Forsaken Bite (HP Fanfiction)

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A/n this chapter contains a lemon! You have been warned. 

Hermione pov 

Hermione turned her attention to see Fenrir walking over to them, removing some of his clothes and tossing them on the ground till he only his an unbuckled pants. Hermione felt her face blush with seeing every curve of his body, which caused her to quickly turn her attention to avoid looking at him more than she wanted to. After all she was still mad at him for what he did in the dining hall. 

"I'm fine with Remus doing that." Hermione told Fenrir. Remus was about to say something when Fenrir lightly nudged Remus to move away from her. Remus actually listened and obey the order (actually he even went so far as to leaving them alone together). Fenrir sat beside her before taking hold of the jar filled with the oils. Hermione stood up to get away from him. 

"Fenrir, I would like to be left alone. I can do it myself." Hermione told him, trying to avoid being around him as much as possible, while motioning for him to hand her back the jar. Fenrir released a pissed off sigh. 

"We need to talk about what happened." Fenrir stated to her. Hermione groaned before sitting back down by Fenrir. Fenrir lightly pulled against her clothes. 

"Take these off." Fenrir ordered with a firm voice. She gasped at what he was asking. 

"Excuse me?" she asked him. 

'You are going to need them off anyway. Unless you want them torn off of you when you turn?" Fenrir suggested to her. Hermione growled as she began to remove her clothes in front of him. Once she was fully nude and Fenrir himself removed his pants, she could feel Fenrir already rubbing his hands between her shoulder blades. She bit her lips feeling the sudden heat rushing through her skin. Every second that passed, Fenrir's hands ran over every inch of her skin as the heat doubled. 

"Are you really determined to leave the pack?" Fenrir asked her. Hermione lowered her head, cringing when Fenrir crawled his fingers over to the sides of her breasts, the heat rushing near her nipples. 

"Fenrir... what you ask of me... what you did..." Hermione tried to form into sentences, but was having a hard time since her mind was between focusing on the pleasures of the oil to the pain of what Fenrir did to her earlier. Her eyes fluttered between being open or close when his index fingers finally reached to her nipples. Hermione couldn't help but start to pant with his touches moving down her stomach and her arms. Fenrir pressed his lips to the corner of her neck. 

"Hermione... I am sorry... you're not used to the way of the pack. I should have let you off with a warning. Explain myself better... let me make it up to you." Fenrir whispered while lower his hands down to her womanhood. She gasped when the sudden heat rush within her womanhood, basically making her already pulse with excitement around Fenrir's fingers. She could feel Fenrir start to laugh against her skin while he pulled himself out of her. 

"You think that's nice, baby. Wait till you feel this." Fenrir told her. Hermione peered over her shoulder in time to see Fenrir rubbing the oils over his prick, watching it begin to pulse. Hermione could only moan as Fenrir position himself against her opening. Before she could prepare herself, he entered deep within her. Hermione gasped with the heat shoving within her folds. Hermione's eyes began to roll back with every movement of him going in and out of her. A string of drool dripped down her lips while she felt him pulsing inside of her, increasing every moment.  Soon her stomach started to twist up as she gasped. 

"I'm coming..." she screamed as she felt him begin to speed up to pound himself even deeper within her. She finally couldn't take it anymore as she released right on his cock. After a few second, Fenrir came deep within her. Suddenly the pleasure was shifted into a slight discomfort as her body began to twist up so painfully that it caused her to let out an inhuman howl.