This is my naughtiest chapter yet, just warning you! Enjoy it people, it gets rather dark after this…as always please let me know how I'm doing!

Chapter 12 - Voldemort's Summoning

They were alone once more, Eleanor wanted to thank him, but the wrong words left her mouth.

"Why?" she asked out loud.

He stepped closer to her, looking down into her eyes once more.

"If this fails, all else is lost." He replied, his voice rumbled in his chest.

Eleanor looked at him, his handsome features, his smooth pale skin, his strong demeanor, his alluring voice, his musky scent. She wanted him, he had sacrificed his safety for her and she sought to repay him.

"I won't fail." She whispered.

He grasped her arm and pulled her to him, pressing her silken nightgown against his robes.

"You had better not." He growled.

His hands tugged at the lace threading though the back of her gown, she felt it slip off her body, she was naked before him.

He pushed her gently down onto the rug, his fingers ran lightly across her bare skin, tracing the contours of her body, she felt her skin break out in goose bumps, and shivered.

He began to tease her flesh with his tongue, running it along her chest, and over her nipples, his soft hair fell over his face and trailed across her body.

He stimulated her, his hand stroking expertly in between her thighs, he licked her neck, and traced his tongue along her earlobe

She squirmed with delight, feeling a cold rush of excitement break out from in-between her legs making her wet.

She moaned, and he responded by sliding his fingers inside her.

" Please, Lucius-" she gasped

" Hush" he commanded, his voice low and passionate.

She bit her lip, restraining an orgasm; the feeling of his fingers in her was almost to much to bear.

He withdrew from her suddenly; she opened her eyes to see him taking off his upper layers.

The sight of his firm, muscular chest excited her, she felt her body heave with lust as he bent over her and kissed her lips, slipping his tongue in her mouth, and roughly handling her body.

He unbuttoned his trousers and took out his erection; he placed it inside her gently, laying on top of her, his tongue sliding over hers.

He thrust against her, making her moan delightedly, he was large and satisfying.

"Lucius…" she whispered through shallow breaths, feeling her body tingle with exhilaration.

He moved deeper inside her, she felt her inner thighs leaking over his manhood.

He thrust intensely, until eventually he let an orgasm spread inside her, he groaned, and lay on top of her, his skin sticky and hot.

After a few moments, he stood up, tucking himself back into his trousers and took another glass of alcohol before putting back on his shirt.

Silently Eleanor slipped her nightgown back on, feeling strangely awkward and not knowing what to say, her head was still swimming slightly from the firewhiskey.

Lucuis placed himself in the chair once more, he pressed his fingers together and surveyed her through his penetrating gray-blue eyes.

"I have been thinking-"

A sudden pained cry tore from his throat; he fell off the chair onto his knees, clutching his forearm in his hand.

His face was concealed behind a sheet of white-blond hair, but Eleanor heard his breathing was loud and ragged.

He sat panting for a few moments, saying nothing grasping the material of his robes.

Eventually he moved, pulling back the sleeve of his robe to reveal a thick, black tattoo, burnt into his skin, bearing a deathly looking skull that spat out a serpent from it's mouth.

" The Dark Lord summons you." He said, his voice was no more than a whisper.

A deep, icy dread slammed into Eleanor, her stomach lurched, a clammy sweat broke out over her skin and made her quiver.

This was it, she was finally going to have to face Voldemort…