Heart of Phobos, Spirit of Deimos
Disclaimer/Plot/Challenge Information/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my faithful fans, who continue to support and enjoy my work: my recommended reads are Dark Lord Potter, Damaged Raven and Apex by JustBored21, Lord of Caer Azkaban by Rorschach's Blot, Earl of the North and Delenda Est by Lord Silvere, Eldritch Blood, Yield to the Darkness, On the Delights of Drinking Blood and Lord of the Red Land by Quatermass, Never Cross a Potter by Kourtney Uzu Yato, Dark Prince Rises by Ronin216, The Boy With No Name by DarkQuartz, True Prisoner of Azkaban by Kage James, Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch and Birth of a Nightmare Man, The Nightmare Man and The Nightmare Man's Journey by Tiro
Key Pairing: Harry/Bellatrix
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mind Speech'
/Parseltongue/
Review Answers:
Thunderofdeath97: Well, given he eats humans and he himself isn't one anymore, I'd say it's probably pseudo-cannibalism;
A10riddick: During the Dementor attack before 5th year, which is where this story started;
WhiteElfElder: I leave that to you to decide with your imagination, my friend;
StallionWolf: An Undertaker reference? Seriously? Actually, scratch that…it's kind of appropriate;
Harry, meanwhile, looked back up to the Dementor as he asked, "Are you saying you put your…your Heart inside of me to…to make me Father?"
'Yes Father.'
"Huh," said Harry, running a finger over where his scar had now healed before he laughed, "Well, I suppose there are weirder ways to come into your true self…"
Chapter 3: Crazy! It's the New Sexy
"Say that again!"
Even as the dulcet tones of Mrs Black's shrieking portrait reacted to the voice of her only living son and heir demanding to hear the truth about what he had just heard from the latest report courtesy of the Order. Out on the stairway, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny also jumped as Sirius' voice resonated through the Extendable Ear, his rage and fury all too clear, even to the kids.
"Bloody hell," muttered Ron, cleaning one ear out with a finger as he groaned, "Who knew that guy still had a voice to scream about?"
"Wonder where he gets it from," drawled Ginny, indicating the shrieking portrait a few floors below, even as she looked to the Twins, "You two going to do something about her? We can't hear whatever it is that's made Sirius so…pissed!"
"Ginny, if your Mother heard that language…"
"Sssshhh!" insisted Fred, earning a thankful smile from Ginny after Hermione berated her.
George, meanwhile, went to silence the portrait, even as the others listened to the voice on the other end of the Ear.
However, it was Sirius' next words that silenced the whole group as they strained to hear;
"What do you mean Harry's in Azkaban?"
Phobos-Deimos
"What do you mean Harry's in Azkaban?"
"According to reports filed from anonymous sources inside the DMLE, Mr Potter was sentenced to life in Azkaban Prison, complete with having his wand destroyed and all chances of parole revoked."
"And what self-centred old hag let that happen without a fucking trial?" demanded Sirius, earning a visible flinch from Remus as the underlying message was as clear as day to the werewolf.
Unfortunately, the rest of the Order didn't follow, especially not the overbearing redhead opposite Sirius, "Sirius, keep your voice down: I'm sure Professor Dumbledore is dealing with it all right now. Besides, it's not your job to worry about Harry, not when you're clearly irresponsible enough to…"
"Finish that statement, Molly, and I promise you that the next room you'll clean is Remus' changing room…on a full moon!" hissed Sirius, earning an alarmed, but also enraged look from Molly Weasley as she looked up to him, even as Sirius went on. "When will you people get it through your thick heads? Where that boy, every breath he takes, every beat of his heart and every cell of his being are concerned, it is my business, whether I am a free man or not."
"Some guardian," sneered Molly, pointing an accusing finger at Sirius as she insisted, "You who chose your own selfish vendettas over the health and wellbeing of that boy."
"Says the controlling woman who seems to think she has freedom of right to try and replace Lily," argued Sirius, earning an accusing glare from Remus, though not before the werewolf also directed the look in Molly's direction, even as Sirius went on. "Don't think I don't know how you bullshitted Harry into handing over his vault key last year; I also remember how he actually had to beg you to give it back to him, right after you conveniently managed to make your daughter look like a princess, but your son looked like something my Animagus form wouldn't roll in."
