fembuck | Fic: The Games We Play (Bellatrix/Narcissa, Harry Potter)

Title: The Games We Play
Author: Janine
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bellatrix/Narcissa
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: With Lucius locked away in Azkaban, Bellatrix decides to take over his husbandly duties.
Beta:wishing_wounds. Thank you so much, bb!

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A pale eyebrow arched high on Narcissa Malfoy’s forehead as the door to her bedroom opened and her sister walked in, looking quite unlike Narcissa had ever seen Bellatrix before. The foot Bellatrix used to kick the door shut was shoved into an expense black, leather loafer that was a far cry from the tall, knee-high black boots Bellatrix usually cavorted about in.

“Bella,” Narcissa breathed out. The corner of her lip twitched as she tried to suppress a smile. She wasn’t certain of Bellatrix’s mood yet, and if her sister was in one of her dark humors she didn’t want to provoke her.

“Sweetheart,” Bella greeted, opening her arms wide as she beamed at the pale blonde, “You may breathe easy. I have returned home safe and sound. Won’t you welcome me with a kiss?”

Narcissa hesitated. She was thrown for a moment by Bellatrix’s strange exuberance, but she soon pushed her anxiousness aside and smiled.

“Yes, of course my love,” Narcissa replied.

Bellatrix was certainly in a strange mood, but the blonde could tell that it wasn’t a dangerous mood, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Still smiling warmly, Narcissa began to move towards her dark sister. As she did her eyes traversing across Bellatrix’s frame and taking in her sister’s rather unusual choice of clothes.

Bellatrix wore a black collared shirt that clung tightly to her womanly curves. At the top of her shirt was the knot of an equally dark tie, the end of which was lost beneath the buttons of the black, fitted blazer her sister wore over her shirt. Bellatrix’s pants were as black as the rest of her outfit, and just as fitted. They tapered as they went down, accentuating the dark woman’s shapely legs.

Narcissa almost smiled again. What Bellatrix was wearing looked very much like the suits Narcissa had purchased for Draco, and as she stepped into Bellatrix’s open arms, the blonde wondered if her sister had raided her son’s closet for something to wear. They were of similar height, and though Narcissa never would have mentioned it in Draco’s presence, her son’s frame was slim enough that Bellatrix conceivably could have worn his clothes without appearing ridiculous in them.

However, upon closer inspection of the outfit, Narcissa could see that none of the items Bellatrix was wearing were ones that she had bought. That and the fact that the suit was perfectly tailored for her sister’s body, ruled Draco’s closet out as the source of Bellatrix’s new attire.

The cut was very familiar though. The style too, and Narcissa wondered if Bellatrix got the outfit from the same place where Lucius…

Narcissa’s eyes closed as Bellatrix’s arms wrapped around her. Her sister held her tightly and Narcissa rested her head on her raven-haired woman’s shoulder. As Bella’s touch warmed her body, Narcissa pressed her lips lightly to the column of her sister’s throat, breathing in as pink lips nuzzled pale skin.

Flaxen eyelashes fluttered as Narcissa’s nose picked up top notes of Cardamon, ginger and lemon, mixed with iris root, black cinnamon, and clove buds, with a dry note of frankincense and patchouli. The scent was bold and fresh, masculine. She recognized the woodsy scent well. It was the cologne she had been purchasing for Lucius for years.

The tip of Narcissa’s nose inched along Bellatrix’s throat, her lips following the path it laid out until Narcissa could see beyond Bellatrix to the large cherry-wood dresser on the opposite side of the room. Earlier that day there had been a forest green bottle of Iza Luxe resting on top of it, but as Narcissa gazed at the dresser over Bellatrix’s shoulder she could see that the bottle was gone.

Narcissa pulled back from Bellatrix with a speculative look in her eyes, now reasonably certain that she knew what mad game her sister was playing this time. Keeping her eyes locked on Bellatrix’s eyes, Narcissa reached out, placing her hand on her sister’s hip.

Bellatrix smiled at her, smug and yet playful in a way only Bellatrix could manage, and Narcissa dropped her hand lower and moved it between her sister’s legs feeling a distinct bulge.

“Sister,” Narcissa gasped, her eyes widening innocently though the slight twitching at the corner of her lips gave away her amusement, “there’s something in your pants. And it’s big,” she whispered sounding scandalized even as she boldly rubbed her hand against the bulge.

