Hunter and Prey

Hermione choked. Not that. Anything but that. She wasn’t on the pill. After Ron she’d rather gone off men. Besides, the wizarding divorce laws were heavily slanted towards blame. She hadn’t wanted to muddy the waters by getting involved with someone before the matter was officially resolved. Having a werewolf’s baby was certainly not in her best interests if she wanted a generous alimony settlement, she thought almost hysterically. She had to get out of here! Fast!

“Malfoy said you’d taken the orange haired one as your mate.” Fenrir slid his hands down to her sex to tease her. He knew how to please a female. He wanted to get this one howling. His fingers found the little bud in her folds and rubbed it. “Why didn’t you give him cubs, bitch? Wasn’t his seed strong enough?” The werewolf laughed, pulling out of her so he could rub his length between her legs. “I’ll give you a round belly, don’t worry!”

She and Ron had agreed to wait on having children until they were more financially secure, Hermione replied haughtily in her head as she lowered it. Not in submission but her get her teeth into the bindings around her right wrist. Thanks to her parents, she had excellent teeth. It was too like an animal but she would gnaw through her restraints if she had to. They had agreed though suddenly after the blonde it had been she who said it and Ron who had been disappointed but had gone along with it.

He hadn’t had the common decency to mention it to her. Assuming he had changed his mind and wasn’t talking out of his ass to hurt her now she had rejected him. She should have kicked him out as soon as she found out about the girl after the Championship but she had felt guilty because she had been working late. To make them more secure, so they could start a family and not have to worry about every knut like his parents. But no, now it was all her fault.

“Malfoy?” Hermione asked sharply, Fenrir’s words penetrating her anger even as he thrust into her again. He was bigger than Ron and she did not ever want to think about that and she would not ever think about it again. She would think about something else. Anything else. “When did you talk to Malfoy?”

“Not long ago.” Fenrir kneaded her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers to make them hard. The little bitch couldn’t help herself. It was natural and she had not had a male in too long. She was getting hot around him so he stroked harder. He heard her grunt. Maybe she was liking it or maybe she was thinking about Malfoy. He grinned. He would get her mad and see how well she mated then. “I told him I had you and he said I should have you often. It is all you’re good for, he said.”

Hermione’s fists clenched. She noted clinically that her fingernails were cyanosed and no matter how hard she tensed there was still numbness. She had to get the bindings off or she wouldn’t be able to fight. Concentrate on the restraints. Focus. You can do it. Then you kill him, take a morning after pill, kill Malfoy and think no more about this.

Fenrir saw her lower her head again. He heard her chewing on the cloth. Let her. He nudged her legs apart and pushed deep so his balls touched her and she could feel his potence. Her sex was slick. He flicked a claw across her bud, feeling her flesh clench around him. Yes, that was good. The werewolf began to mate in earnest, gripping her waist with one hand and playing with her with the other. Oh she was wet, ripe for him.

She was ignoring him. He was not there. This was not happening. All she had to concentrate on was biting through cotton fibres. That was all. There were no shivery tingles from her clit. There was no pleasure from a hard male inside her. She was not getting hot as he scratched lightly over her most sensitive place. Ron had been good in bed but he had pleased her to get pleasure in return. Even going down on her he had made it clear he expected the same in return.

“I like your teats, bitch.” Fenrir moved his hand from the curve of her waist to the curve of her breast, groping her as he shoved himself hard into her. “I’m going to make you suckle our litter.” He gave her another squeeze before putting both hands between her legs. The werewolf humped his mate, teasing her with his fingers. “I am going to make you give me cubs like a bitch should.” Her flesh shivered against him. “Feel that, witch? Feel that? You want me to mate you.”

”No.” Hermione shook her head firmly. “NO!”

But the friction was relentless. He was doing it deliberately, she realised, and tried to relax. But that only let him stroke deeper. He was so thick she could feel the contours of his glans rubbing against her inner walls. It felt... No! Hermione stared at the flagstones. Not moving, trying not to breathe, not to be there as her body betrayed her.

This isn’t me. It is just a biological reaction. I do not want this. I will not listen to him. He is not there. This is just stimulus. I said no.

Fenrir growled deep in his throat, gripping her hips once he felt her heat build beyond denying. Now he was rough. Now he took her like a bitch needed to be taken. Thrusting hard in and out so she could feel all of his maleness, so after he burst inside her she would howl and take his seed. He slammed his hips against her over and over, working himself into a frenzy knowing her body could not resist his.

It was so good to have a mate again. He felt his balls clench and he shoved as deep as he could so she would feel his seed. Fenrir Greyback howled as he peaked inside the witch he had captured, spurting again and again. And Hermione Granger, eyes tight shut, felt him ejaculate against her throbbing flesh and cried as she orgasmed fiercely around him, peaking harder than she had ever done with her husband.