Three

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"So to summarize," intervened the voice with renewed interest, "you were trapped starkers in a boudoir by a very randy and slightly inebriated Bellatrix Lestrange."

"And Narcissa," corrected Remus pointedly.

"Have you never heard of locking charms, Lupin?" continued the voice as if Remus had not spoken at all.

"After what I had done right before, I don't think I had much to hide, did I?"

"I was apparently mistaken in thinking that people like you, werewolf, keep a certain sense of decency, even in private."

If Remus was offended by his captor's remark, he did not show it. There was a long pause, and he rested his golden eyes on a random point between the two of them. His expression was a complex blend of emotions. He seemed to be struggling with an inner debate that rendered him both serious and annoyed, and yet his forced genuineness also revealed that a part of him was laughing at his own private little joke.

"Are you sure that you want me to tell the rest of this particular tale?" he asked prudently at last, his words giving birth to a very hard glimmer in his interlocutor's eyes.

"You think you know things about me," replied the voice with a calm iciness, "and some of your assumptions are correct. You know how many... confessions I gathered over the years, for what purpose, and following whose orders. You know the lengths I went to, the means I employed, means that granted me more than a fair level of respect. It gave me a reputation. A standing, werewolf, and you are well aware of it. Do you really think that anything you could tell me tonight about Bellatrix's behaviour could possibly be too difficult for me to hear?"

"And Narcissa's..." added Remus, his expression unchanged.

"Oh, but I doubt that Narcissa..." the voice began spontaneously, before it marked a perplexed pause. "It is my understanding that Bellatrix has done far more in her life to offend prude ears than Narcissa ever did. And yes, I am more than interested in hearing what the Dark Lord's favourite did to deprave herself that night."

"Your doubts are misplaced," commented Remus implacably.

"Speak!" came the order, as sharp as a slap. "Tell me what happened after they closed the door behind them!"

Remus did not answer. His eyes were boring in those of his interlocutor, and he refused to lower them, no matter how threatening the shadows that passed in them were. He was starting to put two and two together, and his racing mind had just been struck by an idea. If he was right, then everything made much more sense.... So much indeed, that he felt a discreet shiver run through him and erect the hairs on his forearms and nape.

"Oh, but I know why you brought me here," he articulated in a low voice that rang with self-confidence. "That's the real reason, isn't it? What I'm about to say could be gold to you. I bet you could use all of this to your advantage.... It would be like dropping a bomb in the family, wouldn't it? I can only begin to imagine all the things you could obtain by brandishing that kind of threat under the right noses."

Remus' interlocutor leaned forward, elbows leaning on thighs, so close that he could feel the other's body heat irradiate everywhere on his face.

"You may think what you wish, werewolf," purred the voice in an equally low tone. "I have little care for the petty conclusions of your useless mind. You shall know, nevertheless... that you are wrong. But, now that I think of it... how come an opportunist like you has not used this knowledge for himself then?"

"And what advantage would that represent, pray tell?" asked Remus, tolerating the uncomfortable proximity the best he could. "You think blackmailing Narcissa or Bellatrix might have profited me in any way? I would have embarrassed the Order at the very least, or worse, put it in jeopardy. Either way, the last thing I needed was a group of Death Eaters at my heels."

"It is curious how honesty can transform a man," purred the voice snidely. "Had you been yourself tonight, you would have probably managed to weave me a tale about professional ethics.... Fascinating, isn't it, how true genuineness brings out humans' darker nature?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong," replied Remus, a whisper away from the other's lips, "but I thought you wanted to hear the rest of the story. Shall I continue?"

"By all means," said the voice, before its possessor leaned back again.

"Fine. So Bellatrix and Narcissa walked into the room and closed the door behind them. I did not even have the time to ask what they were doing there before Bellatrix warded it as well. I didn't particularly liked being locked in a warded room with a Death Eater and a Death Eater's wife, but I decided to wait, wand at the ready, until they gave me some explanations.

"'My sister and I have decided that the show is not over,' said Bellatrix playfully, but with an authority that sounded very arrogant. 'We want more.'

"'I wonder what more I could give you, ladies,' I replied politely, smiling and sitting on an armchair while draping my robes strategically over my lap. 'I can't take off more than I already did.'"

"Surely you were not brainless enough to ignore the reason of their intrusion," intervened the voice sarcastically.

"I was not that naïve, obviously. I knew what they wanted, though the details of it were impossible to guess precisely. Nevertheless, I did not want them to believe that they could just burst into a room and take what they wanted without asking. And without paying."

