And They Were Roommates - Part 1

Summary: Not wanting to risk the mad woman escaping again and wishing to reward their saviour for his heroism, the new post-war Wizengamot binds Bellatrix Lestrange to Harry as a concubine. 

What is the Man-Who-Won to do with a psychotic murderer living under his roof? A psychotic murderer that he was expected to use as his own personal sex toy at that!

…As Bellatrix would soon find out, even Harry Potter had his limits…

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And They Were Roommates - Part 1

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“What the bloody hell was that Shack?!”

Kingsley sighed and shuffled a stack of reports on his desk before facing the enraged war hero before him.

“We didn’t have a lot of choice Harry. With Azkaban still undergoing repairs and over half of the dementor population still at large, the Wizengamot simply wasn’t confident in our ability to contain someone of her calibre. She’s already escaped once after all.” The minister explained.

His words did little to assuage the bespeckled man, however. “And?! So ‘cause your favourite soul-sucking guards are still on strike, I’m supposed to step in and act as her babysitter?! In my own home no less?!”

Kingsley winced and shook his head. “Not exactly…” In lieu of explaining further, the dark-skinned man sat down the reports and reached for the small velvet box that sat nestled within one of his many desk drawers. Sliding the box across the large executive desk, he watched as Harry examined it with a frown. About twenty-odd centimetres wide and about half a hand longer in length, the raven-haired wizard took the ornate box gingerly. With a soft ‘click’ the box opened and Harry’s expression turned from wary to stone-cold anger.

“Is this…?” He asked, voice terse.

Kingsley nodded, sweat already forming on his brow in preparation for the explosion of fury that was sure to come. Yet, much to his surprise, Harry instead grunted and threw the box back his way.

“Throw her through the Veil.”

“W-What?!” Kingsley blurted out in surprise.

Harry scowled and crossed his arms. “I said throw her through the Veil. Death would be a greater mercy than this-” He sneered towards the box. “A mercy for us both really.”

“Harry-” Kingsley began, unsure how to digest the usually kind-hearted man’s sudden advocation for a death sentence. “-The Veil is no longer an option. You know this. You were there when the Wizengamot voted to seal it away.”

“So then ship her off to Nurmengard for fucks sake! Or better yet, Obliviate all her memories and drop her off next to some ditch on the continent! Anything but this Kingsley!” Harry roared. Magic rolled off the 20-year-old wizard in waves. The scent of ozone filled the air. Windows shook, the hairs on Kingsley’s arms on end, and for a very brief moment, it felt as if time itself stood still.

It would be a truly awe-inspiring sight if it weren't so bloody terrifying.

The moment passed thankfully, and Harry’s anger ebbed away as the Hero of the Magical World slumped into his chair.

“I’m sorry Harry…” Kingsley spoke softly. “My hands are tied. The ruling has already been carried out and the magical bindings placed on her core. She’ll be here within the hour.”

His friend remained silent for a few moments, seemingly processing Kingsley's words before he spoke once more.

“Why?” He asked, sounding much more defeated than he had mere minutes ago.

Kingsley swallowed thickly before reaching into his other desk drawer and pulling free a half-full bottle of Ogden’s Finest.

“It’s like you said-” The minister began, pouring both of them a healthy glass of whiskey. “Death would be a mercy, and I think we can both agree when I say that Bellatrix Lestrange deserves everything but mercy.”

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A concubine.

The word rang sourly in her head, echoed by the constant barrage of whispered voices that permeated her fractured mind.

A concubine. A slave. A fucking plaything to be used as her ‘Master’ so pleased.

Bellatrix snarled to herself. Within the high-security holding cell inside the DMLE, no one but her could hear her curses. Her rage at the indecency- No, the unfairness of her situation. Bellatrix only had one master. One who was powerful, beautiful, indomitable- a god amongst men.

A god that was now dead.

Tears dripped freely from her dark-circled eyes. Her screams of rage and fury- of anguish were so loud that her throat was hoarse within moments. Still, she screamed. Still, she cursed the name of the one who had been the facilitator of this new hellish existence.

Harry Potter.

And now she belonged to him. Belonged to the one who slew her master, the one who destroyed her dreams not once, but twice in her tormented life. Once when he was a baby, and again when he was a man.

