The black candles hissed as Bellatrix whispered the final syllables of the summoning spell, her dark-painted lips curling into a wicked smile. The velvet-draped chamber pulsed with arcane energy, the sigils chalked onto the floor glowing faintly red.
She stood barefoot in a sheer black robe, the fabric clinging to her curves, breasts barely contained, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's see if this works, shall we?" she purred to no one in particular.
With a low crackle, the summoning circle burst into life. Smoke curled upward, shadows twisting--then coalesced into a figure.
A boy.
No, a femboy.
He stood blinking, dazed, steam rising from his bare chest. Short, jet-black curls clung to his forehead. His toned body shimmered with a light sheen of sweat--fishnets clinging to his thighs, a barely-there mesh thong framing an impressively noticeable bulge. Silver piercings glinted across his brows, lips, and nipples. Small black horns curled above his ears.
Bellatrix's smirk widened.
"Oh... oh, you're even prettier than the spellbook promised," she cooed, stepping closer. "Look at you. All that muscle... all those piercings. I could eat you alive."
Niko blinked, then grinned crookedly. "You're Bellatrix?" His voice was low, velvety, with the barest tremble. "You summoned me?"
"I did. You're mine now, sweet thing." She extended a hand, her long nails trailing along his abs, admiring the shiver that ran through him. "I used the spell with the... special modifications. So there's a little something working its way through your body already."
Niko's knees wobbled slightly, his eyes glazing with sudden heat. "You mean this burning feeling in my belly?"
"Mmm. That's lustroot, fused with a compulsion hex. Every second you're not being touched, filled, or used... the ache will get worse." Bellatrix pressed a hand against his groin. He gasped.
Niko knelt obediently, breath shallow, dark lashes fluttering as the curse dug its claws deeper into him. His body was trembling--caught in a storm of arousal so intense he could barely think. Every beat of his heart sent a pulse straight to his cock, already flushed, hard, and leaking, the tip glistening between the sheer mesh of his thong.
Bellatrix stepped forward, letting her robe fall open fully now--revealing thick, soft thighs, the swell of her breasts, and the slick heat between her legs. She sank back into her throne, legs spread, watching him with slow, deliberate hunge
"Crawl," she ordered, voice silken but sharp. "And put that mouth to good use."
Niko obeyed instantly, his fishnet-covered knees dragging across the stone floor as he made his way between her thighs. He buried his face where she opened herself to him, tongue lapping greedily as if she were the only source of relief in the world. Every little moan she gave made his body jolt. Her scent flooded his senses, intoxicating, and he moaned into her, every sound muffled against her dripping cunt.
Bellatrix tangled one hand in his curls, tugging his head closer as she rolled her hips against his face.
Niko whimpered. The curse clawed at his insides, begging for release he wasn't allowed to have. His cock pulsed freely between his thighs, fully hard, twitching with every moan Bellatrix gave. He was soaked--desperate and dripping onto the cold stone--but all he could do was serve.
"Fuck... good boy," she hissed. "Keep your tongue right there."
His pierced tongue flicked expertly, then flattened and pressed up--fast, then slow, tracing patterns, swirling over her clit until her thighs tensed and her stomach trembled. She ground herself harder against him, riding his face as her moans turned guttural, primal, eyes rolling back.
She rolled her hips, smearing herself over his lips, his nose, letting herself ride his eager tongue. He sucked her clit carefully, then faster when she gasped, his entire body shuddering with need as her pleasure mounted.
"You're mine, Niko," she growled, hips grinding with feral rhythm now. "Just a magical toy with a cursed cock and a perfect, perfect mouth."
She rolled her hips, smearing herself over his lips, his nose, letting herself ride his eager tongue. He sucked her clit carefully, then faster when she gasped, his entire body shuddering with need as her pleasure mounted.
When she finally relaxed, panting, flushed, she looked down at him with a lazy, satisfied smirk.
"Oh, look at you," she said, watching how hard he still was, how badly he ached. "So obedient. So messy. And I haven't even touched your cock yet."
Niko whimpered, eyes half-lidded, his cock straining visibly against the sheer mesh of his thong. He rocked gently where he knelt, instinctively seeking friction, anything to soothe the ache clawing at his core.
Bellatrix stood from her throne.
"You want Mommy to touch you?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.
"Yes," he breathed, voice wrecked with need. "Please... I--I need it."
She chuckled, dark and indulgent. "You need it, hmm? Then show me."
ith a flick of her fingers, she snapped away the flimsy strap of his thong, letting it fall. His cock bounced free--thick, flushed, and already leaking.
Bellatrix said nothing--just slid one of her thick, powerful thighs between his legs and pressed it up, slick and hot, just beneath his cock.
"Grind," she said simply.
Niko didn't hesitate. He thrust forward, cock dragging desperately along her smooth, glistening thigh. A cry tore from his lips. The contact was heaven and hell all at once--everything he craved and not nearly enough.
Bellatrix stood perfectly still, watching with a wicked smirk as he rutted against her leg like an animal, whimpering with each slick slide. She reached down to hold his chin, forcing his gaze up to her.
