siniestramalfoy @ 2011-02-12T04: 46:00
IN HIATUS AGAIN: D
That going on holiday again xD
Now go north for two weeks. During the first San Pedro de Atacama (geysers, sand, foreign 1313, Moon Valley and Death, etc, etc) and then to Copiapo and Caldera (probably: P)
So it should be back on 26-27 February.
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Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Kitchenaid Blender Wrench
One shot: Medallion (Tom Riddle / Draco)
Title: Medallion
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Tom Riddle (Voldemort) / Draco Malfoy
Rating: R
Genre: Drama, slight angst.
Words: 3600 ~
Warnings: hints of non-con, blood-play, breath-play, violence.
Summary: Draco believes that nothing can be worse than having the pressure of constantly voldemort. His new mission can draw from his error.
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Maijo thanks linda! Any errors remain my sole responsibility.
LoA: This fic is a response to the challenge of loredi free to challenge my bottom! Draco odd couples. I know I have a million more, but slowly I will meet uu Would you like Lore! and if not, any claim in the comments xD I know I did porn, but I was not sure whether it would accept a non-contact: /
A hard knock on the door echoed all along the small cabin, doing the only person in inhaled sharply, pushing the thin rod in his fist, trying to overcome a fear of beating in his veins, pulsing against her temples.
nobody was supposed to know the place where he had been hiding for two days, or indeed, where Severus had hidden " until after the disorder's death Dumbledore "as he said the magician.
Closing his eyes tightly, thinking of the deceased barred Director of Hogwarts, inevitable feeling tremors shaking his body to remember how the old man had told him to switch sides, before everything is slip through your fingers when his godfather averted the killing curse. He could have left everything in the hands of the holy Order, could have taken his mother and flee the country.
could ... His whole life was full of could s.
A new blow against the door, almost as if they wanted it down, made him flinch. Holding his wand harder, fearing break it, came to the door, watching from behind a curtain in a dirty Pequena window, hoping the person behind the door did not realize that watching him.
With a sigh of relief, saw that it was Severus, bowing to open the door, regretting in the second, it opened completely. Severus had not beaten recalled, before a spell that will impact the full, making everything will be erased.
~. ~
pasty mouth and could feel his head parecíaa explode at any second, I felt the throbbing pain, radiating throughout your body. He could not move his arms tied with rope behind his back, and legs were numb to stay so much time kneeling against a wall.
"Until you wake up," came a voice from the left.
looking up, squinting his eyes aching with the light there, he saw one of the many Death Eaters who had begun to fill his house, sitting near a fireplace, watching him with something approaching anger and compassion, making a strange stomach cramps would. If a Death Eater felt sorry for him ... Merlin, I did not not imagine what would happen to him.
Thanks to light the fire in the fireplace, could tell who was in a room in the dungeons of the house, those in which the elves did not venture, and where every surface was covered dirt and dust, grim and dark patches marking the stones.
-The Dark Lord wants to see ... is furious that you have hidden from him, "added the man, taking it closer to Ely hard to let up, disappearing strings and dragging him from one arm to notice that his knees gave way under its own weight.
~. ~
-Draco Malfoy-the sibilant voice of Lord Voldemort managed to put its entire chicken skin, feeling as if a bucket of icy water had been turned on its head without notice.
"My Lord" he whispered, closing his eyes for fear as he bowed his head, avoiding looking at those red eyes, elongated pursued their dreams every night and that he threatened to kill his family.
-Me realize I had to go fetch for you to tell me what happened in the invasion of Hogwarts, Voldemort's voice was cold, giving the impression that just by their words could cause the temperature of the room fell even further if possible. I'm so disappointed that you have not been able to kill Dumbledore, "he hissed, starting to make these noises from deep within her throat as she called Nagini, making painfully dry mouth and fear gripped his chest feel the snake rubbing its edge tunic, clucking around her ankles, almost as if he could feel, smell , fear that emanated from her skin. I guess I can be condescending, considering that after all the old dead is said, a smile hovering on his thin cruel lips, stroking Nagini's head as he plays with a small Kneazle-and as Snape and the Carrows, it was you alone who cornered Dumbledore said, letting out a whistle of appreciation before you start talking to the snake again, allowing encircle his neck, letting his little head triangular face him directly, knowing that every drop of sweat screaming panic I felt.
