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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 18, 2019 5:14:27 GMT
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Strolling into the chateau well passed tea, Rodolphus was met in the foyer with an excited squeal. “Daddy, you’re home!” Aurora jumped up into his unprepared arms and nearly knocked the typically stable man to the ground. So happy to see her daddy, the child hadn’t bothered to take notice of his disheveled state. “What the fuck, Aurora!” He screamed at her mostly out of pain, though she hadn’t meant to hurt him. The little seven year old hadn’t caused his injuries, only prickled them in her excitement at having her father home finally, having expected him several hours ago. Rodolphus had not intended to be gone from his traditional duties for so long, but he had business that needed tending to and his report back to Lord Voldemort had taken much longer than expected. The curly-haired princess shrank away at her father’s shouts and ran for the safety of her room, shouting a well-placed expletive in his direction that, at any other time, he might have chuckled at. “Go to your room!” he bellowed after her, as if that were some sort of punishment. No matter that she was already stromping off in that direction anyhow.
Rodolphus looked down to his stomach, lifting the dark shirt to expose his well-muscled abs and a 20cm long gash across his side, just above a faded scar that read ‘Par’. He had not hidden his pain well in front of Lord Voldemort, the wizard seemed to know exactly what was on one’s mind even if their face were a blank slate. The injury was a sign of weakness, and weakness needed weeding out. Stretching the wound as he moved to pull his winter jacket off, dropping it to the marbled floor, Rodolphus winced. The involuntary motion caused the scratched over his eye to sting; a lovely domino effect. Four thin, red lines fell over his face. They would heal shortly and without issue, but it was obvious from their spacing that it had been a woman’s nails that caused the mar of the handsome gentleman’s face. It would hardly be presentable in the boardroom tomorrow. Scratches could be glamoured, the wound on his stomach that had seemingly reopened with the removal of his jacket would be more urgent in managing. Dress shirt growing wetter as blood soaked the material, Rodolphus’ fingers moved the buttons, not daring to pull it off over his head and risk stretching it again.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 20, 2019 12:41:11 GMT
Her husband wasn’t home. Ugh. That was a disgusting thought. The whole idea of being married still didn't sit well with Dorcas. She hadn't changed her name because there was no way she was losing 'Meadowes', and she wasn't going to do anything different with her life. She'd been teased at work plenty over the last few months. It started with a few of the guys complaining she was off the market and asking her to make them a sandwich. Plenty of them asked, with all seriousness, when she would be giving up work. One woman had the audacity to ask when they'd be trying for kids! Ha! Dorcas was never going to have kids. She was married because ... well she didn't know why she let that ridiculous idea run away with her. It was daft. This whole thing was stupid. At least it was a good piss up. Dorcas didn't even care that there were a bunch of people that hated her there. In fact she actually kind of enjoyed that and she may possibly have hoped that she was dragging Roddy's name through the mud by marrying him. It was amusing to her.
Getting home after a shit day, Dorcas first searched for Roddy and then hit the shower and spent a lot of time thinking about what she'd seen at the safe house. That was supposed to be a place of protection. Moody and LeBeau had spent a lot of time getting families to safety, passing through that house. The people at the safe house were probably some families Moody and LeBeau were in the process of finding new, safe accommodation for. The sort of a more permanent nature but they never found it. Parents and children all slain. Whoever had done it was a monster. The dark mark lingering in the sky let Dorcas know that it was a death eater. There weren't many that knew the incantation for the dark mark which meant it was likely a death eater and not some copycat attempting to imitate or intimidate. Dorcas didn't know why she was breaking it all down, though, because she knew exactly who'd been behind it and she'd be sleeping next to him tonight, in fact after an event like that Roddy was usually all fired up for a lot of fun. It was easier when she didn't have to face the mess that he had made, but being married to him, having seen his work on a few occasions, it was almost enough to turn her stomach. Almost. She'd seen and dealt with a lot over the years, there wasn't much that surprised her any more.
