home- just old and abandoned.

Then you spotted it.

The portrait of the doll maker and her beloved doll.

Although damaged with the age of time, the woman was beautiful. Dark eyes that drew you in, sharp brows and soft lips. You didn't want to take your gaze off of those perfectly crafted eyes. The woman was beautiful, and she looked so normal. So young.

There was a hand on your shoulder, a soft breath on the back of your neck. You jumped and twisted to look back behind you, yet there was no there. You took in a deep breath to try and calm your nerves. It was most likely a bug, a breezy and your worry, surely nothing had been there behind you. Your gaze pulled away from the portrait and you continued your journey around the home. You saw tea cups almost always in a pair of two, who else lived here? Did the doll maker really let her doll have a cup of tea? You hummed in amusement at the idea, it was cute to think of that beautiful woman in the painting sitting around the home, musing with her dolls over tea. And yet she was said to be a villian.

You found yourself in a study, stacks of books neatly laying around, a projector, two chairs around a coffee table. A tea cup sat on the desk, and one sat at the coffee table. You mused again over the idea of the doll maker sharing tea with her doll.

stay.

You snapped around as a hand slipped into yours, the words floating around in the deep whisper of a woman.

Please, stay.

Where was that sound coming from?

Don't leave me. Please.

The voice sounded desperate, but you didn't know who it belonged to, and that scared you. What if you weren't alone?

Your fingers trailed along the dusty book spines, and carefully you slipped one from the shelf. Your hand swiped away the dust, revealing the book title, it was a book on plants. Did the doll maker like plants? Was it an interest of hers? You did the same thing for a few more books, most of them were plants, one on psychology and the human mind. You were slowly learning about the doll maker.

You set the books back where they belonged, turning back around to leave the study. Yet sitting on the chair at the desk, sat a figure. She wore black garbs, a veil covering half of her face, blood running down her face. It was the woman from the painting. The doll maker. You stumbled back with a gasp, hitting the bookshelf.

"Please... I don't want to be alone anymore..." The ghostly woman begged out to you.

How the fuck was a dead woman sitting across from you?

"Please.. Stay.." The woman pleaded out, her frame leaning over her desk a bit, eager to get closer to you. As scared as you were, you couldn't help but feel awful for her.

The doll maker stayed silent, and you stayed still, neither knowing what to do. It was her that made the first move, moving out from her chair, and moving towards you in a float. Her eligant frame floating over to you, a cold whispy hand carefully resting against your cheek. "Please... Stay, be my friend..." Softly, you nodded, a part of you was afraid of what she would do if you said no, a part of you felt sorry for her. Relief washed over her features at the nod, and like that, she vanished.

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You lost track of time, how long had you been wandering through the manor now? You flopped onto a couch in one of the doll filled rooms, dust dancing upwards at the sudden contact. You had learned so much about what the doll maker may have been like when she had been alive, the mass amount of dead plants and books on plants made you think she took a liking to plants. The dolls and doll making supplies, the mass amount of books, sewing supplies and a simple piano-looking thing. She seemed like such a simple and normal woman.

You relaxed into the cushion, you just couldn't get that damn woman out of your head! She was so beautiful, and the hands you saw in her portrait seemed so... slender and perfect. This wasn't the time to be feeling this way, and although you were still a bit spooked about meeting a ghost, you just felt confused. Very confused and a little bit horney. Your thighs gently rubbed together, but it only made the sensation worsen. Your mind worried that the ghost might see you, but your mind tried to shake off what you saw as your mind playing tricks. But you saw her, you smelled the flowery scent she had, you felt her. The ghost you saw had to be real.

"fuck.." You mumbled to yourself, you felt so weird feeling this way, what if you weren't alone? A soft hand rested on your knee, a soft breath on your neck.

"Go on," the doll maker whispered, and you turned to look at the voice. The doll makers soft lips turned into a sly smile, her sharp brow made her look so devilish. "Stay with me, please." Her hand gently rubbed up your thigh, her hands felt so amazing on your thigh, where else might they feel good on? "Do you like this, doll?" The doll maker hummed out to you, her deep voice made you feel oddly good.

"Yes," it was true, you loved how her fingers felt dancing along your thigh. "Why are you doing this?" Your confused voice muttered out, you liked whatever was happening, but why?

"It's lonely here... I want you..." The doll maker softly said, a sloppy kiss was planted to your neck. "Please, let me make you feel good... If you stay, you'll feel good," there was a desperation in her voice, and there was a desperation building up inside you. God this was fucked. But the whispy feeling was something you wanted more of.

