[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Like a white rose? "

Slightly stunned, Riddle remembered that this was the content of a novel read to her before going to bed. The heroine who was mistaken for a prostitute by her sweetheart asked for white roses in a vase instead of money.

Riddle wasn't sure if Fiona was mocking him, but she didn't let him think too much, and said slowly: "If you follow the Muggle newspapers, you will know that several countries signed the agreement in London before our holiday. A declaration of peace, intended to jointly resist the invasion of Germany and other countries."

The topic suddenly became serious, and Riddle listened carefully.

"The long history has proved that there is no unending war in the world. No matter how chaotic the situation is at the beginning, in the end it is a collection of two forces fighting against each other. In the end, the winning side will dominate history. Internal strife under the guise of peace until the next great war comes—there is no peace in the world that never ends."

"How to control a group of wolves that are constantly fighting?" Fiona said with a smile, "Use the wolf king to control the wolf pack, and use another wolf pack to control the wolf king, so that all the wolves think they are fighting for their territory, and they are willing to fight for their territory." Going to death, in fact, is just for captive people to reduce the number of reproduction of the population and facilitate management."

She stretched out her hand, bending her fingers one by one, "There are too many puppets, and the thread cannot control each one. It is enough to grab the few that can determine the life and death of other puppets."

A smile appeared on his face, and Riddle stared at Fiona's calm face with burning eyes.

He almost suspected that the people around him were the psychological projections of his delusions. Otherwise, how could there be people in the world whose thinking was so synchronized with his and coincided with his thinking?

"Then what if someone detects my plot and stops me?" Riddle asked.

"Throw a piece of meat to the wolves and let him take it away, and all the wolves will angrily bite him." Fiona said without thinking.

Riddle laughed loudly, and the flock of birds that were not awakened by his sigh fluttered out of the forest amidst his laughter.

After picking up the broken hairpin blown away by the wind with her fingers and returning it to her ear, Fiona turned to look at the smiling Riddle, paused for a while, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Riddle stood up straight and looked at Fiona, with a pleasant and casual smile in his voice.

His goal was still domination, and his interest, now, was Fiona.

He finally realized that the excitement generated by destroying even the most beautiful and strong things would be far inferior to the thrill and satisfaction that the process of conquering Fiona brought to him.

Fiona didn't respond to his words and the slightly suggestive expression, she just nodded lightly as if understanding, and then said, "Now it's my turn to ask questions."

"You say." Riddle was in a good mood.

"In the last sentence you read at night, there are a few words that I don't quite understand. For example, 'caress', what is it called 'caress'?" Fiona's face was full of pure curiosity.

Riddle: "..."

He suspects that Fiona is teasing him, but he has no proof.

For the seduction with muddy desires between men and women, the demands out of greed and plunder, and the pious love show like a fanatic, he has rich and extremely skilled coping skills, but facing Fiona's seemingly The straightforward words seemed to be serious, but seemed to be teasing after pondering, he was stuck in a hesitation.

"Also, how do you indulge in lust?" She added softly.

The stagnant smile slowly faded.

Strange, thought Riddle, when he doubted a thing, when did he need evidence?

He put his hands on Fiona's shoulders and pulled her body towards him. The railing of the terrace prevented her from falling into his arms, and she instinctively grabbed the railing with both hands for support.

The narrow space between the two terraces was not enough to stop Riddle, his other hand fell on Fiona's head, stroked from her hair to the end of her hair, he stared closely at her eyes, After making sure that he didn't catch any resistance, he stroked one side of her cheek with his palm.

Her skin was a little cold in the night wind, or, it was just that his palm returned to heat in a few seconds.

She raised her face and looked at him quietly. This was not a gesture of submissiveness, but rather an evaluative wait for his further action.

He was watching her, and she was watching him.

This made Riddle's desire to break out of her mask of calm even stronger.

His thumb touched her slightly sunken eyebrows from the stretched eyebrows - it was this place that made her always look calm and thoughtful.Then, it slowly slid across the slender bridge of the nose, and then continued to move in circles from the round nose tip to her lips.

Finally, he pressed against her soft lips slightly, caressed her lip line gently, pressed her lip beads, and fiddled with the corners of her lips until her lips were touched by the heat of his fingers, and changed from slightly cool to cold. Get warm, from thin to full.

