The Last Horcrux/Graveyard/Reward Bellatrix
You feel your heart racing in your chest, as well as a throbbing in your pussy and a tingle in your nipples. You are staring at Bellatrix and the look in her eyes tell you she knows exactly what you want, as if you were naked and your very soul were on display.
You reach out your hand to her and she rapidly approaches, taking your hand in hers. You dismiss the other Death Eaters, who take the body of their fallen companion and disapparate in swirls of smoky black quintessence.
You lead Bellatrix by the hand, rapidly finding your way as Emily’s feet and memories know the way. You say nothing, but the shared glances at Bellatrix leave no uncertainty as to what you are going to do to each other when you reach your bedchamber.
You creep into the kitchen, not wanting to wake any of your household servants, but as you enter the hallway, your nanny, Miss Lancel is standing there, a glow globe in her hands.
“Miss Lestrange,” she says, addressing your aunt and surprised to see her in your home at such a late hour of the night, “I did not know you were coming to visit.”
“Yes,” you say, knowing you don’t have to explain yourself to a mere servant, “Aunty Bella will be staying the night. Do not disturb us.”
Miss Lancel nods and the two of you hurry up the stairs. By the time you reach the top you are both giggling with excitement.
You rush into your room, and close the door behind you. All laughter ceases as you look at the woman that you love, but who never knew you loved her, and who loves you but you never loved back. But now you want only one thing. Her.
You embrace her, holding her face in your hands and drawing her into a passionate kiss that she eagerly returns. You kiss had and kiss her, barely believing that this isn’t a dream, or a sordid fantasy that you know is wrong, but it feels so right. You hesitate, and so does she, Ute then you crush your shame and pull her down onto your bed. You free her breast from her dress and hold them, squeezing her pale white nipples as she moans.
“Oh my Lord… oh how I’ve wanted you all these years…”
“Bella… Bella…” is all you can say in response as you kiss and lick and suck her nipples.
You rise up to kiss her again, and look into her eyes. Just for a moment you can see that there is a young girl called Emily reflected in them. But Emily wants Bella too, so there is nothing to hold you back. If Bellatrix had any shame at the thought of making love to her niece, it is dominated by your lust. She lets you do everything you ever wanted to do to her.
“I want you naked Bella,” you says catching your breath for a moment, “now.”
Bella quickly removes her dress, her brassiere and her stockings, her shoes long discarded, but she seems to hesitate for a moment before removing her underwear. She looks as though she is going to say something, but then you remove your silk nightdress in one swift movement and stand naked before her. Your nipples and your clitoris are achingly erect and wet pussy is longing to be touched.
“Oh my beauty,” your aunt says, her eyes enticed by your nubile young body, her mouth opens at the sight of your tiny breasts, “my darling niece is becoming a woman. Oh this will be fun my Lord!” She cries and meets your eyes again as you pounce on her.
You kiss her again, savouring the feeling of her hot naked flesh against yours. Your room is cold, and you pulls the blankets up over you both, before devouring her body. You kiss her mouth, her face, her neck, her breasts. You kiss and lick and suck her nipples, you gently bite them, noticing the tiny little fangs in your mouth as you do. You can’t resist sinking them into the hot wet flesh of her nipple and she gasps in shock and pain and pleasure at the tiny bite. You can’t hold back any longer and your thrust your hand into her knickers, finding that she is clean shaven, and then you are rubbing your hand all over her slick wet pussy, both of you gazing into each others eyes in surprise and awe at just how incredibly good this is for you.
“Naked,” you say, and she quickly slips off her underwear, giving you access to her most special place.
“You are mine Bella. MINE.” You say firmly, pinching her left nipple and sinking two fingers into her vagina.
“Oh yes… yes my love…” she gasps with pleasure and excitement.
“You must give yourself to me,” you whisper, bringing your face close to hers, staring into her eyes and seeing your passion reflected there, “completely.”
“Yes my love, my very soul is yours, you can do anything to me, anything you wish,” she cries.
What do you do?