"Please, touch me! I'll stay," you were desperate, you needed her touch, you craved more. You pushed your hips towards her hands as sloppy kisses were scattered along your skin, a soft hand pushed through your skirt.

"You're mine, doll." Her tone was different now, it was possesive and deep. It made you want more. Her teeth dug into your neck, and you squirmed under the pain. She was marking you. You were now hers. Her fingers dug their way through the thighs you opened further, fingers dancing against your inner thigh. A finger gently danced over your clit, the sensation sending a jolt through you. Her touch was so soft, so whispy, so talented. Gods it felt so good!

"Hmph, more, please!" Her teasing was becoming cruel, her teasing was only drawing you in more. You moved your hips again. Her smirk seemed to widen, her gaze enjoying the sight infront of her. You looked so pretty, so desperate.

A finger gently entered into you, but it wasn't enough, you needed more. "My doll, you're so needy," she teased out to you, slowly adding another. Her fingers hooked as they slowly quickened their pace. The sensation felt so weird, so different from the feeling you felt with your own fingers. You let out a soft moan, your music ringing through the otherwise dead manor. "Good doll, you sound so pretty," she praised out to you, her thumb gently rubbing along your clit. God it felt so good!

The doll maker didn't stop, your pretty sounds filled the manor more. Her fingers brought you to your climax, god it felt so good. "Such a good doll! You did so good for me," the doll maker hummed to you, planting a soft kiss on your sweaty forehead. "You're mine."

You didn't care if you were hers.

You felt so, so good.

Mother Miranda was beloved by the village, but you knew that your devotion towards the goddess was more than anyone else. It was early in the morning- 3 am now. You couldn't sleep, so instead, you slugged to your alter, cross in head you stayed on your knees, whispering your soft prayer. You devoted so much of your life to the goddesses, what was some sleep?

Whispering the soft prayers you had engraved in your mind, you felt safe, secure. You felt watched. Lately, you noticed the feeling of eyes on you when you prayed, perhaps she could hear you after all?

Your knees fell numb, how long where you kneeling for now? "Thank you Mother Miranda, for all that do you, for the light you shine on us all, thank you for your endless love." The words felt calming to say, rustling your heart. It was the sound of heels clicking behind you that snapped you from your prayer, you lived alone. Wide eyed you look to the sound.

"Mother Miranda?" You gasped out at the sight.

There, stood the Goddess you devoted so much of your life to, tall and proud. A golden beak glistened faintly in the poor candle light, she was beautiful. Powerful. How weak and powerless you felt in the presence of the Goddess, it felt strange to see her in person for the first time. Your alter, a soft cloth so carefully crafted by yourself held a small bowl with offerings, a few coins sat beside it, a few flowers across from it and a candle now lit sat in front of a painting of the goddess. A painting that you had admired for so long.

"Stand, my most devoted," her words were a command, yet they were soothing, soft even. A trap? Your mind powered off, and you listened, scrambling to your feet. Her word was your demand.

You wanted to say something, but your mind fell blank, your throat felt dry, and you stood, wide eyed and mouth slightly open, shocked. Had you done something wrong?

“No need to fret, Dove, I’m here to thank you for your devotion. Your prayers haven’t gone unknown, your devotion to me will not go unnoticed. Come closer Dove, no need to fear me.” Her tone was as soft as it was demanding, but why would a goddess like her want to come see a mere human like you? Who were you to question her? So, again, you listened to what she said, stepping closer, not too close, but a reach away. It was the Goddess that moved closer, you could see the peering eyes from behind the golden mask that she wore, you could see the soft marks of age that marked the bits of skin you could see. The Goddess smelled of death, of something cruel, yet there was a tint of a naturey scent, of flowers and sap. Seeing her so close- in person even, took you breath away. 

“Tell me Dove, those dirty thoughts you’ve had, about me or one of the lords- would you like for them to come true? You know, having such sinful thoughts during a prayer isn’t proper.” The softness in Mother Mirandas voice fell, there was something more cruel this time, mocking even. 

You were dumbfounded, the thought of powerplay, of someone so powerful doing such sinful things to you had been a thought that came up a lot. How could you admit to such a thing? What were you supposed to say? ‘Yes Mother Miranda, I’ve imagined you finger fucking me into oblivion, I’ve went to bed and put my hand below the sheets, picturing it was you.’ Yeah, that would go real well. You gulped, tearing your eyes away from her as your cheeks heated up.

