One dark night
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One dark night
I know I already have another story in the works- but this was bothering me really bad itd it had to come out. This is a one ch. Ficlet! Enjoy!
Attn: J.K. Rowling owns these characters and ideas. I’m just playin’J
Warnings: Beastiality, non con, and some threesome action going on- don’t like, don’t read.
He was, once again, looking for a safe haven. Somewhere where no one could find him. His dog form blending in with the night, dashing from tree to house to shadow. He was on the run, had been, ever since he escaped Azkaban. Maybe he could try to catch up to Wormtail and take out the anger 10 years in prison would do to a man for a crime he didn’t commit. Maybe he could force Peter to take some polyjuice to resemble him after he had had a good beating, and watch as the dementors swooped down.
These thoughts were typically running through his head; plots of revenge and misery on one he once called ‘friend’. It helped keep him going. If he dwelt on the injustices of what happened and kept the adrenaline going from that anger, it pushed him and gave him purpose, and while on these adrenaline highs, he could go further distances. It was also a fun pass time and he didn’t worry about being lonely while he was thinking up gruesome plots of retribution as he was sneaking around lawns and roads, looking for cover and trying not to be seen.
He decided to rest for a bit. Sitting by the side of a house in the shadows, he sat very still, looking into the night, waiting for any sign of danger. Suddenly, the light in the house went on. Startled, he crept up to the window and looked in. A couple was staggering into the room, tearing at each other’s clothes. He sighed. It had been a while since he’d had a woman. Longer than 12 years in fact. You don’t get many visitors when you’re in Azkaban accused for a massacre and siding with you-know-who.
He continued to watch the couple enthralled in their passion for each other. The woman’s auburn hair spilled on the pillow in silken strands. Her eyes closed in pleasure and her mouth opened in an ‘O’ as the man’s blonde head dipped down, kissing a fiery trail down her neck and suckled at her breasts. Her back arched in the most graceful way, and the man placed an arm under her, as if holding her up in a mock orgasm. The woman was running her hands through his hair, urging him on. After some time, the man got up to take off his pants, and he was able to get a full view of the woman’s naked form. His pulse sped up. She had creamy white skin, and her well loved breasts pink and the tips pebbled and tight. Her rounded hips leading off into elegant long legs. Maybe he shouldn’t watch; it had been so long, and this was torture. He held his breath as the man knelt in front of her and ran his tongue between her legs. Why could other men have the satisfaction of women’s company, and he couldn’t even show his face? Why could other people be happy? Why was he damned to a lifetime of sorrow, pain, and in solitude? For just once, he wanted some happiness, some form of release from the torment he felt from day-to-day. He wondered for a moment what would have happened if he hadn’t gone to Azkaban. Would he be happily married by now? Would he have children? Would he have a woman like this woman he was watching? Just one more time he wanted to feel a woman under him, feel her raw hot heat, he wanted to taste her, just like that guy was doing right now. He was tired of being chased. And he was tired of being burdened with the knowledge that Peter was still alive and he was the blamed. He was tired abiding by the rules all the time. Tired of running from and living by the law at the same time.
And then he had an idea. Just once, he’d like to do something that actually warranted an Azkaban imprisonment.
He slunk around to the back, and opened the door. In their haste to get out of their clothes, they must not have closed the door all the way. Upon finding the room where the couple was, he took in a deep breath. There was nothing more arousing than the scent of a woman. He got closer to them, and they didn’t notice him until his head was right next to the man’s. He paused and she looked up startled.
“Well hello there little guy.”
‘Little, who are you calling little? I’m bigger than you are, trust me.’ He thought as he rubbed his snout on the woman’s clit.
The man’s face broke out in an evil grin.
“Came to join the fun did you?”
He wagged his tail and licked the guy’s face.
“Greg, you’re not serious are you? It’s a stray, we can’t let him in our house! Who knows what he has!”
“Oh come on dear, it’ll be fun, he does have a longer tongue than I do.” Said the man playfully as he crawled up to lie next to her on her bed and pay more attention to her chest.
The woman gasped as the lapplapped at her. The tongue was a different texture, and oh wow…
She tasted so sweet. It had been too long. He laughed to himself as he watched. As soon as the man wasn’t paying attention to him anymore and as soon as the woman was close, or better… just one last time he promised himself. Then he felt her almost leap off the bed as she convulsed, he lapped up every drop. The man was holding her hips down to help him, or her, however you wanted to look at it. Perfect. It was now or never. He turned out of his animagus form and slammed into the woman, groaning as he did so. Too startled to react, the man floundered off of her as she screamed.
“Thanks for holding her down for me old chap!” As he backhanded him with all his might. The man fell unceremoniously backwards, hit his head and blacked out. He held the woman’s hands down and savored every stroke in and out of her deliciously tight passage. She was throbbing around him. He was gonegone and too turned on to even hear the woman’s screams. This was for every woman that he should have fucked. For his wife that was never to be married to him. For the family and friends he’d never have. For the godson whose child hood he missed. This was for the life he was denied. Every injustice he could think of, all the pain and suffering, he let out on this woman. All the anger and all the passion he had bottled up for so long, he let it out. Harder he thrust into her, over and over and over again, until she couldn’t scream anymore, and he was dripping with sweat. Only then did he finally give in and spilled into her. All the ache and anguish leaving his body with it. He slumped onto the woman’s spent form. After he caught his breath and got back up, he went to leave. He didn't obliviate them, even if he wanted to, he hadn't a wand. He wanted them to remember. And they were muggles, if they were brave enough to go to cops, wo, would the cops really believe them? The woman’s eyes grew scared as he bent down. He didn’t know why, but he kissed her headhead and whispered “Thank you.” With that he swept away, changing back into his animagus form, and disappearing into the night.
