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Mourning's Doves	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to the Harry Potter series or its affiliates and make no money from the publication of this fic. Damn, huh?

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This is a werewolf fic. It is VERY wolfie. It is very smutty. It is very angsty. There is Major Character Death, but you will get a happy ending. It is not too terribly long, not more than ten chapters at most. I only need to do a little tweaking in chapter 5-6, maybe a bit at the end if I get good reviews, otherwise, it is complete except for self-beta since I didn't have any volunteers to look it over for me.

I am a VERY graphic writer. If you can't handle beastiality, graphic sex and leaving a little to the imagination, there is your back button. Flames will be used to warm my backside and light my blowtorch in self defense :D

Enjoy.... this is very smutty, you've been warned.

Chapter One

Chapter 1

There had been rumors for months, of a female werewolf on the prowl. Remus didn’t want to believe it. For one, female werewolves were extremely rare. Most women didn’t survive the bite, the odds being one in a thousand. A woman’s constitution and bone structure just couldn’t hold up to the Lycanthropic gene, slowly poisoning survivors until they died of agony or disease, being so insatiably, sexually hungry that unless a mate was found to keep her in check, they usually died a slow and horrible death, yearning and dying of a broken heart or combination of the above.

Snape had survived Nagini's attack, only to be turned by a bereft Remus, unable to procure Wolfsbane and having stumbled upon Snape on a night of the full moon, turning the man, who had begged him for death. Remus made him his mate, instead. Severus had been furious, but soon learned to love and respect the wizard he could finally call family.

It had been almost two years after the final battle before the pair began to suspect the rumors were true.

Discreet inquiries of a raunchy sort in the back alleyways of Knockturn kept the whispers coming. Most were conjecture. They hit pay dirt when a promised, handsome sum of money exchanged hands and the great brute of a bouncer led them to an inn of the worst sort.

“The Huntsman” was poorly lit, stank of sweat, piss and sex. The tables and glasses made Aberforth’s establishment look pristine. It was the epitome of hell on Earth, no less than three woman being fucked in various corners of the establishment, grunts from wanking patrons, galleons being passed openly for highly illegal potions, and drunken, raucous gambling all thrown together in a cacophony of madness.

Severus and Remus did their best not to curl up their highly sensitive noses. They both smelled her instantly.

“She’s here!” Snape hissed, his head turning sharply.

Remus tugged sharply on the back of his shirt. “Shut up!” he hissed back. “You’ll give us away!”

“Wha’s that?” the burly man inquired, turning quickly, no slouch despite his size. For a minute he thought he’d heard the man say, “You’ll give us away,” and his piggy eyes narrowed dangerously.

Remus pulled up to his full six foot seven, Polyjuiced height. “I was just telling my partner here, that he’ll get to have his way. Bloke needs to be more patient.”

The bouncer seemed to relax. Yeah, this one was alright. Lots of his sort paid good money for a go at the girl. It was no wonder his buddy was anxious to empty his balls. He was ugly as sin, what with that big conch of his.

Snape tried not to snort as they were ushered past a man furiously pumping into a moaning whore. The barkeep exchanged words and galleons with their escort and gave them a head nod to the back of the Inn.

A series of complicated wards and hushed passwords later and they entered a vestibule of sorts.

“Yer wands.”

The hackles on the back of Remus’ neck went up. “That wasn’t part of the deal.” He reached back discreetly and held his hand to stay a frustrated Snape.

“Don’t wantcha tryin’ ter take off with the lass. She’s worth a lot of money, she is. Takes lots’er abuse and loves it. The Innkeeper makes most his money off’en her, ‘e does.”

“Alright, but I’ll only pay you the other half when we’ve had our go, and our wands back,” he parleyed, reaching out his hand to shake.

The bouncer glared at the man, a bit unnerved by the bits of yellow around the man’s eyes. It was – unnatural. He didn’t feel like he had any reason to distrust the the big brute, but his eyes… reminded him of something he couldn’t place. Shaking off the feeling, he nodded abruptly.

Remus reached into his trousers and pulled out an additional sack of clinking galleons. “For your trouble, and our word.”

“I don’ normally do tha’ sort of thing, but alright.” They shook and the man pocketed their wands and the extra money.

Snape sneered behind the bouncer's back, schooling his face when the wizard turned and looked at them, laughing a bit as he opened the adjacent door.

