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I get tired of reading about gentle, ball-less Remus relegating him to a less-than-a-man, not-worth-it status. I like some meat and fire with my Remus. Yes, there is the inner conflict and you do not lose the character. I just put the ball in balls with him in my story as the main character. Anyway, he's modified a bit than what I think most people expect.

So to warn you, Hermione and Remus are a bit OOC from "canon" but if you read my stuff, you know all my stuff is A/U and far from canon. W/o further ado.

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0The leather creaked as he shifted, strong and slightly furred hand adjusting the painfully erect, thick cock straining for release. He hissed his displeasure, this night before the full moon. Blast the damn girl! What the hell was she doing down here anyway? His baser instincts roared against the weakening chains of his higher mental faculty.

FUCK HER!

NO!

It was Moony vs. Remus, at this time of the month the two entities blurring so he hardly knew where one ended and the other began. Few could understand outside of his kind, that his normally poor and tired, haggard look wasn’t from his suffering from Lycanthropy, it was from the amount of energy he spent not giving into it. There were plenty of healthy werewolves that lived in northern forests, keeping to their own kind and taking herbal precautions that simply allowed them to rest. Others freely roamed those dense forests, hunting game like the wild beasts they were. From a very young age they were taught there was no distinction between human and wolf. Werewolves were a breed all of their own, all efforts at comparison failing to celebrate the magnificence that was a special breed of animal reviled by most of wizard-kind. Lycanthropy wasn’t a disease, it was a calling, and much like mental illness was misunderstood even by those that were “afflicted”.

Hermione bent over, the bottoms of her shorts riding up into the crack of her ripe, plump ass.

Claim her, you fool! Bend her over and fuck her, mate with her, fill her belly with cubs.

No! I won’t do it!

Grrrrrrrrr…….

The beast inside snarled at the mental chains, tired of biding his time until the moon filtered through and let him free at last. This time he wasn’t going to let the female get away. The human fucker didn’t know what was good for him. The fool hid himself so deeply away from the rest of his primal needs he’d forgotten that he was slowly killing himself with self-castigation and longing. If only he’d claim her as his mate, as her scent proved her to be….

Remus inhaled sharply when her scent wafted in his direction. The distinct musk of arousal was sharp and cloying to his finely tuned senses. The young woman had no idea an inferno raged mere feet from her snooping twat.

Why won’t she just leave?

Because she is drawn here, she knows she belongs here. This isn’t the first or the fiftieth time she’s been here. She always comes here right before the full moon. Teases you. Leaves her slutty, delicious scent all over your fucking cage. All you have to do is take her. Just a few steps, that’s it….

To Remus’ horror he found his feet moving in her direction. Damnit! He quickly shuffled back but it was too late. Hermione had whirled around when she heard his bare feet scuffle softly along the stone and dirt covered floor.

The brilliant, feminine and supple young lady smiled at him in recognition. “Oh hi there! You scared me. For a minute I thought…. But no, that’s tomorrow night. I’d never make a mistake like that. Anyway, everything seems to be in order.”

His body half turned, encasing him in shadow and presenting a dimmed profile to her in the light of waning, dusty afternoon sun slanting through the high, barred window above.

“What are you doing down here?”

His voice had a raw quality to it, one Hermione had only ever heard from him when he was under great stress. She took a tentative step toward him.

“Are you okay?”

“Stay away!” he growled sharply. Just as quickly he stuttered a breath out and ran calloused fingers through his mousey brown and greying hair.

Thankfully, Hermione had taken his instruction to heart and retreated to her original place. “I was checking the restraints. I do it every month.”

“That’s Arthur’s job.”

“He’s busy.”

“I gave that job to Arthur so I wouldn’t have to-“ torture myself smelling a dripping, fertile female, he mentally finished, tempted sorely to launch himself at her and rip her clothes off in punishment.

“I- I guess I didn’t realize you objected so strenuously to my presence. I’ll make sure to find someone else to take it over. It’s just; in all the time I’ve been doing it you’ve never said anything.”

Remus felt strongly conflicted, sensing the hint of anguish in her voice that he must find her presence so unpalatable when it was the exact opposite; he desired her so intensely it hurt. He knew there’d come a time when she’d take another lover, having only had one brief relationship with Ron following graduation before they broke up and she buried herself in Uni. If at any time he were to smell another male’s essence from her nether regions there was no telling the loss of control that would evoke.

He needed her. Even now he could smell the subtle difference in her body odor, the slight sweat emanating from her pores indicating she was ovulating, fertile and ripe.