"Ah, of course..." said the voice in the same tone.

"Bellatrix got the hint at once, and her smile broadened.

"'How much?' she asked simply, leaning against the door and crossing her arms over her chest while her sister threw me the haughty glare she probably reserved for her house-elves.

"'It depends on what you want,' I replied.

"'What we want depends on what you can offer, David,' said Bellatrix, casting a quick side-glance in Narcissa's direction. 'Can that big prick of yours handle two very naughty girls?'

"'For a hundred Galleons, sure I can,' I replied, flashing them my most confident smile.

"Narcissa's cheeks flushed with a very strange blend of emotions at my answer. She looked at her sister in what I interpreted as alarm, but Bellatrix's eyes cared little for her. They were far too busy trying to peek underneath my robes. Nevertheless, Narcissa regained her composure in a heartbeat, and she gave me that evaluative glare again.

"'It is far too expensive for your worth, young man,' she said, making me gulp down a chuckle.

"'What are you saying, Cissy!' retorted Bellatrix. 'It's a very standard price for that kind of service.'

"'Oh, and now you're to be considered a connoisseur in matters of this kind?' hissed Narcissa, flushing even more."

"I would not be surprised if she were indeed..." commented the voice with a nasty smile.

"If she was, she was very discreet. I neither crossed her on Knockturn Alley nor did I hear any bloke mention having her as a client, ever. But then, most of them were very professional."

"Drifting again, Lupin," warned the voice. "What did Narcissa do?"

"She turned to her sister and they retreated in a corner of the room. They started whispering and bickering like teenage girls; it was like being back in Hogwarts!"

"Did you hear them?" asked the voice. "What were they arguing about?"

"'I didn't know you had this in mind, Bella!' exclaimed Narcissa. 'I don't want to go this far!'

"'Come on, Cissy!' purred Bellatrix. 'It will be fun! You're green with envy that I got to feel his bollocks and you didn't.'

"'You and your crazy ideas!' hissed Narcissa venomously. 'I am a respectable witch! And I am a respectable wife, too!'

"And, if I may add, she also believed herself to be a respectable mother-to-be," commented Remus with a frown. "I don't know what spell she used to keep showing such a slender figure, but from the smell that hung in the air, it was obvious that she was at least halfway through her pregnancy. Knowing this, I was not particularly keen on having sex with her, and her reticence made much more sense."

"Pregnant or not, she would have behaved in a manner that preserved the family's reputation," corrected the voice self-assuredly. "The same cannot be said about her sister, evidently. I guess Narcissa argued with her a little longer, and seeing that she would not change her stubborn mind, she exited the room?"

"Many things will surprise you about that night," replied Remus with a mocking smile. "She did not exit the room though, of course, both pride and etiquette made her take her wand out and try lifting Bellatrix's wards. The latter Shielded all her attempts. However, she was much calmer when she spoke to her again.

"'Look; this is silly. We are arguing like two schoolgirls and probably look as such; it's below our rank. Nobody forces you to do anything, Cissy, but I really want this. I have that bloke on a silver platter and I'm not going to miss the chance to get him.'

"'You do not need me, then,' replied her sister in a very stuck-up way. 'I see you're capable of committing adultery alone.'

"'That's strictly between my husband and me!' hissed Bellatrix. 'Besides, he's just a prostitute; he's no one! If you ask me, it's no different than charming a well-polished broom handle and using it the right way.'"

"How did you react when you heard her speak of you with so little consideration?" asked the voice with sadistic interest. "You were nothing more than an object to her."

"It would have been very immature of me to be shocked, you know," admitted Remus easily. "I already told you that I was very much aware that most women saw me as a sex toy. She just illustrated that principle in a more literal way. So, as I explained, Bellatrix stopped being playful and she made her sister understand that she would not leave the room before buying what she craved for.

"'You can watch, I don't mind,' she concluded firmly. 'It will be the same as watching him strip, and you did that fine, didn't you? You're more than welcome to join the party if you change your mind later. As for me, I don't intend on wasting one more minute of my time.'

"And without further ado, she plunged a hand into her robes and retrieved a small bag from it. She dropped it on my lap a minute later, after having taken the change out. Not only was I bewildered that she carried that much money with her, but I still could not believe that she agreed to my price without trying to bargain first."

"Being the Dark Lord's pet comes with high expectations, lots of responsibilities and a fair amount of stress. She probably needed to release some steam," said the voice with amused irony.

