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He watched from the dark.

The female did not know him. She was out of reach, for he was human and she was not. He was filled with innocence and curiosity that was intrinsic to his explorer's soul. He was kind and loyal, caring... Gentle.

She was none of those things.

She was anything but innocent.

She was covered with blood, hatred and viciousness. Still, as his green eyes took her form, he could not help but long for her touch. He wondered how her tanned skin would feel against his pale white hands that had started to itch, begging for contact.

As his heart raced, the back of his mind censored his behavior. He knew better. He read about her kind profusely and still he let himself be trapped.

She moved, her bare feet hovering an inch above the ground. She floated in sync with all nature surrounding her. He thought she did not notice him and so he stood, hidden in the dark, watching as she got the frail white gown loose. It fell to her ankles and his eyes widened at he sight of the gloriousness of her naked body.

His palms sweated and inside his stomach, butterflies caused havoc. He kept silent, nervous.

He hoped she did not notice him.

She moved slowly and her feet finally touched the cool water, making her nipples react. All of her exotic beauty reflected on the surface of the lake, but he missed the evil glint in her eyes.

He was far in the dark.

As she bathed in the pure waters, alien thoughts began to race through his mind, as if he was not himself anymore. He was handsome. Strong. Brave. He was a pureblood. He was better than most. She would be impressed. She would fear him. She would love him.

With these foreign, dark thoughts clouding his mind, he began to strip his clothes. Her aura clouded his own and poisoned him with feelings and thoughts that did not belong to him at all... As for that moment, he was not Newt Scamander anymore.

He was simply hers to take.

His eyes never left her body; he was sure he would have her. He walked out of darkness towards her, under the pale moonlight. She gave no sign of acknowledging his presence.

He joined her in water and his hands were stable as he grabbed her hips and brought her body harshly to his own, something he would never do in his normal state of mind; it was enough for her to feel his arousal. She was light on his hands, her weight felt like nothing. Her skin was smooth and cold like marble.

She turned then, facing him. Her eyes were pure white, like moonlight. Her full lips curled into a sly smile and her hands travelled up his arms. He felt a chill up his spine that dissolved when she cupped his cheek, almost tenderly.

A warm, pleasant feeling filled his body. He looked at her in confusion. The smile left her lips and she stared at his green orbs, her hand slipped into his own and pulled him to where the lake was deeper, enough to reach his chest. She was shorter and the water caressed her shoulders. She looked up, her arms folded around his neck and she pushed herself up, folding her legs around him. Her sweet voice has finally heard as she moaned softly to his ear. He sighed and his arms encircled her small form, her breasts pressing against his chest.

As he took her, he felt he could be anything, do anything. The knowledge and power he had before could never compare to what he would have then. He would have it all. He would be invincible, as long as he had her, as long as he had that goddess by his side.

Again, he missed that glint in her eyes. He was hers. His soul belonged to her and for her he would be glorious. He failed to care as she bit his bottom lip; his blood tasted sweet to her tongue as they kissed. His soul was shining brighter than the Sun. She bathed with his light. He was weak before her.