All he would have to do is rip the pathetic jean material from her body, shove her knickers aside with two fingers and plunge himself balls deep, howling with pleasure.

“No! I won’t do it!” he shouted to Moony. The wolf grinned at him from behind the invisible mental prison, pleased to have gotten such a vehement reaction from the man he detested.

“Won’t do what?”

Fuck. The damn wolf had made him say it aloud. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He needed her to leave, NOW.

“I’m having a difficult time with you here. You need to leave.”

“I see.”

The hurt tone in her voice made his heart ache. He resisted the temptation to reach down and adjust his painful member again where it chafed against the restraints.

Hermione retreated back into the cell where he heard her shuffling, the clink of chains and a thump.

“There, all ready,” she said tightly, moving to brush past him in the tight space as she headed for the stairwell.

Fire burned him where her arm grazed the skin of his bare back and leather clad buttocks. His hazel eyes squeezed shut, breaths coming in short gasps at the burst of pleasure threatening to shoot out of his cock from her mere proximity to his person, his wolf.

“Hermione!”

With a little jump she stopped her forward progression and turned slowly. Every moment seemed to stretch into an eternity, one of those illusions where life takes you on a ride of epic proportion but the import of significance is lost on any but the moment shared between two people.

“What?”

He winced inwardly at her snappish tone but knew he’d been the cause. Turning his head slightly, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Thank you. Good night, then.”

Was that a hint of disappointment? He couldn’t be sure, the flash from her own gaze so quick it was nearly over before it even began. Then she was up the stairs and gone.

Moony was disgusted, chiding him for a time before seeming to settle in on himself, biding his time as always until the next night.

Remus didn’t dare sit for fear his cock would break in half. Instead he glanced up the stairs quickly, relieved the door was shut tight. In a pique of weakness he fell to his hands and knees, snuffling in her fresh scent from the earthen floor. It was a tiny slice of heaven as his nostrils soaked it up, beckoning him into the cell where it lay strongest, pungent against the very surfaces he’d be forced to reckon with on the morrow.

Moony’s passion was reignited and he howled and lolled with delight at the human’s obvious inability to not give in just a little. He grunted and lunged at the mental barriers, barking and snapping and howling to get free while Remus busily snuffled all over the bench. She had sat here, his mate; she had sat here and played with herself! Damn her! Bless her! No, damn her!

Remus’ cock jumped and his tongue came out to rasp over the splinter-prone wood, aged and dark and soooooo delicious when he caught more than a hint of her come.

Oh My God! She’s soaked the wood with her ejaculate!

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!

Remus glanced quickly behind him again to ensure he was alone and released himself from the confines of his leathers. Damn Sirius’ wardrobe! The former Animagus may have left everything in his closet to his best friend but half the shit was way too tight and Remus couldn’t afford new trousers, considering half his stuff had mysteriously vanished, so these had had to suffice.

The ravenous man didn’t wince even when wood dug into his tongue, piercing it sharply. Blood mixed with the aged wood and seemed to soak up and mix with her dried excretions. The wolf snarled and burst from his chains, rabid for the scent and taste of his mate. The human fucker wasn’t home anymore. He’d checked out when nature kicked him in the ass as the mating frenzy overtook the body and brain. The Lycanthropic side danced, laughing with glee as the once-in-a-lifetime event was set in motion. Nothing would stop him from claiming her now.

Moony jerked at his leaking member furiously.

Footfalls sounded on the stairs.

Instantly alert and tucking himself away, the bleeding wizard stood. He was oblivious to his own image, eyes a golden, tawny-yellow with blood dripping from his lips and chin as if he’d fed off of and murdered an innocent. It was her.

“Hello Hermione,” he greeted quietly. If she was frightened of his disheveled, almost horror-ish state she gave no outward sign.

“Remus.”

“Remus isn’t here.”

The girl had the audacity to stand before him in those short shorts. It didn’t matter to him the weather was blazing hot, humidity unbearable. All his animal mind grasped was that any male could see her and take her before she was taken by her rightful mate. Moony liked to play games. She wasn’t getting away now.

“Where is he Moony?”

This is what the wolf loved about this woman. She knew how to play. If there was one thing werewolves loved to do with their pack, it was play games.

“He took a little trip to La-La land. See, he didn’t want to stick around for the main event.”

“Oh, well, that’s nice. I’m just going to scoot past you and get my bag. I forgot it on the bench.”

