AN: This is the penultimate chapter, the Tomily scene that the prompt was about. What he marks her with and the subtle changes of thinking she has wrought upon the members thereof... Thank you, JK Rowling, for allowing us to play with your worlds and characters.

TRIGGERS: Smut, infedility, implied!Foursome, Gray!Lily. Virile Tom!

Enraptured Release

Perilous Passions

We shall come to set the dolphins free
We shall wash the darkened blood-red sea,
Our songs will echo over the mountains and seas

"Firstly," he twirled his wand and she felt the clothes crawl off her body, watched them fold on a chair – she was still masked and made up. "Ah, that is better," she dares not turn around. She was scared of what she would see. "Well, I can understand why Rodolphus was crowing this morning. I can also comprehend why James Potter's heart was broken. You really are quite lovely are you not," his fingertips ghosted along down her spine. "Oh yes, quite beautiful indeed."

She stood still allowing him to peruse her naked body. He stepped to her left and danced the same fingertips over the skin of her hip. She quivered under his teasing touch. He examined the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing patterns quickened under his scrutiny. Her breasts were quite spectacular. She closed her eyes and gulped as he stood in front of her and trailed his hands down the lines of her throat. Squeezing her breasts lightly so as to watch her eyes widen.

"What can I do to you, my Lord?"

"Allow me to worship you first," he whispered. He leant in and brushed the tip of his nose against her jaw before settling his lips just underneath the jawbone, kissing along the soft flesh. Dotting her flesh with delicate presses. The harder he pressed the more she moaned and opened her throat to more attention from him. An attention that he lavished with great abandon. Her moans increased as he built up the heat between them. Petting heavily soon turned into nipping and biting.

"How about we move this to bed, Lily?"

"Yes," she sighed.

He stepped back and took her hand to his lips kissing each of fingertips making sure she looked deeply into his eyes. Labyrinthine corridors leading into rooms of pleasure promised gazed back at her and she followed him to the bed.

"Now, sit on the bed like a good girl," Lily did as she was told. His smirk was a mile wide as he got a good view of her peach like bum wiggling in his field of vision. His hands itched to grab and caress each globe tenderly finding out her g-spots – he wondered if he could give her mark there? Once she was settled she tilted her head awaiting further instruction. "What would you like me to do to you, Lily?" he asked.

"I um like being um licked er..."

"You do not strike me as the type to be shy, Lily," he said as he crawled onto the bed, his hands either side of her body effectively trapping her within his grasp, always keeping eye contact: "Speak clearly what you desire of me to do to make you happy."

Lily lowered her eyes not able to state it with his predatory gleam: "There," she gasped. "I like to be licked down there. At my core."

"Then sit back and allow me to love you with my tongue," he said as he slipped her legs apart. He watched the folds unfurl before him. The aroma that hit his nostrils made him salivate for a taste. He pulled her nether lips further apart. Hooking his arms around her thighs, his fingers gripping onto her hips to make sure she stayed pinned down he licked from the base to the mound, exerting extra pressure on the little pink pearl, he lingered there for a moment before looking up to see her expressive green eyes darken with lust. "You do like it don't you, Lily."

Struck dumb by the feel of his tongue on her core she nodded. Languidly, she reached down to cup his jaw watching him lean in her hand, her fingers twirled his thick black curly locks. She leaned her head back on the mattress and thrust her hips forward begging for more. More he gave. His clever tongue circling patterns, the witch's gasps from above were the sweetest song his ears had ever heard. He stroked his nose along the deepest part of her before attacking with purpose. His mouth swallowed her clit whole, she began to twist and writhe under his ministrations. Her fingers dug deeply into his scalp causing his own flesh to pimple. Tingles shot through down his spine as he continued sucking and licking her. When he was satisfied she was near to coming he pulled back – spread her legs wider and slipped his fingers inside her. She grunted with joy as he furiously encouraged her to come, his own grunts now matched hers – she began contorting in twists and reflexes that would normally be seen on a gymnast. He smirked at her as she bounced around on his three beckoning fingers within.

