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Mortal Souls	By : bloomsburry Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 14134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: Everything from the Harry Potter Universe belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Warnings: story contains; coarse language, violence (torture and murder), blood and gore, explicit lemons, and I mean VERY DESCRIPTIVE LEMONS. This is going to be a very DARK fic. It's really not suited for those who are gentle at heart and for minors. So be warned.
Author's note: Sorry guys for the incredibly late update, I had just written new stories that I gotten sidetracked. Anyway, if it's fine with you…perhaps I can make the chapters short so that I can update often. Is it fine if I write around 4-7k+ words in every chapter?
Anyway, this chapter is only written in Tom's POV. I will make this as an interlude chapter? A chapter that is not truly a chapter. And it's been like more than 10 years since I wrote a smutt scene so I'm a really rusty in that area. I hope the smutt scene is fine, although it is more descriptive than I'm used to writing, but I'm still trying to get used to writing smutt. Anyway, thank you guys for waiting! Here's a reward for those who have been for a long time. Some experimental smutt.
WARNING: (THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT PORN-LIKE SMUTT! With Bondage, Oral, and all that stuff.)

PREVIOUSLY on Mortal Souls….
"Remember who I am every time you scream in pain." He said as he dug his wand deeper against her skin, his red eyes almost looked like it was glowing.
"Remember this...I am Lord Voldemort." He stated with a sense of finality before a red light shot out from his wand and straight to her chest.
Hermione vaguely felt the brief pain, the smell of burnt flesh and singed clothing before she knew no more.
There was only darkness.

Tom glared at the woman lying unconscious on the floor. His wand still pointed at her chest, where he could see a hole through her clothing made of rags, and an angry red mark on her sternum after he had stunned her. He must had put a lot of power behind his spell to have cause that much damage on her.
He grimaced in pain as he could feel the same injury appearing on his chest. Instantly, he flicked his wand and cast a healing charm on the woman, where the injury eventually faded into a slight pink tone on the mudblood's pale skin.
Afterwards, he continued to glare at the woman while his mind worked.
"I need to find a way out of this spell that she had placed on me…but extracting information from her will be hard. How can I do it then?...How do I go about this without being subjected to the same agony as her?" Tom wondered. "Perhaps there might be other spells that will not harm me if I torture her - a loophole that I can exploit…Hmn….I will have to contact my followers for some information in regards to this…. However, it will be too premature at this point to contact them…I still have important things that I must attend to – and speaking of which, I must leave immediately."
And with that, he quickly strode towards the door, opened it and left the room. Once he was outside, he locked the door with a strong locking charm – which would only open to his magical signature. He then set another ward within the room that would prevent the woman from completely escaping.
"I can't take any chances with her…She has already taken me by surprise… more than I can count from someone of her impure birth." He inwardly admitted grudgingly.
"Was Master successful?" came the hissed from behind him, and Tom whirled around. His eyes instantly landed on Nagini, whose yellow-slit eyes regarded him with an almost human-like curiosity.
Tom hope that Nagini's question did not relate to the outrageous assumptions that she had made prior, where Tom had immediately sent her out for speaking thusly.
"No," came his short response before he swiftly walked towards his bedroom to get his things, Nagini following closely behind him.
He entered his Slytherin bedroom exactly five seconds later.
"Where are you going, Master?" Nagini inquired when she saw him donned his travelling cloak and took a parcel from his trunk.
"In the mainland. I'm expected to meet someone." He answered as he held the parcel tightly to his side.
A pause as he examined the snake for a second.
"Nagini, if you are staying here, you might as well keep an eye on things since I will be late in coming back. Remember what I told you before. If you notice something odd, contact me immediately. You already know what to do when it comes to this."
"Yes, Master."
"Good," He said, twirling on the spot and promptly apparated away.
CRACK
Tom appeared at the edge of a small town somewhere miles away from his cottage in Jezerca. However, the second his feet touched the ground, there was a strong tag on his chest, like a string trying to pull him back.
He frowned when he felt it and lifted his hand to place it over his heart, which seemed to be beating fast.
"What is it this time?" He inwardly wondered in irritation as he felt the tag once more.
Tom was already running late for his meeting, and so he decided to ignore the odd sensation. He started walking towards the only place where the magical folks in that region gather – in the"I fshehtë Shikim" pub, where he was supposed to meet the person.
As he took more steps forward, Tom's heart started to pound loudly, and a couple more steps sent him gasping for breath.
"What in the world is going on?!"
He halted and stared far up ahead, where he could see the small pub with the painted sign "I fshehtë Shikim" on it.
"It seemed that something is preventing me from going any further..." He surmised as he clenched his hand around the parcel he carried. Tom was still breathing with great difficulty while everything about him spoke of immense displeasure about this turn of events.
"Another information which I will have to torture out from the mudblood..."
A pause as he stood there in the middle of the street. Some muggles were out and about in that time of day, and took note of him as he remained standing there. They were watching him in either wariness, suspicion or curiosity. No matter. Tom merely glared at all them, which shortly sent them scurrying away or averting their gazes while they resumed what they were doing previously.
