Yes, another character-another VERY rated M story/one shot. I plan on putting up a pole on my profile to see if I should continue with this story or not. Please, leave a review, as I feel neglected when no one does, and I do not know how you like my writing- skills. This is from two points of view.
AN: I do NOT own these characters…unfortunately :( Only the one I had thought up in my head. This was written in one day. Though, I did start it the night before.
Thanks to everyone who has read this.
PRESENT AND MEMORIES
Jerica's POV
Laying in bed, tossing and turning, I wondered where the man I loved had been doing. I hated being alone, hearing wolves howling in the distance. Funny how it is-when ever Fenrir had been home, I never heard any noises. But, when he had gone on his business trips once a month, the howls filled my lonely heart with terror.
Together for two years after leaving Hogwarts, he never offered me what many women thrived for. A proposal of marriage. I didn't mind, I knew of his lover for me the minute we had laid eyes on one another.
I remember our first meeting as if it were yesterday:
Running down in the dungeons, so I wouldn't be late for potions, I bumped into something. I fell on my rump with an 'oomph' and looked up. I'd seen a boy staring down at me, shocked at not watching where I had been going.
Trying to pull myself up, I started to apologize. "I should have been watching where I was going." I fell back on my backside again. "Oomph!" I looked into his eyes. "I am sincerely sorry for all of that."
Kneeling down, the boy I bumped into smiled slightly. "No, it is I who should have been watching." He stared picking up my things, then held out his hand to help me stand. "I don't ever recall seeing you around her before. What's your name?" he inquired.
He held my hand gently until I gave him my name. "Jerica." I don't know where my boldness came from. "What's yours?"
"Fenrir." Was all he gave me. He still hadn't released my hand. "What house are you from?"
"Ravenclaw. And you?"
"Slytherin." It seemed like minutes passed before he spoke again. "Year?"
"Sixth." I answered still looking into his eyes. His hand brought mine to his lips. "And-you?" I felt breathless that a Slytherin boy could be such a gentleman.
"Same as you." He whispered into my hand. "Would you mind…" He was going to ask me something. I thought it adorable that he seemed nervous. "…I heard there is a Hogsmeade trip this weekend." I smiled and nodded. "I apologize. I am never like this." He let out a deep breath. "Okay, here goes. Would you mind if I escorted you to Hogsmeade this Saturday?"
And here I thought all Slytherin's were evil, vile creatures. All but one-to me anyway. "That would be nice, thank you." He handed me my things after releasing my hand. "It will give me a chance to buy you a butter beer as a thank you."
His laughter was grovely, yet light. "I thought the man was the one to buy drinks when on a date?"
Months had passed. We shared quick glimpses at one another from across the Great Hall during the school year. During the summer, we would owl each other daily-but there were certain times of the month were it took him days to reply back. It never bothered me, since I knew early on I would get a box of chocolates along with a bouquet of wild flowers and a note, which almost always said:
Thinking of you every second , always yours.
Forever, Fenrir XXX
Every month of the summer, until we graduated, he would send owls baring gifts and begging forgiveness.
Keeping his notes and letters over that year, I had placed them in a box that he had given me for my birthday the year we were to start our seventh year. A note, in which he wrote inside it-and is still kept there to this day noted; My deliciously sweet girl, I would hope this gift is something you will always treasure, as I treasure you. I made it without magic, which to me is showing you how much I care for you. I had sent him an owl, thanking him and telling him how much I admire his work-especially without magic. Then started begging him to spend the day with me. He sent a reply back telling me how sorry he was, but he wouldn't be able to make it.
We had decided that we would meet in Diagon Alley to do our school shopping together. Since we were both seventeen, my parents sent me on my way. They hated when I went back to school-having to buy new robes again and not wanting to sit for hours on end watching me get fitted.
Off I went, using the Floo to get to The Leaky Cauldron. After brushing the soot off, I scanned the room. It didn't take me long to spot the man I fell in love with. He stopped in front of me with a grin on his face.
"Madam." Fenrir bowed, took my hand kissing it gently.
I curtsied, "Always a pleasure, Sir, Fenrir." I looked up smiling.
Pulling my hand to his shoulder, and doing the same with the other, he kissed my lips first, then worked his way down to my neck. With both his arms around my waist, he pulled me close to him. "How I have missed you this summer." Pulling away slightly, looking to the stairs that led to rooms for people to stay in, he whispered, "I paid for a room. I-I was wondering…I don't want to rush you, but , I thought maybe…"
Bringing my hands to either side of is well chiseled face, I smiled. "Take me to your room."
