Seis: He tried to lay still but he couldn't help the movement of his hips. It felt… kind of good, when the Greyback's tongue brushed over what Mummy called his 'special place' and Daddy called his 'scrotum.' Just a little bit good, like when he itched a mosquito bite, not really good like when Mummy gave him a hug and tucked him in at night. But it didn't hurt, not when the licks were gentle, and so he stopped struggling. Maybe the Greyback just wanted to give him a special present?
"Ahhh! Stop!" The Greyback's tongue had just shoved inside him, inside him where things shouldn't be inside. And it hurt! It pinched and burned and he wanted it out right now! He kicked again, but his legs were instantly gripped together in one of the Greyback's huge hands.
"Shut up!" The Greyback was yelling now. It was scary. Draco stilled in fear. "Stop it now! Do you know what will happen if my saliva meets your blood?" Draco shook his head quickly. "If you bleed on my tongue, you'll never be human again. You'll be a monster forever and ever. Do you want to be a monster?" Draco's eyes widened. He shook his head again. "No. Then sit still and be quiet!"
And so Draco tried to sit very still as the Greyback licked him in places even his parents wouldn't touch, and then stuck his fingers in the same hole and twisted them round and round. He was terrified, now; what if the Greyback wasn't careful? What if he made Draco bleed on accident? He didn't want to be a scary monster! He nearly screamed when he felt one of Greyback's claws tear him open inside. It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt!
"Oh, no, nicked you, have I? Well," he said, pushing his trousers to the ground, "guess we'll have to stick something else in you, then." And then he bent over Draco and pushed something into him that was bigger than his fingers, and bigger than his tongue, and Draco couldn't hold his pained cries in any longer. But the Greyback just clamped one of his big, hairy hands over Draco's mouth and kept on, pushing in and out and in and out. Draco's body quaked with sobs and he hurt all over and all he wanted was to have his mother wrap her arms around him and take him away.
Something must have happened, because suddenly it didn't hurt so much anymore, and then the Greyback was falling backwards and breathing hard. Part of Draco wanted to run away, but he couldn't make his body do anything but curl up in a foetal position. After a moment, he felt the Greyback's hands on him again, pulling his pants and trousers up around his legs. Draco lay still and let him do it.
-….. continuation(16):
"Shh," Greyback said, his mouth just behind Draco's ear. "I know. But that's all right. I'm sure you'll taste just as sweet as last time."
"Last time? You've never…" He was sure, he was absolutely positive, that Greyback had never bitten him. And he wanted to say so. There was a dark, niggling feeling somewhere at the back of his mind, though, that would not let him complete the sentence.
"Haven't I?" Greyback's hand left his chest, smoothed its way down his stomach and came to rest on his hip. His thumb pressed into the skin just above Draco's groin, and in spite of everything - the fear, the smell, the claws - Draco felt his cock jump. It had happened to him before, when he was thirteen and getting fitted for new robes and Madam Malkin's hand had brushed him in a place she wasn't meant to touch. He'd hated it, hated the way it felt good for ages afterwards, his penis getting harder and harder as it rubbed against the inside of his trousers. He'd been certain everyone could see, everyone knew, despite the robes hiding his body from view, and demanded his mother take him home at once. He couldn't stand the thought of people looking at him and seeing, knowing, how disgusting he was.
But the humiliation of that moment had nothing on the way he felt now, getting hard at the mere suggestion of Greyback's fingers on his skin.
"You haven't," he insisted, because he had to be right. His parents hated Greyback, despised the fact they had to open their doors to him. They would never allow him anywhere near Draco.
"Just because I've never had a bite of your flesh, little lamb, does not mean I've never tasted you. And I think it's time I had another."
Greyback's tongue ran again across his skin, coarse like sandpaper, like it might leave scratches-
scratches on his thigh
A vision of himself as a child, crying as soapy bathwater stung the pink gashes in his skin came to mind. He opened his eyes, the nagging feeling growing stronger, screaming at him to remember something he'd locked away years ago. Scratches on his legs, on his arms, making it impossible to sit down for a week- oh God.
He backed away, his legs taking step after step even though he couldn't remember making the decision to move. Greyback smiled, his sharp teeth glinting despite the lack of-
despite the lack of light
Oh God, he needed to get out of there.
He turned to run, and the fact that he could not see where he was going did not matter because Greyback caught him within a few steps, pulled him to the ground by the back of his robes.
