Having written (many years ago) adult work involving both m/m and m/f sexual situations (all long lost thanks to having to wipe a HD) I decided it was about time to experiment with writing a female-female sex scene. As I had recently seen the wonderful Helena Bonham Carter in Harry Potter and Sweeney Todd along with being in the middle of writing a Buffy-verse story the logical jump occurred and I decided I would write a short crossover piece using Bellatrix Lestrange and Faith Lehane. The story takes place sometime after season 3, but assumes that after she recovered Faith fled to better plan her revenge, ending up on the grey shores of the UK.
Needless to say, this story is for adults only, if you're a minor go read "Contentment" instead :-)
As previously stated this is my first (and so far only) foray into the murky world of femslash erotica. Any and all feedback is welcome, as is constructive critiscism. Flames will of course be accepted - if I get enough of them I may start a "flame of the month" award or something. Go ahead, be creative.
Enjoy the show.
Looking out over the choppy ocean, the brunette stared at something she couldn’t believe. A massive building stood there, the waves crashing against it’s walls, a strange chilled fog embracing it. Small black shapes could be seen flying around it, circling it as if on patrol. When she’d asked a man walking his dog along the cliff top what it was, he’d stared out to where she’d been pointing and told her there was nothing there. Thinking he was trying to be smart, making a foreigner beg for information, she kicked his dog off the cliff, grabbed him by the throat and told him if he didn’t tell her straight what that building was, he’d be following his canine friend. Terrified, the man had stammered that he truly had no idea what building she meant, he couldn’t see anything.
Frustrated, she had thrown him aside, but not over the edge. She didn’t know what made her spare him, she just sensed he was telling her the truth. Besides, killing him would be a waste of effort and would draw undue attention to herself. She’d fled Sunnydale wanted for murder and with a deep stab wound in her stomach. The long journey stowed away on the boat had given her time to heal, but even with her enhanced abilities in that department, she was still tender. And she had a feeling that scar would be with her forever. Damn that bitch, she thought to herself, staring still at the building. She and the Mayor had had everything worked out, the plan had been flawless. Well, flawless but for one thing: Buffy fucking Summers. She’d ruined everything.
“She’s so going to pay when I get back.” Faith said to the air. “I’ll tear her apart, right after I’ve shown her just how much damage Slayers can take.”
She turned from the building, stalking into the chilling mists that were now drifting inland. She shuddered as a chill ran down her spine and a sense of dread, as though she’d never laugh again filled her. Pausing and shaking her head, driving such weak thoughts away, she resumed her pace but stopped as a deep, booming noise reached her, turning, she stared in the direction of the strange building a mile offshore, hidden by the fog. As she stood watching, the fog actually parted before her eyes, as though someone had sliced through it with a knife. A large section of the imposing structure was gone, as though it had been struck by a bomb. She watched for a moment longer, then turned away again. If she hurried, she might be able to get to a pub before the rain that threatened overhead decided to make an appearance. She sensed more than heard someone appear behind her.
“My, what a pretty young woman you are.” said a silky voice. “It always surprises me that muggles can be so attractive. Such dirty blood.”
Slowly, Faith turned to look at the source of the voice. Wearing tattered robes of a grey-brown colour and with coarse hair a black that mirrored the cold hatred festering in Faiths heart, the tall woman - and was she tall, thought Faith - stared at her, her head tilted at an odd angle, as if she were a bird of prey watching its next meal. Faith knew that look, it was one she often wore herself.
“Look chick, I don’t know who you are or where you came from, but do me a favor and piss off.” There, that was civil, she thought, even if she had shot a look that said ‘I’m gonna rip your head off and piss down your neck’ whilst speaking. Much to her irritation the newcomer laughed. She actually laughed! Clearly she didn’t know who she was playing with. ‘Well duh,’ said a detached part of her brain ‘that’s the whole point of being anonymous’. Snapping, she moved, her Slayer reflexes catching the woman - she couldn’t tell how old she was, even in her bedraggled state her age was indeterminate - off guard. Her hand closing in a steel like grip around the woman’s throat, she pulled them so close their faces were mere inches apart.
“Hey bitch, I said piss off.” With a surge of movement, she flung the woman away from her with all her strength. Laughing the woman evaporated into a black mist and was gone. “Well, fuck.” was all Faith could manage to say.
Faith picked her glass up and stared at it. Empty again. Fuck. Placing it heavily back down on the bar, she slid it forward. “Again.” The barkeep looked up from where he was cleaning glasses. It was getting late and Faith was the only person there aside from himself, but she kept the money flowing and hadn’t thrown up or gotten violent yet, which was surprising given how much she’d had to drink. Picking the glass up, he turned to the rack of spirits behind the bar and started to measure out Faiths drink. Faith placed his money on the bar - literally it was his money, Faith thought dryly, she’d lifted it from him earlier when he’d gone to collect some empty glasses - absent-mindedly, her thoughts with the strange woman from earlier that day. She reached for the now full glass and then she heard the same voice, cold and sensual yet at the same time filed with malice.
