Of wolf and women

chapter one

It was her smell, he would later consider, that caused him to choose her to target. It was girl. But not just girl. Something more. Something more deeply girl. In years to come, it would come to him at the strangest times what it was that made her so special. Unique. When the memory returned, he would call at least five of his pack to satisfy and soothe him.
When he easily caught up to the running Hermione Granger, Fenrir Greyback wrapped her in his arms from behind. They both knew the futility of struggle, however, Hermione put up the strongest fight she could including attempts to kick, scratch, and head-butt. All this did was arouse Fenrir breathing in the smell of campfire, sweat, and girl. He breathed in that smell until his olfactory senses were full of it. That natural smell was what caused him to make a decision and apparate them to one of his secret kept cabins.
In a small clearing in a densely forested area stood a little cabin. Fenrir hauled the still-struggling woman inside. There was little in the inside. A stuffed, low, wide-set chair in front of a large fireplace adjacent to a small kitchen and dinette area. A a large brass bed rounded out the entirety of the contents.
Still holding Hermione against him, with a flick of his wrist Fenrir released his wand from the holster in his sleeve to light a fire in the large fireplace. The cabin began to warm and his attention was once more drawn to the smell coming from the female in his arms. It was very specific. He leaned in closer for a better sample and drew air across his tongue as well as into his nose to take her in.
His nose was buried in her hair right behind her ear, and Hermione screamed. Fenrir was still focused on her smell. He could still smell under the acrid stench of fear, the smell of female. Of girl. The ripe earthy smell of young woman. He would have her. He would have her and she would enjoy it. He breathed her in again. Again she screamed.
"Quiet, girlie," he snarled, "Or you will become as I am and I know that is not the path you will willingly take."
Fenrir had no compunction at all in turning captives. Yet with Hermione, he could not help feeling a reluctance - based solely in the wish to preserve her smell.
"What...what do you...what will you do with me?" The fear smell was increasing. Damnit, it was interfering with the more desirable smell of girl.
"I am going to let you go," he said in his deep, near-growl voice. She relaxed slightly against him. She smelled better. Curiosity overcame sensibility and she asked, "You're going to take me back?!" She said it with some level of incredulity - it seemed so unlikely, but she was filled with hope. Her scent improved even more to girl-dominant once again.
He hummed against her neck.
"Now?"
"No"
"What...what are you waiting for?" Fear again. Damnit!
He buried his nose just behind her right ear again and breathed in. Ah...there is still was, lingering. Girl. He closed her eyes.
"Until you smell right."
"The fuck does that mean?!"
"This" A wordless flick of his wand. Her clothes disappeared. Flick, her arms went to her sides. Flick, he removed his own shirt. Flick, he summoned the deep, wide chair behind him and sat, pulling her to his lap. Flick, her legs snapped open to the outside of his.
"NO!" she screamed, unable to move.
When her legs opened, the smell of girl infused his olfactory senses. She felt his appreciative growl in her back.
She whimpered, "Oh...no, please, please...please no!"
"Shhh...I promise, you will enjoy this. I promise"
Hermione shook her head and tried to writhe away from him. He raised his hand to her throat and gently set his claws to her skin. "Cease." I do not wish to hurt you, girlie. But I will." Aware that those claws could end her life in a second, Hermione became still.
He raised his hands to her breasts. She wasn't small by any stretch of the imagination but his hands were so large that they easily encompassed their size. The chill from the room and her fear had caused her nipples to become erect. They felt like little pebbles to his palms. She whimpered at this intimate touch. "Please, noooo..." He ignored her and started to rub and caress, calluses on his fingers stimulating the little nubs.
He was gentle. He was attentive. He caressed, gently teased, and stimulated. He plucked and rolled. He pulled and stretched. Her cries of 'no' began to loose their fearful sound. They began to sound like whines. Girl smell further ripened.