"Yes, sir," replied, bowing his head slightly, noticing how the fabric of his shirt clung to his damp skin, wanting to escape from that place and not have to do your Lord and Nagini before him.
"Well, Draco," Voldemort whispered, squinting. Now that Dumbledore died, but not your hands, I want to fulfill another mission for me to prove your loyalty "to see the corner of my eye and waved his wand for a moment, could not help shrugging gesture in place that got away, fearful that it will impact a curse. Oh, no, "laughed Voldemort humorless, cold laughter rang loudly against the stone walls, making angry hisses Nagini before re-lay your head on the shoulder of his master. I want to go to the home of the Black and seek any information about an object like this, "he said, pointing the image of a gold medallion with the "S" that characterized both his house at Hogwarts. I guess I can give you a reward if you find out something useful or if you find the very medallion he hissed, his red eyes glowing with cruelty.
"Thank you, my Lord," he said hastily, bowing, feeling something close to relief that her family did not have to pay for his mistake, by their weakness, comprising more than ever the words his mother when he said he did not take the mark for the mistakes of his father. Now understood that when Lucius out of Azkaban, repent having allowed her son to be transformed into a Death Eater.
"Not so fast, boy," said Voldemort, dragging each word slowly, making her heart beat quick at knowing what awaited him. I do not think you can go so easily ... after all, not you were able to carry out my orders, and do not want the rest of my Death Eaters think they can commit to something and not comply, "he whispered, giving his voice a factly, like a father to Teach your child why she should not run inside the house, making every hair on his neck stood on end, preparing for what knew would come. Crucio .
~. ~
A feeling of unease through him when he appeared before the house, or where it was supposed to be home. As her mother had explained, the mansion was under a spell Black Fidelio that no longer served the dying who had raised, but kept the house invisible to those who had not previously known where he was. It had been only three days after Dumbledore's death and the funeral was taking place at that same moment as he tried to get into that damn house. I could not help regret threaded into your stomach, like a snake about to release all their venom. According to his mother, the only way, given that Snape could not bring, was that the house elf will take you up inside.
-Kreacher She called, feeling his voice shaking slightly. It was ridiculous, not even know if the elf would be able to hear or much less obey. Kreacher, Draco Malfoy Black orders you to show up. now.
With a start, looked at the figure appeared before him, wrinkled, with long ears, he could hardly resemblance to an elf. A wave of revulsion through him, feeling a visceral disgust at the creature before him.
-Aparéceme indoors should rightfully be mine, "he hissed, narrowing his eyes, feeling her throat gagging up realizing that it would touch it to bring it up inside. To see him shaking his ears, muttering about who ruled as befitted sangrepura did nothing to improve their situation.
A sharp tug on your belly and a choking feeling much larger than the first time that it appeared suddenly oppressed. It was almost as if his bones were on the verge of collapse and every part of his body was passed through a fine strainer, disintegrating slowly and painfully.
When he finally felt his feet touch down, a groan escaped his lips, feeling her knees were trembling and nausea assailed him.
-wimp, blood is not what it was before Walburga Ama ... if he had lived to see this disgrace Kreacher muttered, making a blush spread rapidly down her cheeks.
hissed "Shut up, wanting to curse. Breathing deeply, to feel that their lungs became to expand, counted to ten, knowing he could not harm the creature. It was his only way out of place without triggering the traps that Snape had told him at the entrance. I knew he felt guilty enough for the death of the director as to trigger against him but he would not have been the one who killed Dumbledore.
straightened, he saw the small kitchen where the elf had appeared. Grease stains marked the role of the walls and small pots hanging from a shelf. Everything was dusty, as if for weeks no one had stepped on the scene. Suppressing a shiver, he started walking in search of the bedroom of Regulus Black, who, according to his mother and Bellatrix screaming rabid was the last person who had been in contact with the medal n.
