Authors Note:
Credit for the original story and characters belongs to the original author. I only claim any characters or storylines that come from my head.
Warnings: Dark Fenmione. Dub-con, some violence. Please don't read if you have triggers.
Hermione's hand was trembling as it slid up and beneath her thick tresses. She winced in pain when her fingers brushed the torn flesh that hid there.
Even to herself it seemed that her eyes darted wildly and her skin was cast in a sicken shade of pallor when she met her gaze in the mirror. Gritting her teeth, she took a hold of her thick hair with both hands and drew it up into probably the messiest bun she'd ever scraped the curls into, biting back a pained moan when it caught in the stickiness of her dried blood.
The wound was deep, that much she could tell even from the small glance she'd gotten, and although it had been made from behind, she could see the edge of it from where she stood in front of the mirror, so it was by no means small.
Suddenly feeling lightheaded she swayed heavily, pitching forward and barely catching herself on the vanity. She raised her eyes to the mirror again and stared in horror at the extent of the wound this angle allowed her to see.
The bite mark was barely recognizable, bloodied as it was, but she suspected she'd have a hard time seeing it even after it had been cleaned and healed. He'd been savage with her, tearing his teeth out of her skin at an angle rather than simply letting go. And the skin where the back of her neck and shoulder met was ravaged.
She groaned painfully and then winced in fright at the sound as it echoed around her empty bathroom, she froze listening for the tell-tale sound of footsteps but minutes later when all was still quiet, she released a low shaky breath, he was still sleeping.
If she had her wand, she could apparate out of here, but it was tucked in the pocket of his trousers which lay in a hastily discarded pile of clothes in the foot of the bed, far too close to where he still lay slumbering, oblivious that she had crept from the room.
It had taken every effort for her not to make any noise and Hermione thought by the shaking in her legs and body that she didn't have the strength or the resolve to do so again to fetch her wand. 'Where is your Gryffindor courage now?' a cruel inner voice of doubt taunted and tears gathered in response in the corner of her brown eyes. 'How did it come to this?"
ooooOOOOOoooOOOOoo 2 days earlier OOooOOooooooOOOOOooooo
"Sod off" Hermione laughed at the table. The idiots were practically roaring with laughter after they'd found out just how disastrous her last date had gone. 'Why did I agree to this nonsense again?' she asked herself for the umpteenth time.
She wriggled in the worn seat of their usual booth at The Leaky Cauldon. When these bozos finally composed themselves, she would speak, but not before, she crossed her arms and waited for them to finish giving them a pointed glare. Of course, this only made Ginny and Ron laugh harder, Harry at least had contained his laughter to a quiet choked chuckle at her stern look and had the decency to offer her a sheepish smile.
"Sorry Hermione, it's just- did you really have a burst of accidental magic, only last week?" He asked on a wobbly with mirth voice. She rolled her eyes at the group, really, they were children, the lot of them. The only ones not currently laughing theirs arses off were Neville and Luna, and she believed had more to do with the heat filled glances they'd been shooting each other all night, over matureness in hearing her misfortune.
She pursed her lips at Harry, "Really, they are not as uncommon as one might expect in mature witches and wizards, especially when nervous" she quipped. "But launching your soup at the poor blighter" Ginny howled clutching her sides as she wheezed for breath. "That poor bugger". Ron's bellowing laughter was renewed and Hermione barely resisted the urge to stamp on his foot beneath the table.
She hated that he was easily laughing at her expense. They'd given things a real go after the war going as far as to discuss getting a flat in muggle London together, but in the end their differences had proved too much and with more arguments than kind words to each other under their belt, they'd eventually called in quits.
While their break up had been amicable Hermione was still hurt over the fact that Ron had bounced back into the dating world so easily, seemingly with his pick of eager simpering witches that would gladly have him because of his fame in the war and then continued in his spot as a keeper in The Wimbourne Wasps. What she wouldn't give to smack those little fools around a bit, and Ronald was doing no better laughing at her poor excuse of a date.
"Ronald" She grumbled but he only continued louder, she leant back in her chair and prayed to merlin for patience, taking a sip of her butterbeer and wishing she'd ordered something stronger as she resisted the urge to hex the man.
Her weekly dinner and drinks with the group was usually the highlight of her week after the trying days in her position as vice of The Care of Magical creatures at the ministry. Whose brilliant idea had it been to ask Ginny for help picking out her outfit… Her friend had demanded to know how Hermione's first date in nearly a year had gone and under the pressuring questions of her friends she had stuttered out her embarrassing tale.
And that's how they'd arrived here, nearly a full five minutes later with Hermione tapping her foot impatiently under the table, two of her mates gazing at each other like they couldn't wait to tear the other's clothes off -to Hermione's immense relief- It had been a long time -and many secretive wine-filled match-making nights with Ginny coming-. One friend struggling to keep his composure as he drank deeply of his drink, and the other two of her idiot friends laughing so hard they might pee.
