Day 6: Alpha Hermione and Omega Bellatrix/DubCon/Light Blood & Knife Play
Day 6: Alpha Hermione and Omega Bellatrix/DubCon/Light Blood & Knife Play
The air in the dimly lit drawing room of Malfoy Manor was thick with tension, the oppressive silence broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire and Hermione's ragged, uneven breathing. Her body trembled from the aftershocks of the Cruciatus curse, her muscles still spasming painfully as she struggled to regain control. The sensation of the curse still clung to her nerves, a sharp reminder of the agony Bellatrix had inflicted upon her.
But it wasn't the pain from the curse that had Hermione's heart racing. It was the way Bellatrix straddled her now, her weight pressing down on Hermione's hips as she leaned over her, one hand gripping her arm tightly. Hermione's wrists were bound behind her back with harsh ropes, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
The room was silent except for Hermione's gasps. Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy stood nearby, their faces impassive, their gazes fixed on the scene in front of them. They watched with stoic expressions as Bellatrix continued her cruel interrogation, the knife in her hand gleaming in the firelight as she slowly, deliberately carved the word "Mudblood" into Hermione's arm.
Hermione gritted her teeth, trying to bite back the scream that threatened to escape her lips. The pain was sharp and immediate, a burning sensation as the blade cut through her skin, each letter carved with precise brutality. But Bellatrix's movements weren't hurried—they were slow, methodical, as if she were savoring every moment, every wince of pain that crossed Hermione's face.
"Look at you," Bellatrix purred, her voice a low, mocking whisper as she paused, the blade still embedded in Hermione's flesh. "You're trying so hard to be strong, but we both know you'll break. They always do."
Hermione's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her muscles still trembling beneath Bellatrix's weight. She tried to resist, tried to push back against the overwhelming sensation of pain, but her body betrayed her, shaking with fear and exhaustion. The combination of the Cruciatus curse and the knife had left her weak, her mind foggy with pain.
"You should feel honored," Bellatrix continued, her voice filled with dark amusement as she pressed the knife a little deeper, eliciting a sharp gasp from Hermione. "You get to be my canvas tonight, Mudblood. I'll make sure you never forget who you are."
Hermione's vision blurred with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She wouldn't give Bellatrix the satisfaction of seeing her break. Not yet. But the pain was overwhelming, and her body was reaching its limits.
And Bellatrix knew it.
A wicked grin spread across Bellatrix's lips as she leaned down, her breath hot against Hermione's ear. "You're trying so hard to be brave, but I can smell the fear on you," she whispered, her voice dark and teasing. "It's delicious."
Hermione shuddered beneath her, her body betraying her as a soft, involuntary whimper escaped her lips. But it wasn't just fear that was coursing through her veins. There was something else. Something darker, more primal, simmering just beneath the surface.
Bellatrix's scent—the sweet, heady aroma of an Omega in heat—was overwhelming.
Even through the haze of pain and fear, Hermione's Alpha instincts responded to it, her body reacting to the pheromones that clung to Bellatrix's skin. It was impossible to ignore, the way Bellatrix's scent filled the room, clouding Hermione's senses, making her muscles tense with an entirely different kind of need.
Bellatrix grinned, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she leaned back slightly, her hand still gripping Hermione's arm as she tilted her head, sniffing the air. "Oh, I smell it now," Bellatrix purred, her eyes darkening as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Hermione's neck. "You can feel it, can't you, Alpha? My heat. My need."
Hermione's breath hitched, her body trembling with the conflicting sensations—pain, fear, and the overwhelming pull of her Alpha instincts. She fought against it, tried to push back against the primal urges that were rising inside her, but Bellatrix's scent was everywhere, filling her lungs, making it impossible to think clearly.
Bellatrix's hips shifted, pressing down harder against Hermione's, and Hermione's body responded instinctively, her Alpha cock hardening beneath her trousers, straining painfully against the fabric. She let out a soft, involuntary groan, her mind screaming at her to resist, but her body was betraying her with every second that passed.
"That's it," Bellatrix whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she felt Hermione's arousal pressing against her. "You can't resist me, can you? Even now, even with that filthy blood running through your veins, you want me."
Hermione bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. She hated herself for reacting like this, for letting her body betray her in the face of such cruelty. But Bellatrix's heat, her scent, was overpowering. It was impossible to ignore, impossible to fight.
Bellatrix laughed softly, her fingers trailing down Hermione's chest as she straddled her more firmly, grinding her hips against Hermione's erection. "Do you want me to play with you, Alpha?" she purred, her voice low and teasing. "Do you want me to make you feel good, even while I carve my name into your skin?"
Hermione's entire body tensed, her muscles straining as Bellatrix's words sank in. She hated the way her body responded, the way her Alpha instincts made her react to the scent of an Omega in heat. But no matter how hard she tried to fight it, the need, the primal desire to claim, to dominate, was growing inside her.
