DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux
A/N at present 3 or 4 more chapters. It could be a short story or longer. i will judge the interest Warning, mature content.
Darkness and Love
They went thru a back entrance to his room under a concealment charm. He held her hand very tight, reigning his lust.
By the time they arrived at her room he was at his limit. Thus, as soon as the door of the room closed, he pinned her against the door, took her coat and his cloak off and bent towards her. He ached so badly that he wanted in her, right that second.
His lips closed on hers with hunger, "Princess, wrap your legs around me. Now." He groaned in pleasure and whimpered with need. He wanted more.
She did as told, so he grounded his erection against her, he was right there. "My princess," he murmured, the contact and pressure were welcome.
"Hold on," he carried her towards the bedroom, and he wished that he could use his wand but decided against it.
He kissed her non-stop on the way there, his mouth moving, wet kisses the tongues entwined, licking and biting, while he furiously massaged her bum. His hand went under her skirt, seeking her moist heat, he was hungry, starving for her flesh.
She wore knee-high woolen socks, perfect, no tights, bare soft skin. His fingers moved her knickers wanting to feel her. Her bare skin made him pant with anticipation. His world was reduced to this moment, he wanted it to last forever.
Her already damp, warm sex made him groan aloud, quickly his fingers sought her wet channel, his hips moved in sync with his cock. "Mine, you are mine," He repeated over and over again. He was out of control, his breath sounded loud, like he was running a marathon.
He wanted to rid them of their clothes, and while touching her, he undressed her expertly. "Mine, forever, mine. Tell me I can have you, tell me." Asking her, he who never asked permission to do anything was doing it.
"Yours, yours, yes you can," she repeated not paying attention to her words, but he did, he paid attention.
Her nubile naked body made him whimper louder. The beastly sounds were foreign to him; the entire scene was surreal, mostly because his eyes couldn't comprehend what he was seeing, she was too perfect.
Her average size breasts were topped with pale nipples, visibly aroused to hard tips. Her slender torso narrowed at the waist, flaring into well-defined hips. Her pale skin was dotted with freckles, a few forming symbols, which he disregarded as imagination, it wasn't. They were real.
His eyes lingered on the v formed by her thighs; she had fine blond hair glistening with her arousal. Her legs were perfection, slender and toned; her toenails were painted scarlet red while her hands were a pale pink.
His eyebrow raised, and he chuckled, "So very naughty," he lifted her foot and licked her toes, each lick going straight to his groin.
He needed to see more, "Angel, open your legs" when she did, very shyly, he opened his trousers. He freed his large aroused cock; he held in on his hand to let her see it. He did a double take, surprised to feel the wetness.
"See how much I want you, from now on, only mine will go in here," his long finger slid inside her, and he cried rather loud at the feel as his chest heaved.
He realized that he had been crass, but he was at his best. He'd never been with someone like her. So different from Bella, his latest, who couldn't care how he behaved.
How he wished to be a gentleman for her. Maybe Abraxas could teach him.
Their lovemaking was furious as a winter's wind, he kissed her body, every inch of it. He thought that her wet sex all was he ever wanted, all the while his mouth feasted on her.
He licked her with relish, a first for him because he had never wanted to do it before. He felt her climax on his lips and had to stop his own climax from happening.
He finally poised above her, his lips shinning, and placed her hand around his sex, "You do it, my princess," his voice sounded foreign to him. His hand shook so hard that he couldn't do it alone.
Her hand on his cock brought him more pleasure than anything else before, his back arched and a deep shudder made his body writhe and clench.
The crazy, twisted times with Bellatrix and her husband were but a joke; a nasty one at that. All the lovers before her were permanently erased from his mind.
He looked as the broad head entered her slowly…he had seen the tiny drops of semen glistening at the top, indeed a first, since ever.
She was visibly in discomfort but allowed him access, didn't complain once. When he was deep inside of her, his hardened heart melted a little.
Their lovemaking had unfrozen a corner, making him forever vulnerable. He kept looking at her as if trying to figure out what was going on, why he was feeling so different.
He wasn't gentle, and as he pounded into her, pleasure became his world. Her responding body was everything he ever wished for; and her soft, timid caresses set his body on fire.
Holding and being held by someone full of goodness and innocence was new to him, soothing old pains, healing deep wounds. The way she looked at him made him happy, an emotion foreign to him.
