Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6726
Characters: Madeleine Yaxley (OC), Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Bellatrix Lestrange, Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy

Dear Mum,

I am seeing a boy named Rabastan Lestrange. He is tall with dark hair and dark blue eyes and he smiles a lot. I don't know if you know the Lestranges, but they are related to the Blacks by marriage. Rab's brother Rodolphus is married to Bellatrix Black, so they are a good family. Anyway, Rab has invited me to stay with him and his family over the Christmas holiday. Can I? Please? I promise I will bring him home to meet you over Easter.

Love,
Maddy

Dear Maddy,

You may. Just remember what we talked about. I love you.

Love,
Mum

As he had promised, Rabastan never made her bleed. He used his hands and his mouth on her, and sometimes half his cock, and, in exchange, she used her hands and mouth on him, learning what pleased him and following his every direction.

But just because he did not make her bleed didn't mean that he didn't hurt her. He liked hurting her, Madeleine quickly realised. His rough fingers frequently left bruises on her fair skin, and his teeth marked the tender flesh of her breasts and thighs until she bit her lip and tears ran down her cheeks. She didn't like it, but how could she tell him that? What if he thought it meant she didn't like him anymore?

She was in love with him, she decided. The intensity of the pleasure he gave her made her sure of it. But when she told him she loved him, he would only grin and roll his eyes. When she talked of them being married once they left school, he seemed open, if noncommittal, to the idea.

"How will I know if you'll make a good wife until you let me fuck you?" he said once. "If you really loved me, you'd do it." She had quickly dropped the subject.

She knew that if she tried hard to please him as much as he pleased her, he would be overwhelmed by love, and would be unable to think of marrying anyone but her.

Sure enough, at the beginning of December, he gave her something she decided was the next best thing to a proposal of marriage.

"Do you want to come home with me at Christmas?" he asked as they quickly adjusted their clothing in a chilly and deserted corridor between classes.

Her eyes widened. "What? You want me to meet your family?"

"Sure." He grinned lazily. "And I'd miss having that hot little mouth of yours around my cock. Three weeks is a long time."

She blushed and smiled. "I'd love to come home with you! I'll write to Mum right away! I'm sure she'll say yes. You come from a really good family, after all. But you have to come home with me at Easter and meet her, okay?"

He shrugged and slapped her arse playfully as they rounded the corner and rejoined the flow of students. "Whatever."

Madeleine shifted nervously on the doorstep, snow swirling around her and Rabastan as the chiming of the doorbell died away. A moment later, the door opened to reveal a tall, lovely, dark-haired woman in her early twenties. She smiled, showing off perfect teeth.

"Rab! You're early. And you must be Madeleine," she said, standing aside to let them in. Her voice was low and sultry. "We've heard so much about you. Welcome to our home. I'm Bellatrix, Rab's sister-in-law. You can call me Bella."

Bellatrix helped them off with their coats, and then embraced each of them warmly, planting kisses on their cheeks. She smelled of something sweet and dark, Madeleine noticed, like spiced roses and blood. Her movements were as graceful as a dancer. She made Madeleine feel awkward and very, very young. Oh, to be like this beautiful, sophisticated woman! Madeleine could think of nothing she wanted more. Surely then Rab would beg for her hand in marriage.

Bellatrix lead them down the hallway and into the sitting room. A blond couple lounged on a plush velvet loveseat, and a man who, by his looks, could only be Rabastan's brother sat on the floor, back resting against the sofa.

All eyes turned curiously toward Madeleine as she entered the room. Bellatrix made the introductions.

"Dolph, Lucius, Cissy, this is Rab's friend Madeleine. She'll be staying with us for the holidays. Won't that be lovely? Madeleine, my husband Rodolphus, my sister Narcissa, and her husband Lucius Malfoy."

"I'm very pleased to meet you." Madeleine bobbed a nervous curtsey and allowed Rabastan to lead her to a seat on the sofa.

"I've just made some hot mulled wine, Madeleine. Would you like some?" Bellatrix smiled warmly.

"Oh, yes!" Madeleine said. "Mum only lets me have wine sometimes. She says --" she broke off, blushing.

Rodolphus turned toward her. "What does she say?"

Madeleine blushed even deeper. His eyes were just like his brother's, and the same look was there in them when he turned his gaze on her.

