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The wind whipped around Hermione, biting through her cloak and slipping into her bones as she made her way along the frosted path.
Nestled deep within the enchanted woods, the small cottage stood like a secret waiting to be discovered just days before the magical Christmas festival. The trees loomed overhead, their branches heavy with frost.
With each breath, she could see her breath crystallise in the frigid air and every gust of wind seemed to whisper secrets, making her shiver more than just from the cold.
Her mother had sent her, bundling her into the red hood she rarely wore except for this purpose. The basket she carried was brimming with warm pastries wrapped in a cloth to keep them from cooling, though she’d rather be near a fire herself.
As she approached the clearing, she stopped short.
Her gaze settled on the thin, deep line of crimson staining the snow and stretching toward her grandmother’s house door. Her heart skipped a beat but something—curiosity, maybe, or the bite of dread—drove her forward.
"Grandmother?" She called out, her voice wavering in the cold air, but the silence that followed felt unnatural still.
She tightened her fingers around the basket and took another step. The trail of red led directly to the slightly ajar door and the stain was taunting against the pure white of the snow.
“Is everything all right?” Her voice barely reached her own ears.
Steeling herself, she opened the door further and stepped inside. "Are you here?"
Inside, the silence blanketed the room with a thick and stifling fever. All the windows were shut with only a single candle on the table casting a soft glow in the room. As soon as she fully entered, the door slammed shut behind her with a fierce thud.
A cry escaped her in the darkness and her basket clattered to the floor with pastries scattering to gods knew where.
She barely had a heartbeat to react before something heavy crashed into her and pressed her down onto the worn wooden boards. The breath got knocked from her chest as she felt claws—or something like them—pinning her wrists, rough and unyielding. A shiver of fear mingled with something darker as she dared a glance upward.
Golden eyes—sharp and hungry, held her gaze in the dim light, and a growl reverberated low and deep from the creature looming over her.
She fought against the grip of the creature, but it only pressed closer, an unnerving warmth emanating from its form despite the biting chill of the floor.
The flickering candlelight illuminated its black fur, casting a golden hue that danced like sunlight across its shimmering coat. In that faint glow, she could have sworn she glimpsed a long, sinuous tail trailing behind it. It loomed tall and powerful, exuding an aura of strength that both captivated and terrified her.
"Wh-what are you?" She stammered just like her heart was hammering against her chest.
The beast leaned in and drew in a slow, deliberate sniff along the curve of her neck. Hermione shivered in panic yet Something about the strange warmth against her body in the cold, quiet house made her feel a new excitement.
“Get off me!”
The beast only laughed…low and rough. “Oh, little one, where would the fun be in that?” His voice was deep, laced with a mocking sweetness, and he grazed his tongue lightly along her throat. She couldn’t suppress the tremor that followed, her senses tangled between fear and an unexpected heat that coiled within her.
“Such a sweet taste,” he murmured, almost as if savouring her scent.
It was at that moment Hermione realised the tales of the Wolves might be true. The tales that had been going around the village that a very rare wolf had been venturing around and killing people. Now, she realised it was true. And he might have also eaten her grandmother and now was about to eat her too.
Hermione’s breath hitched, and she instinctively tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip, a wicked gleam in his golden eyes.
"Easy now," he drawled, his voice soft yet darkly playful. "I haven’t had a guest quite like you before.”
His eyes slowly drifted downwards, and his sharp claws lightly brushed against her shoulders as he moved his mouth lower. The scrape of his teeth sent a shudder of dread down her spine as he dragged his lips towards the neckline of her shirt.
With one swift motion, he pulled so hard that the fabric tore, and she gasped as the cold air hit her bare skin. Her ample bosoms were now fully exposed, with rosy nipples hardening from the sudden chill.
His tongue, long and slimy, snaked out of his snout and flicked over her skin. She let out a small cry, unsure of why she was reacting this way, but feeling a rush of tingles through her chest nonetheless. She tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened, keeping her in place.
"You taste so good," he purred, taking one of her breasts into his mouth and using his rough, warm tongue to circle her nipple. Her body arched up as she let out a leathery moan, feeling a painful clenching between her thighs for some reason.
Then she chilled as his snout travelled lower and before she even had a chance to move, he started shredding her skirt. When his hot breath hit her centre, she leapt into action.
