Chapter 170
In the silence, broken only by their panting breaths, she reiterated her statement and desires. "Tell me all about it, those other girls, those other women. About how feverishly they want you, about how desperate they are for your body, about how good they feel."
He nodded slowly into her, not answering but the way his arms wrapped around her body, the way he seemed to pull her closer to him filled her with thoughts she vowed to examine soon enough.
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She had been pacing back and forth ever since being cleared by Pomfrey. Honestly, she would have likely been doing so even before but the mediwitch was not someone to test the patience of. The anxiousness had started perhaps even before the outing, when she had learned someone would be taking Harry to Hogsmeade.
On a date.
It had set her blood aflame with jealousy and just a hint of anger because deep down she knew no matter how friendly Harry Potter was there existed a wall between them, one she could not even consider crossing.
He was a teenager while she was an adult the same age as his parents. He was a wizard, she had Lycanthropy. He was noble, kind, beautiful, honest, intelligent, and had a lifetime of opportunities and happiness to look forward to. She would be lucky to have a job lined up after her temporary 'assignment' was complete.
During the 'date' itself she could focus on other things, on keeping an eye out for hazards or potential attacks and then the fight itself was a mess of combat, fighting for her life, and trying to draw attention away from the teenagers who were likely stuck along with her.
Once they were out, and safely back at Hogwarts, however, things changed. There was an urge, one which had been only a small nagging before but now an almost overwhelming desire. Harry had been in danger, had been attacked by other Werewolves, others trying to claim him.
She wanted, needed to have him first, even if she knew she couldn't. A faint lingering of Lycan on his clothes, on him, drove her inner beast crazy, watching others, especially other witches, so close to him, interacting with him, touching him, had her fingers flexing and a snarl edging onto her face.
Her reactions did not go unnoticed, but she was able to wave it off as post-battle anxieties. At least she assumed so, until the staff moved on to other tasks leaving her alone with Grace Riddle, and a knowing smirk on the woman's face. "Do be gentle with him hm? His parents would be most upset if you left him with marks or bruises." Then the defense professor turned and departed, leaving her just a bit more shocked than before.
Now though she understood, and the knowledge of her consent only further agitated the Lycan.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a split second later she could smell the presence of the one on the other side.
Harry
Remi had the door open in a moment, staring down at the boy who was looking up at her in confusion and a touch of concern.
Concern towards her, the monster towering over him with boiling blood and a desire that could barely be suppressed, who was mere moments away from pulling him in and…
"Can I come in?"
With that question whatever remained of her resolve cracked and she snapped out, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him inside, slamming the door behind in a flash.
Then he was against the wall, her body pressing against him, ensuring it was her scent which stuck. Underneath his unique smell was something else, something deeper.
Sex , perhaps not this morning but the previous night most certainly. He had tried to wash it off, but it was of no use to senses such as hers and the idea someone else had been feasting on him only further riled her up.
She tasted his lips before moving to his face and then his throat, tasting and lightly nipping at the young flesh as her hands pushed his arms aside and went straight for his clothes, hastily tearing them off to get at the body underneath.
His lack of resistance only fueled her aggression, and the moment Lupin was confident the last shreds of covering were gone she began on her own disrobing.
Luckily, she wasn't wearing the intricate school uniform and her own outfit was gone within seconds.
If she had been in the right mind she might have slowed down, might have just stopped herself entirely or gone with a more 'romantic' encounter.
But she wasn't, instead she had them on the floor, him gasping on his back flushed and notably aroused while she was far beyond such a state. It wasn't nice, it wasn't warm and comforting, it wasn't slow and sensual, but it was erotic and after rubbing her dripping cunt up and down his young hard cock a few times she reached down, did a bit of adjustment, and then gorged herself upon him.
It was magnificent, and her entire body shuddered even as the boy beneath her groaned. Rationality continued to slip further away as she began to ride up and down, hands pinning his arms to the floor as the sound of desperate, heated sex filled the air of her room.
"R-Remi…" Harry almost whimpered, and it drove her to bounce faster, harder on his innocent young cock, grip of both her hands and her inner walls tightening around him. She could feel him throbbing deep within her and the thought of draining his seed had her desperate movements quickened.
She was sure he would be bruised, and it excited her, and perhaps him as well, as he moaned once more, back arching as she felt him erupt inside of her triggering her own, howling, orgasm as well.
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