His Glowing Reputation

Sheherazade: Thanks for saying I have Voldemort exactly as he should be that means a lot to me. Someone on fanfiction.net said I exaggerate Riddle’s evil, which I don’t think is true.


The black flamed candles illuminated the depths of the valley in the secret passage. Celeste Lovegood, immobilized by sheer fear was trapped by the boy Voldemort on top of her. Somehow, he looked even more sexually aroused than he had had previously.

As if a signal, Tom Riddle snapped his fingers. Instantly a roaring red fire engulfed them. The flames were nearly scorching the skin, so close to Celeste’s body, yet it did nothing to discomfit Riddle.

Quite the contrary from discomfitting him, an entranced red gleam filled his handsome, onyx-like irises. His pale skin glowed pearly-white from the heat of the flames and the full lips all but disappeared as he smiled almost bestially, nostrils flaring. There could be no doubt that fire quenched Lord Voldemort’s desires.

“Are you going to fuck me or not, Riddle?!,” she demanded.

To Celeste it was like that challenge had come out of someone else’s mouth, as she was now so terrified she could no longer be totally present. It was as if it was fast becoming a dream, or in other words a nightmare.

“Of course, I shall fuck you pure-blood waste…Past point of endurance, so shall it be” he concluded silkily, as an ominous warning.

His wand shot upward and over Riddle’s left shoulder was conjured a venomous green python.

Riddle seemed to have complete lack of fear, despite a snake towering over him from behind.

“Descend and coil” whispered the voice of Tom Riddle in parseltongue.

Several seconds later, the snake that was about six feet long, had maneuvered itself without touching the encompassing fire. Out of curiosity, the snake whipped around the corner to see it’s master. Celeste wanted to scream, but would not, understanding how that would place her in even greater peril.

He purred in a silky tone, “Wrap around it’s middle.”

Celeste felt the heavy, smooth masss of the python slide over her and it started entwining her torso.

“No” she gasped.

“Yess…,” retaliated Riddle to the unknown, foreign language to Celeste. “Hold her…Hold her.”

It continued to wrap itself up through her breasts, until the serpentine head lay quiescent at the base of her neck, at any moment it could strike to kill.

She felt something else slide over her, powerful muscular. It was Tom Riddle, ravenous in the consumption of her insides. He fucked with a ferocious fervor, unrelenting.

Celeste could feel the air being squeezed out of the lungs. She could no longer be afforded the luxury of crying out in pain. It was like a silencio charm was on her, so unusually powerful she could barely take a breath.

He continued to writhe, moving in and out at an alarming pace, so that it wracked her flesh. Celeste considered herself contaminated scum with a priminitve animal forcing her into submission, but satisfying Riddle through absolute control.

All too soon, Riddle’s dark eyes were gazing into Celeste’s blue ones, his hands gripping so hard all she could feel was her skull.

Distorted images were becoming clearer in her mind’s eye.

Appearing against her will was a vision she could never have imagined or seen before. Obviously, the external force invading her mind was doing it. There was blood drizzling and oozing down a river.

Celeste could not react to her worst phobia by screaming. Riddle savored, listening rapt to her internal screams. The howling in her mind was like an entertaining concert, music to the boy Voldemort’s ears.

She saw bodies floating into the water…bodies that were friends and family.

Oh, how she needed to scream! Yet all she could do was listen to high-pitched, cold laughter build up to a shrill, insane proportion.

She saw another image of her friends and family lined up before the bloody river bound by ropes, about to be executed. Not in the normal wizarding fashion through Avada Kedavra. Rather the bodies were hacked off by other faceless wizard’s wands. They lay defeated on the ground, dismembered. Her mother, without eyes or nose, and finally the whole head being severed off. Then all Celeste’s friends getting a similar treatment, until they were finished. Left to roll like logs, until they rotted down the churning river.

It was to a point where it was becoming reality to Celeste and she had to believe that what she was observing was true.

A voice from outside instructed, “This is punishment for your betrayal…Unfortunately, we have not the time to watch as they slowly drowned…because of you.”

Celeste then saw herself in the reflection of the river, whole and alive. But seconds later, she thought her organs were being attacked senseless by a creature. The urge to scream and knowing it was impossible was torture enough. But then, she was skidding down the bank of the river to join her dead companions.

After several moments, Celeste wanted to beg for death but she found she could still sustain herself, could still fight. She did not know what gave her this strength.It was a tiny voice that that Riddle could not detect. Maybe it was her conscience, telling her she would survive, but still he was tearing her mind apart, and soon he might unhinge it completely.

She was driven to madness, the agony excruciating. Riddle was just about finished extracting the last drop. With a zealous drive to kill Celeste, whilst still sliding in and out of her bruised sex, he let go issuing a piercing scream.

Voldemort had had orgasm, enjoying the entire process leading up to it immensely.

Panting and leering at his victim below, Riddle waved his wand like a baton. Celeste was lifted eerily into the air like a puppet hoisted by the ankles. She was strangely bound by nothing but magic.

The snake coiled itself gradually from midriff, chest and torso. It moved over to where Riddle now stood with Celeste beside him, hanging upside down.

As part of the python climbed to rest on Riddle’s shoulders, he directed his wand to twirl Celeste. She spun, gaining momentum until it knocked her unconscious.

He ended the rotating of her thin frame. With long fingers, he caressed down her spine, grazing down to her buttocks. He turned the inert body round, and plunged his cock into her anus.

For a couple of minutes, he tore at her insides from the back, whilst simultaneously holding her feet that stuck out in front of his handsome face. He massaged them, even sucked the toes, and smelled them for a brief interlude. Clearly, Tom Riddle had some sort of foot fetish.

Once he was done humping, he dropped her down, the head impacting the dirt, where later she would find a big, temporary bump on the crown of her head near the hair clip she had placed in specially for the evening.

“Epera Evanesca,” Riddle whispered aloud, and the snake vanished into the fire and the fire disappeared along with it.

Beside the still unconscious Celeste, Riddle focused his mind on precisely what he was about to cast: “obliviate.”

A blue light shot forth and through Celeste’s brain. He had wiped her memory of the whole incident.

Tom Riddle, vowed silently to himself how nobody could ever brag about shagging Tom Riddle, or Lord Voldemort, and nobody at Hogwarts ever did.