The Author – Hi people! In this chapter, things start to get harder. I'll not spoil anything, but this one was a hard one to write. I was so excited I decided to post today, but the next one will be next week.
Some people said that I wrote bad and my writting is raw. Well, I think this chapter is a lot better. There are some descriptions and I try to flow better the narrative. See if you like, I enjoyed!!
Other people said that Hermione must not be named Foxylane. I don't see a problem with that, everyone have nicknames and all and no one complain. With the name change I wanted to show Hermione's accepting her new role in life and at the school as their saviour. If you discover a great power, wouldn't you change at all? She changed, so her name.
Another one said Hagrid is jamaican. No, he isn't. I don't know why you said that.
So, enjoy!
The Wolf Blood Lineage
Chapter Three: The Palace of Lust
Foxylane went to talk with Draco about her gargantuan predicament. She arrived at the hall where Draco passed out and kicked him so he can wake up:
"Draco!!!!!!"
Draco wakes in a shock:
"AHHHH!!!"
"Come my dog!!! You need to help me solve a problem."
"Arf Arf!!!"
"Stop that! Talk like a man you shiT!" and Foxy slaps his head.
"Oh...sorry...what can I...do?"
I need to talk to your father. It's urgent and by urgent I mean now!!!!"
"Okay...okay...I'll invoke...him" so Draco took Foxy with him to his bedroom. There, he activated the "Malfoy's Stone", a magical device that permits contact between father and son. Draco called his father, and now, Foxy and Draco are waiting Lucius Malfoy at the forbideen forest.
After an hour, an engine roar echoed in the middle of the woods. It got nearer and near to the Foxy and Draco, scaring the brutal animals and minotaurs residing in the place. The strong howling is coming from the well oiled engine of Lucius Malfoy's motorcycle, a Harley Davidson Sportster Hugger, black as his evil and maliciously rottened heart.
Lucius bike came at 500 mph and skid at the boys direction, disrotting trees from the ground and smashing squirrels and rabbits with it's wondrous marble wheel, stopping mere two inches from their location with a fast and furious brake. Draco almost had a heart attack.
Lucius was covered in leather clothes and had a skull helmet made of centaur's bones. His leather jacket was made of half-giant skin and his boots were forged in the bowels of Hades. The knig of heel himself owned those pair of boots, and he gave it as a present to Lucius.
Lucius picked his skull helmet and pulled it from his head, revealling his pale and menacing face to the kids.
"So, my son, you called me, what's so important?"
"Oh" said Foxy "I asked him, Mr. Malfoy."
"Yeah...hum...and why he is chained to a leash?"
"I'm her owner now."
Lucius looked his pityful dogish son and nooded in disagreement:
"How outrageous...my own offspring, slave to a spoiled delicious brat like Foxy. You are a joke Draco."
Draco yelped and Foxy immediatelly went to his defence:
"And who do you think you are, 'mister' Death Eater!!!"
Lucius got caught!! How does she know? She must be exterminated now...Lucius moved his hand to pick up a shotgun under the gas tank, but she intervened:
"So, you want to shoot me? Go ahead...finish me off...but I think your master will be very displeased that you didn't told him about my proposal...to kill Dumbledore!!!!" and Foxy started to laugh manically. Lucius stopeed and said:
"Oh yeah? Tell me them."
"No, I only talk to your boss."
Lucius got pensive. Is it a trap? Why she would help Voldemort to kill her own professor? After all, she spent a god part of her life helping Harry Potter to kill the evil minions of hell. But she was so beautiful and incredible looking, he hand waved the treason possibility and said:
"Okay, I'll take you to him. Come on, get on the hump." and Foxy seatted behind Lucius and Draco behind Foxy.
Foxy enlaced Lucius's tummy with her delicate hands and pressed his back against her chest, to seek protection and comfort. A fillet of honey milk flowed from her blossoming breasts and moisted her belly, chilling her sincere organism.
That middle aged man was not old at all, he had a powerful libido that Foxy could feel with her hiper-sensitive mecha nose. He was horny, being embraced by a crunchy buttery biscuit Foxy girl. She had the same feelings, because that hardened man complemented her immaculacy and sensibility. But Foxy felt a bit of discomfort, because she loved Draco. "Is it wrong to love son and dad?". Her thoughts were confusing and massacring her tender heart beat. No girl should make such a impossible choice.
Lucius get started the motorcycle and raced towards Voldemort secret lair. The Harley was fast, and Lucius ovoid easily the thousands of forests among the way. The rough terrain is not a match to his driving skill, and after a while deflecting the tress, the three people on the bike are already on the speed highway.
It's already noon, the Sun is in the middle of the sky and the traffic at the highway is hellish as hell. Lucius aceelerates the bike and cross in the middle of the cars and trucks, not caring about traffic norms. A mother with a babe in a stroller are crossing the street, and Lucius is racing at their direction. There's no way to avert them, there are cars on both sides of the speeding bike. So Lucius pick up his shootgun and hits bullseye in the middle of the forehead of that woman, exploding her brains all over the the breezery air. The stroller in thrown away and a car run over it, killing the underaged infant. Foxy got stuned:
"You killed that baby!!!"
"There was no other option." and so they continued the journey.
After a while, the bike arrived at a enormous palace, made of concrete, steel and blood. The slaves that worked at that place gave their lives to fullfil the dream Voldermort had in a slumber. A palace so Magnificent and Portentous, even the dinossaurs would tremble above in the sky seeing the power emmanating from those bloody unsavory walls.
Foxy, Lucius and Draco got out of the bike and started to enter the incredible and giant contruction. Leather clad guard bikers were at the front gate, so no one shall enter that place of evil and ostentation.