The sight of you amused her, the short and faint chuckle that rumbled through her chest was proof of that . “That’s a yes or no question,” her firm words held no amusement that the earlier chuckle had. 

“Yes, Mother Miranda.” Your words were hesitant, you felt embarrassed for what you had admitted, but how could you lie to her? You had devoted your life to her, and if she already knew, admitting wouldn’t change anything.

“Good, then get on your knees.”

This order took you back for a few seconds and you quickly moved to look at her, she stayed silent this time though, her gaze never leaving your. Slowly, you fell to your knees, much like you would when praying to the goddess in front of you.

“That pretty mouth of yours does a lot of praying for me, what else can it do for me?” Mother Miranda hummed, and you hinted at what she meant. You gave her a soft nod, looking up at the woman. Your heart pounded against your chest, how could something like this be real?! She carefully moved, hiking up her robes to her hips.

The goddess was beautiful, legs long and soft, the bits of flesh of her hips you saw flash looked soft and full. “Go on, Dove, dive in, it’s ok.” 

Being granted the permission, you wasted no time, you planted soft kisses along the soft flesh, an act of worshiping the Goddess in front of you. The kisses trailed up to the fabric along the part you desired most, and your hands trailed up, carefully pulling her undergarments down. You glanced up at her, moving in to take a taste. Her sweet nectar hit you, sending you to your own personal heaven. 

Her hand tangled itself into your hair, the cold metal of the sharp golden claws scraped your scalp, but who were you to complain? “Good girl,” she hummed out to you as your mouth carefully led her into her own wash of bliss. Your tongue felt amazing on her, and the years spent alone, her own hand being her main source of pleasure made this even better. Your tongue was eager to please as it gently danced along her clit- her folds, gathering the sweet wetness of the goddess. With each sweep of her clit, she let out the most beautiful song, and as she got closer, her grip on your hair got tighter. Even as sweat held the strands of her blonde hair to her forehead, even with her mouth gaping open, she looked beautiful, she looked divine. It didn’t take long for her to finish, her sweetness melting into you. You helped her to ride her orgasm, soon pulling away from the goddess, your mouth and lips covered in her, your mind foggy from what you had just done.

For a while, the room was silent, her soft pants of trying to catch her breath slowed with each passing moment. She fixed herself up, and you didn’t want her to leave. Not yet. You stayed on your knees.

“Would you like your reward Dove?” The Goddess hummed out, voice softer than earlier. Softly, you nodded, the sudden sense of need hitting you hard. “Stand up.” You did as you were told, standing and getting to your feet, she removed the golden claws from her elegant hands. The realization of what you had done brought a funny feeling, you had just pleased a Goddess. Had just done such unholy things... The feeling of her gently taking your waist snapped you from your thoughts, and your gaze turned back to her.

“I think Alcina would enjoy a pretty thing like you, perhaps if you keep up the devotion and good work, I will keep rewarding you.” Mother Mirandas words rang something in you, and although they seemed selfless, she was in need of the release, in need of this. This wasn’t just for you. Like everything else, this was for Miranda. You nodded at the words regardless. “If you want me to stop, just say so,” again, you nodded, the soft, cold hand of hers trailed along your clothes side, finding its way up along your night dress, and as her cold skin met your, you shivered.

Her fingers danced along your flesh, but you craved for them to reach a certain destination. Still, they teased and danced every where else. "Please! Mother Miranda!" You pleaded out to the Goddess, you gave her so much, you devoted your life to her, all you wanted now in return was to feel bliss.

"You seem so needy, pet," Miranda teased out to you, a smirk gracing her red lips. The lips you found yourself so badly wanting to kiss, but who were you to take more? Her fingers traced along your slit, "so wet? Already?" She mocked to you, finger running up to your clit. A jolt of bliss ran through your veins as her fingers danced along your clit, the look of pleasure plastering your face. Her fingers pulled away and you whined out, the elegant fingers moved to rest on your lips. You opened your mouth for the goddess, sucking on her fingers when she put them in. You tasted yourself on her. "Such a good girl," she hummed.

Her fingers were removed soon enough, and her hand quickly made its way back, two fingers carefully rested against your opening, "please," you begged again, pushing your hips forwards. With that, the long fingers slowly and carefully filled you up. You let out a soft moan, and she let you lean against her for support. God her fingers felt so good inside of you, slowly pumping in and out of you, hooking in the most slendid way. Her thumb gently danced along your clit, bringing out the loviest sounds from you.