Her hands had slipped down on his shoulders and gripped tightly pinching and marking his flesh. Never in her life had she felt so tightly wound than she did under this man's tongue and fingers. Suddenly she snapped and yelled out TOM at the top of her voice almost sobbing with relief. A grin the Cheshire Cat would have been proud of adorned his face – chin and lips shimmered with her juices, his fingers practically glistened. His tongue reached around searching for her juices, slowly The Lord licked around his mouth and jaws.

"Suck your come off my fingers," he urged. She gulped but nodded as fingertips drew his hand close to her mouth, allowing her Gryffindor courage to shine through, she engulfed the three digits hungrily sucking them clean, reaching the curves with the tip of her tongue. "That feels good, Lily."

"I am enjoying you, My Lord."

"As I am you," he winked before crashing his lips to hers. Their tongues tangled. She leaned up and to make sure she could take his mouth completely. Her long red mane trailed behind her complimenting the forest green sheets. "You can consume me with your being, Lily," he gasped.

"You are power, my Lord. I am just a little flower in a meadow."

"Ah but you are a strong flower, Lily. One that weathers the storms, one that comes at disaster and still grow through the cracks. You are beautiful in your strength," he licked down her neck to her breasts. He palmed one flicking his tongue over the other before sucking her tit the same way he did her clit moments before. She leaned back. One elbow at an angle, her fingers fiddling about with fine hairs at the nape of his neck. The other arm laid flat by her side as she opened her entire body to him. Her legs widening, he thrust his hips and stroked his length along her causing her to hiss.

Without warning, he gripped her hips and flipped them over, so he was now on his back with Lily straddling his waist above him. She had recovered well and began kissing down his throat, along the centre of his toned body flickering her tongue in and out of his belly button – he groaned – had someone told her that was his weakness? She began spelling Lily with her tongue making the curves land in the centre of the puckered flesh. His hands were in her long thick hair. She continued kissing down his body until her nose met the base of his erection. Gulping she looked up at him cautiously. His hands moved to hold her face in his palms.

"Tit for tat," he said with a twinkle. She smiled and nodded. The head was weeping with pre-cum. She licked tentatively. "Have you done this particular act before?"

"Um, no. J-James thought it was disgusting and Roddy and I did not get around to it."

"You have only been with two people?"

"Three, my Lord."

"Let me guess," he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. "Young Severus?"

"We were each other's firsts," she replied.

"Hmm," said Tom. "In my service, you can have the best of the best. However, you are becoming my concubine. Rodolphus would like you as a permanent lover – despite his big brother speech I know Lucius lusts after you. With me, Lily, you will never be without admirers. Wouldn't you want that?"

"I am no murderer or torturer, My Lord."

"Carnality is also about pleasure. Each of my followers has their own purpose in life," he sighed as he gazed into her eyes, her lips hovering above his turgid tip. "Suck me slow, I like a delicate graze of the teeth from time-to-time and my balls massaged as you are doing so."

She nodded and followed his instructions to the letter. Letting her own judgement fall on how tight she pulled his foreskin, how hard she fondled his testes, how wet she made his length. Having to use her hands as she could not take the whole of him in. It was now her turn for his fingers to be digging into her scalp as he increased the speed at his instruction. Jerking his hips up to get as much of him into her hot mouth as he could. Groaning with the effort. She curled one hand around the base and began pumping furiously. Squeezing tighter. She knew he was near completion. Just as he was about to come he pulled her away from him and flipped her onto her back whilst he knelt on his knees. With a sharp yank, he pulled her forward, driving into her causing her to shout out Godric at the top of her voice.

"TOM!" he exclaimed. "YELL MY NAME OR NONE AT ALL!"

"Tom," she whimpered, tossing her head to the side as he settled himself deep within her. Making sure that when he thrust he would hit her clit so hard it would throb for days. "Tom!"

"Or better yet," he hissed as he gently slipped out of her exposing his wet length inch by sodden inch. "Call me My Lord as I please you, Lily!"

"Please," she gasped.

"Please, what, Lily?"

"Please, my Lord, Bang me hard!"

His pupils flashed red as Lily sighed: "As you wish, Lily."

