In her room, Narcissa's heart raced with relief and dark excitement. He still wants me. He hasn't cast me away.
She has received a message from the Dark Lord through the dark mark. She dressed properly as asked and made her way to Voldemort's room. She thought with the return of her sister, the Dark Lord would cast her away, but that does not seem to be the case.
The door to his room was finally in view, and as she reached for the handle to open it, her entire motion stopped.
She heard a noise coming from inside. She prayed she heard wrong, but then the sound happened again. A female voice. Loud. Raw. Obscene moans.
Please, please, please don't be that. She could only think of one thing.
Unconsciously, she opened the door and got inside the room.
On the massive four-poster bed where the dark Lord had taken her so many times, Voldemort was leaning against the headboard. She only saw part of his face and the side of his shoulders as a figure was blocking the view.
Bellatrix, her sister.
There was nothing to cover her as Narcissa clearly saw the bare back of her sister. Bellatrix was straddling the Dark Lord's lap, completely naked. Her wild black hair flew around her shoulders as she rode him hard. The Dark Lord was gripping her waist. Bellatrix's head was thrown back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and gasps. "My Lord… oh yes… ahh"
Narcissa did not know what to do. What emotion to feel.
Just then, the door closed automatically behind Narcissa. The sound caused Bellatrix to stop and take notice of the third person inside the room. "Cissy, what are you doing here?" she asked. Although she was shocked by Narcissa's presence, Bellatrix did not attempt to hide her body. She remained seated on the Lord's lap.
Neither of the sisters got time to speak as Voldemort took action first. He raised the hand that was holding Bellatrix's waist and then brought it down in a sharp, loud SMACK on Bellatrix's arse.
"AGGHH," Bellatrix yelped in broken moans.
Narcissa saw the vivid red handprint on her sister's pale skin.
"Did I tell you that you can stop, Bella?" Voldemort's cold voice made both of them realise who was the ultimate master in the room. Bellatrix obeyed immediately and resumed bouncing, completely ignoring the fact that her sister was present. The sound of wet squelches was quickly engulfed by her frantic moans. "Yes, my Lord… yes… ahh."
Narcissa stood there, unable to think properly, watching her sister take their Master on the same bed she had thought belonged to her alone.
Finally, for the first time since entering his bedroom, Voldemort took note of her presence and looked at her. Narcissa could not even meet his gaze as he spoke. "And you too, I ordered you something. Show it to me."
It took a second for Narcissa to realize what the Lord meant. What did he order? Then, it clicked.
Heat flooded Narcissa's face. She knew exactly what he meant. But how could she with Bellatrix here?
Narcissa saw her sister looking in the corner of her eye. Bella must be confused and curious about what the Dark Lord meant. No, no. She could not hesitate, or else she would lose the Lord to Bella.
Still, filled with shame, Narcissa raised her trembling finger and grabbed her outer robe. The next instant, it fell to the floor. She stood there in nothing but the sheer black lingerie that Voldemort brought for her during their time in Paris. Even with more clothes than Bellatrix, Narcissa felt more exposed with the crotchless design.
Bellatrix's eyes widened in genuine shock. "Cissy…?"
Embarrassed, Narcissa brought her hand closer to her body, attempting to save her modesty.
Bellatrix realized that Voldemort's earlier talk was about Narcissa. Her pace slowed down. What was her sister doing, wearing something like that in front of the Lord? Wasn't she married with a child?
Sensing her thought, Voldemort squeezed her bottom and forced her to take him completely. Bellatrix could not dwell longer on her sister's situation as the pleasure slammed through her. At the same time, Voldemort ordered Narcissa to get closer, and once she was near, he reached out, grabbed Narcissa by the wrist, and yanked her onto the bed beside him. At the same time, he snapped at Bellatrix, "Don't you dare slow down."
Narcissa barely had time to gasp before Voldemort pulled her into a brutal, dominating kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her completely. His hand found her chest and kneaded it roughly. Narcissa moaned helplessly into his mouth, hips twitching.
Bellatrix could really not believe her eyes. Still, at no moment did she slow down. She could not disobey him as she kept riding him, the slap of her arse against his thighs growing louder and wetter.
Voldemort broke the kiss with Narcissa just enough to speak.
"Let us see how wet you are now," he murmured, amused, "by watching me fuck your sister."
His free hand slid down Narcissa's body without hesitation. Fingers skimmed the sheer black fabric of the lingerie, then pushed beneath the crotchless panel. Two long fingers found her immediately, slick, swollen, already dripping. He pressed them into her in one smooth thrust. A helpless, high moan tore from her throat before she could stop it. Her hips jerked upward, chasing the intrusion even as shame flooded her face. Narcissa went crazy as Voldemort curled his finger and kept thrusting, and after giving it a few more pumps, he withdrew.
He lifted his hand between them so both sisters could see. His fingers glistened, coated thickly in Narcissa's juices.
Narcissa's face burned. She turned her head away, unable to meet either of their gazes, thighs trembling with the residual ache of how easily he had found her soaked.
"Open," Voldemort ordered Bellatrix, voice sharp.
Bellatrix's eyes widened, but she obeyed at once. Her mouth parted, tongue extending. He pushed the two slick fingers past her lips, forcing them deep. Bellatrix moaned around them.
"Look at you two. How delightful to have the Black sisters serving your Master at once. This is your reward for being faithful to me. Continue like that, and I will give both of you the honor to carry my seed."
Voldemort had no worries about Narcissa. That woman was already his. The problem was Bellatrix was madly in love with him. While this obsession of hers was what made her his absolute loyal servant, Voldemort saw the danger it could pose. If left uncontrolled, it could pose a future danger where it could be manipulated by others or even Bellatrix doing things for this obsession that could go against what Voldemort wanted.
But now, he had already tamed her with words and was in the process of taming her body too.
His conquest was going great. There was Amelia Bones, Narcissa Black, Daphne Greengrass, and now Bellatrix Black.
Soon more would join, and he would use them as he deemed fit for his pleasure and to breed them to produce his heirs.