I hope you all enjoyed it!
Attn: J.K. Rowling owns these characters and ideas. I’m just playin’J
Warnings: Beastiality, non con, and some threesome action going on- don’t like, don’t read.
He was, once again, looking for a safe haven. Somewhere where no one could find him. His dog form blending in with the night, dashing from tree to house to shadow. He was on the run, had been, ever since he escaped Azkaban. Maybe he could try to catch up to Wormtail and take out the anger 10 years in prison would do to a man for a crime he didn’t commit. Maybe he could force Peter to take some polyjuice to resemble him after he had had a good beating, and watch as the dementors swooped down.
These thoughts were typically running through his head; plots of revenge and misery on one he once called ‘friend’. It helped keep him going. If he dwelt on the injustices of what happened and kept the adrenaline going from that anger, it pushed him and gave him purpose, and while on these adrenaline highs, he could go further distances. It was also a fun pass time and he didn’t worry about being lonely while he was thinking up gruesome plots of retribution as he was sneaking around lawns and roads, looking for cover and trying not to be seen.
He decided to rest for a bit. Sitting by the side of a house in the shadows, he sat very still, looking into the night, waiting for any sign of danger. Suddenly, the light in the house went on. Startled, he crept up to the window and looked in. A couple was staggering into the room, tearing at each other’s clothes. He sighed. It had been a while since he’d had a woman. Longer than 12 years in fact. You don’t get many visitors when you’re in Azkaban accused for a massacre and siding with you-know-who.
He continued to watch the couple enthralled in their passion for each other. The woman’s auburn hair spilled on the pillow in silken strands. Her eyes closed in pleasure and her mouth opened in an ‘O’ as the man’s blonde head dipped down, kissing a fiery trail down her neck and suckled at her breasts. Her back arched in the most graceful way, and the man placed an arm under her, as if holding her up in a mock orgasm. The woman was running her hands through his hair, urging him on. After some time, the man got up to take off his pants, and he was able to get a full view of the woman’s naked form. His pulse sped up. She had creamy white skin, and her well loved breasts pink and the tips pebbled and tight. Her rounded hips leading off into elegant long legs. Maybe he shouldn’t watch; it had been so long, and this was torture. He held his breath as the man knelt in front of her and ran his tongue between her legs. Why could other men have the satisfaction of women’s company, and he couldn’t even show his face? Why could other people be happy? Why was he damned to a lifetime of sorrow, pain, and in solitude? For just once, he wanted some happiness, some form of release from the torment he felt from day-to-day. He wondered for a moment what would have happened if he hadn’t gone to Azkaban. Would he be happily married by now? Would he have children? Would he have a woman like this woman he was watching? Just one more time he wanted to feel a woman under him, feel her raw hot heat, he wanted to taste her, just like that guy was doing right now. He was tired of being chased. And he was tired of being burdened with the knowledge that Peter was still alive and he was the blamed. He was tired abiding by the rules all the time. Tired of running from and living by the law at the same time.
And then he had an idea. Just once, he’d like to do something that actually warranted an Azkaban imprisonment.
He slunk around to the back, and opened the door. In their haste to get out of their clothes, they must not have closed the door all the way. Upon finding the room where the couple was, he took in a deep breath. There was nothing more arousing than the scent of a woman. He got closer to them, and they didn’t notice him until his head was right next to the man’s. He paused and she looked up startled.
“Well hello there little guy.”
‘Little, who are you calling little? I’m bigger than you are, trust me.’ He thought as he rubbed his snout on the woman’s clit.
The man’s face broke out in an evil grin.
“Came to join the fun did you?”
He wagged his tail and licked the guy’s face.
“Greg, you’re not serious are you? It’s a stray, we can’t let him in our house! Who knows what he has!”
“Oh come on dear, it’ll be fun, he does have a longer tongue than I do.” Said the man playfully as he crawled up to lie next to her on her bed and pay more attention to her chest.
The woman gasped as the lapplapped at her. The tongue was a different texture, and oh wow…
She tasted so sweet. It had been too long. He laughed to himself as he watched. As soon as the man wasn’t paying attention to him anymore and as soon as the woman was close, or better… just one last time he promised himself. Then he felt her almost leap off the bed as she convulsed, he lapped up every drop. The man was holding her hips down to help him, or her, however you wanted to look at it. Perfect. It was now or never. He turned out of his animagus form and slammed into the woman, groaning as he did so. Too startled to react, the man floundered off of her as she screamed.
“Thanks for holding her down for me old chap!” As he backhanded him with all his might. The man fell unceremoniously backwards, hit his head and blacked out. He held the woman’s hands down and savored every stroke in and out of her deliciously tight passage. She was throbbing around him. He was gonegone and too turned on to even hear the woman’s screams. This was for every woman that he should have fucked. For his wife that was never to be married to him. For the family and friends he’d never have. For the godson whose child hood he missed. This was for the life he was denied. Every injustice he could think of, all the pain and suffering, he let out on this woman. All the anger and all the passion he had bottled up for so long, he let it out. Harder he thrust into her, over and over and over again, until she couldn’t scream anymore, and he was dripping with sweat. Only then did he finally give in and spilled into her. All the ache and anguish leaving his body with it. He slumped onto the woman’s spent form. After he caught his breath and got back up, he went to leave. He didn't obliviate them, even if he wanted to, he hadn't a wand. He wanted them to remember. And they were muggles, if they were brave enough to go to cops, wo, would the cops really believe them? The woman’s eyes grew scared as he bent down. He didn’t know why, but he kissed her headhead and whispered “Thank you.” With that he swept away, changing back into his animagus form, and disappearing into the night.
I hope you all enjoyed it!