Title: Tom Riddle and The Basilisk
Category: Dark Objects
Length: 450
Rated: Hard R
Tom Riddle and The Basilisk
“Open.” The venom poured from the fang into the vial, and Tom Riddle applied the stopper. The giant basilisk looked at him and preened, as if she knew her Master was pleased.
Tom turned to his lover and silently gave her the bottle. The venom shimmered iridescent in the glass. “This is the last component for the ritual.” He looked at her with fervent elation. “Tonight, all our labours will be rewarded. Tonight, all our dreams become reality.”
The young woman shivered with joy and desire. For weeks now they had planned and searched, and now the time had come. He had promised her eternal youth and beauty, and he kept all of his promises. They were to become immortal together.
Two drops of venom were initially placed into the cauldron, along with the ingredients they’d painstakingly gathered. Some of the components had to be taken with force in the end, and the blood spilt during their acquisition was added to the potion to strengthen it.
She stirred the wooden paddle counter-clockwise as Tom re-read the ancient text for the Eternus Videcor potion and its accompanying ritual. He smiled as he chanted the rite which granted them eternal life and youth, and as his lovely bride removed her robe, Tom gazed at her in undisguised desire.
“Soon, my love,” he smiled, as she stepped into the swirling cauldron, shuddering at the sensation of being surrounded by so much power, so much darkness. She closed her eyes as her lover removed his robes, and took his swollen member in hand.
Tom chanted the ancient words, pronouncing them with skill and precision. As he stroked his rigid cock, he envisioned his lover, eternally beautiful, standing proudly at his side as his powers manifested.
Lesser mortals would kneel at his feet in reverent adoration. They would worship him, Tom Riddle; and through him, they would worship her as well.
The image of these wizards and witches bowing to him was enough to tip him over the edge. Tom cried out in rapture as he came, spraying his semen onto the creamy breasts of his beautiful companion.
As she cried out in ecstasy, Tom gasped the final words of the ritual, pouring the remainder of the basilisk’s venom onto her waiting body. It entwined and partnered his issue in rivulets, over her sweat-sheened torso.
She was the last ingredient.
When the ritual reached its climax, she rose from the cauldron, flawless, staggeringly beautiful. She looked at him, uncertain and full of confused doubt.
“Did it work? Oh, yes,” he sighed, ecstatically. “You are perfection.” He held out his arms. “Come to me my love, my beauty.”
She caressed him, and he shivered. “My Nagini.”
Teddy Raye 