A Perfect Slave

Chapter 4: I want to Devour You

“I wonder if that brat’s done,” spat out Dolohov taking a sip from his drink. “I really have no patience left for his little dress up.” The Death Eater was sitting outside in the balcony enjoying the warm rays of sunshine, lying on one of the comfortable sofas, and tapping his fingers feeling agitated with every minute passed.

Rodolphus was standing and leaning his elbows on the edge of the balcony, looking out at the wonderful summer day, and drinking his firewhiskey. “Yeah,” he frowned as he swallowed the hot liquid, “He’s taking some time.” Lestrange turned around to face Antonin still leaning on the edge of the balcony. “I’m more than sure Malfoy junior’s gonna screw up just like his daddy,” both men snickered and Rodolphus continued. “He probably can’t even fake those slut’s tits!” Two Death Eaters laughed sadistically imagining Draco’s squirming body when the Dark Lord would crucio him for being such a failure and miserable waste of space.

“Come on, let’s go there now. I can’t wait to get my hands on them,” exclaimed Antonin rubbing his palms against each other in agitation. “That brat better leave at least one of those whores looking like that damn muggle. She’s a hot piece of meat. I saw her today half naked with the Dark Lord walking in the main hallway.” Dolohov smiled imagining the girl completely naked underneath him, coming undone and screaming for more. “What do you think, Lestrange?”

“I’ve seen her last night,” he took a sip of the firewhiskey again, “Nothing special to look at.” Rodolphus placed the bottle on the low table and set across Antonin. “And by the way, I have a wife.”

“Oh, please. Like you get any from her!” exclaimed the man after swallowing his drink. “Loosen up. Just have some fun with those little bitches and you’ll feel a lot better, trust me.”

“She’d freaking crucio me if she found out,” Rodolphus reached for the bottle and gulped down his alcohol and then put the bottle back on the table. “You know how she gets when she’s mad.”

“Yeah, but you’re gonna fuck only a slave, not some other hot pureblood babe. And there would be nothing to worry about,” shrugged Antonin. “If Bella doesn’t do her duty as a wife – I mean sexually satisfying you – you have a whole right to mess around with the slaves. She won’t be able to do anything about it.”

“Yeah,” replied Lestrange after a pause, “I guess you’re right. Once in a while won’t do any harm.” A smile appeared on his face. Antonin was right; he didn’t get any in this past few months and he needed to loosen up. A hot slut, that’s what he needed right now. He took the bottle of firewhiskey and gestured for Antonin to follow him. They need to find Lucius; he knows where the slaves are kept.

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Alyssa was worried. She knew that no one could take her except the “Dark Lord,” saving her an opportunity to get acquainted with the other sick bastards, but she still didn’t know how bad her master would truly be. Maybe he was into torture, she thought. Maybe he would make her do really nasty stuff. The girl shuddered just thinking about it.

Alyssa spent her time sitting on a fauteuil while all the other girls were talking, panicking, and protesting about being slaves. Some were still in shock of losing their – or Alyssa’s – parents, crying silently, and trying to avoid any other company.

Half an hour later so called Death Eaters came into the chamber, looking lustfully at all the girls. Some of the men were really ugly, some looked kind of old – well, at least from Alyssa’s perspective—and some even looked slightly handsome. They all wore funny outfits. Wizardy outfits, Alyssa thought.

Her clones were ordered to stand in the line, except for Alyssa. Unfortunately, she had to show “some respect” towards the men by standing as well. She complied, feeling annoyed at the stupid situation.

The men seemed to choose the slaves with an unknown to Alyssa order. First of them all was the black haired man called Severus or Snape. He didn’t even look interested or excited as all his other friends did, but he still picked a girl for himself. Alyssa was surprised that he walked away with “Panic,” one of the least sluttish of the slaves. She had golden-reddish-brown hair, ocean blue eyes with a little green hue in them, and pale skin. Her body looked more natural, had slender hips, elegant curvy waist, and breasts proportional to her small body. Maybe he enjoys a girl with a personality, thought Alyssa, but he missed his chance on that one; “Panic” is always paranoid, always worries, always as if on sugar rush. Maybe that man Severus didn’t quite noticed those traits of “Panic’s” character.

