I only lasted about half an hour without trying to bite Malfoy, my teeth struck at him when I heard the bedroom door open. For a second my mind had imagined up another Nymph coming to steal my possession, and I wanted to mark him as mine forever.
"Ah, ah." A glowing light snapped my in the face and my body went stiff. With a surprised yelp and leap Malfoy was off the bed and pointing his wand at the intruder, lowering it a second later when the shock wore off.
"My Lord, I apologise." Sighed who should have been my marked mate. Why the hell am I thinking like this!
Riddle seemed surprisingly at ease considering his second in command had let down his guard and almost acquired two new holes in his neck. God I bet he tastes good, both of them, like sweet and sour lemonade…
"I'm surprised you lasted as long as you did, Abraxas, she does look rather delicious all trussed up for us." He eyed me up and down; I couldn't even be bothered at caring I was naked and exposed quiet liberally to them both. Smirking he settled on the bed next to me, immediately I could smell musky old books and candle wax, library, but beneath all that was something that was distinctively Tom Riddle. My teeth felt like they would soon spring from my jaw and latch themselves onto him without my aid. As amusing as I found that image I knew I would have to find some way to get them to willingly allow me to bite them. This pain was unbearable and constant.
Malfoy scoffed, flopping down rather ungracefully onto the bed next to me and propping himself up on one arm, his fingers immediately began running up and down my arm. If anything it caused the pain to worsen. Somehow I found the strength to twitch through the curse Riddle had cast. Both men shifted back a little when I did.
"How long will the hex keep her contained?" queried Malfoy, no longer game to stroke my arm.
"Not long, she needs to feed." Yesss, feed… wait what!? "Those fangs aren't just for marking her mates; she also needs them to feed from the magic within a person."
Dark blue eyes looked down at me, more than a little concern reflected in them. "Will…Will she take our magic then?"
Riddle scoffed, his own green eyes finally coming into the view of my plain Jane brown ones, "no. She only needs a bit of our blood to extract the natural magic within, we have no use for this magic, it is of the earth and we no longer are constrained to only draw our magic from that."
"One day I'll have to ask you how you know all this stuff, Tom." Malfoy sounded a little more than in awe of his master, I was certainly impressed with Riddle's knowledge.
Experimentally Riddle ran a finger along the dip in my waist, chuckling when I once again shuddered through the hex. "I read. But researching your kind is a difficult thing," said Riddle, speaking directly to me. "Not only is the information ancient, but it varies. However, one thing that keeps being mentioned is how you gain your strength, through feeding on magic through the earth or through the life force of their mates. I would imagine this means you plant yourself somewhere in a forest and suck it up, but considering you have us I doubt a little tree hugging is what your instincts are calling for." Standing swiftly he slowly drew his wand from his robes and pointed it at me. I knew he probably wouldn't torture me but my body still wanted to escape the sight of it. The only instinct I had nearly stronger than the urge to mark them as mine. "Incarcerous," and a second later, "Finite Incantatum."
Four ropes appeared from nowhere, each one wrapping up a separate limb like a serpent, until I was stretched out quiet explicitly on the bed. Sanity was slowly returning, the urge to feed fading as embarrassment pushed it away. It was a moment before I realized he had lifted the body binding curse.
"The cover…" I whimpered my voice hoarse from trying to scream before. Surprisingly Riddle flicked his wand and it floated over me, tucking itself in around my form.
Malfoy scowled, hand immediately reaching to pull it back. "Usually I am all for tormenting my little Nymph, but when her teeth are about to sink into your forearm it might not be the best time to humiliate her." The hand reaching for my only modestly quickly retracted as Riddle spoke.
"I assumed you wouldn't wish her to bite us, My Lord?" questioned Malfoy, hand twitching with the need to remove the blanket.
Riddle slipped his wand back into his pocket, waving his hand he summoned a brown leather chair and sat down in it. "She will only be feeding from me once she has fed from you."
"I don't want to bite anybody." Stammering my way into the conversation, I flinched when both men glared at me.
Rather than curse me, Malfoy instead leaned closer, my teeth started to itch as his fresh scent washed over me. He glanced up at his Master, out of the corner of my eye I saw Riddle nod and settle back more comfortably in the chair. "Are you sure?" slowly, so as not to startle me, Malfoy shifted his weight until his entire front was pressed up against my side. A whimper left my throat, I wanted nothing more than to press every inch of my body against his. "Shhh, it's ok, I'll give you what you need." Pressing up on his forearms, Malfoy carefully nudged my blanket covered thighs open, settling his waist between them before I could snap them shut with common sense. For a second I wanted to groan with how right it felt, having somebody so strong between my legs. Then his wrist distracted me. Now leaning on only one arm, he was dangling the other one in front of my mouth. Like one would hold a treat above a dogs nose to teach it a trick.
"Have a taste, little Mudblood, experience what true magic is." Growled Riddle from the sidelines, reminding us both that he was still the one with the most power.
