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She was different.
Tom could feel it with how powerful he has become after absorbing just the first little amount of life force he had sucked from her.
She is powerful.
Long, glorious years have passed since the end of his race, and the beginning of his eternal life. When Veelas were still alive, everyone in his kind was so engrossed in finding their mates, believing that finding theirs is their life's greatest purpose. They believed it was their greatest strength. Funny how they failed to see it as their only true weakness. The ease of Tom's success was in taking advantage of that very weakness. He made use of the life bond Veelas and their mates share. Simply put, once marked and mated: you kill one, you kill the other.
However, no matter how smart that plan was, it wasn't enough. He knew he had to have a fallback—a strategy to protect himself effectively for a long time. His plan would be in vain if he was killed prematurely because of a weak plan. A King always places his pawns at the front of the battlefield. They fight for their King, and die protecting their King, and that's what Tom intends to do for all eternity. He needs to find his pawns.
Enter Lucius Malfoy. The stupid human who made it all so much easier for Tom. Ambitious to gain more power, but too much of a coward to actually make it happen. Adored his younger brother, but harbored too much pride to let himself be bested by him. Claimed to love Narcissa Black with all his heart but did not waver in accepting the opportunity for him to rape her. Weak in leadership, strong in politicking.
So when Tom convinced Lucius that what he will be doing will be more beneficial for Lucius than it will be for him, he made him swear an unbreakable oath for his and all his successors' allegiance. So Lucius killed his own brother, not knowing about the life bond, and Narcissa died as well.
Tom Riddle, who have deceived everyone with his gentle smiles and attractive looks, was easily welcomed by all Veelas in their homes. They agreed to meet in private or accept a wine glass from him; all proved to be lethal.
By the next sunrise, he was the last Veela alive.
Lucius got to be the face of the Kingdom, able to spend, drink and fuck without worrying about ruling the Kingdom at all. Tom was able to have all the power for himself, and conquer death without anyone questioning his means.
Funny, indeed that the only Veela at the time to have no mate, came out the strongest and now lone survivor. Tom had no regrets. Why would he? Though faint, he could still feel the combined life forces of all of more than a hundred maidens he had taken in his body. He is eternal. He is God.
...
He is pleased with what Abraxas have picked for him this time. He looked at the piece of paper in his hand, an owl came earlier to deliver the name of his maiden; Hermione Granger is written on it.
They were back in his haven. To the citizens, it is more commonly known as The Forbidden Forest. Located beyond the known border of the Kingdom of Hogwarts, it was secluded and far apart from the Kingdom. Before the time of humans in Hogwarts, this forest was called the Garden of Eden. It was half as big as the kingdom itself, and beautiful without comparison. Flowers of all kinds bloomed wildly everywhere, presenting a beautiful mix of colors and a fragrance so good one would wish to live there forever. It was considered sacred by the Veela's; their place for peace and recreation. After their demise, Tom had made this piece of land his. He made it untouchable and unreachable by spreading horrific and terrible stories so that no one would dare explore inside it. Previously a sacred space for a whole race, for Tom it was now merely his fucking den.
Smirking at the thought, he turns and quietly walks. He stands at the foot of the makeshift bed his new life-bringer was lying in, naked and dirty with soil, still unbathed from their last night's romp. Sleeping comfortably on white feathers—his wings' feathers—she was clearly spent from last night. All the other maidens before her always had to rest for at least three days straight to regain their strength back before they were ready to be taken again. That never stopped him from fucking them while they were sleeping though. He smirks, just thinking about it made his already hard cock weep with anticipation of what he was about to do.
Hermione was lying on her side, so Tom moved her to lay on her back. He studies her body; unlike last night, it was now fully illuminated by the sun. The mark on her neck was still fresh, a strange feeling came to him briefly like a lingering afterthought. He immediately brushed it off. His hands move to her supple breasts, testing the feel of them on his hands. She shifts in bed but doesn't open her eyes. His hands travel lightly from her breasts to her waist, to her abdomen, then down to her thighs. He lets out a pained groan as he sees the dried come on her thighs, remembering last night. He holds his cock with one hand and starts to pull slowly. Tom lifts her thighs and lowers his mouth letting his tongue taste the trail of come from her thighs to her cunt.