Her damaged psyche could hardly take it. Already she could feel as more of her already feeble sanity shattered.

She belonged to Potter. Physically, mentally- wholly his. She was, in the eyes of the law, no longer even a person. Simply another piece of property to be gifted away to their precious ‘hero’. Bellatrix sneered. It was vile. A horrid reality that had been thrust upon her. To be enslaved like this- well it was well and truly one of her worst nightmares.

The hypocrisy of the fact that she’d been helping a psychopath in his effort to enslave an entire society of people was sadly lost on her. They were muggles after all, little more than dogs in the mud to be either slaughtered or subjugated. As her master intended.

(The hypocrisy of the fact that she’d been one of the first her master enslaved wasn’t lost on her but she quickly tore that traitorous whisper limb from limb with a gleeful exuberance. No one would bad mouth her beloved lord, not even the voices inside her head.)

The stray thought did have the unfortunate side effect of reminding her of her newfound situation. Bellatrix’s frown deepened, another screech of frustration ready to bubble up from her throat yet her cell door opening halted that indignant shout. Instead Bellatrix was hauled to her feet by an unseen force. The cuffs binding her hands and ankles pulled taut, leaving her to stand ramrod straight with nary an inch of slack to even breathe. No sooner had the security magic in her cell engaged did three aurors step into the room, two with their wands levelled at her chest and the other carrying a small thin box.

Bellatrix tried to scream and shout. To snarl menacingly or perhaps even curse their very existence, but whatever security charms holding her as still as a statue was also keeping her lips sealed for the time being.

The aurors said nothing as they approached. Each stared at her with eyes of malice. The one carrying the velvety box came the closest. He reached out, grasping her roughly by the chin before using his wand to magically unseal the box. Bellatrix watched as a thin black metallic band levitated free. She tried to fight, doing everything in her power to escape the nameless man’s hold, but the magic of her cell was unrelenting. Slowly the metallic band levitated closer. She could barely make out the complex chain of runes inlaid within its surface. Even with her brief look, however, her old talent for warding kicked in and she was easily able to identify at least part of the scheme. Whatever this piece of jewelry was, it would dampen her magic down to near negligible levels. She’d be little more than a squib…

Bellatrix fought even harder. Her muscles strained against her shackles. Her magic flared, unleashing itself like a wild animal. Though in truth was she any better than a wild animal herself?

Her desperation must’ve been insurmountable as she was actually able to, albeit briefly, punch through the wards of her cell. One of the aurors holding her at wand point was flung back violently as she cried out in a deafening screech of anger. They crashed against the wall with a sickening crack, yet she wasn’t able to revel in the feeling of seeing their body lay unmoving before a red stunner hit her in the chest and her world went dark.

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Day 1

Bellatrix gasped awake, her instincts immediately kicked in, honed from years of living amongst the vilest creatures in existence. The first thing she noticed was that she was no longer shackled. The second thing was that her surroundings weren’t as unfamiliar to her as they first appeared.

Sitting up in the surprisingly comfortable, albeit bare, four-poster bed the raven-haired woman eyed the walls around her. They’d been remodelled with new wallpaper, updated floors, and a rather deep cleaning of every surface, but they were familiar all the same.

Memories of a life long ago resurfaced, the edges cracked and frayed from years of mental torture but there all the same. She could see herself, smaller and much more full of life sitting in a teen girl’s lap- Andy, her mind cooed. Her sister.

Andy was reading to her from a book of fairytales. Her younger self listened in rapt attention, bright purple eyes wide in wonder as her sister spoke. The two sisters laughed as Andy reached a particularly funny part of the story, their shared exuberance warming something inside of the older Bellatrix’s long rotten heart.

The memory was forcibly ended far too soon for comfort by the door to her impromptu bedroom swinging open.

Bellatrix jumped in surprise, something she hardly ever did in her life as she was met with the glaring gaze of two familiar bright emerald eyes.

“You’re awake.” He said simply. It wasn’t a question but there was a small twinge of surprise.