"He doesn't need the…"
"Don't con a conman Marauder, Molly," hissed Sirius, though not before he smiled knowingly as he added, "I happen to also know that Harry also requested a list of withdrawals made from his vault and for what purposes. Tell me, for what reason does a fourteen-year-old boy purchase a top-of-the-range Faeland Party Dress with ribbons and trimmings?"
Now every other member of the Order were glaring at Molly, even Remus, Moody and Nymphadora – don't call her that – Tonks, the latter of whom frowned, her hair turning blood-red, even as she asked, "You're trusted with something that your own son should have told you…"
"Oh mind your own business, Nymphadora, and you as well, you pathetic excuse for…"
Whatever else Molly might have said was suddenly silenced, courtesy of Sirius and Remus, the latter of whom moved from his friend's side to stand next to the silenced Molly, who stared at him in alarm, even as Remus growled menacingly at her.
"Don't call her Nymphadora…and don't you dare insinuate that Sirius is pathetic: while he was risking Azkaban to try and offer counsel to our boy, you were stealing from him, smothering him and trying to further disgrace the memory of a woman who is, was and always will be a million times the witch you ever were, Molly Prewitt!"
While even Tonks was surprised by Remus' venomous streak, the rest of the Order were both sickened and surprised to hear Remus' next words.
As were the kids listening with the Extendable Ear.
"I know you never got over how easily James chose Lily over you, despite your attempts to use Amortentia on him, which only cost you…10,000 Galleons, was it? But that doesn't mean you can try and snake the debt back from her and replace her, because, in case it escaped your notice, Harry is Lily's child, which makes him a far better wizard than you or any of your children…and yes, you lot listening through the door, I mean that!"
Judging by the stumbling crashes that sounded from outside, it was clear the others hadn't realised Remus' enhanced hearing would pick them up, even as the werewolf went on, "But that is neither here nor there as, right now, the only thing we should be focusing on is getting him out of there before Azkaban does irreparable damage, not only to Harry's soul, but his mindset…or have you forgotten who else is currently behind bars?"
"Aunt Bellatrix," whispered Tonks, earning a slow nod from Remus.
"Without the right aid and protections, that witch will eat him alive and then hand the bones to Voldemort, so let's stop pissing about with feckless points of who controls who because, in case you all forgot, thanks to last year, Harry is actually an adult in our world, which means there is only one person with any right to control him and even Sirius knows who that is, don't you, old friend?"
"Harry James Potter," said Sirius, nodding once, before he looked over his shoulder as he raised his voice. "And since you're all listening in on those ingenious devices, anyway, you might as well come and help us figure out a legal way to undo this shit-storm that my boy's found himself in."
Phobos-Deimos
"Harry Potter is in Azkaban?"
"Yes, my Lord," replied Lucius Malfoy, half-trembling with fear and half with delight at the fact that, not only had he been the one to deliver the best news that any Darksider could have received, but also at how soon the biggest thorn in his side would soon be lost, broken and even Kissed.
"That is interesting," agreed Voldemort, petting Nagini's head for only a moment before, lifting his wand, he commanded, "Crucio!"
Suffice to say, Lucius was alarmed at the sudden change in the Dark Lord's demeanour, though, at that particular moment, he was too pained and tormented to say or do anything, but scream as the power of the Dark Lord tore at his nerves and his mind. After several long, agonising minutes, Voldemort released Lucius from his curse, before the Dark Lord let out a low, menacing hiss of discontentment as he spoke again.
"I can practically smell your delight, Lucius; do not be so fickle as to believe you will be rewarded for this information. Quite the contrary, I think this opportunity presents me with an interesting option for our next step…one that you will not like, my slippery friend, even less than you like the idea of your precious son being made my servant to make up for your failures."
As Lucius trembled and quivered from the Cruciatus, he also felt sickness and dread rise up inside of him as he was reminded of the latest edict made by the Dark Lord, to account for Lucius' failings, first with the attacks on Mudbloods at Hogwarts and then, for constantly proving that he could not put aside selfish delusions and fickle choices in favour of supporting their cause.
As for his son, Voldemort thought of dear Draco as only two things.
A pawn to be used against Dumbledore.
And Nagini's next meal.