"She says --" She swallowed nervously, feeling young and silly. "She says wine fuddles the wits, and that a lady of good breeding should always keep her wits about her, or men will try to take advantage."

Narcissa's mouth tightened, but Bellatrix laughed prettily and turned toward the doorway. "You're among friends here, Dear. No need to worry about that. I'll fetch the wine."

The blond man cast her a lazy smile that was half a smirk. "So your mother is witty and wise, is she? If she's half as lovely as you, girl, that's a rare combination in a woman. I've a mind to pay a call on her myself."

Madeleine couldn't tell if he was complimenting her or mocking her. She gave him a nervous smile.

"Leave Maddy alone, Lucius," Rabastan said carelessly, reclining against the arm of the sofa and pulling her against him. His fingers lightly brushed her breast. She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed.

Lucius's smirk remained in place. "I'm not hurting her, boy. Just passing the time. Surely polite conversation extends to enquiries about her family?"

"Her mother is Cartimandua Venuti-Yaxley." Bellatrix had returned, bearing a tray of gently-steaming goblets. "Isn't that right, Maddy?"

Madeleine nodded, accepting one of the goblets from Bellatrix.

"Normally I'd have the house-elf serve us," Bellatrix said apologetically, "but I can't abide having the ugly thing in the sitting room. Besides, it's my own recipe, and I don't trust those beasts with some of the ingredients."

Madeleine sniffed the wine cautiously. It smelled delicious. She took a sip. It was warm and sweet on her tongue, tasting of fruit and spices and something else she could not quite identify.

Bellatrix seated herself on the arm of the sofa next to her husband, sipping her own wine. "I think we've met her mother a time or two, Dolph," she said. "She's doesn't get out in Society much. Because of the scandal over your father?"

For a second, Madeleine was taken aback. She knew people whispered about what had happened to her father, but no one had ever asked her about it directly. It seemed almost taboo. But the last thing she wanted was for this sophisticated pure-blood goddess and the rest of Rabastan's family to think her silly and easily-shocked.

"Er -- I think so," she said slowly. "Mum was really sad after Dad ... left. She likes to keep to herself."

"That's not what I've heard." Lucius Malfoy was still smirking. "I've heard that the good widow Yaxley likes anything but keeping to herself."

"Lucius!" Narcissa hissed. "You forget yourself. Madeleine is a guest in my sister's house, as are you."

Lucius raised his glass to Madeleine, and gave her a wink. "I apologise most humbly if I have caused you any offence, Miss Yaxley," he said.

She blushed again. They were going to think her such a child if she kept doing that! "None taken."

"A Venuti and a Yaxley, eh?" Rodolphus was giving her an evaluating look that made her feel as if she had no clothes on. "That's good blood." He turned to Rabastan and grinned. "Well done, little brother. You should probably try to keep this one."

"She might do." This time, his hand came around and gave her breast a definite squeeze.

"Rab!" she hissed, poking him sharply with an elbow.

Lucius laughed outright at that. "Don't worry, girl. We're very ... informal here."

His own hand slid down over his wife's shoulder and into the vee of her blouse. Her mouth tightened, but she did not try to prevent him or move away.

"Maddy's cool," Rabastan told them with a lazy smile.

His other large hand, which had so far been content to rest warm against her waist, began inching its way up under her jumper to cup a breast through the thin material of her shirt. She tried her best to look nonchalant. It was so crucial that she impress these people; her entire future in the pure-blood world might depend upon it.

"Have you let him put it in you yet?" Narcissa asked sharply, causing Madeleine to nearly spill her wine in shock.

She took a deep breath and tried to keep herself from blushing again. "No. I -- no! I never --"

Bellatrix laughed at that. "Make him work for it, girl!"

"Now, Sister!" Narcissa's voice rang with indignation. "She's perfectly right to refuse him, as is any good pure-blood woman's duty."

"Saving it for the wedding night, are you?" Lucius enquired. "Narcissa was the same. At first. I managed to persuade her otherwise, in the end."

His other hand now rested on his wife's thigh, inching up under her skirt. Narcissa's face was unreadable.

"See?" Rabastan whispered in her ear. She could feel his breath, warm on her neck, and shivered. "We're all good pure-bloods here. Now, kiss me."