“Crucio!” With a scream of pure agony, the barman slammed into the wall behind the bar, his arms thrashing. A half dozen bottles of cheap vodka crashed to the floor, shattering. “Look at the muggle dance! Dance for Bella you filthy muggle!” Bellatrix laughed, a sound that sent a thrill through Faith. Such passion. She turned to look at her, taking in the view. Bellatrix stood in the center of the pub, her right arm extended and holding a short stick of polished wood. Her head was thrown back as she laughed, her full breasts pressed against the tightness of the black leather corset she wore. Faith licked her lips, she’d certainly polished up well in the few short hours since they’d met.
“Dance, little muggle! Show me your moves.” The barman, still screaming, writhed and stumbled from behind the bar and still she laughed, a high, slightly crazed sound. Faith smiled. She was no witch, but she knew powerful mojo when she saw it. Finally, Bellatrix stopped laughing. “Bah! Muggles are so boring, even to play with.” she proclaimed. With a small flick of her wand, she screamed “Avada Kevada!” A green flash and the barman fell to the ground, dead. Slowly she turned her piercing eyes on Faith and stalked towards her, letting her wand drop to her side as she swayed her hips, as if to a beat only she could hear “But you, you’re different. So very different. I wonder, why is that? You aren’t a witch or wizard. What are you?”
Faith smiled seductively, leaning back against the bar, pushing her own more than ample chest out. “Horny.”
Bellatrix threw her head back and laughed “I don’t screw muggles. Even unusual ones.”
Faith struck with such speed Bellatrix never saw her move. One moment she was facing the strange young woman who had shown such strength and the next she was pinned to the wall, the brunettes body pressed against her own, a steely grip pinning her wand hand to the wall, her other hand trapped between her body and the wall. The other woman's free hand was squeezing her breast. The young woman ran her tongue up Bellas face and then pulled slightly away, smiling at her like a large cat about to pounce on a small animal.
“I don’t see as you have much choice, witch.”
Bellatrix pushed herself forward as much as she could, pressing their bodies together again. Breathlessly, she spoke again. “What are you?”
Faith squeezed the breast in her hand, pulling it free of the low-cut corset, her finger rubbing the nipple, pulling a gasp from the other woman. “Slayer.” she muttered, before pressing her lips to Bellatrixs’, cutting off any response as she forced her tongue into her mouth.
Bellatrixs’ mind raced. A Slayer? What by Merlins Beard was a Slayer? Whatever this girl was, she was beyond human. Maybe her Dark Lord would know, but first she had some urges to take care of. Fifteen plus years in Azkaban has left her horny as well.
Letting her body relax, Bellatrix felt the other womans body respond. She responded to the kiss, her tongue entwining with that of her assailant and again pressed her body closer still. Sensing her willingness, Faith released her grip and moaned slightly as Bellas hand found her ass, squeezing it. Pushing away from the wall, Faith slid both her hands under Bellas tight backside and picked her up, moving them towards the pool table. Dumping her unceremoniously on the edge of the table, Faith dropped to her knees and lifted up the billowing black dress, noting how it was both far lighter and softer than it appeared. Moving closer, the material kept escaping her grip, dropping back in her way. With a frustrated grunt she pulled sharply, ripping the dress apart and scattering the remnants away. Bellatrix tried to protest, but the words were lost as Faith found her goal.
Running her tongue over the small bud of Bellatrixs’ clit, Faith was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from the black haired woman. Without the dress to hinder her, she used her hands to pull Bellatrix a little closer, before letting her hands explore unhindered. As her tongue continued to lick and tease Bellatrixs’ clit, she slipped a single finger into the wet folds of her pussy. Slowly, she slid it in and out of the tight hole, building up her pace a little bit with each thrust, the other womans juices flowing freely and leaving her finger glistening.
“More.” grunted Bellatrix. Happy to oblige, Faith slid a second finger into the raven-haired witches most intimate area, smiling as she moaned in response and bucked upwards.
“Like that, huh?” she asked, sliding her fingers in and out in a single, smooth motion, her movements growing faster again as she continued using her tongue, playing it over the super-sensitive bud. Bellatrix bucked again, pushing her groin into Faiths face. Pulling her fingers out and her face away from the feast before her, she looked Bellatrix in the eyes as she slipped her fingers into her mouth, sucking the tangy juices from them as she smiled coyly.