After her shower she spent some time with Aurora, not a lot because pretty soon it was time for dinner. She sent Aurora off to play a little while she retreated to her study, though it was nothing that couldn’t be disturbed, Dorcas kept her door open, mostly to listen out for Roddy returning home, and she heard him as he bellowed at Aurora. Dorcas put away her paperwork and locked her desk. Dorcas stepped out of her first floor study and shut the door as Aurora said something that made Dorcas chuckle before the cheeky Princess came up the stairs. “Daddy shouted at me.” She pouted as she ran to Dorcas and wrapped her arms around her body. Dorcas’ shoulders fell against the door from Aurora’s force. “I heard.” Dorcas said knowingly, “Don’t worry, I’m sure daddy will make it up to you with a new … whatever you want.” Dorcas couldn’t think of anything, Aurora literally got everything she wanted. “Go play in your room for a bit, kid, I’ll go tell daddy off.” Aurora ran along to her room, looking, at least to Dorcas’ eye, a little smug at the idea of her daddy being told off.
Dorcas headed down the hallway, locking her office with a flourish of her wand. She went downstairs and saw a bloodied Roddy stripping his upper half. She made her way over to him and started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, “Looks like someone else made you their bitch tonight.” She smirked. It was amusing to see him sliced up a little, she even kind of wanted to prolong the pain a little. No doubt he’d be a little cow about it all.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 21, 2019 0:43:04 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Aurora’s footsteps faded but the sound was replaced by another set. His dutiful little wife appeared and helped him with the buttons on his shirt, at which point Rodolphus needn’t bother continue with them. His hands now freed, he pulled the collar of her shirt forward and peered down at her cleavage. His wound was positioned perfectly to prevent him from leaning over to admire her bum properly, but her tits were just as nice. Admittedly, the meeting with Lord Voldemort had taken some of the wind from his sails, but his mission had been so enthralling earlier that the need to defile Dorcas was still rather strong. Her smart mouth, however expected, was less enjoyable at the moment. “It’s just a scratch,” he claimed nonchalantly, flinching ever so slightly as the fabric of his shirt moved against the cut. Shirt unbuttoned, he moved carefully to free his right arm from the sleeve, then the left. “Want to play healer and patient?” he queried, raising his thick brows suggestively at her. The action made the scratches over his eye sting again.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 21, 2019 1:43:40 GMT
Roddy tried to downplay the significance of the gash across his abdomen. It looked painful and angry. The redness around it told Dorcas that it needed something on it and no matter how randy Roddy was, he'd pass out if he left it like this for too long. It was almost tempting to see how long he could go with it unattended. "But if I heal you, you'll be all fixed up in no time. If I leave your wound to fester it might kill you and then all this gets to be mine." She said, lifting her hands and indicating to the giant sodding mansion they lived in. Though in all reality, Dorcas wasn't interested in the Lestrange mansion or the mounds of gold she might get if Roddy bit the dust, although it did have certain perks she enjoyed, she could still go without it all. "Go lay down on a sofa," She said, nodding her head to the archway through which the lounge was found, "I'll be in in a minute with some things that may or may not help." Most loved ones would give their partner a kiss on the cheek, but Dorcas poked at Roddy's wound with a happy little smirk, watching the blood ooze for a split second before she turned around and made her way back up the stairs, heading to their ensuite to rummage through some of the healing crap she had, fairly certain she had a little essence of dittany left, but did she really want to waste it on Roddy?
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 21, 2019 3:43:56 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
“You know it fuckin’ turns me on to hear you talk of murder.” He was teasing, but only just. Despite their relationship, the Dark Lord had not assigned Dorcas and Rodolphus too many missions together, though there had been a few here and there. He enjoyed watching Dorcas work and he was not above insisting she regale him with her solo missions as a bit of foreplay before he occupied her mouth by other means. When it came to Dorcas, there was really very little that didn’t turn Rodolphus on, and he knew from experience that she felt likewise. She was ridiculously in love with him and her way of showing her affection was by feigning she wanted him dead when in reality it had been he who’d accidentally killed her in a fit of lust and they had never even come close to the other way around.