“She’s sleepin’. I been keepin’ ‘er fresh for ya, so use her good or she’ll tear ya apart.”

The two wizards moved into the room, startling when the door shut behind them and clicked shut, hearing a muttered, “Have fun, lads,” and a mocking laugh.

“Shit,” Remus whispered, perturbed at being locked in. On one hand they'd have warning if someone tried to enter, His immediate focus was the almost unrecognizable form on the bed.

“Is it her?” Severus’ deep baritone inquired, softly kneeling next to her still form.

Remus brushed back her wild curls from her face and sucked in a deep breath.

“By the gods, it IS her, and she’s a – a – oh god … it is true!”

They both jerked back as the wild, waif-like figure suddenly went from a dead sleep to a crouched, snarling position. Her face contorted and seeing the two men, her lips turned up into a slow, sexy smile.

“Hello, boys, I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Hermione, is that you?” Remus asked, cautiously reaching out for her again.

She cocked her head, a mildly confused look crossing her features before shaking herself. “Do I know you?” she asked, slowly crawling forward, her tattered dress leaving little to the imagination.

Both men were panting, cocks straining against their trousers. They couldn’t help but be extremely aroused by a female werewolf in heat. The mouthwatering smell of her fertile cunt had both of their eyes fluctuating wildly, deep growls beginning to sound in Severus’ chest.

Remus had much more practice and self control. He roughly pushed down the beast trying to claw it’s way out and gruffly barked at Severus to back down. Snape growled his displeasure but held back. Remus knew he was going to have to work fast. They had approximately ten minutes before the Polyjuice wore off, and then they would need to convince Hermione to come with them and take another dose of Polyjuice to get out of there alive, and with their wands. They didn’t have anymore money to give to the bouncer.

The bold little thing reached out her hand and grabbed the bulge in his trousers, causing him to groan helplessly.

“Hermione, it’s me, Remus Lupin. I’m in disguise but it will wear off soon.”

“Lupin? Never heard of him,” she murmured, mesmerized by the straining cock as she started to untie the strings at his placket.

He tried to take her hands away but she snapped at him and continued working. “Hermione, it’s me, Remus, don’t you remember me?”

“I told you I’ve never heard of you! What’s your problem? I’d much rather suck your cock than talk,” she purred, yanking him forward by the hips. She was surprisingly strong for her small size.

Snape growled again, a bit of a snarl in his chest that made Remus cringe. This was more than he bargained for. He’d expected – hoped desperately – to either find Hermione, or a female werewolf – but not both. He was out of his depth.

He gasped when his cock sprang free and she was on it, taking him deeply into her mouth and holding him there, groaning and gyrating on the bed.

“Fuck!” he hissed, his features contorting as he morphed back into his normal form.

Snape followed suit behind him and was panting hard, now flush behind his Alpha and grinding his own member into Remus’ backside.

“I want to fuck her!” he growled again, biting the side of Remus’ neck sharply, causing the Alpha to wince and moan.

They were obviously not going to get anything done until they’d sated their urges. He’d hoped, desperately, to avoid this, but should have known better. Their urges to mate were all too strong, and the gamble to make this journey so close to the full moon had been folly. There was no way around it. He prayed to the Gods they didn’t impregnate her.

Hermione allowed his dick to pop from her mouth and begged shamelessly, “Please, please, fuck me, one of you. I don’t care which. I’m aching so bad, I need a big, hard cock up my cunt so badly it hurts.”

Her voice was a thin whine, one that sent Remus almost berserk with lust as he recognized the mating tone reserved for females to lure males. Her mouth engulfed him again and his animal side took over, snarling and grabbing her hair, pulling her over his dick.

“Do it, Severus. Fuck her. Look at her, she’s begging for it. Fuck her!”

“Fuck, yes!” Severus snarled, ripping open his trousers and positioning himself in an instant behind the prone witch. She was on her hands and knees, fervently sucking the living daylights out of Lupin and Snape easily flipped up her tattered skirt, groaning that she was bare to his touch.

“She’s fucking soaked, oh gods,” he groaned, barely positioning himself properly before sinking in to the hilt.