There was nothing she could do then but turn toward him. It was a new experience, to be pressed flush against him, lying on the soft cushions of the sofa in the warm sitting room. All their awkward trysts to date had been against the cold stone of disused Hogwarts corridors and empty classrooms. She wondered if there was any chance she might be able to sneak into his room and sleep next to him tonight. Maybe even naked. The thought was delicious and wicked and romantic all at once. Then Rabastan's hand slid up under her skirt.

"No!" she hissed. "Not here! They'll see."

He chuckled. "They're too busy to see, and they wouldn't mind if they did."

She looked around the room to see that he spoke the truth. Lucius had Narcissa on his lap, and was doing something that caused her to moan softly. Rodolphus was on his knees with his face buried between his wife's breasts, his hands sliding up under her skirt.

"Oh," Madeleine said softly.

"Now, let me feel how hot you are for me, sexy girl," he murmured against her neck, nudging her thighs apart.

She didn't know what to say or think. Part of her was shocked, but another part of her wondered if this wasn't the sort of thing sophisticated adults did all the time. Her mother had never said anything about it. She could ask sometime, but what if this wasn't normal? Her mother might be shocked -- might even try to stop her seeing Rabastan -- and Madeleine knew she would just die if that happened. She couldn't ask Bellatrix either, she realised, without seeming unsophisticated herself.

The only thing for it was to go along with it, she decided. She liked doing things with Rabastan, after all, and as long as she stayed pure, there would be no harm done. Ever so slightly, she began to relax.

Rabastan felt the tension go out of her, and pressed the advantage, inching his hand farther up until his fingers brushed against her knickers. Madeleine bit back a gasp as he flicked the garment aside and began teasing her with the tip of a large, blunt finger. Bellatrix heard her, and caught her eye before Madeleine could look away. The woman surveyed the girl's wide eyes and flushed cheeks with a smile.

"It's all right, Maddy," she said. "There's nothing wrong with feeling pleasure. No one is going to make you do anything you don't want to. We like you, and we'd like to give you a proper welcome to the family. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes!" she breathed, trying to ignore Rabastan's probing fingers. It was almost as good as Rabastan saying he would marry her. "I'd like that very much."

"Good." Bellatrix stood up, pushing Rodolphus away from her. "Come with me, Maddy."

Madeleine rose, as if entranced, and followed her down the hall to an enormous, lushly-furnished bedchamber. Pillows and cushions of silk were piled high on the bed, and the walls were hung with beautiful tapestries of dancing nymphs and other magical woodland creatures.

"Oh, it's lovely!" Madeleine said. "Is this where I'll be sleeping?"

"We all will, Dear."

"All?" Madeleine said weakly.

Laughing, Bellatrix laid a hand on her shoulder. "Think of it like a big family sleepover. Like I said, no one will make you do anything against your will in this house. I promise you that. But I think you already know there's plenty of fun to be had in bending the rules a little. Hmmm?"

Bellatrix was very close. Madeleine could smell the mulled wine on her breath and feel the heat of her body. Her lips were full and red, and suddenly they were touching hers.

Her kiss was nothing like Rabastan's. His was hard and demanding; hers was soft and coaxing. Madeleine had heard of the idea of two women fancying one another before, but Bellatrix couldn't be one of those women. She had a husband, didn't she? Madeleine had no idea what Bellatrix meant by doing such an extraordinary thing, but she knew that more than anything, she wanted to impress this beautiful woman, who seemed the embodiment of everything Madeleine herself wanted to be. She gave herself up completely to the kiss, parting her lips for Bellatrix's hungry tongue.

"Now, that is a sight worth seeing."

Madeleine jumped and pulled away from Bellatrix to see Lucius leaning against the door frame with Rabastan behind him, carrying the tray of goblets.

"You see that, boy?" Lucius said. "There aren't many more delicious sights in the world than two beautiful women together. Except maybe three. It's also an amusing use of the Imperius Curse, by the way, if you'd just bother to learn it."

Rabastan's eyes were on Bellatrix, whose arms were still around Madeleine's waist. "Yeah," he said. "Maybe I should."

Bellatrix laughed. "Now, Rab, haven't I taught you that a willing woman is always much more fun?"

Rabastan shrugged at that, setting down the tray on a small end table. "Guess so," he said grudgingly. "A fuck's a fuck, I say."

He came toward her then, and the look in his eyes made Madeleine's breath catch in her throat.