"Told you I'd find the best prey here," Greyback said, holding him down with one of those massive hands. The other fumbled with the buttons on Draco's shirt, snapping them off when they refused to slip through the tiny buttonholes.
"Don't," Draco said, barely able to breathe around the hand collapsing his lungs. "Don't, please."
"Please? Such a pretty word for a Malfoy." Greyback leant close, his hot, sour breath assaulting Draco's nostrils. Draco closed his eyes again. He didn't want to see this happen. "A pretty word for a pretty boy." The tongue was on him again, his face that time, lapping as though Greyback were trying to lick away every trace of sweat. Maybe that's what he was trying to do.
Draco squeezed his eyes tighter and tried not to squirm under Greyback's touch. Fighting would only make it worse. He'd just close his eyes, close them and keep them closed until it was all over. Pretend it wasn't happening.
"Look at you," Greyback said when Draco's shirt had been pushed aside. "Not a mark on you, is there? I could make you mine, through and through. First to have you, first to mark you-" Greyback's jaw opened around Draco's neck, teeth settling just against his skin. If he so much as swallowed they'd nick him, turn him into a monster-
a monster, forever and ever
"Don't please don't please no please no no no no no," he begged in tiny, half-articulated words. It couldn't be real, couldn't be happening, not now. Not with only minutes to go.
He nearly sobbed with relief when the jaws pulled away.
"No?" Greyback chuckled into his ear. "Don't want me to turn you, lamb?" Draco shook his head. "Then lay still, little one. If you're good I'll only have a taste."
Draco dug his hands into the grass on either side of his body. He could take this. Whatever Greyback wanted, he could endure it, survive it, and then it would be done and the clock would chime and he'd never have to take it again. All he had to do was let it happen.
He couldn't help but jolt at the feel of Greyback's hands on his fly, tearing the fabric apart with ease. He bit his lip and reminded himself not to move, no matter what.
He wasn't expecting Greyback to take his cock in his mouth and suck on it, strong and unrelenting. All the promises he'd made to himself vanished as his eyes flew open and his hands tried in vain to force Greyback to release him. Greyback didn't even pull up, just grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the ground. This wasn't fair, it wasn't right and he didn't want it, even if it did feel good-
just a little bit good
It didn't matter, he wanted it to stop.
But Greyback didn't stop, didn't slow, didn't sit back until Draco was embarrassingly, revoltingly hard. God but he was disgusting, responding that way.
"Watch this, now." Greyback said, and Draco had to look as he worked up a mouthful of saliva to spit in his hand and spread over his own obscene erection. "I'd advise you to relax and be still. You know what could happen if you're not."
Draco nodded his head, his eyes wide as Greyback bent over him and began to push inside his body. The feeling was awful, like it wasn't skin but raw nerves that were being stretched to the breaking point, sending shocks of blinding hot pain through his back. Draco bit down on his lip and willed himsef to relax, to let Greyback in, because if he got too tense and tore he'd-
never be human again
Thankfully, Greyback moved slowly at first, allowed Draco's body to get used to the intrusion. It still hurt, and the pain never faltered - even as Draco became accustomed to the feeling, Greyback would increase his pace - but he managed not to panic somehow, and he was almost certain his skin hadn't torn. And his erection had deflated to almost nothing again.
Despite the circumstances, Draco couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself.
He wasn't sure how long it went on, the sharp thrusts that seemed to scrape over his spine, one after another after another after another. It felt like an eternity had passed, like his entire life was nothing but thrust, thrust, thrust anymore. Biting down on his lip helped; it overrode the ache in his body and for a second here and there he could almost pretend it really wasn't happening. It was, of course, and just as he'd nearly slipped away to some safe, comfortable place in his mind Greyback would deliver a particularly painful jab that made him gasp and jerked him back to reality.
It couldn't last forever though, no matter how it seemed. Eventually Greyback stopped moving altogether, face twisting in an ugly grimace as he grunted through his orgasm. He held his position for several seconds before tumbling backwards to lay in the grass.
A long sigh, then, "Open your legs or I'll break them and do it myself."
Draco shook his head wildly, leg muscles quivering at the strain.
"Do you think I can't rip them off your damned body, boy? Because, let me tell you now, I am fully capable of doing so."
Draco made a strangled scream in the back of his throat, head dropping back as far as it could go, body shaking with sobs as he slowly relaxed his thigh muscles. The hand gripped his thigh and moved it up, the angle awkward, but it was only long enough for Greyback to insinuate his own thigh between Draco's.