Bellatrix's fingers moved lower, brushing against Hermione's crotch, teasing her through the fabric of her trousers. "You're so hard for me," Bellatrix whispered, her breath hot against Hermione's ear as her fingers traced the outline of Hermione's cock. "I can feel how much you want it."
Hermione clenched her fists behind her back, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as Bellatrix continued to tease her, the blade still resting lightly against her arm, a constant reminder of the pain that had been inflicted moments before.
"You know," Bellatrix continued, her voice a dark, mocking whisper, "an Alpha like you could fill me so perfectly. Breed me the way an Omega deserves to be bred. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Hermione's mind screamed at her to resist, to fight back, but her body betrayed her with every twitch, every involuntary shiver of desire. Bellatrix's scent, her heat, the way she was grinding against her—it was all too much. The lines between pleasure and pain were blurring, and Hermione was losing control.
Bellatrix's fingers deftly undid the buttons of Hermione's trousers, pulling them open and exposing her Alpha cock to the cool air of the room. Hermione gasped as the relief of the pressure was immediate, but the overwhelming need was still there, pulsing, throbbing with every second.
Bellatrix's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she wrapped her hand around Hermione's cock, her grip firm but teasing as she stroked her slowly, deliberately. "You're going to come for me, Alpha," she whispered, her voice a dark, seductive promise. "And then I'll make you beg for more."
Hermione's breath hitched, her muscles straining as Bellatrix's hand moved faster, her strokes rough and unforgiving. The pain in her arm was still there, sharp and biting, but the pleasure from Bellatrix's touch was overpowering it, consuming her, driving her closer to the edge.
"Breed me," Bellatrix growled, her voice low and commanding as she continued to stroke Hermione's cock. "I know you want to. A little mudblood like you couldn't take a pureblood omega, could you?"
Hermione's breath was ragged, her body trembling with the primal need building inside her. The pain in her arm was still sharp, the word Mudblood carved into her skin stinging with every pulse of her heartbeat, but the pleasure from Bellatrix's hand stroking her cock was overwhelming, drowning out everything else.
Just as Hermione felt herself teetering on the edge, her vision blurring with the intensity of it all, Bellatrix stopped. Her hand stilled, and a sharp, frustrated growl escaped Hermione's throat, her hips instinctively bucking, searching for the friction that had been so cruelly taken away.
Bellatrix smirked, her dark eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction as she hovered above Hermione, straddling her waist, her lips curling into a mockingly sweet smile. "You're so desperate, aren't you?" she purred, her tone dripping with cruel amusement. "So eager to breed me... but I don't think you've earned that yet, have you?"
Hermione's muscles strained, her chest heaving as she fought to maintain the last shred of control she had, but Bellatrix's scent—rich and intoxicating—was filling her senses, driving her alpha instincts to the surface. She could smell the omega's arousal, so thick and potent it nearly made her dizzy.
Bellatrix reached down, lifting her skirts and revealing the lacy black panties beneath. Her eyes never left Hermione's as she hooked her fingers around the delicate fabric, pulling it aside in one rough, deliberate motion. The slick heat of her arousal was visible, and Hermione's cock twitched in response, aching for the contact it craved.
"Such a good alpha," Bellatrix crooned, her voice low and filled with mock affection as she aligned herself above Hermione's thick length. "I'll let you have a taste of what you want... but only because I feel generous tonight."
With that, Bellatrix sank down onto Hermione's cock, the head of it pressing against her slick entrance before sliding in with ease. The tight, hot sensation of Bellatrix's body around her made Hermione gasp, her muscles trembling as Bellatrix's heat enveloped her completely.
Bellatrix groaned softly, her body arching as she lowered herself further, inch by inch, until Hermione's entire length was buried inside her. The stretch was intense, the thick weight of Hermione's cock filling her completely, and Bellatrix's lips parted in a low, breathless moan as she adjusted to the sensation.
Hermione's head fell back against the floor, her eyes squeezing shut as the overwhelming pleasure of Bellatrix's tight heat drove her mad. The way Bellatrix's slick walls clenched around her cock, the wet sounds of their joining, the scent of omega arousal—it was too much. Her body tensed, her hips instinctively jerking upward, desperate to claim Bellatrix, to fuck her the way her alpha instincts demanded.
But Bellatrix was still in control.
Hermione's breath came in ragged, shallow gasps as Bellatrix's hips ground down on her, slow and deliberate, taking every inch of her cock with a cruel satisfaction. The omega's slick heat clenched around her, milking her, driving Hermione's instincts wild. Her body ached to take control, to flip Bellatrix over and claim her as her alpha should, but the way Bellatrix's hands pressed firmly against her chest kept her pinned to the cold stone floor, helpless.
