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You knew that crashing the party at Horntail Hall would certainly add to the chaos you had to deal with in the country side, poacher camps were already scattered across the Highlands to begin with but nothing could fully prepare you for just HOW intense the aftermath would be.
You made a firm point of ignoring the agonized screams of the three poachers crumpled on the ground around you, your 'incendio' spell casting a ring of fire around you and effectively setting them alight. Your nose curled at the stench of burning flesh and hair as you 'diffindo'ed the fourth poacher trying to petrify you at a distance. Word had been spread quickly to all the Ashwinder camps and they were seemingly out for blood. Their attempts to capture you becoming steadily more brutal and ruthless than the last. You grit your teeth as you barely manage to cast 'protego' around yourself, spells bouncing off the translucent barrier. *three left* you think to yourself, trying to find a way to finish this fight quickly so you can be done with the lot of them and rest for a short while. It was getting dark and you had been out for a while now, deep in the forbidden forest. Finding an opening you call up the last reserves you had of your ancient magic and use it to turn one of the dark wizards into a barrel, bright red paint catching the other two's attention. "Oh shi-" you could faintly hear the profanity cut short as you shot 'bombarda' at the explosive barrel, the blast easily taking down the remaining foes.
You take in a steadying breath as you survey your surroundings for a moment, ensuring no one was getting up to try and strike again. Taking in the carnage you left behind wasn't easy, but you tried to remind yourself of the real villain. "Their blood is on Ranrok's hands" you said to yourself, trying to convince yourself that it dismissed the brutality you had unleashed on the witches and wizards whose corpses now littered the ground around you before turning to go into the large tent standing in the now decimated encampment. A small voice in your head warned you it might be a bad idea to rest inside, making it easier for someone to sneak up on you but the winter winds and biting snow was enough to convince you to take the chance if it meant staying at least mildly warmer while you rest before moving on. The day was drawing to a close and you weren't sure of the nearest floo flame, too tired to mount your broom. After helping yourself to a quick drink from a table in the center, the bite of fire whiskey hitting your gut with a pleasantly warm burn, you looked around the inside of the tent until your eyes caught something that would help your teeth stop chattering. With how dusk brought an extra chill to the air a pile of dark mongrel pelts off to the side had never looked quite as wonderful as they did now, your hands aching from the cold as you grab the soft furry hides and burrow into them without a second thought. A soft sigh slips from your lips as you settle into the cool fur, feeling it catch your warmth and hold onto it as if it were desperate to keep warm in the incoming night as well. The alcohol in your gut simmered as it worked its way into your system, the soft lull of it helping pull you into a dreamless sleep.
You weren't sure how long you were out, but the vaguely familiar sound of apparition pulled you from your sleep, a weary fog still dulling your senses for a moment. Before you had the chance to fully wake you were startled by the blur of a dark figure closing in on you. You try to pull out your wand but tangled in pelts you don't move quickly enough before the feeling of cold, firm wood pressed against the hollow of your throat stops you. "Tsk tsk, that's enough of that now, hands where I can see them little one." a low voice rasps out in the low light of the tent, and before you even turn your eyes towards him you already know who it is. You slowly bring your hands out of the mess of furs covering you, making eye contact with the cold blue of Victor Rookwood. You wanted to snark something confrontational, but the glint in his eyes had your heart racing. Anger was shining, no, burning in those eyes, and you couldn't help but shiver with it being aimed at you. He seemed to notice, and you hoped he would assume it from the cold, but the cruel turn of his lips said otherwise. "And here we are, after all the trouble you have caused me... I finally have you snared, do I? Like a frightened little rabbit." he hisses, barely tamed rage oozing from each word like burning venom. Without moving his wand from your neck, he reaches out with the other hand, shoving it into the furs to grab at your side. You try to stifle the sharp gasp that slips out as his hand runs down your side to your waist, before abruptly pulling away. Your cheeks burn as you realize what he was doing; noticing your wand in his grasp before he promptly throws it over his shoulder, it hitting the cloth of the tent before landing somewhere on the ground. Far from your reach. Looking back to his face, low lamp light illuminating his features you realize he's been watching you closely, like a beast prowling, lurking as it stalks its prey. The way his eyes burn, you realize nothing you do will go unnoticed under such scrutiny, and as his wand finally moves your breath hitches when instead of removing it, he slides it slowly down the column of your throat, letting the tip rest upon your collarbone for now.
