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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,353
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Tame
Title: Tame
Set: Lilac
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR, Non-Con, M/F
Summary: #9 – Tame. ‘Suddenly I stop, but I know it's too late, I'm lost in a forest, all alone.’ ‘A Forest’ by The Cure.
Word Count: 773 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘Little Red Riding Hood,’ you can read the fairy story here: http://www.tonightsbedtimestory.com/little-red-riding-hood/
#9 – Tame
Remus would tame the willful woman. She had scratched at his face, drawn his blood with her dull teeth. The sting of her mouth on his chest delighted him, the circular mark oozing dark, fresh blood down his body. She had kicked at him, dislodging his cock from her body. She had jumped on him and punched his face and bite his chest. She had tried to escape to search for something to hurt him further, but in truth, her blows did not hurt him at all and already the bites and scratches were fading.
He expected her exhaustion and fear, and when he threw her body into the footboard of the human bed, her hands catching herself from bashing her head into the wood, he knew the fight was almost gone.
No alpha wanted a totally obedient bitch; an alpha wanted a mate with enough fight to protect her pups and the pack. He would tame her just enough so she would burn for his attentions.
Bending her body over the footboard, he slammed his hips into her buttocks. She let out a soft scream, her voice reflecting her weakening will. He leaned over her back, licking the blood, and sweat from between her shoulder blades, growling in satisfaction at her taste.
Kicking her ankles apart, he grasped his weeping cock and growled a pitch lower, sinking in slower, relishing the gripping heat of her body. Her spine bowed, her hands gripped at the quilts on the bed, and she hissed. Remus grinned at how wet she was, the struggle, the fight, making her ready for him.
The first thrust was brutal, the next more so, and Remus held her waist to keep himself deep inside. He had the urge to howl, so enraptured by how warm she was, how tight, how wild yet. He wondered what other male had had her, and jealousy surged through him. No male would ever touch her again.
His clawed hands ran along her ribs to grasp at her full breasts, swaying with his thrusts, and trapped suddenly and held in large hands. She made a whimpering sound. She was his.
Remus moved with her, not daring to pull out, and placed her on the rug again. With his filthy bare feet planted on either side of her knees, he pushed her head to the floor, penetrating deeper than before.
The resistant cries turned into something else, her scent changing. Arousal.
He twisted her, finally chancing to slip out of her body until they were face to face. He wanted to feel her in every way, slip inside every inch of her, prod at her womb that would be full with his offspring—not that night, but soon. Her time was not yet right…
He kissed her like a human, feeling her legs wrap about his waist, and a distant memory surfaced and was gone again. He remembered how he liked to hold a woman in his arms, bear over her, make her small against him, and feel something more than the animal lust that he knew now.
Love. He did not know what it was, in truth.
Her eyes were like a beast’s, bright amber, swimming with tears. He could see possibilities in those eyes as he stared down into them.
She did not hold him in her arms, and it aggravated him for some odd reason. Despite the fact her legs wrapped about his waist, urging him deeper, the soles of her feet digging into his muscular buttocks, urging him faster, the woman would not hold him.
Still wild, she was…
Remus licked the tracks of tears on her flushed cheeks, tasted the inside of her mouth. He tasted the blood on her neck from his scratches and nipped at her erect nipples. All the while, he fucked her, took her, and brought her away from the life she had known.
He would tame her, and make her his own.
She could not resist forever.
Her hands touched him; at last, to grasp at his shoulders while her back arched and her head threw back. A triumphant grin curled his lips as her voice rang out, bestially, as her climax crashed over her.
But he was not done, not yet, not any time soon. He would test her stamina, her will, her power, before marking her. He would lick at her cunt; he would violate her human sensibilities. He would take his time in making her realize how much pleasure he could wring from their mating. There would be time later, when she was his completely, tamed, to teach her how to pleasure him.
Set: Lilac
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR, Non-Con, M/F
Summary: #9 – Tame. ‘Suddenly I stop, but I know it's too late, I'm lost in a forest, all alone.’ ‘A Forest’ by The Cure.
Word Count: 773 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘Little Red Riding Hood,’ you can read the fairy story here: http://www.tonightsbedtimestory.com/little-red-riding-hood/
#9 – Tame
Remus would tame the willful woman. She had scratched at his face, drawn his blood with her dull teeth. The sting of her mouth on his chest delighted him, the circular mark oozing dark, fresh blood down his body. She had kicked at him, dislodging his cock from her body. She had jumped on him and punched his face and bite his chest. She had tried to escape to search for something to hurt him further, but in truth, her blows did not hurt him at all and already the bites and scratches were fading.
He expected her exhaustion and fear, and when he threw her body into the footboard of the human bed, her hands catching herself from bashing her head into the wood, he knew the fight was almost gone.
No alpha wanted a totally obedient bitch; an alpha wanted a mate with enough fight to protect her pups and the pack. He would tame her just enough so she would burn for his attentions.
Bending her body over the footboard, he slammed his hips into her buttocks. She let out a soft scream, her voice reflecting her weakening will. He leaned over her back, licking the blood, and sweat from between her shoulder blades, growling in satisfaction at her taste.
Kicking her ankles apart, he grasped his weeping cock and growled a pitch lower, sinking in slower, relishing the gripping heat of her body. Her spine bowed, her hands gripped at the quilts on the bed, and she hissed. Remus grinned at how wet she was, the struggle, the fight, making her ready for him.
The first thrust was brutal, the next more so, and Remus held her waist to keep himself deep inside. He had the urge to howl, so enraptured by how warm she was, how tight, how wild yet. He wondered what other male had had her, and jealousy surged through him. No male would ever touch her again.
His clawed hands ran along her ribs to grasp at her full breasts, swaying with his thrusts, and trapped suddenly and held in large hands. She made a whimpering sound. She was his.
Remus moved with her, not daring to pull out, and placed her on the rug again. With his filthy bare feet planted on either side of her knees, he pushed her head to the floor, penetrating deeper than before.
The resistant cries turned into something else, her scent changing. Arousal.
He twisted her, finally chancing to slip out of her body until they were face to face. He wanted to feel her in every way, slip inside every inch of her, prod at her womb that would be full with his offspring—not that night, but soon. Her time was not yet right…
He kissed her like a human, feeling her legs wrap about his waist, and a distant memory surfaced and was gone again. He remembered how he liked to hold a woman in his arms, bear over her, make her small against him, and feel something more than the animal lust that he knew now.
Love. He did not know what it was, in truth.
Her eyes were like a beast’s, bright amber, swimming with tears. He could see possibilities in those eyes as he stared down into them.
She did not hold him in her arms, and it aggravated him for some odd reason. Despite the fact her legs wrapped about his waist, urging him deeper, the soles of her feet digging into his muscular buttocks, urging him faster, the woman would not hold him.
Still wild, she was…
Remus licked the tracks of tears on her flushed cheeks, tasted the inside of her mouth. He tasted the blood on her neck from his scratches and nipped at her erect nipples. All the while, he fucked her, took her, and brought her away from the life she had known.
He would tame her, and make her his own.
She could not resist forever.
Her hands touched him; at last, to grasp at his shoulders while her back arched and her head threw back. A triumphant grin curled his lips as her voice rang out, bestially, as her climax crashed over her.
But he was not done, not yet, not any time soon. He would test her stamina, her will, her power, before marking her. He would lick at her cunt; he would violate her human sensibilities. He would take his time in making her realize how much pleasure he could wring from their mating. There would be time later, when she was his completely, tamed, to teach her how to pleasure him.