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Later that afternoon, the Merwoman's corpse had been removed to some antechamber within the cave for Malfoy to butcher out of Hermione's sight. Soon afterwards, she began to truly experience some of the symptoms he'd related.

The low grade fever made her sweat so badly that she'd had to take the cloak off and drape it loosely about her, while lying inert upon the soft magical moss. Her body had tingled from head to toe, and she'd gushed wet between her legs. It had been uncomfortable both on a physical and a mental level to not be able to control her arousal. It was almost as bad as the times Theodore Nott would come to her cell, usually a few times during the month, right around the full moon. He'd come and her body would respond, trained over the years to expect penetration...

"Stop thinking about him," Malfoy groused in her head.

Another side-effect of the growing claim of the Lycanthropy upon her was a sort of shared mental telepathy. Malfoy explained it as a collective pack mind, much as wolves shared in the wild. She could hear his thoughts when he projected them, and as Alpha, he could read hers when her emotions ran high. There was little privacy between pack members.

That he was projecting his thoughts to her now from another room within the cave meant their bond was growing stronger. Eventually, distance would mean nothing; they'd be able to 'talk' to each other in their minds from thousands of miles away. That's what being mated to him meant for her, he'd explained.

Still, she refused to succumb to his dominance. "I will if I want," she argued. "You can't stop me."

The argument reminded her of Harry, who used to jokingly refer to her as 'Bossy-Pants' on occasion when they'd been eleven and twelve. Malfoy was being the Bossy-Pants now.

A pang of regret and loss once more hit her as she thought of her old friend...

"Stop thinking about him, too," Malfoy growled.

"Make me."

She wasn't sure where this daring was coming from. All she knew was her body was hot, and there was a need growing in her core that was wet and desperate for attention. For the first time in her life, she actually, really wanted sex. She threw off the cloak, as its scratchiness was uncomfortable, and reached between her legs to cup her core, squeezing her thighs together.

From somewhere down the cavern, Malfoy's growl resonated. It was a sound indicating he was both cross and aroused at the same time.

"Granger, if you touch yourself, I'm coming in there. Don't tempt me."

Some strange, animal instinct nudged her to do it, but the rational, human side of her head told her not to push her luck. The thought of sex with a Werewolf, even a familiar one who could 'speak' to her as if he were really still human, made her shudder. It was too close to bestiality for her tastes.

So, she suffered and squirmed, and tried to ignore the fact that over the next several hours, all of her senses were blooming… and the smell of Malfoy's barely-restrained sexual hunger was becoming sharper to her nose, despite the distance he kept.

Eventually, she slipped into the hot spring again, needing to scrub the sweat and need from her skin, uncaring of the state of her nudity, or that her 'host-saviour' might be peeping.

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DAY THREE

The itching of her skin woke Hermione up from a deep, restless sleep. Bathed in sweat, she rolled onto her side and moaned as a migraine headache pounded in her head. A soft, wet tongue licked her face, irritating her.

"No," she whimpered, pushing against something furry and warm.

"It's starting, Granger. Hold onto my hand, no matter how bad it gets. I'm here. And for fuck's sake, don't stop breathing."

Itchy and feeling a bit thin in her skin, Hermione moaned. Her legs kicked out, restless, but her hand was held steady in Malfoy's careful, but firm grip.

She seemed to float for a while in a haze of moderate pain… and then the change came, and it hit her with all the power of an Unforgivable. Every muscle in her body spasmed at once, and she felt herself literally breaking apart, bone by bone. She screamed, agonised as she popped everywhere and snapped back together again like those little, plastic Lego pieces. Her skin felt as if a thousand suns resided underneath it, boiling her into stew, and she gagged on blood as her teeth and jaw were destroyed and remade.

It went on and on for Godric knew how long, until thankfully, her nervous system simply shut down, and then it was lights out once more.

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DAY FOUR

Consciousness came back slowly.

The first thing Hermione noticed was that the blanket that held her was warm and furry. Instinctively, she turned her head, letting her cheek rub against it, enjoying the tickling sensation.

The second thing she noticed was the scent of sex. That musky aphrodisiac pulled at her senses, causing her to be aware of a familiar ache between her thighs…

"Good morning, mate."

"Huh?" was all she could manage as she weakly came to. She stared up… into the face of a monster.

Screaming, she tried her best to get away, but the thing had her in its embrace, and rolled her onto her back, pinning her to something soft and squishy.

