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Two Steps From Hell	By : Ssserpensssotia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 30375 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Grins...Hi!
So, a month away, and the story is back on track, or at least I hope it is.
Before you skip the a/n, please read the warning.
A very adult lemon ahead. All warnings apply to it. You've been warned.
For those who are not into such things, don't worry. I don't think I'll be writing such a lemon in the near future but we'll see. I have to be creative ;)
Your feedback is extremely appreciated, like always.
Thank you to those who reviewed and let me know what they think.
The chapter is not beta-ed. I am not a native speaker, and Serpent In Red is busy. So, we'll see how it will work out. When the chapter gets beta-ed, I'll replace this one with the corrected file.
Two Steps From Hell
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Horcrux Mine
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Chapter Twenty Nine
August
Hermione closed the book. With a satisfied hum, she put it away and then marked the book as "read" in her notepad.
The cover of the notebook was smooth and had a velvety texture, and every written word was hidden from the privy eyes of the strangers.
She had chapters for books she had read and was going to read on all possible topics of a magical education.
So far, she had read more books on Mind Arts that she imagined was healthy, but they fascinated her.
The Mind Arts and the Dark Arts were the most complicated, but at the same time, they were the most interesting studies Hermione had ever learned. The Dark Arts weren't as bad as everyone used to say they were, and it all depended on the intention of the caster.
She could heal, transform, create and modify everything she wanted while using the Dark Arts. She didn't have to torture or to kill anyone in order to learn this branch of magic.
The psychos could use Light Arts as well to hurt people, so it wasn't magic itself that was 'bad', it were the people who chose the immoral path to power.
Like some …
"Just try not to fall from your white unicorn. You may find yourself on the ground, in the mud."
'Where you belong' was left unsaid by the sarcastic voice, but Hermione still heard it, and so when the figure emerged from her bedroom, she threw a nasty look at him.
How could anyone be so bi-polar was beyond her, but it did give some spectacularly insane charm to one very shady figure in her life.
"When you're quite done philosophizing over things you do not understand, there are papers on the table that require your signature," Hermione said at the smirking Voldemort who was standing over the yet-unsigned documents with his hands on the desk.
He was so elegant.
"Feisty today, aren't we?" The light mocking in the tone meant he was not enraged, and Hermione smiled a bit as she imagined how her life had changed.
It was always so refreshing and so interesting to get into verbal fights with Voldemort, and to know he actually also enjoyed it.
Otherwise she would have been glued to the floor from all the Crucios sent her way.
"I know other curses than the Cruciatus. I am sure I could come up with something special, just for you," Voldemort commented on her thoughts while taking his cup of tea—milk and two sugars—and sitting elegantly into the opposite armchair.
She was not afraid of Marvolo. And he was Marvolo with her.
And she had to get his permission to continue her studies.
"I wish to continue studying the Dark Arts," Hermione said in a confident tone, looking at the pale eyes that shone with mirth and knowledge.
"Do you really?" It was a simple statement— it wasn't a question—but the way he asked it, and with a mockingly raised black eyebrow, made Hermione's hands itch.
She'd love to hit him, but it was early in the morning and she had classes to attend.
The pale eyes twinkled with mischief as Marvolo leaned forward, putting his cup onto the small table.
"I can always provide you with a note from a Mediwizard that would allow you to skip your classes. If you want to go ahead with that idea of yours, there would be no need to lie. You'll be needing medical attention afterwards, I promise you," Voldemort said in a hushed, lulling voice that was almost tender.
Hermione kicked her foot at the table, to make her sick mind cooperate, and she saw Voldemort smile a wicked smile at her.
She never knew she was that violent.
"You'll have to wait for the evening, I am afraid," Hermione said before her sense of preservation and common sense could return to her mind after a long vacation.
The eyes were red in color now, and Hermione's breath hitched in anticipation.
You sick little—
Her internal self-hatred marathon was stopped by the hand on her face.
She didn't even notice when he had gotten up.
"Try Saelia Magnum during your Dark Arts test today. I am sure Caelius will be ecstatic," Voldemort winked and put the now signed papers onto the table before silently Apparating away.
