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A Dark Troy
The kiss took her off guard and she gasped against his thin lips. A swift tongue took the opportunity to thrust into her mouth and explore the moist cave. Long flicks and fast swirls dominated her small mouth; she stiffened with the intrusion. Hermione Granger was in foreign territory. She had kissed a boy. She had experienced the rough groping of teenage hormones, but never has she been here. Never has she been alone with a lust filled man intent on her. No boy but a man. A man bent on power, his pleasure of his victory, and the domination of her virgin body. Complete submission of her mind. A new fear settled into her stomach, but she ignored it. Her mind was in full operation in this challenge; exactly as the Order had trained her.
But, the Order had begged her to relinquish her purity. To make love to someone who was at least a friend rather than having it stripped from her by battle or victory. She had refused every volunteer; frustrating many and angering others. She knew it was a rare opportunity to relinquish something that was only a problem in battle. Rape was far more painful with inexperience and many powerful and Dark rituals required a virgin. But, she couldn't do it. She had been angry at their pleas. She would lose her virginity with no regrets, and tonight there were no regrets. If she could not find love then she would lose it for a cause.
He withdrew from her and chuckled, "why so tense, my dear."
His voice was silk to her ears and a seduction of fire across her skin. Trails of heat ran up to her cheeks as his long fingers began to tease her breasts. She found it hard to reply to his mocking question, "I…I've…never."
He threw his head back in a booming laugh that frightened her even more. It lasted for just a moment before he was looking back into her innocent hazel orbs, "Severus has informed me of your, as he said 'infuriating refusal to bed any of the men in the order' but he said it with far more rage and rejection," cool hands smoothed across her smooth back down to her still clothed backside, "you're a smart witch, so why would you refuse such an offer, hmm?"
She skittishly jumped closer into him as his hands needed her toned muscles lining her buttocks and thighs. A rumble of pleasure shook his tall frame, "I couldn't just bed anyone," her lips brushed against the rough material of his robes as she stared hard at his slow rising and receding chest.
"Interesting," those skilled hands traveled upward till thin fingers grasped the braided rope around her body. She gasped and his lips came to her ear, "you say that but you are about to do just the opposite," with a light tug of both hands the bow slid apart and let the rest of her cover pool around her feet. A hiss escaped his lips as he drew back to take her in.
Embarrassment flooded her body. Heat coated her skin in a pink flush. The black material swallowing up her bare feet was cool and suddenly extremely interesting. She was naked. Completely exposed to the Dark Lord's eyes and he hissed. She knew that bookworm's didn't have fantastic bodies or pretty faces but he could have at least faked it. Uncontrollably, she went to wrap her arms around her waist but strong male hands stalled their progress.
"Do not hide from me," Hermione could hear the carnal snarl deep in his throat. It permeated his speak with an animalistic anger.
She blushed deeper as she looked up into his hungry narrowed gazed and was startled. She expected to find disgust or some form of distaste swimming inside of his gaze, "you would still crave my body after seeing it?"
The skin above his left eye rose in an expression of confusion. He studied her closely before it finally hit him, "you really are that naïve, that innocent," he pulled her closer to himself and rested strong hands on her hips, that simple action decided his plan of attack, "you are so immersed in your studies and books you do not realize that males gape at you with lust. Hungry lust for that curvaceous body of yours," his fingers ran up her side making her shiver and he grinned at her reaction, "each member who offered themselves wanted to feel you tight around him, crying out there name," his left hand cupped her breast and began to massage it gently, she gasped, "many of my Death Eaters have expressed their desire for your body nightly."
He chuckled at her blushing cheeks and slowly heating gaze, "m-my body? Why?"
He should have been furious at her simple questions but she was truly confused. She wasn't trying to stall what was to take place, the inevitable. The young lioness was genuinely curious. Shaking his head he bent to taste the smooth flesh of her long neck reveling in her shudder of pleasure, "Because they are male, men, and beautiful woman with equally beautiful bodies set their loins on fire. They ache to force themselves into you and thrust until they are crying out with their own pleasure," her body became hot with each word and skilled stroke of his teasing hands, "I crave to spill my seed within you and watch as you writhe with your own pleasure underneath me," he nipped gently at her skin sending a small breath of air from her lips, a sigh, "No rape, just domination of that magnificent body of yours. A domination that you must complete with your submission"
With that his actions increased in earnest and the room began to spin. Floating candles cut through the room like fast moving fireflies. Each put in strategically placed areas. Their red flames licking hungrily at the air like his fingers on her skin. She closed her eyes and felt his lips pressed to her flesh. Romance coated the atmosphere heavily and she cursed his brilliance while she admired it. He had prepared everything for her submission. The smell of incense helped her body into a lusty state and heat swam inside of her stomach making her ache deeply. She needed to be filled. To wash away this aching desire that dripped juice down her inner thighs.