"Such a good girl, my most devoted- my dove, I might have further plans with such a beautiful creature like you!" Her praises stirred you more, and in your blissful state, you looked up to her from the shoulder you rested your head on. Even from under her mask, you could see a look of joy on her face.

You craved each harsh pump of her fingers, each soft stroke of your clit, your orgasm was close, oh so close. "Go on my dove, finish for me, be a good girl," she hummed out, and soon enough you tightened around her fingers, fingers gripping onto her robes as you finished. Sweat clung your hair to your forehead, cheeks heated up. She helped you ride it out before slipping her fingers out, and when they touched your lips, you once again took them into your mouth. "You aren't to tell anyone of this," it was a demand, and lazily you nodded.

Bellatrix gently stroked your hair as your head rested on her leg, she was doing some work for the Death Eaters, you never asked about it, never wanted to know. You sat on the floor next to her, just happy to feel her fingers through your hair. You moved to rest your chin on her soft thigh, giving her a pouty face, wanting more attention, her gaze and attention still strictly fixed on the papers infront of her.

Even with the movement of your head, she didn't change her gaze, which only furthered your annoyance with the older woman. How dare she not pay attention to you! You moved a hand on her knee, pushing it to gesture to what you wanted. You wanted her. You wanted her mind to be focused purely on you.

This seemed to work, you saw the little smirk that tugged on her lips, and she opened her legs more for you. "Go on, pet, I'll let you ride my thigh after," she hummed out, and oh did you love the idea of that! Having you ride her thigh while she works wasn't something she often let, so it was one hell of a treat!

With her help, you lifted up her skirt, moving to get inbetween her legs, moving to slip her undergarments down before digging in happily. You planted a few soft kisses on her soft thigh before making your way up, you lapped and licked, feeling her grip your hair tighter. You had to wonder how much she was thinking of you, desiring you.

You glanced up, perhaps you should play with her the way she likes to play with you? Tease her. Tease her till she a mess, you could picture it now, seeing her so needy! You did just that, you pulled away, hearing her soft whine as you kissed her soft thighs. You caught her gaze as she looked down in annoyance, you knew there was a huge chance of a punishment if you did this.

"Beg me, pet," you said slowly, and the words clearly shocked Bella, it was a look you never saw before.

"What?" Bella asked quickly, still clearly shocked by your words.

"You heard me, pet," you teased out, letting the pet name drag out. "If you want me to please you, beg me to do it." You say again, more sternly as you slap her thigh, her cheeks heated up by the words. Now you knew for a fact that you had her full attention.

"Please? Can you please pleasure me?" Bellatrix asked in a whine as she pouted, cheeks still burning up. You knew she wasn't the type to beg, but this was close enough for you. You nodded and kissed her inner thigh softly.

"Good girl," you praise/mock out to her, fingers moving to finger fuck the older witch. She broke eye contact, but your gaze stayed on her. You'd regret this eventually, you knew that for a fact, but for now, that didn't matter. You moved your fingers more, "you know our safe word," you hum out, you knew she wouldn't need it, you weren't rough, but it was still important she remembered. Bella squirmed as your fingers moved more, thumb mercilessly rubbing her clit, but you wanted to hear her. "Go on pet, let me here you." You say sternly as you watch her squirm more, soft moans falling from her lips, fingers tighting on your hair to prove the little amount of control she left.

This continued, her soft moans filling the study, and you switched between using your fingers and mouth, your chin and lips covered in her slick. You praised her, soft 'good pet' and 'good girl' slipping from your lips. Surely enough, you soon brought her close to her release, but pulled away, a smirk on your lips as she looked down to you in annoyance.

"Me first, pet," you say sternly as you get up, seeing the annoyance on her face as you moved to sit on her thigh instead, facing her.

"I'm going to kill that wench," Bellatrix snarled as she pushed past Hermione, who was quick to grab her hand in an attempt to try and stop the witch from whatever foolish action she was going to make next. Both of them knew that whatever Bellatrix was going to do, it wasn't going to end well. It had been Ginny that had spat words of distaste towards the relationship, words that brought Hermione home in a mess of tears that brought Bella to this rage, how dare anyone say such a thing to her. Bellatrix was going to kill that brat!