She wasn't going to use the Curse of No Air.
Idiot.
xxx
"And this is how you treat your pet, Rabastan?" The voice was laughing, but cold. It was unique in its cruelty and power, and even before Voldemort had said the second word, Ginny knew it was him, even if she couldn't see anything because of the blindfold.
She felt the magic.
She was tied to the bed with a blindfold on and a few glasses of wine with Lust Potion—perfectly brewed—still in her system.
Just before her partner had been called away a few minutes ago, she had been moaning in pleasure and lust.
Ginny felt the tears in her eyes when she realised she was getting aroused.
Voldemort's image—tall, incredibly handsome and mind-blowingly powerful man—was now clear in her head, and Ginny fought to breathe from the horror, shame and insane arousal.
She felt his presence closer now, and her feminine parts started to pulsate with need.
"What a naughty, naughty girl …" was breathed into her ear and a loud moan was ripped from her even before Ginny realised it.
The laughter was quiet, but sincere, and as two fingers suddenly entered her, Ginny started coming so hard she had to scream for at least a few seconds.
Still high from the orgasm, Ginny heard the cruel voice but now with a tender note to it.
"She's actually not that bad, but definitely not a marrying material. Just take my word on it, Harry."
No.
Please Merlin, no.
Harry was here, and he had seen everything.
"I think I'll listen to you on this one, for a change. "
Ginny couldn't see him, but she knew Harry was barely restraining himself. The voice was Harry's but it was colder now, and it was filled with rage.
She wanted to scream that she was drugged, only to find Voldemort's silent Silencio in work.
"I am not going to listen to the drama, so be quiet, Miss Weasley. Harry, I'm going to be merciful to you. You may change your decision. Though, no matter the final answer, your wish was granted. I showed you how dear Ginny lives, and we don't see her complain, do we?"
Ginny could only listen to the voice and cry silently, tied to the bed and with a blindfold on.
Harry.
The only man she ever loved.
"I change it then. I don't want her anymore."
No…
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It was very funny, but he couldn't really laugh, as his Lord would punish him severely. The newest version of the Lust Potion was prohibited for common folk, but his Lord's Inner Circle got whatever they wished, and so when Rabastan asked Malfoy to find him the best lust potion, he was given the Magical Slut.
Lucius was a uniquely talented manager who got you the perfection you didn't know you were searching for before he showed you. All products suggested by Lucius had been flawless so far, and Rabastan was happy.
So now, Ginny was under this potion all day and night, and even if he didn't take her, he still made her drink it, making her wait and beg for him to take her anyway he liked.
And now Potter had seen the horny girl come all over the bed just from one touch of Lord Voldemort.
Very funny indeed.
xxx
Tearing her apart would not be enough. He wanted to take her hair and tear it from her head, he wanted to punish her so severely so that she could never utter another lusty moan, and Harry had to grip the chair to calm down his rage.
Ginny—that fucking slut!— lived the life she deserved, and when Tom allowed him to withdraw his last request—and he had really planned on marrying that shit!—Harry felt truly grateful.
He had asked to see his only love. He had wanted to comfort her, to hold her tight, to protect her.
And now, Harry smiled a bitter smile in realisation that Ginny would need protection from him.
The final nail in his coffin had been her screams of pure bliss when Voldemort simply pushed two fingers into her. Simple as that.
"Do whatever you want, Harry. I don't really care," Voldemort smiled a bit as he moved to the door, and Harry smiled back, as Rabastan was also called away, leaving him all alone with Ginny.
Oh, I will.
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She could not scream anymore, and as she lay naked on the floor, with the blindfold removed, Ginny could only watch insane with rage green eyes that had no mercy in them anymore.
"Yes, it must have been funny. I have horns like my Stag Patronus, and you still thought it was not enough. I should just fuck you, but you're too disgusting to even look at," Harry was circling around her prone figure, playing with his wand, all the while mocking her already destroyed heart.