~. ~
had traveled almost all over the house, searching every corner possible, at least a trace or hint that will serve to bring the Lord if you do not find the medal , n. I felt tears of despair in his eyes burn, all the impotence of the moment in your chest swell, making breathing difficult. Did not want to suffer Cruciatus it was too stand once in a day ... twice would be excessive, especially if it was at the hands of the Lord.
Rubbing the eyes with the palms of their hands, sighed, watching the small closet where the elf supposed to sleep. Was the only place he needed, and considering the insane the animal was, it was quite possible that he had hidden there. Approaching
, bowed to open the door, drowning the arcade to see inside the place. Do not hesitate to stay the entire life locked up in a place like this would have gone mad at the elf, and his aunt Bellatrix. Waving his wand a few times, wiped out most of the dirt, knowing that a Accio would not work in the locket.
"Merlin whispered before putting your hands in the pile of small family objects hidden for years in the corner of Kreacher. Oh, damn, "he hissed, narrowing his eyes and quickly catching up, watching the deep cut on his palm in the light of the room, bleeding profusely. Muttering a episkey , closed most of the wound enough to keep from bleeding too much. Would bend again when she saw him. The Lord cursed medallion was in the far corner.
carefully Leaning over things, grabbed chain with the bloody hand, pulling hard, feeling a profound relief to learn he had been able to meet the Lord stupid mission to retrieve a piece of cheap jewelry. It should not be punished. Neither he nor his mother.
Releasing a shaky breath, he pulled the medallion on his chest, inwardly thanking all the great magicians who might think, closing his eyes tightly, noting that even if they wanted to shed tears of consolation slowly down her dusty cheeks. Not going to torture.
"Well, go. But he is a Malfoy hissed a voice behind him, making it completely tense, not knowing at what point someone may have entered the mansion to be none sense. That blonde hair is so characteristic of you, "he continued, standing with his back and breathing on her ear, her fingers brushing the tuft on his neck.
could not move, fear gripped his muscles while the stranger was dedicated just to be behind him.
- Are you ... are of the Order? Whispered, locking on the words, feeling that only break the silence of the place a curse would fall on his head.
The slight laugh of the man made all the hairs on his neck was put on end, going through a painful shiver your spine when you hear the coldness in her voice. He could not roll over, though his body was screaming to run.
"Of course not, silly boy replied, pulling hard on the hair, to make had to bend your neck and rest your head on your shoulder. Quite the contrary, breathed on her ear, licking the skin, looking for you taste your fear. Like a snake.
-Su "Let me go," he stammered, choking back a sob as he felt the teeth to hold on his neck, biting for the simple pleasure of the damage it caused.
- How do you release? -The hiss of man was hidden under the sound of his body hitting the wall against which it launched. Although it does, I think you can never really get away from me, "he said, pointing a finger long white arm he was carrying the Dark Mark. You have my mark, "he added while a grim smile fríay filled his mouth.
- Who is it? He asked, even though did not really want to know the answer, pressing against the wall in a desperate attempt to disappear into it, looking intently at the man before him. He was tall, and his face was pale, bordering on the gray ash that he had, with dark hair and eyes complete the picture of beauty that was once there, before you start emaciated.
"I am the greatest magician in history," he hissed, those deep eyes, flashing red with anger.
If he had any doubt about who stood before him, had lost to see and hear the latest. I could not understand how he could possibly happen, should not this happen . Had she decided to come to see if there was the damn shrine? But it could not well, would probably house over them, triggering all the traps that may exist, and the magician before him did not look at anything like the Lord, but CHARITY to that he was .
