Bellatrix had a bath as ordered by Voldemort. She had removed every stain that she could find. Maybe Voldemort found them repulsive. She even burnt the Azkaban clothes in order to remove all traces of that place. She had no intention of going back. With the Lord back, there was only victory ahead. Now, she wore a long black dress and over it, a tight black leather corset. After dressing herself, she summoned the house-elf to get her something to eat.
Having followed both of Voldemort's orders, she was now walking toward his room. On the way, her desire for Voldemort made her form all sorts of thoughts. When she arrived at the Lord's room, she gave a knock, and after his voice from inside gave her permission, Bellatrix entered.
What she did not expect at all was a feast for her eyes. She stared dumbfounded.
Voldemort was standing near the paravent, facing away, completely naked. Bellatrix's pupils expanded, taking in her form of the supreme lord. His back was pale and thin, with the bones of his spine clearly visible. Her eyes moved lower. Her breathing became faster as she took in the sight of his buttocks.
Sadly for her, Voldemort took his robe hanging from the paravent and threw it on himself. As he began to turn, Bellatrix fixed. If only she could catch a glimpse of his front side. Alas, Voldemort had already tightened the belt around his waist, covering his whole skin.
While Bellatrix's mind and body were going through a storm of desire, nothing abnormal seemed to happen for Voldemort. He acted as usual and walked to Bellatrix.
Voldemort arrived but did not stop. He did a round around Bellatrix. She felt the Lord's eyes observing her from head to toe. Voldemort finally stopped in front of her and then grabbed her chin with two fingers. "Oh Bella, now you are looking like someone fit to stand next to me."
Bellatrix felt satisfied with the Dark Lord's words. But his next word was totally unexpected.
"Undress."
For a second Bellatrix thought she had heard wrong. But there was no mistake. She obeyed at once.
Her hands moved to the tight black leather corset first. She pulled at the laces, one by one, feeling the pressure around her ribs slowly loosen. The leather fell open. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor with a soft thud. Next came the long black dress. She pushed it down over her hips, stepping out of the puddle of fabric until she stood only in her underwear. She hooked her fingers into the sides of the panties and slowly slid them down her long legs. The lace caught for a second on her thighs before falling free. She stepped out of them and stood completely naked.
Her body was thin from the years in Azkaban, yet still curved in the places that mattered. Between her legs, a handful patch of dark pubic hair remained. She made no move to cover herself. She stood with her shoulders back, chest pushed forward, legs slightly parted so that nothing was hidden from him.
She was supposed to feel excited. This was everything she had dreamed of for so many years.
Yet when she looked up, Voldemort's red eyes stayed fixed only on her face. He did not glance down. Not even once. A sharp sadness bloomed inside her chest.
Then Voldemort began to speak.
"Of all my Death Eaters, you are the one with the most loyalty. The one who obeys my every order without question. But unlike all of them, you do not do it out of fear. You do it because of your love for me."
Bellatrix's eyes widened. The Lord knew.
The secret she had carried in her heart for years was no longer hidden. She tried to speak, to pour out everything, but Voldemort raised one pale finger and stopped her.
"But you see, while I should feel proud of that… I am starting to question myself. Does your loyalty truly belong to me?"
Shock slammed through her. She dropped to her knees almost at once. "My Lord… please… my everything belongs to you. I will obey every order. All of me is yours." She presented herself more openly. "You can do anything to me. Anything. Use me as you wish."
Voldemort's expression did not change. "This is exactly what I am talking about, Bella. Do you truly obey me… or do you obey that love obsession you have for me?"
Bellatrix stared up at him, stunned. No answer came.
"If I ordered you to bring me a random woman so that I may breed her… would you obey? Or would that love of yours try to break my plan?"
Her heart clenched hard.
"If I were to breed every woman in the world except you… would you still obey my words? Or would you listen to that emotion instead?"
"See? That silence of yours speaks volumes." Voldemort said quietly, watching her struggle.
Bellatrix found no words. None at all. The questions crushed something deep inside her chest. Tears formed and spilled down her cheeks. She fell fully forward, forehead touching his feet as she begged.
"Forgive me, my Lord… please… forgive me…"
Voldemort looked down at her for a long moment.
"Will you always follow my command no matter what?"
"Yes," she whispered at once. "Yes, my Lord. Always."
He made her rise.
His hand moved without warning, grabbing her bare ass hard. He squeezed, then pulled her forward and lifted her into his arms in one strong motion. Her legs wrapped around him on instinct. "Then, let me reward you."
His mouth found hers.