"Narcissa was still standing next to the door, her fingers fiddling nervously with her wand," Remus continued. "Bellatrix took her robes off and tossed them onto the floor. She was wearing tight black trousers and a dark red corset that was laced with black on the front. It exposed her throat and breasts beautifully."

"So you found her attractive?"

"I found her very sexy. Her face would have been lovelier if she had gotten rid of that superior smirk and that vile hunger in her eyes, but her body was splendid."

"Tell me... how does Remus Lupin, werewolf and sex worker, please a woman?" asked the voice, obviously eager to jump to the spicier details.

"I'd rather say, how did David, werewolf and sex worker, please Bellatrix Lestrange," he corrected with biting wit. "She was no ordinary woman, and I say this both in a positive and a negative way."

"Oh?"

"She walked to me and ran her fingers through my hair with a sweetness that I had not expected from her. Then, she leaned forward, levelling her generous cleavage with my nose, and put her mouth next to my ear.

"'You might want to count my money right now, David,' she cooed. 'I want to get it out of the way so you have your mind all set on your clients' satisfaction.'

"I always asked my clients to pay before the act," Remus explained. "She seemed to see my point, too: it was better to get it out of the way indeed. So I let her stroke my hair at will, and I started counting the Galleons I found inside the leather pouch. I never saw it coming..."

"What happened?" prompted the voice impatiently, due to Remus' hesitation.

"She waited until I was well focused on my task, and she hexed me. I took the hit on my left shoulder; I still have a star-shaped scar on it today. I must have risen a couple of feet in the air, and I landed flat on my back in the middle of the room. I was not quick enough to Summon my wand; the Galleons were still jingling on the floor when she had my arms and legs splayed and tied down."

"One of the Order's bravest knights, no doubt," observed the voice nastily. "It is really a miracle to see you here today... alive. Was it humiliating to be hexed and tied to the floor, naked and helpless?"

"Yes... yes, I was very humiliated," admitted Remus, after losing a brief fight with a controlling force that came from deep within him. "I was at her mercy completely. She was laughing... and her sister, too. I even think that's what finally made up her mind; she decided to stay so she could watch her sister play with me."

"Were you scared?"

"Shaken... and scared," answered Remus with an angry and resentful glitter in his eyes this time. "When I recovered from the shock of hitting the floor, I immediately thought that they had unmasked me. I thought, 'It's over. They know who I am and they're either going to torture me themselves or call for reinforcements.' I believed myself dead already."

"And rightfully so," approved the voice in a slightly exasperated tone. "Any Death Eater with a minimum of self-respect would take pity on such a poor dueller and finish him off. For everybody's sake."

"Must I repeat myself?" retorted Remus mordantly. "Again, this was not a duel. Besides, Bellatrix would have disagreed with you that particular night."

"She is definitely not known for her compassion and mercy," argued the voice.

"'I offered you money and you accepted it, David,' she said, taking a few steps towards me. 'That makes you mine. I can use you in whatever way I fancy: you belong to me. Whether or not you leave with the money is entirely up to you.'

"'What would you like me to do?' I asked, trying to sound calm and cooperative despite my dread and the searing pain in my shoulder.

"She turned to her sister and smiled. They seemed to understand each other in a very intimate way, for Narcissa smiled as well and squirmed with anticipation on her seat. Bellatrix walked around me, slowly, and crouched next to my head.

"'I know your little secret,' she whispered, her face very close to mine. 'You should be exterminated for it, but it would be too easy and boring. Let's promise something to each other, okay? No more lies from now on.'

"And with a wave of her wand, she lifted the Concealing Charm from my body, revealing all my lycanthropy scars."

"How humiliating," mocked the voice.

"I was relieved," replied Remus, looking his interlocutor in the eye. "Incredibly relieved. She had probably felt the presence of my charm while groping me during the show and figured out my condition from my hair or my eyes. Either that, or Mrs Smith had told her that I was sent by Greyback. It was annoying, yes, but a thousand times better than her linking me with the Order."

"What did you tell her?"

"'You know my little secret indeed,' I said softly. She rested her left hand on my chest and traced a scar that disappeared in my back. The Dark Mark was right above my nose.

"'And now you know mine. I guess that makes us even, David,' she said. 'But then, I'm sure it's not the first time you've seen it, given what I know of your employer. I'm sure I can count, like him, on your entire discretion. Should you prove me wrong, werewolf, I guarantee that the treatment awaiting you will make full moon transformations seem like a day at the spa.'"

"A fair warning indeed," commented the voice. "What did she do once she made sure she had your mouth sealed?"