"Come here, sexy girl," he said, pulling her roughly away from Bellatrix. When he pressed her against him, she could feel the hard bulge in his trousers. He studied her eyes for a moment. "Have some more wine."

"Oh, yes please!" she said as he reached for a goblet. "It's really very good. What do you put in it?"

"Dragon's blood," Rodolphus said, coming into the room behind Narcissa. "It -- ah -- stimulates the senses."

"Oh," said Madeleine. "Well, that's -- good, I suppose."

"It just means it makes you feel happy and relaxed," Rabastan told her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Now, drink up while Bella makes the bed."

She turned in time to see Bellatrix wave her wand over the bed, which began to expand in all directions. When she was finished, the bed filled half the room, and was so high that Lucius had to stand on a chair to climb onto it, helping his wife up behind him.

Rodolphus gave Madeleine and Bellatrix a mocking bow. "Ladies first."

Madeleine climbed up behind Bellatrix, and Rabastan "helped" her up with a squeeze of her arse.

Soon, they were all lounging on the bed's silken cushions, sipping wine. The wine made Madeleine feel warm and relaxed and much more comfortable than she would have expected under the circumstances, but not in a sleepy way. She nestled closer against Rabastan, enjoying the feel of his arm around her waist. His other hand was casually flicking open the buttons of her shirt, but she found she didn't mind.

Bellatrix lay on Madeleine's other side. "So," she said conversationally, as her husband tugged her skirt off her, exposing black lace knickers, "you said you haven't let young Rab put his cock in you yet. Does that mean you're a virgin?"

She didn't blush this time, perhaps because her face was already warm with wine. "Yes," she admitted. "My mother says --"

"Oh, phooey on mothers!" Bellatrix said playfully, laying her hand over Madeleine and Rabastan's intertwined ones. "All our mothers said the same, but no one really expects you to abide too closely by those old-fashioned rules. You know as well as I do that there's lots of room to play. And I'll wager your mother did the same."

Madeleine had never really thought of her mother as a teenager, possessed by the same thoughts and feelings that seemed to overwhelm her on a daily basis, but she must have been at one time.

"Everyone knows your mother has taken half the pure-blood men in England to her bed at one time or another, Maddy," Bellatrix continued. "But we don't judge her for it. She enjoys sex. Most women do."

"She kept herself pure for my father, though," Madeleine ventured doubtfully. Rabastan's hands were beginning to wander again, and Rodolphus and Lucius were listening to the conversation with some interest.

"I'm sure she did," Bellatrix soothed. "But we both know that it's possible to stay pure and still have our fun. I'm sure you've let our little brother touch you a bit, and I'll bet you've enjoyed it."

"Yes," she admitted quietly.

"Well, there you have it! A little fun never harmed anyone. And we do love having fun here, Maddy." She brushed Rabastan's hand off Madeleine's thigh and replaced it with her own. "What do you say, girl?"

Madeleine stared at the other woman's long, elegant fingers caressing her pale skin. She raised her eyes and looked at each man and woman, all, by now, in varying states of undress. Rabastan, with his smiling, hooded eyes that gave away nothing; Lucius, with his ever-present smirk; Rodolphus, with his hungry eyes; tightlipped Narcissa; beautiful, graceful, sophisticated, elegant Bellatrix, who had kissed her so sweetly. Like she had said, where was the harm in it? Bellatrix herself had promised that no harm would come to her.

"All right," she breathed at last. "I suppose if you put it that way, it's okay."

Bellatrix smiled at that, and bent her head to capture Madeleine's lips once more.

Madeleine closed her eyes. A hand cupped her breast, but she wasn't sure whose it was. She was keenly aware of Bellatrix's hand making its way slowly up her thigh. Would this sensual woman touch her like Rabastan had, or would it be different? She felt a thrill that was at once fear and excitement.

Then she opened her eyes and saw that everyone was looking at her. She gasped and pulled away from Bellatrix involuntarily, a blush staining her cheeks.

"She's self-conscious," Lucius declared. "Be a good hostess, Bella. Make her more comfortable."

Bellatrix laughed. "Of course! How silly of me! Clothes off, everyone!"

There was a quick scuffle as everyone but Madeleine rushed to shed their remaining clothing. She hesitated, but, not wanting to appear shy and childish, she removed her own skirt, stockings and shirt, leaving her in her bra and knickers.

