Dudes and dudettes, there is rape in this scene!

I THINK this is allowed. I toned it down majorly for another site I was on, it was originally worse than this, but, stupid as I was, I saved this over the top of the original. NOT that you really want it worse do you...? cringes


Chapter 8

Ebony froze and Voldemort sensed her movement as it vibrated across the bed, his sensitive hearing picking up the change in her breathing as she gasped and held her breath, her chest tight with fear. He reached out a pale hand and drew his long fingers gently across her face, his fingers smelt of ashes, of decay and wet grass, and Ebony thought she could smell a cloying scent under all of that, one that crept up her nose and into her senses no matter how hard she tried not to let it. His hand stopped its travel across her face and passed gently over her lips, pressing down, stifling her plea that he had predicted would come.

"Shhh," he whispered, his voice curiously high yet at the same time, it could almost be described as husky, "don't cry out, it will spoil the illusion". Ebony wondered what he meant, while searching inside of herself for the ball of flame that marked her gift, the one that could solve all her problems, the one that allowed her to retreat inside herself, to let her animalistic, brutal part free.

Fear shot through her once more when she realised that it wasn't there, the little flame of warmth wasn't nestled inside her chest like it always had before, she searched inside herself once more, and again, over and over with no success, panicking, she looked to Voldemort, who caught her gaze, his merciless red eyes boring into her, as if to say 'how can you be so powerful, yet have so little control over your own power?'. He smiled and held out a hand to her, mortified, she felt her body responding, her mind screaming in fear; all she could do was gasp in desperation, her mouth traitorous and silent in her terror.

RAPE SCENE! WARNING! IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ SKIP DOWN TO THE NEXT SET OF STARS

His frozen hands ran down her sides and under the green robes she had found herself in when she awoke. Ebony tried to close her eyes, go deep inside herself and block out what was happening, but found she couldn't, her concentration was here, was now, this moment of repulsion, of horror, of disgust. She felt herself move once more, against her will and against her morals, felt her own hands undo the clasp of her robes, her own hands skim over her body, removing her clothing, touching herself and running her hands along her body and Voldemort's, even though his robes still billowed generously around his thin frame, such a contrast to her rapidly disappearing attire. She could look up just enough to see the look on Voldemort's face, a mix of concentration on controlling her via the potion and intense, perverse lust. Disgusted she could feel her own hands touching parts she never usually would, doing things she had never thought of doing before. She hardly registered it when it became Voldemort that she was running her hands over, his robe discarded beside hers, she could see his pale skin almost glowing luminescent in the moonlight. Shivering, her hands running over his cold, dead skin, she wondered how it was possible that people who had never met Voldemort could consider their lives worth taking…The next thing she knew, Voldemort's thin lips had caught hers in a kiss, she reeled in shock and disgust and he reeled in the full, soft redness of her lips.

Voldemort was in ecstasy, here, a girl, a pure virginal girl, caught by Lucius, unaware of the power he could hold over her, the power he held over all. He made her hands move all over her own body, all too aware of the terror she was feeling, the sense of fear adding to his own feelings to arouse him completely, then, unable to stop himself, he had captured her soft lips in a kiss and made her hands move all over HIM.

He smiled his cold, cruel smile once more and made her slowly lick her fingers; Ebony shuddered inside her body, trying not to taste what was on her fingers as she tried desperately to fight the potion. As she tried her hardest to ignore her physical presence, a hard pain ripped through her as Voldemort plunged himself deep into her and her mental anguish was so big that the potions barrier was broken just long enough for her to scream out in pain before it took its hold of her once more.

Taking her as hard and viciously as he knew how, Voldemort almost cried out in lust as he felt her body quiver around his. He gripped her hair as he laughed aloud at the helplessness of the young girl.

END OF RAPE SCENECONTINUE FROM HERE

Ebony lay on her back as Voldemort circled the bed, occasionally reaching out a hand to touch her cheek or arm. She could hear him softly muttering to himself and he eventually turned to her and whispered softly in her ear;

"I have blessed thee,

But such a blessing in a cursed soul,

One so impure,

Is redemption,

Such that temptation will present itself to thee,

So cursed be thy soul,

And cursed be thy love"

And Ebony felt magic's touch envelope her into darkest ecstasy…


MWAHAHAHA! I HAVE LEFT YOU IN SUSPENSE! MWAHAHAHA ackackack…sorry, fur ball…and yes, I shall leave it there, please don't flame me about the rape scene, it had to be done, and I hoped that I didn't put too much detail in for you all…poor Ebony eh? Ah well, the next chapter will be along as soon as I sort out the ridiculously large amounts of c/w I seem to have acquired…no idea how…