Story Disclaimer: All characters are of age. By continuing to read further, you confirm you are 18+. Femslash, expletives, hints of BDSM.

"Please." A gasp, a plea in the dark. A hand reaches out to entwine long, dark locks around it. Pulling closer, needing more. The young witch needs more, begs for more.

"Please what?" Words sharper than a blade cut through the soul, to the chase. No patience for shyness here, no soft acceptance, no bent knee. No, in this place one must earn all rewards that one seeks.

"Please, just... anything... I need..." A cruel hand grips flailing cheeks, squeezing together cracked and bleeding lips, stemming the flow of nonsensical speech.

"You are wasting too many words. Just tell me what you want." The dark witch snaps. Chocolate brown eyes widen. "Do you think you can properly articulate at this point?" A nod. Vice grip loosens, but does not release.

"Hit me. Force me. Take me." Pretty pleas (pretty please) fly from the girl's mouth. A smirk in reply. Amused black eyes. Gestures of dominance. Pulling hands above an eager girl's frame, holding them in place by delicate wrists with a mean hand. Moans from a hungry mouth, escaping between bitten lips.

A practiced tongue traces delicate patterns across a pronounced clavicle, occasionally teasing olive skin to gooseflesh with wicked teeth. Sweet, needy gasps caress the dark witch's ears. Cruel teeth take far too much and just enough. Coppery love dances on a lusting tongue.

Lips crash into one another, Bella forcing the taste of blood into Hermione's mouth. The young woman gratefully accepts and laps at the taste of her very life on tongue. She bites a forceful lip to red in retribution, blood mingles, copper alloy of desire. Hermione's head swims with the need for breath as Bella takes her mouth for all its worth. Desperate hands beat against a hard chest. Taunting lips curve to smirk and allow much needed air to starving lungs.

The young woman's body seeks out contact, pressure. Bella refuses, moving with the brunette witch's rolling hips, denying much needed friction. She laughs at the woman beneath her cruelly. "Slutty little thing." She taunts.

"Fuck you Lestrange." Acid coated words. Mad smile falters. Eyes narrow. A thigh slams against the young witch's sex indelicately. Pains spreads across the young woman's face. "Fuck, yes." She stares into endless black eyes. They are as starved as her own. "You can do better, cunt. Fuck me."

A snarl, bared teeth. Pink tongue slips forth to lick rubies from hungry lips. Cruel fingers tangle brown curls, pulling Hermione's head back forcefully, exposing a tender olive throat. Bella's tongue licks a trail from the base of the young witch's delicate neck up to her ear, taking the soft lobe between teeth and nipping. Her thigh thrusts an erratic and irregular pace between spread thighs.

Moans accost her ears. The dominant witch whispers calculated cruelty into the ear previously caught between teeth. "You want better? I'm going to fuck you until you forget your fucking name." The core against her thigh becomes slicker. She grinds more forcefully, fluidly into the woman.

"Bella, please..." A smirk paints across the dark witch's face. Lips pull red to the surface as Bella kisses, bites her way down the young woman's body. Hermione's body a bridge, demanding more contact, her perfectly flawed and beautiful breasts high, commanding Bella's attention. Even one as cold as Bellatrix Lestrange cannot ignore such beauty begging for corruption. She takes one sweet, erect nipple between her lips, flicking her tongue over it as her free hand caresses the soft curve of the other. Her senses fill with the faint smell of sweet sweat and something that is just the girl, her own phermonic, tempting scent. She switches tactics, loving the other breast with her mouth.

Hermione's chocolate brown eyes leak fat, wet drops in desire. "More... Bella, more!" Black eyes flash. Hot pain spreads across a young cheek. A sickening crack of skin on skin that leaves the accosting hand as sore as the receiving face. Just as anger comes, the expression of that most hostile emotion appeases. Bella smiles maniacally at the print of fingers on the girl's face. Tears increase, desperation multiplies tenfold.

"You don't demand things of me, slut." Hermione nods her submission into Bella's neck, kissing her devotion into skin.

Bella admires the young woman's shapely body, the curve of her waist, the swell of her gorgeous hips, the gentle planes of her stomach, all enticing, endearing, demanding. She moves lower, kissing her way down further. She pays close attention to each hip, loving the rhythmic roll of the young witch's body toward her. Her hands caress the waist, reach up to cup breasts, slide up to her throat, squeezing not gently. Her nails rake down the woman's skin, eliciting gasps of pleasure, leaving trails of blooming red in their wake. Oh to have more than two hands, to touch more of this perfect creature.

Hermione groans with the sight of Bella's arms wrapped around her thighs, breath caresses her naked sex. She resists the urge to thrust wanting hips toward cruel mouth. Dark eyes watch with pleasure as the girl fights her own desires to placate Bella's dominance. It feels as though an age passes before that first touch or lips on her sex.

Bella moans at the sweet taste of the young witch. Vibrations transfer from her tongue to Hermione's clit, eliciting a delicious response of bucking hips. Trapped moans beat at the cage of the girl's constricted throat. Bella laughs into her sex and slides the flat of her tongue along her slit. She dips inside the girl, thrusts once, twice, thrice and licks back up to her needy clit.

Hands squeeze generous thighs, grip the soft flesh beneath the young witch and lift her body up, pulling her closer, trapping her between hands and mouth. Ruthlessly she devours Hermione whole. She rides with her the girl crests, fails once, brings her back to that elusive edge and slides two fingers into the empty place, pushing her unceremoniously off that cliff.

Bella looks up to see tears flowing, unrestricted from soft brown eyes. She continues to lap at the girl, increasing the pressure of her hand's thrusts, quickly forcing the girl to a second climax. A small hand tangled in her long hair, wrenching her face away. Bella moves, sitting in straddle upon the girl's hips and wipes her mouth politely with her index finger.

She leans down and spreads Hermione's honey across bitten lips, before kissing the taste of the girl back away from her. "Your move." She laughs into the young witch's ear...