"Guards, free the way so I conduct this beauty to our Monarch." and the bikers did it. Foxy giggled a bit. "Beautiful" she thought "Oooohhhhh".
As Foxy entered the palace, she saw the enormous walls inside, filled with skulls of cows and goats. From every one of the millions of skulls were flowing rivers of blood that falls over a pool of lust and sinful phantasy, were Voldemort odalisques bath and enjoy the pleasures of carnal devotion.
Foxy got freightened by that vision, but at the same time, felt a rush of adrenalin filling her veins and pumping a wretched sensation inside her, a sensation to give oneself to fleshly unholy desires, to corrupt the soul and live the eternal damnation inside a world of impure luxuriance.
The odalisques were rubbing and touching one another, feeling the fear, the lust, the rage, the power, and giving it too to their bath womanly companions. No one was sad, but no one was happy.
As Foxy and Draco followed Lucius to the Throne chamber, more grotesque sights passed over Foxy's eyes. The sexual satisfaction is a norm inside that decried Gommorah of Satan. Every pervertion, every foulness inside the human spirit got unleashed inside that salacious edifice of sickness. No one was safe. And everyone indulged in a catharsis of decay and destruction. Foxy close her eyes, she must not take part in that feast of rancour and sodomic bestiality.
Finally, the throne room. Voldemort is there, with his red turban made of serpents. He uses a leather biker jacket, like Lucious, but more threatening. Pieces of human's guts are hanging all over it. A lot of disemskulled eyes are sewn on his leather pants too and the maggots and worms participate in a banquet of humans remains that are part of Voldemorts vests, and they like it a lot.
From Every one of Voldemort's victims, he uses their bodly remains as his royality clothing. Pieces of freshly collected human skin are tailored on the jacket sleeves with blood dripping from all over his man meat suit.
Voldemort look to Foxy, and says:
"Hum...Hermione, so, finally, we met for the first time."
"I'm not Hermione anymore, now, my name is Foxylane Siouxsie Angel du Dehors!!!!!"
"Hum, a very beautiful name" said Voldemort with a grave and grim voice. He starts to rub his chin and measure up and down Foxy, looking at her angelic untouched atributes. He falls in passion immediately.
"So, what do you want frrom me, my lady? Said Voldemort, leaving his throne and moving to where Foxy was.
"Oh...hi hi hi" giggled Foxy. Voldemort was really a gentleman. He walked with the finesse of a Lord of the Heavens, and his manners were very kingshly. Voldemort held Foxys hand and kissed it, gently, and slowly. His tongue walked all over her hand and dampened it with his sticky and smelly satanic rheum.
"Voldie...I can't...please don't" but he continued. He started to kisses her arms and lick them. Foxy started to moan and chills went up her spine. He was a very hot guy. Foxy started to cogitate living there with him...but no...Draco needs her. He cannot live alone, without someone to protect him, to show him how to do things, how to clean his butt. No...
"Voldie, please, I'm here on business."
Voldemort stopped a bit annoyed. He returned to his throne and listened:
"I need a favor Voldie. A very big favour."
"Favour. You know, we, the 'Goat Gorguts Gangels' don't usually make favours. Actually, we take what we want without asking permission."
"Yes, I know Voldie" said Foxy with a soft and incontinent voice "but, you see, I'm here, in front of you, trusting you, appreciating you. Will you take what you want from me?" and she looked down, with a sad face and a tear trying to drip on the skully ground.
Voldemort's heart got moved. Hecannot hurt that lady, she doesn't deserve what life already did to her bosom. Voldemort is really caring about her, but he can't let her go like this. If he does what she wants, she will never return, and he will be alone, forever. He must do something to guarantee she will stay with him.
"Alright Foxy. I'll do you a favour. But I want somethnig in return."
"Somethnig? I'm a very pure girl Voldie. Do you want to deflower me?"
Voldemort got very confused. This is not time, not yet. He must accomplish his plan before he engages into a serious engagement.
"N...no...I...well...say first what you want."
Foxy know she must not talk about the mecha wolf lineage. Voldemort is a wizard after all. He is a threat, even if he is so good and gentle with her. The lineage is a secret, she must find another excuse about her request:
"Voldie, I want Severus Snape dead!"
Voldemort googled his eyes. What? His most faithful servant?
"No!! He is very valuable for me!!!"
"But Voldie...pleaaaaaaase???" said Foxy, with her hands on her back, turning her left foot on the ground.
"Oh..." Voldemort was surrounded. What to do? "But why you want him dead?"
"It's that" she thought a bit "he nealy raped me!!!" and she runned to Voldemort and started to cry on his lap with much commotion and melancholy taking away her dreams, consuming the last desires she had as a girl in search for a peaceful and quiet life along her one true price. Voldemort put his hand on her softful and lickrish hair, rubbing and cherishing her. That bastard!!! Trying to rape my woman!!! Voldemort would not permit this.
"Okay Foxy, I'll kill him---"
"TODAY!!!"
"Ye...yes...today."
She cried a bit more on him, and them, he started to talk:
"Foxy, I just need one thing from you."
"What?" she said cleaning the tears.
"You must kill DUMBLEDOR!!!!!""
Foxy got shocked! She put her hands on her lips and could not belive what he asked. Dumblerdo was a fatherly figure to her, helping and never letting her down. However, he is a wizerd, enemy of the mecha wolves. He would probably kill her if he knows. With much anguish, she says:
".......okay.......I kill.....Dumbledore......."
Voldemort smirked. Now, he will have everuthing he wants, Foxy, and HOGWARTS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!
Third Chapter End
