met free Chapter 238 Tom Marvolo Riddell Castle
Chapter 238 Tom Marvolo Riddell Castle
"Ayers, how about coming home with me tonight?" Riddle whispered in my ear, panting heavily, after we parted our lips.
"Is this your home?" I asked him curiously.
“Yes, this is our home.” Riddle tightened his grip on me, a little nervous, wondering if Ayers would come with him.
"I have to go to school tomorrow, otherwise a lot of people will be looking for me if I disappear." I had suddenly disappeared once before, and they all kept a close eye on me.
"Then I'll send you back to Hogwarts tomorrow." I'll take advantage of every moment I can get rid of you tonight.
"Okay." I prepared to leave.
Riddle happily grabbed me and Apparated away from there, and the place returned to the quiet of nature.
In a strange land where desolation and lushness intertwine, Tom Marvolo Riddle's castle stands proudly, its combination of blue roses and golden yellow creating a bizarre and enchanting scene.
The castle's outer walls are constructed of massive blue stones, which resemble gems drawn from the deep sea by a thousand years of ethereal light, radiating a cool blue glow. Golden moss grows tenaciously in the cracks of the walls, like wisps of flame, even more dazzling against the blue light.
The castle's silhouette resembles a giant beast from ancient legends, with sharp angles and an innate majesty.
The castle gate is made of heavy blue metal, with intricate gold patterns carved on its surface, outlining lifelike rose designs.
Each rose seems to possess a life of its own, with golden stamens peeking out from the blue petals, shimmering with a mysterious light.
The door knocker consists of two large sapphires surrounded by an exquisite gold border. A strange electric current flows through the fingertips when touched lightly.
Riddle took my hand and we walked into the castle; the spacious hall was breathtaking.
The ceiling was extremely high, supported by several blue crystal pillars. Inside the crystal pillars, light flowed like liquid gold, the light intertwining and shimmering, like nebulae flowing in the universe.
The floor is paved with blue and gold marble, forming intricate and delicate patterns, as if telling an ancient magical story.
In the center of the hall, a huge golden chandelier hangs down, inlaid with blue gemstones. The light shines through the gemstones, illuminating the surroundings in a dreamy blue-gold hue.
Huge oil paintings hang on the walls, their frames gleaming in gold, yet their contents are shrouded in mystery: some depict ancient magical rituals, others the battles of fantastical creatures, with blue and gold colliding within the paintings to create a powerful visual impact.
Ascending the wide blue stone steps, the handrails are made of exquisite golden vines, on which blue roses bloom, and the dewdrops on the petals refract colorful light.
Each step is edged with gold lines, echoing the blue silk curtains hanging above.
The castle towers pierce the sky, with a blue flag with gold flowers fluttering in the wind atop them.
From the tower, the castle is surrounded by a vast blue rose garden, with golden paths winding through the flowers like golden threads dividing the blue ocean.
The garden also features a golden fountain, its water as clear as blue sapphires, shimmering with golden droplets under the sunlight and emitting a captivating fragrance.
This castle, adorned with blue roses and gold, is both magnificent and sinister, beautiful yet mysterious, much like Tom Marvolo Riddle's complex and dangerous soul. It exudes a unique charm that is both irresistible and awe-inspiring, quietly narrating a dark and glorious tale.
"Hahaha, it's hard to believe you actually built a castle like this according to my preferences." From the moment I saw the castle, I couldn't suppress the smile on my face.
“I like anything you like,” Riddle said with a smile, wrapping his arm around my waist as we slowly toured the place.
"Not bad, I like it very much." These are all colors I like, I feel bad for Riddle.
"It's getting late, shall we go take a shower?" Riddle didn't seem to mind; as long as I liked it, he was fine with it.
"Let's go then, I'm a little tired too." I slung myself over Riddle, not wanting to walk anymore.
Riddle's eyes were full of doting affection as he carried the person in his arms directly towards the underground hot spring pool.
"We're here." Riddle said, taking off his shoes and socks while carrying me, and also taking off my coat and shoes and socks while he was carrying me, and walking step by step toward the blood-red hot spring.