Draco shook his head frantically, eyes dropping to take in the enormous size of Greyback's cock. He scrambled against the wall, anything to get away from that thing. He'd be split in half, impaled on it until his body burst from the pressure, he was sure.
Greyback made a frustrated noise and quickly flipped Draco around, mashing his face into the rough wood of the door, scraping his nose and cheek raw. Draco heard the sound of him spitting just before two fingers came up between his buttocks, seeking his hole. When he found it, Greyback thrust both fingers in simultaneously, making Draco arch his back and scream at the burning pain of the forceful entry. If only two fingers felt this bad, how much worse would that inhumanly thick cock be?
Draco raised his hands and beat against the door, pleading for anyone on the other side to release him, to help him. He truly didn't expect an answer, so when one came, he was chilled to the bone. The answer wasn't even a word, just a cold, familiar laugh. His father's laugh.
He reared back, tipping over into Greyback's arms, a satisfied sound rumbling from the man who held him as his legs were spread wide. The sounds of more spittle and then a wet, thick, hot thing was pushing at Draco's body. Lifting Draco up, then back, Greyback speared him, sucking in a harsh breath of pleasure as Draco screamed, voice cracking, dropping into silence as the pain nearly overwhelmed him.
He was allowed a few moments to adjust, unintentional on Greyback's part most likely, but when he was hefted up again, the pain didn't overwhelm him like it had before. In fact, to his astonishment, Greyback rubbed over something in him that sent sharp tingles of pleasure up his spine, and much to his dismay, he felt his cock begin to harden.
When there was less than an inch of Greyback's cock up his arse, Greyback adjusted his hold on Draco until he was gripping Draco's thighs, pulling them apart further still, spread-eagling him, so he could look down and see Draco's reaction. He slammed Draco back down, tearing into him, forcing out another wail as the pain overwhelmed the shocks of pleasure that still managed to skitter through him.
Up again, the long, slow pull prolonging Greyback's contact with that spot inside Draco. This time, his wail was a shocked sound as a small bit of come dribbled from the tip of his reddened cock. Draco fought down the humiliation, his rapist laughing darkly in his ear, whispering to him that perhaps he wasn't so useless after all.
Draco shook his head, eyes wide with fear and self-loathing as the down stroke brought him to the edge of orgasm. His soul was shattered by the violence and pain of the rape, but his body was responding to it as eagerly as if Greyback were a favoured lover.
It only took two more times of being slid up and down for Draco to come, painting the door with thick, white globs of semen. Unable to hold back, he began sobbing quietly, his body squeezing around Greyback with every shuddering breath, pushing that man closer and closer to the edge. He moaned in a fresh wave of pain as Greyback's cock thickened even more, a signal of his impending orgasm.
Greyback threw back his head and howled as he came, thrusting raggedly over and over into Draco, then pinning him down hard against his groin as his cock gave its final few pulses. Without any gentleness or tenderness whatsoever, he pulled Draco off him and set him to his feet, watching in a sated kind of humour as Draco's legs gave out, his body crashing to the floor.
"The littlest Malfoy. A mere pup, expected to do the work of an adult pack member." A slightly cold nose nuzzles behind his ear, whiskers scraping on delicate skin, followed by the slick swipe of a warm tongue and a huffing breath.
Indignation blossoms sharp in his throat, defiant words he would undoubtedly express if he were beneath any other person. But this is Fenrir—Fenrir, his true alpha. This is being ambushed in the cool darkness of a dungeon corridor and roughly shoved to the floor; this is hearing his knees meet stone with twin cracks and his heart pounding a potent mix of anticipation and fear. This is knowing his alpha is not in the mood to be trifled with and knowing he'll offer complete and utter submission to appease him.
Another warm snuffle of breath, trailing down and around to the fine hairs at his nape. He shivers, gasps, and the chest hovering above his back shakes with a smug chuckle. "Such a receptive, beautiful pup. A good one, following the orders of your alphas, aren't you?" The craters digging in to his hips disappear, replaced by a blast of cold air as his robe is rucked up about his shoulder blades and his trousers and pants yanked about his thighs.
He moans and arches his back, his cock pulsing against his abdomen and his arse pushing against the heat of Fenrir's clothed erection. Actions are better than words in instances like these, when his alpha is thrumming with aggression and tension, seeking to reassert his dominance and claim on a pup he believes has strayed in to danger. And the realisation that yes, yes, this is one of those, arouses a soothing warmth in his chest because he knows it is done out of concern and affection and solidarity.