Wanting to buy some time to figure out how to escape this mess you speak up "So what now, then? Going to hand me over to Ranrok? I'm sure your master would be pleased" your proud that you manage to say it without your voice trembling though the pride only lingers for a moment before its ripped out by the harsh grip of his hand on your neck, closing around your throat like a serpent's coil. The vice-like grip drags you both closer, his large figure looming over you as he bares his teeth, seething " Do not DARE to call that filthy creature MY master. How dare you!" he rages, voice low but no less violent and terrifying "That little beast is a thief, and an even greater nuisance than you and your little Hufflepuff friend." Your eyes go wide and he sneers at your reaction "Oh yes, little rabbit I know you had help during your little escapade in Horntail. I know ALL about how you and that little brat cost me a fucking Hebridean. Any idea how much it cost me?" he shakes you once harshly to emphasize his words, wand still digging into where your neck meets your shoulder "You should be grateful I at least found you first instead of her. After all, you're the golden goose here, aren't you? Wielding ancient magic no one seems to know ANYTHING about. No, I'd be a fool to kill you. Her on the other hand..." he trails off, not needing to elaborate further. You shudder again thinking about what would have happened to Poppy if Rookwood had gotten hold of her instead. "Please..." you hate how weak the word sounds tumbling out and hate even more how the word brings that malicious smirk back to his unshaven face "Please just... just leave her out of this. She wouldn't have even done it if I hadn't agreed to help..." you like to think that were true, though knowing Poppy she would have probably tried anyways. Would probably have died too, and you hate how you can't seem to stop shaking.
He cocks his head as he watches you, listening to your meager plea as if he is actually considering your words. He hums low, his breath fanning over your face, smokey and spicy as you try to breath past his tight grip still locked around your throat. Not tight enough to cut off oxygen completely but enough to remind you how easy it would be for him to. He seemed to notice the way your breath staggers in and out, struggling past his large hand so as he speaks low, he loosens his grip and swipes his thumb across your throat to join his fingers clinging to other side of your neck. "She wouldn't have, hmm? No, I suppose not, one little witch wouldn't stand much a chance on her own. No, she would need someone strong enough to help her. How convenient to have such a good friend in you hmm?" his hand now simply holding you by the side of your neck slides to rest in the space beneath your ear, fingers curling around the back, along your hair line. "I'll tell you what, I pride myself in handling my business well, and normally if anyone fucked me over like this, they'd all be fucking dead." his nose brushes the tip of yours as he stares hard into your eyes, and you can see the truth of his words clearly in his. "But I'm smart enough to know the best course of action to get what I want. So how about this, you be a good girl for me, and not only will I forget about the little Hufflepuff, but I'll even let you go too." this throws you off, and you let your confusion be clear as you lean away slightly as you speak "But Ranrok-" He yanks you back in closer as he cuts you off with a growl "Ranrok can piss off. And to be frank I don't want to even HEAR his name slip from those pretty lips of yours again." your breath hitches and he chuckles, gravelly and gruff before continuing "The beast is a pest, and the way I see it one that would be dealt with eventually so long as a little rabbit finishes what she started. Why hand you over, when I can let you get rid of him, then have you all to myself?" before you even wrap your reeling head around this revelation his lips are on yours, searing hot and greedy. You can't help the gasp from bubbling out and his greedy mouth is immediately slipping his tongue into yours, dominating and selfishly sensual as he claims command. Your brain goes blank from the heat and before you catch up to what's happening, he already had moved his wand from your flesh long enough to conjure the rope now binding your wrists together, tethering them to one of the tent poles behind you.