For now, however, the Dark Lord continued addressing the quivering lump that was Lucius, "I want you to find out who has dared to disrupt my goals by thinking the troubles will end with Potter in Azkaban. When you do, I want you to make sure they learn their lesson, no matter what you must do to teach them that lesson, do you understand, Lucius?"
"If…if I do, will…will you spare Draco?"
"Of course," replied Voldemort, though he waited until Lucius was gone before the Dark Lord looked to Nagini as he spoke again.
/My apologies, my beautiful friend…it looks like you won't be eating the ferret alive after all…I must honour my promise./
Phobos-Deimos
"Cornelius, you must see reason!"
"I see perfectly-well without your nonsense, Albus," argued Minister Fudge, a small part of him wondering just how many times this delusional old coot had to have been dropped on his head to not get the point first time.
"As far as the reports are concerned, Potter not only threatened the Statute of Secrecy, but he also assaulted two Aurors with Dark Magic-Class spells, as well as evident use of Torture Curses on an unsuspecting Muggle. When he was finally subdued, he laughed like a madman, which, of course, he is, given these lies about You-Know-Who and his quest to fuel your evident takeover of the Ministry."
"Cornelius, I have a witness who swears…"
"The matter is closed, Dumbledore," insisted Fudge, though not before his eyes shone as he savoured his victory over the Brat-Who-Lied and his manipulative war-mongering old master. "Harry Potter will stay in Azkaban, for life, no visitation rights or parole; furthermore, just to ensure no more hiccups in security, I will make absolutely certain that every visitor to Azkaban is searched, double-checked and all potential dangers to their person left with the wardens upon arrival. I won't allow another Black, or Crouch, to break out while I am Minister."
"But Cornelius…"
"MINISTER!"
Even Dumbledore was alarmed, if not surprised, to see Percy Weasley run into the Minister's office, earning a dark, if not suspicious look from Fudge as he asked, "Yes, what is it, Wallaby? Can't you see I am in the middle of an important meeting with Mr Dumbledore?"
"I…I'm sorry, sir," replied Percy, ignoring Dumbledore's questioning looks, as he instead addressed the Minister.
"We…we've just received a report that says a mass Dementor attack has just taken place in Azkaban with many casualties, including Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange, Amycus and Alecto Carrow, Augustus Rookwood, even Barty Crouch Junior's corpse…all of them seem to have vanished from their cells, but the Dementors also seem to be going through a feeding frenzy that has targeted every Ministry personnel on the island."
"What?" asked Fudge, looking to Dumbledore in disbelief as he asked, "How…what…who could…"
"I think we both know," said Dumbledore, his voice grave, as well as dread-filled as he looked from Fudge to Percy as he asked, "What about Harry, Percy? Is he among the victims?"
"We're still getting reports, sir, but, so far, no word about him!"
"Thank Merlin."
"Anything else, Wellington?" asked Fudge, earning a shake of the head from Percy, while Fudge scoffed as he indicated Dumbledore before he added, "In that case, I want a full roster of all remaining prisoners and their…condition; I fear we shall have to inform the goblins off several prominent bloodlines ending. Ah well, more money for the Minister…y…ahem, I mean, Ministry, of course."
"Of course, Minister," said Percy, though not before he sent a dark look in Dumbledore's direction as he added, "Personally, I hope the Dementors savour that little liar's soul like a fine wine. It's the least he's deserved for a long time after what he did to me and my family."
In all their blind panic and alarm about the situation, not one adult in that room realised one name that had been missing from the list…
Phobos-Deimos
Two Hours Ago
"Well, I think it's time to see what sort of fun I can have with my new powers."
As crazy as it might have seemed to be talking to himself, Harry still allowed himself a small laugh as he approached the nearest cell, directing every ounce of his will, as well as the instincts awoken in him by the scent of fear, at the cell and its sole occupant.
To his amusement, when Harry let his powers out, the first thing he noticed was how a slow, steady stream of ice seemed to fly out of his hands, freezing the locks on the door perfectly. When Harry rapped on the lock, he shattered them with the lightest touch, earning an amused snigger from the Father of Nightmares – as he'd chosen to dub himself, given what the Dementors made people remember – as he opened the cell door.
"Wakey, wakey, inmate: this is your fun-time call."