The cold air is blotted out by the press of thigh-against-thigh as Fenrir moves closer, his erection sliding easily into the crack of his arse. But it's still not enough, the robe Fenrir wears dampening the white-hot heat and silken skin. His whine is ignored however, and the movement of his arse, seeking, craving, is halted by ragged nails imbedding themselves in the skin of his waist, twisting and plying like maggots into a carcass. He yips and shudders, his own nails scrabbling over uneven stone. His torso undulates, curls and coils beneath the manipulative fingers.
One of the hands plying his back stops and soothes, rubbing the burning sunspots of pain before sliding along the curve of his arse and retreating completely. The rustling of fabric reaches his ears, and he whines again, eager to give his alpha what he needs. His breath is harsh and panting, bitter copper flavouring his tongue as it drags along bleeding, chapped lips. "Such a beautiful pup, Malfoy." The husky words roll through the fine hair at his nape like a sandstorm through the desert, sudden and sweeping and gritty. His arse moves in response, pushes and rebels against the firm hand holding him still. "Enough to make any pack, any alpha, proud. And you will Voldemort, won't you? You'll find a way to let us in to Hogwarts."
"Yesss …" he whimpers, pleads, head turning, seeking, eyes opening with no awareness of when they fell shut.
A comforting lick at the base of his neck and gentle nibbling along the vertebrae flares the warmth in his gut higher. Then the ragged nails are back, digging sharp craters in his hips like the specks of dirt against his cheek, and suddenly, he knows he has done something wrong despite those casual reassurances. He's displeased his alpha in some way and fear bursts into his chest like a bird from the brush, dousing the warmth and making his skin gooseflesh.
"Please … please, Fenrir, no …" he says softly, begs and seeks to turn his body over, to bare his neck and avert his gaze and offer his most vulnerable areas up to his alpha. But the hands are unyielding and Fenrir won't allow him appeasement tonight.
A low growl reverberates down his spine and his heart hammers against his ribs, robbing him of breath. Sweat burns and blurs his gaze, hands clench and knuckles whiten. "Oh yes, my pup. You've forgotten who your true alpha is. You seek to please Voldemort, to abase and submit to him." Another low growl and the nails sink deeper into his skin, piercing beyond imprints and into blood, beyond fear and into terror.
He whimpers, his erection flagging, and tries once more to roll over. "No. No, Fenrir, I—"
His alpha snarls and teeth that had nibbled so gently sink deep into the tendons bracketing his nape, holding, punishing, skewers of pressure easily capable of rending flesh. He immediately stills, trembles, twitches, like a rabbit caught in view of a wolf's piercing gaze. Moments pass as such, stretched and tense and thrumming with the barely controlled violence of an alpha wondering if he has to further punish a defiant pack member. Then, the teeth slowly release, scraping along bruised and bloodied skin as warning, a reminder of the power their owner holds.
"How dare you say no to me, to your alpha. I saw you with him tonight. The kneeling and the kissing of his boots, you filthy liar." The heated words scorch his wounds, ruffle his hair, dry his mouth, and he realises just how badly he has misjudged this situation. "You submit to Voldemort as you do to me, obey his orders and wish to please him. Your father taught you well, to be the perfect little Malfoy, the perfect little opportunistic Slytherin. The perfect little bastard." And then his alpha's cock, bared and slick and dripping precum down the inside of his crack, his thighs, rubs over his hole.
He moans and sobs, hiccupping breaths lurching out of his chest as sweat and tears mingle. Terror, desperation, and lust war with one another, loosening his tongue as he tries to sort his feelings and allowing reckless, dangerous words to slip out unchecked. "Fenrir, no, please, I just—"
"Wish to play both hands, do you? To play me for a fool?" Teeth pinch the vulnerable flesh of his left earlobe, sharp pinpricks of warning to cease movement and defiance, quickly soothed by the flick of a tongue and a snuffling grunt. "Beautiful, filthy liar," his alpha growls, raspy and sly into his ear. Nails pinch and pierce and ply, whiskers scour and sweep and scrape, and his alpha's cock is white-hot slick and nudging against his hole. "You're trying to outflank me, but you're as clumsy a pup as there ever was."
His heart beats in the sharp, fluttering staccato of caught prey, eyes wide and glazed a potent mix of terror, lust and tears. "Fenrir," he whispers thickly, begging for release or punishment or both.
