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Adult ++
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18
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5,116
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52
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Werewolves and Mates
A/N: Sorry for the wait, i got a little sidetracked, you know, with life...
Chapter 12: Werewolves and mates
Harry knelt within a makeshift nest of his friend’s intestines. The smell of stomach acid, fecal matter, blood and sex filled his nose, yet was all but impossible for him to perceive.
Though his eyes were nearly closed he could still see the stark red that painted his hands, wrists, all the way to his elbows.
“Dev.”
The call was a metronomes tick. Ever present yet easily ignored. Like the sound of a non existent heart beat. After all, the heart wasn’t beating, not anymore. He could see it on the floor a few feet away and it was completely still.
Though his senses were near to useless his memories were unending.
Lylla giving him her hand to shake. Her laughter when she found him drinking blood. Her easy acceptance of his vampire nature. Her admittance that she was a werewolf. Her howl of ecstasy when she ripped a human throat from its home.
Lylla as she threw up the raw human meat she had eaten on the night of the full moon. Lylla as she begged him to help her. Lylla as she screamed in pain when the change took her. Her fear when her own brother died by her hand. Her begging pleas to be killed. Her face when he refused.
Lylla as she returned from a night on the prowl. Her hollow eyes as she told him of her night and the customers she would have loved to kill. Her tears when she realized her latest customer had gotten her pregnant.
Her cold blue eyes as she watched him. As she moved towards him as she purred in his ear. As her hand fell between his legs.
“I know you watch me. I know you want me.”
He could feel her rounded belly press against his own flat stomach. He groaned as her hand slid beneath his pants and her fingers rushed his cock. But he couldn’t stop his reaction. Her breath on his ear, her hand on his cock, her begging whispers.
Lylla had begged him, she had pleaded, every night she would tell him her stories in hopes that he would hear her cry for help. And only now had she discovered her road to freedom.
He couldn’t stop. His teeth buried themselves in her flesh, his hands ripped. She screamed and he tore her apart. Pain, fear, ecstasy. It was never ending and he could not stop.
“Dev!”
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Harry sat up on bed, his cries ringing in his ears. Shaking his head he fell back into bed. His thoughts quickly turned from his dream to the previous day. He had finally made up with Draco. The whole werewolf thing had been glossed over and Harry had managed to convince Draco things would be okay. He only wished it were true.
So far he had retained control of himself. However his need to be with his mate was becoming harder to ignore. Even the simple contact of yesterday when Draco had shaken his hand had nearly driven Harry over the edge. He needed to taste Draco...and soon.
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Ginny held the breath in as long as she could before releasing it with a hack. A nock at her door made her jump. Between hacks she called, “Just!…a minute!”
She quickly shoved her supplies under her bed and unlocked the door. Hermione gave her a glare before making her way to her own bed and laying on it.
Ginny was about to sigh in relief when Hermione said, “I don’t care about the pot Gin, but if I catch you taking any of that other shit again I’ll tell Blaise.”
Ginny felt herself blush and nodded her head. She had given up the other drugs after her conversation with Harry earlier that week and Hermione had been watching her closely ever since. Though Ginny had pretty much forsaken her past life, the sex, the drugs, she was glad she still had the pot. It calmed her nerves to have at least one release.
“Oh, Ginny?” Hermione called as Ginny was preparing to leave.
“Yeah?” Ginny asked, turning back to see Hermione blushing.
“Blaise…he asked me out on a date next Saturday…um…” Hermione faltered, her face shifting to a brighter shade of red.
Ginny grinned wickedly at the suffering girl. “About damn time. That boy’s had it bad for you since second year. Are you going to take him up on the offer?”
“I already have,” Hermione said, then giggled. Ginny laughed at her friend.
“You are such a teenage girl,” Ginny told her with a whacked smile. Hermione huffed and threw a pillow at her.
“But you do know,” Hermione yelled as Ginny made a hasty retreat, “that only means Blaise will be more on my side from now on!”
“VIXEN!” Ginny yelled back before closing the door. She was giggling all the way to the library. Licking her lips she glanced around the large room. She needed to get a few books to help her finish her transfiguration essay.