Suddenly she found herself pounded into the mattress relentlessly by a ruthlessly passionate Dark Lord. Allowing him to dive into her so hard that she became a sobbing wreck, her nub of pleasure was throbbing so painfully in a pleasurable way that she could barely speak. Perspiring so heavily his sweat dripped down his muscled arms and glistened his torso. Lily opened her eyes and noticed it trickle into the planes of his abs. She leaned up and licked his sweat from his body. Revelling in the salty taste. Her tongue tingling as she licked around his nipples, lightly nibbling one then the other. He looked down, watching her worship his body as he did hers. His hand cupped the back of her head as he pulled her off his flesh. Her open mouth was an invite as he drove his tongue inside as deeply as his rod.

Now with all their fluids mingling they gasped, groaned, grunted, panted, and begged each other for release – never had she felt so free, so wild. How could someone who was rumoured to not understand love get passion? Her eyes blown wide when his hand reached between their bodies as he began stroking her, exacerbating her tingling pearl with delicious violence. Her legs circled around his waist allowing him to be swallowed whole by her. His hands gripped her bum to pull her off the mattress as he continued thrusting into her. Soon her body was tingling all over, her centre was wound tight, and she thrust her head back pushing on him as much as he pulling her towards him.

Both had come to such a sense of completion that they felt a transcendence of passion. Of a togetherness. Lights danced behind her eyes as if he had planted stars inside her lids. Their slick bodies causing friction on flesh. Nails dug deep into flesh leaving half-moon crescent shapes in various places of their bodies. Hair now drenched no longer silken locks but sodden strands sticking to their flesh. Black curls found themselves stuck to her belly, her red on his hands and wrists.

Neither wanting to come first – fighting to win the other over first. He was so far gone he hissed in Parseltongue, the hissing sounds pleasing to her ears. He felt his sac tighten as she felt her vagina clamp around his length in a vice like grip. The friction continued building and building and then...

"OH! MY LORD!" she gasped. "THERE, RIGHT THERE, HARDER!" he did. She begged again and again until...

"LILY, LILY, LILY, LI..." he yelled. "...LY!" then he collapsed spilling his seed inside.

"Ah AH ARGH, TOM. TOM! TOM!" she chanted.

They tumbled back down on the sheets a panting mess of spent passion. Their eyes were no longer dilated. Their bodies satiated. Their lusts served.

What are we to do now?" Lily asked as she turned to look at him. "Does our deal still stand?"

"After that, you're lucky I will let you leave this bed to service another man again, Lily Evans."

"May I ask something else of you?"

"You desire your muggle family to be protected, yes?"

"Y-yes, my parents in particular. I love my sister, but I disapprove of her husband."

"I doubt she would like what you have just done, either Lily."

"I lost Petunia's respect the moment I befriended Sev, if I had any in her eyes in the first place."

"Why do you wish to protect someone ungrateful?"

She shifted onto her side carefully as she was sore. One of his hands landed on her hip as he drew her towards him for a hug. He smiled with satisfaction.

"She is my sister – I do have a responsibility to her."

"Her husband by default?"

Lily nodded. "I have already agreed to serve as your concubine – I did feel a connection – or was that just me?"

"I did too, Lily," he said stroking her still wet skin tenderly. "Come on, let us rest, you have had a tiring day. Shopping with Narcissa is not exactly an easy experience. Then all that vigorous dancing. Ending in this... you must be exhausted."

"I am rather, but will you?"

"If it means you get some beauty sleep, yes, I will," he said as he shifted their bodies, so their heads were on the pillows. With wandless magic he brought the sheets over their bodies allowing her to rest her head against his beating heart, "of course I will, my new slave," he murmured as he kissed her temple. "I do hope you will always perform this well."

He lay there staring at the ceiling stroking the witch in his arms listening to her soft breathing as he heard guests leaving. He supposed he should say goodbye, but he thought that Rodolphus and Bellatrix should be allowed to act as Lord and Lady of the Manor.

When he was certain she was deeply asleep he looked down her now not so pristine flesh as his tipped nails had drawn blood as hers had on him. He selfishly healed his own wounds but decided to leave hers. He did think about casting a contraceptive charm on her but shrugged his shoulders. If she fell pregnant he'd at least have a handsome or beautiful heir that was not born of fake lust. He decided the silver serpent, marking her as a concubine, should be on her neck. She would never be able to charm it invisible. Never be able to hide it with make-up. The silver serpent, the one Salazar marked his own concubines – one ironically was Gryffindor's own daughter who turned dark long before Salazar claimed her.