"Filthy muggles," He thought, scowling. "I wouldn't be in this disgusting, muggle town if not for the rare books that I need to acquire."
Thereafter, he began to walk towards his destination despite the difficulty that it was causing him. He hadn't even taken two steps forward when he felt the familiar lurked in his belly.
CRACK
The sudden jerk of apparition had Tom lost his balance that when he appeared in his living room a second later, he ended up stumbling and falling on the floor, sprawled like some clumsy fool, where the parcel he had been carrying was unintentionally flung upwards, and then descended on him fast.
Tom caught it in a nick of time before it could hit him squarely in the face. It would have broken his nose due to its bulk and weight. However, his fast reflexes saved him. He might not be a Quidditch player, but he had years of training and experience in the duelling arts. Catching a package mid-air was just a small matter to him. The muscles of his forearm tensed as he held the heavy parcel above him, which contained two books of questionable nature.
"Master?"
It must had been an odd sight for Nagini to see Tom, who had just left recently and only to shortly arrive a minute later by falling ungracefully on the carpeted floor no less.
Slowly and carefully, Tom sat up from his sprawled position, and with as much dignity as possible, he stood up. His face remained stoic as he dusted some imaginary dust from his travelling cloak.
"Yes, Nagini?" He inquired with a straight face, turning his attention to the snake, who was lying on the sofa like a domestic cat.
"You are early," came Nagini's hissed, the tone almost sound blunt coming from the snake. "Master said you will be late."
"Apparently, I can't travel too far away from here." Tom informed her, silently seething as he removed his travelling cloak, and hang it over the sofa with a snapped.
He was close to storming into the girl's prison cell once more and demand the answers. Yet he didn't. So Tom informed Nagini of his new discovery.
"There's another spell that the mudblood had cast on me that I am certain was used by the pureblood families in the early Dark Ages. A spell which said to prevent newly-married brides from running away during their wedding night from their husbands they have been forced to marry. But this spell seems to allow longer travel distance instead of the expected one mile distance. I don't know what that mudblood did to me, and I sincerely hope that it doesn't involve me being tied to her forever."
"Fuck!" The colourful expletive entered his mind; a clear indication that Tom had discarded his mind-filter due to his fury.
Normally, he would never have use those kinds of inappropriate language, especially with a man of his standing. Although occasionally it would only happen when he felt an overwhelming emotion.
Tom pinched the bridge of his nose. Thick lashes fluttering close and obscuring his cobalt-blue eyes as he contemplated the ramifications of his latest discovery.
"The thought of being tied to that disgusting mudblood is simply too horrific. Gah!... I must find something to preoccupy myself with, lest I might end up strangling the life out of that little bitch."
There was no point in going back to the mainland in Valbonë Valley and meet the man from the black market, who had been willing to trade with the books that Tom had. And in exchange, Tom would have gotten some new books of the dark arts that was smuggled from Egypt.
His handsome jaw worked tautly while his lips were pursed into a ruthless, forbidding line.
"I will have to send a letter to that trader later explaining why I hadn't shown up." He surmised.
There was a sound of muffled footsteps as Tom ventured away from the living room without a by you leave to Nagini, who watched him disappear into his bedroom.
"In the meantime, I need to prepare a list of things that I can do to extract information from the mudblood…. Perhaps curses and hexes that I can counter almost instantly, and without causing critical wounds which are hard to heal. " He deduced as he opened his trunk and started pulling out leather-bound tomes that he brought with him since he had started travelling. Books containing the darkest spells not known to most wizarding community.
"There must be some kind of spell out there – a loophole - that will allow me to torture the mudblood without getting hurt myself…and If I can find out what it is, then I can focus more on my problem in creating my Horcrux…"
He took six familiar books from the stack, and left his room in search for food and a place to read.
"Time to do some research."
...
Much later, in the kitchen, Tom sat down on a four-seated square table, where more than five thick tomes lay opened in a particular page – pages which depicted some gruesome scenes of individuals who were being tortured; images of fingers awkwardly bent from the knuckle, fingernails being removed, blood pooling from a mouth as teeth were forcefully extracted; a picture of a bloodied and flayed back after a horrendous lashing spell, and another image of a victim being dunk into a body of water while being suspended in the air.
All of which were in complete display as Tom took a bite from his half-eaten tuna sandwich, not altogether affected by the disturbing pictures right in front of him as he chewed his food apathetically.
Carefully, Tom place his sandwich on the small saucer just beside the book he was currently reading, and plucked a steaming cup of tea from its matching saucer. He brought the ceramic cup to his lips and took a sip.
The tea was still hot, so Tom returned it back to its perched and resumed reading the book entitled "The Darkest Art of Magic."
A sound of rustling could be heard as Tom turned a page, where his eyes swiftly moved over the text and landed on something that piqued his interest.
