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The Black Prophecy

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Hermione had barely placed her wand down when her body began trembling uncontrollably. Her wife’s hands were everywhere, but had yet to transverse beneath her clothing. The possessive touch turned her body into flame.

“Bella, do you have any idea what you do to me?”

A hand swept her hair away from her neck and a soft mouth captured her earlobe, biting down softly.

“I’m not entirely sure that I do, perhaps you should tell me about it?”

The young witch felt all of the air rush out of her lungs. It was no secret that the curly haired woman was well known for her powerful sensuality, but she had never felt quite like this. Her lover was stalking around her like a panther eyes prey that she had every intention of devouring. Those devious lips were once again close, this time hovering just in front of her face. A hand wove into the hair at the back of her neck. Unexpectedly they tugged Hermione’s head back exposing the tender skin to a series of sharp nips. Though she attempted to suppress her reaction, she couldn’t help pushing her hips forward in hope of any amount of contact that might quench the burning in the pit of her stomach.

“No, no, little witch. You get nothing until you are a good girl and answer my question.” The older witch punctuated her demand by firmly grasping the hips and forcing them still.

Hermione gasped at the rough treatment, but forced herself to speak. “I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

“Then let's start here. If you answer my question honestly, you will be rewarded. If you choose to lie you will be punished. Do you understand?”

The young brunette bobbed her head earnestly.

“Are you wet for me?”

As though the question alone was not scorching enough, the older witch slid her hand from hip to cup Hermione’s center. The young witch could not control the moan that slipped from her lips.

“Yes,” she whispered so quietly she could barely hear herself.

“You really are going to have to speak up if I am going to hear you, love,” Bella said predatorily while stroking her wife gently through her clothes.

Hermione finally moved her arms, snaking them around the dark witch’s neck and pulling their faces close together. She found her voice, though it was shaking with desire. “You make me so wet, Bella. Whether or not you are even present. There have been so many nights I’ve woken up with ruined underwear. Now I am certain that you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” She captured her wife in a searing kiss before she allowed her to answer.

“Are you asking me if I have been using our rather unique connection to drive you to the brink of unbearable arousal? If I’ve been using my magic to touch you even at a distance so that when you were once again in my arms that we could share a new intimate experience?”

Hermione blinked trying to process her wife’s ever present planning.

“I did,” the sinful red lips said brushing sensually against her own. “And to get what you want, all you need to do is surrender to me.”

“Bella,” she moaned insistently pushing her hands into the questing hands.

“Yes, little witch?”

The husky tone sunk into Hermione’s very core. She literally could not control her trembling limbs.

“I’ve been yours since the day I was born. You don’t need an invitation. I gave you all of myself willingly on our wedding day.”

The older witch paused her seduction to regard the young witch. It still seemed utterly impossible that such a good hearted and loving creature would look at her with such open adoration. That the other half of her soul would have such a beautiful innocence.

“Don’t go soft on me, Bellatrix Black. While all of that is very sweet, I believe you were in the middle of quite the seduction. Not to mention you have been cruelly tampering with my hormones from a distance.” Hermione took her temporary advantage to wrap her legs tightly around her wife’s waist forcing the woman to hold her close.

“You have always been such a cheeky witch. Fortunately for you, you are my cheeky witch. For no one else would get away with such forwardness.” In spite of the perceived harshness of her words, she gently placed the young woman on the bed, watching the depth of the beautiful hazel eyes.

“You make my whole body shake with desire. And you are never far from my thoughts,” the young witch said continuing the speech that had been earlier required of her.

“If you want this so badly, then why is there still cloth between us?”

Hermione smirked. “You asked for my surrender, and I would do anything you ask of me. Anything.”

“You have no idea the things I could ask,” the dark witch responded attaching her lips to the side of her lover’s neck, biting and soothing.

“And you have no idea what all I would do willingly.”

As the last syllable fell from young lips, Bellatrix magically removed the clothes from her lover leaving only a rush of cool air in their wake.

“It hardly seems equitable that you are still fully dressed.”

“Oh no no, little witch. This isn’t in any way about being fair.” She kissed her wife soundly. “This is about claiming what is mine.”

A moan surged out of Hermione from the very base of her spine. She let her eyes flutter closed and just feel the phenomenon that was her wife. Possessive hands were devouring her body in the most delicious way. If she hadn’t already been incredibly turned on, she certainly would be now.

“I know you think that you are prepared to behave, but this isn’t going to be quick. So consider this to be an act of generosity.”

Hermione saw the devious look in her wife’s eye just a moment before she felt soft silk encase her wrists and tug above her head. Bella’s magic secured them tightly but not painfully to the bed frame. The young witch arched her back, begging silently to be touched. The offering was met with feather light touches that avoided any strictly erogenous zones.

“Please, Bella. Please, I need you.”

“Hmmm. I will consider it, on one condition.”

“Anything. Please.”

“Tell me exactly what you want. And don’t leave anything out.”

The dark witch was pleased with the aroused shudder.

“Touch me, Bellatrix,” Hermione said attempting to mirror the authority in her lover’s voice.

A sweet heartfelt laugh bubbled out of the older witch’s throat captivating the entirety of the young witch’s attention.

“That was a pretty good impression, love. But not what I asked for.”

Hermione huffed loudly.

“Now now, no need to get in a state, love. Just be a good girl and you can have anything you want.” Bella punctuated her sentence with gentle nips along a bare collarbone.

“I need your hands on me.”

The dark witch gently scratched her nails down the bound bare arms causing the lithe body to squirm with desire. “Like this, darling?”


“Words, Hermione.”

“My neck, my breasts, please.”

Adoring hands traveled as promised, leaving a wake of goosebumps. The dark witch smiled predatorily at the further tightening of her wife’s nipples in arousal. From the look of them she imagined it was slightly uncomfortable.

“More. Please,” Hermione gasped. “Please take me. I need you so badly. I can’t breathe without you.”

“Now that wasn’t to hard was it?”

The devious hands dipped immediately between her shaking thighs, coming away wet. The young witch watched enviously as her lover sucked the soaked digits without breaking eye contact.

“Please, Bella. I want you inside of me.”

Unable to resist the begging any longer, the dark witch slipped two digits easily inside her wife. “Oh darling, you feel incredible. I’ve missed you so very much. This is why you are meant for me. No one can fit you like me.”

The sensation was overwhelming and nearly instantaneously Hermione was hurdled over the cliff by the insistent touches. Tears ran down her face from exhaustion, relief and drowning in everything that was Bella. The dark witch immediately released the bonds and gathered the sobbing body to her own. She couldn’t help smiling as the body clung to her with soul shattering desperation. It was clear that any doubts about their relationship were entirely unfounded. Hermione belonged to her and her alone.