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Adult ++
Chapters:
15
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37
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Dark Arts Erotica
Sorry, Sheherazade….but before lemons there has to be foreplay! I hope you're not really squeamish for this chapter though....anyone else can also leave there reaction as I'm really curious as to what someone else thinks ,too.
Chapter Eight: Dark Arts Erotica
After rubbing her shoulders until Celeste was sighing with contentment, Riddle put one arm over her chest, and with the other, reached into his pocket and withdrew his 13 ½ inch yew wand.
“So, what do you wish to talk about?” Celeste asked, very much pleased how unlike the other times, Riddle wanted to talk before doing sexual intercourse. Riddle knew prolonging his urges would make her docile, starting with allowing her wish that they talk first.
“It entails a little treat for you, Celeste” he said with mystique.
Aiming straight ahead, the accio spell was cast nonverbally. An object zoomed across the cavern, from the shelf with the potions and cauldron and such. A black leather box stopped beside Riddle, and he whispered an arcane incantation, and it opened itself. It had silver designs, including an eagle emblem on the top and around the sides, serpents and scorpions.
“It has the Ravenclaw insignia! It’s pretty.”
“Yes, isn’t it?” Riddle commented fondly. “But look what I have to entertain you, Celeste.”
He removed a thin book out from the surface of the inside of the box. Abruptly, Riddle slammed the lid shut. He did not want Celeste to see any other secrets the box contained, for they would all surprise her in good time. The box was a rather expensive magical rape kit of sorts that Voldemort had purchased in Knockturn Alley last year, partly from his follower's money.
Riddle requested sweetly “Read the title, Celeste.”
He peered down at Celeste’s face as she recited, still snuggled over his lap “The Allure of the Dark Arts’ Erotica.” Her curiosity had been piqued, for she had never heard of such.
“Now, my turn to read the introductory paragraph” Riddle flipped open the first page. “Of the many varied art forms and the exact science of the Dark Arts, we shall examine the appetite of wizard kind’s primordial instincts. To observe the exquisite symmetry of the body’s anatomy when subjected to magical torture. This is a journey of submersion into the darkest elements of both sexual and magical nature.”
Rapidly, Riddle turned to the next page where the entire space was taken up by a picture, crafted with great attention to detail. Celeste gasped and piercing shock waves wracked her insides, including her pelvis at the horrific sight before them.
The blue-flamed candles illuminated a witch in excruciating pain. The magical pornographic black and white moving photograph, showed the woman hunched over, naked. She clutched her gashed, bloody chest, that was flattened like a pancake. For, in a bloody heap on the ground was what appeared to be each of her disembodied breast’s. It was as if she had been splinched when attempting apparition. It took another moment or so, for Celeste to notice an illusory shadow of another figure, as it moved, tapping a wand threateningly on the witch's shoulder.
Riddle meanwhile, had feasted his dark eyes upon it, gradually becoming aroused, his pupils dilating. If only he knew the spell to remove body parts on a live individual!
“I can’t stand watching” Celeste durmurely voiced her true reaction.
“Quiet, Celeste. Relax and listen to your inner wisdom. The pleasure of another’s pain exists inside you, call it forth. Make it so that your mouth waters with virulent desire” he drawled with a soothing calmness.
Riddle turned the next page that portrayed a wizard in an upside down position, levitated into the air. He was sporting grisly injuries and another example of strangely contorted body parts. All the flesh looked to have been eaten off his face from some kind of bug infested on it, that was crawling around in the moving picture. His face was a skull visage with bulging eyes. His lips, teeth, and straggly hair remained. But below his testacles were circumscribed and instead hanging from his anus by a tail of some sort, swinging like a pendulum.
Celeste was not as disturbed as she had been by the previous picture, she just looked on with a mesmerized curiosity, her eyes moving back and forth to the tail swinging the dick. She had to admit, this area of the Dark Arts was oddly fascinating. Although unnerving, Celeste could not find within herself the apparent pleasure Riddle was getting. He now had a look of bliss on his handsome face, as his eyes narrowed.
Abruptly, Riddle put the book down and at once slid Celeste’s skirt off her waist. Celeste resisted revealing to him her fear, but Riddle could smell the fear anyway.
“I only want you to masturbate.”
Celeste grounded herself, yet she suddenly noticed cold sweat dampening her blouse. She unbuttoned it.
Riddle commented jokingly, “You naughty girl. You’re neither wearing knickers, nor a bra.”
Celeste blushed and planted an affectionate kiss on Tom Riddle’s hollow cheek.
“Now stimulate your clitoris for me.”
Riddle raised the book back up to their eye-levels again, to look on at the other gruesome porn inspired by the Dark Arts.
Celeste dug her hands into her warm vaginal passageway, doing her best to please Tom.
A couple of moments later, Riddle put his hand not holding the book up on top of her hands, aiding her.
“Ah, yes. I’m teaching you to enjoy it, Celeste. Like the book said, it’s perfectly natural. Coincides with the most basic instincts” he lauded over his fling. Riddle did not care what the book’s advice was about normalizing the images, but he knew it would help Celeste accept the book and remain at ease.
Celeste felt something growing hard under her. She surmised, Tom was having an erection.
She giggled delightedly and Riddle dropped the book onto the ground negligently.
“We’re going to start a new little project,” Riddle announced.
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VOLDEMORT the PLAYER…isn’t finished with Lovegood just yet! Don’t worry….he won’t do anything that sick to her as depicted in the pictures….Well, I hope not. I am really trying to consider what Voldemort would like to do sexually, I don’t like to imagine sex in these horrific acts….But I imagine Lord Voldemort’s imagination is just this aberrant. Kind of making you forget to feel any pity for him at all in the end doesn’t it?