If it weren’t for the bone-dead exhaustion she felt permeated her muscles Bellatrix would’ve probably lunged for the half-breed and attempted to gouge his eyes out. As it were, days of little food and hardly any sleep took its toll even on her. Being hit with a stunning spell certainly didn’t help things either as a skull-pounding headache was already forming in her temples.

Instead, Bellatrix sneered at the bespeckled man. “And you’re still alive. Pity.”

Potter didn’t feign her with a response. He studied her for a moment and it was then that Bellatrix was reminded that she, in all sense of the law, belonged to the man before her. It made her want to shiver in disgust but instead she forced herself to look away from his penetrating gauge and instead studied the newly restored walls.

“I see you’ve redecorated.” She stated. “I don’t like it.”

To her surprise that actually earned a snort from Potter. It was a humourless thing, but a surprise nonetheless.

“Yes, well you wouldn’t. Far too few severed elf heads I imagine.” He bit back.

“Aunt Walburga certainly had fine taste.” She sneered. Her vindictiveness betrayed her and Bellatrix soon found herself looking back towards her master’s killer with a cruel smirk. “It’s too bad poor Siri wasn’t here to spruce up the place hims-“

She never got to finish her pointed barb as an unseen force suddenly slammed into her chest, sending her careening back into the wall above the bed with a loud ‘CRACK!’

Stars exploded behind her vision. She could feel the sharp pain of a broken rib bloom angrily in her side. If it weren't for the feeling of something dangerously hot constricting around her throat, she’d probably have cried out in pain.

Bellatrix thrashed against the invisible force. This one was far more powerful than the cell wards at the ministry, but she fought against it all the same. There would be no overwhelming his magic though. Bellatrix wasn’t a fool as much as her mental state made people believe otherwise. Potter could never have hoped to survive a duel against her dear departed master, much less land an obvious lucky shot against him if he wasn’t powerful. And Bellatrix was feeling every inch of that power right now.

Just as her vision began to darken from the lack of oxygen, she was suddenly released. Dropped unceremoniously back onto the bed, Bellatrix hissed as the pain in her ribs flared white hot and excruciatingly. That too didn’t last however. The feeling subsided quickly, replaced by a cool throbbing sensation, though it still hurt somewhat to breathe.

Bellatrix found her gaze travelling back upwards to where Potter now stood before her bed glaring down at her hatefully.

“That was your only warning, Lestrange.” Potter growled. “Say something like that again and I’ll end your pitiful life myself.“

Bellatrix felt her face contort into a grimace as she shakily forced herself back into a sitting position.

“F-Fuck y-y-you!” She wheezed.

The blow that collided against her cheek came from Potter’s own hand. Bellatrix grimaced as the coppery taste of blood washed over her tongue, yet before the pain could fully set it that same numbing cool numbing sensation set in. Odd.

“Tch- you really are pathetic.” Potter sneered. “I’ll have to put you to use somehow I suppose.”

A feeling akin to ice water washed down her spine. Snapping her gaze back to Potter, Bellatrix glared hatefully even as the colour drained from her cheeks.

“If you think I’ll just let a filthy half-blood like you defile me-“

She was cut off as Potter laughed loud and bitingly. She stared at him in confusion as he continued to laugh, the sound sharp and almost mocking.

“Defile you?!” He laughed. “I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last woman on Earth, Lestrange. You disgust me.” He spat the last words out with a hateful grimace. “No you don’t need to worry about that. I’m not a rapist like some of your Death Eater friends were.”

Bellatrix eyed him disbelievingly but didn’t care to express her doubt. She didn’t want a repeat of what just happened after all.

“Then what WILL you do with me?” She asked pointedly.

At that Potter merely scoffed and turned to walk from the room. “You’ll find out soon enough”

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Day 4

True to his word, Potter didn’t so much look at her over the next few days much less force himself upon her.

He did, however, put her to work in other ways.

In the last three days alone, Bellatrix had been forced to scrub, sweep, and clean Grimmauld Place from top to bottom. It wasn’t exactly hard work to be honest. Potter was a surprisingly clean individual which meant aside from some light dusting and the occasional load of laundry, there was little for her to do. Still Grimmauld was a big house and as such Potter found more than a few things to keep her busy and out of sight.