"No…please…no more…please, no more…"
As Harry sneered at the sound of a big, bad prisoner of Azkaban cowering like a scared little girl, he also felt a modicum of dark attraction take hold of him when he saw the owner of the voice. She was a dark-haired lady with more than her fair share of scratches, black eyes and even great clumps of her hair, which seemed to litter the floor beneath her, indicating severe trauma courtesy of Harry's new pets.
Like Sirius had been, the woman wore the standard Azkaban outfit and, as Harry walked into the cell, he smiled menacingly before he asked, "Aww, what's the matter, big, bad Death Eater? Don't tell me you're scared of an itty, bitty little boy like me?"
"Please…" whimpered the woman, hiding her face behind her hands as she cried, "No…stop…please don't…don't make me see this…not this…"
'She must think I'm a delusion brought on by the Dementors,' thought Harry, moving closer to the woman before, once he was about six inches from her, the young sorcerer focused his power once more, deciding to see just how similar he was to the Dementors.
To his amusement, his little act of guesswork reaped results, as, when he focused on this woman, Harry was dimly-aware of his mouth opening before a familiar hollow, sucking sound filled the cell, as though he was tasting the very air itself. At the same time, his draining power had the desired effect on the woman before him as she clawed at her skull, screaming bloody murder all the way.
"No! please! Stop! I beg of you: please, just let me go…I won't do it again! Please, spare me, I…I'll do anything! Please, I don't want to die: I'm sorry! So sorry. Please, I beg of you…please…MASTER!"
With that last word, Harry stopped sucking in the emotion of the dark witch, though not before he swallowed for added effect as he licked his lips, closing his eyes for several seconds as he hummed thoughtfully.
"Hmm…let's see here…you're Bellatrix Lestrange…also known as The World's Most Dangerous Witch…Voldemort's Black Queen…interesting; such delicious fear and pain in you. I'd say I can't remember the last time I fed so well, but given the fact I ate up the Aurors, right down to the soul, and enjoyed every bite of that, I'd be lying…still…hmm…you're sweet, Bellatrix…very sweet…which is why I'm going to give you a choice."
While Bellatrix whimpered in fear, her experiences and the fuller effect of Harry's power clearly having a more-broken effect on her psyche than just from the Dementors alone, Harry walked towards her before, bending down, he leaned in close and licked her cheek, earning a shuddering gasp from the dark witch.
"Yum…tastes like insanity," said Harry, his voice as cold and cavalier as it had been after he'd fed on the Aurors, even as he continued addressing the dark witch. "I would definitely call a delicacy like you a king's banquet, my sweet Belle…but I have another idea for you. Accept and I'll not only let you live; I'll also let you stay with me, outside this dreary cell of yours, all day and all night."
"Y-y-y-yes…anything, please…Lord…Sire…Master…please, whatever you ask, your Bella will serve…please, spare me…my life is yours…my body…my soul…everything…"
"Everything will be mine anyway, if I decide I'd rather eat you," argued Harry, tracing a finger over Bellatrix's cheek, which caused her to shudder from the fearful cold that seemed to linger in Harry's very touch, earning another terrified whimper from the broken sorceress.
"No…Master…please…I swear, I…I am yours…whatever you ask…please…don't eat me…I can serve you better alive…I swear…"
"Oh, I know you can, Bellatrix, which is why I am going to spare you…"
"Thank you…Master…thank you…"
"If," hissed Harry, rising up before he startled Bellatrix when he tackled her, pinning her to the small cot that all prisoners had for the only source of comfort in the prison, Harry's cold, silvery-coloured eyes now staring deep into Bellatrix's pale-grey ones as he licked his lips provocatively before he bent down and whispered in her ear.
"You show me, here and now, in this cell, why you would be a much better servant than a snack…what do you say, Bella?"
The offer of freedom in exchange for surrendering her body to this Dark God's lust and a very different sort of appetite made Bellatrix smile as she looked into his eyes before, lifting her head, she kissed Harry's lips as she smiled up at him.
"Take me, my Lord…I am yours…"
Phobos-Deimos
Thirteen Minutes Ago
"Oh…wow…Merlin's bleeding balls and the purple-headed dick he kept with it…that was…was…bloody brilliant!"
"I pleased you, Master?"
