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Bonds Forged in Darkness

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Bellatrix.

She watched hungrily as the girl writhed and screamed out her pleasure on her bed, her hands clawing at the bedding while her limbs strained against the fabric of her form fitting dress. Her eyes were closed but tears ran down her cheeks and while she had obviously tried to fight it at first, by now her expression was utterly lost in ecstasy. The sight was beautiful, and Bellatrix had to fight the instinct to move closer. Her Mudblood’s screeching screams were every bit as delicious as they had been the last time the girl had been beneath her, and she gave an involuntary shudder as dark pleasure echoed through her veins at the sound.

She was brought out of her thoughts when her sister sniped, “Was that really necessary?” from her location by the door. She spun and flashed her a maniacal grin, “Oh, Cissa, I didn’t do a damned thing.” She knew her expression was smug, and she took great pleasure in the look of shock on her sister’s face.

“Are you trying to tell me that display was all from the Binding?”, she sounded almost worried which only made Bellatrix’s smirk broaden. By now her Mudblood had fallen silent, worn out and passed out from the potency of the magic.

Bellatrix gestured to the now passed out form, “Do you see how sensitive she is, sister? She is already attuned to my magic and has immersed herself so deeply in the Dark Arts, she will never escape it.” She paused, then added more softly, “Not that she will ever want to again.”

The room was silent for several minutes while Bellatrix watched the by now peacefully sleeping girl, until she felt Narcissa’s hand on her shoulder. “You intend to seduce her?”, came the soft whisper, but she knew it wasn’t a real question, merely a confirmation of what they both knew would unfold. Then her sister tensed, “Rodolphus will not allow-”, which only made Bellatrix laugh out loud, much to her sister’s obvious confusion and shock.

“He will do nothing!”, Bellatrix cackled, “He is dead! I am free, and a Black once more. With Sirius dead, I am the rightful heir and I will bring our House back from the brink of destruction.” She ignored the pang in her heart when Narcissa took an involuntary step back, but was relieved there was no fear in her sister’s eyes, even as she asked softly, “And the girl? If that was her reaction to the Binding, you have to realize she will be lost in a haze of pleasure, possibly for months”.

Bellatrix smirked darkly, “Oh, I am counting on it Cissa. By then I will have her tied to me so tightly she will barely know where I end and she begins.”

Narcissa was staring at her now, her expression cold, but she thought her sister might be worried. The blonde hesitated before daring to add, “She is a mudblood”. As though Bellatrix had forgotten! She bared her teeth and enjoyed her sister’s near-flinch when she replied, “I will tie her to the Black bloodline.”

Her sister opened her mouth to object, but her dark look gave her pause. “Our Lord will understand.” Her next words were almost reverent, “There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. I will make of her my magnum opus, my masterpiece.”

With a last lingering glance at the sleeping girl, Bellatrix Black stalked out of the room, leaving her pensive sister behind. There was much to do before the girl woke up.

 

Hermione.

She woke up to a feeling of bliss. She was lying with her head on something soft, a hand idly running through her hair and scratching her scalp in a way that made her want to purr. She could still feel Bellatrix’ magic inside her, it seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat, every beat of her heart bringing another wave surging from the collar around her neck, a dark tingling that hit her core just right. Again, and again, and again, until her whole body tingled and she was ready to explode. She bit her lip and held her breath, waiting for the next wave, and the next, for the first time allowing herself to just feel.

She had been aware of the seductive properties of the Dart Arts from the very beginning. Being Hermione Granger she had carefully read up on and considered every angle before she decided that the only way to succeed was to beat their enemies at their own game. Dark Witches and Wizards were banned and feared so because they were thought to not be fully in control of their powers, the seductive whispers and pleasure of the Arts guiding their hands and forcing them ever further into the darkness until they were consumed.

Her first forays into the Dark Arts had almost convinced her the Ministry was wrong, that they had banned knowledge out of sheer bigotry and she had quickly grown more confident. She had practiced blood boiling hexes and even the unforgivables on practice dummies with no ‘dark desires’ to speak of. Then she had made the mistake of capturing a rat in Grimmauld Place and actually use the Dart Arts the way they were meant to be used. She had set up a blood sacrifice ritual she had found in an old Black grimoire and the moment her knife had taken the rat’s life and she had finished whispering the spell, she had almost screamed as pleasure ran through her. It had been a filthy, oily kind of pleasure at first, slick enough to make her shudder yet just addictive enough to make her not want to stop. Since that day, every time she had touched the Dark Arts, it became just a little harder to push out of her mind and focus on the task at hand.

Even so, she had never really had trouble ignoring the feeling, it had been more of an annoyance, a bothersome side effect to casting powerful magic. Not until that fateful day when Bellatrix Lestrange had tied her to the floor and soaked her in Dark Magic, the aura when she had straddled her and they were face to face so intense she had almost come from that alone. But she had resisted, had fought it even when the residue from the cruciatus had left her weak and wanting to beg for more.