At first she thought the man a fool for giving her leave to roam the manor freely. Of course, she’d never try to escape, even in her weakened magic state she could feel the security wards poised to snuff out her life if she so much as stepped a toe out of line. Yet Potter seemed to care little if she roamed the house, provided of course she did not grace him with her presence. She could have done a lot of things with that freedom. Swipe a knife from the kitchen to plunge into Potter’s throat, secret away a wand from the Black family artifacts stored away in the basement, or even use her youthful prowess over Ancient Runes to manipulate the manor ward stone to turn against it’s lord and set her free…

Yet she didn’t do a single one of those things. At first she thought it was simply her natural instincts forcing her to be cautious- to bide her time. That was until she managed to get a better look at the black metallic collar chained around her throat. The runes inlaid within were complex even for her, but after swiping a tome or two on the subject from the library, Bellatrix was able to parse the meaning.

It was more than a simple cuff on her magic, but a cuff on her inhibitions as well. Emotional inhibitors made her more docile- well as docile as a crazed witch can be. A set of power runes tied to Potter ensured a slight increase in her levels of obedience towards him. Another that helped reverse the effects of her long tenure in Azkaban, healing her malnutrition and returning to her the beauty she once possessed in her youth oh so long ago.

Gee, wonder why they felt it prudent to include that little scheme, she thought bitterly, staring down at her once more full, gravity-defying bust. Ugh- men, she groused.

There were other schemes as well, ones to increase her sexual appetite, others to subdue any violent tendencies- again as much as was possible for someone like her- and even a small amplification array to increase her response to erotic stimulation.

All in all the collar was made to turn her into the perfect pet. And that wasn’t even accounting for whatever the hell the magical bindings on her core were doing to her.

It meant that Bellatrix couldn’t trust her own thoughts now more than ever. The voices in her head were no longer the comfort they once were. Their whispers of bloodlust and screams of vengeance that were once so sweet to her ears now made her hesitate. The voices may not belong to her no longer but him instead.

Bellatrix unconsciously licked her lips anxiously and flicked her eyes around, searching in the shadows for traitors who weren’t there. But they WERE there. She knew they were, they’d been there all her life. Yet now she couldn’t defend herself from them. Now she could not kill them before they killed her.

Now, Bellatrix was truly vulnerable.

Her bouts of paranoia were only broken up by the monotony of her daily chores. Potter avoided her for the most part, and her him, at least until the morning of her fourth day as a servant.

Looking back, she had no idea what compelled her to start her day of cleaning in Potter’s bedroom. Perhaps she had simply wished to get it over with, dreading even spending a minute longer than necessary around Potter’s personal effects. She had thought he was gone when she entered. He always left earlier to do whatever the hell a half-blood like him got up to during the day. Regardless Bellatrix began her duties with the same level of methodic boredom as she usually did. Putting away laundry and changing sheets was a far cry from her usual blood-pumping activities like murder and torture.

Which is why she hadn’t immediately looked away when the bathroom door swung open.

Bellatrix had learned three things in that moment.

• Potter apparently decided to sleep in that morning.

• Potter also apparently was in the habit of walking out of the shower without a towel.

• Witch Weekly had lowballed their estimate on the Hero of the Wizarding World’s cock size.

There had been silence for all of three seconds, both her and Potter staring at one another in surprise (Well she hadn’t been staring at him per se, more the bloody basilisk between his legs) before Potter was suddenly yelling and Bellatrix was rushing from the room with a blush on her cheeks and a strange tingly sensation in her core.

Even now she couldn’t get her mind off of what happened. She had no clue why it persisted within her mind and admittedly she didn’t want to find out either.

Perhaps because you never expected the vermin who killed your beloved to be so tasty~

Bellatrix huffed and pointedly ignored the odd new voice that spoke up within her mind. It was almost immediately drowned out anyhow by her usual incomprehensible insanity.

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Day 17

Unfortunately, things only continued to change after that fateful day. It had started small at first. The light tingling in her womanhood was her only symptom for a while, at least until the dreams started. At firs,t they were nothing more than the usual naughty visions she’d conjure up to pass the time during her stay among the Dementors. Yet instead of her beloved lord above her, a new man above her. Blood red eyes swapped with emerald green, pale flesh replaced with raven hair between her legs as her new master devoured her sweet cunt-

Bellatrix couldn’t remember when it changed from waking from those dreams with mournful tears to gasps of pleasure instead.