Second man was Dolohov. His hair were a little combed and looked neater than they did yesterday when Alyssa first saw his face after he took off his death eater’s mask. He didn’t look happy, scanning all of the remaining slaves with cold brown eyes. His gaze was travelling rapidly from Alyssa to her other selves. He was frowning, seeming to be unsure about his decision. Finally, after examining and looking closely at every girl, he roughly grabbed “Hate” by the chain attached to her neck collar and walked out of the room cussing swearing at – what Alyssa could comprehend – that blond boy who transformed every girl into her new appearance. Apparently, Dolohov wasn’t happy with the boy’s work. He sent Alyssa a lustful angry look right before he walked out of the room, tugging along “Hate” who seemed to be in protest of the rough treatment and was yelling at the man – or her new master—calling him all the “muggle” street names she knew. Alyssa raised her eyebrows. The man seemed to have chosen a slave with the closest resemblance to her; “Hate” had Alyssa’s orange-brown eyes, same nose and chin, but darker skin. “Hate” was Arabic and Alyssa thought the girl barely looked like her, but still, from all the others she was probably the closest.

Next were two brothers. Alyssa caught that they were both called Lestrange. They also both called each other Rab and Rod. They seemed to be working as a team, each looking closely at the trembling girls, examining their faces, their slender bodies, and mostly breasts. Unlike Dolohov, the brothers didn’t even look at Alyssa, which was completely fine to her. Finally, they seemed to be stuck between “Hope” and “Despair.” Alyssa was shocked to find out that they were going to share a slave between each other, but of course, they were brothers, it wasn’t like they would fuck a slave at the same time… would they?

Other Death Eaters were sitting on the fauteuils patiently waiting their turn to choose. They all seemed to be annoyed at the Lestrange’s argument and were occasionally hurrying them with few words of annoyance. Alyssa almost laughed out loud at the brothers; they seemed so pathetic to her. “Hope” was an exceptional dark beauty, with chocolate skin, dark grey eyes, plump lips, and voluptuous body. “Despair” on the other hand was more of an eastern girl, maybe more of a Japanese beauty with slightly tan skin, narrow eyes, flat nose, and with a body of a complete slut. Both girls were exotic, both sexually attractive in their own way, but only Alyssa knew the huge difference between them – they were complete opposites of each other! Alyssa was more than sure that “Hope” would be impossible to break, while “Despair” would probably lose her mind after the first month of enslavement. She almost wished that both Lestranges would pick “Hope,” one of the strongest of the slaves knowing that the dark skinned girl would be able to survive anything those bastards would throw at her.

As if reading her mind, the Lestranges finally picked “Hope” and left, already letting their hands examine the slave’s body.

Lucius was sitting quietly on one of the fauteuils watching Alyssa closely. She noticed it but tried not to pay attention to the blond middle aged man. When she completely got annoyed she let her orange eyes meet his light grey. They both had a little stare contest before it was Lucius’s turn to pick his slave. He instantly chose “Love,” an Egyptian girl with short straight hair, Alyssa’s orange eyes, and curvy slightly muscled body. Alyssa thought that “Love” was one of the most attractive and exotic slaves from all the others, and she had to admire that blond boy’s imagination, and Lucius’s taste. Of course, she still wondered whether they both were connected in some way, like father and son, or an uncle and a nephew. Alyssa also noticed that Lucius was one of the handsome Death Eaters so far. She scolded herself for thinking that way, but it was true. Lucius really was a very desirable man of maybe 40s or 30s, with long straight blond hair, those grey eyes… But those eyes were always so cold, unemotional, just a complete mystery to Alyssa. Lucius left already explaining some of his “rules” to his slave. Alyssa could hear that he already prepared a name for his slave – Anukis. She got annoyed. Why wouldn’t “Dark Lord” call her that? Anukis sounded way better than Fatin. Maybe there is a meaning behind a name, she thought, maybe my name means something pleasant, who knows?

After Lucius left more Death Eaters came in. Alyssa never met them before. Two of them were kind of fat and big boned looking; they were probably the ugliest death eaters so far. They talked, calling each other Crabbe and Goyle. They easily made their choices after just glancing at the remaining girls which were “Sorrow,” “Rage,” “Despair,” and “Fear.” Goyle took “Fear” with him, mentioning something about “always wanting to fuck a girl who would be completely and unconditionally afraid of him.” The man named Crabbe seemed to be very pleased with “Sorrow” – a girl with short brown hair that were two inches passed her ears, sad blue eyes, long slender legs, thin body, and pleasant skin.

