1. Horny Hermione - Greyback's Bitch *Reposted*


    Date: 12/10/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bestiality, Exhibitionism, Fan fiction, Monster, Non-consensual sex, Older Male / Female, Rape, Written by women, Author: BrandyPeaches, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    avoid men. Even then, the Weasley Twins had double teamed her before she’d made it to the doors, waylaying her for hours. The memory of sucking one twin off while the other took her from behind made her pussy wet. The plants power kept her at a heightened state of arousal and already she craved a dick again. Even as the thought passed through her mind, a sharp-nailed hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her back against a hard chest. The rough hand moved from her throat to her mouth, stifling her scream. A deep growl escaped her captor’s chest as he breathed in her scent. “If it isn’t Hermione Granger,” the familiar voice of Fenrir Greyback growled in her ear. “Does no good for you to scream here. You’re far away from the protection of Hogwarts.” He sniffed the air again, his breath moving her hair. Heart pounding in her ears, Hermione felt his dick hardening against her back. The hand around her mouth slipped back around her throat. “That excites you, doesn’t it, muggle whore?” he demanded. “I smell your arousal.” The hand that had been holding her against him moved lower, slipping under her skirt, his sharp nails ripping away her panties easily. “Feel how wet you are,” he said, his fingertips slowly playing with her clit. His cock jumped against her back. His voice was deepening. “Please, let me go,” she said, hating how small her voice sounded and hating even more how good his fingers felt. How much she wanted him to touch her more. The vile man who’d killed so many. ...
    His chuckle was deep and rumbling, she felt it through her entire being. “Do you know what tonight is?” He asked. Turning, she saw the wicked gleam in his animalistic eyes. As he flashed her a grin, she saw his teeth sharpening as black hair spread over his face. “The full moon,” she gasped. “Have you ever been fucked by a werewolf after he’s turned?” Fenrir growled. “No!” Hermione screamed, the duel meaning of the word lost on her as she struggling in his iron-grip. She’d have never gotten free on her own. He let her go. Running, she spared only a small glance back to see Fenrir was fully transforming into a wolf-like man, his large claws ripping his clothes. She made it out of the alley and started pushing through a group of hags when Greyback bound out of the alley. He let out a loud howl, startling everyone in Knockturn who shots off in all directions, fleeing the wolf. But Greyback had eyes for only one magical morsel this evening. Hermione was jostled left and right as she tried to make her way through the panicked crowd. She just needed to make it into a shop and she’d be okay. She’d be safe. From the werewolf at least. “Move!” one man shouted, pushing her hard. Stumbling on the cobblestones, Hermione landed on all fours. Wincing as she tried to crawl away but another howl issued through the night air. Large, beast-like hands grabbed her waste, pulling her back. She felt warm fur at her ass. “No!” she cried, “Somebody help!” But the other witches and wizards and whatever ...
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