Breathless and panting with her climax so close, Bellatrix watched as Faith stood from her position between Bellatrixs’ legs and arced her back, peeling her skin tight red tank top off and tossing it aside, followed by the leather jeans. Pushing herself backwards so she was laid fully on the pool table, she fumbled with the laces that held her corset together, throwing the garment aside, Bellatrix watched as Faith stalked towards her and then clambered onto the table, crawling so she was on hands and knees above Bellatrix, holding herself mere inches above her. Smiling predatorily down, she dipped her face, mashing their lips together in a rough kiss.
Lowering her body so that she straddled Bellatrix’s thigh, Faith let her hand cup a breast, rubbing her thumb over the nipple, feeling it stiffen once more under her ministrations, the resulting moan lost in her mouth. Slowly, teasingly, she ran her hand down the nubile body in her care. Her fingers lightly brushed the underside of a breast, then traced down the stomach, before passing over full hips and dusting over the thigh she was straddling. Slowly, oh so slowly, she worked her way back up the inside of the thigh, until her hand once again found the warm wetness at the center. Using her thumb to rub the clitoris in a slow, circular motion, she slipped her remaining fingers inside. At the same time, she started gyrating her hips, rubbing her own damp core against Bellatrixs thigh.
Gradually Faith increased her tempo, her hips moving faster and faster as she drove herself towards the edge, her thumb moving ever more intensely over Bellatrixs clit. Finally Faith threw her head back and screamed to the heavens as her orgasm hit. Moments later Bellatrix joined her, as the image and sensation of Faith climaxing whilst pressed against her sent her over the edge.
The smell of sex still clung to the air as a naked Faith poured herself a large bourbon, knocking the drink back in one and reaching for the bottle. Noticing the cold eyes of the bar-keep staring up at her, she kicked his body.
“Hey, witch.”
“Bellatrix.” the Death Eater corrected as she picked up the tattered remnants of her dress, pointing her wand at it and muttering “reparo”, the dress returning to its original state.
“Yeah, whatever. How did you do this?”
“The killing curse.”
“Right. Too clean. Should have gutted him, you know. Far more visceral. Oh yeah, what’s a muggle when it’s at home?”
Bellatrix laughed a cold, hard laugh “A non-magic person. Like you.”
It was Faiths turn to laugh, her breasts bouncing as she did so. Bellatrix couldn’t help but stare. The urge to step closer and fondle them, to tease the nipples hard once more, was intense. “I may not be able to perform spells like you, but I’m far from a ‘muggle’. I told you, I’m a Slayer.” Bellatrix only stared blankly back. “Oh come on, a big bad witch like you must know. No? Seriously?”
“Never heard of them before.”
Faith hopped up onto the bar and knocked back her second drink. “Un-fucking-real. I cross the big blue just to get away from my infamy and no-one even knows what a freaking vampire slayer is, never mind who I am. You want answers lady, ask those pussies at the watchers council.” she poured out another shot “But all that’s by the by. I’m a slayer, some mystical mojo years ago gives a single girl in all the world preternatural strength, agility, healing and other cool super-powers. Only ever one at a time, the powers pass on when she dies to some new schmuck. Well, until someone brought that bitch Buffy back. Fucking stabbed me with my own knife.” she ran a hand over the scar on her stomach “All cos I killed a couple of wasters and bureaucrats. Fucking bitch!” she picked up the bottle of bourbon and hurled it with all her strength at the wall, the bottle smashing.
Bellatrix had stood quietly as Faith had raged, the young womans passion evident. A thoughtful expression on her face, she stepped closer “Wait. You mean a girl, gifted the powers of ancient demons and spirits. They exist in our oldest tales and legends, girls of great strength.”
Faith nodded, “Sounds about right. Well, I’m gonna bail. I have some... unfinished business with that council. And I’m gonna enjoy it,” She smiled, a cold, vicious expression that Bellatrix recognised, for it matched her own smile whenever her lord let her play. She held out a hand in Faiths direction.
“I think I can take you to someone who can help, help you get revenge. If you help him.”
Faith dropped down from the bar, her breasts bouncing again. Once more Bellatrix stared for a moment, wishing she wouldn’t keep doing that. Faith moved around the pub, picking up her clothes and getting dressed as she spoke. “I don’t need any help for that. I’ll rip the bitch’s head off as soon as I’ve healed. I underestimated her. Won’t happen again, trust me. Now, are you going to fuck off or what? The sex was great, but....” her sentence trailed off as a hand gripped her arm, twisting her around. The world changed, compressing in on her as if she were being crushed by the air itself, a suffocating sensation that grew and grew, as though she would never again be able to draw breath. As abruptly as the sensation had appeared, it dissipated once more. With a start, Faith realised they no longer stood in the bar, but a large, opulently decorated room.
“Ah, Bella my dear.” A tall, hooded figure spoke, without turning to face them. “And what have you brought me?” Releasing Faiths arm, Bellatrix took a step forward.
“My Dark Lord, I bring you a great gift. A legend of old. A Slayer, a girl gifted immense powers through ancient dark magics.”