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Voldemort enjoyed her. He had not been with a woman in some time. Bella lay under him. Her legs were spread and one of her legs wrapped around on of his. Voldemort braced himself on his hands on the table as he moved lower now. Bella trembled at the sensation of his tongue as it made small circles over her ribs and then stomach.

Her breath came in small hitches. "My Lord..." She whispered. Her hands moved now towards him and then faltered. She wanted to touch him but was frightened and unsure. Did he want her to touch him now or would he rather she not? This was not like sex with Rudolf. With her husband, she was free to touch him as she pleased but with this man, Bella was out of her territory.

After a few moments, she took the risk and one small, thin hand moved to the back of his head while the other went to rest on his shoulder. Bella moaned again. Voldemort's long tongue slipped into Bella's navel and she gasped softly. As he continued to move lower, Bella closed her eyes. She knew where he was going. She had imagined this so many times but had never actually expected it to happen. She grew moist just with anticipation.

Voldemort kissed the sensitive folds between her legs and then paused. Bella groaned. He looked up at her face now and feeling his eyes on her, Bella opened her own and met his gaze. "Open yourself for me Bellatrix." Voldemort ordered. She lay there embarrassed for a moment. Voldemort said nothing more but he watched her. Bella reached down with trembling hands and then stretched herself open for him.

Blushing under his gaze, Bella watched as Voldemort's eyes moved down from her face again. He lowered his mouth between her legs and gave her a long slow lick. A deep moan left Bella and her one hand slipped away. Voldemort took her hand roughly and put it back where he wanted it. "If you stop," He told her. "I stop." Bella nodded slowly.

Bella lay there trying not to make to much noise having forgotten about the silencing charm. She squirmed under him while trying to do as he had ordered. She did not want him to stop. She was slick now though and her fingers kept slipping. She struggled to keep purchase. Bella moaned in her throat but the sound were there and Voldemort could hear her. He liked the sound of a woman in pleasure. Almost as much as he enjoyed hearing a woman scream.

Voldemort's long tongue lapped at her. His tongue curled over and around her fingers. He sucked on her and ran his tongue around her opening. Voldemort could see, hear and feel the effects he was having on her. He couldn't deny that he had wanted to touch her. As cold and indifferent as he was, the human male side of him was ever present in his mind. He thought about sex about every six seconds.

Bellatrix began to speak now in a low shaky voice. "My Lord...please..." Her breath was broken and heavy. She was close. That was obvious. He began to move faster and deeper, slipping his tongue inside of her. Bella arched her back as she came for him.

Bella could no longer hold back her thighs trembled and she cried out. Bella released herself and Voldemort pulled away. He backed away and sat in an armless chair. "Come to me Bellatrix." Voldemort to her and Bella groaned as she sat up and then slipped off of the edge of the table. Her legs felt weak and her steps were unsure. When she stopped in front of him, Voldemort took her by the hips and brought her forward. He guided her onto his lap so her thighs were spread and slipped his hand between her legs. His long nails scratched her but the pain and pleasure was sweet.

Voldemort was not gentle as he took himself and pushed into her. Bella hands flew to his thick shoulders and Bella's head went back as she gasped. But what had she really expected? Voldemort was never a gentle man. He was a killer and violent. But he felt good. He filled her now and Voldemort began to move in her, Bella could not help her moans. He still held her by the hips and now she bent forward and kissed him on her own. This took him back a little but it was not long before he returned the kiss. Releasing her hips, Voldemort sat back in the chair leaving her to her own devices.

Bella paused now when he stopped moving. She looked at him confused and after a moment made to lift herself from him. She did not know what had happened. Had she angered him? Was he regretting all of this? She did not speak but looked down. Bella almost screamed when he spoke now, her nerves suddenly so strained. She was frightened again. "Move on me Bellatrix." He told her in a even tone. His cold eyes were on her face. Bella hesitated for a moment and then she used her legs to lift herself and then pressed back down now riding him. The only visible effects Voldemort showed was in the throbbing of his organ and the darkening of his eyes.

Bella leaned back and placed her hands on his knees. She lifted and fell riding him hard. Voldemort did not moan but the was an almost constant rumble in his chest. He was close but Voldemort could hold on longer. That is until she came the second time. He muscles clenched down around her and Voldemort gave a soft gasp. She ground down against him as she cried out in pleasure. Once the orgasim had subsided, Bella began to ride him even harder. She wanted more always more.

Voldemort could feel the pressure building in his hips and groin. Then she was gone. Voldemort looked up in surprise. Bellatrix stood now and turned her back to him. He growled in frustration. Bella bent over at the table. She spread her legs and looked back at him over her shoulder. "Please my Lord." She told him. "Fuck me..." Voldemort frowned. "I was fucking you." He snarled at her. He stood however. Bella did not mind riding him but she wanted him to take control again. Voldemort did not see why he had to do the work but still...the view of her like this was enjoyable.

He stepped up behind her now and ran a pale hand over her rear. He delivered a sharp slap and smiled at the bright red mark it left on her flesh and the startled gasp the slap extracted from her. He spread her legs a little further and then stepped closer. Voldemort pushed into her again and he gripped her hips and instantly began to pump into her. At this angle he could go much deeper and he groaned softly. Bella bit her lip and her nails dug into the wood of the table top. It felt so good. She did not dare move however.

With each thrust, she was shoved against the tale edge. He moans were constant and they filled Voldemort's ears. "So good..." She whispered. It was not long before Voldemort could no longer hold back. His hands tightened on her and he buried himself inside of her. When he came, it was a lot. Bella could feel his hot seed spurt inside of her. Her head lowered slowly to the table and she breathed heavily. Voldemort stood there for a long moment as he regained his composure.

He pulled out of her and watched was his seed began to trickle out of her. Using his wand, Voldemort cleaned himself and then dressed. He began to walk away. "I am finished with you Bellatrix." He told her. He did not give her a second thought as he left the room. Bella slowly stood and then dressed herself. It did not occur to her...she had no way of knowing the effects this now past moment of pleasure was going to have on them both.