"Harry, please. You have to understand!" Ginny sobbed trying to get up, only to fall back in screams as another portion of the torture Curse left Harry's wand.
"Crucio!"
Ginny couldn't look at Harry because his rage had been fuelling the Cruciatus, but had she opened her eyes for a second, she would have seen the green irises mixed with red now.
No matter what she said, it was too late for Harry now, but Ginny did not know that.
xxx
"I will not be studying Law and Finances!"
His son screamed before almost stomping his foot, like a stubborn five year old.
The Law and Finances studies would begin in one week—two months later than most other studies this year—and it was not even worth a second to believe that he would allow his only child—the only heir—to waste his life.
Draco was a Malfoy and he was going to prove it now.
"Of course you will be. It's not negotiable, Draco, so spare your energy." Lucius replied, trying to focus on the paperwork in his hands, and ignore his naïve child and idiotic wife who kept drilling him with her cold blue eyes.
He had always believed Narcissa to be smart, but now that she was siding with Draco's immature whining…
When the threat of immediate death wasn't looming all over them, the family weren't that united.
Was she an idiot? What was he going to do with the Malfoy Empire, if Draco would be transfiguring cups into animals?
He wasn't talking about magic here. Magic was special, but he had never really talked to anyone who did not possess magic. But not everyone of those who had magic, had money.
He was talking about trillions of Galleons, and a true financial empire that had all the keys to all the doors, and his son didn't want that.
Lucius knew he needed an outlet, and he needed it now, as he became incredibly easy to rile up and annoy, and Lucius did not like that.
He needed to keep calm, but it wasn't as easy as it sounded when he constantly had to fight off the irritation.
"Draco is an adult, and he can choose himself what he will be studying," Narcissa voiced her opinion again when no one needed to hear it.
Lucius took the documents as he got up, and walked to the door.
"Law and Finances. Deal with it, before I deal with it for you," Lucius said before slamming the door shut behind him.
Argh!
What was Cara doing?
xxx
Hermione smiled at the laughing Cara, and took a sip of Champagne.
They were sitting in a gorgeous restaurant in the heart of the Magical Venice, and chatting while having a delicious dinner.
"SPEW? I like that," Cara's green eyes were shining with mirth, and Hermione realised she really cared for the older witch.
She had a confidant and friend whom she could trust, and for the first time in her life, it was a female. Hermione didn't have female friends when she was growing up—except for Ginny—but even with the redhead she had never been that opened or sincere.
She could talk about anything she wished without having to be ashamed or lying.
She could be herself, and Hermione really liked that.
"Yes, even though I have understood where I went wrong with the initial plan, I still want to try and free the House-elves," Hermione said before cutting the delicious scallops.
"You can definitely try, you just have to be more Slytherin in your approach," Cara smiled at Hermione's nod, and as Cara was about to put the fork with the salad into her mouth, Hermione saw green eyes widen at someone standing behind her.
"Bon appetit."
Malfoy Senior.
Great.
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The waitress looked nervous but ecstatic as she took Lucius's order, and Hermione could see the Galleon signs roll in her brown eyes.
Yes, the tip was going to be huge.
Hermione smiled inwardly when she looked at Cara's shining green eyes.
It was going to be interesting.
It was possible to learn from every situation, and Hermione squinted her eyes a bit.
"And you just accidently came to the same restaurant, am I correct, Lucius?" Cara asked with a raised eyebrow, and Hermione prepared to watch the match of Slytherin heavyweights.
"They have the best buffalo meat, Cara. You should know that well," Lucius replied without missing a beat, and Hermione had to stifle a smirk that wanted to escape her.
Cara was a vegetarian, and Malfoy knew it very well.
"And that is why you ordered shrimps," the older woman's smile was small but Hermione could see she truly enjoyed playing with the Malfoy Patriarch.
Lucius's small smile and shining eyes were making Hermione feel like the third wheel, and when suddenly both Cara and Lucius rose to their feet and bowed, Hermione smiled happily.
There you are!