"She sat on my belly and started roaming with her hands all over me. True to her word, she was like a customer examining her new purchase. She took her time, tracing every scar, touching every inch of my skin except what ached to be caressed. I started to wonder where all this was leading us, so I tried to interpret her wishes myself.

"'Your hands feel so good,' I said, while she pinched one of my nipples delicately. 'What can I do for you tonight?'

"'I certainly don't want you to recite bloody Shakespeare!' she growled, twisting my flesh painfully. 'You'll speak only when addressed to; is that clear?'

"'Perfectly clear,' I articulated through clenched teeth.

"'Let's play a little game together,' she began, releasing my nipple and rolling her wand between her fingers. 'My sister and I have no secrets from each other. She knows what I like and I know what she likes. And you, given your career choice, clearly believe you know what women like. Let's compare our knowledge! Each time you guess right, you'll get a reward. Each time you guess wrong... you'll have a little taste of my wand.'"

"This sounds promising," intervened the voice in an anticipatory tone. "Don't you agree?"

"I was not particularly excited at the prospect, no," answered Remus genuinely. "I feared that Bellatrix would use the Cruciatus on me."

"What questions did they ask you?"

"Oh, more or less relevant details. They had me guess what kind of men they preferred, how many lovers they had had in the past, what positions they preferred in bed, what fantasies they had, and so on."

"Did you get punished?"

"Yes. Each time I answered wrong, I received a small hex that felt like a pinch. It was not too painful, and the witches were clearly having a good time, laughing and playing around. I eventually got a little more relaxed and started playing, too. However, when Narcissa asked me to guess what part she preferred in a man and I replied 'his Gringotts vaults', the pinches started to feel more like blows. I sure felt them the following morning."

"What happened after they, inevitably, got tired of their little game?" asked the voice with no trace of sympathy.

"Bellatrix was getting aroused by the sex talk; her cheeks were slightly blushed and she spoke more animatedly. She apparently expected that it would have the same effect on me, for she threw me a dissatisfied glare when she saw that my genitals were completely indifferent. I was just still too much on my guard to be turned on.

"'Looks like I bought a faulty sex toy,' she commented spitefully, looking down on me again.

"'Not at all,' I replied, trying to sound self-assured. 'I am enjoying this immensely, believe me, and I'm really eager to do all the things we talked about. I am just keeping myself for you, darling. I want to be able to last as long as you need me to.'"

"What a big pile of rubbish!" snorted the voice, its owner's eyes rolling exasperatedly.

"I know, but it worked," replied Remus with a smirk. "Not only was her self-esteem preserved, but she caught my drift. She rose and started to undress herself, and I tried to focus on her attributes in hopes that I would finally be able to get a proper erection."

"What did you find the most arousing on her?"

"Her breasts were what I wanted to see the most. Unfortunately, instead of showing them, she started by taking her boots and trousers off with a very annoying slowness. She visibly believed that the sight of her firm little arse would do the trick, but she was wrong, and I started to get frustrated. The bindings were keeping me in a very uncomfortable position, and I was tired of her games."

"Did you want it to stop?" asked the voice.

"I wanted to get the job done, take my money and leave," answered Remus succinctly.

"What finally did it for you?"

"When she turned back and finally faced me, I tried to imagine how her breasts looked like under that corset, and I promised myself that I would see them before long. I became nearly obsessed with the thought that she would take them out for me, even if I had to make her do it. That's when it hit me. The simplicity of it was so striking that I almost slapped myself mentally for not figuring it out sooner.

"She wanted me angry.... She wanted me so enraged that I would break free from my binds and take what I craved for in the most selfish way possible. Had I been more experienced, I would have not taken that long; most dominant personalities secretly fantasize about being dominated."

"And that is your expert advice, I presume?" asked the voice sarcastically.

"It is. I'm sure even Vol..."

"Don't you say his name!" barked the voice, a split second before a hex hit Remus hard on the side of his head.

"...demort would not have minded a good spanking if someone had been daring enough to offer it," he continued daringly in a terse voice. "But let me guess. We're drifting again, aren't we?"

The voice remained deadly silent.

"Let me resume my tale, then.... Bellatrix kept her corset on to tease me, of course, and her black lace knickers as well. She crouched over my thighs and looked into my eyes, taking in the embers of rage she had lit up in them. I was sure she was getting wet just thinking of them, and it definitely did wonders to my prick. She looked down when it throbbed before her and smiled more excitedly this time.