Once inside his room, he warded to door. Always the gentleman, he helped me out of my cloak. Wrapping his arms around me, he gently walked me to the bed-left foot, right foot. Left foot, right foot until we made it to the bed. He unzipped the back of my dress, slipping it over my shoulders as I let it drop to the floor, he turned me around in his arms. As I looked into his lust filed eyes I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. I pushed them down, quickly noticing he didn't wear anything underneath. He was working on the buttons on his shirt, finally tearing it off, exposing his well chiseled chest.
"Looks like someone is overly dressed." Fenrir's voice teased, but had lust coming from every pore of his body. Pulling me close to him, I had felt his erect penis pressing against my stomach. "Lay on the bed, treasure."
Doing as he asked, I sat down bringing myself to the center of the large bed. As soon as I settled myself in, Fenrir crawled over to me-straddling me. Leaning down, he kissed me with animalistic passion. Feeling his hands on either side of my hips, I heard tearing, and thinking it were my panties, I felt his reach between the small gap in my thighs as he pulled them from me, throwing them somewhere.
His right hand slowly grazed up my side, and as I arched my back, his hand slipped under me, fidgeting with the clasp on my bra. Giggling, I reached around my back unclasping it for him. He pulled away, staring at me and I lifted my arms, touching his chest. Cocking a brow at him, I silently asked if I needed to take it off myself. Catching on quickly, he leaned down gripping it with his teeth, pulling it completely from me and spitting it to the side of the bed.
Smiling up at me, he kissed each breast, then my lips. I was more than ready to give myself to him. Gently he nudged his legs between mine, spreading my legs wide for him. Before he did anything else, he accio'ed his wand, placing a contraceptive spell on me.
Throwing his wand to the floor, he leaned in touching his lips to mine. I felt him position himself at my entrance. As he kissed me, he forced his way inside me. After completely breaking through my purity, he broke the kiss and looked at me, kissing my tears away.
"I am yours, now." His voice was pained and I noticed a single tear slip down his cheek.
Catching my breath, I returned his love. "And I am yours, Fenrir."
After the initial shock of something foreign assaulting my lower extremities, I started feeling more erotic comfort having Fenrir inside me.
Roaming my hands across his muscular back, around his well-formed ass, and down his thigh, he pulled himself up looking at me. With an erotic smile, I touched myself, pulling my lips apart. Neither of us had sexual partners before now, but Fenrir and I did hide in certain parts of the Castle to explore each other. Fenrir knew what I wanted-aching to have my clit rubbed. Trying for the first time, he leaned down, pushing himself deeper yet into me, rubbing my clit as he fucked me hard, fast and deep. An electrical surge went through me, making me arch my back, screaming as my first orgasm during intercourse escaped my loins. Fenrir didn't last much longer, feeling him jerking and shuttering inside me.
Jerking out of my thoughts, I heard footsteps pad across the floor in our front room. Quickly, I pulled my robe on, grabbed my wand and headed toward the landing, and quietly walked down the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom step, I walked to ward the kitchen seeing a light on behind the door.
Before I reached it, I was roughly pushed against the wall-face first and my wand removed. Fear and shock over took all of my senses as a foreign hand touched my hip, working toward the part of my anatomy that made me a woman. The other foreign hand reached around to cup my breast.
My assailant stayed quiet as he pried my legs apart with his knee. Feeling his hands part from my body, I heard a zipper unzipping and then cloth ruffling. Next thing I knew, my robe had been removed, two hands parting my vaginal lips apart, and something very large being thrust deeply inside me.
I did not shed a tear as I was being raped. I would not give this man the privilege of letting him know he made me cry like a baby. Instantly I thought of what Fenrir would do when I tell him upon his return. Yes-I will be telling him!
In what seemed like hours, the man pulled out of me, threw me on the floor, flipped me on my back and spread my legs. The man started raping me again.
Or, so I thought.
As this man was deep inside me, he ground his hips into me. Only one man knew this pleasured me. He chuckled low and deep. "Do you enjoy being raped, my beautiful whore?" I knew that deep, grovely, lust filled voice.
"Fen?" I choked. Thinking of him made me cum hard.
Lighting the room, possibly with his wand, I saw my assailant on top of me. "I thought we had talked about this before I had to leave a few nights ago?" I just stared at him in disbelief that he had actually planned this. "You are truly delicious." I felt his hand move to his second favorite part of my body-my breasts. "It felt as if you were a virgin again" I looked at him, then closed my eyes, turning my head away from him. Snickering came from deep within him. "My edible witch, I did not mean to offend you by that remark. You are always tight when I am within you." He pulled away from me. Quickly I opened my eyes, seeing him pulling his pants on and becoming the shy boy he used to be.
Fenrir's POV
Being away from Jerica during the full moon ever month broke my heart more and more each time I would leave. Yes-I do have a heart, and it is filled with Jerica's delicious love.
Hurting the beautiful witch I called my mate (in my head at least), I walked into our kitchen. I had completely scared her.
My thoughts brought me to the day I knew I had to leave.