Now it took every drop of her willpower to fight off the demented visions of Potter atop her, his hands roving up and down her body, exploring every soft curve and tender inch of flesh while his cock pulsed insi- NO!

No, she thought with a shudder. Alone in her room she allowed herself to freely wrestle with her inner thoughts, a feat she always had trouble with in the past. She was almost at her wit's end! Simply being in the same house as him was torture, never mind the same room! She could hardly even remember to loathe him most of the day! Bellatrix had nearly broke down into tears the day before when she had thought of her master and her mind had drawn up an image of Potter instead of the Dark Lord.

But…he was her master no,w wasn’t he? The Dark Lord was dead. A sad fact true, but one she needed to realise fully. But what would that require from her? And was it even SHE who wanted to bury the memory of the Dark Lord or was it the cursed collar around her neck?

Bellatrix wasn’t so sure there was a difference anymore. Every day she could feel more of herself slipping, or at least more of who she used to be. A new woman was slowly taking her place, bit by bit, stone by stone. Would Bellatrix even BE Bellatrix when it was all over?

Her thoughts were cut off as a familiar tugging sensation pulled at her collar. Her master had need of her it seemed.

With a sigh Bellatrix rolled out of her bed and trudged from the room, any thoughts of her slowly crumbling self left behind as she heeded her new master’s summons.

It wouldn’t be until two days later that she realized she had stopped thinking of the Dark Lord as her master completely. That title belonged to another now, both in her mind and soul.

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Day 34

Bella couldn’t take it any longer. Or perhaps she could? Oh, who’s to say? All she knew was that the gnawing hunger in her loins was too much to ignore any longer. Her body yearned for him as her lungs yearned for air.

Why?

Why what? Why the hunger?

Why was that even a question?

She shook off the stray thought. For as long as she could remember she wanted him- needed him.

The days spent obeying his command, playing the part of the dutiful maid that she was, all bled together in her memories. Yet no matter what she did, the clothes she wore, the touches she trailed across his chest, or even the blatant offers of service to his body were all rebuffed. It irked her like a snarling beast that was denied its prey.

But her master was not prey!

He was the owner of her life, the claimant of her entire being. Her punishments were only proof of that. The times when Bella’s mouth got the best of her or when her attempts at seduction had gotten a bit too brave had been met with a display of her master’s power over her.

And it was beautiful.

When she could feel the energy of him surrounding her, squeezing her throat and caressing her skin- it was during those times when her master held her life in his hands and threatened to cut it short was when she was the wettest. But it was what happened after her punishment that brought Bella right to the edge of climax.

Her master was stern in his punishments but also merciful. No matter what she did to earn his ire, once the lesson of her wrongdoing was instilled into her mind her master would always take away the pain with a wave of her hand. She knew she didn’t deserve such a show of compassion, but her master gave it all the same. The warmth of his magic mending her bruises and soothing her flesh was orgasmic to say the least. More than once Bella was forced to run back to her room after being punished so that she may rub herself to a screaming end.

But her fingers would suffice no longer.

Bella needed her master to take her. She was his after all, mind and body. A body that was gifted with three wondrous holes all for him. Should he not use her to her fullest capabilities after all?

It would happen tonight. She had planned it perfectly. Every Saturday evening, her master would leave to meet up with the ginger one and chat for hours over drinks. Those nights after he returned were when her master was the most receptive to her advances. Tonight she simply wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Everything was ready. She had spent hours grooming herself. Without magic shaving her legs proved a bit harder than usual but she had managed without cutting herself even once. Her body was bathed with the sweetest-smelling oils she could find and her hair was styled in rivers of gorgeous curls that draped down her chest and back. The cherry on top was her attire. Her usual plain clothes were instead replaced by something the muggles called ‘lingerie’. Bella snorted at the funny name but still appreciated the seductive lace that hugged her curves and showed off plenty of skin. She only hoped her master would forgive her for using some of the galleons he had left upon the kitchen counter to owl order the garment from a local muggle-born-owned shop. Or he could punish her for it, she really didn’t mind either way.

Now all that was left to do was wait.