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If that pathetic creature spilled any of the champagne on him…
He sure hoped the scallops would not taste like rubber this time. It was such an easy dish to cook but the last time he had ordered scallops, they felt like rubber. It had been in London, and not in this restaurant, but he wouldn't hesitate to renew the staff in case his scallops turned out not the way he liked.
The waitress's hands were shaking a bit, and he sighed inwardly before focusing on his Death Eaters and her.
Here she was, sitting with his two Ministers, and smiling happily at him. He had seen her this morning when he again found himself in her apartment, waking up from a good night's sleep. Three nights in a row he had spent in her bed, and Voldemort had to admit he didn't mind waking up like that.
"My Lord, may I ask about Perle?" It was Lucius who asked the question, but Voldemort could see the same interest in Pare's eyes. And Hermione's.
Interesting.
"What about him, Lucius?"
He could talk like a normal person, even eating at the same table as his servants, but that didn't mean anything.
He could take out his wand and Cruciate everyone in this restaurant, and no one would stop him.
He'd kill them all and get an Order of Merlin for that, because he was the only power.
He knew why Ruber Perle interested his Ministers, but he didn't know why he interested Hermione, and how his little Mudblood even knew about the idiotic French politician.
She must have remembered him from the Duel.
Ah, the scallops …
The waitress looked ready to pass out as Voldemort cut the small piece of scallop and elegantly put it into his mouth.
Hmm …
Not bad.
"My Lord, in the last two weeks I had to stop three major laws from taking effect. I am not sure what Perle thinks he's doing, but he has become an issue, My Lord," Lucius said trying not to fidget under his gaze, and Voldemort saw Cara nod a few times.
"Can't you just replace him?" His Ministers were not used to anyone asking him such questions, and Voldemort smiled a bit at the barely hidden surprise on their faces.
Yes, he had lifted the "My Lord" clause and he had allowed Hermione to behave normally, but within boundaries of course. She was the only one allowed to ask him anything in such a tone and without "My Lord" attached to it, and he loved to see the reaction from his Death Eaters who quickly exchanged glances when Hermione's attention had been on him.
"And who I would replace him with?" He'd humour her and he really loved to shock people.
Hermione did not even notice the shock on Pare and Malfoy's faces as her smart eyes were trained on him.
"Well, you have so many servants that it shouldn't be a problem," Hermione answered with a casual shrug, but he could see she was deep in thought.
He read the name she had wanted to say from her mind, and Voldemort's eyes shone red with pleasure.
Only two weeks into their relationship, and Hermione was already trying to save people.
What an interesting Horcrux.
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Fleur's father was a French politian and a pureblood who had remained neutral during the war, and did not make enemies out of Death Eaters later, so when his name popped into her mind, Hermione quickly realised she could really save Bill and Victoria from the fate that awaited any Weasley.
Armand Delacour could be a perfect candidate for the Ministry chair, and his daughter would be protected. If Fleur managed to convince her husband to leave England and move to France, then maybe Bill's life would not be over yet.
Hermione wasn't an idiot and she knew that Voldemort wasn't going to let anyone go, but maybe she could try.
She was the last one standing.
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They looked almost normal, sitting at the expanded table and enjoying food while quietly talking, Hermione thought as she looked at the drinking Marvolo in his blue vest and red tie, and then at the well-dressed pair of Ministers who relaxed a bit and stopped fidgeting under Marvolo's gaze.
Hermione had never felt as special as she felt now, knowing that even Malfoy who had spent many years in servitude, did not dare to ask Voldemort any questions, while she, a mere Mudblood, could talk to the Dark Lord without any fear.
Her morning had been filled with studies, and when at almost four in the evening Cara Pare came over to the University, Hermione had been happy to accompany the older witch to dinner, which quickly turned different as she had imagined as the men joined them.
Lucius first, Marvolo later.
She had been his girlfriend for two weeks, and Hermione had never felt happier in her whole life.
Marvolo spent a lot of time with her, and even slept in her bed, and he actually allowed her almost everything.
He would Cruciate her at some point, but his self-restraint had been immense so far, so Hermione wasn't complaining yet.
