Ash was admittedly equally as nervous for their second meeting as she was for the first. What would happen? Did they make small talk or did they just get right to it? She didn't really want to talk, had made enough of a fool of herself drooling all over Fenrir like some wanton slut. Maybe he wouldn't even want to talk and trying to start a conversation would just make her look needy and would overly complicate an already complicated situation. And the last thing she wanted was to become attached to him, the thought actually made her heart beat a little faster in angst.

She signed her name on the visitor roster with shaky hands and checked her wand with the clerk. They had anti-apparition wards up but a prisoner could find plenty of other ways to wreak havoc and escape. Only guards and aurors were allowed to keep their wands. Ash smiled uncertainly at the woman behind the counter and made her way to the waiting room. It was small and stuffy and she wondered if their cells felt as claustrophobic as that room. She was grateful when the guard came to collect her not long after, the more time she had to think, the more nervous she got. It was by miracle she'd worked up the courage to go through with the plan at all.

The guard waved her over and led her down the same dreary hallway as last time with the dirty walls that used to be white. Was there a rule that everything had to be depressing in Azkaban? Wouldn't want the visitors to spread too much cheer to their loved ones, Ash thought to herself...not that she was visiting a loved one. The guard smiled at her over his shoulder as they turned right at the end of the hallway. Wait, hadn't they gone left yesterday?

"It may not be any of my business Mrs. Greyback but I'm glad you're here." he said kindly, instantly seizing her train of thought in its tracks. Mrs? "As I'm sure you know not all men behind bars are so awful as the public would like to think."

Halfway down the hall he paused at the first doorway, hand to the knob. What was going on? And why was he calling her Mrs? Ashling opened her mouth to respond but couldn't even form a thought, let alone a word, and it just closed automatically. The guard nodded to the door.

"I just know that I wouldn't want my wife having to sit in some uncomfortable room where all the devil's deals are made. So I took the liberty of moving you to the room the aurors use for overnight visits." he smiled again, an encouraging but almost pitying smile as if he felt bad that she had to be there at all.

"That's very kind of you." Ash croaked, finally finding her voice as he opened the door for her to enter. "Thank you."

She barely got the door closed behind her, eyes not even getting a chance to adjust to the dim lighting before being thrust up against the wall by his much larger frame. Ash squeaked in surprise but it was partially drowned out as Fenrir covered her mouth with his in a hungry kiss.

"Welcome back." he whispered and began kissing his way down her neck, hand kneading her breast.

Ash instantly forgot all the lectures she'd given herself as her hands smoothed their way up his muscled chest, skin still damp from a shower. The wolf's skin smelled clean and fresh, giving her a distinct desire to bring back his manly scent, mixed with a little of her own of course. From there one hand moved south to stroke his erect cock through his only piece of clothing.

"Are you happy to see me?"

Fenrir nipped her neck ever so slightly when her hand found its way into his underwear and she moaned. It was going to leave another mark but the pain was so sinfully sweet, Ash didn't care.

"Would you like me to show you just how happy I am to see you?" he growled, grabbing the hem of her dress and lifting it off over her head.

He didn't give her a moment to reply, hoisting Ash over his broad shoulder instead and carrying her towards the bed in the corner of the room. The wolf slipped her sandals off on the way, carelessly tossing them aside. He set her down gently on the edge of the bed, eyes drinking in the beautiful picture she made. Her fiery mane was slightly tousled from his rough greeting and framing her face as she looked up at him with hungry eyes. Ashling looked so perfect in her black lingerie, panties just grazing her hip bones, the strap of her bra slipping down her arm, that he took a long moment to ingrain the moment into his memory.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" she purred, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra and tossing it at him when she'd freed it.

That was all the motivation it took for Fenrir to move on. He stripped off his underwear and gently pushed Ash down so that she was stretched out atop the plush quilt like an Irish goddess. Her body shuddered with excitement as his rough paws trailed down the sides of her body to peel off her panties. He held them beneath his nose for a moment, breathing in her intoxicating scent and making the witch ache from his animalistic display.

"Mmmm, you definitely want me to show you." he declared huskily, before discarding the garment.

Ash crooked a finger at the wolf, silently inviting him to come play, and spread her legs a little wider. Fenrir knelt on the bed and hunched down between her quivering thighs, one hand on her belly so that she laid down flat. As his face drew closer to her hot core, Ash started slightly. This was much too personal, it was supposed to be sex, just sex.

"Fenrir," she squeaked when his lips on her lower lips sent shivers of desire up her spine. "Maybe we should just…"

She tried to sit up but he grabbed her hips and pulled her back down to his face, breath hot against her sex.

"No." she protested weakly.

Ash had promised herself that she wouldn't let things get personal, she was not ready for that, but there he was between her legs ready to give her the second most meaningful kiss one could give. Gods how desperately she wished to not want it.

"Shhh." he soothed, fingers spreading her lips. "You don't want your wolf to go hungry, do you?" His eyes shone brightly with the light of the small bedside lamp, lending him the true look of a predator.

Ash's only reply was a shuddering intake of breath as his tongue took its first taste, licking all the way up before making small circles around her clit. All of her protests were obliterated when Fenrir's flicking tongue made its way downward and wormed itself into her center, hot and demanding. Fenrir groaned as she clamped down on his tongue, he wanted her so damn badly but was determined to take his time. He needed to see Ash undone, to taste her honied nectar sliding across his tongue and experience all the little things he'd deprived himself of.

Ash's fingers slid down her body and wrapped themselves in the wolf's locks, needing something to cling to as he worked his tongue in and out rapidly. A loud moan escaped her rosy lips when Fenrir's calloused thumb began roughly massaging her clit. His moan sent vibrations shivering up her sex and a few more thrusts of his strong tongue was all it took to make her back arch and her expletive to reach his ears and the nectar to cross his lips.

Fenrir climbed his way up her body and slid his hardness inside her still quivering center, releasing a raspy prolonged moan. With his first thrust, the wolf mashed his lips, wet with her juices, to hers in a passionate kiss. Ashling wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled them over so that she was astride the wolf and not missing a beat began rolling her hips against his. The sight of the witch impaled so gloriously on his cock was almost more than Fenrir could handle but he managed somehow to hold back. His hands roamed her silken skin, her thighs, hips, up over her ribs and finally her full breasts, the left wearing his love bite. Ash was gone, completely lost in ecstasy as she braced herself, one hand to his sweat glistening chest, the other behind her with one finger rubbing the base of his cock. Her hips worked a little faster, a little harder, drawing out deep growls and moans from the wolf that she greedily wanted more of. She placed both hands to his chest and scratched her nails all the way down to his waist, leaving a trail that she hoped he'd see come morning and would make him ache for her.

This time it was Fenrir that called Ash's name as he came hard, grabbing her abused hips to hold her tightly to him. The feel of his hot cum sent Ash crashing into another climax and she collapsed onto his chest writhing in pleasure. Fenrir's arms encircled her as they came down, bodies a tangled mess of limbs, and practically melted into the soft kiss she pressed against his lips.

It was right then that the wolf knew he was lost.