And the hand he had originally placed on her shoulder was already firmly gripping her narrow waist.

"That's called caressing," Riddle whispered, his voice hoarse.

Fiona's eyes never dodged, even if there were dark tides surging in the thick black pupils at the end of her line of sight, and there were spider-like legs stretching, plotting, and approaching, she always stared straight at it. His eyes are as clear and pure as the moon hanging above the mountain peak, and it seems that he can fully reveal the unbearable desire buried in the deepest part of him.

"That……"

She opened her mouth, and the thumb lingering on her lips naturally slid in from the gap between the two lips, rubbed her teeth and collided with her wet, hot and soft tongue.

Riddle twitched his nostrils convulsively.

With a knuckle in her mouth, Fiona still calmly asked in a calm tone that kept her out of the way: "—how about indulgence?"

As soon as the words finished, Riddle exerted all his strength, lifted her lightly by holding her waist, turned around and hugged her to the balcony where he was standing, the dressing gown on her body slipped from the terrace and floated onto the water, like Like the foam, it gradually drifts away with the water waves.

Before the dangling braid had time to fall back, Riddle kissed her passionately.

"Close your eyes!" he said vaguely and fiercely.

The blue eyes obediently hid, trembling slightly under the thin and tight eyelids.

His eyelashes also fluttered, and then he rubbed her lips harder until she realized, or opened her mouth slightly as if in agreement, and he immediately slid in and sucked the tip of her tongue.

The feeling of drunkenness and sluggishness of breathing came at the same time, and even the sound of tsk-tsk water seemed to have countless hooks, which not only scratched the eardrums, but also penetrated into the throat, making people's hearts beat uncontrollably.

Riddle didn't have much experience in this area. After a few limited attempts, he found that the body temperature and smell that didn't belong to him didn't bring joy, but always made him feel sick.As more horcruxes were produced later, his physical desires seemed to be divided and thinned accordingly, and he was also very satisfied that there were no more troubles in this area to distract him.

But now, he couldn't help but suspect that all the lost physical desires in his previous life had actually been secretly accumulated there all the time, until this moment when they erupted violently.

The body was getting hotter and hotter as they kissed each other. Whether it was the exchange of saliva or the scorching breath sprayed on the skin, Riddle didn't feel any discomfort at all. His palms even became greedy for the smoothness when rubbing against Fiona's skin. It felt as if every inch of his flesh was clamoring for hunger, wishing to grow countless tentacles to absorb and bind her.

In this regard, Fiona obviously had no experience, so she quickly blushed because of her shortness of breath, and slid down with her legs limp.

Most people would lean back at this time to gain breathing space. Riddle's hand had already been pressed on the back of her head to cut off her retreat, but she didn't move, just closed her eyes and firmly grasped his arm to stand firm. , drawing a short, sharp breath from between his lips as he shifted positions.

In this way, Riddle didn't dare to press her hard anymore, for fear that she would hold her breath and faint, and pull back her sanity like a tug-of-war, resisting the urge to invade deeper and force her to beg for mercy, and eased it. He made a violent movement, and slowly withdrew, gently and lingeringly sucking and kissing her lower lip, soothing her little by little, and feeding himself greedily.

After a while, Fiona gradually recovered her steady breathing, and she seemed to be relieved from the shock, and slowly opened her eyes.

The shallow layer of water vapor gradually dissipated in the blink of an eye, and Riddle couldn't help but kissed her eyes again, licking a hint of salty taste.

He laughed happily, "Understood?"

"Understood." Fiona's lips were slightly swollen from being sucked, the color was bright red, and her voice was weak, "Is it my turn now?"

"……Um?"

"One time for you, one time for me, isn't it like this?"

Riddle: "..."

Damn you repeat me over and over again, does she think this is teaching too?

Fiona patted his arm, obviously still unable to stand still, but asked softly: "Low your head."

Frozen for a moment, half looking forward to half helplessly, Riddle lowered his head.

"Close your eyes."

"..."

In the darkness, Riddle felt two pieces of soft flesh gently sticking to his lips, and the hot and humid tip of his tongue licked his upper lip jerkyly but without hesitation like a kitten approaching the milk pot, imitating He looks like sucking, licking and biting.

She copied his steps and movements perfectly, which made him very clear what she would do next, what angle and strength she would explore