"Yes, Antoinette. Just a taste, don't hide what you are anymore." Before I could splutter in shock at my name being said, especially in front of his Master, Malfoy pressed his wrist close enough for my teeth to sink in without his pushing. For a second I paused with the idea of doing this, fighting every instinct I tried to retract them. Sensing my disobedience, the veins so close to my teeth were suddenly punctured by them; Malfoy had finally pushed his arm into me. Sweet coppery liquid seeped down onto my tongue, and then there was no chance of my stopping. Growling, I sunk my teeth into his arm, uncaring if it hurt him. If anything Malfoy seemed to enjoy it, his entire body was going lax and slumping on top of me, a very feral groan leaving his mouth.
"Gods…" moaning Malfoy pressed his arm closer to my mouth, trying to get me to take more blood. But this was my game. Snarling I ripped at his flesh a little more than I needed to, he yelped and seemed to settle down. Content I started sucking the blood out; with every pull he moaned and pressed down against me. Hips rocked against mine; the blanket was too much covering, I tried to kick it away only to remember that Riddle had tied me up. Eyes sliding open I glared at the Dark Lord, wishing more than anything I had him tied up and feeding me.
Malfoy made a particular twist with his hips, sliding against something that made my entire body jolt and forced a moan from my throat. Our voyeur's eyes flashed red at the sound.
"That's enough, Abraxas." Riddle must have his Knights trained well, because the second he said that Malfoy was drawing himself slowly away from me. Groaning the blond Knight slapped a hand over his wrist and stumbled off the bed. My vision was hazy, like somebody had placed a gossamer fabric over my eyes, but I could clearly see how my bite had affected Malfoy.
Riddle noticed too, looking down once he chuckled at his servant. "I suppose that is to be expected, I forgot to mention that a Nymph's bite can cause unparalleled pleasure in its victims." Riddle clicked his tongue, "though I suppose technically you are now her mate. Congratulations." He didn't sound happy, even though he had ordered this, if anything Riddle sounded annoyed.
"Thank you my lord, for the honour." Malfoy clearly missed the tone of his master, considering his blood loss though it was understandable.
Riddle switched his attention to me, "how do you feel Antoinette?"
How did I feel? My entire body was humming. This 'natural magic' I had taken from Malfoy's blood was better than chocolate, it tasted better even than the freshly baked bread I had devoured every morning in France. But unlike the bread, it didn't leave a feeling of satisfaction, I still felt slightly empty, something was missing.
"I hate you." Hissing I bared my teeth at Riddle. Inside I was horrified at how I must look, mouth covered in blood and sporting some shiny new fangs. "You made me feed from him, I don't want either of you for my 'mates', you can both rot in hell."
A smirk was all I got in response from Riddle, but Malfoy however actually looked slightly green at the idea of me not wanting them. His hand clenched and he pressed it to his chest, as if something deep inside were paining him. "Tom, I can feel her hatred for us." Gasping he took a step back and looked at me with wounded eyes, "Merlin it hurts."
"Interesting," Riddle stood, totally unconcerned with Malfoy's nudity and obviously aroused state (which I had managed to avoid looking at so far), and peered down at me. "Her eyes are changing colour, and her aggression has certainly risen." Clicking his tongue he pointed his wand at me, "let's see… Armus Surgam."
A sickening crack followed by agony from my shoulder, and my arm hung limp and dislocated in its bonds. Crying out I arched my body trying to escape the pain, all it did was rattle the bone outside the socket. Malfoy turned even greener and reached for his wand, muttering the quick counter-curse. The limb went back into place and the sharp pain disappeared like it never was. Riddle's brows rose at his follower, a follower who was looking down at his hand as though it was an alien object.
"I—I'm sorry My Lord, I don't know why I did that… she was in pain, and I felt it and…" he trailed off, still staring at his hand.
The pain if nothing else had cleared my head, bringing back my helplessness and fear of these men. "Please, no more experiments, I can't take anymore." My chest heaved in a broken sob, desperately I tried to hold back the tears but they dripped down anyway. Malfoy's hand reached out, clearly aiming to wipe away the tears, but he was stopped midway.
Riddle gripped onto his follower's wrist, "You need to clear your head Abraxas." He looked down at me, "I will not be requiring any further assistance tonight," slowly he released his hold on Malfoy.
The urge to follow his Masters orders or stay with me battled in his eyes, he nodded though and relented to the obvious choice. Flicking his wrist Malfoy materialized his clothes back onto his body, his face twisted with discomfort as he not-so-subtly readjusted himself below.
"Tom, I wouldn't suggest letting her take your blood, it… it's like I can feel her," his hand touched his chest, "right here."
Chuckling Riddle walked with Malfoy to the door, "You forget that I have nothing to feel her with." As he spoke his finger twisted with the ring on his other hand, I had never really noticed it before. It was an ugly object that somehow made him seem even more eerily beautiful.
Malfoy only glanced back at me once before leaving the room; he looked confused and hungry all at the same time. The door shut with a resounding 'click', Riddle turned back towards me and waved his hand at it, the slight glow it gave off making it clear to me that I was trapped.