Sensus Privo Curse or also known as a sensory deprivation curse, which targets the psyche of the victim. It is psychological form of torture that limits or cuts off the intended victim from experiencing any outside stimulus, such as removing their senses of Sight, Smell, Taste, Touch, Hearing, and even Gravity and Thermoception (or heat sense).
Tom did not finish reading the description because he swiftly pulled the parchment that had been lying on top over the pile of opened books. He took a quill from the left-most of the table, where he dipped it in a nearby inkpot and began writing.
Seconds later, there was a smirked curving at the corner his lips as he read what he had written down.
3. Sensus Privo Curse – Sensory Deprivation (from Touch, Taste, Smell, Sight, Hearing, Thermoception and even to Gravity)
"I can't wait to try this on the mudblood," He said, smirking maliciously as he read through the entire list that he had made so far.
Physical Torture (Spells)
1. Clavo Aufero Curse – Denailing
2. Digitus Occillo Curse – Finger breaking
3. Suspendisse Cursus Velit Hex - Dunking
4. Cutis Flagello Curse – Flagellation
5. Dente Extraho Curse – Tooth Extraction
6. Cutis Cauterio Hex - Branding
7. Lux Caecitudo Hex – Light Blinding
8. Percutio Pressus Curse – Pressure hitting
9. Caesus Curse - Cutting
10. Valide Strepitus Hex– Sound deafening
11. Impetus Sagino Curse – Force-feeding
12. Infervesco Curse - Boiling
13. Pedis Flagello Hex – Foot whipping
14. Strappado Curse – Reverse hanging
15. Asphyxia Curse – Oxygen Deprivation
16. Frigus Hex – Extreme cold exposure
17.
Physical Muggle Torture
1. Starvation/Dehydration
2. Waterboarding
3. Submission Hold
4.
5.
Psychological Torture
1. Exterreri Solebat Curse – Nightmares/ Phobias
2. Acute Humiliation
3.
Those were the words that were listed there. A great number of dark curses and hexes, and some other forms of torture that were meant to inflict unimaginable pain and mental trauma on the victim. Nonetheless, Tom was not yet done with his list, and after he finished skimming through all of it, he returned back to his book.
Tom was still smirking when he turned to another page, and the instant his eyes landed on the moving picture there, his smile disappeared. Every bit of him froze as he saw a blindfolded woman strapped from wrist to ankles in chains, and tied to a four-poster bed while she writhed and screamed.
And underneath the picture was the bold letters that read.
"Death by Pleasure."
Tom was like in a kind of trance as his eyes run through the text written in the page. His mind raced with thoughts of a certain girl currently chained inside his cottage. His imagination running wild at the implication of a curse to inflict a different kind of torture on the mudblood - a torture that had his heart pounding loudly against his chest while his blood rushed south - towards his groin.
So Tom read the description while an image of the mudblood chained to his bed flashed before his eyes.
Sexus Subduco is a curse most commonly used for sexual torture. It stimulates and intensifies sexual pleasure of the victim, even to the point of death. Wherein, the curse can only be countered, when the caster engages in sexual intercourse with the -
SNAP!
Without warning, Tom had close the book shut with a snap, and subsequently chucked it across the room, where it directly flew straight towards the window.
CRASH!
Shards of glass sprayed over the kitchen sink and outwards as the book disappeared through the broken window panes, but Tom didn't care as he had begun destroying every bit of furniture inside his kitchen. Sounds of breaking glass and wood splintering rent the air as the room around him dissolved into a wreck in his fit of rage.
Tom was infuriated with himself for letting his mind wander into matters that he certainly wouldn't have considered it in the first place.
Yet the vision he had of the mudblood writhing underneath him seared into his very mind that it left a terrible imprint upon his memory, and which sent scorching heat deep within his belly.
Tom knew that it will be inevitable that he would succumb to temptation. But it made him more determined to remove the spells that the mudblood had cast over him before that would happen.

…."Don't!"
….. "Ugh..ahhh..No, please!"
… "Stop!...ughn…Uhn-uhn—ahh.. Oh God! Ughn.."
…. "Merlin! I can't…Ahh-ugn!"
With a soft pop, Tom's mouth released the pink nipple that he had been sucking. The glistening peak stood proudly under his questing gaze before he turned his attention towards the girl's other breast. His mouth swiftly closing around the nipple without hesitation, where he flicked his tongue over the hardened peak five times before he completely pulled it into his mouth and sucked hard.
The blindfolded girl beneath him let out an undisguised gasp of pleasure, and Tom didn't stopped suckling that delectable crest until he had her straining against the chains that bound her. She moaned loudly, tears trailing down her cheeks at her helpless state. The skin on her wrist already red and tender from the way she had been thrashing since he had started torturing her.
"No more! Please…" The girl pleaded, but Tom ignored it while he used his other hand to cup the girl's other breast. Firm and pert like the other one he's was currently drawing circles with his tongue.