A loud intake of air near her stomach startled her and she looked down to find the Dark Lord. His outer robe removed to reveal his long torso and shifting muscles, "I can smell your arousal, Hermione, I can feel the craving in each part of your feminine body," his powerful hands forced her knees toward himself and she fell backward onto the bed. He was between them, "you smell of the crisp pages of a new book. A nice combination of something forbidden and wild," a long tongue traced the warm liquid back up to her warmth, "I have always desired the forbidden."
That tongue slipped between her folds and swirled around her sensitive pearl. She cried out startled and pulled away, dragging herself across the bed. Her body shaking with the intense feel of her lust and need of him but fear still claimed her. She tried desperately to remind herself what she had to do, but this was terrifying. Would he be rough? Would he mark her skin and take pleasure in her blood? He was a sadist! Hermione knew what she had to do but that didn't mean it was easy. Shaking she watched his wicked tongue draw back into his mouth with a groan of satisfaction. His eyes closed and head thrown back in bliss, "oh, and you taste so much better."
His crimson gaze slowly returned to her retreated form, a powerful lust swimming in their glowing depths. Below his flaring nostrils was an alpha smile. Hermione's heart rate quickened upon seeing perfect white teeth flashing at her. The incisors on each side slightly larger than a normal person's, and she pictured a hungry wolf. She could feel the loud thrumming of her pulse as he rose and moved slowly around the bed toward her. He was no longer a wolf but a jungle cat stalking his prey, slow and merciless. Every shift of his ivory flesh rippled powerfully with the muscles beneath. The smooth plane of his chest textured with arousal and she tried desperately to avoid looking at the erection beneath his dark breeches. The bulge was just noticeable underneath well formed abs and thin waist. She whimpered as he crawled across the cotton bed and grasped her ankle. His long fingers circled the area easily and with a single tug she was sprawled beneath him.
She defensively pressed her palms to his cool flesh and felt another rush of heat flood her nether regions. Her nipples were tight peaks of desire and she whimpered once more at the agony of it all, "I..I don't..."
He silenced her with a swift kiss that she only had moments to reply to before he had pulled away, "Do not worry," he whispered gently against her check as one of his hands grasped her wrist and slowly drew it downward, "follow my lead."
Her eyes bulged as her hand was placed against the hard length of his manhood. Somehow he had removed the rest of his clothing while lying above her. He was long and smooth. A diameter that she knew was larger than most. She shuddered with the thought of him fitting within her, "will you fit?"
She blushed deeply with her question, but she was so curious about all of this. The bookworm inside of her wanted to know everything about the subject and she allowed it full reign. This was one of their battlefields and she needed to take in as much as possible. His milky chuckle made her blush deepen and her nipples to darken into hard peaks, "your whole body colors when you blush," a moist tongue traced the hard curves of her clavicles making her moan softly in pleasure, "you arch perfectly when I stroke you," strong hands ran over her body slowly. Exploring every curve of her petite frame as if she were a book filled with unknown knowledge.
His hands were driving her crazy and the thirst swimming in his eyes frightened her. She was still worried about her first question that he completely pushed aside, "V-Voldemort…."
"Such an anomaly," she gripped the sheets beneath her as his lips joined tracing fingers and palms, "every plan was foiled by you in the beginning," hot breath helped to moisten her dampening skin, "I was kept in the Dark because you stood beside that boy," he nipped at her breast in a mock punishment but continued his maddening attention, "but I can't find the rage to torture you," hands slipped beneath her curving backside before sliding down the backs of her creamy thighs, "I want to dominate you. An alpha male claiming his female," his mouth traced down her legs to her ankles, "forcing her stationary with one tight clamp of his jaws," his tongue swirled around her ankle twice before he made his way back up her body to her lips, "as she accepts the throbbing length of her master."
Her head had been thrown back in ecstasy as he moved over her young body. She could feel his warm breath ghosting over her full and slightly bruised lips. The man was excellent at everything he did, and his description left her speechlessly terrified, petrified. His lips brushed hers as he spoke, "you'll scream that name when it is done."
He brushed feather kisses across her mouth seductively as he gently unclenched her tight grip on the sheets and laced their fingers before pressing them tightly to the pillow above their heads. He leaned heavily on his left elbow as he pressed a knee between her legs, separating them and placing himself between. She released the sheets with her right hand and gripped his flexed bicep tightly; his throbbing head was pressed to her entrance. She was shaking as she looked up at the flaming red eyes burning into her; waiting curiously. Her body ached with a strange need. In a matter of moments a large abyss had been carved out of her insides and she desperately wanted it filled; needed it filled, "please."
His eyes flared with unimaginable desire and a loud growl rumbled within his chest, "Please what?"
