Heirs of darkness

Red room(5)

They had toured the grand rooms on the first and second floors, each one filled with a sense of grandeur and elegance that spoke of the Black family's wealth and legacy. But now, they stood in front of a small, unassuming door on the third floor.

The door was ordinary, almost forgettable, but Aurora knew it all too well. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers brushing against the handle as she took a deep breath. Theo, sensing her unease, placed a gentle hand on her back. His touch grounded her, reminding her that she wasn't alone.

"What's in this room?" Theo asked, his voice soft, filled with genuine concern.

Aurora turned to look at him, her expression a mixture of sadness and resolve. "I call it the Red Room," she said quietly. "It's where my grandmother punished me whenever I disobeyed her. She had her own twisted sense of discipline, believing it was the only way to keep me 'pure' and in line with the Black family's ideals. It was her way of making sure I was worthy of the Black name."

Theo's eyes darkened with anger at the thought of Aurora being hurt, especially by her own flesh and blood. He knew Walburga Black had been a strict and unforgiving woman, but the idea of her torturing Aurora in this very room made his blood boil. "You don't have to go in there if you don't want to," he offered, his voice laced with protective concern.

Aurora shook her head, her resolve hardening. "No, I need to do this. I've let this room have power over me for too long. It's time to take that power back."

Theo nodded, his hand still on her back, offering silent support. Together, they pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The room was small, with dark wood paneling and a single, narrow window that allowed only a sliver of light to filter in. The air was cold, almost suffocating, as if the room itself remembered the pain and fear that had been inflicted within its walls. A simple wooden table stood in the center of the room, its surface scarred and worn from years of use. Aurora's heart clenched at the sight of it.

"This is where she would punish me," Aurora whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "She'd make me kneel on the floor, sometimes for hours, while she cast spells on me. Cruciatus, most often. She wanted to break me, to mold me into something she could control."

Theo's heart ached for Aurora, for the pain she had endured as a child. He could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she was trying to hold herself together in the face of such dark memories. He couldn't erase the past, but he could help her create new memories ones filled with love, care, and tenderness.

Gently, Theo turned Aurora to face him. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to form in her eyes. "I'm here," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering sincerity. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We'll reclaim this room together."

Aurora looked into his eyes, her heart swelling with gratitude and affection. She had always been strong, but with Theo by her side, she felt invincible. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him into a kiss. It was a kiss filled with a mix of desperation and hope, a need to replace the darkness with something bright and beautiful.

Theo kissed her back, his hands moving to her waist, holding her close. The kiss deepened, their emotions pouring into each other as they sought comfort and solace in their connection. Aurora's hands moved to the buttons of Theo's shirt, her fingers trembling slightly as she undid them, one by one. She needed to feel him, to be as close to him as possible.

As they broke the kiss, Theo's eyes softened as he gazed at Aurora. He could see the vulnerability in her expression, but he also saw a strength that had carried her through the darkest times. "Aurora," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm going to make sure the only memories you have of this room are of us, together."

Aurora nodded, her heart swelling with love for the man in front of her. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. "Then make me forget," she whispered back, her voice trembling with anticipation and longing.

Theo smiled softly, his hands moving to the hem of Aurora's dress. With a tenderness that belied the intensity of their emotions, he lifted the dress over her head, leaving her bare before him. He took a moment to admire her, to let her see the love and desire in his eyes.

Aurora's breath hitched at his touch, her body responding eagerly to him. She reached for his trousers, undoing the belt and pushing them down, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. Theo helped her, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of the rest of his clothes. When they were both naked, he pulled her close, their bodies pressed together as they shared a kiss that was both tender and passionate.

Theo gently guided Aurora to the table in the center of the room, lifting her onto it. The cold wood against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, but Theo was there, his warmth enveloping her. He knelt between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs as he kissed his way along her inner thigh. Aurora's breath caught in her throat as he moved closer to her center, his touch electrifying.

Theo's lips found her core, and Aurora gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as pleasure surged through her. He was thorough, his tongue and fingers working together to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. Every time she thought she couldn't take any more, he would push her further, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling with need.

Aurora's head fell back, her eyes closed as she let herself get lost in the sensation. She had never felt anything like this so intense, so consuming. Theo was relentless, his focus entirely on her, on making her feel cherished and loved. When she finally came, it was with a cry of pure bliss, her body shaking with the force of it.

Theo didn't stop there. He continued to worship her with his mouth and hands, coaxing a second orgasm from her before she could even catch her breath. Aurora's mind was a haze of pleasure, the memories of the past completely drowned out by the overwhelming sensations Theo was giving her.

When he finally rose, his lips glistening from his efforts, Aurora pulled him up for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. "You're incredible," she breathed, her voice filled with awe and gratitude.

Theo smiled against her lips, his hands roaming over her body as he positioned himself behind her. "I'm not done yet," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. He guided her to her hands and knees, her body arching as she braced herself against the table.

The first thrust was slow, almost teasing, as Theo allowed her to adjust to him. Aurora moaned, her body responding eagerly as he began to move, his pace deliberate and controlled. He was determined to take his time, to make this moment last as long as possible.

The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the soft gasps and moans echoing off the walls. Aurora's mind was lost in the sensation, the pleasure building with each thrust. She could feel Theo's hands on her hips, holding her steady as he drove into her with increasing intensity.

Aurora's body tensed as she felt another orgasm approaching, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. Theo could feel it too, and he pushed her over the edge with a final, deep thrust. Aurora cried out, her body convulsing with the force of her release as Theo followed, his own climax ripping through him.

They collapsed together on the table, their bodies spent and sated. Theo wrapped his arms around Aurora, pulling her close as they caught their breath. The air around them was filled with a new sense of peace, the shadows of the past finally banished from the room.

Aurora turned her head to look at Theo, her expression one of pure contentment. "You did it," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "You've made this room ours."

Theo smiled, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I told you I would," he replied, his voice warm and filled with love.

They lay there together for a long time, savoring the moment. Eventually, they dressed, their movements slow and languid as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Theo wrapped his arm around Aurora as they left the room, closing the door behind them.

As they walked down the hallway, hand in hand, Aurora glanced back at the closed door of the Red Room. The memories that had haunted her for so long were now replaced with something beautiful something that belonged to her and Theo alone.

And as they stepped into the light of the hallway, Aurora knew that the darkness of her past no longer held any power over her. She was free.