Dorcas poked at his wound. Rod sucked in air through his teeth making an almost hissing noise at the pain until she was done. He snarled at her and muttered “crazy bitch” through his teeth. One of many pet names he had for her. He turned toward the lounge with a fresh trickle of blood running down his abdomen but called over his shoulder giving additional, vital instructions. “So long as you return naked, I don’t give a flying fuck what you bring back with you.” Hopefully Aurora wasn’t listening in but that would hardly be the worst thing she had overheard from her father. Rodolphus collapsed onto the sofa, not sitting far back at all, in attempt to keep his torso straight and to limit the movement around the cut. “Ader! Scotch!” He needed a drink. A drink and a nice screw would make him feel much better. It always did.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 22, 2019 12:44:53 GMT
Dorcas made her way to their bedroom. A shared bedroom with Rodolphus Lestrange. Dorcas sometimes wondered how the hell her life had turned around so drastically. Perhaps as a teen she had maybe, MAYBE, thought that one day she might end up married, but never with Roddy, and certainly never living in his mansion that he'd shared with his former wife, her ex-dormmate at school Bellatrix Lestrange. Hell, she thought she'd have had more chance marrying Roddy's younger brother Rabastan than Roddy, but of course she'd ended up with the major psychopath. Dorcas was even beyond the point of pretending this was all to keep cover in the Death Eaters. She could have drawn out an engagement for years, she could have ditched Roddy and still have been a Death Eater, but she wasn't interested in that. She'd been living life with him for a while, she was involved in his world more than she ever thought she would be, and it was rather fun on occasion.
Heading in to the ensuite, Dorcas opened the cupboard beneath the sink where she had what looked like a jewellery box. In fairness it was. Just a medium sized sterling silver box with moons and elephants engraved all over it with a little silver lever on the side that could be clicked three times for various little compartments. Inside it was lined with purple velvet and was very fitting for the teenage girl that had once owned it, however when Paris had moved on, picked out a more mature kind of jewellery box, she'd given this one to Dorcas and Dorcas had never bothered to get another, after all she only had a few pieces of jewellery and she gave zero shits about what it was kept in.
Standing up and placing the jewellery box on the counter, Dorcas gave the little side lever a couple of clicks and then lifted the lid. Inside were her medical supplies. She picked up the vial of dittany and had a look. There wasn't a loot left but she figured it'd be enough for Roddy, though maybe she'd make him dance a little before she applied it to the gash on his abdomen.
After grabbing a couple of other things, Dorcas headed back downstairs and turned to her right, heading in to the lounge where she saw Roddy sat on the sofa. "If you want me naked, you'll have to do it yourself." She told him. Not that she'd let him get her naked while Aurora was still free to roam the house. That kid was going to grow up messed up enough as it was, she didn't need to walk in on her naked step-mother at any point in her life, especially not while her step-mother was cleaning up her bloodied father.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 23, 2019 20:41:12 GMT
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Ader had poured his master’s scotch and delivered it to Rodolphus in the same span of time that it had taken Dorcas to fetch her medical supplies. She purposefully moving at a snails pace but Roddy expected nothing less. He wasn’t too badly injured and if he were, it was all too obvious from Dorcas’ attentive nature to him that she would have hurried just a teensy bit more. After all, he hadn’t asked for help in removing his shirt and he hadn’t asked for her to care for him. The suggestion of healer and patient was more role playing their foreplay and less about caring for his wound. If it bothered him too much, he could call Hanley to tend to him and there would be no need to resort to flirting with the old Healer in order to be bandaged up. In his line of work for the Dark Lord, Rodolphus had sustained far worse injuries than this. Hell, in fooling around with Dorcas he was certain he’d ended up in worse shape than this, although there was generally a different sort of exciting element to it than slaughtering a bunch of muggleborns as they attempted to evade the law.
