Doom of Umbridge

Hermione was lonely.

She had no play things here and with the Twins running off back to the Burrow she did not have even them to keep her company.

Harry was with Tonks and they were getting reacquainted in his locked and silenced room. Ginny had been missing since the order meeting.

She still had several serves of her cock potion (a non-spell equivalent she could use over the holidays) and had a few other interesting potions just in case the mood arose but it was no good if she did not have a partner.

She did not even contemplate Ron for a moment. Fucking him would be wrong on so many levels. Molly had suggested she and Ron get to know each other better. Ron had visibly shuddered when he had heard that and Hermione had almost been sick.

Manu years ago they had once tried to get along but had failed quite badly. Ron was evil and she, well she considered herself more mean than evil.

Her mind drifted to Remus and the other members residing in the house.

Sirius was taken. She had looked in on his fun with Hestia and Emmeline. She did not have any desire or want to join them, he was happy and looked to love the girls he was with and she just wanted a lay. But Remus was free.

He was seated in the library, reading a book on Muggle camping. Hermione knew that Remus knew of what she, Ron and Harry got up to at Hogwarts. She also knew he disliked age differences. Tonks had told how difficult a plaything he was, but once he got going he was brutal. His werewolf blood would boil and he would literally mate you was how she described her encounter with the beast man.

Hermione decided to try her luck. Stripping off her panties and getting herself wet with thoughts of what may cum. She walked in and leaned over his shoulder.

"Hiya Remes"

Remus cringed at the nickname she had taken to using for him.

"What can I do for you my dear..." he paused and sniffed the air smelling the scent of arousal "that does not involve sex."

Hermione pouted "Well I could not sleep and I was looking for someone to..."

"Fuck." He smiled "Not me. You may be hot, wet and well-endowed up top but I am way too old for you."

"Awe Remes you're not too old. I mean I've had far older than you and I bet you have the stamina to keep up with me. I mean you're not impotent or something are you?"

Remus cringed. Hermione had gone with the 'make you feel so useless that you feel the need to prove yourself tactic'. She straddled his legs taking the book from his hands.

"I mean you can do it? You're not that old are you?" She rubbed into him, her fluids dripping onto his robes. The muskiness filling the room.

To Remus he knew what she was doing but the werewolf in him wanted to prove her wrong regardless. Unable to stop himself he grabbed her threw her to the floor and ripped his robes away.

She watched in awe as his beautiful and thick 8 inch prick was revealed. Quickly she spread her legs and flipped up the short Muggle skirt she had been wearing. Remus lowered himself to her. Not happy with the position he turned her over so she was on all fours.

Happy, he pushed into her from behind. Doggy style was always his favourite.

Hermione was not totally ready and when he entered her she cried out. When he began to hump and thrust a million miles a minute she just simply tried to hold on. Slowly over the next half hour she warmed to the sex.

He never stopped, never broke pace. Constant non-stop fucking. No foreplay, no words of affection. He was going to breed her. But first he was going to prove how good a mate he was.

Hermione was getting raw, but was gushing her 49th orgasm. Nearly 4 hours of this. Her knees were chaffed but her core was almost bleeding from his continuous assault. She did not ask him to stop.

She had wanted this, wanted sex like this for a long time. It was a good pain. On her 50th orgasm he stopped. Forcing her against the ground her thrust once twice, three times and came.

Rope after rope of thick cum entered her. It filled her. Coated every surface. Eased the sting of her burning love tunnel. Remus continued to cum for nearly 3 minutes. Unloading his balls into the girl who had dared challenge his prowess.

He made her his. Breeded her well and was putting her away wet.

He got up off her. Cleaned his body and robe with a quick spell. Then returned to his chair and book. Happy and content he looked down at Hermione. A panting gooey mess on the floor. Unable to move, unable to do anything but stare up at him.

Remus figured if he felt like it he might try her arse after he finished the next chapter, an interesting series of articles on what to do if you encounter wolves while camping in the wilderness.