"Come again?" Fenrir Greyback huffed, staring incredulously at the witch sitting across the abused wooden table from him.

Ash smiled wryly. She'd known the werewolf would be blinded sided, shocked, whatever you wanted to call it, but that didn't make it any easier to say it once, let alone twice. But there was no way she was bailing on this, she'd spent a year now toiling over the decision and working up the courage.

"You heard me." she clasped her hands over her lap in an attempt to keep all her extremities from shaking.

He'd heard her alright but he most definitely hadn't heard her correctly. Fenrir hadn't known what to think when a visitor had been announced, hadn't had a one in the past year. Nearly all of his pack had been slaughtered during the final battle, the others had retreated to gods knew where and he had no other family to speak of. Fenrir himself would have succumbed to his injuries shortly after the battle if it hadn't been for her. Still, considering all he would have been less surprised to see the dark lord than her sitting across from him in the somber visitation room. He remembered her distinctly, her fiery red hair, the smattering of freckles on her nose and cheeks, the sadness in her big green eyes. That had been over a year ago and now suddenly she was there before Fenrir, the sadness replaced by a forced hardness. The wolf rested his arms on the table, as far as his restraints would allow, and leaned in a bit closer.

"There's no way I heard you correctly, especially since I don't even know your name."

"Ashling." she supplied, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear with a trembling hand.

"Ashling." Fenrir repeated, rolling it around in his head. "Tell me again."

The witch sighed inwardly, knowing that she could very well leave Azkaban rejected and embarrassed, no closer to her dream. Despite the circumstances of his imprisonment, Ashling was at the werewolf's mercy and her future hung in the balance.

"You, Mr. Greyback owe me a life debt and I would like to call it in, in the form of a baby." she repeated in her soft irish lilt.

He honestly hadn't believed he'd heard her correctly but it turned out that he had. Ashling met his hard gaze, pale cheeks flushed with embarrassment and uncertainty, but for better or worse she was committed. She had never, ever intended to be "paid back" for her efforts, she'd thought only of saving his life at the time. But the past year had seen her becoming increasingly desperate and Fenrir Greyback was the answer, the key. He would have no interest in the child and regardless, was incarcerated for life. Fenrir would be free of the debt and Ash would have the child she'd always dreamt of.

Fenrir blinked at the woman for a good long time, trying to discern if this was just a silly bugger or if she was for real. Who in their right mind would want the offspring of a werewolf deatheater turned prisoner? He could make a list of women that didn't want his pups.

"You do realize what I am, don't you?"

"I know all about you and believe it or not, this is all about what you are. I want a werewolf child." she told him firmly, salty tears pricking at the backs of her eyes. It wasn't just what she wanted, it was all she wanted.

"Why?" was the only word Fenrir could form after more useless blinking.

Honestly it would be a relief to not be in debt to anyone, especially so serious a debt. It was his first, only and hopefully last, something he'd considered shameful for a creature of his stature. And quite frankly Azkaban was sucking the life out of him, for the first time he could recall, the wolf was pretty lonely. With that thought, his steely eyes drifted down to her legs, thin yet toned, visible from the knee down and he unconsciously licked his lips. The act wasn't lost on Ashling and she knew it was now or never. Pushing whatever pride and shame she had left aside, she leaned forward, putting one elbow on her knees to give the wolf an eye full of her ample cleavage.

"Are you saying you don't want me?" she asked, blinking innocently and giving him a little pout.

Fenrir laughed huskily, eyes morphing from steel to yellow and back again as they took in the bait. He wanted her and badly, he was hard and thrumming with desire, had been since she announced her wants.

"I think we both know that's not true." he rasped, shifting a little in his chair. "I can't support this child, clearly, so what is it you want from me for it?" There was trickery in this offer, there had to be. Otherwise it was just too good to be true.

Ash smiled seductively and sauntered around to his side of the table, letting her fingers trail up his right arm and around his broad shoulder on her way to his back. From behind she began massaging his shoulders and leaned down to place a kiss on his earlobe.

"I want nothing more than for you to rut me," she breathed in the hollow of his ear, "until your pup grows inside me. Nothing more, nothing less."