"Better," Bellatrix said approvingly. "But not quite good enough. Here, Maddy, let us help you with those. Rab?"

Rabastan pulled her close so her back pressed against his naked chest, and snaked an arm around to flick open the catch of her bra. Bellatrix laid her hands on the girl's hips and gently helped her out of her knickers.

"You're beautiful, Maddy," she told the girl. "You should be proud. Men will worship at the altar of your body, if you give them half a chance."

"Thank you," Madeleine whispered, awed by the other woman's words.

Bellatrix must be right, she thought. After all, she knew so much about men and the world. But from the way the three men were staring at her, Madeleine wasn't sure if it was worship they had in mind, or eating her alive. Their cocks stood up hard and swollen, and something about seeing three of them at once felt especially exciting and scandalous to Madeleine.

She saw Lucius touch Narcissa on the arm, and without hesitating, the blonde woman lowered her head and took him in her mouth. But Lucius's eyes never left Madeleine.

"He likes to watch," Rabastan told her, nibbling her ear.

"He also likes stories," Bellatrix added. "Tell us, Maddy dear, what have you been letting this clumsy oaf do to your sweet little body?"

"Rab's really good," she insisted, loyally defending the man she loved. "He uses his hands and sometimes his mouth, and it always feels amazing. Twice," she admitted, "I let him put part of his -- staff inside me. Just a little way. That was okay, wasn't it?" she asked, suddenly worried.

"Of course it was, dear," Bellatrix said soothingly, stroking Madeleine's knees. "It felt good, didn't it? And there was no blood? Then, no harm done."

She relaxed a little more at this pronouncement. Rabastan had said it would be all right, but she hadn't entirely believed him.

"However," Bellatrix went on, "my brother-in-law is only a boy. He has a lot to learn about how to please a woman. But then, no one can ever know how to really pleasure a woman -- except another woman." She smiled and Madeleine, showing off her perfect teeth. "Will you let me show you, sweet Maddy? I promise you'll thank me for it."

Madeleine felt breathless. She nodded, unable to look away from the other woman's dark eyes. Bellatrix squeezed her knees, then pressed them gently apart.

She had never felt so vulnerable -- so exposed -- in all her life. When she and Rabastan had fooled around, they had never had the opportunity to undress, and now her naked body lay open to the staring eyes of five people, four of whom, before tonight, had been strangers.

But when Bellatrix bent her head between Madeleine's thighs, she forgot everything else. The only thing that existed in the world was the playful and sweetly-pointed tongue of Bellatrix Lestrange. Her head fell back on Rabastan's chest, and she relaxed completely in his arms as exquisite pleasure washed over her.

She heard a moan, and thought for a moment that she had made the sound herself, before realising that she had felt the vibration of it against the sensitive flesh between her legs. Madeleine opened her eyes and saw that Rodolphus had moved behind Bellatrix, grabbed her hips, and was pushing into her.

Bellatrix raised her head. "Did you like that, Maddy?" she asked.

Caught staring, all Madeleine could think to do was nod.

"You taste so sweet and fresh," Bellatrix said, licking her lips. "Do you like watching Dolph fuck me, too?"

Madeleine bit her lip, unsure what to say. She hadn't decided yet how she felt about everything that was happening.

"It feels good," Bellatrix told her. "Dolph has a nice, thick cock. I'm sure you noticed." She moaned and ground her hips back against her husband. "I think he wants to fuck you with it, Maddy. He's probably thinking about fucking your hot little cunt right now, while he's inside me."

"I'd never -- not your husband!"

"No? I wouldn't mind. Fair's fair; he lets me do as I please, and he can do much the same. As long as I get to watch. I think I'd enjoy watching my big husband fuck you."

Shock and arousal quarreled in Madeleine's breast. She had loved what Bellatrix had done to her, and wanted her to do it again. But she could not stop thinking about what it would feel like to have that big, hard thing inside her. Was it possible to like doing things with both men and women?

"Taste her again," grunted Rodolphus. "I want to see you make her come."

Bellatrix moaned softly, rolling her hips, and bent her head over Madeleine's secret place again. This time, Madeleine didn't close her eyes. Rodolphus was staring at her, and she stared right back, as his wife lay between them, pleasuring them both. Then Bellatrix ran a hand up Madeleine's thigh, and before she knew what was happening, the other woman plunged two fingers up inside her.