"Bella... Please," Hermione choked out to her, dark eyes looking to the older witch, pleading her to not make this any worse than it already was. The relationship wasn't exactly something Hermione's friends were happy with, and in all honesty, Hermione didn't care too much about it, she had someone that cared about her. Bellatrix hadn't been getting her to stop seeing them or anything like that, and she understood where they came from with their opinions, but still. It was her life, not theirs.

Bella stopped in her steps by the words, by the grab of her hand, her dark eyes burning with hate, with anger. "You can't do this... I won't let you." The words were stern, almost as if it had been an order, and before she knew it, her back hit the nearest wall. One of the older woman's strong hands pushed her hips into the wall, another moved to rest on the wall next to Hermione's head as Bella's head dipped down to face her.

"I don't need your permission."

The pair locked eye contact for a few moments, a stare down of who was in charge, till Bella's head dipped more, lips crashing against the soft skin of Hermione's neck, earning a faint gasp from her. "You're mine, pet, I won't let someone hurt you like that," Bellatrix mumbled against her skin before diving in again, teeth gently nipping at her skin, marking her.

"She's ~hmph, she's my friend," Hermione hummed out as the other nibbled away at her skin, frowning as she felt lips pulling away, soon coming face to face with the woman. Bella let her lips brush against the younger witches, who felt her heart flutter at the action.

"I won't hurt her, I promise," Bella said softly, dark eyes locking themselves on Hermione's soft lips. "I just want to talk to her is," she added on, "I promise, pet."

Hermione didn't know if she believed the other woman's words, she never just talked, there was always something more to it, but in all honesty, she wasn't going to argue about it, not now. Hermione could feel her heart flutter, and even worse, she could feel the need growing in between her legs. The older witch was the one to finally close the gap between them, lips crashing together. Both women leaned into the other, indulging in the taste of the other. "Let me take care of you, pet," Bella muttered softly, pulling away slightly from her lips, her dark eyes fluttering open as the hand pushing Hermione's hip into the wall tightened.

Hermione understood what she meant by the words, and nodded softly, "I trust you Bella, don't break that trust." The younger woman warned out to her as she felt Bellatrixes fingers fiddling with her skirt, not enough to move it, just enough to gesture to Hermione what she wanted at. The older woman looked down at her, dark eyes filled with an innocence, almost as if her gaze was screaming at her that the trust they had in each other would never be broken. "You may, Bella." Hermione hummed softly, her hands moving to carefully cup the older woman's face, in which she melted into the soft hands before slowly working on bunching up Hermione's skirt, harsh hands running along Hermione's thighs, these hands had killed people, had harmed people, made people beg for mercy, yet with her, they were gentle, filled with love.

Bella's touch was soft, taking in every part of her, her dark gaze still locked on the other as her hands danced along her skin, soon making their way further and further up till her slender fingers tugged at the fabric of her undergarments. "Do you love me, pet?" Bella cooed out to her as her slender fingers moved past the fabric, one finger running along the others slit. Hermione felt the rush of need go through her, Hermione nodded at the words, moving her hips with the slow movements of Bella's fingers, wanting more, needing more.

"Words pet."

The order that fell from Bella's lips made Hermione squirm more, "yes, I love you, Bella," it was a dumb question, of course she loved the other woman, why wouldn't she? The words, as dumb as they seemed, relaxed the still agitated Bella, she was still made at Ginny for doing such a thing to her beloved.

The words were rewarded with a finger slipping into her, hooking as it slowly moved in and out of her, earning a moan of approval from Hermione, who's hands moved from Bellas face, arms wrapping around her neck, fingers tangling themselves in greying hair. "Good pet," Bella praised softly to the other woman, adding another finger as her thumb found the little bundle of nerves. Finger fucking the younger woman, Bellas lips once again found Hermiones neck, eager to mark her once again, teeth gently nipping at skin as the moans of approval blessed Bellas ears. Hermione could feel the bliss building up within her as each thrust of her fingers brought her closer and closer to her undoing. "Go on pet, finish for me," Bella purred out to her once she could tell she was getting close, her talented thumb urging on her orgasm. Hermione tightened her grip on the others hair, hips grinding against the finger as she soon came undone, body tensing as she rode out her orgasm. "Good girl, you always are such a good listener," Bella praised again, pulling away from her neck to plant a kiss on her cheek. She slipped her finger out, and pulled away slightly from the younger woman, bringing her fingers to the younger womans lips, she didn't need to be told what to do, she already knew what was expected of her.

