Chapter 5 – Checkmate

Lucius Malfoy was practicing chess… as he often did on quiet evenings. Narcissa was away for the evening and his seventeen year old son Draco was away at Hogwarts.

Of course there was one thing he could do that would be far more fun than chess but he wouldn't think of that. It was dangerous to even think such thoughts when he had come so close to giving into her the other day. His sister in law was a temptation he was finding harder and harder to resist.

He dragged his attention back to the game he was playing. He was playing himself. "Knight to H3" he said to the white knight. It moved in an L-shape, smacking the bishop on the head that had been occupying that space. The dazed bishop dragged itself of the board.

"Queen to E5" he said clearly. The black queen moved slowly across the board till she was in the perfect position to trap the King. No piece could take her… and the King was in check. Not only was he in check but there was no move that would bring him out of check… no move that would not put him in a position to be taken by another piece.

"Check and mate" said Lucius with a smile.

Suddenly he heard soft footsteps coming down the hall, too heavy to b the house elf but lighter than a man's. A woman. For a moment his stomach tensed in excitement and dread at the thought it might be Bella.

The door slid open. Wearing a silky ice-blue dressing-gown, her long blonde hair cascading in loose waves down her back, was Cissy. He smiled warmly at the pleasant surprise. He hadn't expected her back form her friends for at least a few more hours.

"You're home early" he said as he got to his feet. "It turned out to be a rather dull dinner party so I decided I'd rather spend some time with my husband" she said with a smile. His smile widened. He really did love his wife.

She walked over to him and slid her arms around his neck. His hands rested on her waist as she kissed him, firstly softly…then hard… her lips parting his. He sighed softly into her mouth. God, it had been a long time since she had kissed him like this… and it felt damn good.

Cissy broke the kiss with a smile, her arms still draped loosely around his neck.

"Missed me did you?" he said teasingly, stroking her sides through the silky fabric of the dressing gown. "Oh yes…" she purred, a heat in her blue eyes he hadn't seen in a long time.

He grinned. It had been too long since he slept with his wife. As much as he loved her they had shared a bed only a handful of times since his escape from Azkaban. Over a year ago now.

He pulled her closer as her hands wandered down his chest, deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He let her go for a moment so she could slide his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

She pushed him gently in the direction of the bed, kissing him again. By the time they got to the bed he had pulled off his pants and underwear. She eyed his swollen cock hungrily. He started to undo the tie of her robe, grinning lasciviously to find there was nothing under it but her.

He sat down on the bed as she slid the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet.

She climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs. He moaned softly into her mouth as she started to kiss his neck… his cock responding to her attentions. She gasped softly at the feeling of him getting hard for her. Cissy leaned in to nip his neck, sharply enough to make him shudder. A moan escaped his lips but at the same time he had the strange feeling something wasn't quite right…

Then her hand closed around his cock and all thoughts of his wife not acting quite like her self vanished. She caressed and fondled him mercilessly, making him harden in her hand. He groaned in pleasure at the feeling of her hand on him. It was just what he needed…

Then she was leaning in to lick and nibble at his neck… hand still massaging his cock… her long dark hair tickling his skin…

'Wait… dark?' he thought. 'Cissy is blonde…'

His eyes went wide as he got a look at her hair… which was getting darker and curlier. Her eyes too were turning a dark brown … her features becoming more delicate… the cheekbones more pronounced… the chin sharper… her breasts fuller…

Bellatrix Lestrange was sitting there on his lap, completely naked, her hand still on his cock.

"Bella!" he sad in a shocked voice. "Yes… me" she said smugly, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

His blue eyes were at the same time angry and aroused. She knew she had him right where she wanted him. Alone… naked… and with a cock that was aching… begging for release. Damn her.

He growled as he pushed her off him onto the bed. She landed on her front, cackling in that high, crazy strangely erotic way of hers. He groaned as he realized he couldn't take it anymore. He had to have her now. The tension between them was just too intense.

But he'd be damned if he'd let her be in control.

She gasped as he crawled across the bed so his body was stretched out above hers. He nipped the back of her neck, making her moan and wriggle her hips closer to his. Just seeing the effect he had on her was making him even harder in anticipation.

She stiffened under him, biting her lip as he rubbed the head of him again her damp heat. "I want it in me…" she whispered huskily.

Finally he did what she wanted, pushing himself all the way inside her with one smooth stroke. A sound somewhere between a gasp and a cry of pleasure escaped as he entered her, the sound mingling with his deep groans.

He withdrew nearly all the way and then pushed all the way back in, hips slamming into hers. Her spine arched and a deep moan escaped her lips. He moaned too as he felt her tightening around him. God she was tight… and deliciously wet… the sensation of her wrapped around him…all of him…was amazing.

He moved in long slow strokes that had her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body wiggling backwards to take more of him in as he moved in and out of her. His breath was coming faster too and his skin was already slick with sweat.

She rocked her hips in short, fast motions that had him moaning his pleasure. The friction felt amazing on his throbbing cock.

He increased the pace of his thrusting, moving his body in sync with hers. She moaned in pleasure and delight as their bodies met hard and fast.

Bella's long curly hair fell either side of her face. Her lips were parted and her dark eyes were heavy lidded. Her hands were tightly gripping the rumpled covers of the bed.

He couldn't believe how amazingly, mind-numbingly good it felt. Every sound she made, every shiver…shudder…spasm of her body…every movement of slick, warm flesh against his cock increased his pleasure.

She was the most beautiful, crazy, seductive, maddening and completely alluring woman he had ever met. Everything about her… from her dark eyes… to her crazy laugh… to her husky purr of a voice captivated him. Made him want her more than he'd ever want anyone in his life. Not even his wife.

He could feel the delicious pressure between his legs building up to what was sure to be an explosive orgasm. He felt himself start to lose control… staring to lose his rhythm as he got closer and closer.

Suddenly he couldn;t restrain himself. She gasped as he took her as hard and fast as he could, each rough deep thrust hitting that spot inside her perfectly.

She shuddered, spasmed, convulsed around him as she inched closer and closer to her climax, every delicious movement of him inside her threatening to push her over the edge.

He loved seeing her losing control… seeing her senseless, delirious with pleasure… loving what he was doing to her.

A few more thrusts was all she need to push her other the edge… hips writhing… bucking… back arched and head thrown back as she screamed her pleasure.

Her orgasm spilled over to him, arching his back and tearing a deep groan form his throat as he had his release deep inside her.

She shuddered a few more times before going still.

He collapsed on top of her for a moment before rolling off her onto the bed.

Neither of them could move or speak in the aftermath, but the blissful, satisfied look on Bella's face told him just how much she'd enjoyed it.

As they lay tangled in the sheets of his bed there was only thought in his mind. She had won the game.

Check and mate.