Obsession

Merope and Tom Riddle went on their honeymoon in London. Merope was hoping to have a honeymoon in France when she got married, to be whisked away in the country of love. Not only was the honeymoon bad the sex was terrible. When she first set eyes on his naked body never in her life did she feel so disappointed. Tom was unusually thin with barely any muscle tone like he hadn't eaten in years. It wasn't just his body that prove disappointing but the size of his penis. God, it was close to laughable, when it was limp it was about three inches but, when it was erect it only grew about an inch taller. When they first made love she was hoping that the performance would be better then the size. Don't judge a book by its cover, right?

Sadly the sex wasn't as good as she thought. When they first did it in London it only lasted about a minute, a minute! With Leviathan it lasted for hours or so. Just thinking about him made her hot, made her itch with desire to have his hands on her one more time. Merope was glad that Tom was mainly gone on the honeymoon, that gave her plenty of time to think about her demon lover. She would pleasure herself about five times a day just thinking about him. The way he kissed her, the way he touches her hitting every pleasure note in her body to make her scream out in desire.

She wanted him like wine to get drunk from tasting his body. Her thinking and self pleasuring came close to obsessive. By the time the honeymoon was almost over she couldn't stand it anymore. Merope wrote a letter to him, she didn't know if the letter was being mailed to the right address but, she had to try. The letter was written with desire and obsession for him, begging for him to take her once more when she came back. It was hard work writing that letter. Every time she started off with a sentence she had to satisfy herself one more time. Eventually, she mailed the letter, hoping he'll respond. Her heart would break if he didn't

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Leviathan was restless in his chambers, nothing seemed to satisfy his needs. He fucked every slave both male and female and tortured every prisoner he could find but, nothing sated him the way Merope did. Never in his immortality could a mortal girl torture with an obsession to have her one more time. The night before the wedding, they fucked each other about several times. He liked they way her eyes glowed when she wanted to taste him one more time.

The girl in the corner was whimpering, her crying annoyed him. "Stop your useless weeping, whore! You should be use to it by now!" he yelled at her, only making her cry even harder. As he was about to violate her one more time, a warm voice called him, "Father," Leviathan turned to the voice that belonged to his first creation, Fern. The Demon God stepped away from the girl with a calm smile on his face. Fern was like a son to him even though he wasn't born yet. "You can be born to anyone of your choosing Fern," said Leviathan once. "Who ever parents conceive you will be the luckiest people on this earth to have you."

"That's wonderful Father, but I want be your child when you find someone special," said Fern a long time ago. That would have been wonderful to be the birth father of his first creation but that was highly unlikely. When the Gods found out about Fern and refused to destroy him caused Leviathan to fall with a curse. Not only did the curse deformed him of his former beauty, it left him infertile. So it might as well be that Fern will never be born.

"I have a letter from Merope," said Fern, holding out the letter. Quickly, Leviathan snatched the letter, struggling to open it. It must have taken five minutes to open. Leviathan read the letter several times, whispering the words under his breath. His erection getting harder as he read her need for him. He could imagine her jade eyes glowing with hunger as she was writing this. When his erection became unbearable he handed the letter back to Fern. "Fern, take this back and come back with a quill and paper within an hour. I'm going to be doing….stuff to her," said Leviathan, blushing a little.

Fern smiled, "Understand, I'll be back in an hour. Don't be too hard on her." That was an understatement. Once Fern was gone, Leviathan fucked her apart. In an hour, the slave girl was almost close to a bloody thing on the floor slowly healing back to her beauty. She was dragged back into her prison by his other slaves that would soon come under the same abuse but, not too soon. When Fern came back with quill and paper, he wrote back to her with the same obsessive need as well. "I hope you're truly eager as I am to taste my pleasure. For I have such sights to show you."