She groaned and rubbed at her head and muttered. "Honestly". It was nearly another five minutes before the youngest male Weasley regained his composure before they all agreed -even Neville and Luna although they both nodded distractedly- that her accidental magic outburst had been completely normal and she shouldn't worry.
"Yes, yes, another round you lot, before I hex you all" she mumbled good naturedly and Ron and Harry jumped up to fetch the drinks knowing she could be inclined to do just that.
It was unbeknownst to her that eyes flickering between yellow and a grayed blue tracked her every move within the pub.
It was nearly one AM in the morning when the remaining members of the group tumbled from the doorway, their latest night in a long time. Luna had excused herself hours before and Ginny and Hermione had lost it when Neville had left moments later feigning tiredness. "A toast!' Ginny had cried ordering shots, "To Neville and Luna… it's about bloody time!"
"You have to come over soon" Ginny slurred and the slightly less inebriated Harry propped her up more securely against him when she stumbled with a giggle. "I picked out a colour for the loungeroom finally, its going to be perfect" Ginny finished. Hermione laughed, "I'm sure it will be Ginn. I'll talk to you more about it tomorrow". Ginny gave her a salute that the soldiers in the muggle movies -that Hermione had been making the red-haired witch watch- could be proud off, and spun in Harry arms, burrowing her neck in his shoulder. He chuckled and stroked her hair. "I'd better get her home. Lunch on Monday Hermione? Night guys" then he disapparited them away with a resounding crack.
Suddenly it was just her and Ron, and Hermione shuffled uncomfortably, "Did you wanna come back to mine for a cup of tea?" Ron asked softly. But they both knew that's not what would really happen if she went with him.
She bit her lip considering, since their break up they'd fallen together a few times when it'd been convenient, but Hermione honestly didn't know whether their -mediocre at best- sex was worth the awkwardness or reoccurring fight in the morning.
She was feeling flushed from their drinking efforts and wouldn't mind a good roll around tonight to work off some steam, but not with Ron. She wouldn't risk their rocky ongoing friendship for 10-20 minutes of almost but not quite bliss.
Finished thinking she looked over to her ex-boyfriend with a telling sad smile. He nodded before she said anything, managing to look sad, resigned and disappointed all at once. "Probably for the best" He said stuffing his hands in his pockets, he kicked his boot out at the cobbled street and Hermione felt a tug in her gut. "Look Ron I'm sor-"she started, feeling like she might have made a mess of things anyway.
"It's fine Mione, I got a girl I've seen a couple times. She's nice and I'm meeting her again tomorrow, and I… I shouldn't mess it up. You were right, we shouldn't do this again, it's not worth it and nothing good will come of it" He said meeting her eyes. Hermione's eyes widened in astonishment and a little bit of hurt. 'Not worth it?'
Seeming to take her silence for acceptance her friend gave her an awkward parting rap on the shoulder and apparated away into the night. She stood frozen in the street, 'Bloody git' she thought through gathering tears, "Dammit" she uttered angrily swiping them away. 'I will not cry over Ronald Weasley anymore'.
She grabbed her wand and thought of her small flat preparing to make the jump out of the cold night when a clawed hand snagged her shoulder and Hermione disappeared from the street with an unwanted passenger.
When she appeared in the dark loungeroom the rough hand on her body had forced her off balance and she stumbled, knocking over a side table in her fall. She landed sprawled on her back clutching her wand she instinctively flung a hex at her pursuer but they brushed it off easily.
Her attacker was bathed in shadows but Hermione could see the outline of their shape, whoever it was huge, tall and broad. She scrambled to her feet flinging a strong 'Stupefy' at her assailant as she backed up. She couldn't see anything and had no idea who would think to attack her here!
Brushing aside her spell like you might fly she heard an uttered 'expelliarmus' and her eyes flew open in dismay as her wand flew out of her hand. She couldn't track where it had landed in the blackened room and instead focused her attention to the unknown man -for it had surely been a mans dark rumble- in her apartment. "Who are you!" She growled out in as steady a voice as she could muster.
And with a chuckle that rumbled out of the dark, ominously the figure took two long strides forward so that they crossed into the only light in the room, a single shaft of pathetic light from the street lamps outside. Hermione's stomach was roiling but she held her ground, a sneer that would make any Malfoy proud on her face as she waited for them to show themselves and prepared herself to use wandless magic.
"Hello little witch" came his voice moments before she saw his face. Undeniable fear shot through Hermione, whatever spells she'd been preparing stuttered and disappeared from her mind like they'd never been there at all. Her mind couldn't comprehend what she was seeing, this had to be a dream, a nightmare!