"My Lord," she murmured, kneeling, swallowing pride confusióny while leaving exposed his neck in a sign of submission.
-A Death Eater who knows his place, "he hissed, advancing to be by her side, hovering over him, his shadow as oppressive as himself. Sliding your fingers between the blond locks, thumb buried his pale cheeks, smiling cruelly notes that filled the blush. I have always believed that Malfoy look good on your knees. I guess your father Lucius is, right?
"Yes, sir," replied he felt the pull on your hair to be delayed for more than, clinging his palm the shrine, burying him hard on the wound in his hand as he felt the shame consumption. Does your father ...?
"Of course ... that air of greatness they have, although the two look the same when you are kneeling. Are you so eager for power as your father? -Before she could answer, the Lord continued, saving him from saying something he did not want. I can already imagine that virtually runs in their eagerness sangrepura hissed mocking pulling the hand that held the medallion, to bury one of her long fingers into the wound, opening painfully as he removed the locket, threw it on a small coffee table.
The cry of grief which struggled to leave his throat was silenced as the cold, hard lips of the Lord were pressed against hers, instilling in their blood as coolly as managed the Dementors who had begun to haunt the mansion, the feeling of ice on his body stronger than ever.
"Sir," gasped
against the thin lips, letting out a sob as he felt teeth digging into his mouth, squeezing until you notice the metallic taste invading. Wanted to push and run, but those long, cold hands were holding, preventing any movement.
-Small Death Eater Malfoy laughed, taking a step back, dropping suddenly on the ground, burning his hand to strike the uneven ground. Looking up to hear the cruel words, he managed to lick the blood easy viewing of the fingers and lips, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shine maniac ... making it look alive . And if it was scary in itself, did not know what would.
"Sir, please ..." he muttered, trying to back discreetly.
- What fun is it if we try to escape? He asked the air, moving to hold her by the hair, pulling hard on the locks, forcing him to get up if I wanted lose the roots, making the jump tears from their eyes, the pain filling his thoughts. Letting a moan escape his lips, tried to be as small as possible on the chair in which he threw, wishing he could disappear from the site. Reach the shrine and run stupid. Stop thinking about it, I could not interrupted his thoughts the man behind him, pressing a knee into his back, burying him on the couch even moldy.
The only thing I felt was despair. Desesperacióny pain.
whining, he noticed his hands like claws buried in his shoulders, turning and pulling hard robes, listening to the fabric tearing and yielding when they came so easy, some key NDOS on her pale skin, scratching everything in its path, seeking to cause maximum damage.
"No, no, no, no," he moaned, writhing body beneath him captured, humiliated and wounded.
"Steady" hissed Voldemort, angry red eyes while his hand through it pulled his hair, perfectly hearing some vertebrae crack.
Looking terrified, panting, shivering involuntarily, feeling every part that had been touched by the devil on it, every hair bristling at the touch of magic so dark. If not for the terror he felt in those red eyes, he was sure the feeling clouding his head would be completely different.
-O Malfoy small, so you like black magic, "whispered Voldemort, his cruel smile spoiling his features even more as his fingers were buried on his neck, squeezing tightly and prevented him from breathing freely- . All your desires are so obvious, "he added, dropping it and laughing to see the red face gasping for some air.
new subject, still smiling squeezed, releasing one of his hands, allowing her fingers brushed his lips blue, breaking the crust that had formed, causing blood to drip into his open mouth, and the body of the blond beneath him even more agitated. Sitting on his chest, perfectly observed purple tone began to fill the gray skin, followed by one of his nails protruding veins in the chest in front of him, tearing the skin on, enjoying the strong metallic smell began to fill the room.
"Now be my pet," murmured Lord Voldemort, bending over licking their lips Ely, nibbling again, wanting more of that young blood. Whether I, or my present self, you can not leave me. Separating
, saw him close his eyes, trying to fill their lungs with air, completely defeated, his body limp beneath him. Removing the rest of the clothes, turned, ready to enjoy that slim body available.
