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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jul 10, 2018 4:19:58 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Rodolphus was not known as being a patient man. He liked things on his timetable. This went for business and family affairs as much as it did for carnal matters. “I’ve waited long enough, love.” He waggled his eyebrows at her, grabbing her by the waistband of her running trousers and pulling her between him legs. The fact that he had waited around this long instead of popping off to visit some other whore who would suck him off at the snap of fingers spoke volumes for Dorcas’ skill. He wasn’t afraid to admit that she was one of the best shags he’d ever had, and it was precisely for that reason why he had kept up this affair for so long. It was why he put up with her womanly outbursts from time to time and why he let her get away with talking back to him on occasion. He certainly did not have to sit there in her tiny little cupboard of a house, drinking scotch he kept stocked in her kitchen himself, reading up on someone else’s handiwork while she consumed the only meal she could prepare by herself. There were plenty of reasons to be patient and he planned to get through at least half of them before sunrise.
Taking the last sweet sip of liquor, Rodolphus rotated his shoulder, extending his arm as he brought it back just enough to set the now empty glass on the table behind him while keeping his eyes locked on Dorcas’ plump lips, waiting for that tiny gasp that would soon come. His hand moved from her waistband, snaking down between her smooth skin and her knickers as his free hand reached up and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her down and pressing his lips to hers. He wasn’t typically a soft or gentle lover with her. He could be, should the desire ever arise. He had mastered many techniques over the years that pleased all sorts of women, and he could happily make a woman cum in that slow and passionate manner that was often written about in harlequin novels, but that was not the sort of fun he had with Dorcas. She preferred the ecstasy of pain and he was all too happy to oblige her.
Their trail of destruction was evident, beginning in the kitchen and weaving through the rooms of the main floor before turning out the backdoor and ending in the back garden. A tea towel, one end of which was still twisted around Dorcas’ wrist, was the only thing covering Rodolphus as he laid on his back looking up at the stars that had begun to dot the sky as the darkness set in. He hadn’t made her scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear – that would have been impossible without an amplifying spell and he had been a bit preoccupied for that – but anyone who had the unfortunate luck to stroll past the country cottage during their exploits would certainly have been scared off by all noise.
Twisting uncomfortably, Rodolphus reached his free hand under his back awkwardly, leaning closer to the naked siren in his arms as he fished for the item that was pressing into the small of his back. A few moments of shimmying and wiggling resulted in Roddy producing a jagged rock which had been hidden in the grass until Rodolphus rolled over onto it. “Bloody hell. Even your sodding garden wants to fuck me. This thing was almost up my arse,” he teased as he tossed the rock to the side and sank back into position much more comfortably.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jul 19, 2018 1:15:01 GMT
Dorcas shifted in Rodolphus' arm as his chest moved closer towards her. He reached around his back as she moved herself away to avoid having her face smushed into his chest. She didn't mind his affectionate nature much these days. She still had an urge to just get up and walk away but that was because she wasn't usually the snuggly kind. Usually. There were times when she'd rather liked being held by Rodolphus. Usually when she was unwell or around mid-February when the world was just entirely shite for some reason, but mostly she preferred to not be held, she much liked her own space but he seemed to want to hold her, she had no idea why, he was just that bit more sentimental than she was, she supposed. Whenever they spent the entire night together he always had his arm around her or over her. If she could go back to when they first started screwing around and tell herself that this was the sort of relationship they'd have well then forget about not believing it, Dorcas would have straight up hung herself from the whomping willow. She'd have killed herself rather than risked this kind of thing being for real. She'd been a tad dramatic in her school days. Honestly, it would have been one of the worst things ever to have expected back then but now, it wasn't so bad. She could put up with him. Who was she trying to kid? Beyond the sex she actually enjoyed him. Sure he had his flaws; like killing innocent people and hating muggles for no reason at all, buying in to that whole superiority thing that was clearly dragonshit, okay, so there were a lot of flaws, but she still didn't mind that she was having to cosy on up to him to be useful to the Order, it was really just an excuse to keep doing this.
