AN: If you were previously following this fic and are wondering why it disappeared from FFN or why I started posting again... Well, I deleted this fic at the start of April as I was growing demotivated by the poor response from readers on this site (157,000 Views and 385 Reviews at the time of deletion). Decided to start posting again because for years I've visited FFN as a reader and it just feels wrong to post elsewhere but not here.

WARNING

Story contains mature content unsuitable for young readers. Story also contains dark themes and disturbing content that can be upsetting to adult readers, including:

Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Forced Pregnancy, Wolf Sex, Descriptions of Violence and DRAMIONE.

Chapter 1

Hermione strained her ears to pick up on the conversation taking place in the corner of the dimly lit room. Doing so made it easier to ignore the way her bare breasts jiggled with every clumsy step forward, though it did nothing to distract from the menacing presence of the wands pressed against her neck and spine.

To formulate an escape plan, she had to figure out where she was being held and what they planned to do with her. Ever since her capture the previous night, other than insulting her, the Death Eaters had dropped no clues of what was to happen to her. She had been prepared to be tortured for information or killed on the spot, yet to her great confusion, neither one of those things had taken place.

As the Death Eaters wore masks at all times, none of the masks known to her, Hermione failed to identify any of her captors. Until now that is, for there was no mistaking the hulking form of Greyback as he stood deep in conversation with an unknown male in one corner of the room she had been forced to march into at wandpoint.

"Is that her? She smells delicious."

"They've fed the Mudblood a variant of the Fero—potent stuff, stronger than the usual, strong enough to make a witch's womb ready for our seed."

"Don't know if there's any truth to that claim but I can tell we'll have our hands full tonight keeping the pack in check. The way she smells, every unmated wolf, and some mated ones too, are gonna claw out their own skin for a chance to knot with her."

"That's the point. The Dark Lord wants us to use her to birth a new line of soldiers for his army—"

Hermione's blood ran cold, recalling the potion shoved down her throat earlier that day. Her captors had distracted her by stripping off her clothes to inspect her body for defects before feeding her the potion. At the time, she had not worried about its purpose as it did not appear to be Veritaserum or anything else that could prove potentially dangerous to the Order or her. If anything, the colour and odour had resembled a variety of health potions.

"Our Lord sends a gift for his loyal dogs," said one of the five Death Eaters holding their wand aimed at Hermione. His comrades must have found his statement particularly witty as they all snickered despite the soft growls emanating from the other side of the room. Another one of them roughly shoved her forward so she landed inelegantly in a heap on the stone floor.

"Shouldn't a gift come wrapped?" asked the unknown man, taking in her naked state as he stepped away from Greyback and stalked towards her.

"Easy Gunnolf, they probably just wanted to save us some time; they know the Mudblood's here so my wolves can breed her and if she can't get pregnant she'll do as a snack. Fucking or feeding, clothes would be useless either way."

Even though he was talking about her, it was the Death Eaters who shuddered at the sight of Greyback's toothy grin.

"Now, why don't you fellas return to serve at the feet of our Lord? Wouldn't want my wolves showing up and mistaking you for dinner now, would you?"

Hermione would have laughed at the way the Death Eaters scrambled to exit the room if not for their reason for doing so.

"Gunnolf, go check on the pack. I can sense their excitement over discovering a bitch in heat so close to them. I'll join you in a moment."

Hermione tried to see where the other man, Gunnolf, was headed but her head was yanked painfully in the other direction, accompanied by a stinging in her scalp. She didn't need to open her eyes to know it was Greyback manhandling her.

"I don't particularly care for Mudbloods, but I hear you're cleverer than others. So listen to me, and listen well. You're going to live here and let my wolves fuck their cubs into you. When you give birth to a litter, we'll give you replenishing potions so you're ready to produce another litter for us. This is your life now. I suggest you quickly get used to it. The wizards said the potion they gave you will have you nice and wet, so you may actually enjoy this. But if you try to be clever or use magic on us in anyway, we'll skip the potions and fuck you raw while we eat you."

Greyback effortlessly picked her up and tossed her on one of the rickety old beds lined against one wall of the room. Due to the poor lighting, she had failed to notice them when she was first brought in. A howl from somewhere in the house sent a shiver up her spine. At first, she thought it was caused by fear, but a second howl had her thighs slick with her arousal.

Hermione struggled to keep her wits about her and listen to the words coming out of Greyback's mouth, but all she could focus on was the ache in her pussy and the moisture pooling between her thighs. Distracted by it, she didn't notice Greyback leave, locking the door behind him. In the haze of her heat, she drew herself up onto her knees, legs spread, back arched to present her cunt. Even with a wand, she was no match for the physical strength of a werewolf and now, lying here exposed, wandless and in heat—her scent driving the werewolf into a mating frenzy—the only way for her to survive would be to submit to the wolf's desires.