"Ugn..!" The nineteen year-old girl all but mewled as his lips assaulted her perky nipple, loving the way his lips wring every bit of response from her just by simply sucking her exquisitely soft skin.
He began to massage her other breast with his expert hand, silently getting the thrill of having it fill his palm as the girl involuntarily pressed herself into his hand. The girl in question was flushed pink and panting. A sheen of sweat glistened over her naked body, which made her looked like she had been thoroughly ravished - even when it was what exactly happened, while all over her long neck and above the swells of her breasts, there was a smattering of love bites there, after Tom had imbibed himself on that delicate parts of her.
Tom really did love the look of those marks on her pale skin.
Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinched and rubbed the sensitive peak of the girl's breast until it grew puckered. His dark, hooded eyes watching as the girl bit her bottom lip as in utter bliss. Her body arching towards him while his mouth, teeth and tongue worked on her – kissing, sucking, licking, nipping or scraping her lovely nipple, and getting an immense satisfaction of hearing the girl whine in unrestrained passion. The sound she made went straight to his groin, where his manhood throbbed harder. Tom rubbed himself against the inside of the girl's creamy thigh to alleviate the burning ache in his loins. His manhood pressing to the area where he could feel the trickle of the girl's arousal drenching his rigid member.
The woman squirmed underneath him, crying and moaning in obvious need, frustration and self-loathing. Her chains that held both of her wrist and ankles - which was bound tightly to the four poster bed - rattled noisily at her movements. Her head turning from side to side as if to deny the pleasure he was giving her – her tormentor.
The green blindfold that covered her eyes were soaked from the tears that she had, and continue to shed.
Tom like the sight of those tears, more so when she begs.
"No…ugh..please…"
Tom didn't listen to her as he drove her mad with desire through his skilful ministrations. His mouth and tongue worked fast and over her swollen breasts, delighting in the fullness of it inside his mouth and hand.
"Ugh…ngeh…please…ahh...sto - stop…" the girl sobbed, mewled and beseeched him to stop, but he never halted.
Later, Tom finally released the mudblood's nipple with a soft wet pop, leaving a string of saliva there, which he quickly licked away by flicking his tongue over her pert breast. His tongue sweeping and brushing around the aroused tip before he switched back to the other nipple that he had long neglected in favour of the other.
Immediately, he took the girl's other puckered peak back into his mouth - almost hungrily while the woman let out a cry of both pleasure and frustration. Her body jerking upwards at the sensations that his mouth had generated. He like the feeling of her perky breast jingling against his mouth as he suckled and her like a starving man.
"God.." The girl cried out and Tom smirked at that, nudging his long nose against her creamy-white skin as he continued to suck hard, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her pale skin turning rosy pink from his never-ending sexual stimulation.
A second later, Tom could no longer handle the almost excruciating agony of simply rubbing against the girl's thigh. He wanted - No, he needed to press closer to her. He was so aroused that the temptation to bury himself into the girl was getting the better of him. But instead of succumbing to that temptation, Tom shifted his weight and aligned himself above her, and then gradually lowered his hips. His tight buttocks flexing as he moved to that place where Tom had forgone touching.
The girl whimpered the second Tom's manhood rubbed against that tender bundle of nerves hidden between her wet nether lips. Purposely scraping the ridged head of his shaft against that sensitive pearl that would drive the mudblood insane with lust.
"Shit! She's soaking wet!" Tom inwardly growled at the discovery, and nearly all the rationality fled from his mind as his tip rubbed against the silken moistness of the girl's flesh. Her pink, swollen inner lips parted as Tom slid his stiff length against it, which swelled and leaked with her juices every time Tom brushed himself against her.
It felt so damn good that his pre-cum seeped out to moisten every bit of his shaft until the creamy wetness mingled with the girl's.
"You're so wet mudblood that I could just easily slipped all the way inside you by accident." Tom said hoarsely, panting and watching where they were connected. He stared at the way his cock slid over the girl's pink folds repeatedly. The girl's thighs quivering every time he nudge her little nub with his tip.
"What does it-" Tom began but then groaned instead when the girl suddenly started to grind roughly right back at him. The movement sent a bolt of electricity in every nerve-endings of his body that his hands instantly left her breast to grip her buttocks and lifted her up for a better angle. Tom then proceeded to slide his entire shaft over her moist clit and nether lips in frenzy.
"Nghn…ahh..ahh" was what came out from the girl's parted lips the instant he picked up his pace, her body shuddering at the friction they created. Yet could never reached that sexual pleasure she desired. "Ugh ah ahh…uhgn.."
"Does it feel good to have my cock against you, mudblood?" Tom asked, breathing in shallow gasp as he continued to stroke against her sensitized nub and every moist flesh that he could find. "How does it feel like?..Hmn? Do you want me inside you, mudblood?"
The girl could only whimper in response as she moved helplessly against him. Her hands gripping her chains tightly as Tom's length slid over her clit and above her moist entrance, again and again until she was half-sobbing and half-moaning from both pain and pleasure. Pain for the heightened sexual pleasure from the spell that he had cast, which prevented her from reaching sexual gratification.