"I'll fire Perle as soon as you find the candidate to replace him with," Voldemort said after a pause, and Hermione winced at the word "fire".
Yes, she had an idea of what awaited the man when his time was up.
Voldemort did not do "retirement" for anyone.
"Thank you, My Lord," Malfoy bowed his head, and Hermione sighed as Cara did the same.
xxx
The girl was going to climb as high as possible, and Lucius almost pat himself on his shiny hair as he congratulated himself on the correct decisions.
Not only he was on good terms with the Mudblood-Hermione- , but also Cara had what looked like best friend's status with a girl, who could very well become the Dark Lady.
Lucius knew Cara was thinking about the same things, as her smart green eyes took in the pretty girl smiling now at the Dark Lord.
How could anyone be so brave, was beyond Lucius.
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"Lucius, have you decided what specialities your son will study?"
He knew that Malfoys were at each other's throats now, and while he could have simply told Lucius that it did not matter what Draco studied, he didn't want to raise suspicion.
He didn't want his number one for the first Horcrux to go paranoid, and that was why Voldemort decided to push Draco on the same footsteps as his father.
The boy was useless to him now, but maybe some financial brilliance was inherited and not wasted…
"Yes, My Lord. Draco will be studying Law and Finances," Lucius's voice was sure, and that meant he was going to get his way no matter what Narcissa said.
Very nice.
Everything was going according to plan.
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"My- my Lord," Lucius smirked at the shivering fool who was now bowing before the Dark Lord.
Someone dared to approach the Ruler of Magical Union and officially turn to him, and Lucius wanted to know who it could be. What could drive people to overstep fear?
Lucius saw his Lord look the person in the eye before a single eyebrow rose a bit.
"Go on."
The man who approached them was in his thirties, and he seemed to know what good clothing meant.
"My Lord, Ministers ,... —" here the man stopped in uncertainty and curiosity, and Lucius's eager eyes took in small details, such as Hermione's pursed lips, or his Lord's laughing gaze. Or the blush on the girl's face.
"Hermione Granger," Hermione finally offered and Lucius saw the moment his Lord smirked a bit.
The person nodded in greeting before taking out a camera.
"My name is Kevin Olgen and I work for the Magical Press. I was hoping to be allowed to take a picture, my Lord."
Ah, the press.
Paparazzi.
He was used to them, but the Mudblood—did he have dementia, or what? Her-mi-o-ne!—was not, and Lucius saw the nervous glance at the Dark Lord from under those thick, black lashes.
"Make it quick and be gone," the Dark Lord said brushing a hand at the mad paparazzi, who now looked like he won a million. If he thought about it, such picture could cost over five million, and Lucius wanted to buy it for his newspapers.
Dinner with the Dark Lord.
And two beautiful women.
Lucius gave his best smile which was sincere.
It was so good to be him.
xxx
Thirty three years.
It would be exactly thirty three years tomorrow since the day his beloved wife and daughter had been killed.
Thirty three long years he had to wait for the revenge, and now, when the obstacle on the road to his only goal in life had been removed, he could finally have revenge on the blood, just like he had promised.
He had been responsible for the death of the Swan but it was not enough.
The Swan's family would disappear completely and not in name only.
Now, that the protection of the Dark Lord had been lifted, every member of that family—it was the blood that mattered, not the name itself—was going to die.
Well, except one.
The price he was going to pay was exceptionally high, but it was definitely worth it.
Lord Voldemort knew what he wanted better than anyone he had ever met in his long life.
The man shuffled the hot sand with his sandal, absent in his thoughts, and touched his white hair that stood in funny spikes.
He knew he was making deals with the devil, but it did not matter.
Not anymore.
Looking at the dancing flame, Viscal Pare smiled.
Blood for blood.
xxx
She was standing with her back to him, leaning onto the windowsill and he had to admit her sight delighted him.
She was still naïve and trusting, and it was charming in a way.
It was a good decision to choose her for the experiment, and not another witch.
He knew how he affected females, and he could have chosen basically everyone, but his choice had fallen on Hermione. The fact that she had his Horcrux…
Had it been not for the Horcrux, she wouldn't have lived long enough to even speak to him.