Rodolphus pulled something out from under his arse and tossed it aside having made some comment about being so fuckable or something. She wasn't really paying attention, instead she had small little thoughts on where and how she wanted this conversation to go. She didn't like the idea of asking something of Rodolphus, even in a round about way, but it had to be done. She was of course risking the possibility that Rodolphus would catch on to what she was up to, but over the course of the months that she'd been tasked with finding a way in to the Death Eaters, and using Rodolphus for just that, she hoped to have laid some decent groundwork that wanting to be in the Death Eaters wasn't that far fetched. They'd never spoken about their political views before she'd started complaining about the odd muggleborn at work, eventually working over the course of a couple of weeks to using the loathsome term 'Mudblood'. It was not a term that Dorcas was fond of but there was a certain crowd that used it and to fit in with them, Dorcas would require the use of such a word although thankfully she was certain it wouldn't be required often. "Everything from my teeth to my garden wants to be a pain in your arse." She informed him with a playful little smile as she ran her hand absentmindedly up and down his left forearm, an action that had become second nature ever since she'd discovered his dark mark and knowing that Albus wanted her in with the Death Eaters. It was surprisingly easy to fall into the act of supremacist arsehole and it was about time she took the leap to try and become one officially. Oh Merlin that mark was going to look hideous against her beautiful skin but she supposed they all had to make sacrifices in this time of war. "Enquiring minds would like to know," she said, looking up at Rodolphus, butt naked in the garden seemed just a good a place as any for this conversation, "How would one go about sporting a mark like that?" She asked, looking to his dark mark, her hand stroking over it before she looked back up to Rodolphus, "Asking for a friend." She added playfully, smirking a little and convincing herself this was the perfect time to do this.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jul 23, 2018 6:47:12 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
He barely noticed as Dorcas turned away in an attempt to escape being smothered by the forest of dark hair that covered his muscular chest. Dorcas’ playful words and the naughty smirk that accompanied them were enough to draw his attention. She did like to use her teeth. She wasn’t afraid to inflict a little pain every now and then, in fact, Rodolphus had a permanent scar on his ribs thanks to Dorcas’ playful streak, but more often than not he was the one doling out the punishments for the perceived crime of being too fucking irresistible. He made her pay for other slights as well, though he didn’t always say as much. After having recently discovered that Dorcas had aborted his child in secret some years ago, he’d taken to pushing her a little farther, making her scream a little louder, and in general forcing her to work harder to keep back those beautiful tears that would inevitably stream from her eyes as he finally, blissfully broke her. He punished himself for the event privately, and not in nearly as fun a manner as he did with his mistress. Looking at a picture of his daughter Aurora often made him wonder what his son would have looked like, because although the fetus was aborted long before its sex was known, Rodolphus had since convinced himself that it would have been a boy. His heir, albeit a bastard. His thoughts were his own punishment and he much preferred the torture he put Dorcas through, though she possibly hadn’t even noticed much of a difference in his touch. After passing a certain threshold, all pain feels the same and it’s only the ecstasy that sets each moment apart from the rest.
The tea towel which was still twisted around her wrist like a makeshift handcuff trailed lightly over his stomach as Dorcas stroked the tattoo on his left forearm. He inhaled, bringing in his stomach as the fabric gently tickled him. He raised an eyebrow at her words and turned his head to look at her face as she looked up at him. No matter how well things had gone since inadvertently revealing his loyalty to the Dark Lord, Rodolphus was not prepared for the words that fell from Dorcas’ lips now. It had opened them up for a few more honest conversations, much of which had surprised Roddy, though thinking back on it he wasn’t sure his shock had been warranted. The Meadoweses were known muggle lovers, but Dorcas had never been outspoken on the matter as far as Rodolphus was aware. She kept her beliefs private and it was only her parent’s viewpoints that Rodolphus, among so many others in his social circle, had judged Dorcas on and since spying his Dark Mark upon being summoned in the middle of the night, Dorcas had apparently felt comfortable enough to open up to him. Her views clearly contradicted that of her parents, but he supposed he could see why she would stay mum on the subject for so long. It would have been difficult for her to speak out against her parents, and as Roddy knew for an absolute fact that Emily Meadowes was still doing the shopping and sometimes even cooking for Dorcas (who was basically helpless on her own), he could see why keeping private her true beliefs would have been a necessity. Rod doubted Emily would be as accommodating if her daughter was as vocal about her hatred for muggleborns as she really was. She saved that for Rodolphus’ company, and it didn’t bother him to hear her speak of her work life before or after they’d shagged. Sometimes it was like foreplay and he took the opportunity to imagine how incredible Dorcas would be at his side, slaughtering unsuspecting mudbloods in the dead of night. It was a literal fantasy of his, although she was always blonde in these fantasies, but he couldn’t be faulted for picturing that. The few occasions she had gone blonde were the closest Rodolphus had ever been to admitting she might have been the perfect witch.