"You're dead" came her whispered denial. He chuckled again he strolled easily around her frozen body, approaching from behind, coming so close that she could smell the wet smell of the forest and sweat leaching off him. She shuddered when his claw tipper finger came to brush away a strand of hair from her face, frozen in fear when he leaned in close enough to put his lips on the shell of her ear. "Not even close"
She felt like she was in a full body bind, all she could do was stand and shiver and shake as he trailed the sharp tip of his claw lightly down the side of her neck, over the rise of her collarbone and into the v of the blouse she'd worn to work today. She whimpered when she felt his hot breath puff out against her neck as he lowered his mouth from her ear into the crook of her shoulder.
Then with a great rip his dragged his claw through the satin material rending it open and it fluttered as it fell to the floor in a useless heap at her heeled feet. The action seemed to break her trancelike state and she jolted out of his light hold, sprinting across the room to the fireplace.
She'd almost made it when his thick arms closed around her middle entirely, she screamed in terror but was silenced as he muttered a 'silencio' into her neck. He took a deep breathe in, pushing his nose further into her skin and she thrashed and fought against his hold wildly. He groaned when she pushed back against him and slammed her heel down onto his foot, and she felt a lick of triumph that she'd hurt him. But he only leaned closer, molding his front to the back of her and lifting his head to her even as it continued to thrash. "Keep it up witch, my wolf likes to chase"
She grunted in revulsion and struggled all the harder, she opened her mouth and tried to hex him cursing mentally when a breathless wheeze the only thing that emerged. When he chuckled and reached a hand to stroke her open lips, she caught a hold of his finger and clamped down on it until his dark blood filled her mouth, though she felt the urge to gag she bit harder trying desperately to get him to release his hold.
To her dismay the monster holding her only moaned, the sound was loud in the otherwise silent room and she froze. She thought that it had most definitely been a pleasure-filled moan, a notion that was confirmed a moment later when he ground his hard length against her backside. She renewed her struggles releasing her hold on his finger and spitting out his blood when it proved a useless deterrent. She flung her arm behind her and raked her nails down the side of his head, the bastard only moaned again and still securing her to him with one arm around her waist, used the other to start fondling her breast through her bra.
She tried to cry out her horror but no sound came out from her parted lips, she wasn't adept at using silent wandless magic, Hermione found herself terrified to think she might actually be at this beast's mercy if she couldn't get free of him.
He traced his rough fingers past her bra and slipped it to the top of her skirt, not deterred when Hermione used her fingers and hands to try and pull his arm away. He cursed when he discovered her pencil skirt was too tight for him to slip his hand down the front of. Grabbing her sides, he spun her in his arms smashing her into his chest and then burrowing one hand into the coiled bun at her nape using the other arm coiled around her to force her hips into his groin.
She started raining blows on his chest, arms, shoulders, wherever she could land a hit, she saw that his face was within range and repeating her punch from third year sconed him right in the center of his nose. He stiffened, and she lifted her terrified eyes darting them about his face. His lips were curved in a sneering smile, and though a trickle of dark blood leaked out of one nostril it was obvious her punch hadn't hurt him otherwise. But worst were his eyes, gleaming with malice and the promise of pain, the irises were blown wide with pleasure. He was enjoying this, her struggles, it was turning him on!
So Hermione did the only thing she could think of, she went limp. She let herself fall forward so that her head slumped against his chest and he had to catch her weight. It was one of the hardest things she'd ever done. She waited with gritted teeth but all he did in complaint was grunt, then he started walking, she yelped silently when she nearly lost her footing and was forced to walk backwards to avoid getting stepped on as he powered forward. Until she realized where he was taking her. They entered her bedroom and she decided her tactic hadn't worked and started struggling again.
They continued forward, him almost dragging her underneath him until the backs of her legs hit her satin comforter. Her struggles renewed she scrambled against him until he grabbed both of her wrists, she stopped thrashing for long enough to catch his eyes. "If you keep it up, you will only hurt yourself. Besides you just might like it".
She tried to convey with her eyes just how much that would not be happening!
He chuckled and gave her a hard enough push so that she landed sprawled on the bed, dazed, and he used the opportunity to crawl up between her legs. She watched him come with trepidation, before trying to get away. But he was having none of that.
He pinned her legs with his heavy body and when she tried to beat out at him with her fists, he caught them in his hands, wrestling with her until he'd captured them in one hand. She pulled and twisted, but he was too strong and would not budge. She tried once more to wrestle any part of her body free until she realized with mounting horror that she was completely at his mercy…
He seemed to realize the moment that she saw fighting was useless. That's not to say the she wouldn't still try, keep trying until he killed her, but right now he was too focused on keeping her restrained, she was wasting her strength, she needed to think about this and do it the smart way. But the moment she realized she couldn't stop him right now, a new light gleamed in his eyes, Hermione recognized it as triumph. He thought he'd won… and she supposed right now he had.
