Fatal Flaw

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First Story ever published. Please be gentle when you review.

I wondered what effect Imperio would have on Lupin\'s mind if the Wolfsbane Potion kept him human. I think I wrote this in like 15 minutes ater the idea nagged at me all day.


Fatal Flaw
There was the whispered, \"Imperio\" and Lupin sensed rather than felt his mind invaded. His body responded before he was even aware of getting up and moving across the room.

Figures cloaked, shrouded in the shadows ringed the room. The only light was from a few candelabras set up near the naked figure bound face down over a wooden platform of some sort, her knees bent, her legs spread wide, exposing her cunt.

He sniffed the air carefully, coming closer to the figure. It was female. He could smell her sex, strong and heavy. It curled around him and hit him straight in the groin. He was aroused and that voice, whispering in his mind, telling him to surrender to his animal instincts. He growled, a low rumble in his throat. He felt his cock slip from the sheath, large and heavy with lust.

He growled again. The heady smell of a female in heat was making him mad with need. He was panting. He sniffed her sex, burying his nose in her folds. He could almost hear her whispering, begging through the fog of animal lust crowding his senses. That soft voice in his head, urging him on. He could feel her wetness against his muzzle. His tongue dipped into that wonderful smell and buried itself deep inside of her. She groaned and tried to pull away, but she was too tightly bound, still slightly drugged. He lapped at the juices flowing from inside of her, becoming more and more aroused, more engorged. She cried out as the orgasm thundered through her. He needed release and that voice, that soft voice seducing him, urging to slake his animal need.

He mounted her, thrusting his huge werewolf cock deep inside of her, tearing her. The spines that prevented the female of his kind from pulling away embedded themselves in the wall of her cunt, splitting her cervix, shattering her womb. She screamed, but he knew nothing but the feel of heat and wet and the need to rut, slamming into her again and again until he came hard, shooting into her, filling her. She waspingping, her voice raw from screaming, weak from the loss of blood -- the blood, mixed with his seed running down her legs and pooling on the floor. He pulled out of her and howled. Laughter rippled around the small room.

The moon was setting. He was changing back into human form. He lay naked, disorientated and exhausted on the stone floor, panting -- shivering. His skin was slick and wet. He looked at his hands and tried to fight the rising panic. He knelt and looked down at his body in the dim light. He was covered with blood and his cock throbbed almost painfully. Blood? How could that be, Snape had brought him the Wolfsbane potion earlier. His mind would have stayed intact. He wouldn\'t have killed.

Murmurs and laughter. He raised his head and could see figures cloaked in black, the glint of silver masks. He heard a woman whimper and looked to his left. She had been sexually ravaged, that was apparent, the floor was slippery with her blood, now cold and dark.

He screamed when the realization hit him of what he had done, just before the collective crucio hit him, and 21 year old Hermione Granger gasped and breathed her last.