Caramel colored eyes lifted from his glass as Dorcas returned, still fully clothed. “With pleasure.” He wriggled his eyebrows at her tauntingly and bared his teeth at her. The sting from the scratches covering his eye intensified. Rodolphus leaned forward enough to sip on his scotch, then reclined into the sofa, one arm resting on the back of the sofa, the other holding his scotch over the cushioned arm. He would tear her clothes off with his teeth, though the wound on his abdomen was still oozing and so perhaps he ought to have his wife tend to that first.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 24, 2019 3:43:33 GMT
Seeing Roddy in pain was a special kind of happiness to Dorcas, mostly because he always deserved the pain he was in but it was also partly to do with the fact that he was an arrogant knob and so it was enjoyable to see him knocked down a peg or two. Unfortunately it never lasted, Roddy was always back to his knobish self all too fast. Dorcas kind of liked it, though. He was resilient, a trait that she rather liked in of herself so it only made sense that she'd like that trait in a guy she was screwing around with regularly. Okay fine, a guy she'd marry. "Now don't take this the wrong way, but who did this to you?" She asked. Someone observing the couple might think that Dorcas was getting a little protective of her husband, but that wasn't the case, she knew he could handle himself, "Because I'd very much like to offer them a congratulatory blow job." She said, sitting beside Roddy and uncorking the little dittany she had left.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 24, 2019 5:28:24 GMT
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Rodolphus would normally have sneered or growled at the idea, even in teasing, that Dorcas was open to sucking any cock but his own. She taunted him with it, as he taunted her in other ways, but it wasn’t beyond Roddy to slaughter a man who looked twice at Dorcas. In fact, if one were to track down all of Dorcas’ previous affairs over the fifteen or so years that she and Rodolphus had been fucking, one would find a shocking number of those men to be resting comfortably about six feet under. If they were ever found. Not that Rodolphus murdered, or even roughed up or confronted every single man Dorcas had been with while they were ‘together’. Who had the time for that? But there were a few who rather prickled Rodolphus’ feathers. He and Dorcas had never spoken about it, but he was about 75% sure Dorcas was aware. Not that he was jealous sort. No, no, no. On the contrary, he was simply passionate. His passions weren’t limited to maiming Dorcas’ former lovers when he caught wind of them, either. In fact, when Dorcas had run off to another country for a few months presumably for work, though Roddy later discovered it was to abort his heretofore unknown bastard child, he was so overcome with passion that several women fitting Dorcas’ description had ended up discarded in back alleys and dumpsters, having given everything of themselves over to the handsome stranger and then – sadly – being deemed lacking their lives were cut short. That had been some time ago, in the winter of ’74, and they were far beyond that childishness.
Now, as Dorcas offered to blow the man who’d injured her husband, Rodolphus chuckled, though not because the thought of his wife on her knees in front of another man was humorous, but rather this particular man was no doubt still having his insides poked at by the coroner or at the very least laying in some human-sized ice box. Laughing caused the muscles in his stomach to contract and his wound bleed and seared with pain. The half-laugh turned into a sharp inhaling sneer. To cope, Roddy took another sip of his drink. “Just some fucking muggleborn trying to hide himself and some others from the Dark Lord. You can suck him off, if you’d like, but he’ll be stiff in a way I bloody well hope you’re not used to.”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 24, 2019 5:51:08 GMT
Dorcas smirked as Roddy told her about the guy he'd killed. She didn't find it as disgusting as she probably should have but then that was why she was good for being the Order member snuck in to the Death Eaters, she was one of the few that could handle the grizzly tales, the horrid tasks and general monstrosities that the Death Eaters seemed to enjoy. Dorcas could even feign enjoyment of it herself, although she usually preferred to divert attention. With Roddy it was easy, she could just have sex with him, with others she could flirt, flaunt her body a little, but not so much as to make Roddy kill every Death Eater around, although that would certainly make the Order's job a little easier. Still, it would do no good to have Voldemort slaughter Roddy or give him the reputation of a traitor. "Boo." She pouted at Roddy, although her smirk would give the impression she was being insincere. "I got to see your handy-work today. Hand a whole lot of Aurors confused." She told him, "No-one's mentioned your name but I could throw it in the mix for a little chaos. It'd be quite the turn on to watch you running from the law." She smirked, dripping the dittany on to Roddy's gash, hoping the sting would make him wince in turn causing his eye to hurt. She looked down to the wound and it was already looking as if it had been healing for a few days. The skin was new and fresh and the bleeding had stopped, however she was now out of dittany and in need of a replenish.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 24, 2019 6:23:57 GMT