"That's it witch" he coaxed and he burrowed a hand beneath her so he could lift her further onto the bed, so that her head rest nearly on the pillows. He eased his hand out from underneath her and Hermione fought the urge to flee again. 'Be smart, be smart, be smart' He dragged it none too softly up the side of her body to tangle into her hair again and she could not help the shudder that followed in its wake. He lowered his head to the side of her neck which she'd pulled to the side unintentionally giving him access to the soft skin there when she'd tried to avoid his face near hers.
He sniffed and released a throaty groan, tugging the pinned curls until they came loose, then buried his face in her hair completely. "Smell so good" he murmured gravelly and Hermione felt the evidence of his desire against her leg. She shuddered again wishing she could curse him off her!
His other hand lifted her wrists from where they'd been trapped between their bodies to pin them above her head. She felt a blush steal through her check all the way down her neck to the tops of her breasts when he pulled back to look at her. Though she was still half dressed, she'd never felt so exposed. 'Trussed up for him like a pig at the feast' she thought hatefully and she tried to imagine what he saw.
She'd dressed in her dark gray pencil skirt, dark red satin blouse and black pumps this morning for work, dressed to impress for her investors meeting for the next benefit in the Werewolves Rights campaign. Bloody Draco Malfoy was the reason she was dressed so proper, he might be a git, but he was a wealthy git, and a generous git when he believed the argument. So, she'd gone all in, dressed to make herself feel confident, put on her red blouse, because Merlin if she could resist wearing at least one of her house colours to a meeting with him. Spending hours longer on her hair then she usually did. Hell, she'd even worn the lacy, near transparent matching black bra and thong set she'd bought to spice things up with Ron… not that it'd helped.
Now she was stretched out with a hotter set of eyes perusing the purchase, and she could feel them as they trailed over the length of her exposed flesh, tracking the movement her breasts made encased in the half cup bra as they were, she tried to control her harsh breathing as the rapid rise and fall only seemed to encourage the blaze in his eyes.
He growled when trying to slow her breathing only made it worse and his eyes lifted briefly to hers before with a sneer, he lunged at her. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as his mouth latched onto her right nipple through the lace, he tongued it hotly while his free hand played with her left freeing it from the lace to roll it around between his rough calloused thumb and forefinger.
When she thrashed around, he adjusted. When she bucked, he compensated and held her harder. When she tugged at her hands, he tightened his grip painfully until she whimpered. And when she tried a last-ditch effort to kick her legs to get him off, he ground his cock into her through their clothes.
So she lay there, stunned, still as he used his tongue to flick and roll around her pebbled nipple while stimulating the other with his hand. She tried to do nothing, she tried to feel nothing, but when he sucked it hard into his mouth, when he grazed his teeth over it before biting down lightly at the same time that his finger pinched the other, it was impossible.
Her body arched in him with a will of its own and she was thankful of the silencing charm that hid her pleasured moan from her tormentor. She didn't want his touch; 'this is just chemical in my brain!' She argued to keep herself sane. But that didn't stop her body from reacting when he repeated the process over and over, laving her nipples through the lace. And when he finally cursed and tore the wet lace from her body with a swipe of his claw, he stopped. She opened her eyes from where they had been squeezed tightly shut and met his piercing gaze.
"Watch" he commanded and never taking his gaze from hers he lowed his head, taking the poor abused nipple into his mouth again. She nearly closed her eyes in bliss at the sensation, the difference between his mouth through the lace and on her bare skin was intoxicating. Only his growl around her flesh made her wrench them open. He laved the nipple, rolling it with his tongue, sucking it deep and hard, tugging at it with his teeth, never taking his eyes from hers.
She couldn't take this, she felt possessed as she arched her back pressing as much of her breast into his face as she could, her silent moans came as quickly as her breaths. The tell tale tightening and tingling of pleasure was building in her womb and she briefly lost eye contact when hers rolled back into her head a little at a partially hard tug at her nipple.
She felt his deep rumbling growl in her belly from where he knelt on her, heard his muttered words. "Need to hear you witch!" He muttered the counter spell for the silencing charm and all at once Hermione's frantic moans filled the room.
He groaned and renewed his effort switching to the other breast and introducing her other nipple to his sharp teeth. Her breathe hitched and she let out a deep groan, her whole body arching into his. He groaned around her and ground himself into her again. She whimpered and he tore his mouth off her releasing her hands and using his claws to rend her skirt from her body. He stood and whipped his dark coat off.