She'd have to shower first though. He would want to do this right – in front of key witnesses – Lucius, Rodolphus and Rabastan. She would be perfectly attired in light green robes, yes, light green he decided. She would be on her knees and when marked her lusts would drive her wild and she would have her pick of Wizards finest before she was to toddle off to be with Severus.

"If she provides me with an heir I shall make her my chief consort."

He rubbed his face with his hand as his dark hair flopped down his brow. His gaze dark, dangerous. He needed to fly. He would teach his heir that too. Stars twinkled in the sky as he wrapped a sheet around his waist and stood by the floor to ceiling window into the garden shrouded in night with white, gold, silver and orange fairies flittering along the hedgerows and flowers making sure the magical properties were being fed well.

No wonder she came to me for a good time, he thought with a smirk. Someone as unique as her, would have bored of Potter before long. Indeed, he'd have to find an acceptable way to thank Severus for bringing her to him. Though, he thought bitterly, that any offer might go down with surly ingratitude and a: Thank you, but no thank you. Oh well, he sighed, she'd be Severus' the majority of the time. Lucky git. He was the Dark Lord. If it could prove... yes, he smirked as he slipped on a pair of silk black boxers and a robe over his body. He commanded the windows open with a quick twist of his wrist, he closed his eyes, centred his soul and took flight in the cool air.

Lily stirred in her bed and turned over shivering though not knowing why. She was dreaming of baring a child. A handsome boy with curly black hair and green eyes – a girl with wild chestnut curls and Severus' black orbs – skipping along and playing with each other. Then the happy family fantasy became nightmarish as an image of red eyes drowned her vision. Skeletal hands gripped her shoulders as a nose less being tried to press his lips against her: "You're mine, Lily. All mine! Severus has died. Your children belong to me..." distressed but unable to wake up, Lily thrashed against the sheets.

Then out of this man's mouth a snake slithered out. A strange looking black mamba with cold eyes and grey forked tongue flickering in and out: "Be mine in this form. Be mine now. You owe me..."

"No," she gasped. "No, I don't!"

"The Dark Lord has done wonders for you, Lily. Look at yourself, turn to look in the reflection of the dark ice."

She did. She found her eyes were slits, her nose was flatter but not completely gone, her lips thin her flesh had iridescent scales shimmering the way water does in oil. Her hair piled and arranged around her shoulders exposing her wantonly naked body.

"This is not me – not me at all. No, I refuse to accept this is me."

The setting of her dream changed to hall of mirrors – she stood in front of one as a spotlight fell on her – the mirrors showing the same as the dark ice. She turned around the other mirror showed the same. "You lie!" she yelled hitting her fist against it.

That was when she saw her hand – little scales were decorating the base of each digit – edging down to the base of her wrist in a gradient of greens, silvers, reds and golds. It would have been quite a pretty stage effect, but she felt threatened by the creepy additions: "YOU ALL LIE! I AM A LION NOT A SNAKE. I HAVE A LIONS ROAR. A LIONS STRENGTH. A LIONS LOYALTY. A LIONS PASSION. A LIONS PROTECTIVE STREAK. I. Am. Not. A. Snake!"

Suddenly she was turned into a child at school where she sat on the floor on her knees – being circled by boys and girls who threw mud pies at her, dirtying her as they taunted: "Freak, freeeaak, freak, freak! Muddy little freak. So filthy she can't clean her clothes," she was helpless against their attacks and crouched, sobbing on the floor, the other children relentlessly attacking her. "Oh, she's crying!" a boy jeered. A boy who looked like Severus. "GET UP YOU SNIVELLING TWIT!" he yelled to raucous laughter.

"Not a snivelling twit," she managed to get out. "I am not a snivelling twit. I am not a serpent. I am not a..."

Then she felt a light slapping on her cheeks. She woke up to find Narcissa looking down on her with concern. Without knowing why Lily bundled Narcissa in a hug – the blonde witch held Lily close.