Hermione let the fingers in her mouth, suckling carefully on them, "such a good pet, now I'm going to go talk to your friend- I won't hurt her, you be a good girl while I'm gone." She hummed out to Hermione, who just softly nodded at the words. Bella slipped her fingers out, helping to fix Hermiones skirt for her before pulling away, it was the least she could after all.

You stepped out from the washroom, you both had already talked through all of this, and you were a bit nervous. She had been sneaking around behind her husbands back to be with you, not like they had a good relationship anyways. But it added a bit of nerves for you, if he caught you both, what would end up happening?? You both had already talked through it, about what you liked etc, and you were already very eager to do this. The hardest part of this was that she was married... Of course Bella and her husband weren't really a good or happy couple, and you were sure he wasn't faithful either. It was nerve wracking, but you found it was also thrilling!

You made your way to the room, and saw she was sitting on the bed, the beautiful black dress she had worn to dinner already off and set aside. Deep red undergarments stark against her pale skin, she had a soft smirk on her lips by your look. "Like what you see pet?" She cooed out to you, "come, kneel in front of me."

You weren't going to argue with her, so you made your way over to her, and before you could kneel, she was quick to speak up. "Aren't you going to take off your dress pet?"

Your dress? Right! The dress you had wore to the date, you looked down at the fabric then back up at her, with a soft nod you moved to unzip it. She helped, soft hands soon grazing against your bare skin as you pulled the dress over your head. Strong hands soon moved to grip onto your hips as you tosses the dress aside. "I know we haven't been on many dates yet, we haven't been together long, however, I genuinely like you Y/N." She hummed out to you, her tone was almost hesitant, as if she didn't want to admit her own feelings to you. In reality, she didn't want to admit her feelings to you.

You just smiled at the words, your fingers moving to tangle themselves in black curls. "Is that so? The cruel and cold Bellatrix LeStrange likes me?" You tease out to her, earning a soft chuckle, the sound melting out of her lips, dark and deep. It was nice to be with her, nice to finally feel those strong cold hands against your skin. She tugged you closer to her, soft lips moving to kiss along your hip bone.

"I suppose I do," she said in a mumble, feeling her breath against her skin. Then a kiss. Then a bite. Kiss. Nip. Bite, repeat.

"I like you too," you admitted, humming at the sensation of her lips. "I like your smile, your laugh, I like your humor, your eyes, yo-"

Hands tugged you to the bed, and before you knew it your back hit the bed, she was on top, knees on either side of you, cold hands grabbing onto yours, pinning you to the bed as finger laced together. She moved to your neck, lips moving to kiss at the skin. Kiss. Bite. Kiss. Bite. Lick. Repeat.

The sounds that fell from your lips were unholy. The sounds praising her for her work, making a needful sensation wash over the woman. She wanted you. She needed you. Her fingers digged into your skin as she deepened her work. Your hips shifted, moving to her as you gestured to the need between your legs. She pulled away from your neck, a whine falling from your lips as you missed the sensation. Her lips brushed against your skin, then against your ear, "do you want me?" She asked in a purr.

"Yes," you whined out, wanting her, needing her.

"Good girl," she purred again as she pulled away again, sitting up and soon moving down the bed. Parting your legs, she soon made herself comfortable in-between them. Soft lips kisses at your inner thighs. Kiss. Bite. Repeat. You let out a hum as she slowly moved to slip off your garments. The cold air against your sex, the tickle of her black locks against your thigh, it made you want more. You wanted her.

She moved to sit up, her fingers gently took your chin, soon two fingers rested against her lips. "Suck pet," she said, her tone stern but seductive. And you were more than happy to comply with her orders, you sucked gently on her fingers as she watched, a smirk plastered on her red lips. "Good girl, now tell me, do you want me? Are you ready pet?" she hummed out, enjoying the sight as she slipped the fingers out.

"I do! I want you Bella, I'm ready!"

Bellatrix made herself comfortable on your thigh as her fingers ran along your slit. She could feel how needy you were, "aw, so wet already pet?" She hummed out as a finger ran along your clit, soft circles sending blissful jolts through you.

Her fingers moved, and soon enough, you felt two fingers moving in and out of you, almost painfully slow. A thumb circled your clit, "hmm~ Bella, please!" You begged softly, pushing your hips further into her fingers. "Please..."

"Awe now, how can I say no to you," Bellatrix hummed, amused by your needy pout. Her fingers moved more, moved faster, now she was on a mission, she wanted to please you. Once she got a good and comfortable pace, she began to move her own hips, grinding needily against your thigh.