His expression darkened before his face disappeared, nuzzled into the mess of her long brown hair. She smelled of sweat and dirt, a glorious combination that made him smile against her ear as he whispered. “Do you really expect me to tell that to an Auror?”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jul 29, 2018 16:11:40 GMT
Dorcas wasn't expecting for Rodolphus to straight up give her an invite into his secret little fold of bad guys. He wasn't going to be open to the idea of letting her into his inner circle of darkness. A part of her had expected Rodolphus to get up and head back inside, possibly with a bit of a chuckle. He hadn't done that and so she was in with a chance to get at least a little information out of him. It was times like this where it would actually have been better to be trained in legilimency. Heck it would have made a lot of things easier, she wouldn't have had to screwed around with him to figure things out. Well that wasn't really why she was screwing around with him, it was an added bonus to screwing around with him. Dorcas didn't care if one way or another it made her some kind of whore, she was fine with that. She was having fun with an impressive guy on her own terms.
As Rodolphus' face got closer to her ear, his face buried amongst the now tangled strands of brown hair, his lips close to her ear, Dorcas couldn't help but smile. His words were softly spoken but they weren't a rejection, they weren't something to deter her they were the opposite. It was a challenge and Dorcas loved a challenge. Getting into the Death Eaters wasn't going to be easy but one way or another she was getting in - with or without Rodolphus' help. "Yes." She said in a somewhat innocent and soft tone, leaning back then giving the side of his cheek a little peck, "And someday I expect you to take me to get my own." She leant back a bit more and grinned a little, her brows quirking a little mischievously, before pushing herself up from the ground, deciding to head back inside without needing to wait around for Rodolphus to laugh his arse off at her request, but it didn't matter if he'd flat out refuse, she'd outright planted that seed that she wanted to be in his precious little group and the next step would be proving herself, which wouldn't be easy but it was completely do-able, Dumbledore would see to it.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jul 30, 2018 1:57:28 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Whether Rodolphus would seriously consider taking his mistress to meet the man he served – and, consequently, the man whom his soon-to-be ex-wife has been either fucking or actively trying to fuck for years now – was yet to be seen, though he wasn’t above entertaining the idea. The accolades that came with bringing in bright new members full of potential were substantial and recruiting an Auror would certainly be worth more than presenting his baby cousin with her assumed interest in working somewhere still undetermined in the Ministry’s many offices. And now, to add to the fantasies, Rodolphus had a mental image of himself screwing Dorcas in one of the rundown bedrooms of Lord Voldemort’s lair, dressed in her Death Eater garb and sporting a shiny new tattoo that still burned when he touched it. That was not an image that would fade away from his mind’s eye quickly.
She kissed his cheek and then pulled herself to her feet, allowing Roddy a glorious view of her backside as she headed into the cottage. “No fair, love. You can’t ask something like that of me and then show off your perfect arse.” He propped himself up on his forearms and admired the sight as she strutted away, leaving him alone in the yard for only a few minutes before he got up and followed her inside. They were not done for the night, not by a long shot, but Rodolphus needed something to drink and possibly a snack before he attacked her again. The mental image of his petite siren moaning for him behind a silver mask would keep him going long after the sunrise.
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