Hagrid couldn't figure out how this had happened. How he had come to be pushed against a wall, how such a small thing could have such tremendous strength, but it had happened. Walking along one of the thousands of corridors, trying to catch his breath, he had been pinned silently and swiftly against the wall. Before he could think to speak or act, another mouth was on his and he smelled her rustic scent—Hedwig.
But that was to be expected, wasn't it? No, I suppose not, Hagrid thought, roughly tumbling through the first available doorway. The room of requirement. How bloody fitting.
"Hed—" he started, quickly cut off in another breathless kiss.
"Hoo," she exulted, roughly. Apparently, she was in one of her morose moods tonight.
Giving in to temptation, Hagrid closed his eyes gently and moved into the kiss more fervently.
Hedwig pulled away long enough to reach down into Hagrid's trousers with one wing, positioning her feathers to create the maximum amount of pleasure. Tickling him gently on his throbbin' member, Hedwig softly brushed the precum forming from the tip of the huge man's love sausage. Blinking slowly, she lifted the wing and brought it to her beak, flicking it in her mouth and savoring his rough taste.
Pushing off for a second, Hagrid breathed, "Movin' a bit fast there, are ya not?"
Hedwig nipped at the hairs leading from his belly, causing Hagrid some pain.
"Alright, alright, go ahead."
Not before the words were spoken had a bed appeared, fully furnished with a cage at its side and poles for ties above it.
Preparing his anus for a rough night, Hagrid sighed. "The strap-on again, is it?"
"Hoo," Hedwig whispered in his ear, seductively using her wings to brush the outline of his jaw.