Like clockwork her master returned a quarter past eleven. At first he paid her no mind as he stepped out of the floo. Eventually though, he brushed off the soot that stained his coat and turned to her, the motion only slightly unsteady thanks to the handful of ales he consumed that night.

“What do you need Lest-” Her master paused as his mind seemingly finally caught up with him and he took in her current attire.

Bella smiled and stepped forward. “I simply wished to welcome you home master~” She cooed. Stunned by her unexpected behavior, Bella was able to wrap herself tenderly around her master’s waist, one hand softly trailing down the front of his robes as she stared up at him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Bellatrix-” He began warningly.

Bella didn’t allow him to continue though, knowing that if he did the night would come to a rather disappointing end rather quickly. Instead, she silenced him with her lips, a daring move even for her but one that was oh so worth it. 

A lot of things happened after that in quick succession.

First, she felt the collar around her neck shift. It was a subtle thing and rather puzzling if she were being honest as it had never done anything of the sort for as long as she could remember. Next, the familiar feeling of her master’s magic wrapped around her figure. For a moment it seemed as if she would be pushed away and she couldn’t help but feel heavily disappointed at the thought. The third thing that happened was the most surprising of all though. Instead of being pushed away, her master suddenly growled against her lips and grabbed a fistful of her frilly corset. With a tug the lacey material was ripped away, freeing her round perky bosom.

That was when something clicked within her mind. Like a key sliding into its rightful place.

Bella gasped as her tits bounced free. She was only given a moment to appreciate the sensation before she was suddenly hauled off her feet and thrown over her master’s shoulder.

“Fine.” He growled, already marching towards the stairs and, hopefully, up to his bedroom. “You want to be my slut? Then I’ll make you my slut.”

Bella shivered happily at the proclamation. She could feel her toes curl with excitement with every step he took. When his hand smacked one of her jiggly arsecheeks Bella couldn’t help but squeal in delight. Her dreams were coming true all at once.

The walk was a short one, and by the time that she was flung onto a large soft mattress, Bella was more than ready for the next step. 

Her master stood above her, his face set into a look of hate yet a gleam of lust shone brightly from his eyes. Ohhh this was going to be good!

Bella helped him with his clothes both out of subservience and impatience to see him bare before her. When all that remained was his pants, the raven-haired woman couldn’t help but bite her lip in anticipation. Excitedly she reached forward, eager to yank the offending jeans down and finally obtain her prize, but her master had other ideas.

She cried out as she was roughly yanked off the bed by her hair. She landed on her knees against the hard wooden floor, yet the stinging in her flesh was nothing compared to the absolute euphoria as something long and hard slapped against her face with a ‘plat!’

“Yes master~” She cooed against the hardened shaft of his cock.

He didn’t deign her with a response. Instead his grip on her hair tightened as he rubbed his glorious piece of meat all over her face. Bella accepted wholeheartedly, using her tongue to taste as much of his length as she could while he humiliated her. It was everything she wanted and more.

“Merlin you really are a whore Lestrange.” Her master chuckled darkly. 

“B-Bella!” She gasped, whimpering slightly as she just barely missed taking one of his balls into her mouth.

“What?” He asked, pulling away slightly.

Bella whimpered in disappointment and stared up at him with purple eyes full of pleading. “Call me Bella master. Please?”

His eyes narrowed in confusion but it seemed in that moment he couldn’t be bothered to deny her request. “Alright.” He nodded. “Like I said, you really are a whore, Bella.”

Her pussy clenched with delight as he spoke her name. Without even waiting for permission, Bella flung herself forward with a gasp, immediately swallowing nearly half his cock in one go. The taste of him on her tongue was indescribable. His warmth of his meaty pole within her mouth was exactly like she dreamed it to be like and yet so much more. She wasted no time in sucking greedily on his stiffened member. The spongy head bashed against the back of her throat with every frantic bob, culminating in loud wet squelching as she swallowed more and more of his length down her gullet.

Her master groaned in delight, his grip on her hair loosening as he began to pet her head instead of yank. Bella moaned in delight, sucking with even more enthusiasm as he rewarded her skills with affection.

“Fuck you’re really good at this!” Her master breathed.