It was exciting! Here you are with a married woman. A married woman who could easily kill a man without a care. A woman who's husband was just as bad. You arched your back, letting her name fall from your lips in-between moans, grasping the bedding. Her fingers were ruthless, took no mercy, but god were they ever talented!

The grinding of her hips against your thigh and the ruthless pounding of fingers lined up, as she grinded harder, close to her orgasm, her fingers moved harder. You were close, you could feel it. Both of your moans rang through the room, backs arching. You were both so close.

Narcissa was hungry, even though she just got home from a midnight meal, blood still staining her chin and the neckline of her dress too. She didn't always drink from you, just sometimes, "pet," she hummed out softly to you as she made her way behind you, gently pushing away your hair from your neck, hungrily eying it up. You had been sitting, reading while she had been out for a meal. Being with a vampire had meant that you had to make a lot of changes in your life, one of them being that you only really slept during the day, or when she was gone. She moved to leave soft kisses on your neck, taking in your scent.

"Cissa," you hum out, melting into the soft kisses, you felt her nibbling at your neck, not hard enough to draw blood. "I thought you just ate?" You hummed out to her, knowing that these nibbles were filled with hunger.

"Hm yes I did pet, but I just want a small nibble of my favorite human," she hummed out to you, pulling away and moved in front of you, kneeling to rest her chin on your knee. "Please?" She asked, her blue eyes growing soft, red lips moving into a soft pout, you looked down to her, knowing you couldn't say no to such a face!

Narcissas jaw fell as scrambled words fell from her lips, not knowing what to say, she pulled away her fingers, leaving the need growing more in you. Twice you were denied your orgasm, once by Narcissa and now by Lucius, you were furious! You wanted to kill the man! He felt the same anger towards you, that was his wife and here she was, fooling around with you. He glared at you, "honestly Cissa, I'm gone for an hour and you do this?" He said in disgust, and you looked to Narcissa, who was fighting to figure out what to say and do next.

"Well," Narcissa slowly said, gathering herself and holding her head high as she stood up, walking over to her husband with pride. "In the hour you were gone, did you have fun with Severus? I know what you do with him behind my back, we haven't slept together in months, you and him get to have your fun, and I get to have fun with my human." Narcissa said sternly to him, the words causing for Lucius to get flustered now.

"W-no! Of course not!" He was quick to say to her, he honestly never thought she knew, or would even figure it out...

"Oh? Is that so? You've never been a good liar," she snarled to him. "You get to keep seeing your beloved Severus, and I get to keep seeing my human, no one else needs to know about this, and everyone else sees us as a happy couple still." Narcissa sternly said, moving to offer him a hand to shake. You just stayed silent, you wanted to touch yourself and finish, but this was really not the right time, you closed your thighs, eagerly rubbing them together.

The silence stayed strong for a good few minutes before Lucius finally gave in, shaking her hand in agreement. "We tell no one."

The couple soon said their grumpy goodbyes before parting, and Narcissa made her way over to you, a soft smile on her lips. "Awe, you look so needy pet, come, I'll take you to my room, and I promise that you'll finish." She promised you, extending a hand, which you eagerly took, getting up off of the bench. She grabbed the candle and walked you inside, taking you to your room. All the windows in her room were draped with heavy green curtains, she hated coffins, so she made sure that the windows were dealt with. The bed looked comfortable, and you knew it was, it wasn't your first time. She closed the door behind you and lit all the needed candles, and you were quick to drop your coat, your nightdress soon coming off. Your own orgasm could wait for a few more seconds, you made your way to her, catching her in a surprised, but eager, kiss. Her fingers roamed, taking in every part of you, your shoulders, breasts, pulling your waist close.

Eagerly, your fingers moved to get her undressed, which she was more than happy to help with, clothes tossed all around the room as the two of you made your way to the bed, and she gently pushed you to the bed, getting rid of any clothes left. You looked up in admiration, your jaw dropping at the sight, scrambling to make yourself comfortable on the bed.

She crawled onto the bed, getting comfortable in-between your thighs as she dove in eagerly, her tongue lapping at the wetness. Your head rested against the bed as you let out a soft moan, tangling your fingers in her blonde hair. The feeling was beyond words, her tongue was talented that's for sure! You could feel yourself getting closer, FINALLY! There was nothing stopping you from finishing, and soon, you did, finally coming down from your high, cheeks flushed as her tongue made sure to get what it could. You relaxed into the bed, and she sat up, lips and chin covered with you.