Moaning in approval of how she tastes, he makes a large slow swipe of his tongue over her cunt. He began to violently stroke his member, the intensity equal to his need for the woman clueless on his bed. He slips his tongue inside her and tastes her cunt. Tom inserts one finger, and he just loves how wet she was becoming even when asleep. He sucks on her clit so hard and he heard her moan "Tom." He came with a groan, pumping out a long stream of his cum all over her face and her body.
When he was done, he started to lick his come off of her face, her breasts and trailed down to put his mouth on her cunt, fucking it with his tongue. She let out a soft moan. When Tom knew she was ready for his cock, halfway through pulling his tongue out, he felt hands grasping his hair tightly.
Hermione was sitting up, her eyes drooping and totally black, "I know you like how I taste, my Lord," her voice low and hoarse from screaming just a few hours ago, she spreads her legs wider and moves his head, "make me come with your tongue."
The shock from seeing her awake less than a day after their first fuck was forgotten as he immediately went to accomplish the obvious challenge she threw at him. She was shaking and mumbling nonsense in no time.
Delayed to his original intent, Tom immediately stood and scooped her up from the bed, entering her in one swift thrust. He didn't move yet, reveling in the tightness of her cunt gripping his cock. She arched her back at the intrusion, throwing her legs and her arms around Tom to fully accommodate him. She still lacks the strength to do this so early after last night that she's relying solely on Tom's hands holding her hips to not fall.
He slowly pulls out halfway and starts to walk. With every step, he slowly fills her up again. Then slowly pulling out, he slams her on a tree, pumping into her as if he plans to engrave her in it. "You feel so tight, fuck," he said, "How can you still be so tight after last night?"
Both hands fiercely tangled in his hair, nibbling on his ear she whispered between gasps, "No talk. Just fuck me, my Lord." He pounds into her faster and harder, making her lose her grip on his hair. One hand on his shoulder, the other on the tree, Hermione sinks her nail on both hard enough to draw blood, as she came. Her cunt tightens further and Tom presses his hands on Hermione's hips harder to make sure it will bruise, and he spread his wings as he came.
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A week had passed, Tom never missing a day of ravishing his new tireless life-bringer. It was as if her force doesn't diminish no matter how much he sucks out from her. When he grows curious as to how long this one will last by his side, he finds himself fucking her again—and he was always curious.
Before Hermione, a maiden called Bellatrix Lestrange, would have been the strongest and longest he had one yet, lasting almost five years. If he remembers correctly, Bella was not capable of doing what Hermione was currently doing. The others were lucky to have lived for a year or two, there were a few who didn't even last a month, and there was one who perished on their first night.
No matter; as long as he is able to absorb new life, the duration of their stay didn't matter. Tom preferred to be alone anyway. The supposed life span of the maiden he takes transfers to him, and that was enough. He had more than thousand years of life coursing through him. The duration of their survival as his life-bringer did not depend on their health (though it plays a small part), rather it lies heavily on their compatibility with him.
Once they have used up all their energy for him and proves incompatible with his Veela, they perish and turn into dust, becoming one with the soil that fertilizes the forest. Ironic that these corrupt acts against these innocents was strangely making the forest grow more flowers, and smell more fragrant than it was ever before. It was seriously encouraging him to say the least.
The girl on his bed stirs. They just finished a few minutes ago. This time biting her again over the same mark on her neck-the one he made on their first night. He plans to do it regularly to make the mark on her neck stay fresh with his venom. He is always pleased to see the mark, most of the time intensifying his orgasm at the sight of it. Along with that feeling, he can now name the odd feeling he has when he sees it: possessiveness.
She was an unexpected treasure. His treasure. And it was truly a wonder how she had been capable to wake up every day after he fucks her thoroughly. If he compared her to those before her, with how much power he had sucked from her, she would most definitely be dust two days ago. His strength and power worth a decade had already been filled by this girl, in just a week. If this continues, he may not need to have a new life-bringer decade after decade—decreasing the potential risk of all Kingdoms finding out what he was using the offered maidens for. Not that he could still think of taking anyone anymore after this girl beside her.
As it were, he was mulling about her again and how long she will last.
So he fucks her in her sleep excited for her to wake up when she comes.