The sight of his mate fucking the female werewolf sent Remus into overdrive and his eyes rolled back, unable to stem the tide of come roaring down his cock and into Hermione’s waiting mouth. She sucked down every drop, feasting on his cock and cleaning him, pleasuring him until he was hard again. The witch grunted and thrust her hips backwards, moaning obscenely around his cock as Snape fucked her hard and fast, slapping his loins against her wet backside.

Snape’s eyes were completely yellow, his wolf having taken over, his eyeteeth elongating slightly and his cock enlarging to about half that of his wolf’s true size. His knot was visible, highly sensitive and sinking just past the tight ring of her cunt with every thrust, driving him made with desire.

“My mate, my mate,” he chanted, delirious with lust, drunk on werewolf pussy.

Remus knew how addicting a female werewolf could be. He’d been with one once, when he was much younger, and had fucked her for two days straight, unable to separate from the young woman until he’d been pried from her aching cunt. It had been a boon from the pack but he’d locked her and himself away in a cave and refused to let her go, so addicted he was to the delicious, kinky, heady sex.

It was also why he’d kept to Tonks for so long, to try and stem his desire for a real mate, knowing his chances were slim to none. In the end it had been very trying and unsatisfying and their messy breakup had left him jaded and bitter.

Snape’s turning and subsequent submission to him had been a balm to his spirit, having another pack member to love and make love to, but it wasn’t the same. Yes, he knew very well how Snape was feeling, and by the gods he wanted her as well.

Snape’s thick organ pumped into her and the young witch squealed and orgasmed, squirting forcefully down her thighs and onto the bed. Her tight cunt constricted so hard it made Severus roar his completion, pumping his hot seed long and deep inside of her, holding her hips in a bruising grip, tightly pressing into her, his knot swelling to keep his come from spilling out.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” he kept chanting, so vocal and feral, his yellow eyes beginning to recede slightly even as his hips kept thrusting minutely to the time of the last few, dying pulses that marked the end of his pleasure.

Remus was rock hard again, and he had to shove Hermione’s shoulders a bit roughly to get her to let go of his cock.

“Turn around!” he ordered, flicking his fingers at Severus and earning a glare, but the man obeyed and pried his knot from her pussy, wetly plopping from her sopping hole.

“Lay down underneath him,” he ordered the witch, able to tell she wasn’t finished. There would be no talking any sense into her while she was still affected by the canine lust.

Hermione moaned and did as she was told, instinctively taking orders from the Dominant wolf.

“Suck his cock,” he commanded, watching Severus lean forward and letting her take his limp cock in her mouth. Within minutes Severus was hard again, moaning and panting, pumping his hips into her greedy mouth. Remus stroked his cock while she sucked him, growling and ready for the main event.

“Get down here, Severus,” he ordered, glaring at the annoyed look on his mate’s face until the other wizard was chastened.

“I’m going to fuck her, and I want you in my arse when I come inside of her hot cunt.”

Hermione eagerly spread her legs, Severus’ come slowly dripping out of her slit.

Remus nearly went feral with desire, instantly on top of her and nearly shoving Severus out of his way.

“Fuck, fuck oh goddess – please forgive me –“ he panted, instantly buried to the hilt inside of her. Remus wrapped his arms around her slight form and lowered his lips to her mouth, groaning as she wholeheartedly accepted him, their lips and tongues tangling rapidly as he began to fuck her. There would be no holding back.

The instant his cock sank inside of her waiting pussy, his world spun out of control. All of the feelings of rightness came flooding back. There was no describing the carnal delight that was fucking a female werewolf. Her warm cunt welcomed him like a glove tailor-made. It sucked at him greedily and he felt his world slipping into that of primal desire.

“Now, Severus, now!” he roared, arching his hips briefly so his mate could fill his arse.

Severus’ thick cock penetrated him and stimulated his prostate.

As both a wizard and an Alpha male, the connections between a triad of mates made him extremely virile and powerful. The completion that rocked him was the most intense thing he’d ever felt.

He instantly came, growling and pumping, filling Hermione with his come and then fucking through it, still hard and not at all sated.

Remus felt himself swell as Severus had, filling her wet cunt impossibly full with his enlarged member, the extremely sensitive knot stimulating the opening of her cunt with each thrust. He ground his hips into her, smashing into her clit and grinding hard up into her, giving deep, quick thrusts in-between

Her juices sluiced onto his thighs, cock and balls as she squirted him with her come, squealing under his onslaught. The force of Severus steadily fucking his arse was intense and leant extra strength and agitation to his coupling with Hermione.