His eyes shined as he absorbed her naked body that was lit with light from the moon.
She was special.
He was truly interested in her character, and this little adventure of his was doing wonderfully, Voldemort thought as he watched Hermione turn around and hop onto the windowsill.
"Old bones all tired?" Her sing-song voice was playful that was the only reason why his flesh wand—corny, yes—reacted, and not his bone-white one.
His little fierce nymphomaniac was egging him on, knowing well what it would lead to.
And she was looking forward to it, judging by the now spread thighs and the glistering mound.
He threw the blanket away and stood up, hearing Hermione's wanton breathing get heavier.
Voldemort took the necessary steps that separated their naked figures, and as he stopped directly before her, he heard her pant.
"You've been a very naughty girl, and I am going to punish you," Voldemort breathed into the opened lips and then he picked her up before throwing over to the bed.
Hermione was smiling with all her white teeth and he had to admit he liked her predatory smile.
xxx
She knew she was a sick individual, and even though sometimes her conscience and virtue cried in silent horror at what she was doing, Hermione could not help what she liked and what not.
After their relationship picked up on the day of the Quidditch Finale, Hermione had the chance to realise just how sick she exactly was.
A very painful slap made her cry in pain and pleasure, and Hermione wiggled her ass a bit, only to receive even sharper slap, directly at her dripping mound.
She couldn't really move, as her hands were tied with invisible ropes, and she was lying face down on Lord Voldemort's knees, her now red ass in the air.
Hermione loved every game they played in bed, and after Marvolo started to show her what he liked, she couldn't wait for more.
Spanking was extremely arousing, but Hermione knew he was still not giving in fully.
And she wanted to see all of him.
Where was the border with the Dark Lord?
And he was hers.
"Do your worst," Hermione breathed out and she felt the elegant hand caress her stinging skin.
"I'll ask only once, Hermione. Are you sure?" Voldemort's voice was pensive and quiet, but it was lower and it was so full of promise that she shivered.
She knew she had to say "No!", collect her clothes and run away screaming in horror, but instead she felt her juices now simply flow out of her for the mere thought of what he could do to her.
"Positive," Hermione heard herself say and then suddenly, she was turned around, now sitting in his lap, looking at the red burning eyes that seemed to search for something in her brown, lustful eyes.
The euphoria coming from the Horcrux was immense.
Marvolo's hand rose to cup her face, and tender lips gently kissed her before he withdrew and smirked.
"Very well."
And Hermione shivered from anticipation and arousal.
Oh boy…
xxx
She was tied to the bed, eagle spread, and her brown eyes could only watch Marvolo who now had an elegant dagger in his hand.
Shit, what was he going to do with it?
"I know you have read a lot about adult tastes—" Here Marvolo stopped and slowly crawled over her body, leaning a bit to the side, the dagger's smooth blade reflecting the moonlight and making it harder to breathe from arousal. "However, you are forgetting one very important thing, my sweet."
She wasn't gagged, and licking her lips, Hermione replied.
"I am aware that magical tastes are much more extreme, as the healing process can be very quick, and that there are spells created specifically for those who enjoy such activities." Her voice wasn't shaking, but it was husky and it was lower than usual.
The smirk on the handsome face made her feminine parts convulse in anticipation, and she heard his words, she almost came.
"People who write such reviews, are sadists or masochists, or they are both. But none of them has ever dealt with the Dark Lord," Marvolo whispered with eyes shining, and Hermione swallowed hard when she felt his hand on her breast, teasing her nipple.
"Go on, then," Hermione used his imperial tone and his phrase, and was rewarded with enlarged pupils and a sincere smile.
"Scream for me, Hermione."
A thin, but sharp needle appeared out of nowhere and pierced her aroused nipple without any warning, and Hermione screamed.
It was around five centimeters long, and it scratched Voldemort when he leaned forward, kissing her cheek before withdrawing back.
Marvolo.