Eater Nothing better than a broken and hopeless to its mandate.
~. ~
slowly entering the room, I knew I was shaking and limping, and bloodied and torn robes called the attention of the few Death Eaters gathered around the Lord, but I could not avoid. Anyway, the amount of black magic that filled it and covered it was enough to make others feel and avoid the empty look I had.
-Small Death Eater Malfoy hissed Voldemort, by standing and looking intently at the blonde, as if there was anything more interesting at the moment, enjoying the shudder that ran through the hear the same words as another Lord whispered to him.
"Here's what I asked, my Lord," he murmured, dropping to his knees before him, extending slightly broken hand that gripped the locket, letting out a groan when she noticed a hand perched on his head, holding her tresses with care, feeling the same oppression that when the other Lord touched him.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, I think we have much to talk about, right? He asked, digging nails his neck, the same skin sensitive and painful early.
"Yes, sir. End
Title: Medallion
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Tom Riddle (Voldemort) / Draco Malfoy
Rating: R
Genre: Drama, slight angst.
Words: 3600 ~
Warnings: hints of non-con, blood-play, breath-play, violence.
Summary: Draco believes that nothing can be worse than having the pressure of constantly voldemort. His new mission can draw from his error.
Beta:
Maijo thanks linda! Any errors remain my sole responsibility. LoA: This fic is a response to the challenge of
loredi free to challenge my bottom! Draco odd couples. I know I have a million more, but slowly I will meet uu Would you like Lore! and if not, any claim in the comments xD I know I did porn, but I was not sure whether it would accept a non-contact: / A hard knock on the door echoed all along the small cabin, doing the only person in inhaled sharply, pushing the thin rod in his fist, trying to overcome a fear of beating in his veins, pulsing against her temples.
nobody was supposed to know the place where he had been hiding for two days, or indeed, where Severus had hidden " until after the disorder's death Dumbledore "as he said the magician.
Closing his eyes tightly, thinking of the deceased barred Director of Hogwarts, inevitable feeling tremors shaking his body to remember how the old man had told him to switch sides, before everything is slip through your fingers when his godfather averted the killing curse. He could have left everything in the hands of the holy Order, could have taken his mother and flee the country.
could ... His whole life was full of could s.
A new blow against the door, almost as if they wanted it down, made him flinch. Holding his wand harder, fearing break it, came to the door, watching from behind a curtain in a dirty Pequena window, hoping the person behind the door did not realize that watching him.
With a sigh of relief, saw that it was Severus, bowing to open the door, regretting in the second, it opened completely. Severus had not beaten recalled, before a spell that will impact the full, making everything will be erased.
~. ~
"Until you wake up," came a voice from the left.
looking up, squinting his eyes aching with the light there, he saw one of the many Death Eaters who had begun to fill his house, sitting near a fireplace, watching him with something approaching anger and compassion, making a strange stomach cramps would. If a Death Eater felt sorry for him ... Merlin, I did not not imagine what would happen to him.
Thanks to light the fire in the fireplace, could tell who was in a room in the dungeons of the house, those in which the elves did not venture, and where every surface was covered dirt and dust, grim and dark patches marking the stones.
-The Dark Lord wants to see ... is furious that you have hidden from him, "added the man, taking it closer to Ely hard to let up, disappearing strings and dragging him from one arm to notice that his knees gave way under its own weight.
~. ~
"My Lord" he whispered, closing his eyes for fear as he bowed his head, avoiding looking at those red eyes, elongated pursued their dreams every night and that he threatened to kill his family.