Sweaty, pale, drained – in more ways than one – and with his body covered in love bites, scratches and no small amount of pleasurable remains from the very intense popping of his cherry, Harry looked to Bellatrix, who was resting on her elbow as she looked down at him, using her free hand to trace a finger down over his stomach as she asked, "Did I pass your test?"
"Almost," whispered Harry, licking his lips at the reminder of the delicacy he had enjoyed during coitus, even as he told Bellatrix, "I want you, Bellatrix, which is weird because I've never really wanted anyone, least of all because of a desire to sate a hunger of a different sort. But you…yes, I definitely want you…and I'd have you, except for one thing."
"What's that, my Lord?"
"Your husband," hissed Harry, lifting up from his laid position before, drawing himself up to his full height, he wiped sweat from his brow, flicking it on Bellatrix – who only giggled and licked it from her face, humming in contentment – while Harry added, "He's here, in Azkaban, and, if he breaks out as I imagine old Snake Face will want him to do, he'll force you to follow him."
"But I don't belong to him, Lord," argued Bellatrix, crawling off her cot as she put herself at Harry's feet, where she proceeded to kiss and worship his feet as she told him, "I told you, I am your Bella now…and I imagine our fun time worked up quite an appetite, so why not just eat him?"
"Hmm…I don't know," said Harry, crouching down before, taking Bellatrix's arm in his icy grip, Harry traced a finger over the visible Dark Mark on her skin as he told her, "There's still this! As long as you have it…"
"Can't you remove it, Master?" asked Bellatrix, earning a curious look from Harry.
On the inside, however, the dark scion was laughing at how easy this was: all because his teenage hormones had been driven into overdrive because of the beauty under the broken beast that was Bellatrix Lestrange, he had secretly yearned to make absolutely certain that this goddess belonged to him and him alone.
No human, Dementor, Lethifold or Other would dare harm her.
She was his.
However, he wanted to be certain, hence his game of naivety.
A game he now decided to end as he grabbed Bellatrix's arm before he looked her deep in the eyes as he told her, "I do this, you are mine, Bellatrix: you go where I tell you, do what I ask you and can only hunt, torture and kill who I let you. In return, you not only live, but, if you're a very good girl for your Master, one day, I might even put my heir in your belly, what do you say?"
"I have only ever wished for that, Lord."
"I know," chuckled Harry, patting his bare stomach as he laughed, "I saw it and tasted it in your fears, my Bella; and, maybe it's the power continuing to grow inside of me with every soul and fear I feed on, and every human I eat, but now, I understand that it's not only within my power to give you what you desire, but, at the same time, free you from Riddle…at which point, my dark angel of insanity, you will belong to me!"
"Then, again, I tell you, Lord," replied Bellatrix, bowing down once more as she kissed Harry's feet again, though not before she started tracing her lips upwards, which had the desired effect on Harry, judging by the low, aroused growl he let out as he reached down with his free hand and grabbed Bellatrix's hair, forcing her to look back into his eyes as she continued.
"Take me…and then, please, forgive your Bella for touching without your permission, Master."
"Good girl," hissed Harry, though not before he parted his jaws and, to Bellatrix's amazement, he sank his teeth into the skin around the Dark Mark.
As soon as he did so, Bellatrix felt a wave of sheer cold wash over her heart and soul, coupled with a low, enticing sucking sound, like her true lord and master was trying to drink her soul through a straw. She could also feel his teeth tighten their hold on the skin around the Dark Mark, which was all right in her book.
If he wished to consume her instead of keeping her, she would be his gladly.
But if he let her live, she would serve him faithfully and, as he himself had said, if it was his will, she would even become Mummy to each and every one of his future Princes and Princesses of Darkness, Nightmares and Dread.
Risking her Master's wrath, Bellatrix reached up and petted his dark hair, even as she whispered, "Eat, my Lord…take what you need from your Bella. This whole world is your banquet. If you wish, I can even wear a sexy waitress uniform as I bring you victims to devour and souls to consume; all you ask, I will serve, until I am no longer of use to you or you take me…all of me…whichever comes first."
"Bellatrix?"
Looking at her Master, Bellatrix saw him smile before he gulped audibly, sighing contentedly as he told her, "I'm done…now, let's go and tell your husband and his comrades you're getting a divorce."