Fenrir's eyes practically rolled back in his head as her hot breath sent shivers down his spine and imagined himself doing just that. It had been far too long since he'd succumbed to the charms of a woman and the temptress behind him had more than most. Ash's lips curved into a smile when she saw his nose begin to twitch and slid her hands down to his chest.

"I'm in heat, you can smell it, can't you Fenrir?"

The wolf stifled a moan when Ashling nibbled his earlobe and slowly turned his head towards her. He dove at her lips with a growl but she didn't flinch or back away as he'd expected her to, instead she accepted his kiss and quickly deepened it, fingers working their way into his unkempt hair. Her teeth tugged at his lower lip as they parted and Fenrir wished he wasn't so restricted by the chains on his wrists that kept him attached to the floor. He was pulsing and throbbing and would have killed to throw the little red head down on the table and fuck her proper. Ash worked her way around him and ducked beneath the chains holding his wrists together, barely an arms width of room to spread them, to perch on his lap. Their eyes locked for a long moment until his were drawn downwards by her fingers unbuttoning her black blouse. Ever so slowly she pulled it off, revealing a low cut, lacy red bra, fuck he loved the color red. A low, rolling growl erupted from his chest as her fingers slowly undid the front clasp. Fenrir's heart was pounding in his chest as she pulled the clasp apart and stopped, with a teasing little smile as he drank in the curves of her breasts, nipples just barely visible beneath the lace. But he was no longer in the mood for games, Ashling had awoken his wolf and it was famished.

Fenrir grabbed her elbows and pulled them backwards, causing her bra to part completely and reveal her milky white breasts to him. His hands roughly pulled her in for a deep, breathtaking kiss and she moaned softly, making his cock twitch beneath her firm arse. Fenrir kissed and licked his way down her neck and shoulder and down to her breast, growling greedily when she arched her back to give him better access. Ashling squirmed in his lap, the feeling of his rough tongue on her nipple and his hard cock far more enticing than she'd imagined. Gods, she wasn't supposed to want him but she badly did. She'd practiced everything she was going to do and say, been prepared for different scenarios or rejections. But Ash wasn't the least bit prepared for her reaction to the giant beast that was Fenrir and it was both frightening and thrilling at the same time. He was far from clean but beyond the smell of an unwashed body was the alluring scent of the wolf, robust and earthy. It made her want to cling to him and never let go. Ash gasped in surprised pleasure when the wolf bit down hard on her breast, nails digging into his forearms. Fenrir sat back to admire the trickle of blood trailing down her flesh, before lapping it up, yellow orbs looking up at her deviously.

"Now." he hissed, lifting his arms for her to stand.

Excitement and heat tingled its way down Ash's belly and into her pelvis as she watched Fenrir rip into his pants to free his large, erect member. In reply she kicked off her heels and wriggled out of her panties. His rough paws reached out to caress her thighs and pulled her skirt up to reveal the object of his intense desire. Faster than she would have cared to admit, Ashling slipped back under his muscled arms and positioned herself over his throbbing cock. The wolf's hands dug into her hips, pulling the little temptress down onto his lap, thrusting inside her hard and fast. They moaned together as he stretched her tight canal, hands pushing her hips down so that she took every inch of his thick rod.

"Ohhhh fuck." Fenrir groaned at the feeling of her wet walls hugging him tightly.

Ash leaned into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, legs weaving around the chair legs to hold herself tightly to his lap as Fenrir thrust hard. His arms encircled her waist possessively, he couldn't bring himself to care why she was there or what she hoped to gain, suddenly all Fenrir wanted was to make Ashling moan his name as he came inside her.

All too soon the pressure was building up in his lower stomach and his grip tightened, claws digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

"Say my name." he growled, like the feral, unraveling beast he was and thrust hard. Barely giving her a chance to respond, Fenrir leaned in for a rough kiss which she returned hungrily. Ashling bit the wolf's lip hard and moaned at the wicked thrust she received in reply.

"Fenrir." she moaned against his swollen lip, lost in the moment, and looked deep into his tumultuous eyes.

Fenrir barely suppressed a dominant growl, crushing Ashling against him as he exploded inside her. The couple collapsed into one another, bodies shuddering and gasping for breath.

"So," Ash rasped, running a hand through his dark hair and down the side of his scruffy cheek, "is that a yes?"