Madeleine cried out with pleasure, arching her back, but still she did not close her eyes. Her gaze shifted from Rodolphus to Lucius, with Narcissa still sucking his cock, to Rabastan, whose eyes appeared glazed with rapture as he viewed the scene, slowly stroking himself.

"You see?" he whispered in her ear. "If you become part of this family, think of the fun we'll have. God, I love watching Bella do that to you. You both look so hot. I want to hear you scream when she makes you come."

Madeleine couldn't help herself. Bellatrix was relentless, moving her tongue and fingers faster and faster between Madeleine's legs. She wasn't rough, but she wasn't timid either. Madeleine shook her head from side to side. It was too much. It was never going to stop; just keep building and building until it killed her. Black spots swam before her eyes.

And then she was screaming, her body shaking, beyond her control, as wave after wave of sensation broke over her.

She heard Rodolphus grunt with pleasure, and Bellatrix say something. Then there was movement, and she felt a man's finger pushing roughly inside her. She yelped at the intrusion and looked up to see Lucius kneeling next to Bellatrix.

"Bella's right," he was saying. "You have a hell of a grip there, girl. You'll be a good ride, once you give it up."

Bellatrix gave Lucius a sideways look and grinned, wiping her mouth. "Give Maddy a rest," she told him. "Cissy hasn't had a turn yet."

Lucius smirked. "Why don't you give her a turn, if you're so keen?"

Bellatrix quirked an eyebrow, then turned toward Narcissa, who willingly lay back and parted her legs. Madeleine heard her sigh and saw her relax for the first time all evening under the magic of her sister's mouth.

"Lucius won't let any other man touch her," Rabastan told her. "Just Bella. They've been doing it since they were kids."

Lucius overheard. "Who am I to come between sisters?" he said. Then he laughed. "Actually, I've come between these two a few times."

"Dolph's not so stingy with Bella as Lucius is with Narcissa," Rabastan explained. "She gets to fuck whoever she wants. And she's a good pure-blood woman."

Madeleine heard the hint in his voice. This night had opened her eyes about a few things, and she was beginning to think she was being a little silly, not giving Rabastan what he wanted, when they were practically accepting her as family already.

"You love me, don't you Maddy?" he murmured, sliding his fingers down the slope of her belly and between her legs. "And you love doing this. Fuck me once, and I'll never ask you again until we're married."

Her breath caught in her throat. It was the first time he had talked about marrying her as if it were a sure thing. If sex brought the kind of power Bellatrix seemed to have over these men, then it would definitely make Rabastan fall in love with her, if he wasn't already.

As her mind raced, the boy manoeuvered himself until he was lying half on top of her, one of his knees between hers. He kissed her lips, her eyes, her throat, his fingers moving all the time between her thighs. She could feel the stiffness of his arousal pressing against her hip as the pressure began to build inside her again.

"Please, Maddy?" he begged, rolling a little more on top of her and trying to insinuate his other leg between hers.

She was drowning in his eyes, dark blue and filled with desire. She wanted this. She did. She loved him. But she knew in some small part of her mind that she shouldn't do it, even so.

"I want to," she whispered almost tearfully. "But --"

"C'mon, Maddy," he said softly, kissing her again. "You want to. I want to. I bet it won't even hurt. You know how good everything else feels."

His body felt wonderful and warm and strong, pressed against hers, and now the tip of his cock was nudging firm and sweet against the entrance to her sacred passage. He had kept his word, hadn't he? Didn't that mean she should trust him in this, too? It would be so easy. With a moan, he pressed a fraction of an inch into her.

"You feel so amazing, Maddy. I want to feel you all around me."

It was Lucius's voice that broke the spell.

"That's enough, Bella," he said, pulling Narcissa away from her sister. "I'll take it from here."

With a rough twist, he turned Narcissa face down, forced her knees apart, sank his teeth into her shoulder, and began fucking her, hard. She buried her face in a silk cushion to muffle her cries.

Madeleine found her voice then. "No," she whispered.

"What?" Rabastan's eyes were muddled with confusion. He moved his hips, trying to go deeper into her.