Her eyes caught fired with his words. She pulled herself up to his ear and with her words started the second war for the Wizarding world. A war that would be filled with lust and passion, rage and hate, pain and death, curiosity and one emotion none would have ever expected, "You're the master, figure it out."
Growling he thrust into her, slamming his body against hers with a slap of flesh. Hermione threw her head back with a cry of pain as he speared past her barrier. White hot pain coursed through her abdomen causing her to arch against his cool flesh, wanting it soothed. Her small hand gripped his tightly and her nails dug into the flesh of his tensed muscle. Teeth were clamped hard on her lower lip as she whimpered.
"So tight, ohh, you're so tight," his ghosted words brushed across her ear as he shifted atop her. She gripped him tighter and groaned as another burst of pain cut through her, "relax Hermione," he moaned with pleasure, "for my sake relax or I'll come within you now!"
She was startled by the powerful arousal coating his voice. She wanted to gain control so she gripped him tighter with a small grin. Her grin was exchanged with another cry as he drew out and drove back in. She was forced to loosen her muscles around him to avoid the agony, "you vixen!" He nipped at her neck but his voice wasn't angry; it was pleased, "my advice was as much for you as me."
She opened her clenched eyes slowly as he settled against her. He was watching her amused. The intense gaze made her squirm but she froze when another lighter pain ran down her thighs, "the girls never described it as painful," her voice was a soft whisper. She was trying to avoid causing her body more pain.
Grinning more wickedly he bent and kissed her far too gently for a Dark Lord; swirling his tongue around her's trying to coax a reply. Carefully she flicked her tongue against his and responded to the kiss with passion. His hands massaged her aching nipples and a new flood of her fluids coursed down to his tight balls. A loud groan vibrated her soft lips and he pulled away, "do girls discuss everything?"
She gasped softly as he drew out and slid back in. The pain was slowly vanishing into a strange pleasure, "y..yes."
He shifted ever so often to allow her to adjust, "did you ask?"
She gasped and tried to find his rhythm, "no."
"Mmm," his pumping was increasing in speed and his mind slipped elsewhere, "wrap your legs around me."
She complied and discovered it gave him better access to her core. Her back arched off of the cool sheets; pressing her body flush against his, "Ooo!"
He growled, "Magnificent!" his thrusts jarred her body with amazing pleasure and she drew him closer to her sensitive flesh.
"Harder," both were startled to hear her lust filled voice filling the room, but he complied with extreme satisfaction.
"My pleasure," he bent their arms over her head and rose up on his left hand sheathing himself to the hilt rapidly and repeatedly.
It felt magical to have him inside of her; he fit perfectly, and the large abyss was slowly filling within her; however, she needed something more. Something was dancing around the precipice of their twined bodies and she desperately needed it; craved it! She reached up and drew his lips to hers hungrily. He released her hand and wrapped a strong arm around her waist, holding her to him tightly. Tongues fought for domination as she met his thrust with her own uneven ones, but he gently corrected her sloppiness with a shift of his arm. She broke the kiss and buried her face into the crook of his neck, "I need something," she gripped him tighter, "I so desperately need it!"
He threw his head back and laughed before grasping her backside tightly and lifting her into the air. His knees firmly planted on the comforter and sheets as he impaled her on his hard length. She cried out in exquisite bliss as he held her firm and stationary against his powerful frame. Every thrust dominated her small frame as she helpless clung to his towering body. Her legs wrapped tightly around him as pulses of victory rolled off of his body demanding her submission. The sweat glistening ivory skin a perfect moonlit contrast to her oiled sunlit golden flesh; ice to her fire.
He looked down at her hazel gaze which was upturned to him with a silent plea. He watched her closely as he spoke. His voice thick with her own silent need, "say it."
She gasped as their bodies continued to collide noisily but she made no other sound. Her mind knew it was the way to begin the battle of the war, but if she said his name something would happen. He would claim her exactly as he had described it. She would be his completely. Her heart begged her to find another way; to deny him the pleasure that she desired in return.
"Say it!" His voice was a growl against her flesh but she continued to stay silent. Her grunts of unfinished pleasure the only voice of what was actually happening. He gripped her tighter to him and slammed harder, driving in at a different angle to hit her sweat spot. She whimpered with the new pleasure that kept her on an agonizing cliff as firmly as he held her to his body, "please!" She begged desperately, frightened of where this had gone.
"Submit to your master and say it!" It was a jungle cat's roar and a wolf's howl. Without warning he clamped his teeth firmly onto her shoulder and increased his speed, sending eruptions of unearthly pleasure into her.
It was over for Hermione; her mind shut down and something more primal took over. She threw her head back as he thrust one final time and screamed into the fast darkening room, "Voldemort!"
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