Chapter 78: Bonds Of A Primal Nature

Snape's Quarters, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Beast Mind:

The female had been good. So good that the beast could do little but howl in excitement as it continued to mate with her. The rapid beating of her heart seemed to synchronize with his own wild heart as they furthered their joining well into the hours of the day. The scent coming from her had been intoxicating and it only seemed to propel his need for her. The coursing sensations that filled their collective bodies had only been heightened by the various arrays of color their respective eyes had been privy to. The beast dug it's razor sharp claws into the soft strands of sheets from the human bed. Slowly and violently they ripped at the fabric and the primal urge continued to gain a foothold on the two of them. She had been soft and warm both inside and out as the blood engorged cock of the beast expanded within her. A sharp cry filled his keen ears as she pleaded with him to continue unsure of what was becoming of her body as the primal hunger begged to be sated. Sweat glistened flesh had met his eye as her supple breasts bounced in reaction to the unchecked pounding he was giving her slender mortal form. The tight warm feeling along his massive cock had only increased his need for release as the mortal whimpered in reaction to his display of power. His thundered in his chest as his pace began to slow but get increasingly more powerful in the wake of their act.

Sharp dangerous teeth bit into the soft flesh of her exposed neck grazing the easily battered skin and causing a light trickle of blood to flow onto his waiting tongue. The need to claim her inside and out had propelled him made him eager to display his prowess as he made her his. More whimpers escaped the mortal female but she said nothing as her body began to surrender. Surrender to the power driven thrusts her mate had been intent on giving her.

She would be his.

She would always be his.

And there was not a man or adept individual alive whom would make it otherwise.

He would see to it.

The whimpers continued as his keen ears picked up on them. They had been like music in the intricate symphony of their passionate and altogether primal act. He had proven his merit as Alpha and her slender mortal form was surrendering to her need for him.

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Snape's Bedroom, Slytherin Dungeons, Wizarding World...

Hermione Granger had not been capable of coherent thought as her werewolf lover continued to demonstrate his vastly underrated prowess in bed. She clawed at the sheets unable to cope with the vast array of sensations running rampant through out her slender sweat slick body. The rapidly shifting colors that seemed to dance before her very eyes had not been any better as the intense pounding continued. A series of short gasps and steady whimpers fell from her quivering lips as she took every ounce of pleasure and ever node of pain her lover delivered in the wake of his primal lust. If she had been capable of conscious thought she might have understood why the shaman deemed her sexual exploits with a werewolf to be so dangerous. Especially, when that werewolf was an adolescent primal instinct driven Alpha male.

As he continued to have his fill of her increasingly exhausted body, she could only lie there as the colors began to shift more rapidly and his thrust began to subside. One more powerful thrust had sent her over the edge as she clawed at the sheet on his bed unsure of anything as the colors faded into a bright white hue and the heat seemed to evaporate from her weary body. She let out a scream that would have made the very heavens tremble and the earth shake in the wake of it.

Once her exhausted body had finished it's spasm from the overwhelming pleasure she collapsed onto the elegant black four poster bed in a boneless fashion unable to move or make a sound other than short gasps as her werewolf lover gripped her slender waist as his own boneless body fell on top of hers. The heat between their bodies a byproduct of their heated coupling as he kissed her sweat slick spine and let his weary pale hands roam along her naked backside.

"Oh fuck." hissed Snape at last coming to his senses as he pulled away from her and lazily launched himself onto the bed.

The ragged breathing Hermione Granger did the same unable to lift herself any further as he rolled onto his side and pulled her beside him with the last of his strength.

Looking up at the ceiling, both Snape and Hermione attempted to catch their collective breath but found that it had been no easy task. The colors that danced before their eyes had begun to face as the notion of sleep seemed to over take them.

Despite the danger of their act and the impending investigation into their absences, neither could be bothered to care at the present moment and simply drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

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Snape's Bedroom, Slytherin Dungeons, Wizarding World...

Upon awakening, Severus Snape found that he had been unable to move his body and that he had not been alone as Hermione Granger slept soundly beside him. The world had been divided into pulsing vibrant colors and his keen hearing picked up every little noise within the radius of his bedroom. The thunderous pounding of the students feet as they moved about the stone corridors, the terrified gasps of those unfortunate enough to run into the ghosts of the castle for the first time, even the idle chatter of the house elves that ran the kitchen in Hogwarts had been easy to identify.

As Snape lied in bed beside his sleeping witch, he had been treated to the sight of a rather strange and massive creature...upon closer inspection the creature seemed to evolve into the familiar massive muscular mortal man body with the head of a stag and the tail of a werewolf. He recognized it almost immediately as Hircine or rather a variation of The Father of Man Beasts.

"Well met, Hunter." said the deep caressing voice of the father. "I see you have completed your binding ritual with the witch you are so fond of."

Snape said nothing as Hircine stood before him. There was a hint of pride in his tone as he looked upon the naked Potions Professor and the sleeping girl beside him.

"A fitting prize for an Alpha such as yourself in any case." said Hircine. "Now my son...you must prepare yourself and your brothers and sisters for war...do make me proud and make the earth tremble in the wake of the hunt...remember...I'll be watching."

Unsure if he had still been asleep, Snape closed his eyes and opened them again noting the aspect of Hircine had been gone and he could once more move his weary body. Hermione had still been sound asleep which had not necessarily been a good thing. With sentient thought returning to him, Snape had gathered that they missed an entire day thanks to the effects of ingesting The Rivermist Plant and there was bound to be a good deal of questions from the other members of the staff as well as the students.

Knowing he had little time to linger despite being drawn to kissing the sleeping witch and running his pale fingers along her exposed body, he pulled himself away and went about righting this most careless of wrongs. The plant had seemed to incite a kind of sexual fever in them and it bound the witch to his werewolf side in a bid to keep her from harm.

The Potions Master had been pleased to have gotten the whole mess over with despite being disappointed in the loss of the rare plant in terms of research. He doubted that another could be happened upon in the coming years and the aspect of being the first to disclose it's properties had slipped through his collective pale fingers.

With a sigh, Snape spelled both himself and the sleeping witch with a cleansing charm then set to work getting them dressed. It was going to be another long night for him in the dungeons as he was due for another Occlumency lesson with Potter.

Rolling his eyes at the prospect of another reason to have little sleep, The Potions Master gently lifted his sleeping lover into his ebony clad arms and set about covering for her for the coming morning. As he carried her, the sleeping witch rested her bushy head against his ebony clad chest murmuring how much she loved him. He resisted the urge to kiss her as they had already been clear of the dungeons and out into the corridor leading to Gryffindor Tower.