The second needle was slowly piercing her second nipple, while the first one was now vibrating with magic, and the pain was making it hard to breathe when suddenly, Hermione felt Marvolo's tongue lick her dripping heat.
She was looking him in the eyes, and the connection between them was opened.
His pleasure was her pleasure, and her pain his.
She was experiencing something special with this man, who was now licking her burning red pussy, looking her in the eye.
Hermione allowed herself to relax and accept the emotions from the other side, and just feel.
"Feel it."
She knew the moan was hers, but she had never heard her voice sound like that.
It was throaty, it was primal and it was pre-orgasmic.
Hermione felt her eyes almost roll back and her muscles started to tighten.
The tongue was driving her mad with pleasure, and the vibrating needles started to only add pleasure while mixing it with pain, and Hermione was sure she'd pass out from the intensity of her arousal and euphoria.
She was so close to the mind-shattering orgasm, and when she opened her mouth to scream in pleasure, she screamed in pain instead.
A third needle pierced her aroused bundle of nerves, and Hermione was ready to pass out from the pain when she felt those magical lips kiss her face slowly.
"Such a brave girl," Marvolo whispered into her lips before starting to make love to her mouth, taking her mind away from the horrible pain in her clitoris.
His nose was touching her tenderly, from right to left, nuzzling even.
"It hurts, doesn't it?"
Hermione could only nod as the third needle started to pulsate lightly.
"And we have just begun."
She heard his light whisper and despite the panic and pain, Hermione smiled.
Show me all you've got.
xxx
Both her pink nipples were pierced now with vibrating needles, and when he looked at her wide-spread form, with the third needle piercing her clit, Voldemort admitted he had never enjoyed playing those games as much as now.
He had not healed his previous partners—he just killed them, sparing himself the troubles—and he had to remind himself to be careful as he took out the dagger and brought its deadly blade to the talented lips.
"Lick it."
Hermione's eyes were mad with arousal and pain, but he could feel her pleasure.
He'd give her more.
xxx
Hermione was bombarded by all those insane sensations, and she didn't know how long she'd be able not to come.
She knew it wasn't normal to enjoy such pain, and she was sure with anybody else she'd be repulsed by such violent things.
But with Marvolo…
As the blade slowly moved down her lip, cutting it a bit, Hermione had to Occlude her mind to not scream.
"Yesss, that is how you do it. Occlude, Hermione. And lick." Now Marvolo used the same tone he used when giving commands, and with horror Hermione understood it made her even wetter.
Her tongue hesitantly touched the blade, and she started to move it over the flat surface, the blade was turned to the side, letting her know where she had to lick.
She wanted to say she'd cut her tongue, but apparently, that's what he wanted.
Ah, shit.
She blanched as her tongue started to bleed a bit as the blade was sharp, only to see Marvolo's eyes almost black with arousal.
Oh, yes.
She braced herself and suddenly licked the length of the blade, allowing the blood to flow down onto the elegant hand, holding the dagger.
The pain did not matter anymore as Hermione's breath was stolen from her when she met two red eyes with enlarged pupils that were burning with desire and lust.
She felt his pleasure and mixed with her pain, it made it hard to breathe.
She was affecting him so much that he had no control over his eyes anymore, Hermione managed to come to a very satisfying conclusion through the cloud of pain in her mind.
The blade left her lips and tongue, and moved to her throat, leaving a thin cut on its path down, towards her breasts. It wasn't deep, but it was not a light scratch either.
The dagger stopped at the mark between her breasts, and Hermione watched Marvolo lean over it. A warm tongue licked the mark, and something in Hermione shuddered in pleasure.
Dracula.
'Enjoy it, Hermione'.
A cry was ripped from her throat as the blade cut the tender skin of her left breast.
The needles in her nipples started to heat up, and Hermione started to struggle with pain, as it was becoming too much.
The dagger moved to her right breast, and Hermione was ready to cry in pain when hot lips closed over the pierced nipple.
The pain was mixed with arousal and intense emotions and Hermione had a hard time understanding if she truly enjoyed it or not.