A misty haze enveloped the entire hot spring pool, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. The hot spring water shimmered with an unusual color, a striking red that seemed to have been soaked in blood.
Riddle held me tightly, his arms strong and powerful, as if trying to meld me into his body.
Riddle carried me slowly toward the blood-red center of the hot spring, each step taken with utmost care, as if afraid I would fall.
The stone path underfoot was slightly cool, a stark contrast to the warmth permeating the air.
Occasionally, a drop of water would slide down from the rock above, making a "drip" sound that seemed particularly abrupt in the silence.
The water droplets that splashed onto the ground even carried a faint tinge of blood, spreading outwards.
Riddle's breathing was right next to my ear, steady and powerful.
His breath gently brushed against my cheek, making me feel a little more alert from my exhaustion.
"Ayers, wake up and take a shower," he said softly, his voice deep and gentle, with a hint of doting.
We finally arrived at the hot spring pool.
The crimson hot spring churned in the mist, steaming and emitting a faint rose fragrance.
Once I came to my senses, I instinctively raised my arms and wrapped them around Riddle's neck, resting my head directly on his neck.
Riddle looked down at me, his eyes full of tenderness.
He gently lifted my face and pressed his forehead against mine. "Looks like you're really exhausted today," he said.
Then, he held me and we slowly soaked into the hot spring water.
The hot spring water enveloped our bodies, carrying a peculiar temperature—neither too hot nor too cold—that made me feel incredibly comfortable.
However, it's not very comfortable when the clothes you're wearing get wet and stick to your body.
Riddle wrapped one arm around my waist and used the other to take off my clothes.
The hot spring water gradually rose above our chests, and I, clinging to him, gradually stood in the water, soaking in the hot spring while enjoying the services he provided.
It's so convenient that I don't have to take my clothes off myself anymore!
I've regained some of my senses now, and I look around curiously.
It turns out that Riddle had somehow acquired a bunch of rubies to decorate the area around the bath.
Under the light of the torches on the wall, the hot spring appeared as red as a pool of blood.
"Riddle, how many rubies did you put in here?" Looking around, it was truly luxurious; who builds a hot spring pool like this?
Riddle silently undressed me, and then took off his own clothes.
Then, carried by the water, he floated over and hugged me tightly, his gaze never leaving me.
In this blood-red hot spring, we seemed to be isolated from the world, with only each other existing.
Everything around me became blurry, except for the lover's embrace, which felt real and warm.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, and the fog dispersed slightly.
I saw some small ventilation holes at the edge of the hot spring pool.
Fortunately, we have some common sense, at least we won't get dizzy from the heat here.
“Your brother and I got this, and we figured you’d like it, so we had it modified for use in this hot spring.” Riddle pulled me into his arms.
“Riddle~ you still haven’t told me what kind of underground activities you and my brother and I were up to at Hogwarts this time?” I wrapped my arms around Riddle’s neck and playfully stroked his Adam’s apple.
“Ayers, do you know how sensitive this spot is?” Riddle grabbed my fidgeting hand, his voice low and trembling.
“I have it myself, how could I not know this place is sensitive? But Riddle, you’re quite tolerant.” I smiled as I looked at Riddle, whose eyes were now flashing red.
“Ayers, it’s not that I can tolerate it, but that I don’t want to hurt you. I won’t do anything reckless without your permission.” Riddle, without his split soul, was truly rational and very self-disciplined.
I really raised this child all along. Looking back on the past, Riddle really respected my wishes.
I reached out and touched his face. As Riddle covered his face with my hand, he closed his eyes, pulled me tightly into his arms, and rested his head on my neck.
"I agree," I whispered in his ear after we hugged for a long time.
"Really?" Riddle hadn't quite processed what I'd just said. When he realized what I'd just said, he grabbed my arms, pushed me away, and looked at my face, asking uncertainly.
“I agree,” I said again.
Then Riddle's facial expression changed rapidly, and in an instant he hugged me and pulled me to the edge of the hot spring.