His fingers continued to pinch, pluck and pull. Pinch, hold, then release. Hermione squirmed trying to avoid the feeling, trying to shake off the growing pleasure response. Pinch, hold, puuuuuuull. Release. Constant stimulation. Unrelenting pleasure. "Please, please," Hermione begged, tears coming from her eyes in fear and desperation, "Stop," pinch, "Please," rough callus , sharp against her sensitive nipples, causing pain...and pleasure, "Nooooo!" Insistence was giving way to something else, "Don't," her voice dropped slightly in pitch with each pull and pluck of her nipples, "Don't...don't..." muffled groan, "...do this." She wailed and her core clenched.
There it was, Girl. It was building. He needed more.
"I know you're saying 'no', girlie, but your scent is changing. Your body is responding. It's telling me you're needing more." Hermione knew that he could smell the moment the first drip of pussy honey escaped from her canal to drop to his lap below. The growl behind her ear reverberating through his chest into her back body caused her arousal to increase. He took another deep breath of her smell.
"Please," she begged again, ashamed at her body's response,"I don't want to feel this. Not with you. Please! Not with you. You're a monster."
"Well..." he pinched her nipples with increasing strength and pulled them, grasped in his fingers. She moaned and arched her back, unaccustomed to arousal from pain - that same painful pleasure that went straight to her pussy. He smelled as more wetness escaped her reddened, engorging nether lips. He growled into her ear and said, "This monster might not eat you, girlie, but he will fuck you." He thrust his hips up to draw her attention to his engorged penis against her back. She whimpered at what she felt. She thrust her hips. Honey flowed. Girl pervaded.
"Fuck, I gotta see that weeping pussy." Another flick of his wand and a mirror appeared in front of them.
She gaped at what she saw. Her breasts appeared reddened from the work of his clawed hands. The color and size of her nipples, however, really surprised her. Usually a deep mocha rose and petite, they were now the color of raspberries, reddened and distended by his dedication to their stimulation. His caresses and pinches had caused them to be coaxed out, long and pointing, extending at least an inch from her breasts.
She looked up to her own face, seeing what could only be described as lust on her face. Hermione's eyes were half open as was her mouth. Her hair was a wild riot of curls that Fenrir was hidden behind in the dark, the glint from the fire causing his irises to glow amber.
Their eyes met in the mirror. She felt rather than heard the growl he emitted. Hard, long pinch and pull on both nipples, "Oooooohhhhhhhh, " she moaned and pumped her hips and dripped her juices again, arousal and desire flailing up her spine.
His eyes dropped and hers followed looking down at the reflection of her opened pussy. He needed to see more and spread his legs forcing hers wider. Now splayed totally open and glinting in the bright glow of the fire, her deep pink pussy visibly pulsed with her rhythmic thrusting. They both could see her pussy was engorged, red inner lips unfurled and glistening. A wet spot on his pants directly beneath her pussy was growing larger with every gush from her cunt. Fenrir ground his erection into her back body.
Hermione was both horrified and fascinated by what she saw. She looked so wanton. Fenrir Greyback, werewolf, murderer, Death Eater, has turned her into this licentious, needy thing simply by stimulating her nipples. And she wanted more. She's never felt this level of arousal with a partner. Not from dancing with Harry, not from her comparatively chaste snogging sessions with Viktor, certainly not from Ron, and not from her random, secret, week-long, sixth year, take-it-to-your-grave fuckfest with Dean Thomas.
None of those boys ever evoked such pleasure. She felt ready to burst. In a last conscious, determined thought, Hermione gave her body over to her pleasure. She arched hard and groaned.
She watched Fenrir as his hand dropped slowly to her open, wet pussy. One clawed finger extended slowly and dropped onto her swollen clitoris. It gave it a single, rough stroke. And that was all it took. Orgasm. Intense, searing, unrelenting orgasm.
Hermione arched her petite body, throwing her head back allowing Fenrir access to her neck. He drew his fangs up and down her smooth dusky skin as she road out the tremors and spasms.
