The forbidden forest II

Thinking he was in no danger at all anymore, distant screams reached Diggory's ears as he frantically stormed through the forbidden forest, his shiny thighs trembled like gelatin as his running stopped so suddenly. It was the voice of the overbearing and annoying Slytherin boy Draco Malfoy, panicking for help, it wasn't until other screams from Hermione and Ron calling for Harry forced Cedric to glance away trying to see if he who he thought was in danger. Homenum Revelio cast Cedric, allowing him to see two figures at a few meters away, a small one paralyzed in fear retreating from some imminent danger and the other belonged to a sinister being of untold darkness, the creature that forced the fears of all beings in the Forbidden Forest, crawling its way to Harry.

Now sure of the danger this represented, the barefooted Cedric rushed once again to where his spell revealed Potter's presence, but while he tried to get there, his predator had reached him as well, immediately pouncing on the boy trying to bite his loincloth with a sallivating mouth. The shiny and eerie eyes of that huge predator that towered the Hufflepuff were firm on the Hufflepuff's dominant hand, growling if he got too close to his wand or even licking its sharp teeth when the wind blowed on Cedric's loincloth, causing its malfunctions to increase the appetite of the voracious and famished wolf. It wasn't until a powerful breeze produced by the creature of shadows not only blew the insignificant cover of the loincloth but forced the animal to pounce once again on Cedric, who tried with the might of his muscles to fend back against the huge predator. His two strong arms were enough to repel its insisting biting as it tried to get a taste, dropping slimy saliva in the Hufflepuff's clean body. The ground was wet and sandy, his bare feet without enough support were not going to last long before he slipped and fell prey to this monster, losing his only chance to save Harry, but moving forward was impossible, the wolf's claws were desperately trying to scratch his pelvis as if it were trying to take a glance under the boy's garden loincloth.

During the intense Hunt, Harry cast a bolt of red sparks into the sky alerting Cedric even further of the danger he was in but at the same time distracting his predator enough so he could grab his wand, but the animal's perversion surpassed any desire for hiding from the strange dark figure, pushing Cedric's arms and pinning him into the ground, exposing him at last, his wand rolling a few inches away from his hand but prohibited from even twitching a muscle without the wolf noticing. It was almost imperceptible to human eyes, but it almost seemed the monster was smiling from the view in front of him. Cedric tried to at least twitch his neck so he could move a bit, but the wolf used this opportunity to lick the boy's very neck, forcing him to emit an acute moan that was listened by none other than Harry Potter at the distance, recognizing it almost immediately. Without hesitating, Harry grabbed the very few pieces of courage he had left and abandoned the dark hooded figure to rescue his friend, not noticing the evil shadow was pursuing him with menacing growling.

Incessant licking from the wolf on the boy's nipples tortured Cedric into an estate of ecstasy but fear as if he was being given the same drugged and violent love he received from his abuser Percy Weasley, not being able to resist the ticklish sensation of his nipples erected or the salliva running down from his chest to his shiny and athletic abdomen all the way to wetting his loincloth, which at this point could no longer hide what didn't wish to be hidden, moving the front flap because of the growing prominence even if his legs were not being pinned as his arms, Cedric's attempts to close them so the predator didn't bite off the evident, only seemed to increase the hunger and the salivation as it closed its furry head all the way to his intimacy. Without an inch of mercy, the wolf ripped not what Cedric thought it would, but ripped the inner cloth beneath the loincloth flap, covering him in even more saliva now as the licking became fast, insisting and almost as if it were reaching further behind, tickling the boy's drugged area into intense blushing. His loincloth slightly ripped and torn, his body shining from the perverse licking and him trying to resist the urge of touching his rear entrance, he was only stopped by a particular view, a sygil on the wolf's back neck, a magical curse of some kind, one he had seen before, one he was cursed upon the day he fond out the truth of his past reincarnations and the failures of his romantic attempts. This reincarnation was cursed with a sense of nihilism, not caring at all for what anybody said to him, wearing outfits more revealing than the other as a way to express how his hope was taken away from him, his intimacy permanently belonging to the man that not only turned his body into a drug but now the man that cursed this lone wolf into such a perverted state. The licking got near to that area, Cedric felt the wolf's sharp claws piercing his lateral abdomen as well as the remaining arm that was still pinned down to the ground. Its grip became more intense as the wolf now clenched its claws into the boy's bare legs, almost as if it wanted more so desperately. The rushing sensation of pulsations in Cedric's member as well as the hufflepuff, intoxicated by his trauma bent his leg forward and easing the monster access allowed the perpetrator of the curse to enjoy the sight the wolf was giving him, at least it would until a second voice alerted Percy and his pet. Harry had appeared into scene, wand in the air, trembling as it glandered at the almost two meter monstrosity that was licking his "friend". But Harry knew not a single defensive spell whatsoever, this was merely an impulse of bravery without much meditation, however it did buy Cedric enough time, motivated and empowered by Harry's bravery, to reach out to his wand, pull it in the wolf's neck and preparing to cast a spell on it.

The last thing Harry Potter saw right as the cloaked figure caught up to him, was the gruesome wolf biting Cedric's shoulder and dragging him into a pit with fierce violence, not letting the Gryffindor boy to witness what became of his friend. Even the cloaked figure stopped its advance, almost as it was enjoying the loss of that "hinder" on his path to Harry Potter. It happened so quickly, in a matter of seconds Cedric was dragged by the ruthless and hungry predator when a flash of yellow light was visible through the Pit, but not a single movement could be seen. The last Harry saw as the evil figure got closer, was the view of the wolf's back slowly but almost inanimately reaching out of the Pit without his friend.

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