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Chapter 25

No sound could be heard. Not even the wind was there. Maximilian Hart stood outside a small cottage with the book clutched to his chest. The cottage was old and tattered. It looked as if no one had stayed there for ages. He approached the doorstep with long strides and knocked on the door.

He paused, waiting for an answer. It never came.

He grasped onto the doorknob and opened the door. He couldn't see a single thing in the dark.

"Uncle Rufus?" he called out. "Are you there?" he stepped timidly into the house. He only met more silence. He whipped out his wand and cast and nonverbally cast lumos.

He stepped over debris and old bottles. His wand shone light over the still paintings on the wall. It wasn't that they were muggle paintings, it was because they were unoccupied. Maximilian jumped when he heard a thump come from a room to the left. He placed his hand on the door and pushed it open slightly.

"Maximilian?" a voice wheezed from inside the room. Maximilian's eyes widened when he saw his uncle's form on the floor.

He was about to rush over and help, that is, until the voice had registered. It sounded like Rufus, but Rufus had never called him by his real name. He always called him Gryf.

"You're not Uncle Rufus," he said at the form on the ground.

"You're right, little boy," the form stood up as his voice changed to a much more deeper tone, "I'm not."

TMRKEG

To say that Krista was mad would be an understatement. She believed the correct way to express how she was feeling would be 'pissed to the fiery depths of hell because she had an appointment with the devil'. That was what her mood gave off.

Tom was indeed the devil. Her father had said in a kind voice to bring Krista to Tom's bedroom so she could get comfortable.

She supposed comfortable was being chained to the bed with freaking lingerie on for Tom.

She had no idea what her father and Tom were doing. Probably chatting about the Dark Arts, she thought bitterly. What was so special about the Dark Arts anyway? Just normal magic is fun to tamper with.

She looked down at herself. Black lingerie. Lacy black lingerie. She shivered as the air licked at her bare skin. What she would give for a thick quilt at the moment! But there wasn't even a thin sheet in sight! There wasn't even a pillow to warm herself with.

So she just lay there, listening for any footsteps or signs that anyone was approaching. She stared up at the ceiling for what seemed like hours. How was everyone at Hogwarts? They were probably freaking out over the two disappearances. Either that or trying to cover up the disappearances.

How was dear Maxie doing? Probably on a beach in Hawaii, drink some tropical fruit drink, she thought bitterly.

And Uncle Rufus? It seemed as if he wasn't going to help. The oaf, she once again received a bitter thought.

Krista literally jumped when the door slammed open. She then felt something close to an electric shock pass through her body. She lifted her head up and glared at Tom who had a cocky smirk on his face.

She shuddered in either disgust or want, perhaps both, when Tom's gaze greedily took in her body. "My eyes are up here, Tommy boy," she growled when his gaze had lingered far too long on her chest.

His eyes met hers. "You won't be calling me that anymore."

"And what do you want me to call you? Master? Sire? My lord?" she said with a mocking tone.

"Lord Voldemort will do," it only took him three long strides to reach the bed.

"Planning on taking over the world, Lord Voldemort?" the name gave her chills, even if it didn't seem so on the outside.

He dipped one knee on the bed. "Yes, and you will be by my side, dear. I've already gotten your father's consent."

"I don't care if my father gives you his consent or not!" she backed away until her back was against the headboard, making the chain clink and clatter. "It matters if I give my own consent."

The bed sank under his weight and she closed her eyes when his arms enveloped her in a possessive embrace. She shivered as she felt his lips press against her ear. "It doesn't matter if you give your consent or not, you're still mine."

"Stop talking to me as if you fu-" she caught her slip up, "as if you own me."

"Were you about to use a vulgar word, my little lioness?" his cool lips peppered the lightest kisses on her cheek. "Only naughty girls use those types of words."

Bloody hell, she really didn't like where this was going.

"And naughty girls need to be punished," he grabbed her hips and dragged her down below him. His lips roughly met hers in a dominating kiss. It didn't even feel like a kiss. It was as if he was actually trying to devour her whole.

Despite how much she struggled, she couldn't escape his attack. Frustrated tears came into her eyes. "Damn it, Riddle! Let me go!"

