Marked ? Tom Riddle

Major smut warning

Rated T for THIS IS PORN

   Sex was not something Mother had prepared me for. Despite her inappropriate desire to have me bed the Dark Lord, we had never actually gotten around to the dreaded talk. It was not as though I did not know how to participate in sex. Like any girl, I knew the basics. Truthfully speaking, the idea of it scared me, yet simultaneously excited me. How could something so penetrative possibly be pleasurable? It did not make sense. Yet... everyone I had ever heard speak of sex spoke about it in the most wonderful way possible. I'd even heard it be compared to a piece of cake that only got better, more delicious with every bite. So, it had to be good. After all, people all over desired it so greatly, lusted for it, lied for it, cheated for it, even killed for it. Merlin, despite my limited experience in the matter, even I wanted it. I wanted it from him, the Dark Lord. And with the way he was looking down at me while I lay before him in bed obedient, desire hungry, undressed, I could tell he wanted me too.  

   He was hungry for me, aggressive even. He had made that rather clear when he'd torn my nightgown through the center during our kiss and pushed me back onto the bed where I waited for him to continue. He was not gentle with this sort of thing, there was no place for that. Not with him. Especially not now. If it weren't for the heat and lust pumping through my veins and making me tingle and ache between my legs for something to fill me up and relieve me of this sensation, I would have been embarrassed to be naked in front of a man. But not now, because right now I liked him looking at me, looking at my body that I knew he so badly wanted to ravish, wanted to use for pleasure to fulfill his own needs that were aching to escape his trousers. Not only did I find pleasure in the fact he was looking at me, but in the way he was looking at me. It was power-hungry like he'd just found a way to control and dominate something he had no control over before. And it was true. Right now, I was his to control and... I liked it that way.

   He stood by the edge of the bed, undoing his shirt button by button until the fabric gave way to his toned chest and arms. I'd never seen him without his shirt, so I was surprised to discover so much hidden muscle underneath. He was a strong man, not just in power, but in strength. It was at this moment it occurred to me he was in fact very powerful, the most powerful dark wizard to ever exist. And I was about to have sex with him. Me. Better than that, he wanted me too. This made me feel powerful, it made me want to please him, and make him feel good. 

   Getting onto my knees, I crawled towards him on the bed until I was sitting on my knees directly in front of where he stood. He watched me closely as I raised myself up with my legs to bring my lips near his, but instead of kissing his lips, I went for his neck instead, kissing and biting gently at his skin as I wrapped my arms around him. This seemed to catch him off guard as he sucked in a quick breath, but he allowed me to continue as he brought his hands to my body and felt parts of me. He massaged my breasts as I kissed him, focusing on my nipples which, oddly enough, made the tingles between my legs grow. I gently moaned against him and almost stopped what I was doing to focus on the sinful pleasure he was inflicting upon me. 

No. I wanted to pleasure him. 

   Regaining control of my body, I made the bold decision of bringing my hand down his chest, and below his hips where I gently rubbed him through his trousers, simultaneously biting a little harder into his neck. His fingers dug into me and he let out a deep grunt while I felt him throb and grow against my hand. His reaction gave me a sense of victory, but I wanted more. His breathing was deeper now, and became deeper still as I continued kissing down his chest, going lower and lower and lower. I was nearing the fabric of his stretched trousers when he suddenly wrapped a firm hand around my neck and pulled me back up to his face.