The girl's breast bounced every time he jerked her closer to him. He watched her threw her head back in undeniable ecstasy. Her face flushing at the intensity of their heated bodies sliding against each other. Her pink nipples was so hard that Tom had an immense need to suckle one of them as he continued to stroke his hardness against her soft flesh. Seeing the mudblood in such a state had made Tom's mind glazed over with potent desire.
"Fuck! Fuck!" was the string of curses that entered in his mind as his control slipped. "This was not my plan at all! FUCK!"
He wanted her badly.
The mudblood's downy curls and her soft, wet flesh caused an incredible friction against the sensitive tip of his shaft, sending a jolt of intense heat racing into his loins. He could feel the bulbous head of his manhood thoroughly moistened from both his and the girl's combine arousal. The wet noise of their flesh sliding against each other sounded so obscene, yet it entirely turned him on all the more.
He wanted to take the mudblood right then and there, but he couldn't. He was doing this for a different reason other than simply fucking the mudblood. He still wanted answers from the girl no matter what.
Tom took the back of the girl's knee and place it over his left shoulder, securing it there with his left hand, while his other hand reached out and started to fondle the girl's bouncing breasts. He could no longer resist touching her twin globes of flesh when it was making that vigorous motion every time he slid over her.
He caressed her ivory skin, trailing his fingers over her nipples, rubbing and pulling her taut crest, and then weighing the undersides of her lovely mounds of flesh and kneading them. But at the same time he teased and nudged her little nub with his manhood, and sometimes pressing against her wet entrance that left her petite and enticing body trembling in his arms every time he stroked her roughly. This action would have already sent her into sweet oblivion if not for the fact the spell stopped her from achieving her own orgasm.
She was so responsive to his touch that the temptation to take her became unbearable. She tried to clamp her thighs around him, but her bindings prevented her from doing so. Her legs were spread apart that left her completely exposed and opened to Tom's ministrations. His tall form looming over her short figure as he watched her squirm.
Tom loved to be in control, and having the mudblood in that position and with all her delicious assets displayed, certainly drove Tom delirious with lust and power.
It was a potent combination which he could not deny as he leaned his face forward, and drew the mudblood's nipple deeper into his mouth once more, seeking the desired reaction from the girl he had caged in his arms.
The mudblood didn't disappoint.
"I can't take it anymore!…please! Merlin, enough!" The young woman wept as she lifted her hips, trying to take his stiff manhood inside her. That part of him which would give her the released she had been deprived of, and the ecstasy of being filled to the brink by something large, and made of incredibly hardened velvet.
Tom reacted by rolling his hips, where he stroked his length against the mudblood's thoroughly moist entrance, and he could feel the copious amount of her arousal against his balls as he slid his erection above her tight bundle of nerves.
"Please, stop it! I want-!" The mudblood didn't finish as Tom suddenly bit her nipple non-too-gently, which earned a startled gasp from her. "Uhh!"
Although Tom already knew what she was about to say, and the thought of finally thrusting full-length into her tight heat alone - sent dark, forbidden lust racing straight through his veins and into his groin.
Tom slowed down a bit, trying to regain some semblance of control. He was breathing rapidly when he placed his forehead against the girl's collarbone with his eyes clamped shut. His teeth were clenched tightly as he tried to restrain himself. His mind had hazed momentarily due to the fiery and rampaging desire that shot through his veins of just imagining the tight velvety softness wrapped around his pulsing length.
There were beads of sweat that dotted Tom's forehead while his cheeks were flushed pink as his darkened eyes fluttered opened.
"I don't think so, mudblood…." Tom said thickly as he lifted his head to look at her, regarding her with hooded, lust-filled eyes.
"If you want my cock inside your cunt, mudblood, you might as well tell me what I need to know. If you don't, then you can contend with me by rubbing against you." He replied thickly as he then slowly jerk his hips forward. Teasing her yet again until she was reduced into a sobbing and moaning wreck, squirming and writhing underneath him.
"No more... No more…" The mudblood choked out as she tried to angle her hips to take his thrusting cock into her. And with a surprising speed, she tried to impale herself with his pulsing length. The head of his manhood slipped inside her moist entrance, where he could feel the starting tightness around her vaginal walls.
The tight sensation around his sensitive tip made him momentarily froze up while Tom's mind clouded.
"Sweet mother of…" He thought weakly, trembling above the girl as he tried to stop himself from slamming all the way in.
"Shit!"
However, the girl did not stop there as she moved once more to take him completely inside her, but Tom swiftly moved before she could.
"God, mudblood." He rasped out as he clenched her hip tightly with one hand. His brows knitted in concentration as he was torn between withdrawing from her and impaling her entirely.
In the end, her tight heat was too much for him…
The girl whimpered slightly as he began to sink into that tight, velvety softness currently enveloping his ridged tip, which was completely moist from her heighten arousal. Bit by agonizing bit Tom stretched her.