The other man named Avery had only two choices to make: “Rage” and “Despair.” Unlike the other death eaters he let the slaves talk, probably wanted to find what he would be dealing with. He sweet talked them, appeared gentle and even caring, but Alyssa could just sense that it was all an act, that Avery was… more of a sick man inside, like into torture and punishment. He quickly recognized that “Rage” was under a silencing spell or something of that sort, and let her talk. Of course “Rage” being rage yelled at him, calling him a “monster and a sick fuck.” After suck performance of affection Avery chose more of a quiet and pathetic slave – “Despair.” Alyssa only sighed sadly, knowing that poor girl would have to go through a lot.

The room emptied. The only two left were Alyssa and “Rage.” Rage was full of energy and scolding at all the men, going back and forth across the room. Alyssa only listened knowing perfectly well that it was better not to mass with Rage when she was angry. Of course, every clone was Alyssa’s emotion; she knew perfectly well what turned her off and on, what made her angry, and what made her happy.

Alyssa hoped that no man would have to claim “Rage” because it would be a complete pain in the ass. She almost felt sorry for a man who would have to deal with her, knowing perfectly well that “Rage” would totally fight back physically and mentally, never breaking down, and never stopping hating everything and everyone that made her unhappy and angry.

Alyssa almost thought and no man would come and get “Rage” and she felt relieved; even “Rage” herself was a little cheered up calling her so called “future master” a coward. But… she immediately was taken aback when she saw a big rangy man with matted gray hair and whiskers. His robes looked uncomfortably tight, and his dirty hands had long yellowish nails. His voice was raspy and bark-like when he spoke; his pointed teeth were white, and his eyes brown yellow.

“Fur ball?” spoke Rage slightly amused, surprised, and confused at the same time, “No way!”

The big scary man seemed to be a little offended, but smirked at Rage letting her see his dangerously sharp teeth.

Alyssa decided to break the silence. “Sir, you look quite different from all the other men. You don’t seem to be…” she tried to find a word, but the hairy man finished it for her: “Human?” He looked at her questionably. Alyssa nodded.

The man laughed coldly. “Of course I’m not a human! I’m a werewolf.” He looked back at “Rage” who seemed to be alarmed by his answer. But after a few seconds she smiled.

“Ha-ha! Very funny, mister. Werewolves don’t exist!” exclaimed “Rage” laughing out loud.

“Oh, they exist,” answered the werewolf chuckling, probably playing along.

“Come on! If werewolves exist, then unicorns are real!” sarcastically replied “Rage.”

“You said it yourself, pet,” Alyssa noticed a lustful or hungry look in the man’s eyes. This wasn’t good. She was ready to believe anything now, unicorns, talking pictures, wands, wizards, and witches… so why not werewolves? Maybe Vampires exist too.

“Get away from her!” suddenly screamed Alyssa jumping up and standing in front of the werewolf, hiding “Rage” behind her back. “If you even think about eating or contaminating her, you’ll be in a big trouble!”

“Spicy, aren’t you?” smirked the big hairy man, “Too bad I can’t take you myself. I am sure I would have had lots of fun with you.” He suddenly smelled the air inhaling it like some sort of sweet perfume. He moved very quickly, pushing Alyssa into the stock of big pillows (making her fall because of it) and grabbing hold of “Rage” with his big dirty hands. The werewolf inhaled the air around the girl once again and let a slight groan leave his lips.

“Oh, yes. I’m gonna have so much fun with you,” he lifted the girl and placed her on his strong wide shoulder, so that he was holding her butt with his hand, and her upper body was almost hanging on his back. “Rage” seemed little taken aback, but shortly started punching the man’s back with all her might, trying to escape and fight back in whatever way she could. The werewolf only laughed coldly leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Alyssa had tears on her eyes. What would he do to her? Tare her to pieces? Bite her? Fuck and then kill? She felt useless, she couldn’t save the part of her, and now she felt more miserable than ever. Werewolf, being with him was the worst! But “Rage” was the strongest of all the clones there; she couldn’t be broken no matter what everyone did or said to her. Alyssa knew deep down that “Rage” would survive. She was the best “match” for that man, no, werewolf, because she could withstand anything!

