Cuddle with her wolf

Greyback's body was a furnace against her back, the coarse hair on his chest scratching her skin. For a moment, they just lay there, breathing heavily in the aftermath of the violent coupling. His cum pulsing inside of Rose ruined cunt.

Then, something unexpected happened. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. His hand came to rest possessively on her swollen belly, a gesture that was both tender and claiming.

"Mine," he murmured again, but this time the word wasn't a snarl. It was a statement of fact, a quiet declaration.

Rose shivered, but not from cold. She found herself leaning back into his embrace, seeking the comfort of the monster who had just brutalized her. It was a twisted, broken form of solace, but it was all she had left. She was Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, now curled up in the arms of a werewolf, pregnant with a dark lord's future offspring, and finding a strange sense of peace in it.

"He'll want me again," she whispered, thinking of Voldemort. "For the other heirs."

Greyback's arm tightened around her. "He can have your cunt for his spawn," he growled, a possessive edge in his tone. "But this ass... this body... these breasts... it belongs to the pack. It belongs to me." He nipped at her shoulder again, a gentle, playful bite this time.

"Sleep," he commanded. "You'll need your strength. The Dark Lord is having a party for you tomorrow. A new way to claim victory over the wizarding world and to humiliate you in front of his **** eaters."

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