"God, you she's so incredibly tight!" He grunted at the sensation of her moist heat trying to adjust to his large length. He could feel her tight walls rippling around him, nearly driving him insane at the tight fit.
The girl beneath him seemed to freeze at the invasion. Her entire body tensing while her face gradually turned into a grimace as if she was in pain. Tom slid further and then shortly met some resistance there. He paused, suddenly realizing the reason why the mudblood was so unbelievably and strangely tight.
"No! No, wait!...Don't!" The girl cried out, her voice quavering while her body shook in fear. "Stop!"
Tom groaned. His hands clenching on either side of the girl's small waist.
"Fuck, she's a virgin!" Tom cursed, watching as new set of tears run down from the girl's blindfolded eyes. He saw her bit his lip, when the tip of his cock nudged against her hymen.
"NO!" She screamed while she cried, recoiling from him. "DON'T!"
Tom breathe with difficulty through his nose, at the effort of reigning in the mad rush to thrust forward and break that thin membrane, which separated him from the tightly packed muscles of pure heaven just deep within.
However, Tom gritted out instead of doing that exactly.
"If you don't want me in your cunt mudblood, then perhaps I will find another way to have you."
Swiftly, Tom removed the girl's knee from his shoulder and let go of her hip. Afterwards, he pulled out from her tempting heat and hastily crawled upwards, where he knelt above her chest area, placing both his powerful thighs on either side of her upper torso, his knees brushing the sides of her breasts.
"I grow tired of hearing your lies and protest, mudblood. Now, its a good time to shut your mouth." Tom said as he pulled her hair roughly back, pushing his pulsing, moistened length right in front of her face - she could not see it of course since she was still blindfolded.
"Here's something to gag you, mudblood. Suck my cock like you were made to do it. Like the little inferior filth that you are." Tom commanded, pressing the tip of his arousal right into her lips, where she could probably smell both his and her arousal after their repeated grinding, and even perhaps taste both of their juices combine if she licked him. The thought of her tongue running around his turgid length sent another jolt of liquid fire racing through his veins that he impatiently jerked his hips forward.
The mudblood tried to move her head away from his stiff member. Her chains clinking loudly, but Tom was not having none of that, and with a ruthless tag of her hair, the girl underneath him let out an involuntary gasp of pain. Tom took advantage of it and shove his manhood into her mouth.
The girl gagged as it entered into her wet cavern.
"Fuck!" was what left Tom's mouth at the feeling of her wet mouth wrapped around his erection, where the girl's tongue unintentionally brushed across his tip and the throbbing vein visible in his manhood.
Still gripping the girl's hair tightly with one hand, Tom braced his other hand on the headboard while he started pumping his hips forward. A trail of sweat slid down from his neck and down the flexing muscles of his broad shoulders and back while he drove his cock downwards into the girl's mouth, who had adjusted to the breadth of him.
A second later, Tom had to suck in a lungful of breath, when the mudblood unexpectedly started to licked and sucked him with unexplained ardour.
The sucking sounds she made was blatantly vulgar as she moved her mouth up and down his length, licking and stroking him with her tongue and mouth, sucking and flicking the head of his cock, and especially the little hole where his pre-cum wept out.
The feeling of her tongue on him made every fibre of his being tingle and heady with pure lust, until Tom was the one moaning, grunting and hissing loudly this time with his head thrown back. His stomach clenching from the sensual pleasure that set his veins on fire.
The wide expanse of his shoulders and chest were tensed while his back rigid as his flexed his taut buttocks in time with his thrust. He could feel his balls tightening as he neared his orgasm. The pleasure at the tip of his erection built up as the girl used her talented teeth, mouth and tongue to stimulate him and try to wring an orgasm from him.
"Damn, mudblood. I love your fucking mouth." He moaned, gripping her curls tightly with both his hands as he drove his hardness into that hot, wet hole that engulfed him.
He felt the mudblood hollowing her cheeks to suck him hard that almost had him reeling from the strength of it around his stiff member, while he buried himself into her repeatedly, and with a desperate need of a drown man. From the tip of his shaft and all the way to the base, the girl took him until he hit the back of her throat and even a bit further down, where he could feel her swallow every time he drove deeper into her.
"Harder, suck harder. Yes, that's it…ugh..ahh.. I'm almost there. Sweet merciful God!… that feels so goddamn good! Ugh…ahh…" Tom said hoarsely, grunting as he gripped her head, forcing the girl to take all of him until her wet lips smacked his balls. His hips jerking unevenly as he could feel the coil on his navel began to unravel while the liquid fire inside him built up into an inferno of heat.
It was any second now before Tom would go over the edge.
"After this…I'm - gonna have you….ngh.. give me..ugh.., mud-You are…ugh..driving me …crazy! Fuck! -ugh.. ahh ahh…" He drove hurriedly into her wet cavern, feeling the scraped of her teeth and the flicked of her agile tongue around his tip, where it sucked and stroke the rest of him as he entered.