-Me realize I had to go fetch for you to tell me what happened in the invasion of Hogwarts, Voldemort's voice was cold, giving the impression that just by their words could cause the temperature of the room fell even further if possible. I'm so disappointed that you have not been able to kill Dumbledore, "he hissed, starting to make these noises from deep within her throat as she called Nagini, making painfully dry mouth and fear gripped his chest feel the snake rubbing its edge tunic, clucking around her ankles, almost as if he could feel, smell , fear that emanated from her skin. I guess I can be condescending, considering that after all the old dead is said, a smile hovering on his thin cruel lips, stroking Nagini's head as he plays with a small Kneazle-and as Snape and the Carrows, it was you alone who cornered Dumbledore said, letting out a whistle of appreciation before you start talking to the snake again, allowing encircle his neck, letting his little head triangular face him directly, knowing that every drop of sweat screaming panic I felt.
"Yes, sir," replied, bowing his head slightly, noticing how the fabric of his shirt clung to his damp skin, wanting to escape from that place and not have to do your Lord and Nagini before him.
"Well, Draco," Voldemort whispered, squinting. Now that Dumbledore died, but not your hands, I want to fulfill another mission for me to prove your loyalty "to see the corner of my eye and waved his wand for a moment, could not help shrugging gesture in place that got away, fearful that it will impact a curse. Oh, no, "laughed Voldemort humorless, cold laughter rang loudly against the stone walls, making angry hisses Nagini before re-lay your head on the shoulder of his master. I want to go to the home of the Black and seek any information about an object like this, "he said, pointing the image of a gold medallion with the "S" that characterized both his house at Hogwarts. I guess I can give you a reward if you find out something useful or if you find the very medallion he hissed, his red eyes glowing with cruelty.
"Thank you, my Lord," he said hastily, bowing, feeling something close to relief that her family did not have to pay for his mistake, by their weakness, comprising more than ever the words his mother when he said he did not take the mark for the mistakes of his father. Now understood that when Lucius out of Azkaban, repent having allowed her son to be transformed into a Death Eater.
"Not so fast, boy," said Voldemort, dragging each word slowly, making her heart beat quick at knowing what awaited him. I do not think you can go so easily ... after all, not you were able to carry out my orders, and do not want the rest of my Death Eaters think they can commit to something and not comply, "he whispered, giving his voice a factly, like a father to Teach your child why she should not run inside the house, making every hair on his neck stood on end, preparing for what knew would come. Crucio .
~. ~
-Kreacher She called, feeling his voice shaking slightly. It was ridiculous, not even know if the elf would be able to hear or much less obey. Kreacher, Draco Malfoy Black orders you to show up. now.
With a start, looked at the figure appeared before him, wrinkled, with long ears, he could hardly resemblance to an elf. A wave of revulsion through him, feeling a visceral disgust at the creature before him.
-Aparéceme indoors should rightfully be mine, "he hissed, narrowing his eyes, feeling her throat gagging up realizing that it would touch it to bring it up inside. To see him shaking his ears, muttering about who ruled as befitted sangrepura did nothing to improve their situation.
A sharp tug on your belly and a choking feeling much larger than the first time that it appeared suddenly oppressed. It was almost as if his bones were on the verge of collapse and every part of his body was passed through a fine strainer, disintegrating slowly and painfully.
When he finally felt his feet touch down, a groan escaped his lips, feeling her knees were trembling and nausea assailed him.
-wimp, blood is not what it was before Walburga Ama ... if he had lived to see this disgrace Kreacher muttered, making a blush spread rapidly down her cheeks.
hissed "Shut up, wanting to curse. Breathing deeply, to feel that their lungs became to expand, counted to ten, knowing he could not harm the creature. It was his only way out of place without triggering the traps that Snape had told him at the entrance. I knew he felt guilty enough for the death of the director as to trigger against him but he would not have been the one who killed Dumbledore.
straightened, he saw the small kitchen where the elf had appeared. Grease stains marked the role of the walls and small pots hanging from a shelf. Everything was dusty, as if for weeks no one had stepped on the scene. Suppressing a shiver, he started walking in search of the bedroom of Regulus Black, who, according to his mother and Bellatrix screaming rabid was the last person who had been in contact with the medal n.