"This is the real world, pup." Soft words rolling through the fine hairs of his nape, moist and heavy and cool like early morning fog over the countryside. "And in the real world, you aren't coddled or allowed second chances. You learn the first time, or you die." The tendons bracketing his neck, bruised and bloodied and aching, are roughly mouthed, tongue sliding, teeth digging, whiskers rasping. "Consider this your first lesson."
Draco whimpered but had little choice if he wanted to breathe and swallowed the wolf's semen. Tears were streaming down his dirtied face but Greyback ignored the boy. Instead, he just pushed Draco forward onto his hands and knees and circled around to kneel behind him. Draco sobbed, already able to tell what was coming next, "Please no! Please! You can't!"
Greyback punched Draco upside the head. "I can do what I want with you, bitch!" Draco continued to sob and beg; trying to pull away despite the iron grip Fenrir had on his hips. The wolf dug his claws in and Draco screamed a bit in pain through his tears. Fenrir growled some, annoyed at the crying but not bothering to tell the boy to stop since he knew Draco was beyond being able to. Fenrir leaned forward as he lined his cock up with Draco's virgin entrance. "You're mine, bitch," he growled against Draco's ear before slamming his hips forward.
Draco shrieked in pain and tried futilely to scramble away. Fenrir groaned at how tight the boy was before started to move his hips, slamming forward hard and fast while Draco continued to scream and cry. The boy was trying desperately to squirm away and Fenrir growled in annoyance before digging his teeth into Draco's shoulder, holding the boy down in a classic display of dominance.
It didn't take long for Fenrir to feel his cock twitching inside of the torn and bleeding body though to Draco it felt like an eternity. Fenrir growled around Draco's bloody shoulder as he came hard, deep inside his victim. Draco whimpered as the semen burned his insides where he'd torn. Fenrir didn't slow down though and kept rocking his hips forward until he was hard again. "As many times as I want… you're mine," he hissed against Draco's ear.
Draco sobbed and his arms went limp as his brain seemed to shut down, no longer able to keep up the fight. Fenrir gave a bloody grin at the boy's ultimate submission. He'd won. Just as he knew he would. Fenrir sped up his thrusts until he was just about to climax. Then he pulled out of the nearly unconscious boy and started stroking his bloody cock. He groaned some at the sight of cum and blood on Draco's thighs. He climaxed a moment later, his release hitting Draco's prone body and making the boy whimper at the psychological blow.
Once Fenrir was done he smiled down at his handiwork. The proud arrogant Malfoy was barely there and what was there had fundamental breaks in his spirit that Fenrir would delight in expanding. He reached over to Malfoy's shredded clothes and wiped his cock clean on the torn apart boxers. Smirking some at the destroyed and soiled garment he got a delightful idea on how to torment the bastard older Malfoy. Grabbing his wand he went to his door and spelled the evidence of his deed onto it so everyone who passed by could see.
I wanted the boy.
Pretty thing he was, too – all pale, with soft skin and lean body. Lucius fucking Malfoy's only son and heir. Still wish I could have made Malfoy senior watch what I did to his boy. It was still quite a sight, though, to watch his wife's face as I turned her son over their Chippendale sofa in the drawing room, ripped his trousers off and took him right there. His shock and fear rolled off him in waves, as sweet as the smell of his blood. He shrieked louder than I would have thought possible. And he had such a tight virgin arse! I would have bet that a pretty thing like him had been fucked at least once before. He wept and screamed and begged. I love it when they beg.
Ralph and Chuck held the mother while I did the boy. Joe wasn't really into it, but Jake enjoyed it so much he pulled out his own dick and had it off while he watched. They all had fun making with the lewd jokes while I fucked him. My claws sank into the white skin of his hips. The sharp smell of his fear and blood making me come as much as the tight wet heat of his body.
After that, the mother agreed to anything that would keep the boy alive. It's not as if she had a choice.
I decided to make her boy my dog. The Malfoy heir naked and grovelling at my feet, licking my boots – and anything else I told him to lick. We feasted that night on the rich food the Malfoys usually enjoyed. The boy lay naked and curled at my feet, whimpering occasionally. I enjoyed the strain in his mother's face and the way her nails dug into her hands until they bled, as she tried to keep from going to him.
