Sickness

For two months Tom Riddle slowly began to get worse. At first it was just a cold, something that can be easily handled. It was in the middle of January when he got the flu things started to become increasingly difficult. Tom body felt heavy on the bed making it hard to move. That wasn't the worse part; he couldn't breathe, nor eat without the food coming back up and lastly the flashes of hot and cold.

It was a good thing he let Levine stay here as a house doctor, she was often good on making the sickness a little bearable. His wife was there at his side but, Tom wasn't interested in Merope. The potion he had unknowingly taken had become tolerant in his body meaning she would have to up the doses then of course she wasn't aware of the fact. Even if Tom's body overcame the love potion the illness had its full on effect on him. For as of right now he didn't mind Merope being there.

There was one person he did love seeing there was Levine. She looked familiar to him but, that wasn't the reason why he loved seeing her. He had fantasies about Levine coming into his bed fully naked and riding him like a stallion. He would have wet dreams about Levine doing things to him that wasn't 'normal' and strangely he liked it. As he thought about Levine he promised himself if he ever got better he would divorce Merope and go courting with Levine. Tom hoped ravish the good doctor like a whore.

While Tom was having dirty fantasies of Leviathan's female form Leviathan and Merope were doing things only Tom could dream about. All the servants and maids were on leave, they didn't want to catch whatever Tom had. The only ones in the house were Tom, Merope, and 'Levine'. Through out the house there wasn't a place that spared from their sexual encounter. They have done every position in every part of the room except in Tom's room although Leviathan wanted to fuck her in front of her dying husband.

"You can't do it in front of him, he'll call the police or something," she said when he suggested bent over of the railing of Tom's bed. "No he won't, he's sick enough to the point he's having hallucinations. He'd think what he's seeing isn't real." As much as he wanted to do that he respected her wish. They haven't touched Tom's room until he came down with pnounia.

It was at night before Valentines Day, Leviathan wanted to take her to Paris. Tom was close to dying and he wanted to take Merope away long enough for him to finally die. "Before we go to the City of Love you need to do me a favor," he said. Merope was all smiles, she was giddy from the champagne and the sex they just had a moment ago. "What favor, Lev?" she asked her hand intertwining in his long hair.

"I want to take you in Tom's room so I can fuck you right in front of him."

"Lev….we had this discussion already."

"He won't know and if he does know then I don't care. I want to rub it in his face that I'm a better lover then he'll ever be." At that moment Merope thought about it. Tom was getting worse by the day and he has been seeing things. The other day Tom was screaming about blood on the walls and nothing was there. Also Leviathan has told her about his plan to divorce her if he ever got better. It hurt her to know the fact but, in a way she knew something like this was going to happen. "Alright, I'll do it."

It was 11:30 a night when they went up to Tom's room. Tom was asleep with a rattled breathing but deep in sleep. Leviathan could see the dream Tom was having about Levine. Leviathan wanted to laugh, in his immortal life time he had fucked many men as well as woman. Once Tom was dead he would drag his soul to hell and fuck him raw then take Merope and ravish her in front of him like they were about to do now. Leviathan pulled Merope's naked body closer to him and kissed her passionately.

"You ready?"

"Yes," she said nervously. She was scared and aroused at the same time. Merope put her hands on the railing as Leviathan began kissing her breasts. His tongue licked her white globes until they glistened with his saliva. Her pleasure mounted as he bit down on both her nipples. As he was playing with her breasts, his hand was stroking her clit making her gasp. His hand moved faster as she got closer to climaxing. She threw her head back with hands clenched tight on the railing as the orgasm overpowered her.

It took only a second for Merope to be aroused again when Leviathan turned her around facing Tom. Merope was surprised he was still asleep. Suddenly without warning his penis went inside her. It hurt for a few seconds but, once they started moving they were in a state of euphoria that couldn't be stopped even if the Pope was standing in front of them

As for Tom Riddle he was dreaming of Levine on top of him with her luscious breasts bouncing up and down. When he was about to cum in his dream he saw her face change from Levine to Merope….only this wasn't exactly Merope. This Merope was terrifyingly beautiful with her pale skin, her glowing jade eyes, and her black hair jeweled in red rubies. Suddenly he was afraid, he didn't want to be here he wanted to be away from this woman. Merope raised her right hand which sprout claws from her fingers. She smile was animalistic, her eyes filled with a hatful hunger as her hand sliced his face waking him up. Only the nightmare wasn't over.

Merope was bent over on the railing of the bed. She was in a state of unholy ecstasy. Behind her was a man that looked more like a monster with that dead skin, the glowing red eyes from hell, and most of all the long black hair that had a life of his own. As the devils had reached nirvana they howled like an animal of hell. He didn't know what was happening in front of him was real or not but when Merope looked at him with those evil jade eyes he fainted on the bed in fright.