The Last Horcrux/Graveyard/kiss Bellatrix
Looking down at your aunty Bella, you can sense the devotion in her eyes. She has always loved you but you felt little desire for her in your previous body. In this body however…
You place your hands on her shoulders and gently stroke them. Kneeling as she is, she is looking up to you slightly in your girl body.
“My dear Bellatrix,” you say, stroking her hair, before caressing her cheeks, “I have missed you so very much.”
Without another word, you pull her toward you and kiss her passionately. She seems surprised for a moment but then rapidly returns your passion, kissing you with an intensity you have never experienced before. You reach your left hand down into the bodice of her dress and grasp her left breast, playing with her nipple. This surprises her even more, and she briefly pulls away from your kiss to speak.
“Oh my Lord!” She gleams, with surprise, glee but also some embarrassment.
You pull her close again, but this time whisper in her ear.
“Get me a male body Bellatrix,” you purr to her, “A healthy male wizard body, and I will reward you on oh so special ways.”
As you whisper to her you gently pinch her nipple to match the rhythm of oh so special ways. Bellatrix gasps and whimpers slightly at your touch.
“Oh my Lord I love you,” she mewls, “now… please… reward me now… it’s been so long! I don’t mind that you’re not in a male body… I…”
You remove your left hand from her breast and wag your finger in front of her face as if scalding a greedy child.
“No Bellatrix,” you gently scold her, “I want a male body first, an adult male wizard, and then you can have your reward. Not until then.”
Bellatrix’ disappointment is palpable, but she accept your demands, and slowly regains her feet. You tell yourself that it was all a ruse, a means to manipulate Bellatrix to obtain a male body for you, a way to motivate her, that is all. At the same time though, you feel how erect your nipples are against the soft silk of your nightie, you feel a tingle in your clitoris and a wetness between your legs.
“How else may we serve you Lord?” Asks one of the Death Eaters.
What do you do next?