Bullshit! She forgot? The lie rolled off her tongue and struck a wrong chord even as the words left her mouth. There was no way she could tell him a falsehood and get away with it.

The witch moved forward boldly, maybe foolishly, her Gryffindor bravado mollifying whatever inner turmoil stirred in false belief he’d buy her little show and let her by, then out again the way she came. Oh, no no no, little girl.

Hermione’s eyes failed to stay on task as they fell like lead weights to his straining erection. The blush that graced her cheeks was an insane aphrodisiac and the wolf had her pressed up against the bars in an instant, nose buried in her hair.

At last!

“Oh my, I think I smell a wet, horny little witch.”

“Moony! You’re hurting me!”

“But you like a little pain, don’t you. You think you’d just come down here and torture poor old Remus a little more, flashing your ass at him, wearing those tight shirts and masturbating all over his cell!”

“How did you know- I didn’t- I mean I-“

“Don’t try to deny it, Hermione,” Moony accentuated, leaning back a bit to allow her a shaky breath.

“What happened to your face?”

Her distinct lack of fear and striking arousal told him all he needed to know. The minx knew, to an extent, that something major was happening; she wanted it to happen, to relieve the ache of not knowing why she was drawn to his miserable lair and prison.

“I cut myself sucking your juices off the bench. As if you didn’t know such a thing would torment good old Remus for months on end.”

“I never did any such thing!”

“Your lying tongue says you didn’t, but your soaked cunt tells a different story.”

Moony’s roughened fingers palmed her crotch over the tight denim. A sexy smirk, marred only a little by the smeared blood, graced his features as he gave it a squeeze, the smirk widening when her legs squeezed together and she gasped without protest.

“You want this, don’t you sweet thing. Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

Hermione closed her eyes and shuddered, her head falling back against the bars again. It had been so long, and she was so horny. It was all true. She had tormented Remus, had wanted – no – needed him to take her roughly, preferably near the full moon. There was a hidden attraction she’d only begun to notice a few months ago, something inexplicable about his sent that drove her crazy. She’d horded some of his clothing so she could smell it before falling asleep, pressing it to her face with one hand while she frigged herself with the other. The culmination was intoxicating and she fully intended to let the wolf take her, Remus’ opinions a few days hence be damned for her trickery.

“I have a fairly good idea,” she breathed hotly, the wolf’s canines only slightly elongated as he nipped the juncture of her neck and throat softly.

“I’d wager you know very little. You think you’re seducing me, but you’ve got it all backwards, love. It’s the pull. Sooner or later Remus knew this would happen, and if it had been up to him it never would have. He would have died a broken, sad little wizard. I refuse to allow this part of him that is me, die without fighting for what is ours.”

Hermione’s chocolate brown orbs flew open as the implications became clear, crystal and wicked like shards of brilliant prisms cutting through her while his teeth sank into her shoulder and she cried out, her orgasm sweet and filling and inevitably irrevocable as Moony claimed her for life.

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck!” she cried out, bucking hard against his hand as a second orgasm rode on the wave of the first and she crumpled into his arms.

At last releasing her neck and allowing the blood to trickle down between her breasts, he cast a cushioning charm on the dirt floor and reverently stripped the witch with trembling hands. Moony knew human females were rather fragile. It would take time for her body to fortify itself and get used to the attentions that came from being a werewolf’s mate. The half-canine was grateful for once he was one of the more intelligent wizards roaming the human world, for anyone of lesser mental strength than Remus would have succumbed and turned the witch in a fit of passion. This way she’d be allowed choice in one aspect of their coupling.

Her beautiful body was still quaking with aftershocks of the initial claiming, and he knew she’d feel this for weeks to come. Hermione’s body would be on edge and Remus would be helpless against the pull of his new mate’s pheromones. They’d be fucking like rabbits, or rather werewolves newly bonded, for months.

Hermione gasped when her body came into contact with the chill of the basement air. The stones kept it naturally cool despite the outside heat. Her hips bucked upwards in his direction and Moony let out a growl of approval. Still dressed in the tight leather pants, he knelt between her legs and sniffed at her legs, lapping at her thighs, supping the juices from them until he licked contentedly at her core as she cried out over and over again into the tepid air.