She kicked his shoulder hard making him stumble and immediately got up and rushed to the door. She didn’t care that she was butt naked and slammed open the door but just as she was about to finally get out…her body was whisked away as he grabbed her with one arm around her middle, lifted her and slammed her onto the bed.
"I enjoy when you struggle, my dear," A guttural voice of pleasure left him. “It gives me more reason to snack on.”
In a swift motion, her thighs were thrown over his shoulders and she tried to push him away by kicking and punching but that fight turned into a whimper as his tongue swept over her bare pussy.
The rough wetness slowly dragged over her clit and she gasped letting her head fall back. “ Ah .” Her hands moved around desperate to grab something. “Ngh. Ah. st—” She whined when he hit a spot.
A deep rumble escaped from his throat and it vibrated through her body making her eyes roll over. She panted and reached for his head, struggling to hold onto the soft fur as it slipped through her fingers.
His hand found its way between her legs, keeping them spread wide so he could fully explore her with his tongue and teeth. Every twitch of his jaw against that sensitive spot at the top of her pussy sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body, building up into a fiery explosion.
Her legs instinctively tightened around his head, but he held them apart with his strong hands. She moaned and writhed on the bed as he continued to suck and lick at her, completely losing control of her body in the blissful sensations. It was both exhilarating and terrifying to feel so exposed under his touch.
A sudden ball of warmth started to grow in her stomach and she started grinding herself into his mouth desperately seeking for what she needed.
Suddenly, he pulled back, and a frustrated whine escaped her lips before she could stop it. She gasped as he lifted her effortlessly and set her down on the cold floor, guiding her to hands and knees. The chill bit into her skin, yet her heart raced with an unsteady mix of anticipation. Her slick folds clenching desperately waiting for the soft release.
Then she felt something hard and bulbous pressed hers. And it was throbbing. Her eyes widened when she felt being pushed inside her. She was about to pull away when he slammed into her in one swift force making her cry out.
It hurt.
She felt so so stretched like her walls were about to break. She was full all the way till the end.
He let out a primal growl from deep within the wilderness from behind and rubbed his snout behind her neck. “Mate, mate, mate, mate.”
Despite the sudden and new pain and fullness, she heard his words. “Wha—
But the rest of her words turned into a scream as his claw wrapped around her throat and he started ravaging her, brutally and mercilessly.
“Ah, ah, oh, lord…” She gasped and panted as his cock hit her very end while tears left her.
His guttural moans mixed with her cries of pain and pleasure filled the room. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed. The scent of sweat, musk and arousal filled the air, mixed with the sharp tang of blood.
His grip on her throat tightened, cutting off her air supply. She gasped and struggled as he snarled into her ear. "Where have you been, little one?"
Her moans turned to cries of pleasure as his hips thrust against hers with unbridled force, igniting the earlier heat in the pit of her stomach. It was a fire she needed to extinguish, but with him, it seemed to roar to life.
He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made her insides flutter. "That’s it." His grip loosened slightly as his hand trailed down her body. “Come all over my cock like a good little girl.”
Her body snapped and she cried out as white spots filled her vision. She shook so violently that if he wasn't still inside her and wasn't holding her that tight, she would have fallen.
He continued to thrust into her with a desperate need. "You feel so good, so perfect," he groaned.
When she finally came down from her high, she felt his cock pulsing and swelling inside her, stretching her out to the point of discomfort. It was almost like a knot was pushing into her from within him. She had never felt so full in her life.
His pounding grew even more intense and rough, and she could feel his sharp teeth on the curve of her neck. Suddenly, they sank into her skin and she cried out as her vision went black.
She didn't know how much time had passed but as she slowly came back to consciousness...her body was still heaving with each ragged breath and she felt a hot, sticky warmth filling her insides. Her eyes opened to find him still inside of her with his snarling face inches from hers as he rubbed his snout against her neck.
She followed his gaze down to the drops of blood on the floor and felt a tingling sensation on her neck. Panic filled her as she lifted her shaking fingers to touch the wound.
But as she brought her bloodied hand in front of her face, her heart stopped at the sight. The deep rumble that escaped him coiled shivers down her spine as he wrapped his deadly claw around her throat and pulled her closer until their faces were mere inches apart.
"You belong to me now."