you writhe against the restraint, and he takes the opportunity to pull at the mongrel furs wrapped around you, granting him better access to your smaller form trapped beneath him. your body shudders, though whether it's from the chilled night air or from him you can't even tell anymore, too busy gulping in air after he finally pulls his mouth from yours. Your gasps for air turn to pathetic whimpers as he moves to your neck, course facial hair scratching at the sensitive skin in a way that's so new and so sinfully good you almost forget the full gravity of your situation. His lips and tongue burn you like a brand and you can't help the yelp when he sinks his teeth into your soft flesh below your ear, pulling it into his mouth with a hard suck that undoubtably is leaving a mark and you hate the way the feeling shoots straight to your core, making you finally notice that you're wet. You can't help the bright blush that fans over your face as you realize how your body is reacting to him, and that despite your fogged brain trying to remind you he's the enemy you can't help but want to submit to this. Submit to him. *Would it really be so bad?* you can't help but think as his large hands paw at your body, shivers morphing from whatever they were before to ones of delight and desire. This part of your brain seemingly wants to believe him, that he will really let you go if you just behave and let him have his way. *The enemy of my enemy is my friend?* you're trying to reason but part of you keeps hanging onto the cold hard fact of how dangerous this man really is. Rookwood's only friend is himself. But that cautious part loses when you think *He already has me. I'm already here, trapped like a rabbit. Ready for him to devour* and you can't seem to even be bothered by it anymore, as he catches your attention again by harshly ripping at your clothes. The idea of being bared before him sends a thrill up your spine and you squirm as he manages to tear the front of your shirt open, slips of the tattered cloth slipping from your skin to reveal itself to his hungry gaze and demanding hands. His teeth and tongue migrate to your slender shoulder and gift you another bite, even harder than the last and you can't help the pathetic broken moan that staggers out of your mouth. His tongue rolls over it to mockingly sooth the sting before snapping up more of your flesh between his teeth, moving back inward toward your neck and you shiver as he snakes a hand down into your pants to dip into the space between your legs where the shame of your submission is presenting itself. He releases your skin from his teeth to chuckle darkly in your ear "My, my, what have we here? Is the little bunny enjoying herself?" your face burns hotter as he leans away enough to look you in the eyes again, his dark with cruel desire and hunger "Good girl" he rasps and you shudder as his fingers glide through your soaked folds teasingly "behave yourself and we can both enjoy this" his other hand has wandered to your breast, easily fitting it into his palm as he gives a firm squeeze, the fingers playing with your folds dipping into your heat. A lewd moan rolls out of your mouth, and he growls before claiming your lips with his again. You don't even notice your mouth opening for his tongue on your own, willingly drowning in him as he consumes you.
His fingers start actively playing with your weeping cunt, pulling in and out as his thumb finds its way to your clit and he swallows the moan that starts low in your throat as your thighs quake and spread out of carnal instinct. Suddenly your cold as he pulls abruptly away, leaving you quivering from the winter air and the heat of your desire. You watch him in a daze as sucks his fingers clean before he drops his top hat onto the table in the center of the tent, his lavish coat quickly joining it on the wood surface before he makes his way back to you. Though rather than diving right back in he grabs at the waist of your trousers and yanks them down your legs, taking any remaining layers of cloth from your flesh with them, boots falling from your feet and leaving you laying bare before him on the pile of scattered furs. He kneels down, hands resting on your knees and with the slightest nudge you're easily spreading for him again. You know there's no turning back and you can't bring yourself to care, the things he was making you feel unlike any you had experienced before. You had fooled around with another classmate but with youth comes inexperience and you had been left unsatisfied and underwhelmed. This was completely different, Victor was a man, and a dangerous one at that. The thrill of him and how he handled you making you feel foggy and wanton. "Look at this, what a sight you are sweetheart" His voice is like low thunder, and you fight the urge to arch your back at the mere sound, the tiniest semblance of your dwindling modesty trying to cling to your mind. he ducks down to ghost his lips over your knee as he speaks, other hand skimming the outside of your bare thigh "A juicy little rabbit, layed out and ready to eat" he punctuates the end with a sharp nip to the flesh of your knee, eyes boring into yours flickering in delight at how you jolt and pant under his teasing and toying. Both his large hands are skating down to scoop under you squeezing your rear as his face goes lower, giving the occasional nip to your inner thighs as he gets closer to your aching heat. You tug weakly against the rope, not to flee but rather wishing you could grab hold of his head and hurry him to where you wanted - needed - him to touch you. All you can do instead is whine miserably and whimper "Victor, please..." he hushes you, the breath fanning over your damp lips and making you shudder "Quiet down bunny, I'm trying to enjoy my meal" he mocks before licking a long stripe over your folds, up to close his mouth over your clit. One hard suck has you squealing and as you feel his tongue dip into your hole you can't help but roll your hips to grind onto his face. His arms snake around your thighs to grip you tightly, holding you in place while he feasts on you.
