Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Boil the eagle.

The process of domestication.

Let the eagle that was supposed to soar in the sky become extremely exhausted, lose its ability to fly, and fall, preventing it from seeing everything.

Intimate feeding makes him eliminate his fear and hostility towards people, and prevents him from doing anything he wants unless he is allowed by the owner. Until he is told to fly and hunt, he is done.

A young man whose eyes were tied with a black ribbon was imprisoned on the big snow-white bed, and his limbs, arms, and elbows were all locked by delicate chains. Tom, who had already turned black and seemed a little sick, was now trying to boil the eagle. A bowl of fragrant and sweet barley porridge was scooping up a ladle and approaching Voldemort with a smile on his face: "Come on, ah~~ Voldy..."

The milky white oatmeal was contained by a silver spoon, gently and slowly approached Voldemort's lips, and gently pressed against the young man's soft, thin lips. The seductive and gentle tone made people almost drown in the affection. , but the youth did not respond at all.

He just tightened his lips coldly, allowing the hot porridge in the spoon to cool down, and then dripped on the corner of his mouth, slid down his chin and down his neck, just like every mouthful before.

This is a non-cooperation movement, completely, the Lord Dark Lord who doesn't eat anything, definitely has the idea that he will not give in even if he starves to death, but the future young devil king is not so easy to dismiss, he just scraped Voldemort with a spoon helplessly. The corners of his mouth curled up lovingly: "...do you want me to feed you again? There's really no way..."

Tom stuffed a mouthful of porridge himself, and after delicately chewing, he squeezed Voldemort's jaws open forcefully, ignoring the other party's resistance, and sucked it in with his tongue, a little milky white liquid leaked out because of Voldemort's struggle, but was aroused by Tom again. Licking it with the tip of his tongue, this picture seems indescribable... erotic.

After finishing everything, Tom stared at Voldemort's obviously angry face, and let out a pleasant chuckle, he held Voldemort's cheek, leaned his forehead against his, and whispered, "You can't fight My dear Voldy...so obey me and I will treat you well."

Voldemort's response to this was only dead silence with his head turned away. Tom was not angry when he saw this, but just repeated the feeding→rejection→kissing action with a gentle and happy expression. Every time he did it, he smiled and closed his eyes. Sticking to Voldemort's forehead, he said with a smile, "Voldy...I love you, I love you."

The food fed into his mouth was quickly vomited out again intact. The young man who can make anyone feel in love is the only one who unabashedly rejects Tom. He doesn't even want to be petty to Tom, even if that I don't even want to improve one's own treatment and seek a good way to fight back.

Is it rejection, disgust, pride or embarrassment?

Tom didn't know, and he wouldn't stop no matter what the reason was, so he just fed patiently again and again, even if the person ungratefully rejected him again and again, he still didn't get tired of it.

──Hey, Voldy, am I stronger than you now?

look at me, look at me, look...at...me...

He lightly brushed Voldemort's eyes bound by black ribbons, and leaned forward to slowly inspect with his lips, but Voldemort suddenly started coughing violently.

The violent cough made the young man bend over. He coughed and coughed, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. While staining the bed sheet, it also terribly stained the bloodless pale lips. Then he turned his head to In the direction of Tom, he smiled silently: "Is it only to this extent... huh..."

"You can't conquer me...for the rest of your life...don't even think about it..." Voldemort murmured silently with a chuckle. Tom panicked and tried to stop Voldemort from vomiting blood, but there was nothing he could do.

He was at a loss and covered the young man's lips, but he only touched the redness of his hand, the dark red blood kept dripping from between his fingers, it was extremely hot but silently took away the breath of life, watching The young man in front of him collapsed after laughing unrestrainedly. He pressed Voldemort's chest, desperately pressed the young man's heart, and roared through gritted teeth, trembling that he couldn't stop: "Don't even think about it... Even death cannot take you away from me!"

- Crazy love is the repetition of language, love is inherently crazy.