"Yes Greyback. Mate with me, breed me."

"You can't breed the hole I'm taking." He mutters. He pushes the bulbous head of his monstrous cock against her tight asshole, not entering yet, just resting there, a heavy, undeniable pressure. "But a wolf's got needs."

With a brutal, unrelenting thrust, he buried himself inside her. The pain was blinding, a searing fire that tore through her. She screamed, a raw, guttural sound of pure agony, her fingers clawing at the rough blankets of the bed.

Greyback didn't stop. He didn't give her a moment to adjust. He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving deep, claiming her in the most primal way possible. He was a force of nature, all muscle and fury, and she was just the vessel for his rage and lust.

His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her in place as he took what he wanted. One of his hands snaked around her body, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it with a rough, almost angry motion. The dual sensations of mind-numbing pain and a sharp, unwanted pleasure made her head spin.

"Look at you," he grunted, his breath hot against her ear. "The Chosen One. Taking it up the arse from a filthy werewolf. Begging for it." His words were meant to humiliate, to break her completely. "How would Remus feel about you now!"

And they were working. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat on her brow. But through the pain and shame, a different feeling began to stir. A dark, terrifying acceptance. This was her life now. This was her purpose. To be used. To be filled. To bear monsters for a monster.

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