~. ~
Rubbing the eyes with the palms of their hands, sighed, watching the small closet where the elf supposed to sleep. Was the only place he needed, and considering the insane the animal was, it was quite possible that he had hidden there. Approaching
, bowed to open the door, drowning the arcade to see inside the place. Do not hesitate to stay the entire life locked up in a place like this would have gone mad at the elf, and his aunt Bellatrix. Waving his wand a few times, wiped out most of the dirt, knowing that a Accio would not work in the locket.
"Merlin whispered before putting your hands in the pile of small family objects hidden for years in the corner of Kreacher. Oh, damn, "he hissed, narrowing his eyes and quickly catching up, watching the deep cut on his palm in the light of the room, bleeding profusely. Muttering a episkey , closed most of the wound enough to keep from bleeding too much. Would bend again when she saw him. The Lord cursed medallion was in the far corner.
carefully Leaning over things, grabbed chain with the bloody hand, pulling hard, feeling a profound relief to learn he had been able to meet the Lord stupid mission to retrieve a piece of cheap jewelry. It should not be punished. Neither he nor his mother.
Releasing a shaky breath, he pulled the medallion on his chest, inwardly thanking all the great magicians who might think, closing his eyes tightly, noting that even if they wanted to shed tears of consolation slowly down her dusty cheeks. Not going to torture.
"Well, go. But he is a Malfoy hissed a voice behind him, making it completely tense, not knowing at what point someone may have entered the mansion to be none sense. That blonde hair is so characteristic of you, "he continued, standing with his back and breathing on her ear, her fingers brushing the tuft on his neck.
could not move, fear gripped his muscles while the stranger was dedicated just to be behind him.
- Are you ... are of the Order? Whispered, locking on the words, feeling that only break the silence of the place a curse would fall on his head.
The slight laugh of the man made all the hairs on his neck was put on end, going through a painful shiver your spine when you hear the coldness in her voice. He could not roll over, though his body was screaming to run.
"Of course not, silly boy replied, pulling hard on the hair, to make had to bend your neck and rest your head on your shoulder. Quite the contrary, breathed on her ear, licking the skin, looking for you taste your fear. Like a snake.
-Su "Let me go," he stammered, choking back a sob as he felt the teeth to hold on his neck, biting for the simple pleasure of the damage it caused.
- How do you release? -The hiss of man was hidden under the sound of his body hitting the wall against which it launched. Although it does, I think you can never really get away from me, "he said, pointing a finger long white arm he was carrying the Dark Mark. You have my mark, "he added while a grim smile fríay filled his mouth.
- Who is it? He asked, even though did not really want to know the answer, pressing against the wall in a desperate attempt to disappear into it, looking intently at the man before him. He was tall, and his face was pale, bordering on the gray ash that he had, with dark hair and eyes complete the picture of beauty that was once there, before you start emaciated.
"I am the greatest magician in history," he hissed, those deep eyes, flashing red with anger.
If he had any doubt about who stood before him, had lost to see and hear the latest. I could not understand how he could possibly happen, should not this happen . Had she decided to come to see if there was the damn shrine? But it could not well, would probably house over them, triggering all the traps that may exist, and the magician before him did not look at anything like the Lord, but CHARITY to that he was .
"My Lord," she murmured, kneeling, swallowing pride confusióny while leaving exposed his neck in a sign of submission.
-A Death Eater who knows his place, "he hissed, advancing to be by her side, hovering over him, his shadow as oppressive as himself. Sliding your fingers between the blond locks, thumb buried his pale cheeks, smiling cruelly notes that filled the blush. I have always believed that Malfoy look good on your knees. I guess your father Lucius is, right?
"Yes, sir," replied he felt the pull on your hair to be delayed for more than, clinging his palm the shrine, burying him hard on the wound in his hand as he felt the shame consumption. Does your father ...?