He lets loose a low moan that shakes you down there in a way that makes your toes curl, moaning as your climbing higher and higher to that peak your body is aching for. Right as it seems your about to tip over the edge, he pulls away from you, leaving you quivering and panting under him. Your arms are hanging limp from their ties, wrists burning from where the rope chaffed at your skin in your struggle. You look up at him with big pleading eyes, lashes dewy with the soft sting of tears prickling unshed. "Pretty as a picture" he praises, voice low as he moves further away from your heat and you can't help but whine. He chuckles darkly, before putting on a look of mock sympathy "What's wrong bunny? Didn't finish?" you bite your lip, cheeks sweltering as you shake your head. Tutting at you he says "Well you'll have to earn it then." and suddenly your arms are loose, falling to your sides as the rope is cut free. You bring them forward to clasp a red wrist in hand, softly rubbing at the sting. You look up as he sheds his waistcoat, tossing it carelessly onto the table with his growing pile and you shiver as his hands went for his waist. He steps back over to you, pulling himself free of his trousers, cock hard and weeping in his grasp. The sight makes your pussy clench, and you swallow thickly as you look up at him through your damp lashes. "Come here then, Bunny. Not fair for you to have all the fun is it? Be a good girl for daddy and then I'll take care of you." the way he's talking to you has you dripping and your crawling to close the small gap between you, resting your hands on his thighs as you lean in. Dazed as you open your mouth, tongue greeting the tip of his cock as you try to take him into your mouth. His hand is in your hair, stroking the top of your head with a deep staggered sigh and your quivering at how lewd this is. You're on your knees, naked in a dark tent sucking the cock of a man that's supposed to be your enemy. You should be ashamed, terrified but all you can think is that your SO horny, and he is so so good and you cant think of doing anything except what he told you to do. All you want right now is to be 'a good girl for daddy' and your pussy aches as you moan around his cock, making a low moan rumble from deep in his chest. You shiver as his grip on your hair tightens on the back of your head, then he's pushing your head forward as he snaps his hips. You gag as his cock is shoved down your throat, and you shiver as you feel yourself dripping down your thighs. Your eyes roll back as he fucks your mouth, tears finally slipping down your crimson cheeks as you try to keep pace with him. This carnal part of you wants to satisfy him, revels in how he brutally claims you. You have no idea how long he's chocking you but it's just as spots start dancing in your vision he pulls himself from your drooling lips, mouth hanging open as you gasp for air. You look at him with hooded eyes, and to your delight his chest is heaving as he tries to steady himself. His hand is on your chin, wiping some of the drool away as he rumbles "Good girl, Bunny. A promise is a promise, turn around and on your hands and knees" you're reeling at the praise and stumble to do as he says, getting on all fours in the heap of furs cushioning you from the cold hard ground below the thin cloth of the tent. You spread your legs and roll your hips so that your presented to him as he took off the last of his dark finery, coming up behind you and running a course hand over the supple skin of your back, dragging it over to rest on your ass as he leans over you "Now remind me, what was our deal again, Bunny?" Your brow knits together as you try to think, confused about why he wants to talk NOW when you can feel him nudging your thigh, just barely off the mark of where you NEED him to be. "I.. you... you said to be a good girl for you.." he strokes your rear and you tremble as he rasps "That's right bunny, and are you? Being a good girl for me? Are you my good girl?" you swallow hard and nod as you whine "Yes"