My hands and legs are free Hermione thought through a lust filled haze as she watched him start peeling his shirt from his body. Pushing past the pleasurable daze she was in she braced herself and when his face was obscured, she rolled launching herself off the bed and trying to make it to her wand or the floo in the living room. Harsh hands grabbed her shoulders as she ducked around him and she was thrown into the wall by her door. He caught up her wrists twisting them behind her between them and she managed only a small yelp at the sharp pain. Her face ground hard against the paintwork as he pushed the length of his body to hers. "Uh uh little witch, we're just getting to the fun stuff" He ground his erection into her bum and Hermione pretended that it didn't send a shiver of anticipation up her spine.
"Never" She vowed, "Let me go, or so help me I'll have you locked up again so fast it'll make your head spin" He laughed the arsehole and she struggled against him. 'If she could just get to her wand!' "This will happen witch, I've waited too long, come too far" He buried his face in the fall of her hair nosing her neck and groaned, the sound seemed torn out of him "Smell divine…" he uttered then Hermione felt his tongue flick out and trail the length of her throat, she shivered with revulsion and something else that she chose not to look into.
He swung her around so she was facing him, keeping her there and she held herself still, only leaning backwards when he came forward looking as though he might try to kiss her. She bared her teeth at him, "You won't get away with this, they'll catch you. Anything you do to me will just encourage them to find you."
He tilted his head considering, "Not 'we' witch, you won't help with the effort to 'hunt' me down?". She scoffed, "I assumed I wouldn't be leaving this room alive, after all I've heard how you like to play with your food" She was proud of the way her voice was steady but still couldn't help the shudder when he laughed. "So many notions in that head of yours girly, but you can't deny" He leaned in forcing her to him with the hands he held behind her back. He pressed his mouth to hers and though she tried to keep her mouth shut she couldn't help the gasp when he nipped her lower lips and he forced his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers, stroking the soft flesh.
He wrenched his head back before she gathered enough of her wits to bite down on his tongue, and she was ashamed to note that her pulse had sped up again and she was breathless. "You want this! Not once have you screamed for help… Face it little witch, you want me to pin you to the bed and fuck you until you scream" She gasped at the imagery her nipples pebbling against his bare chest, from the wolfy grin he gave her he was aware of it.
"I have muggle neighbors, screaming for help would only get them killed" She muttered angrily. 'Mmm-hmm" he murmured trailing his lips and teeth over her collarbone. "Lie all you want girly, but you forget, I can smell your cunt, right now I bet its dripping, begging me to stuff my cock in you" Hermione whimpered when he finished the sentence by sucking hard on her skin. "Fuck you" she cried softly.
He chuckled darkly, "oh I intend to". He launched her at the bed, following her in a blurred movement that Hermione couldn't track. He took hold of her wrists again and reached one hand into the back of his muggle jeans. Hermione watched as he took hold of her wand and withdrew it from the back pocket. 'I just need to get it" Hermione thought, "Acci-" She tried to cry but he slammed a hand over her mouth.
Leaning close he whispered darkly, "You were right witch, there's nothing stopping me from killing your neighbors. So if you try to take your wand and you disappear, I'll make it slow for them. And the kids? Those cute kids in the apartment two over… they look soo 'sweet'. Unless you want to try taking me on yourself… could you do it girly? Take me on yourself… because you know if you run, or if you fail, those kids will be gone witch, their little bodies never recovered"
She shuddered in horror, a solitary tear leaking out of the corner of her eye. She spoke but it was muffled, he gave her a pointed glare as he drew his hand enough for her to speak. "You'll kill them anyway" she whispered brokenly, fully intending to accio her wand and battle him solo but his next words had her falling silent. "Not if you submit, I'll leave them be if you submit to me witch. You have my word"
If she wasn't so desperate, she might have rolled her eyes and demanded more than simple assurances, but she was and so she gave a barely noticeable nod, "okay'. His eyes gleamed and he muttered a spell Hermione couldn't hear a second later a rope coiled around her wrists dragging them high over her head as it looped and tangled in her bedhead frame.
She widened her eyes tugging at the restraint, "I said I would submit, take off the ropes". He chuckled, "No" was his only answer as he replaced the wand in his back pocket, dragged his belt free and started to tug his zipper down. "I said submit, or lie there and take it watch. I'd rather you pull and scream, and trust me girly, some of the things I have planned for you will make you scream". She gasped and tried to pull away then, she'd never been tied up before and it was sending shivers all over her exposed skin.
He released the zipper and shucked his pants, kicking off his boots at the same time. Her mouth fell open at the sight of his exposed cock. 'Shit, shit, shit!' she thought frantically. It was far longer or wider than she'd ever taken into herself before, throbbing visibly, already erect with thick veins tracking down one side and a shiny flushed head, he was going to split her in two!