"'Ah, we come to it at last... a first show of appreciation, you selfish little thing,' she said, while her sister craned her neck to get a better view. 'Here, let me show you how generous I can be...'

"She leaned one knee on each side of my thighs and grabbed my testicles. Her touch was so firm and confident that I could not help but grunt in response. She knew exactly what she was doing... and it felt so good! She massaged me for a while, and when I stopped grunting and closed my eyes, she ran her hot tongue all the way up and sucked the tip a few times.... Just enough to make me grunt again, and then she stopped.

"'Tell me how much you like it, David,' she ordered, her hand still against my skin.

"'I love it... it feels so nice...' I panted, my prick aching to feel her tongue again.

"'Do you want me to suck you, David?' she asked, squeezing me pleasantly hard.

"'Yes! Yes, please!' I exclaimed, hearing Narcissa's chair scraping the floor as she pushed it to the side and sat down again.

"'Good boy...' meowed Bellatrix, swooping down on my rigid flesh.

"She took it a bit deeper this time, but did not suck it past my glans. She sucked wonderfully well, however, massaging my bollocks again, and I closed my eyes in delight. She even extended a finger and ran it down, dangerously close to another part of me that needed to be touched. And just as she was about to reach it, she stopped again, her wet mouth suspended just an inch away from my prick. I didn't wait for her to question me.

"'Suck me again, please!' I asked, feeling both aroused and turned off by the shortness of her attentions. It made her giggle quite viciously.

"'You're asking too nicely, David...' she said in a disappointed tone. 'I'm afraid I'll have to take back a little of what I gave so generously a minute ago...'

"And she stayed there, waving her hips from left to right, knowing that I imagined what pleasure the friction of her panties was giving her. She even started blowing her warm breath over my glans, chuckling each time it throbbed. I was getting more impatient with each passing second; she was driving me crazy."

"Let me guess... you found more despicable ways to beg, werewolf?" asked the voice, breaking the thick silence of Remus' pause for the first time in long minutes.

"No... I was still too much aware of her true wishes to do that. I tried to lift my hips, and that's what changed everything," explained Remus with a clever smile. "She moved away and found herself very naughty in doing so, but I realized that my right ankle could stir quite freely. I tried to free myself and struggled discreetly but, to my surprise, the bind wrapped itself even tighter around me. I was puzzled for a while, but then Bellatrix risked a very calculated lick. My hips followed her movement to get more, and the same thing happened again: the binds slackened around my ankles. I figured out that the binds did not react to my movements, but to my intentions. If I struggled to break free and escape, they tightened. If I struggled to take something I craved for, they loosened."

"A tricky little charm, but very useful," commented the voice with a hint of admiration. "Had you not been so soft-tempered, it would have had practically no effect on you. I am not surprised you did not know of it: that kind of magic flirts far too much with the Dark Arts to interest you..."

"Oh, I learned it after that episode, and it earned me substantial tips," Remus retorted, huffing at the voice's remark.

"What did you do once you finally figured out how the spell worked?"

"Bellatrix deprived me of her attentions and took the same from me instead. She kneeled over my face, tossed her panties aside and pressed her moistness against my mouth.

"'Lick me,' she ordered in a thick voice that matched the state of her arousal.

"I obeyed, letting her silky skin slide against my tongue and tearing involuntary growls of approval from her throat. I let her enjoy herself for a while, guiding me with harsh orders so I caressed her exactly as she wanted, and slapping me each time I did not comply quickly enough. Meanwhile, I was concentrating. I formed a little plan of my own, thinking of the things I wanted to do after I was freed from my bindings. When I found an image that exactly captured the object of my lust, I moved my limbs all at once in one firm pull. The magical binds vanished and Narcissa gasped in surprise.

"I pushed myself down and sat up. A moment later, Bellatrix was laying flat on her back, my fingers gripping her throat and keeping her still. Narcissa had jumped to her feet and was retrieving her wand when her sister spoke.

"'No, Cissy!' she exclaimed in a strained voice, extending a shaky hand towards her. 'Don't!' Narcissa reluctantly complied and sat down, her wand at the ready, nevertheless."

The voice was still completely silent. Its possessor was listening raptly, all questions forgotten.

"The look on Bellatrix's face!" exclaimed Remus almost fondly. "I shall never forget it. They were gleaming with victory and satisfaction, and yet they were still fierce with hatred and anger at being dominated the way she was. She was breathtaking, really. I moved my face very close to hers and uttered a single word: 'Lick.'