As Harry rose up from the ground, Bellatrix's eyes widened when she saw the darkness envelop him, concealing his nakedness in favour of a very intimidating suit of black robes, which covered every bit of him, even his face, leaving two ghostly-silver eyes staring out from the abyss like the eyes of the Devil himself.
As she slowly rose to stand with him, Bellatrix gulped softly as she asked, "All the Death Eaters, Master?"
"Well, it's like you said, my Dark Goddess," hissed Harry, his voice even colder and darker thanks to the attire he wore, the sound of which only made Bellatrix tremble, especially when he caressed her before he sighed softly.
"Our fun time has worked up one Hell of an appetite…and you wouldn't want to deprive a growing boy of his food, now would you, Bellatrix?"
Phobos-Deimos
Present
"Oh…wow…I am officially stuffed!"
"You did well, Lord," whispered Bellatrix, waiting until her Master had returned to his human form before she dared to approach.
Without waiting for him to ask it of her, Bellatrix guided his head into her lap, where she began stroking his hair softly, having removed the hood he wore as she whispered, "Now rest, my King…even a God needs his beauty sleep after such a bountiful feast."
"I can't rest yet," argued Harry, looking up at Bellatrix as he told her, "There's still one thing I need to take care of."
"Now, Harry, you really shouldn't spoil your appetite."
Suffice to say, Harry was shocked to hear Bellatrix use his name, even as he sat bolt upright, glaring at her with a mixture of surprise and anger, both of which Bellatrix responded to with a raised hand before she bowed her head.
"I knew who you were when you came into my cell, my little Lord…but don't worry, like I said, I am yours now…so, I suppose I should ask what it is that my Lord of Azkaban needs to take care of?"
"Just a taste of revenge," said Harry, scoffing at Bellatrix's reasoning while, at the same time, he snorted in amusement as he realised that she had chosen to serve him despite knowing who he was, not to mention before she had let him have his way with her, and vice-versa, resulting in a moment of passion that would be rivalled by nobody, not even Veela strumpets or pleasure keepers.
As Bellatrix went to ask who it was that her Lord wanted his revenge on, Harry's eyes turned jet-black in their sockets, making Bellatrix swoon, even as she saw a Dementor glide into the cell that the two had claimed as their own little love-nest and resting place of the Master of Dementors.
'Father.'
Suffice to say, Bellatrix was shocked to hear so much as a word from the Dementors, though, when she looked to Harry, she saw him smile as he rose up before he faced the Dementor in question.
"Now I've regained my strength, it's time I give thanks to the one responsible, so, my friend…I want you to find this Dolores Umbridge…and bring her to me…so I can give her a reward worthy of her actions."
As soon as Bellatrix heard the word Umbridge, there was only one thing she could do when she heard her lover's plans for the vile creature.
And that was laugh like the crazed madwoman she used to be, back when she was known as The World's Most-Dangerous Witch, which she still was, mind you.
The only difference now was that she was His World's Most-Dangerous Witch…
A fact she only hoped her love and Lord would let her share in giving thanks to the toad who was, inevitably, about to do what toads do best…
Croak!
Chapter 3 and, oh bloody hellfire and brimstone: not only has Harry made it clear that Azkaban belongs to him, but now, somehow, he seeks to give a 'reward' to the world's least-liked witch, with the world's most-dangerous witch on backing: should we feel sorry for Pinkie?
(AN: Anyone who does REALLY needs to get their head checked…)
Also, with a meeting with the toad inevitable, what about those who stand with Harry on the outside? How will they handle not only his new looks and new powers, but also his apparent love interest?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: What do you get when you take a self-centred psychotic amphibian-human hybrid, a self-made psychotic sorceress devoted to the true Dark Ruler and a Dark Soul respawned by the one-sided actions of the first psycho? I don't know, but I'm looking forwards to finding out…
Please Read and Review
AN: Lemons
Also, before anyone asks, while I obviously have no problem writing graphic scenes, violently-speaking and language-speaking, I draw the line at lemons/sex scenes.
Personally, I'd rather leave it up to one's imagination and, while I also have no problem writing 'teasing' scenes – e.g. like when Bellatrix was kissing Harry all the way up to his 'wand' before he stopped her – I won't write full-blown graphic scenes, so, again, you'll just have to use your imagination.