He pumped it once with his fist, groaning as he looked down at her, she shouldn't feel anything at the action but the sight of him pumping his cock as stared down at her body sent a heady rush through her and her sex pulsed needily. He stroked down his cocked again, closing his eyes as he took a deep inhale before moaning and letting out a shuddering breathe, "So good" she heard him mumble as his eyes flew open. He released his cock and stalked towards her, "need to taste you".
She scrambled up in horror and a morbid anticipation trying to scoot away as he came closer, but he only growled clamping his big hands onto her thighs and wrenching them apart to her whimpered dismay. He easily pulled tugged the string of her thong out of the way and met her eyes smiling hungrily, "I'll be tasting you witch".
Then he lowered his head and she tensed, waiting with baited breath for his mouth on her. When his tongue swiped her once from her weeping slit to her clit she jerked in response, she strained to see or hear more as he moaned throatily. Then without any more warning he dived in, and she couldn't help her moans or panting whimpers. This wasn't like anything she'd felt with any other man, clumsy and rushed… if they offered at all. He fell on her pussy like he was starved for it, used his tongue to fuck her channel as hard as he could, before swiping at her slit licking up any juices, taking his clit between his lips and sucking it greedily, biting on it enough so that she released a keening noise, her back arching helplessly when he clamped down harder on her thighs.
Her ate her pussy like a starving animal descending on a meal, and she writhed and bucked, brought quicker to the edge of an orgasm then she'd ever experienced. She wailed and cried, hovering on the precipice needing something extra to push her over the edge. Her leg trembled when he released it so he could bring down his hand, he gave her no warning before he shoved two fingers into her warmth. Fucking her hard with his hand she contracted and clamped on his fingers.
She mewled a protest when he withdrew his fingers and raised her head from where she'd been thrashing it amongst the pillows, she met his eyes, gasping when she saw the wildness in his, holding her gaze he lowered his head and suckled her clit back into his mouth, plunging three fingers into her. In seconds the painful tug faded into pleasure so intense it sent her hurtling off her cliff. She keened and flailed pulling hard at the restraints on the bed, helpless to do anything but ride the waves of her orgasm.
He kept licking at her until she muttered a protest at the oversensitivity of her clit, withdrawing his fingers from deep inside her still fluttering channel, she bit her lip of the filthiness of it when he met her eyes sucking her taste off his fingers. When he growled lowly Hermione's stomach clenched tightly, her channel tightening impatiently. He took hold of the sides of her knickers and with maddening slowness dragged them down over her legs and discarded them on the floor, humming with approval when she lifted her arse for him.
He stalked closer, crawling up the bed to her and she felt the heavy drag of his cock along her body as he came nearer. Never dropping her gaze, he took her nipple into his mouth loving it with his tongue, rolling it in his mouth before sucking on it hard. Her eyes started to roll and if her hands had been free, she would have used them to hold him closer, as it was her back arched off the bed, as if offering her breast to him. "Untie me" she gasped as he switched to her other breast.
He chuckled lightly and pulled free of her wet skin meeting the cool air pebbling the hard nipple even further. "Why little witch, I have you right where I want you". He returned to playing with her breasts, drawing them deep into his mouth, nibbling and laving them, all the while his hand slid down her body to tease her clit. He'd started slow, teasing brushes, and slowly spiraled upwards but now Hermione was arching off the bed writhing as he plunged two fingers deep inside her rolling her clit with his thumb, playing with one nipple with the other hand and had her other nipple firmly between his teeth alternately between tugging on it gently and sucking on it hard.
She writhed and squirmed, desperately wanting more of his touch and trying to get free of it. Every time she got close, he backed off, slowed his playing for a while and then ramping right up again until she couldn't control her panting moans, she was ready to scream in frustration. 'What… is he .. doing to me?' she thought brokenly through moans. She was letting the monster touch her, worse she didn't think she could bear it if he stopped.
"Please… please" she begged quietly when he'd nearly brought her to climax for the fifth time. "Please what?" he grated harshly and Hermione know he was not as unaffected as he tried to show, her weeping cock pressed against her thigh was proof of that. She was mortified at her next words but so desperate for release that they came out anyway. "Pl.. please let me cum"
He growled at her words and met her eyes, "you will only cum on my cock witch, are you ready for that, do you want my cock inside you?" She whimpered and shook her head even as her lips parted to say yes. She couldn't, couldn't take him inside her… there would be no coming back from that, she would ruin herself. Tears squeezed out of the corner of her eyes when he growled menacingly, "then you mustn't need to cum yet". She sobbed in response when he lowered his mouth and started the process again.
This time he was like a man possessed Hermione felt hat his hands, his mouth was everywhere at once as he licked, nipped, sucked and bit down hard, bringing her already strung tight body to the last note before a crescendo before abandoning her there again… "No, no no, please" she cried out.
