Eldest Black sister ||Sadist and Death Eater. Lieutenant.|| Parody account. #MaraudersEra 'Bellatrix Bat Shit Bonkers Fucking Crazy Black.' -Lucius Malfoy.
@OfPurestBlack What’s wrong with that?” She’s asking these things carefully, politely and with a hint of timidness.
“I thought you’d be happy, he’s a brilliant wizard father. I’ve seen his names on countless plaques and trophies at school. He seemed perfect.”
Bellatrix is sitting in the parlour, pretending to read her book on broomstick care, glancing at the window every few seconds until she sees @OfPurestBlack appear and walk up the gates.
Her father had been at a meeting all day with the man she only knew as Tom Riddle. She’d—
@OfPurestBlack Bellatrix’ face falls, and she blinks certain she’s heard wrong but her father continues and her eyes find the floor.
She knows better to argue with him, but she can’t help but want to know why.
“Delusions of grandeur? Doesn’t he want what we all want? A pureblood society?—
@OfPurestBlack avoiding answering her question she decides to be a bit more straightforward. “Will you be supporting Mr Riddle then Father?” She asks, looking at him wide eyed.
“I’ve heard he’s quite impressive, is he?” She asks again, a bit breathless this time.
@OfPurestBlack “Yes father, I’ve reviewed most of the Dark Arts material already. I understand the importance my examination scores, I’ve been studying dutifully I promise.” She nods, there was other matters related to the Dark Arts she was also interested in knowing.
Since he seemed to be—
@OfPurestBlack She isn’t surprised she can’t tell just from his expression how anything went. Her father was often neutral no matter the occasion, but it doesn’t help now.
“I’ve finished my complete review of Transfiguration for the evening father.I can perform each one years 1-7 perfectly.”-
@OfPurestBlack even if it broke her own heart to do it. She pulls the blusher of her veil over her face and grabs her father’s hand in one, straightening her bouquet in the other and giving a nod. “I’m ready father.”
@OfPurestBlack
The Moment Explodes~
Someone wake her up from this nightmare, this wasn’t how her wedding was supposed to go. There wasn’t supposed to be chaos, and hexes flinging mid-ceremony and she definitely wasn’t supposed to be propped up in bed being poked and prodded—
@OfPurestBlack erased with the memories. She had let her emotions nearly lead her to ruin. No. Now she was looking at Bellatrix /Lestrange/. A wife. A grown witch. Not a school girl. And Bellatrix Lestrange didn’t make mistakes. She was the perfect pureblood wife. /Unyielding/ to anything else-
@RabbyLestrange sharp intake of breath, feeling a slight twinge and then it was gone and she melts under him with a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed and her body stilling, taking in every moment as her body wraps around his fingers and hums contentedly.
“Mm..oh..”
@RabbyLestrange
The flames have hardly cleared as she lands in the fireplace of the Headmaster's office before she's a stupid grin on her face.
"Evening Professor, I'll straight onto the dorms. I'm aware my Prefect duties have been removed for the time being." She gives a--
@RabbyLestrange anymore. While not technically ‘allowed’ she belonged to him. There would be no purity examinations, no questioning. It took only a moment to win the battle in her head, remembering and reminding that she could do this now. She wanted this. She could have it.
She takes a—
@RabbyLestrange hands, breathless and flushed. “Want..your fingers..please..just to try it.”
Was in his lap the best position for something like this? She wasn’t sure, beyond knowing that they went inside her, Bellatrix’ knowledge on the subject ended here.
@RabbyLestrange She gives him a look, one that was asking him to not treat this like a game or taunt, it was real and she was a bit concerned at how her body was so /ready/ for something she’d never had. She might need him to ease her into it.
Her look softens though she’s twitching in his—
@RabbyLestrange the singular thought of how those fingers would feel inside her, and fighting it all the same while her body tried to spread itself open. Fuck it.
“I want you inside, n-not /you/ but your..fingers.” She whispered, bashful to say such a thing.
@RabbyLestrange soaked and it made all the more easier for his fingers to slip and slide against her, giving more momentum to those tantalizing little circles. “Ah..fuck..” she moans and then looks at him alarmed.
“N-no don’t do that I..” She could hardly think straight, her mind locked on—