The hot spring pool was filled with steam, and the water vapor spread around like a soft veil.
The warm spring water rippled gently, making a soft sound, as if it were humming an ambiguous song.
Riddle pressed me tightly against the edge of the hot spring pool, and when I looked up, I met his deep and burning eyes.
He leaned down slightly, his body enveloping me, exuding an irresistible aura.
The distance between us instantly closed, and I could clearly feel his rapid breathing. His warm breath gently brushed against my face, causing my cheeks to involuntarily flush red.
His gaze was fixed on me, filled with endless affection and longing, as if he wanted to see right through my soul.
He slowly raised his other hand and gently placed it on my cheek, his movements as tender as if he were handling an extremely precious treasure.
The fingertips gently caressed my skin, bringing a tingling sensation that spread from my cheeks all the way to my heart.
Then, he slowly lowered his head, and his lips gradually approached mine.
My heart suddenly started racing, as if it was about to jump out of my throat.
The moment his lips finally touched mine, time seemed to freeze.
It was an extremely soft yet powerful touch, which spread throughout my body as quickly as an electric current.
His kiss was initially gentle and delicate, like carefully exploring an unknown treasure, cautious yet full of affection.
His lips lingered on mine, each movement filled with endless longing.
I closed my eyes slightly, immersed in this sweet moment, and unconsciously gripped his arm tightly with both hands.
As their emotions intensified, the kiss became increasingly passionate and intense.
He held me tightly, as if trying to meld me into his body.
Our breaths mingled together, indistinguishable from one another.
The water in the hot spring pool continued to ripple gently, as if cheering for our passionate love.
At this moment, it was just the two of us, bound together by this passionate kiss. Beside the steaming hot spring, we used a kiss to express our deep love for each other, letting this feeling spread infinitely in the warm atmosphere…
"Ayers, I won't let you off this time." After a long while, our lips finally parted, both of us slightly out of breath.
Koridel, taking advantage of his height, pressed me tightly into his arms.
She wasn't someone who had never experienced sex before, and she knew what Riddle was going to do next. It wasn't that she couldn't accept being on the bottom; it all depended on the person in front of her. If she wasn't satisfied, there wouldn't be a next time.
“Riddle, I want to see how you perform~” I answered truthfully.
But when Riddle heard this, he seemed to have been sucked blood. His eyes turned red, and he picked me up, making me hang on him as we walked out of the hot spring and headed towards the nearest room.
The next day, sunlight gently streamed through the gaps in the curtains, bathing the cozy bedroom in its warmth.
I slowly awoke, still savoring the lingering warmth of our love. Riddle was still fast asleep beside me, a contented smile on his face.
I gazed at him quietly, my heart filled with tenderness.
Looking back on last night, it was a feast where soul and body merged. We released ourselves completely in love; every embrace, every kiss, seemed to tightly connect our hearts.
His eyes shimmered with a hazy light in the candlelight, a testament to his endless longing and love for me.
I couldn't help but gently reach out, my fingertips touching his skin, and a ripple of emotion surged through my heart as if I were being electrocuted.
I got up, put on a coat, and tiptoed to the window to draw back the curtains.
The world outside the window is bathed in sunshine, and birds are singing merrily on the branches, seemingly cheering for our love.
A new day begins with hope and beauty.
Looking back on every moment of our acquaintance, friendship, and love, I am filled with emotion.
From our first meeting to our time together, every memory is filled with sweetness and warmth.
Last night's torrential rain was not just a physical union, but also a profound connection of souls.
I went back to the bedside, lay down again, and gently slipped back into the covers. Suddenly, he pulled me into his arms.
His deep voice rang out, and he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with the confusion and bewilderment of someone just waking up. When he saw me, a radiant smile bloomed on his lips.
That smile was like sunlight piercing through the clouds, shining straight into my heart.
"Good morning," he said softly, his voice tinged with a hint of languor and sweetness.
"Good morning," I replied, placing a deep kiss on his lips.