"Please what witch!" he commanded leaving her body to loom over face. She swallowed a sob, "Please, please let me cum". He stared down into her eyes, "what do you need witch!" She squeezed her eyes shut as he nosed her neck nipping when she didn't answer, the light bite was like a caress to her battered clit and she flinched gasping, "to cum". He shook his head, "That not what you need, tell me what you need!" he growled loudly.
Hermione felt the core of bravery in her that had got her through the war, shine brightly for a moment and she yelled back at him "I need you to fuck me! Shove your cock inside me and fuck me! Now!"
There was only silence for a moment and then he smirked she felt it against her skin, "as the witch commands". Then he kissed down her neck, gently suckling on her skin in places like he was rewarding her. A big part of Hermione wanted to rebel at that, but a bigger part of her needed release and so she tilted her head giving him more access as he continued down.
She felt the heavy weight of his cock dragging along her body as he kissed his way south, lingering at her breasts before nipping down her side pausing for a particularly sweet kiss on her stomach and then down to swipe at her weeping slit. She moaned and panted unable to take her eyes off him as he straightened up kneeling between her thighs and pushing them apart.
He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit coating it in her juices, and their moans mingled. "So wet for me" he rasped, hissing at the contact when she curled her legs around him and tried to bring him into her. "Not yet" he murmured. She snorted, "I'm ready, I'm fucking ready" she growled and she hated his answering chuckle.
He lined their bodies up and Hermione felt a sudden horror when she looked up from where she'd been staring at where their bodies were about to be joined, to the face of the person who was about to enter her.
She gasped; she couldn't do this! This was fucking Fenrir Greyback! Criminal, death eater, fucking murdering cannibal! What was she even doing!
"Wait, wait! No! No get off! She cried distraught and she bucked wildly, uncurling her legs from around him she kicked out at him connecting only once with her foot before her ankle were snagged in his bruising grip. She whined and tried pulling backwards even tried to fling a wandless stupefy at the man, but it bounced off him easily not nearly strong enough to go up against this ancient werewolf. All the while he locked her in his hard gaze, compelling her silently to watch him. His movements were utterly slow as he separated her legs, locking them firmly under each of his arms before he scooted closer, closing the distance Hermione had managed to create in her struggle.
She was frozen again, unable to do anything but moan brokenly and watch as he coated his head in her essence bumping against her clit which made her back arch even as she whimpered "no".
"Look at me witch" He ordered gravelly when she came back to the bed and she complied feeling more tears well in her eyes.
He surged into without hesitation, without going slowly, or easing in to let her adjust to his length and thick girth. He pushed in to the hilt. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, his masculine grunt and her deep wailing moan as his cock jarred against the wall of her womb.
He didn't pause, hammering away inside her body as his fingers scraped across her thighs caressingly, he was murmuring quietly but Hermione couldn't hear his words over her own weak objections.
His thrusts were forceful and fast as he pushed into her again and again. Hermione's protest became weaker and weaker and her moans and panting desire filled as she flailed against the ropes, raising her hips as much as she could to meet the fast thrusts that were eating away the reasons she shouldn't be doing this, enjoying this.
When it became apparent she wasn't going to try and kick him again he wrapped one leg around his waist looping her other knee over hid shoulder and angled his body further downwards as he loomed over so that his cock breached even deeper into her body. Hermione heard an animalistic groan that sounded like it had been dragged from the very being of someone, realizing belatedly that it was her own. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she hurtled faster and faster to her orgasm.
"Yes witch, feel your male deep inside you, feel my cock inside your tight cunt, you're squeezing me so good. Cum for me witch!" He rasped, and then he pressed his hand that wasn't anchoring her leg around his hip to her skin, rolling her clit only once with his thumb, when she detonated.
She screamed as she crested the strongest orgasm she'd ever had, her head thrust back to the pillows and watching stars bursting behind her closed lids. She felt his body rumble in a growl that she couldn't hear over her own hoarse cries, "Look at me when you come, show me your eyes!"
He released her clit grabbing her head and tilting it back to him when she didn't immediately comply and she fluttered her eyes open, her body shaking with tremors still overcome with waves of pleasure. He groaned at whatever he saw and hammered faster and she moaned again, her clit nearly on fire with sensation.
"Let me touch you" she said brokenly when her orgasm released her from its grip, she wasn't sure if he would hear her soft words over the harsh slapping of their skin in the quiet flat. But he did, his eyes briefly for a moment, and when he opened them to her, she gasped at his heated gaze. She was on fire with it!
He reached up from her face and lifted a hand to the ropes, whether he cut them or released them Hermione wasn't sure but as soon as her arms were free, she lifted them through the stinging pain, winding them around the expanse of his back and raking them down his back to his arse where she dug them in pulling him closer.