"No!" she said again, louder this time, and pushed him away. "Not -- Rab, not like that," she pleaded, glancing at Lucius and Narcissa, then looking away quickly. "I want it to be special. Just the two of us when -- when it happens."

A sullen look came over Rabastan's face, and Madeleine was afraid he was about to say something hurtful, when Bellatrix laid a hand on his arm.

"If she's not ready, she's not ready, Rab," she said with a smile. "She's young, and still has things to learn."

She turned toward Madeleine. "One very important thing you should understand, my dear, is the power a woman can hold over a man."

When Madeleine's eyes strayed to Narcissa again, fingers clawing against the bedclothes, Bellatrix laid a hand against her cheek and turned her face away.

"It doesn't have to be like that," she said. "You have power, if you choose to use it. I'll show you."

She turned back toward Rabastan, and pressed her body to his, kissing him. Madeleine's mouth dropped open. Rabastan was her boyfriend! But Rabastan's own brother was married to Bellatrix, and he didn't seem to mind at all. Madeleine shut her mouth and stamped down hard on the weed of jealousy that shot up, threatening to choke her.

"I know it's her you want," Bellatrix was saying. "But it doesn't look like you're going to get that tonight. Take me instead. I like having you inside me."

Rabastan's eyes flicked to his brother, who shrugged. "You know the rules," was all he said.

Rabastan nodded, then grabbed Bellatrix around the waist and tried to push her onto her back. But the dark-haired beauty was having none of it. She twisted out of his grasp, caught him by the shoulders, and pushed him playfully back against the cushions. Then, without a moment's hesitation, she straddled him and sank down onto his hard shaft.

Rabastan's hands went to her hips, trying to move her to his own rhythm, but she pushed them away and rode him, twisting her hips this way and that, until he moaned and ground his teeth.

"That's it, little brother," Bellatrix crooned. "Come for me. I want to feel you come inside me."

Madeleine choked back a sob of anguish as her boyfriend's hips bucked and he came hard inside a woman who wasn't her.

How could he do this to her, if he loved her? Her eyes moved to Rodolphus, hoping for some guidance for her chaotic feelings. But his eyes were glued on his wife, fucking his little brother, and his hand was absently stroking his cock.

Bellatrix rolled off Rabastan, giggling. "You know the deal, little brother," she said, nudging him playfully.

"The deal?" Madeleine asked weakly.

Bellatrix grinned at her. "If he has me, he has to suck Dolph off after," she said. "If he makes me come, Dolph gets to fuck him in the arse. But that's only happened once, hasn't it?" she teased, shoving Rabastan towards her husband.

"C'mon, little brother," Rodolphus said. "No point putting it off. I'm about ready to pop as it is from watching Bella fuck these pretty girls. Now, give me your mouth, or I'll use your little slut's instead."

Rabastan sighed. He crawled on hands and knees toward his brother, and with a look of distaste, took his cock into his mouth.

Madeleine stared. The more she saw of these people, the more confused she became. She knew she should be revolted by the casual incest and sodomy, but she could not tear her eyes away from her boyfriend's mouth, wrapped around his brother's cock. In spite of herself, she was becoming aroused again.

She was so engrossed in the scene that she didn't notice Lucius until his arms were around her. He had finished with Narcissa, and it looked like she had gone to sleep, or was pretending she had, pulling the edge of a blanket over herself.

Madeleine tensed as Lucius's hands explored her body. "Don't --"

"Hush," Lucius whispered. "Don't be afraid. Narcissa likes it like that. But if you don't, you've got nothing to fear from me."

Ever so slightly, she relaxed against him. His hands felt good on her skin, and he was very good-looking. If Rabastan could have fun with another woman, why shouldn't she be able to play with another man?

To show she wasn't afraid of him, Madeleine let Lucius kiss her. He kissed nicer than Rabastan, but not as soft as Bellatrix. She liked the way he tasted. This time, he was more gentle as he pushed his finger into her, and she needed little urging to part her thighs for him to probe deeper.

"Do you like that?" he asked, still smirking, as he slipped a second finger into her.

She moaned her answer, pressing against his hand. In a slow rhythm, he slid his fingers in and out of her, occasionally brushing her pleasure spot with his thumb, never rushing, just coaxing.

"Do you want more?" he asked after a minute or so. "Do you want me to go faster?"

"Yes," she breathed, not opening her eyes.