Alyssa was alone for almost an hour. During this time she measured her situation and once again agreed that the only way to save Veronica was to do whatever that pale snake-man told her to, no matter how sick it was, no matter how disgusting and ugly he was. Her thoughts again wondered to her “mutation.” She thought it was impossible, but after seeing so much – werewolves, wizards, witches, and talking portraits – she started to wander whether it could be true or not. Well, the proof of her new abilities was right in front of her! Alyssa was more than sure that it was the only reason why the “Dark Lord” spared her life. Of course, he mentioned that she “possessed the power of the great wizards” or something of that sort. Maybe, he just wanted to figure out what allowed Alyssa to duplicate herself. Maybe, it was very rare even in the magical world.

A small pop caught Alyssa’s attention. She looked around and almost had a heart attack; there in front of her stood a creature of three or four feet tall with yellow skin, dark green eyes, long pointy nose, shaggy ears, and very dirty clothes. Alyssa almost screamed, but regained herself quickly, as the creature placed a tray of food on the floor near the big maroon pillows. It murmured something about “filthy, stinking muggles” before turning to Alyssa and saying in a squeaking voice “Eenkey will take the worthless filthy muggle in fifteen minutes to the Dark Lord. Pathetic muggle should hurry with her food and make herself presentable and ready for the Lord’s bed.”

Alyssa stared at the creature open-mouthed, but couldn’t even say anything back since the creature vanished with the same pop it had appeared.

Oh, shit, thought Alyssa. She suddenly felt nervous and nauseous, but of course, she would have to… Oh, God… she would have to sleep with that monster! She drank some water and chewed on her food, thinking about her strategy. Okay, comply, obey, never ask any questions, never cry, never beg to stop, thought Alyssa trying to keep her small little rules in her head. She sighed nervously as the creature reappeared again with a pop and gestured for Alyssa to follow it. They were in the hallway again and soon enough arrived at the familiar door leading to a very familiar chamber.

Alyssa sighed and knocked. The little creature already vanished and she was left alone, alone with the Dark Lord.

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Lucius Malfoy held his slave’s wrists tightly above her head with one strong hand, enjoying the girl’s hot, tight opening, while thrusting rapidly inside of her and groaning with pleasure. He was pleased with his new slave; she proved to be not only exotically beautiful, but surprisingly obedient. Whatever was her purpose, Lucius was ready to use it completely to his advantage.

The slave beneath him had a stoic expression. She never looked at the Death Eater in the eyes, more to the sides or at the ceiling. Her breasts giggled as Lucius picked up his speed, letting go of her wrists and now supporting her body with his strong hands, lifting it slightly from the bed to get deeper inside of her. Several hard thrusts and he was moaning and groaning with pleasure, bursting his seed inside the slave beneath him. The blond man lay on top of a slender young body, catching his breath, and taking a little break before he would change his position and take the girl again.

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Antonin Dolohov slapped his slave as she spat in his face. She fell on the floor holding her hurt cheek and looking up at her new master with pure hate.

“You monster! You’ll never make me a slave!” she yelled and spat again only on the man’s boots. Dolohov furiously grabbed her by her curly dark hair, pulling her towards his big double bed, and throwing her like a package. The girl landed on her stomach, but quickly turned her body around facing the angry man, not letting him have his way with her from behind. She kicked him in the stomach as he got closer to her, making the man double over and grab the side of his abdominal. This gave her enough time to roll over the bed, clumsily landing on the hard floor, and grabbing the first object she could reach – a long metal candle holder. She didn’t hesitate and hit the Death Eater on the back. He fell to the floor and the slave tried to make her way for the exist, but was stopped by a cruciatus curse.

“Bitch! Think you can get away from me so easily? You stupid muggle!” roared Antonin as he regained himself and stood up still holding a curse on the disobedient slave. “I’ll teach you some respect!” The Arabic girl squirmed on the floor, shaking from unbearable pain. She would withstand the torture; she would never submit to her master; she would never comply and try to please the man that now owned her; she would never, ever become his slave.

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Rodolphus Lestrange hasn’t felt a woman’s warm slender body in months! He finally convinced his brother to let him have the first try. Rabastan agreed but stayed to watch.

Rodolphus didn’t want a slave who rejected him, he didn’t want to force himself on a girl, he wanted her to be willing to fuck him; that is why he persuaded her to comply to him, promising to be gentle and careful. He was already aroused only looking at her, lying beneath him naked, the chocolate voluptuous body covered with goosebumps, chest moving up and down, and shy orange eyes looking up at him.