"You thought you could resist me," Bellatrix sneered, her voice low and mocking as she rocked her hips with a slow, calculated rhythm. "But look at you now, so deep inside me, filling me up like the filthy little mudblood you are."
Hermione's jaw clenched, her body trembling beneath Bellatrix as the sharp, biting words cut through her. The pain of the carved word Mudblood on her arm throbbed in time with each roll of Bellatrix's hips, but the overwhelming pleasure of the omega's slick walls squeezing her cock was impossible to ignore. Her body wanted to give in, to let the primal urges take over, but her mind—clouded as it was—still fought against the darkness Bellatrix was pulling her into.
"What's wrong, Granger?" Bellatrix purred, her lips curling into a sadistic smile as she leaned down, her breath hot against Hermione's ear. "Too ashamed to admit you like it? That you enjoy being inside a pureblood like me? Does it make you feel dirty?"
Hermione's body jerked involuntarily as Bellatrix shifted her hips, her omega core tightening around her thick length, dragging another strangled moan from deep within Hermione's chest. Her cock throbbed with the need for release, her muscles straining as she fought to hold back, but Bellatrix's words were seeping into her mind, blurring the line between pain and pleasure, between shame and desire.
"You are dirty," Bellatrix continued, her voice dripping with cruelty as her hips moved faster now, riding Hermione harder, her nails digging into the alpha's chest. "You're a filthy little mudblood, beneath me in every way... yet here you are, desperate to breed me, to fill me with your tainted seed."
Hermione's breath hitched, her body quaking under the assault of both Bellatrix's words and the relentless pace of her hips. The raw, primal pleasure coursing through her veins was inescapable now, Bellatrix's slick heat pulling her deeper into the omega's control. Hermione's hands clenched into fists, her fingers digging into the floor beneath her as she struggled to hold on to the last shreds of her resistance, but it was slipping away, fast.
"You're nothing but a tool for me," Bellatrix hissed, her voice sharp as she rode Hermione harder, her body moving with cruel precision. "Just a filthy mudblood alpha, good for one thing—filling me up."
Hermione growled low in her throat, the deep, primal sound coming unbidden as the words twisted her insides, shame mixing with the unbearable need building between her legs. Bellatrix's slickness coated her cock, the wet sounds of their bodies coming together filling the room, a sharp contrast to the cruel sneer on the omega's face.
"That's it," Bellatrix purred, her breath hot against Hermione's neck as she leaned in closer, grinding herself harder against Hermione's cock. "You can't resist me, can you? No matter how filthy, how low I make you feel, you'll always give in to me."
Hermione's hips bucked upward involuntarily, the alpha instincts she had fought so hard to control roaring to life as Bellatrix's words sank in deeper. The shame, the degradation—it was all blending with the raw, animalistic pleasure that Bellatrix was pulling out of her, her body betraying her in the most primal way.
"You're so deep inside me," Bellatrix groaned, her voice filled with dark satisfaction as she moved faster now, her pace becoming more desperate, her own arousal driving her closer to the edge. "Filling me up like a good little alpha should."
Hermione's vision blurred, her body trembling with the effort of holding back as Bellatrix rode her harder, her hips slamming down onto Hermione's cock with ruthless force. The slick heat, the tightness of Bellatrix's core around her, was driving Hermione to the brink of madness. She could feel the knot of pleasure tightening inside her, the overwhelming need to release building with every rough thrust.
"Such a filthy little mudblood," Bellatrix hissed, her voice thick with arousal as she ground her hips against Hermione, her slick walls clenching around the thick length buried inside her. "You don't deserve to fuck a pureblood like me... but I'm going to make you come inside me anyway."
Hermione's breath hitched, her chest heaving as the pleasure built to an unbearable degree. The degradation, the insults, the sharp bite of pain still throbbing in her arm—it was all combining into a storm of sensation that was too much to resist. Her alpha instincts had fully taken over now, and as Bellatrix's hips slammed down one final time, Hermione's control shattered.
With a deep, guttural growl, Hermione's body jerked violently beneath Bellatrix. Her cock throbbed inside the omega's tight, slick heat, and she could feel the pressure in her core snap as the knot began to swell at the base of her cock. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she instinctively thrust upward, burying herself deeper inside Bellatrix's trembling body.
Bellatrix moaned loudly, her back arching as she felt Hermione's knot swell, stretching her further, locking them together in the most primal of ways. Her walls clenched around Hermione's thick cock, milking her for every drop as the alpha's seed spilled inside her, hot and thick, filling her with wave after wave of release.
"That's it," Bellatrix hissed, her voice trembling with pleasure as her hips rolled against Hermione's, grinding down on the swollen knot, ensuring that not a drop was wasted. "Fill me up, alpha. Breed me."