A different door than the one she used to enter slammed open behind her. She froze, heart racing in anticipation and fear. There were sounds of panting and claws clacking on the stone floor as the wolf made his way to her.

Hermione jumped when a clawed hand grabbed her thigh. Unceremoniously, the wolf thrust his tapered cock into her slick pussy and wasting no time, he set a hard pace.

Unable to handle the force of the assault, Hermione's elbows gave out. Her chest hit the mattress, causing her nipples to sting as they grazed against the worn-out fabric, though it took only a moment for them to tighten and for pleasure to course though them all the way down to her toes.

She didn't notice the swelling at the base of the wolf's cock until it started to catch on her entrance. It forced her passage wider and wider with no regard for the limits of her body. Hermione was no virgin since Ron had finally recognised she was a girl. However, the one time they did have sex had involved a lot of kissing and petting, with Ron coming almost as soon as he entered her. Desperate to come herself, after their extended foreplay, she had used her fingers to stimulate herself to a climax—something Ron had taken as a personal insult at the time. Even though she had not cared, he had been too embarrassed about his performance to repeat it with her again.

Her body wasn't used to the kind of abuse being heaped on it now. As the knot grew too wide to go in, the wolf gave one last vicious thrust of his hips and forced it inside Hermione, collapsing on top of her. His hips jerked while he continued to fill her womb to bursting, the knot ensuring every drop of his come lay trapped inside her.

Hermione wept in frustration, bucking her hips to create some friction, her body still flush and aching in need as she had not reached completion. The wolf snarled and placed its teeth on her neck. Hermione held still as he drenched her insides with come, causing her to whimper with unfulfilled need.

When the knot finally began to shrink, the wolf pulled out, leaving a trail of his semen behind it. His claws on Hermione's thighs forced her backwards, feet and knees hitting the floor, so she was bent over the edge of the bed. The wolf pushed her chest flush to the bed, brought her arse as high up as it would go, and fucked back into her. He pulled almost all the way out at the end of every thrust—the tip of his tapered prick bumping against her clit—only to plunge back in until he was balls deep again.

Hermione's body lit up with sensation, her cunt grasping after the wolf's cock, desperate to be filled to bursting. The wolf's movements grew frantic as he attempted to push his knot all the way in again. She eagerly rubbed her clit, having no need to move otherwise as the wolf's frenzied thrusts now gave her all the friction she needed. His knot brushed against something inside her, causing her body to tighten and her back to arch before she came all over the wolf's cock.

The wolf didn't stop rutting even after he howled his completion. He swivelled his hips so the base of his knot pressed against her clit. Hermione threw her head back, her orgasm once again building. Without a thought, she squeezed her inner walls as hard as she could while rubbing slow circles on her nub. By then the knot had deflated just enough for the wolf to resume fucking in and out of her abused cunt, come squirting out of it.

She was so lost to the potion-induced need burning through her veins she failed to notice that the moon had set and the wolf had shifted into a man. It didn't register in her mind that instead of the claws biting into her hips, she was being held by hands. Not even when one of those hands reached under her to pull her up, nor when it accidentally brushed against her nipples causing her to shudder.

The werewolf groaned and reached to play with her sensitive nipples. He grabbed one nipple, twisting and teasing it in a manner that had pleasure shooting down to her core; her muscles clenched at his knot locking them together again. He used both hands to draw her into his lap with her back pressed to his chest and his mouth close to her ear. His every breath, every grunt teased the sensitive skin of her neck.

He continued to tease her nipples making her shiver in his arms and reflexively squeeze his cock, which in turn made him shudder. "Mine," he growled in her ears and pushed her down into the mattress again.

Through the daze of her orgasms, she was finally able to discern he was grunting the same word over and over. She whimpered. He wasn't just fucking her. He was laying his claim on her, both as a wolf and as a man. With her hands under her, Hermione could feel her stomach bloating with the copious amounts of ejaculate stuffed inside her.

The creature showed no signs of stopping, pausing only to flip her away from the growing wet spot. An exhausted Hermione, for her part, could only lie on her back and allow the werewolf to raise her legs so he could fuck her more deeply, letting out a whine if he pulled his cock out of her.

As it grew brighter outside, the length of time they stayed knotted together grew shorter. The werewolf, though, seemed unbothered by it. He fucked her with wild abandon any time the knot shrank enough to allow movement and stopped only when he was certain he had bred her.

Before Hermione finally lost consciousness, she thought she heard a familiar voice say, "I'm so sorry, Granger."