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Characters: Hermione, Ages, Miller, Toric, the Eldest...

Sexual interactions: Ages/Hermione(just cuddling),

Warnings: plot chapter

Chapter 17 – Not behaving correctly?

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Every time she started to touch him and encourage him for more, he stopped her hands and ordered her to behave. When she finally fell asleep again, he sighed, relieved. He hoped Miller would get Fenrir and the others healthy soon. The potion they had taken to keep their human mind had hurt them a lot. They had known that before they took it. It was a new potion from Severus and not tested before, and so they had miscalculated the time they would need to regenerate. They still lay in the hospital room with a strong pain killer in their systems. Ages hoped they would soon recover or he would not be able to get any work done at all with a horny, confused pup in heat on his lap asking endless questions of him. Still, he felt oddly satisfied and at peace with the pup and super sub in his office. They were fine additions to the clan. Very fine indeed.

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During the night Ages had his hands, and especially his bed, full. Neville was still so weak and exhausted that he was no trouble. Draco was a bit depressed about the whole mood. Subs often felt very sympathetic towards others, and Neville's weak condition and Hermione's depression made Draco feel scared and depressed as well.

Ages was glad that Draco finally had fallen asleep, tightly curled around Neville. Now he had only Hermione to worry about. At least her depression over not being able to be with her other mates made her immune against her heat and she didn't try to seduce Ages. Miller had suggested not exposing her to anything sexual until the heat was over. He had even raised Ages’ hopes that her heat could be over by the next morning, or at least the following evening. She seemed to already radiate fewer hormones than before. Ages didn't share their feelings, and falling asleep with a hard on was difficult. Right now Hermione was crying his chest wet. From time to time she sobbed for Fenrir, but a bit more petting and she calmed down again. “Pup, you need to sleep and tomorrow when you wake up, your mates will be better.”

“What if they aren’t? What if they will always be in pain just because of me? And I even forgot them this morning when I was with Toric. I'm bad, so bad.” She hid her face miserably in his chest.

“It was one of the potions that made you forget about them and it was no coincidence that I made Toric take care of you. I knew you liked him and that he would be able to distract you.”

“But I chose him. You didn't...” Even with her depressed mind she finally realized that she had been manipulated. Ages had known she wouldn't choose Neil because she hardly knew him. With Calan, Hermione still had a problem after the experience in the adult pool. Even though he hadn't hurt Draco on purpose, Hermione tried to stay away from him. “You tricked me!” She looked indignant at the head alpha.

“Yes, I did. Sorry, pup. Toric is one of my best young men and he is not like many dominants. I knew he would be the best choice to take care of you in that delicate state and you would hopefully not regret being intimate with him during your heat, as you seemed to like him before.”

Hermione had laid her head down on Ages’ wet chest again. She was too exhausted to protest or discuss anything further. “I'm tired.”

“Then sleep, pup. I'm sure tomorrow you will feel better and the world will be a bit brighter as well.

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Next morning, Hermione was woken up by Miller placing the hated thermometer into her.

“Don't struggle, pup,” he said while he held her down and pushed the thing deeper into her until it reached the goal.

“Fenrir, the others, how are they?” Hermione asked, still groggy. Slowly the world around her became clear. Neville still lay beside her, but was awake. Hermione groaned. She hated it, that they all seemed to see no problem handling her like a baby while others were watching.

“Ah, finally your temperature is normal.” Miller let go of her legs, and Hermione quickly readjusted her nightgown. “I'm not finished, pup.” He lifted the nightgown again and spread her legs. “Relax. I need to feel if you still have injuries. I won't wear gloves this time because I need to feel. My hands are sterilized.”

Hermione tried to relax while Miller pressed down on her tummy and inserted two fingers into her. She wriggled, but not in discomfort. “Merlin, Miller, please, I...” She tried to push his hand away.

“Shh, pup. I'm almost done.”

“No, you don't understand. You need to stop.”

“I know perfectly well, pup. I'm not only a healer, but a dominant as well,” he said calmly while he finished his examination.

Hermione panted when he removed his fingers from her center. It was throbbing, and she tried to cover herself, embarrassed again.

“No need to feel embarrassed, pup. Your heat is over, so you should be able to calm down again soon, or I could send Ages in to—”

“No!” Hermione blushed at her shouting. “I mean no, I think I will calm down without his help.”

Miller eyed her critically. “What's wrong, pup? You shouldn't feel ashamed about one of your mates coming to help you.”

“I... I just don't... I need rest.”

“No, you don't. You shouldn't feel like that.” Miller stood up and left the room, and Hermione was close to panicking. What was this about? She looked at Neville, but he only shrugged his shoulders. Then the door was opened again, and Ages and Miller came in.

Ages sat down beside Hermione, took her head in his big hands and looked seriously into her eyes. “What's the matter, pup?”

“Nothing,” Hermione said, her voice wavering and her eyes glaring at Miller.

“Don't lie. Why didn't you want Miller to get me?”

What was he looking for so insistently? Hermione slowly got worried.