You yelp as his hand comes down on the side of your ass, smoothing over the stinging skin harshly as he tuts at you "I wanna hear you say it, bunny. Who's good girl are you? hmm?" you keen as you grip onto the fur, whining "I'm yours, I'm your good girl Daddy, please" and then your moaning loud and low as he's suddenly pushing into you, burying himself in your trembling heat. He hisses through his teeth as your walls clamp down on him, and your arms are already giving out on you, chest meeting the mongrel fur beneath you as you whimper pathetically at how good it feels to finally have him filling you up. As he bottoms out he lets a deep groan rumble through him and your eyes are rolling again as he catches a spot deep in you that has you fluttering desperately around his girth, slurring "daddy" brokenly as he starts rutting in you in earnest. Harsh snaps of his hips are quickly joined by his hand pulling your hair, craning your head back from its spot on the furs so he can nip at your ear, neck and shoulder blindly as he chases his end. The soft fur rubs at your breasts in a way that's so sensual and with his course unshaven face scratching your sensitive skin you're practically singing his praises as he pounds into you. He's handling you so rough, but you can't get enough and as he starts abusing your clit as he slams into your swollen pussy your first orgasm hits hard and you're wailing as you gush around his cock that's still hammering into you hard and fast. "That's it, bunny" he rasps in your ear, voice hoarse as your gripping him like a vice "Cum all over daddy's cock like a good girl." He's burying his face in your hair, mumbling "weren't for this stupid goblin nonsense I'd fill you till you swell. You take me so good, need to breed you like a proper rabbit." you shudder, that animalistic part of your brain reveling in the idea, your abused hole fluttering desperately as another wave starts building up as he keeps playing with you, one hand still tangled in your hair while the other slides up to grip your breast, rolling the nipple as his hips start stuttering. He's growling low in your ear, telling you to come again and you wouldn't dare deny him, body readily tumbling over that edge as you sob. He's suddenly off you again but before you can blink, he's knocking you onto your side, spreading a leg away from your core to rub circles on your clit, catching the waves of pleasure still racking your body and you blink up at him, red cheeks tear-stained, lips puffy and his cock is fisted in his hand as he finishes on your stomach with a breathy moan. The feeling of his hot seed on your damp skin makes you shiver, and he takes your mouth in his in a slow, sensual kiss. As your shuddering He grabs a scrap of torn cloth and wipes the mess off your stomach, and right when you think he is going to stand up and leave you used and aching on the ground he crawls over you to join you in the furs. You tremble as he pulls you to his chest, hand combing through your hair as you settle against him. He mumbles low for you to sleep, and you can't resist the heaviness of your lids and the warmth of his body pressed to yours.
When you wake up next your alone in the pile of furs, slightly chilled from the cool air. Blinking bleary eyed you look around the tent, early morning light making it a little brighter inside, the lamp on the table having burned out some time in the night. Your clearly alone, and part of you is relieved, while the other part of you is mildly disappointed. You quickly shake your head at that idea though, it's foolish. He got what he wanted. You look at the shreds of your shirt and sigh, wondering if you had any spares in your pack when the table catches your eye as you stand. Making your way over you see clothes resting on the tabletop beside your wand, that's placed atop a folded piece of parchment. You pick up the clothing (An Ashwinder outfit of course) and shrug, throwing it on to escape the cold settling into your skin. You grab your wand and place it on your person before letting your eyes rest on the slip of paper. You pick it up, unfolding it to read the brief words scrawled in surprisingly elegant handwriting:
'A promise is a promise, Bunny'
and your treacherous heart fluttered.