He glared at her, his eyes glinting red menacingly. "A naughty word and that name?" his hand wrapped around her throat. "You must really like pain!"

With every gasp of breath she took, his grip on her tightened. "Do you enjoy my technique?" he leaned into her face. "It's a snake's technique. Every time you try to breathe, I tighten my hold on you. Wonderful, is it not?"

"Wouldn't you enjoy me tightening my hold on you?" she surely didn't know how that question flew out of her mouth. Once she said it, she wished she could take it back for she could feel his arousal pressing against her stomach.

"Such dirty thoughts you have, my lioness," he released his hold on her.

"May I pet your big snake, Voldy?" she said after she had managed to catch her breath. She couldn't ignore the pulsing member waiting be inside her. Krista visibly twitched. She knew she wasn't saying or thinking these on her own!

Tom smirked down at her. "Instead of using that mouth for vulgarity, I could imagine something much more useful for it." And, in less than two seconds and with a loud clang of the chains, he was in a sitting position with his legs on both sides of her body, trapping her while his hands were tangled in her hair bringing her down in between his legs. With only a snap of his fingers, they were both fully nude together.

Fearfully, Krista looked at the large menacing member directly in her face.

"Suck, witch," he said with impatience and her hand started to unconsciously move until it cupped his hardness. Dear Merlin, he was at least nine inches. How had it fit into her before?

She felt him tug at her hair. She put her pale pink lips against his head and gave it a tender lick. "Don't you tease me," he half growled and half groaned at the same time. She felt a little devious and decided to test him again, this time licking at his sensitive slit.

This had apparently agitated him for he then shifted his hips so that she had taken him into her mouth. He forced her head to bob while he brutally fucked her mouth. She gagged when he hit the back of her throat. Once she got the hang of it, she started bobbing her head on her own. Her tongue caressed the underside of his cock, causing him to let out an animalistic groan.

"Suck harder, bitch," her eyes momentarily widened when he called her that but she did as she was told. "Yes, that's it," the sight of her lips on him and her dirty golden hair fanned out around her face almost made him come in that very second.

It had to end there. He was having far too much fun to end it there. So he pulled her back by her hair, her lips caused a popping sound when she released him.

His hand moved to between her thighs. He ran two long fingers across her lips and smirked. "Wet already, dear?" he brought his coated fingers up to her lips. Krista wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Open again," he commanded and she warily parted her lips. His fingers eased into her mouth and she didn't know whether to be disgusted or aroused. Part of her was disgusted, while an unknown and new part of her seemed aroused.

He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his own mouth, tasting her sweet essence. In one swift movement, he was fully sheathed inside her.

"So tight," he groaned into her mouth.

"So big," again, one of Krista's eyes visibly twitched.

"I know," he said with a smug smirk.

"What have you done to my mind?" she managed to growl out.

Tom chuckled. "So you aren't as dense as I thought you were," he received another deadly glare. "It's a type of Sex Magic. It makes your thoughts extremely dirty."

"I know," he said conceitedly. He started pulling out and pushing back in at a tormenting slow pace. She moaned and glared at his conceited face. She then noticed a cute freckle right under his left eye, from her point of view. It was his only feature that looked out of place. The rest was all pale and unblemished.

His pace gradually grew faster as her moans became louder and more responsive. Only the bed creaking, the slapping of flesh on flesh, and their moans could be heard in the room. From hallways down, the only sound was probably coming from their room.

As they both came simultaneously, Krista wondered how long it was going to be like this. But…wasn't she enjoying it? Better than schoolwork, she thought as she fell asleep from exhaustion.

KEGTMR

Grindelwald smirked as he heard the two lovebirds upstairs from his study. Sex fiends, he chuckled as the thought ran through his mind.

His thought was interrupted though, by a knock on his door. "Come in," he drawled lazily.

A dark head man pushed open the door and took three steps into the room.

"Ah, Devon, did you get what I wanted?" Gellert asked impatiently.

Devon Allard smirked and took placed the thick book on the dark wizard's desk. "It wasn't that hard finding it."

You know, I should be studying for exams, but decided to finish the chapter instead! Be thankful. It's longer than any of my other chapters too! I'm proud of myself!

AND it's the night before my birthday!

Your reviews could be my birthday presents? Please?

~TRC~