Rodolphus gently sucked on her neck, licking and kissing her sensitive skin, and moving lower to the slave’s breasts. He massaged them with both hands capturing brown aroused nipples with his mouth, and lowering his head to the flat stomach. Lestrange licked his way down to the girl’s wet folds, catching them with his mouth and pressing his tongue against her clitoris. The beautiful slave finally moaned sending hot waves down Rodolphus’s stomach, and making him want her even more.

After letting the dark beauty come before him, he slid inside of her, enjoying the feeling with every thrust and every moan the girl produced. She never looked at him though, she held her eyes closed, and in the end, when she so beautifully squirmed in pleasure underneath him, she screamed yes over and over again, and finally whispering “Edward” as Rodolphus collapsed on top of her.

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Severus Snape had lots of work to do. He looked through papers as the girl under his desk did what she was told. She curled her tongue around the end of his shaft, crying silently and trying to keep quiet because her “master preferred to work in silence.” She swallowed the hot salty liquid as the man came and crawled out of the table. With her master’s command she massaged his strong shoulders, applying pressure on his stiffened muscles, then circling his temples with her fingers when he took a little break.

Severus Snape never took his slave that night. The truth was that he never wanted to. He kept himself preoccupied with papers so he wouldn’t have to torture the under aged girl. He sighed. It would have been very suspicious if he didn’t accept the Dark Lord’s gift, and of course, he didn’t want to blow up his cover as a “double agent.” Severus took, what he thought, the weakest slave, so no one would be able to break her; he meanwhile didn’t even plan on using her, but he still had to force the girl perform minor sexual activities on him, just to be safe if the Dark Lord would ever want to know his progress with this girl.

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Alyssa walked into her master’s chambers. He was busy on the desk, but stopped whatever he was doing when he noticed her presence. He looked her up and down, seeming satisfied with what he saw. He ordered her to come closer, and she complied feeling her legs go numb. The girl stood in front of the snake-man afraid to look him in the eyes. She felt hands and long bony fingers gently but firmly place themselves on the sides of her waist, guiding her to turn around in a circle. He stopped right when her back was facing him. Alyssa shivered when a long sharp fingernail trailed the curves of her back. She flinched when cold lips tasted the skin of her sacrum, and pale hands explored her ribs, going up her breasts and squeezing them slightly.

Alyssa felt sick and disgusted as Lord Voldemort pinched her nipples through the soft fabric of her dress. She bit her lower lip wanting to hiss from pain, while the long pointy nails dug into the sensitive skin of her breasts and the bony cold fingers slipped underneath the fabric aching for more contact. A loud gasp left her lips as the girl’s master pushed her down on his lap, pressing his hard chest against her back, and exploring the side of her neck with his mouth.

Alyssa felt like panicking, but took control of herself allowing the man devour the left side of her neck, shoulder, and clavicle. He pulled her closer to him, shifting her position so that her butt was pushing against his groin. She felt his half erect member, and shivered when the Dark Lord hissed like a snake “You must obey my every command if you want your muggle sister to live. Is that understood?” He spat out the word muggle as if it held a great disgust to him and some imaginary contamination. Alyssa just nodded swallowing loudly from nervousness.

With a wave of his wand, the Dark Lord made her dress vanish and she shuddered from cold air and fingers circling around her body. She was completely naked now except for her gold jewelry, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. Her master threw her off him and ordered immediately to stand before him, turning around once again in a circle, allowing the pale man to consume her naked form with his hungry lustful ruby eyes.

He ordered her to suck him; she reluctantly complied and swallowed when the man -- roughly thrusting into her mouth-- came, this time moaning with pleasure and hissing Alyssa’s new pet-name, Fatin. Voldemort explored every inch of her body with his bony hands finally stopping at her slightly wet folds. He smirked evilly placing the girl on his lap again only now facing him. Her legs were spread, placed on his sides, revealing her slender lips and tight opening.

The Dark Lord massaged her clitoris with his thumb in a circular motion, watching his slave inhale a sharp breath trying to avoid looking him in the eye. He enjoyed seeing her ashamed of her body for reacting in that positive way towards his hands and touch. He grabbed her by the hair, placing a forceful deep kiss on her lips and applying even more pressure on her sweet spot. The slave moaned at the contact in his mouth slightly parting her lips. The pale snake-man immediately pushed his tongue inside, exploring her mouth with pure hunger and lust.