"Calm down, it's only me. Ow! Don't bite anymore. You did enough of that yesterday."

Unfortunately, what little strength she'd been able to muster in the face of terror drained quickly, leaving her panting with exhaustion and easily overpowered. Tears clogged her vision and she gave a weak sob. "Kill me," she rasped. Her throat felt raw and stripped of its meat. "Please, no more."

The monster was gentle as it nuzzled and licked her, lapping up her tears.

"I won't hurt you. Calm down. Things can take a bit to come back after the first change."

"Change?" she asked, confused.

"You became a Werewolf, like me. Remember?"

She blinked, trying to pull back the curtain of her memories. They returned slowly, and Hermione became horrified all over again. "No, no, no," she repeated, turning her head away.

"Oh, yes, Granger. You changed, you survived, you fed, and we mated. In fact, it's just about that time again. Your smell tells me you need it."

Something large and wet rubbed against her pelvis, and her body instinctually reacted. A snarling, greedy arousal stirred in her womb, and an unwilling moan escaped her lips. Malfoy licked her throat right over her pulse, causing it to speed up. He nipped very tenderly over the skin where he'd bitten her initially, and that set off another chain reaction within her lower belly. As if a Lust Charm had her in its teeth, her entire body flooded with instantaneous need. Her nipples hardened and her juices flowed between her lower lips, slicking them up. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache.

"Turn over for me."

He let her wrists go, and for the first time, she noticed that the shackles were gone.

"Your change snapped them. They're over with your bag. Now focus… on me."

She looked down the length of their bodies. His erection was taut against his belly, fully unsheathed and dripping for her.

Oh, God. Was she really going to do this?

He growled, and instinctively she understood what the sound meant: obedience was required of her. She also felt his Alpha-ness pressing down on the inside of her skull, making his mastery over her known. She was pack now, his bitch, and he expected her to comply. Her impulsive body moved on its own, turning over onto its hands and knees. She whined both in protest and with need, and it was a very canine sound, despite her human vocal chords.

One big hand pressed against her head, forcing her cheek down into the soft moss. The other gripped her hip, careful not to press sharp claws into her tender flesh. His huge, slick erection probed her vagina, and she went stock still, realising there was no escaping what he was about to do to her. He'd mated her again and again yesterday, and as the memories returned, she remembered being more than voluntary in that regard.

With strength, he pushed forward, piercing her body and stretching her wide. She felt like she was choking on his size, thought surely he would tear her up. Instead, she accommodated his cock as if she'd been made for it, and she was so wet and ready, it was an easy entry. Once he was buried as far as he could go without hurting her, he leaned forward over the expanse of her back and licked over the initial bite wound he'd made on her shoulder. His tongue lapped at it as he held still within her.

"You feel so good. Bloody hell, it gets better every time we do this!"

Before she could ask how many times they'd gone at it, the answer was recalled with startling clarity. She blushed at the sheer wantonness of their sex the day before as the images flashed before her closed eyes, and at the delicious memory of being knotted by him each time… That whine again sounded from her throat, and she arched her back into him, wiggling her hips in a silent plea for him to take her once more.

His pace was not gentle, as it was an animal's need unleashed, and she took it, enjoyed it even. He growled and grunted, dominating her by clamping onto her shoulder and holding her in place with his greater weight; she whined and moaned, submitting to him once more.

Vaguely, she was aware in the back of her consciousness that what she was doing was depraved, but another part reminded her that she wasn't fully human anymore, and so those mores and morals couldn't be applied to her any longer. She was being mated by her mate, and the female wolf within her recognised it, and even revelled in it.

When his cock began thickening at the base, it brought her such pleasure she nearly went dizzy with it. The tight knot in his flesh swelled until he became unable to withdraw from her, and the sensation of being held so perfectly in the moment was so exquisite, that Hermione's whole body gave itself over the experience, shuddering with a climax that left her breathless and emotionally rung-out in the aftermath.

At the same moment her body was rocking the pleasure, Malfoy's exploded, releasing his seed up into her in powerful spurts. Pulling his mouth from her flesh, Draco tilted his head to the cavern's tall ceiling and howled in triumph, holding her tightly against him as wave after wave of his hot semen splashed against the opening to her womb.

Lying limply under him, Hermione could only cry, knowing in that moment that she would never be able to live without him again. Draco Malfoy had made her a prisoner as much as Azkaban had.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Notes:

Male wolves in the wild 'knot' their mates during copulation to assure conception.

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