After gathering the required reading materials she settled herself at a desk. As she flipped one of the books open a large puff of dust filled the air. A harsh cough caught Ginny’s attention and she glanced at the person sitting across and one seat to her left.
“You mind?” Pansy said, waving a hand in front of her face to clear the air.
“Oops, sorry,” Ginny said. And for the second time that day she felt herself blush.
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“Hey,” Blaise called to the blonde.
“Hi,” Draco responded, veering his path so he could walk with the other Slytherin.
“I finally asked Hermione out,” Blaise said with a grin.
“Well that took for ever,” Draco laughed.
“Yeah, yeah. Did you hear? The names are going to be picked tonight,” Blaise said as they turned a corner.
“Yeah, Viktor was telling me, he and Marla both entered their names and a few others from there. But I doubt Marla will be chosen,” Draco replied.
“Mhm,” Blaise agreed. “Besides, if she was Greg would probably have a heart attack.”
Draco laughed at the mental image and nodded. “Have you noticed Pansy hanging around lately?” he asked after a brief silence.
Blaise nodded. They made their way down a staircase before he said, “I think she and Ginny might be going out. She’s only ever studying with us if Ginny’s there.”
“Ah,” Draco sighed in understanding.
“What about you and Harry? I know you guys made up but…” Blaise let the question trail off.
“About that. He asked me how I got turned yesterday,” Draco said, managing to sidestep the implied question.
Blaise halted in the middle of the corridor and smacked himself in the head with the palm of his hand.
“Yeah,” Draco sighed. “You completely forgot didn’t you? I had to tell him the entire story. He about had kittens when I told him he had a godfather. Nearly cried when I told him he was a convicted murderer and about laughed himself silly when I revealed the murder charges were all wrong.”
By now Blaise was doubled over, his laughter causing tears to leak form his eyes. “That,” he gasped, “sounds…like our Harry.”
“Yeah,” Draco sighed softly. ‘Our Harry’. They walked the rest of the way to lunch in silence. Draco didn’t want to mention the fact that Harry had nearly kissed him the other night.
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Chapter 12: Werewolves and mates
Harry knelt within a makeshift nest of his friend’s intestines. The smell of stomach acid, fecal matter, blood and sex filled his nose, yet was all but impossible for him to perceive.
Though his eyes were nearly closed he could still see the stark red that painted his hands, wrists, all the way to his elbows.
“Dev.”
The call was a metronomes tick. Ever present yet easily ignored. Like the sound of a non existent heart beat. After all, the heart wasn’t beating, not anymore. He could see it on the floor a few feet away and it was completely still.
Though his senses were near to useless his memories were unending.
Lylla giving him her hand to shake. Her laughter when she found him drinking blood. Her easy acceptance of his vampire nature. Her admittance that she was a werewolf. Her howl of ecstasy when she ripped a human throat from its home.
Lylla as she threw up the raw human meat she had eaten on the night of the full moon. Lylla as she begged him to help her. Lylla as she screamed in pain when the change took her. Her fear when her own brother died by her hand. Her begging pleas to be killed. Her face when he refused.
Lylla as she returned from a night on the prowl. Her hollow eyes as she told him of her night and the customers she would have loved to kill. Her tears when she realized her latest customer had gotten her pregnant.
Her cold blue eyes as she watched him. As she moved towards him as she purred in his ear. As her hand fell between his legs.
“I know you watch me. I know you want me.”
He could feel her rounded belly press against his own flat stomach. He groaned as her hand slid beneath his pants and her fingers rushed his cock. But he couldn’t stop his reaction. Her breath on his ear, her hand on his cock, her begging whispers.
Lylla had begged him, she had pleaded, every night she would tell him her stories in hopes that he would hear her cry for help. And only now had she discovered her road to freedom.
He couldn’t stop. His teeth buried themselves in her flesh, his hands ripped. She screamed and he tore her apart. Pain, fear, ecstasy. It was never ending and he could not stop.
“Dev!”