It has been such a long time since he finally was able to enjoy the pleasures of female’s flesh, and it wasn’t because “The Boy Who Lived” destroyed his body – it was because he always paid attention to taking over the world, well, he still does, but finally he started appreciating his body and what it could do to satisfy him and maybe even relieve from stress. Of course he fucked Bellatrix a few times after his return, but she wasn’t fresh anymore as she used to be; plus, Azkaban has taken away not only the beauties of her body, but also her psyche. She seems to enjoy pain – not as if Voldemort minds – going extremely overboard and becoming a complete exaggeration. “The Dark Sadistic Majesty” finally had enough when she bit his shaft so hard she drew blood.

Lord Voldemort perfectly knew that the slave on top of him enjoyed what he was doing to her, and that brought him great pleasure; the fact that the little girl was ashamed of her body’s needs was even better. She was very beautiful. Her skin felt soft beneath his fingers, and her already wet folds made him want to lose control. He slid a finger in her and she gasped loudly, breaking away from his thin pale lips and looking away, undoubtedly ashamed of her own pleasure.

The sharp nail was scratching Alyssa’s insides, making her whimper slightly from pain and pleasure. She not only felt disgusted with the Dark Lord, but with herself as well, for reveling in this process and secretly wanting more. She hated herself. ‘How can you even want this, when this man, no, monster, killed your mother?’ She kept asking herself in her mind. ‘You’re just as sick as he is!’

Another finger easily slipped inside of the girl, increasing the rate and force of the thrusts. Alyssa felt light headed, and she absolutely forgot where she was and who was doing these sorts of things to her. She started pushing slightly against the long fingers, grabbing the man’s shoulders firmly with her hands, and using their support to make up her own speed and force. Her eyes were closed and she saw Edward in her mind so passionately devouring her with his fingers, and mouth, which instantly pressed itself against her slightly jiggling breasts. The girl now moaned openly and without hesitation, letting her hands explore the hard body so close to her. It didn’t feel like Edward. Edward had quite a muscular body, filled with life, love, passion, and desire; but this bony cold skeleton was nothing like that. Sure it was in deep passion and desire – judging by painfully erected member underneath the black robes – but it was completely unfamiliar to Alyssa. No, it wasn’t her Edward.

In shock she opened her eyes and caught the gaze of the Dark Lord. He smirked at her as her body moved up and down on its own against the long fingers, but instantly frowned when Alyssa stopped and tried to get away from him. He curled his arm around her back having a complete control over her movements. The girl started squirming in his tight hold now, but calmed down when Voldemort not so gently reminded her about her muggle sister and the little agreement they made not so long ago.

Fatin was a complete mystery to him. One minute she enjoyed and even participated in their sexual activity, the next minute she panicked and tried to desperately get away from him as if she was on fire. The girl clearly had a darker passionate side in her; the only thing Voldemort had to do – of course, if he wanted to have the greatest sex of his life—was to let that passion loose. But surely it would take time, weeks, even months; he still didn’t know how stubborn his slave could be, but so far she complied almost with his every command.

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That night the Dark Lord took her more than once. He just couldn’t get enough – she was so tight, wet, and hot, that he fucked her for hours until he so deliciously came inside of her, watching in delight as his slave squirmed in her sexual satisfaction too. Her cold sweet sweat was like a drug to him, his own favorite perfume that he liked to devour after good, old fashioned sex. Either it was way too long for him, or that little bitch was truly that good in bed. Well, she did whatever he wanted, screamed whenever he wanted her to scream, fucked him back whenever he wanted her to, but still acted as if knowing who was truly in control… oh, it was as if she read his mind. But of course she couldn’t! It was just a stupid expression.

Alyssa did whatever she was nonverbally asked for; she just could sense what the Dark Lord wanted and how he wanted it. It wasn’t anything special; Alyssa could sense Edward’s deep desires without even looking at him, it was just that simple.

Finally, Voldemort let her go. There was no cuddling, or sleeping time together, only a few minutes of catching breath in their last position. Alyssa liked it that way. She didn’t want that snake near her after what he made – no, forced – her to enjoy. She just wanted to fall asleep on those huge pillows in her rooms, cuddling in her sleep with her other selves. Alyssa needed somebody, anybody, to tell her that she would be able to stay sane and okay, even if she would be technically talking to herself.