Hermione lifted her hands moving them over her stomach until she reached her breasts. When she started to pinch her nipples, she looked into his eyes and groaned softly "Now, I need you to do a hands-on demonstration of all the disgusting things you can do to me." He moaned.
"Indeed," Voldemort replied softly with a purr, as his gaze stayed on the young witch. With a barely noticeable wave of his hand Hermione's jeans and kickers disappeared. She now lie there completely bare before him. Hermione couldn't help but feel like a sacrificial virgin being offered to an ancient god. The feeling was intoxicating. As he kept his crimson eyes on her, he moved his hand to undo the fasteners of his robe, allowing the soft material to fall in a shadowy pool around his knees. Hermione's breath hitched as she took him all in. His skin was white marble wrapped tightly around his thin frame. He was very thin, almost skeletal, but lean muscle showed in the length of his arms, chest, and thighs.
"Show me. Show me how you touched yourself during those long nights together," his voice was like velvet caressing her body. Hermione trailed her hand from her breast down to her stomach. The Dark Lord's eyes following her hand. She moved her hand to her mound, then traced a finger along her entrance. She slowly moved her wet finger up her slit causing a loud whimper to leave her throat. Hermione's sounds caused him to moan as he watched her finger graze her swollen clit. She continued to make small circles with her fingertip, rolling her hips into the satisfying movement. She opened her eyes and looked at the wizard still kneeling between her open legs. She noticed his eyes looked like rubies; the shimmer only hidden by his dilated pupils. As she continued to rub herself, she decided it was time to summon more of that Gryffindor bravery.
"Now, I believe it's time for another demonstration. May I suggest-" she said in an innocent voice, "that it should conclude with me...coming in your mouth." Hermione couldn't believe the words coming from her own mouth, but her expression stayed neutral. This was her time and she was going to get hers. Perhaps it was only her arousal, but did the Dark Lord, gulp? "My Lord I-"
In one sweeping motion he grabbed her from under her bent knees, lowering himself slightly, as her legs went over his shoulders and his face went exactly where it needed to be. "Oh, Merlin!" she shrieked as his tongue licked in one long motion from her entrance to her clitoris.
"No, my pet. Lord Voldemort is much more powerful." That was the only thing he said - or she chose to hear - as he continued to devour her. She could feel her body starting to convulse with the addition of his long fingers.
"Oh, My Lord!" she cried out as she felt her entire body let go and coast.
A few minutes later, after her breathing slowed, he moved up her body leaving behind a path of wet
kisses. When he reached her ear he whispered, "Are you comfortable on this surface, Hermione?" "Quite the opposite really," she whispered back.
"Good," Voldemort replied as he swiftly entered her. Hermione inhaled; her breath caught in her throat. The pain intensified around her core, but she refused to let out a cry. "Fuck!" she shouted as she wrapped her arms around him allowing her head to move to his shoulder as she bit him. He moaned as her teeth were to the point of breaking skin. Her hands felt the muscles of his back
working feverishly as his thrust quickened. As the pain started to lessen a groan fell from her lips. "Yess," he hissed as he once again looked into her eyes. His forearms were now on the sides of her head pressing into the hard wood beneath them. His fingers were weaved through her curls as his hands cupped the base of her skull. "Come undone again Hermione. Let me see you wither beneath me...beautiful." The buildup she was feeling between them started to move through her body causing her to arch into him as she came undone again. This time, she felt something else. "Electricity?" she thought. No, it was something more, "Magic? Their magic?"
Voldemort pulled Hermione up keeping their connection as her legs now straddled him. Her knees hitting against the back of the wooden pew as he continued to thrust up inside her. His hands still tangled in her hair as she continued to move her hips against him. "Such an obedient student. Are you ready to end tonight's lesson?" he asked as his head lowered to her breast; slipping a nipple into his mouth. As he bit down, then sucked, Hermione cried out as her hands gripped his shoulders, "No, please don't bloody stop!" Hermione felt her pussy tighten on his cock again; this time causing his eyes to close and his head to fall back as he loudly moaned as they both reached their release.
The only noise that could have been heard within the stone walls was the heavy breathing between them. His hands were resting on her arse as her head was resting on his shoulder. Hours passed or perhaps it was just a few minutes when she felt his long nails lightly stroke her spine. Hermione lifted her head to look at him and watched as his other hand moved in-between them. She gasped as his fingers slid between her slick folds. He raised two fingers rubbing them with his thumb.
"I'm honored, dearest," he said as he continued to smear the bright red blood between his fingers. He smiled as a blush crept from her cheeks to her chest. She continued to watch as he placed his fingers near his mouth letting his tongue lick the tips clean. The scene aroused her causing her to wiggle in his lap.
"I have to go," said Hermione as she started to move from his lap.
"No," said Voldemort grasping her waist. "Stay here...until I say otherwise."
"I can't," she said lazily as she placed her head back on his shoulder, "I need to go back."
"Go back to where, my pet? You're exhausted. Rest right now."
"Stop pretending that you care," she replied. She heard a small chuckle come from his chest as he moved his hand through her hair.
"Will you come with me?" he asked. Hermione simply shook her head "no" as she kept her head in the curve of his neck. "I thought tonight would have convinced you to leave with me." Hermione raised her head to look at him.
"You honestly believe one night can convince me to leave everything I know to join you?"
"Of course not. I know my witch cannot be tempted so easily," he replied with a smirk on his face.
"My witch?" she mockingly laughed with a roll of her eyes, returning her head to rest on his shoulder. "Stop pretending that you care...it's...nauseating."
"Oh, Hermione. I'm sure even the soulless like a warm body near them during the night," Voldemort replied as he stroked her cheek.
The last thing she remembered from that night in the old abandoned church was a whispered Scourgify and him wrapping his soft black robe around them as she drifted to sleep on his lap.