"And she did. Her glance boring into mine, she lapped the remains of her arousal off my face and did not even try to break free from my grip, which was probably painful by then. She enthralled me as much as I enthralled her, I admit, for I stopped thinking by then and let my senses take control over me. My prick ached because of my too great patience, and I wanted to take what I believed was rightfully mine.

"My free hand slid down her corset until it met bare skin. I parted her labia with my fingers, slowly, exerting more pressure only when she started kissing me properly. When I finally inserted two fingers inside her, Bellatrix's moan intertwined with another."

"Narcissa?" said the voice at last, surprise piercing through it.

"We both turned our heads towards her. She had slipped a hand inside her cleavage and was kneading her breast, knees parted, nobility and decorum enthusiastically discarded. Bellatrix chuckled and started nibbling my earlobe. That is something I particularly liked, and my prick throbbed again against her skin. I even released her throat in my enthusiasm. She twisted her lower body and tried to level her moistness with it, but I stopped her with a hard stare. Straightening up and grabbing my member, I pressed it against her mouth and ordered her to open it.

"'No,' she retorted, her glance supporting mine.

"'Surely you don't want us to play with hexes again,' I warned, jerking my chin in the direction of my wand.

"'I don't care. I won't suck you,' she replied stubbornly. 'Give me what I want.'

"'Is that what you want, princess?' I growled, giving her a light slap. 'You like being roughed around, don't you?'

"'Fuck you!' she barked, pleasure still obvious in her voice despite her anger. 'Give me what I paid for!'

"That witch... she knew how to work things at her advantage, and she knew exactly how and when to push them too far. Her insult triggered something in me that I have experienced very rarely in my life."

"Having a backbone?" said the voice with eagerness.

"Some... violent instinct that I did not know was in my human nature," Remus explained with emotion. "All the urge she had created reached its peak the moment she uttered these words, and I lost it. I grabbed her corset with both hands and ripped it open; she nearly screamed out of joy. I swooped down on her full breasts with perverted eagerness and mistreated her nipples with my teeth until her fists started beating my shoulders and arms.

"Once I had abused her bosom as I wanted, I grabbed her waist and made her lean on all fours. I trapped her hair tight in my fist and pressed the tip of my prick against her flesh, hard enough so she would feel how swollen it was, but just lightly enough so she would crave to have it in deeper.

"'Is that what you want?' I growled in a low voice that I did not know I possessed.

"'Yes!' she exclaimed breathlessly.

"'You'll have to ask it nicely," I hissed, seeking revenge for the way she had treated me.

"'No! Just do it!' she replied, her voice breaking.

"'Do what? Say it!' I barked, giving a firm pull on her hair and a slight push with my hips."

"It was a fight you were sure to lose," interrupted the voice. "She never gave up, right?"

"I will never know," answered Remus enigmatically. "We argued for a while indeed. I spanked her, probed her with my fingers, my tongue, even her own wand. Nothing did the trick. She clung to her stubbornness desperately... and enjoyed it as much. But after a few minutes, someone else intervened.

"'Take her, David,' rasped Narcissa's voice beside us. 'Take her now! I want to see you take her!'

"I turned towards her and my jaw dropped. She had unbuttoned the front of her robes and exposed her breasts to both my glance and her delicate hands. Her fingers were buried into her knickers and she was moving them frantically, panting, her eyes fixed on my erection. When she groaned and arched her back, it was already too late. Bellatrix had taken advantage of my inattention and rammed her arse against my hips, taking me all in."

"How did she feel?" asked the voice huskily.

"She was so aroused that I entered effortlessly, but she tightened around me the minute my bollocks crushed against her skin. Arguing and fighting was pointless by then. I possessed her with my prick, with my fingers... with both, at times. Each time I feared hurting her and thrust more conservatively, she moved back harder against me. She was still in control, the little minx, and it drove me mad with lust. Her hoarse moans turned into screams and drowned out the harsh orders her sister was giving me. I felt her tighten stronger around me and clasped my hand on her nape, clenching my teeth, desperate to last longer than they would. Bellatrix gave in a few thrusts later, her climax sucking my orgasm out of me until we both collapsed onto the floor. Narcissa's faint moans reassured me that she was as content as we were."

"One question remains about that episode, however," said the voice, expressionless. "Did you leave with your money or not?"

"With each and every hard-earned Galleon," answered Remus with a tired but genuine smile.

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Author's notes

As always, special thanks to the irreplaceable Vaughn, who is the beta for all my fanfics. Thanks for reading; comments are always appreciated, for they make me progress as a writer!