Ch. 7

Tom Riddle took his new bride back to his chambers; he was dragging her by her wrists, and he could tell that she was in shock. He wore a smirk across his arrogant face. He raise his wand; which caused his doors to open on their own, then they walked across the door way, he then waved his wand again to close the doors. He warded the doors to prevent anyone from going in or out of his chambers without his magical signature.

He spoke in parseltongue, "New snake, come out and meet your mistress."

Lyra Granger-Riddle had heard stories from her cousin Hermione about people talking in a strange language and they were able to talk to snakes. After hearing him talking in such language, she was now shivering, just by the speech alone. She had her head in a swivel and laid her back against the door, hoping that a snake would not strike from behind. With a blink of an eye later; a big Anaconda stood before her, who looked about thirty or so feet.

Tom smiled, "I like for you to meet your new pet Lyra. He will need a name and he will be watching you for me at Hogwarts for me."

"How am I going to be able to talk to him," asked Lyra, who looked fearful for her life.

"Good question, love." Tom raised his wand again and waved his upon his hand. Then he used magic to make a bracelet out of thin air, which he had slipped it upon Lyra'a wrist. "This bracelet will translate your words into paseltongue and back again. That way he can talk to you too."

Lyra looked upon the band that lay upon her left wrist, it was a three inch wide band, made of mostly silver with carved out roses. It looked like it was an art piece, just some simple and beautiful, all in the same breath. "Beautiful," was the only word that she was able to say.

Tom smiled, "I am glad that my workmanship is up to your standers wife, but what name will you name your new pet?"

Lyra then looked at her anaconda, she asked, "Aries?"

The snake slithered, "Isn't he your God of War in another place?"

"Yes."

The snake looked over at Tom, "What do you think master, is it a good name for me?"

Lyra hated that the snake looked towards Tom for approval of the name, when she was the one who asked the snake if he liked it. She turned away from the two and sat down before the fireplace and let the two snakes talk, she knew when she was not wanted.

Tom sighed, "It's up to you if you like the name snake, now look what you did to your mistress. You made her upset that you have asked me."

The male snake, which had no arms and legs; slithered up to Lyra, then made his way up the chair. Once he made it up the chair, he wrapped a part of himself around her shoulders. He said, "I'm sorry mistress, I did not mean to upset you. I am still new to this; I have never had a human wanting to name me before. I have always been known as Hess, but I will be whatever you would like to call me."

Lyra looked upon Tom, "What about Apep or Nuada?"

Tom frowned, "Isn't Apep an Egyptian God of a snake? And is Nuada a god of the Celt's for God of harpers, healing, historians, magic, poets, warfare, and writing?"

"Yes on both accounts."

Tom just stared at her for a while and then asked, "What do they teach you at your old school Lyra? I know it's more than just Hogwarts will teach you, if you knew those names."

The snake spoke up, "Nuada! Please, I like Nuada. I want to be more than some name of a snake, I want to be more. Please, mistress. I want to be named from by someone who was much more than that."

Lyra smiled at her new pet, "Yes Nuada. You can be more than just a snake."

The snake then sticks its tongue at her cheek, like a snake version of a lick upon her skin. It nearly tickled Lyra, which made her smiled.

Tom growled, "Now that you named your pet, love. It's time for a different snake to come out, all together."

He then came upon her and dragged her out of her chair and moved her into his bedroom, and closed the door. He did not want any of their pets coming in and disturb them. He glazed at her, like a hungry man, who cannot afford to each one bight. He walked towards her, as she walked away from him. Lyra saw that he walked with essence of a predator, more than just a snake, maybe a dragon that acts like a panther. What Lyra had not planned what that her butt had hit one of the four bed posts, where she was trapped by the Dark Lord.

He then wrapped his left arm around her waist and brought her closer to him. While he right hand was gracing her cheek. Tom smiled evilly at her, "Lyra? Do you feel that Lyra? The kind of snake that will join you to me."

Lyra quivered, "What do you really want from me, besides to marry me?"

Tom smiled, "For you to call me Tom and to have my children Lyra. As my wife, you are to do as I say." He saw the fear and the hurt in her eyes. "I am not going to hurt you, Lyra. Not unless it is necessary for us to mate together."

Just hearing the work mate, made Lyra believe that this so called Voldemort or Tom Riddle, is really nothing more than an animal, just the way he talked to her. Then he started taking off his clothes, from his vest and his dress shirt. Lyra glanced down from his eyes to his chest; she really had nothing to say about him, except for the rock hard abs that he had. He looked like the Devil had chiseled him out of marble and rock. Then he went on and removed his boots to where she could see his feet, they were not on the large size, but they were manly feet.

Instead of him going on to remove more of his things, he reached out and turned her around and undid her dress; which took nearly ten minutes alone to try and get her out of it. He had to undo the ribbons that hold it together from two different pieces. Once he was done; he saw that she was in white laced panties and bra; he knew she was too good to be true for him. He then turned her around and looked into her eyes, where he saw that she was indeed pure. Meaning he would be the first and only man who has ever touched her.

Tom wrapped his arms around her and glides her to the bed; where he gently set her in the middle of the bed, with him lying upon her. He saw the panic from her eyes, and he then started to kiss her upon her rosy lips. He could not believe that he had gotten himself a woman, who was going to be all his and he would not have to share with anyone. He made the kisses into heated passion, to where she responded back in kind. Tom then moved his lips upon her pale silky neck, where he heard her gasp.

He smelled a different sent in the air; something he was doing to her, he could tell Lyra was enjoying it. With the snap of his fingers, they were skin to skin; to where it had caused her hips rising on their own accord. Tom smiled because of her movements and he was enjoying it. He moved her legs apart and one swift move; he found how right he was about her being untouched, and he was the happiest of people at that very moment. He made sure that he had not hurt her during the moment that they had shared, now she was all his and he was not letting her go, even though the marriage in the Wizarding World was final.

Once they had found bliss with one another; Tom whispered, "You're mine, all mine." He then kissed her upon her forehead; he wrapped his arms around her, while being was inside of her and together they had fallen asleep.