"You screamed so vehemently I thought you had displeased our Lord."

"No, no, that went well," Lily shivered as the windows were flung wide open. "I was having a nightmare that is all."

"Some nightmare, it woke me up. Come on, let's help you to the baths, yes?"

"Please do."

"Biddy," Narcissa said.

The helpful elf cracked into the room: "What can I's be doing Miss Cissa?"

"Please help Miss Evans bathe. She must be clean and comforted."

"Yes, Miss Cissa," the elf bowed as she entered Tom's bathroom.

"What time is it?"

"3 AM," Narcissa said. "Do not worry, the morning after the festivities we tend to lounge and not do much, so do not think you are ruining my beauty sleep."

"You need to sleep though," Lily sighed. "Keep care of your little one."

Narcissa smiled: "Do not worry, once a witch finally conceives the magic in our core adds an extra protective layer around the womb. Only if our magic is compromised do we lose our unborn."

"Or squibs are born I suppose," Lily said drowsily. She needed the bath. Her muscles were sore, and she was certain come crusted thighs were quite unattractive.

"Bath is runs to Biddy's satisfaction," the elf said.

She allowed Narcissa to lead her to the bathroom. This suite if stacked on top of each other would be the size of her house. How the other half lives: she could hear her father sigh if he saw this.

"Tut-tut – the Lord doings the innie outie agains I sees. As did yous madam."

"Elves are quite old-fashioned," Narcissa giggled. "Innie outie is how they refer to sexual relations."

Lily blushed as the elf clicked her fingers and lifted Lily up off the floor and controlled her to hover over the bath. She could smell lavender, sandalwood, chamomile and sopophorous bean oil to help relax and calm her. Tea light candles surrounded the edge of the bathtub, she allowed the scent of patchouli and leather to warm her. Biddy began rubbing her body with Lavender oils.

"Dippy dips your hair, Miss."

Lily, almost limp with pleasure of another sort, slipped into the water – drenching her hair. Narcissa offered the elf use of her Lily-of-the-valley scented shampoo and coconut oil for her face. She smiled as felt elves wash her hair from the sprays. The make-up turned the water black as they scrubbed it off. They exfoliated her skin to get the dried sweat off properly. Lily thought that layers of skin were being removed but she felt better for it all to go. HIS seed had settled within her by now, so she just gently wiped off what she could.

"Biddy be's getting yous a hot chocolate miss," the elf said whilst another silent one held out a giant black fluffy towel for her to step into. They had it tight around her body. It was about now that he returned from his flight.

"What is wrong, Narcissa, you are not ill are you?"

"Not me, my Lord. Lily had a vividly violent nightmare – she needed a bath to calm her since she was in a strange room on her own."

"Thank you for taking care of her, Narcissa. You may go now," he was relieved her face was now clear of make-up. The blonde curtsied then elegantly swept out of the room like she'd never been here. "Can we talk about this nightmare, Lily?"

"No, it was silly." she sighed as she sank down on the bed. She realised she had no nightwear to slip on. He smirked as he read that mundane thought. He opened his wardrobe and brought out a loose white oxford shirt and she slipped it over her head. Biddy popped in with a big glass of hot chocolate, topped with melting marshmallows and sprinkled with cinnamon.

"Elves have been told not to wake Missy. When Miss awakes, calls for Biddy. I shall reshapes your fingertips tomorrow morning."

"In that case Biddy, Lily shall have shimmering light green silken robes and no shoes – she is to be presented with an autumnal flower wreath – she is to be given the mark of the concubine."

"Yes, my Lords," Biddy said as she curtsied.

"I suggest a light breakfast of soft boiled eggs, soldiers and a cup of tea."

"Why, will it be painful?"

He did not answer her question, but he did enjoy watching her sitting on the bed, delicately sipping the hot chocolate that she found out with first taste that there was some kind of alcohol in it. For what she did not know but she thanked the elf none-the-less.

When she had finished the drink she suddenly understood the reason for the alcohol as it masked the taste of a calming draught that was also present. Immediately Lily collapsed back onto the bed, fresh clean linens she noticed. That was obviously taken care of when she was being bathed. Her last conscious thought was rather oddly: This better not affect the baby.