After dinner, I dragged the boy by his hair as I had his mother show me to Lucius' suite. I slept in the rich man's bed with his son on the floor beside it. I found it so intoxicating that I took the boy again over the side of his father's bed. His screams were no less loud that time, still torn up from the earlier go. I guess it might have hurt even more this time. I drifted to sleep to the musical sounds of him crying and moaning where he lay on the hardwood floor in a pool of his own blood and my spunk. I don't think he moved in the night, because he was in the same place that morning when I made him get up to go down to breakfast.
I dressed in his father's clothes. A little Resizing Charm and they worked well enough. Dressing in the Lord of the Manor's clothes and sitting at the head of his table. It was all great fun. At breakfast, my boys and I started making plans for our stay. I kept my dog crouched naked at my feet during the meal and when he finally got up the courage to ask for some food, I made him suck my cock first. He gagged on it, tears running down his cheeks while I fucked his pretty face. Then I threw him a sausage afterward. He managed to eat it, but his mother didn't touch her food.
I had to keep the boy beside me, of course. Mostly so the mother didn't try anything. But making him my bitch certainly had its benefits. He suffered beautifully, whimpering and cringing. At dinner that night, I bent him over his family's dining table and held him down, face pressed into the pudding, as I had him. His mother stopped coming to meals after that. The entertainment may have affected her appetite.
He was damaged enough that I did a Healing Charm on him that night, and most nights after. Not out of any kind of fucking pity, mind you – just didn't want him expiring on us and losing our edge. We needed the mother presentable and controllable if someone should call.
He learned quickly enough to do whatever I told him. I leashed him and made him beg to relieve himself in a corner (something I assume the house-elf cleaned). We made him eat without his hands, taking the little bit of food we threw on the floor and lapping water from a dish. He was quite the puppy. Hard to resist kicking or fucking him whenever he bent over like that. Of course, it was even harder not to just finish him. I imagined what his flesh would feel like in my teeth and his blood dripping down my throat. Sometimes it was all I could think of when I fucked him. I used him hard and often. After about a week, I started sharing him with the others.
First time, we were playing cards and I needed to up the ante. So I threw a few hours with him into the pot.
Chuck got lucky that night and we all had fun watching him, of course. The boy was quite the little whore once he got used to it and he got a lot of use. Joe didn't much care for boys himself, so I promised he could have the mother when all was done. Ralph preferred the blokes. Chuck and I just liked them young. Jake, well, he didn't care as long as he got to really hurt them. Pain and humiliation was his thing. First time he had the boy, he made him suck his cock and then pissed in his mouth after, forcing the boy to swallow it. He did stuff like that. It was worth watching just to see the boy's reaction – all horror and revulsion and getting sick after.
By the second week the brat had glassy eyes, not really seeming to notice much around him anymore. That's when the mother made her move. I guess she realised by then that even if the boy lived, he was never going to be the son she remembered. That, or she finally looked in the sky and saw the moon getting rounder.
We caught them, of course. We bound the mother to a chair and made her watch every minute of it while we all took turns with her son. Yes, at least one of us had him every day as it was, but she usually hid in her room rather than watch or hear. That night I took a second go with him and laid stripes down his back with my claws. The blood was gorgeous – all hot and pungent, the glistening bright red such a contrast with the boy's pale skin. I lapped it up while I fucked him. She sicked up all over the place then.
Full moon, we locked her in her room, just in case she got the wrong idea. We weren't done with her yet and didn't want to risk one of us getting out of hand and ripping her up. The boy was another matter, though.
He certainly knew what night it was and the look in his eyes told me he had some idea of what would happen to him. Maybe he thought it would be quick. Maybe he thought we would let him die. He was wrong on both counts.
There was something obscenely gratifying about doing him then – Lucius Malfoy's son taking it up the arse from a wolf. Makes me hot just thinking about it. I mounted him, and then he did try to get away, terror overriding any sense of inevitability. I used both front paws to hold his hips as I thrust.
Did you know that "boner" isn't just an expression when it comes to wolves? Wolves have a real bone in their dicks. Harder than a human's that way. I pushed into him, feeling his entire body shudder in panic. Didn't matter how many times I had fucked him before, he wasn't ready for that or for what happened next. Wolf cocks swell inside the bitch. As his arse clenched and his body shivered, I could feel my prick pushing out, filling him so tight it was almost painful. Well, certainly painful for him, if the way he screamed was any indication. The more he writhed under me, the worse it was for him, of course. We were tied that way for a good half hour while I pumped seed into him and howled. It was bloody fantastic. And just when I felt my arousal was slipping, I bit down on the back of his shoulder, ripping into that soft flesh I had been lusting after for weeks. Hot tangy blood spurted, filling my mouth and splashing on the gardenias. I'll always remember that delicious scent of blood and gardenias. He actually survived it.