~~~~~~
Harry sat up on bed, his cries ringing in his ears. Shaking his head he fell back into bed. His thoughts quickly turned from his dream to the previous day. He had finally made up with Draco. The whole werewolf thing had been glossed over and Harry had managed to convince Draco things would be okay. He only wished it were true.
So far he had retained control of himself. However his need to be with his mate was becoming harder to ignore. Even the simple contact of yesterday when Draco had shaken his hand had nearly driven Harry over the edge. He needed to taste Draco...and soon.
~~~~~~
Ginny held the breath in as long as she could before releasing it with a hack. A nock at her door made her jump. Between hacks she called, “Just!…a minute!”
She quickly shoved her supplies under her bed and unlocked the door. Hermione gave her a glare before making her way to her own bed and laying on it.
Ginny was about to sigh in relief when Hermione said, “I don’t care about the pot Gin, but if I catch you taking any of that other shit again I’ll tell Blaise.”
Ginny felt herself blush and nodded her head. She had given up the other drugs after her conversation with Harry earlier that week and Hermione had been watching her closely ever since. Though Ginny had pretty much forsaken her past life, the sex, the drugs, she was glad she still had the pot. It calmed her nerves to have at least one release.
“Oh, Ginny?” Hermione called as Ginny was preparing to leave.
“Yeah?” Ginny asked, turning back to see Hermione blushing.
“Blaise…he asked me out on a date next Saturday…um…” Hermione faltered, her face shifting to a brighter shade of red.
Ginny grinned wickedly at the suffering girl. “About damn time. That boy’s had it bad for you since second year. Are you going to take him up on the offer?”
“I already have,” Hermione said, then giggled. Ginny laughed at her friend.
“You are such a teenage girl,” Ginny told her with a whacked smile. Hermione huffed and threw a pillow at her.
“But you do know,” Hermione yelled as Ginny made a hasty retreat, “that only means Blaise will be more on my side from now on!”
“VIXEN!” Ginny yelled back before closing the door. She was giggling all the way to the library. Licking her lips she glanced around the large room. She needed to get a few books to help her finish her transfiguration essay.
After gathering the required reading materials she settled herself at a desk. As she flipped one of the books open a large puff of dust filled the air. A harsh cough caught Ginny’s attention and she glanced at the person sitting across and one seat to her left.
“You mind?” Pansy said, waving a hand in front of her face to clear the air.
“Oops, sorry,” Ginny said. And for the second time that day she felt herself blush.
~~~~~~~
“Hey,” Blaise called to the blonde.
“Hi,” Draco responded, veering his path so he could walk with the other Slytherin.
“I finally asked Hermione out,” Blaise said with a grin.
“Well that took for ever,” Draco laughed.
“Yeah, yeah. Did you hear? The names are going to be picked tonight,” Blaise said as they turned a corner.
“Yeah, Viktor was telling me, he and Marla both entered their names and a few others from there. But I doubt Marla will be chosen,” Draco replied.
“Mhm,” Blaise agreed. “Besides, if she was Greg would probably have a heart attack.”
Draco laughed at the mental image and nodded. “Have you noticed Pansy hanging around lately?” he asked after a brief silence.
Blaise nodded. They made their way down a staircase before he said, “I think she and Ginny might be going out. She’s only ever studying with us if Ginny’s there.”
“Ah,” Draco sighed in understanding.
“What about you and Harry? I know you guys made up but…” Blaise let the question trail off.
“About that. He asked me how I got turned yesterday,” Draco said, managing to sidestep the implied question.
Blaise halted in the middle of the corridor and smacked himself in the head with the palm of his hand.
“Yeah,” Draco sighed. “You completely forgot didn’t you? I had to tell him the entire story. He about had kittens when I told him he had a godfather. Nearly cried when I told him he was a convicted murderer and about laughed himself silly when I revealed the murder charges were all wrong.”
By now Blaise was doubled over, his laughter causing tears to leak form his eyes. “That,” he gasped, “sounds…like our Harry.”
“Yeah,” Draco sighed softly. ‘Our Harry’. They walked the rest of the way to lunch in silence. Draco didn’t want to mention the fact that Harry had nearly kissed him the other night.
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