“Do you like that, baby?” he growled between licks, firmly holding her thighs, worrying her clit and laving her from the anus up to the clit once more, over and over. Not waiting for an answer a hand freed itself from her body and two fingers thrust inside her velvet sex for the first time. Moony rejoiced as she cried out, begging for mercy as she clutched and tried to ride his fingers. He worked them skillfully, taking note of how she responded at different angles and almost saying to hell with the foreplay and plunging his over-eager prick inside. No, he had to get her ready. The more she came, the more lubricated and ready to receive his seed she would be.

So he continued on, relishing her unabashed delight until her fingers clutched painfully in his hair and she moaned long and hard, hunching upwards as she squirted onto his face and chest.

“Fuck, fuck yes baby. Come for your mate! I’m going to fuck you so hard!”

All his good intentions flew out the tiny window when she keened and bathed him with her release. With a few deft flicks his trousers were gone and his member, even more swollen with need now that he’d claimed her and warmed her up, was hot and heavy in-between her sex.

The size didn’t seem to faze her, either, her legs falling open readily and those lovely arms beckoning for him to embrace her.

“Oh, Moony, I’ve dreamt of this,” she whispered when his cock slipped between her pussy lips, readying itself for the first plunge.

“I know you have, baby, you’re so ready for me. Don’t know how you waited so long to give yourself to him.”

“He would never have me. I needed to wait, I know that now.”

“No more waiting, doll. You’re my witch, forever.”

“Fuck me. I need you so much!”

He growled and thrust inside of her in one go, their lips coming together hard, nipping and sucking. Moony fucked her hard from the beginning, so turned on by her natural lubrication and the thought of impregnating her with his cubs he couldn’t help himself. His hands gripped her hips, his upper body lay flush over her tits, their blood mixing from her chest and his mouth as they partook of one another’s sweet offering.

It was a blissful, brutal first fuck. Moony’s cock was long-ish and thick, stretching her pussy almost to the limit as she gasped and squeezed around him. All Moony could think of was shoving himself as deeply inside of her as possible, embedding his essence far inside her womb so it stayed there for the best chances at catching her egg during this fertile time. Hopefully there would be two. Yes, twins would be nice.

Hermione clutched at his back and her fingernails raked down the scarred tissue, rending it in her passion and causing the wolf to bark into her mouth and fuck her viciously in retaliation.

His mate whimpered her hurt and he backed off immediately, having fucked the willfulness out of her for the time being. There was no way he was going to hold back any longer and the wizard renewed his efforts, his speed doubling in accompaniment to wet, thick slapping and loud breathing and whimpers.

“Mate, mate, mate!” he cried out, rising onto his forearms, back and hips locked tight, flush with her groin as he ejaculated long and hard inside her twitching cunt. The coming seemed to go on forever until at last his heaving chest bellowed out the breath he’d been holding and he collapsed on top of her dripping body.

He allowed the cool air to dry their bodies for awhile, neither moving amidst the aftermath of the frantic coupling. When he felt her begin to shiver he was on alert, warming her with a modified charm that left her dry and comfortable but not too much so.

“Where did you learn that charm? I thought I knew them all in that category.”

Moony grinned at her, noticing her eyes widen at his elongated eye teeth. “You tend to get resourceful when you’re on your own most of the time.”

His mate nodded, her hand wandering to her neck. Hermione hesitated and he could tell she wanted to ask him some questions.

“Go on then.”

“I was wondering if this meant that I’m… like you now.”

The wolf wasn’t at all ashamed of what he was. On the contrary, he embraced what Remus fought so hard to ignore and relegate to the darkness, forgotten.

At first he was going to tease her, then changed his mind at the uncertainty gleaming there. That, and a twinge of fear as well.

“No,” he answered solemnly. “We are bound as mates, but only you will decide if you wish to complete the transformation. No other will harm you. Either I will turn you, or you will remain human. It does not affect our bond.”

She looked away then, almost embarrassed to be so relieved. The air was pregnant with her other unanswered question.

What about Remus?

Moony embraced her, taking her by surprise as he held her tenderly.

“Dear, sweet mate,” he soothed, thumb caressing the wild hair stuck to her cheek, gazing into her eyes almost hypnotically. “Don’t worry your pretty head about the human. He will rage for a day or so, and then he will seek you out and fuck you into the ground. It is the way of one so stubborn such as he.”

Hermione couldn’t believe Moony was so poetic in his repose. “I-I think I love you,” she stuttered blindly, shocked at once by her own admission aloud.

The wolf just smiled at her. “Of course you do. It is meant to be, and I, you, my sweet mate.”

“I think I like when you call me that.”

“Get used to it, you’ll be hearing it for the rest of our lives.”

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