Bellamort sequel chapter 25Chapter 25
Shafts of cold, grey afternoon sunlight streamed weakly though the large window to the right of Bellatrix and the Dark Lord's bed. The blizzard that had been howling through the outside world had suddenly faded into a steady, thick snowfall. The bare trees in the woods beyond Malfoy Manor drooped with the weight of the white snow on their thin branches. There was not an inch of land outside that was not covered with dense, icy snow. The fierce blizzard had battered the land into a frozen wintry world, and the sky above was a dark, smoky grey, letting the world know that the blizzard had only ceased for a moment before it would begin to thunder across the land once again.
Bellatrix, however, paid no mind to the snowbound world beyond the Manor. She was curled up in her master's bed, her head resting against a soft, clean pillow, her legs curled up close to her thinning stomach. Narcissa had somehow managed to get Bel
Bellamort chapter 26Chapter 26
Upon these words, Bellatrix leaned into her master and met his cool lips with hers. She allowed her eyes to slip shut as she felt him kissing her back lightly. She slipped her hands up to his chest, her long, glossy black nails gliding over the fabric of his black robes. She let her hands rest flat over her master's chest, feeling his beating heart. She felt him slip one of his hands down to the small of her back, where he placed it there firmly, applying pressure to her and pressing her closer so that her breast pressed against his chest. She could feel his other hand soothingly stroking her side, his long fingers running slowly up and down from her waist and up to just below her breasts. She knew that he could too easily feel her ribs through the leather-like fabric of her corset top.
Bellatrix hoisted herself up slightly in her master's grip, loving what he was doing. She felt her body instinctively aching into h
Bellamort one shot The Dark Lord watched as the black smoke cleared away from around him and Bellatrix. His arms were wrapped limply around her, she felt cold in his arms, much too cold for her.
"You did well tonight Bella." He whispered to her, squeezing her just slightly tighter. She didn't respond to his embrace however, she normally swooned at his slightest touch. He then realized that she wasn't even looking at him. She had her cheek pressed to his chest, her dark eyes glazed and distant. The dagger that she had used to finish off the helpless blood-traitor that had been her victim tonight was still covered in wet, glossy scarlet blood and hung limply in her fingers, as if she had forgotten it was there.
The Dark Lord then pushed her gently away from him, feeling her stiffen in response though she let no cry of protest pass her lips. He then turned his back to her, hearing her make her way to the dark red couch
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