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His eyebrows raised in interest. “Did you? So-” A sharp inhale through gritted teeth as the liquid made contact with the open flesh, burning. He continued, an audible pain in his tone which he ignored. “So this little interrogation was only a formality then?” he teased her. “Making good use of your training, I see.” He paused, sipped his drink, winced at another jolt of pain as the dittany expedited the healing process, then continued. “I wouldn’t worry too much about your lot catching wind of me. I’d say the Dark Lord has things rather nicely wrapped up at the Ministry. You’re far from our only one there, love.” He reached for her free hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it delicately and then nipping at the inside of her wrist.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 24, 2019 7:15:21 GMT
The ministry was a shambles, but for the Death Eaters it was a play house. They had the run of almost everything, although there weren't that many actual Death Eaters, there were a lot more individuals that supported the cause coming out of the woodwork. "What!?" She exclaimed sarcastically, "You mean to tell me that I'm not special?" she grinned, as he nipped the inside of her wrist. "You make it ever so tempting to drag your arrogant arse in sometimes." She commented before kissing him. The thought had crossed her mind a time or two back when they were much younger, but now there would be no point. The ministry was so corrupt there would be no holding him beyond a day, if she was lucky. Though if he ever really pissed her off, maybe keeping him in Azakaban in a private cell for a little while would give her some peace and quiet, to be able to pull that off she'd have to be leading the Auror department. Right now she wasn't sure she could get Roddy in under Crouch's nose without questions being raised.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 25, 2019 1:01:23 GMT
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Rodolphus wrapped his arm around Dorcas as she moved in for a kiss, returning her affections with gusto. His wound was all but healed and the pain of the serum now nothing more than a dull tickle. He leaned forward, pushing Dorcas back onto the seat of the sofa. Without looking he managed to set his near empty glass on the coffee table as he positioned himself above his wife, then using his now free hand he covered her mouth. “Shut up, darling.” He moved his head lower over her body and ran his tongue up the crotch of her joggers, ready to tear into her.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 26, 2019 13:37:46 GMT
It wasn't often that someone could get away with telling Dorcas to shut up, and even rarer for someone to get away with calling her 'darling'. The last time someone had called her 'darling', she'd snapped their wrist in half and broken their nose. Quick easy fixes by someone with the know-how that wasn't her, because while she knew the quick little spell for minor breaks, she wasn't in the mood for helping out arseholes. Luckily for Roddy, he was one of the few that could get away with it, on occasion. Tonight he was in good fortune, she was finding his pain amusing and annoying him was always entertaining, though just because he'd told her to shut up, didn't mean she was going to pay him any attention. She tilted her head back, licking his finger and then bit it, adding enough force to cause pain but not enough that his knee-jerk reaction would be to punch her in the face and knock her out.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 28, 2019 5:19:42 GMT
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He moaned happily into her delicates as Dorcas licked his finger, but the pleasure was short lived as she bit into his finger. He winced, causing the scratches over his eye to sting yet again, though the sensation was nothing compared to Dorcas’ teeth. It hadn’t been hard enough to break the skin and luckily for Dorcas not strong enough that he had any reflexive reactions that would have truly injured her, but almost instinctively he withdrew his hand and slapped her across the face, quickly moving to her throat and squeezing slightly. No doubt this was what she’d been after all along, and he was more than happy to give it to her. Always the attentive husband.
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