Picking up the tempo ever so slightly, Lucius slid a third finger inside her. She gasped, writhing with pleasure against his hand.

"Yes, it does feel good, doesn't it?" It was Rodolphus who spoke.

Madeleine's eyes flashed open. The brothers had finished their play, and were crouched over her, watching avidly as Lucius continued to stroke her.

"You think those fingers feel good," Rabastan said. "Imagine what it would feel like having a nice, big cock filling you up."

She couldn't think straight. The familiar sensation was building relentlessly inside her, making her want to agree with the men and abandon herself completely to their lust. But at the same time, she felt surrounded, outnumbered, and scared. She looked for Bellatrix, but the other woman was turned away, her hand on Narcissa's shoulder.

"Now, look at young Rab here," Lucius said softly. "He's a big, strong boy from a good family. The two of you are an excellent match. What does it matter if he fucks you before or after you go through with some silly ceremony? You'll like it and he'll like it, and there's no one here who would judge you for it. It's perfectly natural to want it, and perfectly natural to give in to these feelings. People do it all the time."

His litany of temptation matched the rhythm of his fingers inside her. She only understood half the words. The rest of her mind was filled with sensation and thoughts of what it would feel like to be taken by all three of these men, one after the other. Or all at once.

She wanted it. She burned for it.

Rabastan was there, pressing against her. "I could do it," he said breathlessly. "It would be so easy."

He knocked Lucius's hand out of the way and pressed his cock against her slick, swollen flesh, pushing an inch or two into her. She laid a hand against his chest, unsure whether she was about to push him away or surrender herself to him.

"It should be special," she whispered, only half hearing her own words.

"Careful," said Rodolphus sharply.

Rabastan looked over his shoulder at his brother, and then up at Lucius. "Look at her. She wants it," he whined. "All these sluts really just want you to stick it in them. They only say 'no' because they're supposed to."

"Don't --" she said weakly, her eyes fluttering closed. She could feel that he was already halfway inside her. It hurt a little, but in a good way. She should make him stop.

"Don't," she said again, softer than before.

Rabastan pulled back from her. Or perhaps he was pulled back from her. She could see his cock, red and glistening and twitching with impatience. She was vaguely aware of heated discussion going on around her, but all she could think was how much she needed release, and how many ways that might be accomplished.

"... never take a witch unwilling!"

"Accidental magic ..."

"... shrivel your parts, little brother."

" ... make her want it?"

" ... how I won Narcissa. Like this. Sensus Claudeo!"

It was only then that she saw the wand in Lucius's hand, and by that time, it was far too late.

"What did you just do to me?!" she cried, tearing out of his grasp. She wished her voice wasn't so high and scared-sounding.

"Relax, girl. You're not hurt," the blond man said, an edge of mockery in his voice.

She wondered if it was possible to want to fuck someone and punch them in the mouth at the same time.

"It's just a little spell Lucius invented," Rabastan said. "Don't worry; it's temporary."

Madeleine glared at the grinning men. "What does it do?" she demanded, between clenched teeth.

Lucius could not have looked more smug if he had tried. "It's a charm that locks a person's physical sensations until the conditions of the spell are met."

"And they are?" she snapped, fighting down the arousal that clouded her brain, the nagging ache between her legs.

Rabastan looked every bit as smug as Lucius. "You have to fuck someone to break the spell."

"You unbelievable bastards!" she hissed. "Undo it! Bella, make them undo it!"

But she found no sympathy in the other women's black eyes. "Silly little slut. You really think there's any difference between having a man's cock in your mouth or fingers up your cunt, instead of just fucking him? You really think you're 'pure'? You might as well just let Rab fuck you. You already play the whore for him."

Madeleine's mouth dropped open. She looked around at each of the unrepentant faces she had thought were her friends. She hated them. Her body begged her to fuck their brains out. But she hated them too much.

She tore herself away from them and slid off the huge bed, grabbing her clothes as she went. At the doorway, she turned to glare at them one more time.

"I will never fuck you, Rabastan Lestrange," she seethed. "Not if you were the last man alive."

As she stormed out of the room, the last thing she heard was Bellatrix saying, "Don't worry, little brother; she'll come around."

"Like hell I will, Bitch!" she muttered to herself.

The Education of Madeleine Yaxley © 2008 Skjaere