And now she was wearing a collar that made her worst nightmares and wettest dreams (often they were one and the same) seem tame by comparison. She moaned, the pleasure was hitting every nerve in her body and she was more aroused than she had ever been in her life. She rubbed her legs together and was sure her underwear was soaked through and yet the release she was waiting for just wouldn’t come.

She reached a hand down to finish the job herself until she ran into smooth fabric. Right, still wearing the damned dress. She started pulling the dress up to her waist, was just about to finally touch herself and bring relief, when someone caught her wrist. Right. I’m not alone. She realized she had been too far gone in her own mind to remember to open her eyes, but when she finally did and looked up, she strangely felt no surprise when her own manic gaze met the dark gaze of Bellatrix Lestrange. Her head was in Bellatrix’ lap, it was her hand stroking her hair. She stayed still, her soft panting the only sound in the room as she waited to see what the dark witch would do.

The grip on her wrist was rough, holding her arm at an awkward angle. But it somehow only fed the dark arousal pulsing through her body, it seemed to almost echo from collar to wrist, and it made her want to scream. But something told her to hold still, so she did.

“Come here, pet,” the dark witch said, a hand gripping under her arm and pulling her up and into Bellatrix’ lap. She offered no resistance, instead leaning her head against the dark witch’s shoulder, their closeness doing nothing to abate the maddening arousal making her head spin and she was embarrassed to feel new tears well in her eyes. She whimpered, “Please”, not sure what she was asking for but hoping Bellatrix did.

Bellatrix was making soft shushing sounds, then the grip on her wrist disappeared and a moment later her underwear was pulled aside and she felt two fingers push into her roughly. She moaned, her hand gripping onto Bellatrix’ dress roughly, clinging to her as she saw stars flash before her eyes. A distant part of her mind realized this pleasure was different to what she felt from the collar, but then Bellatrix was fucking her, two fingers pumping into her and her palm hitting her clit just so, and all she could do was moan ‘Yes, more, please!’, she was out of her mind with pleasure. She distantly felt Bellatrix kiss and lick her clavicle, but then Bellatrix fucking bit her, and the pain made the dark pleasure that had been building up since she woke explode.

She screamed as the most intense orgasm of her life surged through her. She leaned her head back on Bellatrix’ shoulder and closed her eyes and shook, her scream turning to whimpers. It didn’t last long but it left her feeling completely wrung out, her limbs felt like lead, but her head was surprisingly clear, like the lull after a storm. She could still feel the pulsing pleasure from her collar, and shuddered, but it felt less all-consuming now.

When she felt fingers at her lips and tasted herself, she blinked her eyes open in confusion and found Bellatrix so close, staring at her with dark possessive hunger. Without giving it a single thought she opened her mouth and sucked Bellatrix’ fingers between her lips, watching Bellatrix’s eyes darken further. Her taste was slightly sour, but not unpleasant, and all she could think about was Bellatrix watching her and - fuck that was hot.

Then Bellatrix pulled her fingers out of her mouth with a soft ‘pop’, and she felt red-hot shame run through her. Had she really just lost her virginity to Bellatrix Lestrange in some lust induced haze, what the hell was wrong with her? She tried to jerk away, but she was still too weak and Bellatrix caught her with a soft, “I’ve got you, Pet.” So instead she buried her face in the dark witch’s shoulder and started crying. She could feel Bellatrix tug down her dress and make her decent, but the thought only made her cry harder.

She felt Bellatrix run a hand soothingly through her hair as she sobbed. She tried to focus on nothing, but that ever-present pulse of pleasure soon had her lost in a haze again and her sobs stopped. She felt a light tugging on her hair and moved her head back, blinking at the visage of Bellatrix watching her carefully. “Are you lucid yet, Pet?”, she was asked and she actually paused to consider, before managing a soft “Yes.. I think so?”.

“We need to go over ground rules. You may address me as either Bellatrix, or Mistress. Understand?”, the dark witch’s stare was so intense she shuddered and nodded. When the woman just stared at her, she worked her sore throat to swallow and reply, “I- yes, mistress”. She felt incredibly raw and vulnerable, she was relieved when Bellatrix just smiled at her but felt strange at the almost proud glint in her eyes.

“Very good. As my property, you are an extension of my will.. that means you will be with me always, you will remain a few steps behind me to my left and follow my lead. If I kneel, you kneel. If you open your mouth it had better be important, with me so far Pet?”

Hermione could only nod numbly. That didn’t sound so bad, she could do that. “Yes”, she whispered.

Then Bellatrix’ smile turned almost feral, “You can think of it as a Dark Arts apprenticeship, and Pet, you are learning from the best.” At this the dark witch raised her hand and caressed her cheek with the backs of her fingers. She felt the darkly pleasurable tingling that now seemed to permanently reside in her body jump at the touch, and she was barely able to stifle a wanton moan. The dark witch reeled her in, “You will obey me, in return I will teach you everything I know.”

She could feel the longing in her bones, she wanted to learn, she wanted Bellatrix. Fuck, I am so bloody screwed.