The Devil Himself

Once the introductions were made, the dinner party had begun. Tom sat at one end of the table while Merope sat on the other. It was the only arrangement she ever bothered with. As everyone was in there seat and to her astonishment, Mr. Quirrell was sitting right next to her. A feeling of confusion swept her as a desire and guilt mixed. It was a thrill for this stranger to sit next to her but, felt guilt it wasn't Tom even if she didn't love him.

As food was put out on the table, Merope wasn't feeling hungry. As of late she'd been hardly eaten anything since the engagement. While the wine was being poured by the waiter, Quirrell whispered "I know what you're really hungry for." Merope was shocked by what he did next. He hicked up her skirt up to her sacred place then began fingering her. "What are you doing," she said through clenched teeth. "I'm going to be a married women."

"That's the thing….you're going to be." While the party guest were eating and talking of the good times, Merope was clutching the edge of the table. Thank God there's a long table cloth covering this obscene action, she thought. To all her humiliation of being caught, an arousing heat was building up between her legs making her hold her breath. "Don't worry, my dear, they're too dull to notice what's happening, even your dullard of a fiancée," he whispered. She closed her eyes as he licked her ear.

"Besides you're not the only one." Merope was about to ask what he meant but looked over to her right were Elliot Spencer was sitting. He was biting his lip, breathing kind of fast. At first she thought he was hyperventilating until she noticed Angelique wasn't sitting next to him. In a few seconds he stiffened up, producing a low moan in his throat then relaxed. A second later, Angelique crawled from under the table wiping the last of him from her mouth. Merope was both appalled and intrigued by her talent to go unnoticed. "I told you they were to dull to noticed," he whispered.

His voice caused her to go back to her own predicament. Merope was breathing a little harder herself as the heat became more intense. "Who are you?" she asked through gritted teeth not looking at him. Her eyes focused on the guest, even on Tom. Were they really that dull? She thought. "I have many names, but, my real name is Leviathan but you know me better as the Devil." By hearing this, her eyes were wide with fear. So the tales where true, the Devil came here to have her deflowered before her husband had a chance.

For the longest time she thought it as a myth, a family fable to stay out of trouble or to keep them unmarried. Now that the very Devil himself was warming her up for the night caused her to fear for her life. 'Since you don't have the magic, I'm afraid you won't have any defense against him,' her father told her once. No, that wasn't true she did have defense, it might be small but it was enough. By thinking this she was trying to resist the ultimate climax that was coming upon her.

"Why you resisting one of the greatest pleasures women can ever have that even men envy?"

"Why…would…men…envy….a woman?"

"Because you're pleasure can be done multiple times while a man can only feel it once then they're done. That's one of the reasons men hate your sex, once you're done with him, you can move on to the next. It's all part of Nature."

As he said this, his movements became faster quickening her to her orgasm. It was hard to resist the heat. Once the wave of pleasure flooded her whole body she gasped for breath then relaxed. Merope slumped back into the chair, lips half closed. She saw him put his finger into his mouth tasting her juices. By the look of him he preferred her over the meal they were having which brought her to her growling stomach.

Merope looked at her food like a starving poor person. Forgetting her etiquette she began to eat with her hands, eating famished like. Funny, this was the time when the 'dullards' finally paid attention to her. "Merope? Are you alright?" asked Tom Riddle. She looked up from her plate to the guests, they were staring at her like an escaped freak from the circus. Merope straightened up making apologies then the dinner went on.

While eating politely this time she began making plans to keep the Devil out of her room….even though she secretly wished him to come.