He shouted his pleasure until he was hoarse, "Princess, my name, say it." As he felt her muscles contracting around him. "Tom, Tom..."
He loved her three more times within an hour and wanted to keep her forever. The need was strong, he just couldn't get enough, but he knew better, and didn't want to break her will.
Besides, harming her, was something he wouldn't tolerate, not even if he were the one doing it.
He couldn't get enough. "Mine, forever, mine, my Jean, my Princess, only mine." The magic discharged soothed the evil inside.
He moved his hand to heal her, he knew she was in pain since he was raw himself. He had been wild, and just thinking about, he swelled again. Though, he knew that he would hurt her if he didn't stop for now.
He didn't clean up, but knew better and concealed his body scents from others; he wanted to smell her skin on his.
He brought her back to meet her relatives, and before letting her go, he brought her hand to his lips, then whispered, consumed by jealousy, "Tonight, don't dance with anyone, I will know. And tomorrow, come to my room as soon as you can get away in the morning…Better, tonight leave your window open."
"I already told you, I sleep on the third floor of an old home." She protested but warming up to the idea.
He smirked. "I can fly." He winked.
"I bet you can," she winked back.
Voldemort was heady with lust. He went thru the motions the rest of the afternoon and evening, waiting to see her. He could feel her body against his; he could relive every second, soon he was unbearable.
Mostly, he avoided being alone with Bella, angering her. Most of the Death Eaters lusted after Bella, there were other witches but none as beautiful as her, and she didn't handle rejection well.
That night he came into Jean's room, but the young witch was dead asleep; hence, he sat by the bed to watch her breathing, and his heart did a funny squeeze.
He uncovered her and let his eyes feast on her. He sat next to her, kissed her shoulder, and pulled out his cock. This was the first time in a long, long time, just because he wanted to climax looking at her.
Upon his return to the hotel, young, cocky Mc Nair sat next to him at the hotel bar, "Some looker with you earlier today, such a pretty little bird, I wouldn't mind second…" he stopped.
McNair heard Voldemort hiss as his throat closed, shit, he couldn't breathe.
"You are to forget you saw her. If you so much talk about her, you are dead. If you tell anyone about her, and I find out, you and your family are dead. I've seen your filthy thoughts, lose them. Tell Bellatrix, and will tear your cock with my bare hands. Sooner or later, I will find out, and you'll wish that you were dead."
It went in one ear and out the other. Perhaps Voldemort was too kind this one time.
In the morning he waited near the hotel, he didn't want McNair to see her, something told him not to trust him. During the next days, the couple met in a Gasthaus, a restaurant, to drink the local brews and to eat the local fare. Afterwards, she would come to the exclusive hotel where he stayed.
Although she already knew that he was a wizard, since day one, and believed that she'd figured out who he was, she liked to fool herself. Deep inside she knew who he was.
In bed, he was a passionate and tender lover, but terribly possessive of her. What she didn't know was his real identity, or she would have hidden well.
She had met wizards before, but he didn't have to know that. She knew of Tom Riddle and his name mentioned, as someone very important associated with the Dark movement; she just didn't realize that her Tom was the Dark Lord.
She remembered that her parents had been friends with him; she had forgotten much of those times, it had been a while, and it was best that way.
She arrived at her Unkle's home, "Darling girl, we have news about the man we saw you with, please come in the dining room. You must meet Herr Stern."
At their table, an old wizard sat, she could tell by his clothes.
He had joined them for coffee and cake as it was their tradition.
"I was at an interesting meeting last night. It was from the old guard, wanting to collect funds for the new British Dark Lord, Voldemort." He looked at her knowingly.
"Imagine my surprise when I was talking to your relatives, and they told me that he has been courting you, a young Fräulein from a fine family. And I remember my son saying that he'd thought that was you with the Dark Lord. He had seen you with your uncles. Do you know how dangerous he is?"
Yes, she had heard of him, but it couldn't be him, "Herr Stern, I think you are wrong, he said his name is Tom Riddle, Tante I told you his name. I told you about him and my parents, he came to visit them once in a while."
"Precisely, that was his name before he became the Dark Lord."
Was he dangerous? Perhaps, that was her first impression, but how could she tell them that she was madly in love with him?
a/n Poor girl, poor Voldie, it would seem a doomed love. So did it meet your expectations?