Bella giggled around his cock. “‘Mph g’d ah a’ot ef ‘ngs!” She mumbled around his cock.

Above her, her master chuckled and tugged her off his glistening member by her hair.

“What was that?”

Bella pouted but repeated her words all the same. “I’m good at a lot of things!” She replied proudly before leaning forwards to place several sloppy wet kisses against the tip of his cock. “Many- *kiss- Many- kiss*- Things!”

Her master raised an amused brow. “Is that so? Care to show me?”

Bella had never moved so fast in her life. In the blink of an eye she was pulling master on top of  her as she fell back against the bed. Her lips met his eagerly. She moaned against his mouth, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth as he pleased while her hand sought out his hardened member pressed against her thigh. It took some manoeuvring, but eventually she had him aligned properly with her soaking wet slit. Her folds spread eagerly, almost as if they were pulling him in as much as he was pushing inside. Her entire body cooed with joy as her inner walls were stretched apart by his cock. His size was too much for her to have taken so quickly, but the pain was welcome as she knew soon pleasure would follow.

If she had thought her master’s laxity in letting her take the lead for a brief moment meant he would be gentle with her body for their first time then she was sadly mistaken. Not that she minded of course. He was not gentle nor loving. The first thrust into her depths was done with such force that it momentarily brought tears to her eyes. The second and third were just as devastating, forcing a cry to bubble up from her throat. Yet it was cut off as her master wrapped one hand around her neck while his other squeezed and slapped her rippling breasts so hard that it would surely bruise.

Bella wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Her master said nothing to her. His groans of pleasure were the only sounds she needed to hear as he used her pussy as he saw fit. Though her own moans were cut off by the hand wrapped tightly around her throat, Bella herself still made her pleasure known. The first orgasm that ripped through her made every muscle in her body seize all at once. The rapid slapping of their hips halted not once as one climax led to two which then bled over into three. By the time Bella’s mind finally caught up with her she had lost count of how many times she was forcibly thrown over that sweet sweet edge of climax. Now lying flat on her stomach with her face buried into the pillows, Bella was content with simply holding on to consciousness until her master was well and truly satisfied.

That night she was fucked, slapped, spat on, folded, and used in practically every way imaginable. Her master proved quite thoroughly that he owned her, marking his property with his cum multiple times. She was filled more times than she could count, womb saturated with his seed and face covered with his molten hot cum. By the time morning dawned her body was covered with signs of his use of her. Bruises and love marks peppered her flesh, travelling up her thighs, wrapping around her throat, and marking each of her tits. Yet even with the sun risen her body was still his to do so as he pleased. Bella didn't mind though. Even with her airway blocked by his cock, she more than happy to play her part as his filthy little toy. It was how things were meant to be after all.

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Day 296

Bella moaned as her pussy was stretched apart once more. Her master had been pleased by her efforts in routing out yet another Death Eater splinter cell and had seen fit to reward her.

It had been childs play of course. The dozen or so imbeciles who made up the now extinct ‘Salazar’s Fist’ were nothing more than a collection of petty thieves and lackluster murderers. Bella had ended all of their lives rather quickly and with very little effort. Really, it was rather disappointing how little of a fight they put up.

Still, she was more than happy to reap the rewards, gasping in delight as her master hilted his cock inside her.

“You did amazing today Bella.” He spoke lowly, his hips moving rhythmically as he fucked her. “So good in fact that I think it’s time I gave you that present you asked for a few months ago.”

Bella gasped in both surprise and pleasure. Her heart swelled in happiness as she stared up at her master's captivating green eyes.

“R-Really?!” She moaned, nails raking across his chest as his thumb began to massage her clit.

“Really.” He groaned, his hips moving faster as his cock pounded into her even harder. “They were the last of Voldemort’s old followers anyway. I think you’ve more than earned it.”

Bella cried out as her pussy spasmed in climax. Oh, it was so exciting! Though she did hope it would take a few tries before her master’s gift took.

After all, once she was pregnant she wouldn't be able to bend herself in all those delicious positions he loved to fuck her in!

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Author’s Note

This was originally meant to be a one shot but the setup ran a bit longer than intended…

Oh well! Part 2 coming soon!

Thanks for reading!