"Of course ... that air of greatness they have, although the two look the same when you are kneeling. Are you so eager for power as your father? -Before she could answer, the Lord continued, saving him from saying something he did not want. I can already imagine that virtually runs in their eagerness sangrepura hissed mocking pulling the hand that held the medallion, to bury one of her long fingers into the wound, opening painfully as he removed the locket, threw it on a small coffee table.
The cry of grief which struggled to leave his throat was silenced as the cold, hard lips of the Lord were pressed against hers, instilling in their blood as coolly as managed the Dementors who had begun to haunt the mansion, the feeling of ice on his body stronger than ever.
"Sir," gasped
against the thin lips, letting out a sob as he felt teeth digging into his mouth, squeezing until you notice the metallic taste invading. Wanted to push and run, but those long, cold hands were holding, preventing any movement.
-Small Death Eater Malfoy laughed, taking a step back, dropping suddenly on the ground, burning his hand to strike the uneven ground. Looking up to hear the cruel words, he managed to lick the blood easy viewing of the fingers and lips, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shine maniac ... making it look alive . And if it was scary in itself, did not know what would.
"Sir, please ..." he muttered, trying to back discreetly.
- What fun is it if we try to escape? He asked the air, moving to hold her by the hair, pulling hard on the locks, forcing him to get up if I wanted lose the roots, making the jump tears from their eyes, the pain filling his thoughts. Letting a moan escape his lips, tried to be as small as possible on the chair in which he threw, wishing he could disappear from the site. Reach the shrine and run stupid. Stop thinking about it, I could not interrupted his thoughts the man behind him, pressing a knee into his back, burying him on the couch even moldy.
The only thing I felt was despair. Desesperacióny pain.
whining, he noticed his hands like claws buried in his shoulders, turning and pulling hard robes, listening to the fabric tearing and yielding when they came so easy, some key NDOS on her pale skin, scratching everything in its path, seeking to cause maximum damage.
"No, no, no, no," he moaned, writhing body beneath him captured, humiliated and wounded.
"Steady" hissed Voldemort, angry red eyes while his hand through it pulled his hair, perfectly hearing some vertebrae crack.
Looking terrified, panting, shivering involuntarily, feeling every part that had been touched by the devil on it, every hair bristling at the touch of magic so dark. If not for the terror he felt in those red eyes, he was sure the feeling clouding his head would be completely different.
-O Malfoy small, so you like black magic, "whispered Voldemort, his cruel smile spoiling his features even more as his fingers were buried on his neck, squeezing tightly and prevented him from breathing freely- . All your desires are so obvious, "he added, dropping it and laughing to see the red face gasping for some air.
new subject, still smiling squeezed, releasing one of his hands, allowing her fingers brushed his lips blue, breaking the crust that had formed, causing blood to drip into his open mouth, and the body of the blond beneath him even more agitated. Sitting on his chest, perfectly observed purple tone began to fill the gray skin, followed by one of his nails protruding veins in the chest in front of him, tearing the skin on, enjoying the strong metallic smell began to fill the room.
"Now be my pet," murmured Lord Voldemort, bending over licking their lips Ely, nibbling again, wanting more of that young blood. Whether I, or my present self, you can not leave me. Separating
, saw him close his eyes, trying to fill their lungs with air, completely defeated, his body limp beneath him. Removing the rest of the clothes, turned, ready to enjoy that slim body available.
Eater Nothing better than a broken and hopeless to its mandate.
~. ~
-Small Death Eater Malfoy hissed Voldemort, by standing and looking intently at the blonde, as if there was anything more interesting at the moment, enjoying the shudder that ran through the hear the same words as another Lord whispered to him.
"Here's what I asked, my Lord," he murmured, dropping to his knees before him, extending slightly broken hand that gripped the locket, letting out a groan when she noticed a hand perched on his head, holding her tresses with care, feeling the same oppression that when the other Lord touched him.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, I think we have much to talk about, right? He asked, digging nails his neck, the same skin sensitive and painful early.
"Yes, sir. End
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