The Girl from Azkaban ~ Tom Riddle (18+)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗

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On the same day that Tom and Taraphina had happily taken possession of the diadem, they rode back the same way until they came to the small cliff where they had already rested the previous night. Tom had taken Taraphina's horse with him as a hand horse and had Taraphina walk beside him in her panther form. He wanted to make sure that any wounds she might have sustained during the two fights had healed before he changed her back.

Now she sat before him in her panther form; completely adorned in black fur and he was allowed to admire her beauty - in both forms. She held her head high like a queen, a queen who did not shy away from violence. She looked proud and majestic and that made Tom all the happier. He knew that he was the one who had complete power over her. He knew what she was capable of. She had killed two magical creatures today and with an ease he never expected in such a fight. In black, she was exactly what he needed to push through his plans. To gain respect, to gain power.

"Parce, valedixit, et dimissis puero hoc".

"Parce, valedixit, et dimissis puero hoc".

"Parce, valedixit, et dimissis puero hoc".

There she was. On her knees in front of him on the floor. Her green eyes sparkled at him like a puppy's. She looked innocent, even though she had just left her dark shell and was now completely naked, sitting in front of him. She was lucky to have such a wonderful dark mane, long enough to cover all her private parts. So Tom was left only with his imagination and his memory. Her pale skin shimmered in the dim candlelight, intently watching him.

Tom put his right hand to her chin and traced the contour of her cheek with his thumb. Lovingly, he bent down to press a kiss to her forehead and then to her delicate lips.

He knew she wanted more, he could already tell when she tried to push herself up to him to build up more tension. But he had plans and for those he needed her full of energy tomorrow. He let her deepen the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as she did so, lifting her into the air with one hand under her knees and one at her back.

He walked over to the large bed and carefully laid Taraphina down on her right side. Her hands reached for his hair, wanting to pull him down closer to her, but when she realised that Tom was ehr trying to free himself from her grip, she stopped. Tom looked into her big lost eyes and looked almost directly into her head, seeing a thousand question marks buzzing around.

He put a hand to her cheek and pressed another kiss to her forehead, "Not tonight my love."

Tara already pushed her bottom lip forward a tiny bit, she didn't think Tom would notice yet, but he did. He went to press a soft kiss of compensation against her lips, but the young witch turned away from him. She pulled the white blanket over her body and turned her back to Tom.

Tom couldn't suppress a giggle, her childish ways still came through now and then and he had to admit it amused him greatly. With a small smile in his weight, he began to undo the buttons of his shirt and then slipped the white piece of fabric off his strong shoulders. He stripped off the rest of his clothes except for his boxers and then dropped into bed beside Taraphina.

He kissed her shoulder and put an arm around her waist and soon she was cuddled close to him in his arms again, although she had sworn not to give in this time.
For some time they both lay quietly, Tom thinking that Taraphina had already fallen asleep, but then she began to inquire, "Why not today?"

"I want you to rest," he said simply, but as already expected, that was not enough of an answer for the girl.

"Why?"