Parasite

WARNING: This chapter contains, violence, non-con, and some good old fashioned rough sex, let\'s face it folks, Tom Riddle does not \"make love\", you\'ve been warned, enjoy!

Author\'s Note: Thanks for the support, I know I\'ve been slow on this chapter but this summer has been pretty hectic with work and getting ready to head off to school, (and reading HBP!)-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Zara walked into the library and rolled her eyes as she saw other students quickly turning to whisper to their friends. She found a secluded corner near the Restricted Section and set down her books.
\"I always did like charms myself...\" she jumped a little and looked up to find dark eyes gleaming at her from over her charms textbook. After getting her composure back she replied
\"I guess you aren\'t afraid that I\'m going to \'accidentally kill you\'?\" Riddle gave a small, deep throated laugh
\"You musn\'t pay attention to them, the only ones that waste their time with useless gossip are those that are too unworthy to have a life of their own to talk about.\" She gave a half nod and shrugged her shoulders
\"Well I guess there must be a lot of people without a life of their own here, you are the only student that has actually addressed me...\" Tom scoffed and in his fake voice said
\"I am appalled as Head Boy that the students here have represented Hogwarts so poorly. Let me make it up to you-a moonlit walk along the lake, no wretched students to interfere.\" Tom then offered a big charming smile and deeply penetrated her eyes with his own. He heard a moanlike sigh quietly escape her mouth ::My:: he thought ::this is going to be far easier then I thought!::
\"That\'s very generous of you, Tom is it? But I really need to study, we have a big exam tomorrow in Charms,\" She said reluctantly. He lightly coerced her more
\"I saw you studying at dinner, I\'m sure you\'ll be just fine, we\'ll only be gone for a short while,\" this time he gave her a sexy smirk. She uncomfortably shifted in her seat and then looked as if she were arguing with herself in her mind. At last she quickly stood up, grabbed her things and bolted off
\"Sorry Tom, maybe some other time...\" ::What just happened? I had her right where I wanted her! Have I lost my charm? Arggghhh this one gets to me!:: He stiffly turned around, trying to hide the anger in his face. Storming out of the library he quickly thought of a way to ease his tension.
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Damien was not as powerful a wizard as Tom was by any means. Tom was working at least two levels of difficulty higher than the rest of his classmates were. He had harnessed magic so well that he could efficiently and precisely master both the imperius curse and obliviate. For this reason, he could get what his servant so deeply desired but could never attain. Damien longed for Genenvieve Black, a woman whose Raven hair glistened in almost purple darkness. However, the Black family was far more esteemed in high and dark wizarding society, and Damien spent all his time lusting after what he could not have. Tom thought perhaps that was why Damien placed so much faith in him, he was determined to earn respectable power, so that finally his family name would have earned a place among many others like the Blacks, or the Slytherins before their demise.
He spotted Genevieve leaving the prefects bathroom alone
\"IMPERIO!\" He shouted and she slumped over slightly, her towel slipping off to reveal her porcelain breasts
\"Put your towel back on,\" he said softly, and she reached down and held it back onto her body.
\"I want you to follow me from a slight distance back to the Head Boy\'s chambers\" He began to briskly make his way back to his chambers, and she followed obediently with a slightly devoid look on her face. Soon they approached the door and he bided her to come and follow him in. He sat in his favorite chair and faced her standing before him.
\"Now, I want you to remove your towel,\" he said in a cold voice. Accordingly, she let the towel slip down to the ground. Her body was slender and almost frail looking, her breasts were of an average size, and her skin was about the exact opposite of her dark hair and eyes.
Let\'s get something straight about Tom Riddle. He is evil, and menacing, and power hungry and conceited. He is intelligent and exceptional, yet he is still human. His basic drive for power and dominance is typical of any human, any male, only much more extreme. Tom had indulged in sex many times before, he was a teenager with urges just like anyone else, yet he saw it much more differently. Tom went to a different extreme during his sexual encounters, his need to dominate overwhelmed any thought of love or passion. When he engaged in sex, it was about using others to please himself, dominating over them to benefit himself, the simplicity of derivingpleasure from power. He loved the Imperious Curse more than any other.
\"Now, I want you to struggle, scream, whatever your natural reaction may be during the course of this encounter. However, you are not to attempt to run away from me or call on outsiders, understand?\" He said gruffly.
She nodded in a zombie-like manner. He sat for a second and pondered, on his failure, on a woman\'s ability to outsmart him.
His jaw began to clench slowly, his eyes blazed, and his hands slowly clenched down on the armchair. In one swift stroke he leapt up and grabbed Genevieve by the throat. According to his wishes, she struggled as she normally would in the situation, her hands frantically clawing to remove his. He locked his fiery eyes with her as his other hand
began to remove his cloak and it fell to the floor nonchalantly. Her eyes began to bulge slightly and he eased his grip and threw her to the ground. Crumbling to the carpet she began stroking her throat in some vain attempt to soothe her windpipe back open. Riddle ripped open his shirt and stepped out of his pants and boxers exposing his nearly perfect physique. Somehow, Tom had been gifted with the chiseled body of a Greek God.
\"GET UP\" He said loudly to her, and slightly hesitant she did. Striding over he grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her to the couch. Grabbing her hair he forced her down on top of one of the sofa arms.
\"Let\'s see how your pureblood feels covering my cock,\" he hissed into her ear as he roughly plunged his massive erection into her, she screamed instantaneously. He animalisticly continued to plunge into her as he bit down into her neck. Her shrieks of pain slowly turned into that of pleasure, and he could feel himself close to release. His pace quickened and he gave her a hard slap on the ass. Muscles slowly tightened, euphoria started to spread, and his seed jetted inside of her. He grabbed her hair back once more as he rode out his orgasm for all it was worth. She had still not come, all the better.
\"Well, now that I\'m done with you let\'s get you cleaned up for Malfoy, eh?\" he said coldly as she remained like a rag doll hanging over the side of the couch.
\"Scourgify!\" He said, and her fluids were immediately removed.
\"Now, stand up straight and look presentable...\" he mumbled to her, disgusted. He muttered a few charms to remove the marks he has left on her. Putting on his clothes, he did a small spell to summon Damien. He smoothed his hair so it was back to perfection and made his way up to Genevieve\'s dull-standing form.
\"By the way,\" he said lightly in her ear, \"your pureblood feels delicious on my cock\" with that he made a biting gesture at her expressionless face and continued up to his room to plan phase two.

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