"How do you feel pet?" She asked sweetly, gently petting your hair, it must've been nice to finally have your release after that wait!

You hugged yourself as you waited for your lover in your designated meeting place, by the roses in her garden, sitting on the bench as you waited for her. With her being a vampire, she could only see you at night, always sleeping through the day. In all honesty, you were just glad you could be with her... You were in your nightdress still, clearly still ready for bed, it had been far to late at night for you to even worry about changing. Soon, the faint glow of a candle brought away your attention and you stood up quickly, a smile tugging itself onto your lips as you stood up. You quickened your pace to her, and she did the same, you quickly moved into her arms, she gave you a one armed hug, keeping the lit candle at a safe distance. You melted into her flowery scent and cold embrace, nuzzling into her neck. "Oh cissa, I missed you!" You quickly said, pulling away slightly to look at her with admiration, the soft smile glowing faintly in the candle light.

"I missed you too y/n, sit, tell me about your day," Narcissa eagerly said as she gestured to the bench you were sitting on a few seconds ago. You nodded, moving to take a seat, and she took a seat next to you, setting aside the candle. She rested a hand on your knee as you began to tell her about your day. You both loved doing things like this, simply eager to be with each other. You could feel her hand squeeze your knee, the slender fingers digging in.

You knew how talented those fingers, and you stopped talking, giving her a soft smile as you leaned in wanting a kiss, wanting to feel her soft lips against yours. Narcissa knew what you were wanting, and she closed the gap between the two of you. A soft hand rested against your cheek, keeping you close, the hand on your knee tightening. You could taste something metallic on her lips, most likely blood left over, but you didn't pull away. Soon, she pulled away from your lips, lips eagerly sucking and kissing at your neck instead. Soft moans fell from your lips, the need for her growing more with each passing second. "Oh Cissa!" You hummed out and she pulled away, brushing her lips against yours.

"What do you want pet? Go on, tell me what you want," Narcissa cooed out to you, you just pouted at the words, she knew damn well what you wanted, you just had to think about how you were going to phrase your wants. You wanted to feel those elegant fingers inside of you, you wanted to feel that tongue, your cheeks flushed at the very ideas and thoughts. She smirked as she tugged your nightdress to your knee, "darling," she cooed out again, waiting for an answer.

"You, cissa I want you, I want to feel your fingers in me," you whined out to her.

Narcissa gave your lips a quick peck, "you remember the safe word?" She asked softly, she always made sure that you remembered it.

"Berry."

"Good girl," she said praised you softly, her fingers slowly moving into your mouth to wet them, you suckled on them for a few moments before she pulled them back out, slipping her fingers under your nightdress, your legs parted to make room for her hand, and a finger rubbed gently against your clit, the strokes featherly light, to the point where you only wanted more and more from the woman. You let out a whine, moving your hips forward with need, but she only tutted at the actions, "now now, wait my pet." She cooed out to you, taking in the needy look that stained your face.

The garden was rarely the place for sex, but neither of you wanted to make the trip to the room, not yet at least. Her fingers dipped into you carefully as she made herself comfortable next to you, fingers moving at a slowly quickening pace, lips latching onto your neck, kissing and biting at your skin. Needily, you squirmed into her touch, fingers getting into all the right places. She kept going, hooked fingers making soft moans slip from your lips as you rested your head back. You didn't care about getting caught, you didn't care about the marks on your neck she would leave, all you cared about was her. "How do you feel pet?" She softly whispered to you, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck.

"Hmph, good," you softly groaned out as you felt yourself get closer. Narcissa noticed this too, and her fingers slid out of you. Your head snapped up as you gave her a shocked look, how dare she! She knew you were close, and she just smirked at the sight.

"Awe, I'm sorry, were you close?" She teased out to you, you loved that woman with all your heart, but holy shit she could be one hell of a tease at times! You wanted to cry you were so close, "what do you say pet?' She cooed out to you, leaning in to peck your lips a few times. You let out a whine, but that didn't seem to change her mind, she liked doing this sometimes.

"Please Cissa? Pretty, pretty please let me finish?" You were quick to ask, well, more like beg, you were eager for this.

"Come, finish yourself on my thigh, but only when I say you can," she said sweetly, and you weren't about to argue with her words, and you quickly scrambled to get on her thigh, grinding yourself against her as she placed her fingers back in your mouth to taste yourself. You were a moaning mess, your cheeks burning as you grabbed her shoulder, her free hand helping to guide you.