Chapter Eight: Dark Arts Erotica
After rubbing her shoulders until Celeste was sighing with contentment, Riddle put one arm over her chest, and with the other, reached into his pocket and withdrew his 13 ½ inch yew wand.
“So, what do you wish to talk about?” Celeste asked, very much pleased how unlike the other times, Riddle wanted to talk before doing sexual intercourse. Riddle knew prolonging his urges would make her docile, starting with allowing her wish that they talk first.
“It entails a little treat for you, Celeste” he said with mystique.
Aiming straight ahead, the accio spell was cast nonverbally. An object zoomed across the cavern, from the shelf with the potions and cauldron and such. A black leather box stopped beside Riddle, and he whispered an arcane incantation, and it opened itself. It had silver designs, including an eagle emblem on the top and around the sides, serpents and scorpions.
“It has the Ravenclaw insignia! It’s pretty.”
“Yes, isn’t it?” Riddle commented fondly. “But look what I have to entertain you, Celeste.”
He removed a thin book out from the surface of the inside of the box. Abruptly, Riddle slammed the lid shut. He did not want Celeste to see any other secrets the box contained, for they would all surprise her in good time. The box was a rather expensive magical rape kit of sorts that Voldemort had purchased in Knockturn Alley last year, partly from his follower's money.
Riddle requested sweetly “Read the title, Celeste.”
He peered down at Celeste’s face as she recited, still snuggled over his lap “The Allure of the Dark Arts’ Erotica.” Her curiosity had been piqued, for she had never heard of such.
“Now, my turn to read the introductory paragraph” Riddle flipped open the first page. “Of the many varied art forms and the exact science of the Dark Arts, we shall examine the appetite of wizard kind’s primordial instincts. To observe the exquisite symmetry of the body’s anatomy when subjected to magical torture. This is a journey of submersion into the darkest elements of both sexual and magical nature.”
Rapidly, Riddle turned to the next page where the entire space was taken up by a picture, crafted with great attention to detail. Celeste gasped and piercing shock waves wracked her insides, including her pelvis at the horrific sight before them.
The blue-flamed candles illuminated a witch in excruciating pain. The magical pornographic black and white moving photograph, showed the woman hunched over, naked. She clutched her gashed, bloody chest, that was flattened like a pancake. For, in a bloody heap on the ground was what appeared to be each of her disembodied breast’s. It was as if she had been splinched when attempting apparition. It took another moment or so, for Celeste to notice an illusory shadow of another figure, as it moved, tapping a wand threateningly on the witch's shoulder.
Riddle meanwhile, had feasted his dark eyes upon it, gradually becoming aroused, his pupils dilating. If only he knew the spell to remove body parts on a live individual!
“I can’t stand watching” Celeste durmurely voiced her true reaction.
“Quiet, Celeste. Relax and listen to your inner wisdom. The pleasure of another’s pain exists inside you, call it forth. Make it so that your mouth waters with virulent desire” he drawled with a soothing calmness.
Riddle turned the next page that portrayed a wizard in an upside down position, levitated into the air. He was sporting grisly injuries and another example of strangely contorted body parts. All the flesh looked to have been eaten off his face from some kind of bug infested on it, that was crawling around in the moving picture. His face was a skull visage with bulging eyes. His lips, teeth, and straggly hair remained. But below his testacles were circumscribed and instead hanging from his anus by a tail of some sort, swinging like a pendulum.
Celeste was not as disturbed as she had been by the previous picture, she just looked on with a mesmerized curiosity, her eyes moving back and forth to the tail swinging the dick. She had to admit, this area of the Dark Arts was oddly fascinating. Although unnerving, Celeste could not find within herself the apparent pleasure Riddle was getting. He now had a look of bliss on his handsome face, as his eyes narrowed.
Abruptly, Riddle put the book down and at once slid Celeste’s skirt off her waist. Celeste resisted revealing to him her fear, but Riddle could smell the fear anyway.
“I only want you to masturbate.”
Celeste grounded herself, yet she suddenly noticed cold sweat dampening her blouse. She unbuttoned it.
Riddle commented jokingly, “You naughty girl. You’re neither wearing knickers, nor a bra.”
Celeste blushed and planted an affectionate kiss on Tom Riddle’s hollow cheek.
“Now stimulate your clitoris for me.”
Riddle raised the book back up to their eye-levels again, to look on at the other gruesome porn inspired by the Dark Arts.
Celeste dug her hands into her warm vaginal passageway, doing her best to please Tom.
A couple of moments later, Riddle put his hand not holding the book up on top of her hands, aiding her.
“Ah, yes. I’m teaching you to enjoy it, Celeste. Like the book said, it’s perfectly natural. Coincides with the most basic instincts” he lauded over his fling. Riddle did not care what the book’s advice was about normalizing the images, but he knew it would help Celeste accept the book and remain at ease.
Celeste felt something growing hard under her. She surmised, Tom was having an erection.
She giggled delightedly and Riddle dropped the book onto the ground negligently.
“We’re going to start a new little project,” Riddle announced.
******************************************************************************************
VOLDEMORT the PLAYER…isn’t finished with Lovegood just yet! Don’t worry….he won’t do anything that sick to her as depicted in the pictures….Well, I hope not. I am really trying to consider what Voldemort would like to do sexually, I don’t like to imagine sex in these horrific acts….But I imagine Lord Voldemort’s imagination is just this aberrant. Kind of making you forget to feel any pity for him at all in the end doesn’t it?