He growled wildly and bucked int her harder. She panted and whispered hot nonsensical things, "please, please" she begged, "Fuck me, harder, oh, ohh fuck". He grunted above her and Hermione's eyes flung open wide as he suddenly pulled out of her body, bounding off the bed in a single movement. She tracked him with her eyes as he grabbed her, pulling her trembling body to the edge of the bed and forcibly turning her so that she was on her hands and knees.
She knelt there, her arms barely able to support her, near impatiently waiting for the shove of his cock into her when she felt his mouth instead. "Arhh" she moaned feeling his lips latch onto her slit as he feasted on her, licking and sucking. "Arh.. Your taste woman" he moaned briefly before diving back in. She shuddered and suddenly she was coming again, yowling as he lapped insatiably at her.
He pulled back as suddenly as he'd come, lifting her back to a higher position on her knees from where she'd slipped during her orgasm. "I can't… I can't again" she begged. He eased a hand on her lower back pushing down her middle so she was almost resting on the bed with her ass in the air. He pressed a kiss to her arse before bit the skin there lightly, "You can... and you will" he murmured.
She felt his head nudging her swollen entrance only a moment before he buried himself deep inside her. She cried out gripping the sheets by her head, feeling like she might shred them with her nails. He beat into her, driving his rod into her over and over, grunting at everyone of her mewls, and she took it.
She spiraled closer and closer to another orgasm even as she pleaded with him that she couldn't again, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts. She knew she was getting close when suddenly he shifted pressing his body down onto hers, effectively pinning her to the bed with his harsh thrusts. This angle so much deeper so that Hermione felt his cock hit her womb with every thrust. She crested screaming into another climax, her battered cunt squeezing around him tightly.
He growled lowly in his throat, and Hermione felt the tickle of her hair on her shoulder as he brushed it away from her neck, he pressed a soft kiss there never stopping his thrusts while she whimpered through the end of her orgasm. Then with a burning pain he buried his fangs into her skin. Hermione screamed, launched into another orgasm even as her mind was in denial that he had bit her.
He tensed and rumbled against the flesh of her shoulder, tearing his teeth from the skin as he howled out a deep growl that finished in her name "Hermione". She felt the blazing hot spurts of his cum coating her womb as he came deep inside her body. Her head was spinning and her throat hoarse as she wound down from the painful pleasured haze, belatedly feeling the wolf licking and nuzzling at her neck. She rested her forehead on the sheets for a second gasping for more air, one moment there was intense heat and the next there was nothing.
He looked down at the witch, passed out in his arms sprawled facedown on her bed.
He pulled his softening cock from her body feeling a rush of satisfaction when their joined essence leaked from her body. The wolf was howling with triumph in the corner of his mind and it was with a smirking smile that he gathered all of their mingled cream dripping from her, and using two of his fingers to pushed it deeply back into the witch's small body. She stirred slightly at the action moaning and his lips curled into a smile, 'so responsive his witch'.
He gathered her slight form up and tugged her to the center of the bed tucking them under the pillow and curling her in his arms. Her sniffed at her skin before burying his nose in her wild hair. 'Pack' his mind mumbled before he too felt exhaustion drag him under.
When she came back to herself after remembering the night before, Hermione was breathing heavily, resting her head against the cool glass of the mirror slumped over the vanity.
'What have I done' she thought shivering as though cold. Her eyes were closed and she felt someone else's presence in the small space only a moment before she felt his fingers trailing over her neck. He brushed away her hair and pressed a kiss to the bite mark on her skin.
She shuddered but didn't try to pull away, he gave her a gentle tug straightening her up so that she leaned back against his broad chest and it was then that she opened her eyes. She caught his gaze immediately in the mirror, briefly reminded of another time that shed caught a glimpse of yellow eyes in a reflective surface and she fought down a wry laugh at it all. How far she'd come to be in such a similar situation with another beast.
He lifted a hand to her front, and Hermione watched their reflections, catching her lip between her teeth as he curled his fingers around her breast, cupping the weight and squeezing her nipple gently.
"Come witch, we're not finished yet" he rumbled and to her dismay she felt her sex dampen in anticipation. He spun her in his arms, leaning over her to turn on the shower as she watched him from beneath her lashes. When it was ready, he tugged her into the shower and Hermione moaned over the warm water cascading over her battered body. He grunted at the sound and when she opened her eyes she saw his hand on his already hard cock, watching her.
He took a seat on the tiled bench Hermione had conjured when she'd moved in, and pulled her hand so she was standing between his legs, his thick cock pressed hard against her belly. He was so tall that even sitting his head was nearly level with hers and he pulled her face closing brushing his lips over her before grazing them over her cheek and to her ear.
"Have you ever ridden a werewolf love" he rasped in her ear. Shivers skated over her skin and she shook her head. He chuckled lowly pressing a slow kiss to her neck "do you want to?"
Her answering moan was answer enough for both of them.