“It is big isn’t it?” Bellatrix responded, pleased. “That should be a nice change for you,” she smirked. Bellatrix never missed an opportunity to insult Lucius, and Narcissa was long practiced in ignoring the barbs her sister launched upon her husband. “Tonight,” Bellatrix declared proudly, “your husband shall satisfy you … completely,” she continued, practically purring the last word.

“Husband?” the blonde asked curiously, glacier blue eyes burning with inquisitiveness as she continued to move her hand between Bellatrix’s legs.

“Yes.” Bellatrix’s voice was soft and breathy and Narcissa was uncertain whether her sister was answering her question or simply responding to what her hand was doing between her legs. “I’m your husband now,” Bellatrix continued, moving her hand to cover the one Narcissa had between her legs. “Can you feel my love, Cissy?”

“Mm,” Narcissa breathed out. “I feel it Bella,” she whispered, squeezing the package in her hand and rubbing harder, making Bellatrix roll her hips and groan. “I feel it.”

“Do you want to taste it?” Bellatrix asked. “Do you want to taste my love?”

Narcissa dipped her head down and nodded shyly, gazing up at Bellatrix through her eyelashes.

Bellatrix breathed in deeply, and Narcissa bit down on her bottom lip to stop from smiling. Bellatrix was so easy sometimes, so like Lucius at times, despite her protests to the contrary. They both so desperately liked to feel as if they were in control.

Narcissa stroked Bellatrix one more time, the motion long and firm, and then – with her eyes still bashfully downcast – she dropped to her knees and moved her hands towards the button in the center of the waistband of Bellatrix’s pants.

She’d anticipated Bellatrix taking Lucius’ place in her bed the moment he was convicted, but she hadn’t anticipated this particular twist. It mattered not. Narcissa was good at acting and Bellatrix was as easy to manipulate with her feminine wiles as Lucius was.

Kneeling in front of Bellatrix, Narcissa kept her eyes wide and trained on sister’s face as she freed Bellatrix’s magically engorged clit from the confines of her pants. Narcissa’s tongue peeked out from between her lips, and the wet the soft, plump flesh.

Bellatrix’s hips jerked, and Narcissa felt the hard tip of her sister’s clit brush against her bottom lip.

‘So impatient’, she thought, smiling inside as she licked at the head of what was usually Bellatrix’s bud, lapping lightly in a way she knew would drive her sister crazy.

Calloused fingers brushed her cheek roughly, and then Narcissa felt her sister’s strong fingers tangling in her hair, fisting the flaxen locks. Narcissa felt Bellatrix against her lips again, and keeping her eyes trained on the dazzling blue of the raven-haired woman’s eyes, she slowly parted her lips and took Bellatrix into her mouth.

Bellatrix moaned, and Narcissa dropped her eyes so that her sister wouldn’t see the smugness in them.

Lucius was in Azkaban, but it looked like it would be business as usual for Narcissa – only she’d be on the receiving end of better oral, which she had to admit would be a welcome change of pace. Bellatrix was wrong about how endowed Lucius was, but there were certain things that her sister could do better than him. Eating pussy was one of them.

“Oh my,” the blonde gasped, pulling back from Bellatrix, her eyes moving up to regard her sister again as she stared up at her with slightly swollen, parted lips. “It’s too big, Bella. I think I’m going to choke,” she continued, forcing a note of alarm into her voice as she giggled inside.

“Damn right you are,” Bella replied yanking Narcissa’s head back and forcing herself past her little sister’s still parted lips.

Moaning, Narcissa took Bellatrix into her mouth with practiced ease. Bellatrix liked it when she acted innocent, but her sister would still want to benefit from Narcissa’s experience.

Blood red, professionally painted nails scraped up Bellatrix’s thighs, and the raven-haired beauty trembled. Narcissa smiled to herself, and looking back up at Bellatrix, she allowed her teeth to carefully, and gently scrape against Bellatrix’s shaft. Her sister’s eyes rolled back in her head, the threat of pain heightening the pleasure of feeling Narcissa’s lips around her, and moving her hand between Bellatrix’s legs, Narcissa effortlessly slipped a finger inside of her sister’s salivating pussy.

Bellatrix was always more fond of games than Narcissa was, but as the blonde began to move her finger in and out of her sister, she knew that she would enjoy this particular amusement for as long as it lasted.

The End