Guilty Pleasure

Right after the dinner party when the guest went back to their room to rest for the big day, Merope began making preparations. In her room (they didn't share a bed) she put some defensive spells on her door and windows to keep the Devil out. Merope felt confident but only a little, even though she didn't like the idea, she'd asked Tom to sleep with her tonight. "At nine I want you to take me," she said to him earlier. The theory was that if Tom took her now she wouldn't have to suffer the curse but then again she preferred Leviathan over Riddle.

It almost ten, Merope had been waiting for Tom for almost an hour. He promised, she thought feeling angry and sad at the same time. Merope stared at the mirror, tapping her fingers in impatience. She looked back at the clock, it was exactly ten now. Sudden fury came over as she looked back at her reflection. With all the strength that she could muster, she put her fist to the mirror screaming at it as if the mirror insulted her. Merope stepped back breathing hard, feeling very amused by her strength. Usually she was a weakling. Merope's amusement turned to fear as she watched the mirror repair itself. In the reflection behind her was Leviathan standing in the doorway.

"You know that's seven years bad luck," said Leviathan, smirking at her. Merope turned around only to see he wasn't there. She jumped as his arms wrapped around her waist, his tongue licking her ear. The sensation made her skin crawl. "I put some spells on these doors and windows, you weren't suppose to come in." One moment he was caressing her, the next they were face to face. He was no longer in his human form. The sapphire eyes were red rubies, the skin like marble. His hair was even longer, down to his waist. He wore only leather trousers and black boots that went up to his knee. Merope couldn't help but, marvel at his bare torso no matter how many times she tried to resist looking at him in awe.

"You think spells are going to keep me out, Merope?" said Leviathan, his tone dangerous. "I'm God I can go where ever I want." He made a move toward her, Merope backed away wishing that Tom was here in her mind. He stopped his advances, looking almost insulted. "You wish for that ingrate to be by your side to protect you?" She was stunned that he knew what she was thinking. "How…" she whispered, trembling in his presence. For a few seconds he didn't speak. "It doesn't matter how, why on earth would you want to be with a man you don't even love."

"That's not true!" lied Merope in defense. "I love him and he loves me."

"Now that's a lie, my dear because if he loved you, you wouldn't have to use a love potion on him," he said, coming closer to her now. Strangely the smell of cinnamon was in the air it was making Merope feel….aroused. "Let's face it, he'll never truly love you even if you were….what do your kind call them…Muggle." Hearing this brought tears in her eyes. She lied to herself multiple times that the first man she had a crush on would love her someday, that he would be her everything. In truth, her whole life went by with out any love expressed to her except her mother. If only she just stayed at home like she was told maybe her mother wouldn't have faced a painful death.

Surprisingly, Leviathan brushed the tears from her eyes. "You shouldn't blame yourself for your curiosity. You were a child, your still a child." She looked up at him with tearful eyes. "I'm not a child." Leviathan laughed then kissed her passionately. Merope welcomed that kiss, feeling his smooth toned body. At this moment she never wanted a man so badly.

After a few minutes of kissing and heavy petting, she broke away undressing herself before him. Once she was fully naked, his lustful gaze observed her. It was like being in the basement again only this time it wasn't a fantasy. Immediately they went to the bed. Kissing her with passion, squeezing her breasts which lead to kissing and sucking them. "You taste so good, I bet you taste even better down below." He traveled from her breasts to her navel to her inner thigh with kisses and sucking. With every sensation he made the desire between her legs increased. She gasped as he began licking her.

"Ohh, Lev…..Oh God!" Merope began thrusting her hips, meeting the movements with his tongue. As she was about to reach climax, he stopped. "Why you….?" Only to have her sentence cut short as she stared at his erect manhood. It was a lot bigger in person then in the painting. It was hard as iron as she touched it. He groaned in pleasure as she began sheathing it up and down. Out of curiosity, she put it to her mouth and began to suck. "Ooohhhh….Mimi….you amaze me!" With every thrust he made she delivered, going with the beat of his heart. Does the Devil have a heart? Merope thought.

Merope was content with giving him felletio, he forced her head away from him. "As much as I love the idea of you tasting my white liqueur, I would rather spill myself inside you!" He forced her back into the bed, pinning her down. She almost screamed when his cock entered her. "I know it hurts but, it'll feel better as it goes along if you let it." He was right, at first it was painful like driving a knife inside her but, as she moved along with his rhythm it became much more pleasurable.

The first time wasn't gentle, far from it. The closer they got to the climax, the rougher it became. He sucked, kissed, bitted, and clawed her to the point of bleeding. Surprisingly, Merope didn't care if she died from lethal wounds it would have been a happy death. "Do you want this?" Leviathan demanded, panting with his movements. "Yes!"

"You're sure?"

"Yes….My God….I want you!"

Granting her wish, she threw back her head with unspeakable pleasure as he released his seed inside her. Merope laid on the bed with half lidded eyes. She never felt so at peace with herself. Leviathan laid next to her, observing her beauty. Never in his damned immortal life had he taken a virgin so beauty and so willing to take his dark pleasures. He was taken aback when she said, "You won't leave me, will you? I've always wanted someone like you."

Usually he would have left after he had his fill but, tonight he stayed. No mortal women ever enjoyed him before. It was always tears in the end. This one was actually….pleased with him. That night Leviathan held her in his arms.