The other men dutifully turned away, and the Dark Lord began to trail His fingers up her leg until her dress was bunched around her waist. He cut into His hand with His own nail, sharped to a point, and Hermione watched with marked interest as He wrote carefully across her vulva in His blood. When He was finished, He smirked, "This ritual is consecrated with a combination of blood, sweat, semen, and tears." He unbuttoned His trousers and then fished His manhood, already hard from its confines. "I will fuck you tonight until you have tears in your eyes." He slid into her, and she was already slick from her earlier orgasm.