Well, she whimpered as Autumn's bright sun streamed into the room waking her up, her head throbbed as did her clit – that might have something to do with the man underneath the sheets using a unique method for waking her up. She lifted the sheets and gasped as she saw the white blond head of Lucius Malfoy down there servicing her.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"You," was his confident reply.

"I'll scream for Narcissa."

"She'll only watch," Lucius said as he crawled up her body. "I was told you only had three men – well – two before our Lord. How would you like four?"

She could already feel his 10 inches, he was bigger than the Dark Lord! Wow, she gasped as she noticed he was completely naked.

"I am not a slut," she said, "though my behaviour may have..."

"Oh, this is slow for a party," he purred. "I think that we need this don't you?"

"You said I am to be treated like your little sister," she argued. "I have a big sister and she's never treated me like this. So, please, get off!"

"On you?"

"No, I mean leave me alone. BIDDY!" she yelled. The elf entered and smiled until she saw Lucius. "Biddy, may I have my breakfast now?"

"Breakfast?" Lucius laughed. "It is 11 am – it will be Morning Tea by now."

"I do not care. I want breakfast," Lily said. "Our Lord mentioned soft boiled eggs, toast lightly buttered, and a cup of tea."

"Ah well, I see I have to take my steel wand elsewhere."

"Thank you for making sure I was not alone when I awoke, Lucius," Lily sighed. "I do think you are handsome, but you are also about to become a father. What do you think your son would think if he found out that you were constantly cheating on your wife? Open marriages are fine when there are no others to get hurt but children are..."

"All the more reason why I should take my fun when I can, hmm?"

Lily rolled her eyes as he crawled off her body but stayed by her side: "I can understand why our Lord is so enthralled with you, I was sceptical when Rodolphus mentioned he had invited you, however, you have truly made me rethink some things."

That was unexpected: "If you ever need an intermediary between the Order and..." she whispered.

"I may do," he said seriously. Lily wished she could trust him, but she was not sure Slytherins trusted each other. "When you decided not to marry James our Lord was bouncing with joy. He's had his eye on you for a long time. Long enough to know what you like, what you don't like. Someone has fed him little personal details about you that only a friend would know."

"What are you saying, Lucius?"

"I am repaying your information for information of my own, your Order has a Mole. Though I am more inclined to think of it as a rat - Be careful in your meetings. What you do, what you say. I have a feeling you will be playing both sides. Not an easy game to tread. However, by doing so, your way may redeem you."

Biddy arrived with her breakfast and Lucius looked at the simple faire: "No ketchup?" he teased.

"Not with this, no."

"Good to know not everything is red coloured gloop with you Gryffindors!"

Lily chuckled, trust him to make the connection between the condiment and house colour. The elf showed up with a set of new silk robes.

"What the hell?" she asked. "Those are not mine."

"They are now," Lucius purred in her ear nipping the flesh with his teeth. "Messieurs Julian and Sandy sent them over when they saw the Morning edition of the Daily Prophet. They have asked you to be their muse and model. I'd take it if I were you. I could be your manager."

"Hmm," she bit into a triangular cut slice of toast before dipping the other corner in the egg yolk. "I am sure I'd have to be a lot taller and a heck of a lot thinner."

"Not for Julian and Sandy – they have always expressed a desire to show a witch every other witch could relate to in terms of figure and shape. You could do so."

"I'll think about it."

"You do that," he said as he pressed his lips under her jaw before lithely slipping out of the sheets. She wondered if litheness was wrought upon you once you became Slytherin, the more cunning the more beautiful, the more beautiful the more witches will wet their knickers at the sight of you. "Nice thought, Lily but you may want to keep that one to yourself."

She blushed, she did not know everyone was Legilimens in this house: "Is it a skill I will have to learn?"

"Legilimency," Lucius said, "yes. He is a good teacher and guide. He will make you learn. It hurts but at the end you have an extraordinary power to wield against others. Again, something to ponder over. See you later, Lily."