Tom was so lost in his own all-consuming pleasure that he did not notice the change in the room. Instead of lying down on the bed, he was now standing up while the girl - who was pleasuring him - was kneeling down in front of him.
Her chains and blindfold gone.
A few seconds before he could spill his seed into the mudblood's mouth, he felt a slender hand kneading his muscled buttock and forcing him to move faster and deeper. His body was tensing as the heat in his groin intensified that he was making noises that he would not have normally made during sex.
Tom felt like he hadn't had his cock sucked before. But the way the girl was doing it, made him act like a fucking virgin.
A feminine hand, slid up from his strong thigh, over his lean stomach and up towards the hard contours of chest, where sharp nails and fingers began playing with his nipples.
Immediately, lust-clouded blue eyes snapped open at the sensations of those pair of hands, Tom looked down towards the girl, who was now kneeling in front of him, unrestrained and without the blindfold on.
His shocked gaze met a pair of glowing yellow eyes and a sultry smirk from the vixen who had his cock in her mouth. But he didn't have time to contemplate over this matter, because with one move, the girl grabbed hold of his ass and shove him all the way down her throat and used her gagging reflexes to milk him dry.
"Fu—UGH!" Tom gave a masculine shout of ecstasy. His cock tightened and jerked before he completely emptied his seed into the mudblood's ravenous mouth. His body wracked with tremors as the mind-blowing orgasm swept through him. The corded muscles of his shoulders and neck stiffening while he forced himself to stand up despite the fact that the intensity of his orgasm left him nearly weak-kneed. He might have seen a white flash beneath his closed lids as his hips were roughly pumped back and forth by the hands that gripped him, his still pulsating length stroking the insides of the girl's mouth to prolong his pleasure.
"Ugh..ugh…"
A low groan escape his lips as his dark, cobalt-blue eyes finally opened and landed on the girl kneeling in front of him. The mudblood met his stare with her odd glowing, cat-like eyes. Her nails were digging into his butt cheeks as she continued to suck and swallow most of his cum down, which sent him into another quivering mess as her tongue assaulted the sensitized head of his shaft.
And the sight of her gulping down his seed brought another frisson of pure, unadulterated lust shooting through him at the image she presented.
Tom like the sight of her kneeling in front of him. He like it a lot.
The girl didn't stop bobbing her head over his still pulsing manhood. She hallowed her cheeks to draw him tightly into her mouth until his eyes rolled and the muscles of his stomach clenched at the sensation. She did this at same time she raked her sharp nails over his nipple as she gulped every last drop of his seed.
When his heart rate had finally slowed down, Tom stroked her chestnut curls like she was some kind of pet as his heavy-lidded gaze observed her.
The mudblood didn't stop until she was satisfied that she had cleaned every bit of him. It was a minute later that she slid her mouth out from his slightly stiff length with a wet pop before the girl asked him in a voice that wasn't hers.
"How does it feel like to come into my mouth, darling?" she inquired seductively, trailing her hands over his shaft and stroking it. Tom's length jerked at the contact and hardened once more, ready for another round.
Impatiently, he grabbed her, bringing her inside the circle of his arms where he moulded his hard contours against her soft curves. Her breasts wound tightly against his chest while his arousal nudged and flattened against the soft skin on her creamy stomach.
"God, I want you..." Tom stated in voice roughened by need, and shortly placed a hand behind the girl's head, leaning forward for a devouring kiss. Not even caring that she had just swallowed most of his cum down her throat.
The girl laughed all of a sudden - a cackle more like - as she leaned into him saying.
"You should have known better than to bound your soul to me, Merlin." She said just right before a knife appeared in her hand and stabbed him in the chest.
...
Tom woke up with a gasp. His body covered in sweat while his heart beat erratically. After a second or so, he finally noticed the raging arousal currently tenting his pyjama bottoms. He lay there panting in his four poster bed. His legs tangled in his Slythering-green bed sheet as he tried to gather his chaotic thoughts.
It was in this moment that Tom noticed something. To his utmost disgust and embarrassment, he could feel the familiar sticky, wetness that clung to his skin and the front part of his pyjamas.
Apparently, he had just ejaculated in his sleep.
Even when he had already orgasm, his manhood still strained hard against the cotton cloth of his sleeping wear - not yet completely satisfied - while the drenched cotton cloth chaffed against the tender tip of his long shaft.
"Damn it!" Tom mentally cursed as he carefully sat up from his king-sized bed, where he swung his legs to the side and sat down at the edge of his four-poster. His elbows rested on top of his knees as he buried his hands in his mess of dark locks - which was thoroughly dishevelled, probably after he had thrashed in his sleep.
"What was that dream all about?... I would never dare touch the mudblood in such a way!" Tom thought furiously, trying to dispel his arousal with feelings of revulsion and anger towards the girl in particular, but it didn't do neither. In fact, just thinking about her and remembering the dream made him a little hot around the collar. He shifted his hips as he felt his arousal responding to his wayward thoughts.