Remus knew he was never letting her go. He’d die before he left this room without her and his mate.

It was an extremely thin thread of human control and years of practice that allowed him not to mark her at this time. He knew that would complicate things greatly, for when he did mark her, and he vowed that he would, soon, his cock wouldn’t be out of her cunt for at least two full days.

It wasn't going to be easy to overcome Greyback's lycanthropy running through her veins, either. Overcoming your own original Alpha's gene was a duanting task at best. He'd have to kill his Sire to ensure his own freedom and the ability to mark Hermione as his mate, if that was what she wanted.

Severus was biting his neck, his arms wrapped around his shoulders and making him take the dark man’s weight fully on his back. Snape had stiffened his body, pumping his hips rapidly in and out of Remus’ arse, panting and swearing as the man’s knot forced its way through Remus’ tight ring of muscle.

“Going to fucking come inside of you, mate, come inside of you, love you, love you,” Severus panted, always vocal, so many years of repressed emotion expressed when they were intimate.

Remus ravaged Hermione’s mouth, his hands kneading her tits and his cock now buried completely within her, only his knot moving in and out as the feeling of warm, melted lust and sugar exploded from his arse, into his chest and balls and down his cock. He pressed hard into Hermione’s clit and she screamed, clenching tightly around him, milking the thick jets of come that flowed hotly into her waiting womb.

Severus roared, emptying himself in copious spurts into his Alpha’s arse, sweating and grunting his completion, finally sated as he rolled off onto the bed.

Remus slumped, trying hard not to crush the young woman as he rolled off to the other side. His mind was muddled, his wolf panting inside, tongue lolling happily as it was wont to do after a good, hot shag.

The wizard part of his brain slowly came back into focus and he heard a knock at the door. “Five minutes, an yer lot is up,” the voice of the bouncer grated, ruining the afterglow.

Hermione seemed to be asleep again, her thighs open and glistening, the room reeking of sex and their come leaking from her pussy. She was fucking gorgeous, although her state of health left a lot to be desired.

“We have to get dressed and take the potion, quickly,” he whispered to Snape, who had snapped to attention and was already fastening his trousers.

Thank the gods the dark wizard was proficient in wandless, nonverbal magic. They were all cleaned and dressed in no time, just having Polyjuiced when the bouncer walked in the door. He looked surprised for a moment and then grinned.

“Shagged her brains out, didja?” he leered, unbuckling his pants. “I think I’ll have myself a go at her ‘afore she wakes up. She don’ like me, fer some reason. I kin only get one off when she’s out.”

Snape was growling audibly and the bouncer turned in surprise. “Was’ the matter, you wan’ another go? No problem, ye can ‘ave another turn when I’m done wit’ ‘er.”

Remus tried desperately to calm his mate but it was no use.

When the bouncer had crawled up, cock hard and exposed to lower himself onto the sleeping woman, Severus silently accio’ed their wands and stunned the man, leaving him half naked and mouth gaping as he fell to the floor, breaking his nose in the process.

“Shit, Severus! You’re going to have the whole building in here!” Remus barked, but wasted no time in retrieving his wand and Disillusioning Hermione. He slung her over his shoulder and conjured a heavy cloak. It looked a bit odd, but a glamour and notice-me-not made it seem as if he were only favoring his shoulder due to an injury.

“If it were up to you that fucker would have been balls-deep in her by now.”

“Oh shut up!” Remus hissed, quickly pick-pocketing the two bags of money the man still had on him and quickly retreating.

The barkeep squinted at them, smirking and then narrowing his eyes and looking over his shoulder at the door to the back room. His bouncer had not come out yet, which was unusual because he almost always escorted out the guests and gave him the money promptly.

The dirty man made sure everyone was occupied and quickly slipped into the back room. Instantly furious at seeing his number one bouncer knocked out cold and bleeding on the floor and his cash cow gone, he bellowed and raced out the front door, looking around wildly for the two men that had stolen the girl.

They were long gone.

“Ah, fuck it all,” he muttered, kicking a stray dog that passed by, sending it yelping and skittering away. “Guess I gots to actually work now. That fucking sucks.”

He wiped his hands on his filthy bar rag and went back inside, firing the bouncer and having the man beaten before taking himself a whore to cheer up.

Easy come, easy go, he figured.

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