Jake took to using different objects to rape the boy with. One particularly creative time he used a delicate blown-glass flower vase. The idiot house-elf must have cut and put the roses and gardenias in the vase. Jake dumped them out and worked the slender glass into the boy, explaining to the crying brat that if his muscles clenched around the vase and broke it, he'd have broken glass in his arse. It was a riot to watch the boy try to hold himself open with glass shoved up him and then the panic stricken grey eyes when Jake picked up the roses and began whipping him with them. Leaves and petals flew, while the thorns scored the boy's soft skin, flicking blood all over both of them and the upholstery. I found that so hot I made the the dog suck my cock while Jack pulled the only-cracked vase out and fucked him.
I still kept my bitch with me at nights and really enjoyed forcing him to do the work, making him ride me the way I knew he liked it. There were times I even used some potions I found in his father's cabinets. I think he was more horrified when he got off on it than when he didn't. His pale skin flushed and he closed his eyes as he slid up and down my shaft, his own prick shuddering as he came. He wept more those nights and the sound was my favourite melody.
One time we gave him one of the Lust Potions and then refused him for hours, watching him beg and plead and wank so much he rubbed himself raw. He took on all of us then, even convincing Joe to let him suck his cock while he was spread and stretched wide, double penetrated by both Ralph's and Jake's pricks as I splattered his face with my seed.
full moon, I watched as the boy shuddered and howled his way through his transition, a stunningly bright white wolf lying there panting when it was done. I didn't give him time to recover. It had been fantastic to fuck the boy as a wolf and it was even hotter to rape him then, one wolf on another. He growled and howled, struggling in ways he no longer did in human form.
When I was done I let the rest of the pack have him, too. His howls of pain then were probably loud enough to wake the dead. By the time we were finished, the white fur on his haunches was dark with matted blood. Then we moved on to the kill.
"Undress!" Fenrir barked, a deep, amber gaze fixed on the trembling youth. Draco unhooked his robes with a fluttering feeling in his stomach, letting them fall to the slightly moist grass, his fingers clumsy with nervousness as they fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Around him he could hear rustling. In astonishment he registered that the dark figures were moving as the whole werewolf pack cast off their clothes.
Expectant restlessness grasped the pack as the gentle breeze whispering through the glade suddenly freshened up. A gust of wind swept over the forbidden forest and moonlight lit the scene as the clouds moved on. Draco looked up, his eyes growing wide in shock as he took in the rounding of the full moon and all colour left his face when he beheld the predators surrounding him.
The nocturnal twilight revealed staggering and groaning men slowly changing shape. Faces and limbs distorted, jaws elongated into snarling muzzles baring lethal fangs, ears, tails and claws grew as fur started to cover every inch of muscular bodies. Menacing growls were rising out of the darkness until Fenrir threw his head back in a feral howl, which was answered by his pack.
Draco could only stare, his heart almost stopping as a snarling Fenrir stepped closer to him. It was strictly forbidden to be close to werewolves while they transformed because of the imminent danger they posed when their instincts took over. Draco raised his wand to apparate out of the danger zone when Fenrir dealt him a brutal blow, causing the wand to disappear into the darkness. The werewolf´s amber eyes bore into his silver ones, causing his heart to palpitate and his body to shudder with fear. Draco slid his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable end. He grimaced when hot breath ghosted over his face and puffed against his throat, expecting those long sharp teeth to close around his flesh and tear it open.
When the pain failed to materialize he slowly opened his eyes to stare right into the creature´s yellow eyes. The following moment Draco was harshly pushed to the ground, eliciting a surprised yelp from him at the hard impact. Fenrir growled at him, pushing him over onto his stomach with a prolonged hind-paw, the sharp claws painfully cutting into Draco´s side. Draco lay on the cool grass, panting in fear, when his eyes wandered up the werewolf´s powerful body and came to rest on an erection of intimidating size protruding from a grey-furred sheath. It took him some moments to realise that the snarling and drooling creatures surrounding him were waiting for something and finally he understood what they expected from him.