Hermione's body shook beneath her, her hips bucking instinctively as her knot pulsed inside Bellatrix, her cock throbbing as she continued to spill her seed deep into the omega's core. The tightness of Bellatrix's body around her, the raw sensation of being so deeply knotted, sent shivers of pleasure through her already overstimulated body.
Bellatrix's head fell back, her breath coming in short, gasping moans as her own orgasm hit. Her slick walls clenched around Hermione's knot, squeezing her cock in a rhythm that matched the primal pleasure coursing through both of them. Her body trembled, her thighs shaking as she rode out the waves of her release, the feeling of being filled, claimed, driving her over the edge.
The room was filled with the sound of their shared release, the wet, primal connection between alpha and omega leaving no room for doubt about the intensity of what had just transpired. Bellatrix's hips slowed, her body still trembling as she sat there, fully impaled on Hermione's thick, knotted cock, her breath ragged, her eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
But even as the pleasure coursed through both of them, Bellatrix wasn't finished.
With a wicked smile, Bellatrix leaned down, her fingers trailing over the still-bleeding word Mudblood carved into Hermione's arm. Her touch was gentle at first, almost deceptively soothing, but then her eyes darkened with a cruel glint, and she reached for the knife she had used earlier.
"You're such a good little alpha," Bellatrix purred, her voice dripping with mock affection as she twirled the knife in her hand. "So obedient, so eager to fill me up... but I think you're missing something."
Hermione's breath came in shallow gasps, her muscles weak and trembling from the intensity of the release, but the sight of the knife in Bellatrix's hand made her heart race with a different kind of fear. She was still knotted inside Bellatrix, still trapped in the omega's tight heat, unable to move, unable to escape whatever Bellatrix had planned next.
Bellatrix's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she pressed the tip of the blade against Hermione's unmarked arm, a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver down the alpha's spine. "You've already got Mudblood carved into one arm," Bellatrix mused, her voice low and dangerous. "But I think it's only fair I add my name to the other, don't you?"
Hermione's muscles tensed, her body still trapped beneath Bellatrix, her knot holding them together in the most vulnerable of ways. She couldn't move, couldn't fight back, and the sharp sting of the blade pressing against her skin sent a jolt of fear through her, mixing with the residual pleasure still coursing through her veins.
"Bellatrix," Hermione gasped, her voice strained as she tried to pull her hips back, but the knot held her firmly in place, locked inside Bellatrix's quivering body.
Bellatrix's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as she slowly dragged the blade across Hermione's skin, carving her name with the same cruel precision she had used before. Hermione's breath hitched, her muscles trembling with the sharp sting of the knife, but she couldn't escape, couldn't move—she was completely at Bellatrix's mercy.
"Don't worry, love," Bellatrix cooed, her voice deceptively sweet as she pressed the blade deeper, carving each letter with slow, deliberate strokes. "You're mine now. And I think it's only fitting that everyone knows it."
Hermione's breath came in shallow, broken gasps, her mind foggy from the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. The sharp sting of the knife slicing into her skin, combined with the tight, throbbing heat of Bellatrix's pussy clenching around her knot, was too much. Her body trembled beneath Bellatrix, her muscles weak and trembling as the omega continued to carve her name into Hermione's flesh.
When the last letter was etched into her skin, Bellatrix leaned back, admiring her work with a satisfied smile. The deep, red letters of her name now adorned Hermione's arm, a permanent reminder of the omega's control, her dominance.
With a wicked grin, the older witch leaned down, her lips brushing against Hermione's ear as she whispered, "You can't move, can you? You're completely tied to me, helpless... and I think I'll take advantage of that."
Before Hermione could respond, Bellatrix's muscles tightened around her knot, the slick heat of her core squeezing Hermione's cock with deliberate force. Hermione gasped, her body jerking instinctively as Bellatrix's walls clenched around her, the overstimulation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her already spent body.
"Does that feel good, love?" Bellatrix purred, her voice thick with satisfaction as she squeezed her pussy muscles tighter, her hips rocking slightly against Hermione's trapped cock. "You're so deep inside me, and there's nothing you can do about it."
Hermione's breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, her body trembling as Bellatrix continued to squeeze and grind against her. The knot held them firmly together, and with every slow, deliberate movement of Bellatrix's hips, Hermione was reminded of just how powerless she was in that moment.
"You're mine now," Bellatrix whispered, her voice filled with dark triumph as she pressed a kiss to Hermione's neck. Before moving to her arm and licking the dripping blood from her new wound. When she pulled black, the red liquid coated her lips. "And I'm not letting you go."
Hermione's body quivered, her mind spinning from the intensity of it all. The pain, the pleasure, the raw, primal connection between them—it was overwhelming, consuming, and as Bellatrix's dark laughter echoed in her ears, Hermione knew she was truly trapped.