Not remembering how the subject had gotten started, Jerica's voice spoke volumes. "Fen?"
"Yes, beautiful. What is on your mind?" My head turned to look into those mesmerizing eyes.
We had just finished making love, our bodies still twined together. "Don't laugh or judge me…"
"Never would I do that, Jerica." I kissed her swollen lips, encouraging her to finish.
"It sounds disturbing-even in my own head."
Smiling, I kissed her lips again. "Continue."
"I want to know what I would do if I were raped." She spoke softly, yet what she had said reverberated over and over-throughout my body. I pulled her away slightly-she bowing her head, ashamed of speaking what was on her mind. I had never heard her speak like this-of a sexual fantasy before. She being so pure and innocent. "With you." Her voice finally met my ears.
That whole scenario played in my head the entire four days I had been away-transforming. I knew I had to do it, just to appease her. I love her that much.
Telling me time and time again, she never slept well when I had gone away, there were times where she begged me to take her with me, but I did not want to put her in any type of danger-including being close to me when the cycle of the full moon arrived. Never once did she ask where I had gone or for what reasons. She just let me go, trusting me as I trusted her when she would go to work. I hated every second she would work in the bars, not knowing what or who might touch her. She is MINE! And I would kill any man who so much as looked at her the wrong way!
Putting my plan into motion the moment I walked through the door, I took her like she meant nothing to me. Though I love her enough to give in to a fantasy she had shared with me and me alone. I am the only one who has touched her and seen her beautiful naked body, as she has been the only one who has seen me completely naked. We were virgins when we first made love in The Leaky Cauldron. I made a vow never to touch another woman the way I touch my Jerica.
Not knowing how I made it to the island in the center of our kitchen, I fiddled with a small box that somehow I had picked up off the counter. I opened it, looking at how beautiful this diamond would look on her finger. I have wanted to ask her to marry me for a very long time, but, I was always too scared. Yes-even a Werewolf can get scared, especially by a woman whom he would die for.
Standing, I closed the box, put it in my pocket and gathered up the flowers that I actually bought this time, instead of ripping them up from someone's flower bed, and grabbed the box of the finest chocolates the wizarding world had to offer and walked out into the beauty that I claim as mine.
As I walked into the sitting room, I noticed Jerica had pulled herself together, covered her extraordinarily beautiful body with her rob and was sitting on the sofa. "Jerica Caron." I noticed her flinch as I softly called for her. I never used her first and middle name together unless I had something important on my mind. Walking up to her, I smiled. "For you." I handed her the chocolates first, the flowers behind my back. I then walked behind her, placing my left hand over her plump breast under her robe, and presented her with a bouquet of white roses, with the only exception being a single red rose in the middle, signifying my love to her.
"They are so beautiful, Fen." I massaged her breast as she touched my arm over her robe. She looked up at me. "Thank you." She smiled and I knew I had been forgiven.
Leaning down, I kissed her lips. Before pulling completely away, I whispered into her lips. "Would you stand up-please?" I released my hand from her breast and pulled away. Walking to her, I grabbed her hand leading her to the fireplace. Kneeling down on one knee, I pulled out the small box from my pocket. Opening it with one hand, I lifted it to be level with her chest. "Jerica Caron, you re the only woman whom has made my life worth living. I promise to make you the happiest witch alive if you marry me."
Grabbing my wrist, tears in her eyes she smiled. "I never thought you'd ask, Fenrir Greyback. I am not complete without you." Her hands were now gently caressing my face.
Cocking a brow, she never answered me. "Is that a yes?" Yes-I am a clueless Werewolf at times. Especially with the woman I call my mate. She always has me questioning what she is actually saying.
Giggling, she nodded. "Yes you fool." She is the only one I let talk to me like this. "I will marry you."
Pulling the ring from the box, I placed it properly on her finger, kissing it after it was in its rightful place. Opening her robe, I placed my lips on her stomach after pulling her close to me. "I would very much love to consummate our engagement."
Running her fingers through my hair, she let out a single giggle. "I would very much enjoy you making passionate love to me."
Working my lips over her abdomen, I nudged on her hips begging her to get on her knees. Obliging, she did as my lips connected with her nipple as she knelt down in front of me. "I worship your tits my sweet witch." I spoke with my teeth teasing her nipple and massaging the other with my hand. "I adore your body when I see you naked." I switched breasts, sucking and biting on the one I massaged, and massaged the one I was teasing moments ago. As I started teasing her nipple, I could smell her arousal become greater. "It tortures me to leave you. But, upon my return, I am more than ready to ravage you with my love for you.
Robe gone, pants somehow removed, I lay her on a soft blanket. I'm guessing Jerica had conjured them as I was lost in touching and tasting the contours of her body, and becoming aroused myself at the smell of her arousal.
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