Draco slowly pushed himself up onto his hands and knees in submission to the beast and raised his rump. He started when the werewolf´s snout was thrust between his legs, sniffing and licking his buttocks and privates. The feeling of being at the mercy of Fenrir Greyback created a weird sensual thrill, reawakening his fantasies of being dominated and taken by the pack leader. His cock reacted immediately by filling out and throbbing pleasurably while he instinctively pushed back against the rough tongue licking along his crack, moaning in pleasure.
The werewolf growled again, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through Draco, before he moved on top of the beautifully pale body. He mounted him in one fluid motion, his claws breaking the in the moonlight shining skin, causing Draco to exhale in pain, as strong forepaws clasped the youth firmly by the chest. The sensation of the rugged fur against his naked skin made the blonde aristocrat tremble with the need to be rutted by the rabid beast. A low growl was rising in Fenrir´s throat as he searchingly moved his furry sheath along the boy´s behind, to evolve into a triumphant howl when his moist cock thrust into Draco´s unprepared hole.
Draco shuddered at the exquisite pain the bestial act caused, biting his lip as the rapacious cock of the werewolf leader brutally plunged into him. This was everything he had dreamed of and more. The werewolf fucking him at an excruciating pace had claimed his dominance over Draco while the pack was snarling and growling at him, the respect for their leader the only reason why they had not mutilated him until now. He gasped in pure bliss as he savored every unrelenting thrust, the canine cock filling him, ravaging him like non of his former paramours had been able to.
Soon Draco had the sensation of getting stretched further with each and every thrust, as if the flesh within him was still growing and the intrusion became painful again. Fenrir rammed his swelling penis into him at a furious pace, unheeding the painfilled moans he drew from his human bitch. The thrusts were quickening in pace as the knot growing at the base of his cock tortured Draco´s entrance, his body tensing with discomfort, until the monstrous swelling was finally forced in with the same ferocity Fenrir showed whenever he satisfied his wolfish needs.
Draco screamed in pain as the knot entered him, the streching of his anus exceeding anything he had ever suffered before this night. Tears streamed down his face at the agony the unbearable girth caused, while the unbelievable pressure on his prostate caused him to come hard within moments. He shuddered and moaned in ecstasy as his hole cramped around the werewolf´s cock which jerked and filled him for the first time this night with hot sperm. The liquid was too much for the cramped space to hold and part of it ran down his thighs, mingling with his sweat and soaking into Fenrir´s fur.
Draco had hoped that the mating would have ended here, ended the pain and debasement, but he was tied to the werewolf. The giant knot was painfully stuck inside him and Fenrir´s stamina as a werewolf obviously surpassed any human male´s as he started the rutting again without further ado. Draco´s arms started to shake as the act took its toll on him. He wailed in agony as the ruthless humping almost tore him apart, stammering useless pleas at the creatures watching their writhing prey with gleaming eyes.
Fenrir showed that he deserved his reputation for being a merciless, savage beast. He satisfied his animalistic lust using Draco´s need with the same ferocity he devoured the flesh of children to satisfy his wolfish cravings. Draco was lost in sexual rapture as he was impaled on the werewolf´s cock, his perceptions reduced to the blazing agony in his backside, the throbbing pleasure in his groin and the rhythmic shockwave running through him whenever the enlarged base of Fenrir´s cock scraped over his prostate.
Draco was blind and deaf to his surroundings, didn´t know if minutes or hours passed while the pack leader spurted into him four more times, filling him with a torrent of watery sperm, almost visibly distending his bowels. He didn´t realise that he came again and again until he had no sperm left to give, screaming in orgasmic bliss as his body shuddered in agony.
The feelings of pain and pleasure merged into a never ending cycle of sensation, which was finally broken when Fenrir stilled in him, the swelling of his cock reducing to normal girth again, allowing Draco´s overloaded senses to feel acutely when razor-sharp fangs tore into his left shoulder. His eyes opened wide in shock as he yelled in pain and terror. 'contagious...werewolf' was the last albeit incoherent thought on Draco´s mind before he fell into darkness.
His skin started to burn, the burning sensation spreading through muscles and bones, growing in intensity until he couldn´t hold his agonized screams back any longer. His jaws started to change shape, forming into a snout, while his skin rapidly grew a silvercoloured fur on his distorted limbs. In his furry sheath his red and moist cock stiffened, the animalistic lust taking over his mind within seconds. Draco growled in need as he looked up into glittering amber eyes, the eyes of Fenrir Greyback. He could smell the other male, the alpha male.