Fenrir thrust against the girl through her orgasm. An erect cock was a constant in his life where every action stimulated his sensory systems and the result was a permanent hard-on. Due to his frequent, intentional transformations, his "human" form had taken on some of the more lupine characteristics. His ever-present fangs were an example. In this case, however, he had been afforded something of a sheath encompassing a portion of his penis, allowing its permanently erect weight and heft protection against his body. More importantly, it assisted in comfortably maintaining his penis' constant upward trajectory. He would coax it out and push it down to relieve himself—sometimes a challenge—but otherwise he found it to be a plus. Female or male, he was always ready to fill a partner and fuck them.
Flick. His pants and boots were gone leaving him as naked as her. Flick, she was levitated and tilted slightly forward. Looking down, Hermione could see huge, pendulous testicles hanging full between his legs, easily twice the size of a normal human male. Above them was the wide sheath with Fenrir's thick, red shaft and head extending far beyond. It looked neither human nor lupine, but instead a hybrid of the two: Unlike a fully pointed lupine cock, his was mostly human—well, in theory—a huge, almost lemon-shaped knob atop the long, fat red shaft.
He reached down to pull his penis forward causing the sheath to slip down. With a slow flick, he lowered Hermione's body until her vagina lined up with the very tip resting between her slick labia. He felt hot on her lips and she itched to have it inside her. She pumped her hips and moaned.
"Say it, girlie, say it..."
No, she thought, no, please don't make me ask for it. But she NEEDED to be filled.
"Please, please! Fenrir! Please...fuck me!"
He smiled and, with a last flick, lowered her onto has throbbing knob.
She watched in the mirror with awe as the head entered her opening, and the feeling of shock as the it forced its way into her narrow canal. There was a burning stretch where he paused to allow her to adjust before continuing her descent.
Mouth open, watching the huge organ entering her body, Hermione felt her pussy stretch and spasm around the invading projectile, feeling a fullness never before achieved. As Fenrir became fully seated within her drooling cunt, he paused to fill his senses with her complete girl smell. Yesssss, finally!
He held her hips still and drew his cock back from her body. Wanting it back immediately, Hermione whined only to feel Fenrir slide it back, now confident in her being able to take him in. He repeated the cycle again and again. She was moaning with each thrust of his hips, feeling her vagina become utterly filled. Guttural sounds accompanied each thrust. Fenrir set his fangs firmly to her neck and growled. He would not break the skin, he reminded himself. He would not taint the smell of this particular girl with wolf. No, she was to be special. It did not, however, stop him from growling every time his wolven cock sheathed inside her. It felt good. She smelled too good. He needed to fuck.
So he did.
Suddenly his cock was pistoning in and out of her. Hermione was starting to lose what mind was currently still present. She was transported by watching that gorgeous glistening pole rapidly enter and exit her body. She felt her body start to bear down in anticipation of her orgasm. It was right there, within her reach when Fenrir growled, "Cum for me, girlie, cum for me...Now!"
Hermione screamed as her body spasmed around his cock, her internal muscles gripping him in near numbing pleasure as a stream of clear liquid spurted from her engorged organ to the mirror in front of them. He growled in appreciation.
He felt the stirrings of his knot. Yes. He would knot her.
As Fenrir continued to fuck her Hermione clocked a thickening on his shaft. She whimpered.
"You knew this part was coming, girlie, didn't you? My knot is forming. It will push past your opening and lock in place so I can fill you with my cum. And you and I will both continue to cum for the next 30 or so minutes." Fenrir had stopped fucking. Hermione opened her eyes to see the roundness of the knot take form more than an inch above the base of his cock ensuring it could lock into place inside of her. Her hips shook and shuddered in anticipation. She wanted it. He watched her eyes as they took in the expanding knot. In her stupor of arousal and satisfaction, she was in no way resistant to its impending invasion. Her eyes became hooded and heated as she continued to watch the knot form. He almost waited too long enjoying her anticipatory desire and with one mighty thrust of his hips, pushed the apple-sized bulge into her tight hole. She screamed with pain and pleasure feeling it expand further as it now drove within her body.
She was hanging on the edge when she felt a last jolt of the knot's expansion, and fell off into a screaming orgasm, light exploding behind her eyes with the strength of it while he fucked his knot into her.
