Un Désire Dangereux *COMPLETE* | By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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II. Un désire tacite
"How do you mean?" she asked, trying to grasp the full ramification
of what he had said.
"In short," he said, lowering his voice as if the others in the
room could not hear. "Your will is no longer your own in regard to...sexual
matters."
A spoon clattered the floor as Molly whirled, looking aghast at Severus.
Kingsley coughed uncomfortably while Albus lowered his eyes and shook his head.
Tonks appeared to be at a complete loss. Vivienne felt a lurch deep in her core
at his words, as if her own body concurred with his statement.
"Quoi! What are you saying?" she said, when she recovered.
She looked into his glittering dark eyes as if hoping any moment he would laugh
and admit he was having her on. Yet he remained stone-faced, apparently
unperturbed at her discomfiture.
"Perhaps we should continue this elsewhere. You may find it distinctly
uncomfortable having anyone else hear what I have to say."
"I am already uncomfortable," she said, her face flaming. "How
do you know this is so?"
"Because I am one of them," he said simply.
"Alors! Then how are you here? Why would you be allowed--"
"Because I am a spy," he spat, growing impatient. "Now trust
me, you do not want me to continue until we are somewhere quite alone. I can
assure you the full import of this curse goes much deeper than you would care to
talk about here."
"Whatever it is I can handle it," she said, tossing auburn locks
over her shoulder and jutting her chin. "Besides, should this happen to
anyone else we will need to know how to help."
"Very well," he answered derisively. "Unfortunately for you,
mademoiselle, any desire you feel whatsoever will have to be sated by
a known Death Eater. It cannot be slaked by anyone else, much less yourself
should you attempt to avoid the main premise of the curse, which is that you be
forced to copulate with one of the Dark Lord's many servants. It does not matter
who you desire or how small the urge is that crosses your mind. Once its seed
takes root it will grow exponentially until you must find release. Moreover,
your need will only be met when you have given release to the one you are with.
Worse yet, should you be anywhere near a Death Eater who so much as entertains
the passing thought of sex, you will find yourself driven as well."
"What is the countercurse then? How is it removed?" her voice shook
as she took a step back.
"There is not one. Should any of the Ministry discover its use, it will
surely take its place in history as yet another Unforgivable. It is one of Bella's
specialties, a surprise considering she is a woman herself and has no qualms
about using it against other women. Sadly, most of those whom are affected by
it are killed before its effects are ever expunged. For the ones who have not,
it appears to last for a year and a day before the charm, so to speak, wears
off."
"And if I refuse to give in to these...urges?" she replied archly, an eyebrow raising at the
barbarism implied in such a curse.
"Should you refuse you would die," he said flatly. As she began
sputtering indignantly that she would much rather die, he continued,
"Essentially your blood vessels would continually expand, flooding the walls of
your...reproductive channels to the point that they burst. In short, you would
hemorrhage."
"So I am damned to be raped continually by Death Eaters?" she said,
already shaking uncontrollably at the thought. "But how would I even know
there is one around? If I get aroused by some foreign fantasy that just flits
through my mind that I know is not mine? I would not have known you were if you
had not told me. They tend to not announce it to the world."
"Actually, that mark appearing when I spoke should have been your first
clue," he said, cocking his head to the side as if sizing her up.
"From here on, if it burns or twinges you know you are near one. The closer
they get," he said, stepping forward to illustrate its power as her arm
gave an involuntary spasm. "the more you'll feel it."
Feel it she did, Vivienne considered, already she was wet at this horrible
man who showed no sympathy for her utter humiliation. Driven to ask the
question, purely from a desire for self-preservation, she asked as she looked
down, "what if I'm nowhere near one when the desire takes hold?"
"You'll feel yourself being led to one. And I feel I should warn you,
once any Death Eater realizes you've been cursed so, he will only prolong the
torture by removing himself before he releases. It must be inside you or you
will not find your own release and the symptoms will continue."
"What symptoms?" she asked, truly not wanting to know.
"Flushed skin at first, weakness...throbbing in the nether
regions," he paused, as if expecting her to tell him to stop, but she met
his gaze defiantly. "If not caught in time, they give way to fever,
tremors, and eventually death within several hours. It builds strongly and
quickly, only abating upon the Death Eater's ejaculation."
"Ah, merde! It's barbaric!" she cried, her voice
breaking at last. Pressing a hand to her stomach she ran from the room.
She crossed the hall into what appeared to be a sitting room. The furniture
was draped with sheets as though no one had been in residence for years, and
there was a thick coating of dust over the cabinets and tables. Vivienne sat,
her chest still heaving, feeling as though a heavy ball sat in the pit of her
stomach. And knowing that her body had already betrayed her, she also felt a
keen yearning for the dispassionate man who had outlined the details of her fate
as though reading off a shopping list. For a few minutes she sat, willing
herself to calm. A few deep breaths later, her nerves were somewhat less
jittery. However, the thought of this man, a known Death Eater, being the only
one who could give her release had her very thighs tensing. She all but groaned
at the thought of him between them as she felt the tell-tale flush creep up from
her neck to her hairline. God help me, she thought, it's started already.
*quoi = what
alors = so
merde = shit
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