Both obsessed/Tom Riddle (completed)

027 Enough to feed the village.

They made their way to the Chamber kitchen, where Tom had gathered every piece of raw meat he could find—raw beef, chicken, anything that would satisfy Ernesh's hunger. But it wasn't enough. Ernesh's hunger had gone beyond any ordinary need. His face was pale, his body twitching with hunger, and Tom knew, in that moment, that only one thing would suffice.

Ernesh needed blood. Real blood.

As he set the meat before Ernesh, the hunger in Ernesh's eyes became undeniable. He looked up at Tom, his gaze predatory, feral.

"Tom..." Ernesh's voice was thick with a need that sent shivers down Tom's spine. "I need... more." His lips twitched into a smile, stained with the blood he had already consumed. "I need you."

Tom froze, his heart racing in his chest. He could feel the air between them crackle with dark energy, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. Without a word, Tom placed a protective spell on himself, ensuring that he wouldn't lose too much blood, wouldn't die from what was about to happen. He was prepared for this, for the pain and the pleasure that would surely follow.

Ernesh's eyes gleamed with dark hunger as he approached, his lips parted, fangs elongating. He leaned in, his breath warm against Tom's skin, and in one swift motion, Ernesh sank his teeth into Tom's neck.

The sensation was electric. Pain and pleasure merged as Ernesh fed, the blood flowing freely from Tom's neck. The world around them blurred as Tom's mind spun. Every inch of his body felt alive with the sensation, and the magic between them—dark and intimate—flooded through him. He could feel Ernesh's strength returning, the bond between them growing deeper with every drop of blood.

Tom moaned softly, his fingers digging into Ernesh's shoulders as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. It was too much, too intoxicating, and yet, he didn't want it to stop. They were undone by it—their connection, their magic, their hunger.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ernesh pulled away, his lips stained with Tom's blood. He looked down at Tom, his eyes filled with a dark satisfaction.

Tom's breathing was ragged, his body shaking from the intensity of what they had just shared. But despite the overwhelming sensations, he knew one thing for certain: they were bound by blood, by magic, by something far darker and deeper than anything either of them had ever known. And there was no turning back now.

It was in the middle of one such night, when the darkness hung heavily around them, that Ernesh stirred beside Tom. There was no real sound, no overt movement, but Tom could feel it—the air had shifted, thickened. He could hear the subtle rustling of sheets, the soft intake of breath that spoke volumes.

Tom's eyes fluttered open in the darkness. The room was cold, as though the walls themselves had absorbed the chill of the night. He could sense something else, something primal stirring just beneath the surface. Ernesh was awake, but it wasn't the usual restless shift he was used to. This felt different—urgent, hungry.

"What is it?" Tom's voice was low, still heavy with sleep, but it carried an edge. He knew that tone, that restless energy that filled the air when Ernesh's need, his hunger, began to build.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. The kind of silence that made Tom's heart beat in anticipation, that made the shadows stretch unnaturally long across the room. Then, without warning, Ernesh shifted, his form moving swiftly as though drawn to something in the dark. Tom's breath caught in his throat as Ernesh pounced onto the bed, his body straddling Tom's, his face mere inches from his.

Tom could feel Ernesh's warmth, the shiver of breath against his skin, and yet there was something off—something wild. Ernesh's eyes gleamed in the dim light, pupils blown wide, as his tongue flicked out, tasting the air like a serpent sensing its prey. He slid his tongue along Tom's neck, slow and deliberate, a cold shudder of something darker running through Tom's body at the sensation.