Author notes: This is a VERY dirty Harry Potter fic that I am working on. It isn't done yet, but I thought I would post it here for your viewing pleasure. Warning: This is seriously X rated. However, it does not require any knowledge of Harry Potter to understand the porn..*ahem* I mean, plot."Please don't hurt me Lucius."Stupid cow. She knows I hate it when she begs. And yet every time I lay the lash across her bare back her quavering voice cries out. Even as I watch the lash fall, see the red welts on her pale skin darken and then seep blood, even as I pump mercilessly into her I despise her. My orgasm gives me nothing but a fleeting pleasure and then I am hungry again."Come." I take Bellatrix's hand and lead her into the bedroom."What do you want Lucius?" she purrs and I feel the familiar flicker of anger. She leans over the bed, throwing me a coquettish look that makes me want to slap her face."Tears." I grit out."Tears?" She is laughing at me. I cannot bear it. I cross the room in two strides and take her arms in a bruising grip."I want to hurt you. I want to see your blood and hear you beg me to stop." I shake her but the familiar fear does not enter her eyes. She looks flushed and breathless and strangely excited."Is that really what you want?" She raises her hand to brush the hair back from my face and I flinch away at her touch, not wanting tenderness, not desiring gentility."No," she says softly. "No, I don't think so." She arches up then and takes my lip between her teeth, biting down hard. I can taste my blood in her mouth as she kisses me. Her hand reaches out and takes the lash from me. Then she is pressing me back. Her nails score the silk of my shirt and she rips it off my chest in one lithe movement. The first fall of the lash on my bare flesh is a revelation. Pain blossoms through me like a dark flower, a beautiful ecstatic agony that gives way to a pleasure so acute I am burning up with it. The lash falls again and again- running strips into my belly, my chest. The flick of it over my nipples has me arching off the bed.Bellatrix laughs, a low throaty sound that should annoy me but instead makes my blood race."My dear sister never did this for you, did she Lucius?" I do not answer, and her hand cradles my cheek, deceptively gentle until her sharp nails dig into my flesh. "Did she?" she repeated."No!" I gasp out.She sinks onto my cock and rides me hard, galloping through my orgasm as she takes her own pleasure. And then she flips me over and lashes my bare legs until I'm hard and aching again. Only this time she takes the butt end of the lash and presses it against my balls, trailing upward. I have never allowed this before, never. But she gives me no choice. She mutters the lubrication spell and pushes the lash handle inside me. At first there is only pain. I feel my body tighten, trying to reject the thing that she is doing. Instinctively I jerk away, and her hand whips out and slaps me smartly on the ass."Be still," she commands and I freeze. She begins to move the handle in a forceful rhythm, in and out and back in, each inward thrust a brutal jab that I feel down my body and through my prick. I teeter on a knife's edge between pleasure and pain. Pleasure wins out and my body is moving on it's own now, rising to meet each thrust. I feel a low groan escape my lips."Say it." Bellatrix commands and somehow I know what she requires of me."Please," I beg her. "Please!"She twists the handle inside of me and my orgasm rips though me like a tidal wave.I lay, trying to catch my breath until I hear the door open. I twist around to see her standing at the open door, clothing in place and looking as untouchable as a queen."You will meet me here tomorrow evening," she says. Her dark eyes glitter in the dim light."Yes." I gasp out. And then, she is gone.

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"After all this time?" Dumbledore asked sadly.
"Always," said Snape.

***Trust the Prince***