"I shouldn't have read that book! Now, the spell that the mudblood had cast on me is forcing me to react like this!" was his angry conclusion while he rubbed his fingers over his knitted brow. A fierce scowl etched on his handsome features.
The dream Tom had was so vivid that every part of him still tingled from the aftermath of it. He could almost feel the silken smoothness of the girl's tongue and mouth enveloping his stiff manhood, like it really happened not a moment ago.
Abruptly, Tom sat up and walked towards the bedside table, where he had placed his wand.
"I need a shower." He decided as he moved out from his room towards the bathroom.
...
Later, Tom stood under the shower of water with his arm propped up in front of him while his other hand pumped over his stiff manhood.
Tom gritted his teeth in both pleasure and frustration.
He had already given up trying to imagine every women he had taken to bed while he tried to finish himself off. But alas, every time Tom remembered his sexual encounters with any of his lovers, they always end up looking like the filthy little mudblood just a door away.
The mudblood he's currently imagining fucking up.
Tom's hand pumped faster over himself as he neared his orgasm. His balls tightening once more as he imagined taking the mudblood from behind, where he could thrust into her deeply until he would hit that secret spot inside her. Again and again he would bury himself into her, harder and harder that he could feel the mudblood's vaginal walls clamping down on his length as she came screaming. Her delicious body so tight that it drove him over the edge a second after she orgasm.
A groan left Tom's mouth as he finally spilled his seed into his hand. He still kept on moving his hand up and down, and running a thumb over the tip of his member as his orgasm washed over him while the image of the girl arching and shuddering underneath him fleeted in his mind.
After a few more seconds, he leaned his forehead on the bathroom wall, trying to catch his breath. Droplets clung to his thick lashes, clamping them together while his cobalt-blue eyes stared into nothing. His dark hair was soaked and sticking against his flushed face while the lines of water continued to slide over him. Rivulets of it slipped over the toned muscles of his wide shoulder and back, while there was some that trickled over his chest and stomach, and even towards his strong thighs and the back of his legs.
Tom stood there under the shower for nearly a minute just staring off in space.
Then…
With his face shifting into an expression of cold fury and self-loathing, Tom suddenly punched the wall in front of him. He punched it again and again, until his knuckles were badly bruised and scraped; blood oozing from the scratches.
"That mudblood is going to pay for what she did to me…for reducing me into this pathetic state!" He thought in rage while he dropped his knuckles down, red stains dripping into the cold tiles below, where it mingled with the running water and slipping into the drains.
...
The following days afterwards, Tom started drinking a dreamless sleep potion every night to prevent himself from having dreams of that sort again. He had also decided to start with his first experimental torture with the mudblood - a method which gave him the time to recover from that revolting dream before he could face her.
So the next day Tom had started with the first torture method that came to his mind…
STARVATION and DEHYDRATION.

Author's Note: Anyway, I hope you like this chapter…Hopefully, you find the smutt scene fine, although I'm still getting a hang of writing it. Sometime in the future, I plan to write plotless smut that involves Hermione doing a foursome (?) with Tom Riddle Jr., Draco and Lucius Malfoy. LOL. Hopefully someone reads that one when it comes out. I want to know what you think of the smut because I do plan to have a lot of smut scenes in this story, and not all of them are vanilla. I do plan to do some experimentation with writing it…which involves a lot of edge play (a new term that I learned after researching BDSM stuff in the internet.)..I also learn interesting things like blood play, knife play, fire, wax and even ice play…which will perhaps come out in this story…along with some Bondage scenes. So, who wants Tom getting tied? Anyone? *wink* *wink*...nyahaha…I feel like I might went overboard with the description….So, please tell me what you think… Hopefully it didn't turn off anyone…
Moreover, I'm using British English spelling when writing this story, so you will notice the difference in spelling. Like for example pajamas (US spelling) is written as pyjamas in British English, also the favourite, dishevelled, favour, moulded, travelling are written in British English spellings.
TRANSLATIONS: (English to Latin)
(AN: Translations are not accurate since I got it from google translate)
1. Clavo (Nail) Aufero (Remover) Curse
2. Digitus (finger) Occillo (break) Curse
3. Suspendisse Cursus Velit (Dunk)
4. Cutis (skin) Flagello (whip) Curse
5. Dente (tooth) Extraho (extraction) Curse
6. Cutis (skin) Cauterio (brand) Hex
7. Lux (light) Caecitudo (blindness) Hex
8. Percutio (hit) Pressus (pressure) Curse
9. Caesus (cut) Curse - Cutting
10. Valide (powerful) Strepitus (noise) Hex
11. Impetus (force) Sagino (feed) Curse
12. Infervesco (heat) Curse
13. Pedis (foot) Flagello (whip) Hex
14. Strappado Curse
15. Asphyxia Curse
16. Frigus (cold) Hex
17. Exterreri Solebat (Nightmare) Curse

18. Sexus (sex) Subduco (deprive) Curse
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