Before she could realise what was happening, she felt a surge of magic and then the needle in her clit turned into a small dome that had the clit trapped under it. A thin chain now connected both pierced nipples and the clit, and Hermione fought to breathe.
"You will not come until I let you," Marvolo said tenderly and then she saw his wand clasped in his hand where the dagger used to be.
She thought he could do most spells wandlessly.
"I can, but this one has to be precise. Can you guess the spell, my sweet?" Voldemort asked as he positioned himself between her legs, his erect member dripping with pre-come.
Fuck no!
"Are you insane?" Hermione managed to ask in horror and disbelief as the bone-white wand was trained at the dome around her clit.
The chain would work as the connector, transferring the spell over to her nipples as well.
"Very much so," was said with a smirk and Hermione braced herself.
A real, sudden laugh was ripped from Marvolo, and Hermione opened her eyes.
"Did you really think I'd cast the Cruciatus, my sweet?"
Voldemort was looking at her in open surprise.
She managed to surprise him and he was letting her know about it.
"Yes," Hermione answered, looking into the eyes she so loved.
"Not today." The tender lips smirked and Hermione's hand itched to reach out and brush the silky hair that was falling into the eye.
"Electrium!"
Just before the electrical pain appeared in her clit and nipples, Hermione felt Marvolo's thick cock as it entered her in one swift, strong move, burying himself deep in her hot, wet heat.
And she yelled.
xxx
She was screaming, thrashing under him like mad, the shocks of what felt like lighting on her nipples and clitoris, and his cock slamming into her soaking wet slit without any restraint or mercy.
He wanted to prolong their play, but he needed to come otherwise he could cause some unneeded damage, so he leaned forward, kissing her bleeding lips and sucking her bloody tongue, he lifted the spell that prevented her from coming.
Now he'd see just how in tune she really was with him.
"Come for me."
xxx
The pain was going to tear her apart, and Hermione was sure she'd never come on her own when she started to feel little shocks of pleasure run up her spine.
Her screams turned lustful without her even noticing it, and soon Hermione wasn't sure if she was screaming from pain or pleasure.
Or both.
She kissed him hard, and then she felt some pressure leave her clit and Hermione had to open her eyes to look at Marvolo.
Or she'd die from explosion.
"Come for me," she heard his whisper and she thought she was looking at the sun instead of pale blue-eyes because her vision started to turn white.
"Saelia Magnum!"
The pain from the electrical shocks, the iron-hot needles in her nipples and clit, the cuts from the dagger and the fact that she couldn't breathe were turning her world upside down and Hermione started to shake violently.
Her body wasn't listening to her, and as the No Air spell was lifted, she thought she'd die from all the feelings.
Molten lava was now running in her veins and Hermione managed to take a deep breath before she had to scream so hard that she was sure she had broken her vocal cords.
The pleasure was simply incredible and there was nothing that could ever compare to what she was experiencing now.
She exploded and turned to golden dust.
Hermione knew that Marvolo was coming hard as she heard his groan and felt him shoot his sperm deep inside her, and then her mind left her body when waves of pleasure clashed from all sides and then electrical spell was lifted.
She didn't know how long she screamed, or how long her orgasm lasted, but it felt like a lifetime.
She couldn't even move when the restraints disappeared and needles were carefully taken out. Hermione could only watch through half-lidded eyes how the bone-white wand traced all the cuts on her body.
Her tongue and lips were healed and Hermione wished to say something, only to find no power left to even open her mouth.
She was still twitching in aftershocks of pleasure and pain, lying on the bed in her Venice apartment, the skies turning lighter with the approaching dawn.
She didn't want him to go, but she couldn't even think about anything. Her mind felt free for the first time in life.
It felt like her eyelids weighed a ton.
"Hermione, Hermione."
She heard his whisper as he lay next to her, looking at her; his pale eyes satisfied and pensive.
A sincere, satisfied smile made it to her lips and as the darkness of sleep started to take over, she heard his quiet hiss.
"Beautiful."
xxx
a/n Blinks innocently…
Btw, I didn't pick the "Swan" for its twilight-ish name…;)
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