Forsaken Bite (HP Fanfiction)

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A/n: Warning this chapter has some sexual parts. You have been warned! 

Hermione's eyes fluttered opened to stare up to a onyx-black curtain hanging from above her to the sides of the bed that she laid in. She was tucked in under the black silk sheets and scarlet blankets. Hermione moaned as she felt pain rushing right through her system before pushing herself up. 

She took noticed that now there was another bite mark on her other shoulder while the first one had almost completely healed. Hermione took in the room that she laid it. It was quite a big room. It consisted of a large closet, two nightstands on both sides of the bed, a desk with a chair, a large window with crimson curtains, a dresser, and a rather large fireplace. 

Hermione was about to stand up when it came to her knowledge that she was naked. She cling to the blanket as tightly as she could while she began to search for some sight of her clothes. 

"Your clothes are in the wash, love." Hermione jolted as she saw Scabior leaning against the doorway. He stood only in a pair of black ripped jeans with his chest exposed to her. She felt her face start to flare up as she tried to avert her eyes from him. He was eying her like she was the last cookie in the cookie jar and slowly (almost like a predator about to pounce on its prey) headed towards her. 

Hermione moved to the far end of the bed to try and get away from him but Scabior had already jumped on the bed and pulled her close to him so that her back was roughly pressed against his front, pulling even the blanket from her body. Hermione was about to ask him about what he was doing when she suddenly felt his tongue run around her neckline before he began to suck on the corner of her neck. 

"Get off of me! Why are you doing this?" Hermione screamed as she tried to remove him from her. Sadly, because of their position, it was hard for her to reach out to harm him. She didn't know why she asked him since she knew why he was doing this. 

However, Scabior was stronger than her and kept his hold on her. She then felt his hands run up and down her sides then in between her thighs. Scabior's fingers then ran over her womanhood till they landed right on her pearl. Hermione gasped while pushing her thighs together to attempt to make him remove them. She felt Scabior's laughter against her skin while he rubbed harshly against her pearl as his other hand landed onto one of her breasts and played with her bud. Hermione couldn't hold onto her lips as a moan slipped out of her lips. 

"You like this don't you, love? Embrace me, beautiful. You'll won't regret it." Scabior mumbled against her neck before nipping at it. Hermione then found herself flung on her back as Scabior lifted her legs as he dug his face into her womanhood. 

Hermione's eyes rolled back while a trail of drool dripped down her lips. Hermione gasped when she felt Scabior slipped his tongue within the her womanhood. For a moment, she forgot herself. She forgot about how she was kidnapped and now was enslaved and some man was now violating her body. 

For now, she was lost in the pleasure and thrills that rushed within her system. Scabior removed his tongue from inside her and rapidly licked her pearl before sucking on it. Hermione shot her hands so that they grabbed the top of Scabior's head and ran her fingers through his hair. Hermione was then cut out of the moment when a booming voice spoke out. 

"You couldn't have waited a simple day?" She bent her head backwards to see an exposed Fenrir from the waist up. His lower body was covered by the bed, but she could easily tell he was naked. Scabior removed his lips from her womanhood, which made Hermione whimpered because it brought a painful halt on the twist in her stomach. 

"Oh come on, Alpha! There's no harm in having a little taste." Scabior whimpered playfully, his fingers lightly brushing Hermione's stomach. Hermione couldn't speak, only breathe heavily from the pleasure she was going through. Her human side was demanding for this to end, but her wolf side refused and wanted Scabior to do more to her. Fenrir walked around the bed, making Hermione blushed with the sight of his long length only a foot away from her. 

"Finish this, but don't you dare dig your seed in her." Fenrir demanded before he move his hand to Hermione forehead to pull back some hair, "We wouldn't want her to have to deal with a pregnancy this soon in her transformation process." 

Without another word, Scabior returned to sucking on her pearl. Hermione was a moaning mess while she arched her back and dug her hands into her hair. Fenrir stood over the two and watched her unravel. Hermione could see part of him wanted to forget what he said and pound deep within her. Suddenly that knot formed within her lower regions as she bit her lips. Without a warning, she came as Scabior slurped all her juices even licking her folds and his lips to make sure he got every last drop. Hermione was worn out, but felt a pair of strong arms pull her up and start to carry her away. 

"Bath time for you, sweetie." Fenrir told her. Hermione didn't argue with him, only shook her head in agreement before laying her head against his chest.