She nodded and finished her breakfast. Biddy collected her dishes and told her to get into the shower and wash her hair with scents of autumn so pear and ginger shampoo and conditioner. Lathering her body in a patchouli, jasmine, leather and sandalwood shower crème, making sure to pat her skin dry before adding the matching body lotion. An apple, rose and smoky woodsy scent was laid out for her to spritz with. On her bed, by the robes, was a wreath of Autumnal goodness.

Biddy sat her down as she shortened her nails but decided to keep the dark glitter as that was representative of Autumn nights. The light silk green robes felt heavenly against her now soothed skin.

"No shoes, Biddy."

"Nots to wears them. Master tells Biddy to take you to the grove."

Before Lily could answer back, Biddy had apparated them both to a little grove – surrounded by warmly toned leaves and a clear blue sky. Highlighting the fire of her hair and emerald of her eyes.

"Lily Judith Evans," their Lord said. "By receiving my Mark on this day of October 30th – I do give thee blessing of the earth, I rain down fruit upon your body and head, I cover you with the finest of fabrics. All so that the Mark I give you this day proves to be fruitful in all things. You, Lily, are my chosen to birth an heir from the Heir himself."

"The honour is well received my Lord," she knelt down in the centre of the circle of men, thinking only of Severus. Better her than him.

"Raise your head, lift up your hair, the Mark on your throat shall bear witness what you are – my Consort!"

He pointed his wand at the base of her throat and began hissing in Parseltongue – Rabastan, Rodolphus, and Lucius walking around bare foot in white robes holding gold bowls of burning oil chanting in the languages of familial magic. Something that no Muggleborn would ever have. He stood there, continuing to hiss the spell, he drew the shape of a serpent along her collarbone, infusing it with life so it could move around her flesh. The scales were decorated with care – shimmering in the light but its eyes were emerald as her own and, on its head, lay a wreath similar to the one she was wearing on her own head.

"This mark was given to Slytherin's own concubines. I have kept up the tradition this day by securing one of the daughters of Gryffindor. May our union from this day forth be blessed with life, you may rise proud and tall. Knowing that someday you are to be the carrier of the next heir to Slytherins throne!"

The pain in her throat was mild but she was overwhelmed by lust as the dark magic seeped into her core. Seeping through her system like molten lava. She needed to extricate the extra energies.

That afternoon, in the grove, Lily had brought four men to completion whilst viciously reaching her own with each of them.

"Now," Tom said when they were alone with the setting sun. "Whenever you feel the little snake move that means you point your wand to it and you will be transported to where I am."

"Yes, my Lord," Lily simpered.

The next day was her last day – she was promised to Severus this day. The party broke up. Narcissa and Lucius went home to Wiltshire and began decorating a set of wings for their son. Rodolphus and Lily met but Severus would not allow them to be lovers anymore which suited Lily too. She had Severus and Tom now.

Severus made love to her the first night she came into the Leaky Cauldron. It was slow and tender, beautiful and powerful. Lily and Severus had married that Christmas in a small ceremony consisting of Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Mary McDonald with her plus one, Rabastan Lestrange on Lily's side. Albus had agreed to give her away. Tragically, her father contracted a fast acting cancer and dying in a hell that broke Lily's tender heart. Within a matter of weeks her mother had committed suicide. She had run to Rodolphus – he had them buried in the same church Fern and Henry had married in. Narcissa and Lucius, Horace Slughorn, Regulus Black and Rosmerta, were there for Severus side – Narcissa now starting to show, glowing with ethereal beauty.

Worse was to come though, as she found in early January that she too had fallen pregnant – the trouble was she did not know who the father was, and that scared her because she wanted desperately for the child to be Severus' – it would cleanse her of her many sins against him.

Sins he could do nothing about whenever the silver serpent began to slither up to her ear passing one of her erogenous zones making her mewl, Severus hated the fact that she had to sleep with the Dark Lord. The price Lily paid for his own freedom. He had often tried to tell Lily to find someone worthier than him, but she held him tighter, kissed him with abandon and fiercely seduced him until all thoughts of her leaving him crept away from his self-loathing mindset.

But that is what happens, Lily supposed, when one sold ones soul to the devil dwelling in the deep dark ocean of despair.

An: The epilogue next which could or could not lead to a sequel, depends on what I manage to do.