"Oh, girlie" Fenrir growled, "...so tight...you smell so good, so right, get ready...so close...gonna fill you so full...NOW!"
The feeling of his knot on his still thrusting cock and flowing ejaculate caused Hermione to cum once again. Her body now moving in involuntary pumps as his knotted cock jackhammered his cum into her vagina. It went on and on. Hermione's brain lost count of the number of orgasm she had. She had squirted almost continuously. She became insensible as her body just was in ongoing orgasm. At some point she succumbed to the pleasure and darkness took her mind while her body continued to respond.
Fenrir watched after Hermione passed out. There was nowhere for the cum to go as his knot had sealed her and so it filled her vaginal canal and uterus beyond. By the time Fenrir was done ejaculating some time later and his knot reduced nearly to the point of being able to be removed, Hermione appeared slightly pregnant. The thought surprisingly pleased Fenrir.
Fenrir felt his knot loosen and recede. He pulled his cock from her body and a fat stream of cum flooded from her vaginal canal onto his legs below. He smiled at the sight. Her girl smell was extraordinary.
He grasped Hermione from behind her knees and pulled back exposing both her leaking pussy and furled anus below. Fenrir watched as the latter hole actively pulsed open and closed to the same rhythm of her vagina as it continued to drool cum and pussy juice.
He watched the pulsing movement for some time. He knew he needed to claim this as well.
His slick cock was lined up and still hard. Fenrir reached for his wand and pointed it at her little furl and flick, filled her channel with slick. Returning the wand beside him, Fenrir rested the pointed head of is cock against her pulsing cum and pussy juice covered anal opening. Hermione moaned in her stupor at the touch. When her pussy and anus once again pulsed open, Fenrir deftly eased the tip of his penis into Hermione's loosened furl and just kept right on going.
"Oh..oh! Ohhhhhhhh!" Hermione cried out, eyes suddenly wide at the rectal incursion. Already loosened in conjunction with their earlier dynamic fucking her muscles spasmed around the thick meaty member entering her anus and rectum beyond.
Hermione moaned loudly at the aching pleasure as she was stretched and filled with the first several inches of Fenrir's cock into her anal cavity. He slid into her slowly, filling her with his length, her body adjusting as the bulk of his heavy shaft as it slipped in further.
Fenrir started fucking slowly but intensely.
The pain receded and Hermione became mesmerized by the wetly sensuous slide of the thick shaft into and out of her anus. "Oh, girlie! Fuck! Your ass feels perfect around my cock! Its pulling me in. I'm going to fuck your ass full of my cock - fill you with my cum here too!"
Hermione groaned. The slow, sensuous slides became more insistent as Fenrir sped up. Hermione's splayed open, empty pussy continued to run its juices onto the cock shaft and balls below.
Once again, his knot began to form. He didn't leave it outside of her too long, wanting to ensure it was fully surrounded by her flesh before expanding to its fullest size. He pushed it past her sphincter and into her dark canal beyond accompanied by a shriek from her. The feeling of his knot now sliding within her rectum was too much. it filled her in ways she did not understand. He continued to drive his knot within her and the pleasure he drove into her resulted in a blinding orgasm. As the seizure of orgasm took her, Hermione screamed long and loud. The music of a scream, not in pain but in passion, was a soaring aria to Fenrir. The sound drove him over the edge. Once again he released his cum into her body with a load as plentiful as the one preceding it. Hermione's brain was no longer participating- it could only register orgasm.
Fenrir's hips kept pumping along with his ejaculate until it finally ended. He was sated. He was still. Hermione took a deep breath and released it in a sigh. And she promptly fell asleep.
When his knot finally shrank he was again able to uncouple from her, Fenrir carried Hermione to the bed and tried to make her comfortable.
Still a bit curious at his reluctance to turn her or take her as hostage, Fenrir finally decided to let her rest until she could be recovered by those Order idiots. He evenescoed the mirror, and dressed without cleaning himself, wanting to leave the heady perfume of her girl smell and their combined sexual excretions on him. He next ensured the fire would maintain a consistent heat for the next several hours and he left in search of an owl to send a message