“I'm waiting for an answer, pup.”

“I... I don't know. I promised him to not...” She blushed deeply. “To not jump him,” she said almost in a whisper.

Ages frowned.

“I just tried to calm down and you had so much work to do yesterday and weren't able to do it and—” She squeaked when Ages suddenly pushed her nightgown up and placed his hand between her lower lips. She couldn't do anything but moan and wriggle against his hand.

“Okay, it seems my worries were uncalled for,” Miller said, embarrassed. “It's still a new thing for me to take care of a pup. I was worried—”

“I want you to always inform me about any worries you may have. No matter how small or unreasonable they may seem. You did the right thing.”

“Head alpha, please no, I...” Hermione moaned and wriggled and tried to push his hands away because it was so embarrassing that he pleasured her in front of so many people, and that he did it so casually. Ages ignored her and pumped her wet center in a way that almost felt as if her head was spinning. Soon she was screaming her release and he removed his hand when the last spasm went through Hermione's body. Then he leaned over her and kissed her. “Stop thinking so much, pup. Now rest. Fenrir will come over to fetch you before lunch.”

“Really?” Hermione asked, new energy spreading through her body.

“Really,” Ages said, smiling gently at her. “I fear I will be tossed aside now.”

Hermione looked affronted. “No, you won’t be.” She sat up and kissed him, moving her arms around his neck and holding him tight.

Ages chuckled against her lips. “I'm glad to hear that, pup. Now let Miller finish his examination and clear whatever that stuttering was about not doing whatever, and that promise you made to him.”

Hermione blushed.

“Come on, Neville. We will see if we can find Draco to keep you a bit of company,” Ages said and offered his hand to the weak sub.

Neville smiled. He would love to see Draco again. Having him here for the night was a relief, but when he had woken the blond boy was gone already, and he missed him.

When they were gone, Hermione looked shyly at Miller. “I'm sorry.”

“You need to speak openly with me, pup. It's very clear you don't see me as the old, unimportant dominant you should normally see me as. We can't change that, and you shouldn't feel sorry about it or ashamed by it.”

Hermione started to cry. She was an emotional wreck. Miller was so kind to her, and she hated herself for being so bitchy and wanton and making him feel uncomfortable by how she behaved.

“Why are you crying?” Miller asked seriously, but Hermione just shook her head and turned away from him. “No, we need to get this out of the way, pup.”

“There is nothing to talk about,” Hermione said miserably and tried to get her chin free.

Miller was having none of it. “Pup!”

“Please, I'm sorry. I can't stop it. You need to go. Eileen... I...”

“Okay, we will make something clear here, pup. You are no super sub and my mate would not feel betrayed if I were to pleasure you—”

“No, you don't understand. I don't want to be like that. I don't want to behave like that. I don't want to have a man who is already given away and loves another woman. I don't understand myself.” She started to become agitated and hysterical.

“Stop! Now!” Miller commanded, and she went still. “Nothing in your behavior is anything to panic or feel embarrassed over. You will stop this immediately. I have no idea why you are still thinking like this. I need to speak to the Eldest.”

“No,” Hermione panicked. “Please don’t, I'm sorry.”

“Pup, you should be one with your wolf now and your physical results all give me the sign that it is like that. Still, your brain is working too much like your human side. You should not feel embarrassed about your behavior. You should not worry about my mate and just try to get me to pleasure you. At least that's what I think you should do. I need to ask the Eldest. They have more experience with pups than me.” Miller was out of the room before Hermione could stop him. She had heard enough about the Eldest to be worried. What if they said she was weird? Maybe they would tell Ages to sell her.

Without thinking much, she went out of the room in hopes of finding Ages but he wasn't there. She knew she wasn't allowed out, but she needed to find someone to help her. Her mates weren't available and Draco wouldn't be any help, so Hermione wanted to try to find the only person she could think about at the moment; Toric. She ran without looking whom she passed down to the warrior wing. The moment she entered the lounge of their wing, she knew it was a mistake. Suddenly, she remembered that they were all feeling attracted to her and that she hadn't Miller with her this time.

She couldn’t turn because people had followed her down and now blocked the hall. She quickly looked in the direction where she knew the exit was, but two warriors already had moved there to block her way out. They still didn't know why the pup was down here without a chaperone and obviously in distress. An old warrior slowly came over to Hermione, and she turned away.

“What's going on, pup?” The old warrior asked, trying to round her or move her into a position where they could overpower her.

Hermione looked around in panic. Toric, where was Toric? “Toric!” she screamed desperately, tears running over her cheeks.

The old warrior stopped a few feet away from her, his hands held visible for the pup to see. He gestured one of the men with his head, and Hermione turned around, panicked someone would try to catch her. Unfortunately that move gave the old warrior the chance to overpower her and he quickly had her in a tight grip. “Calm down, pup. We are already fetching Toric for you, but you need to calm down.”

Hermione stiffened, but when she realized the old warrior wasn't trying anything inappropriate, she relaxed and let him move her to one of the couches. She could see many people gather around her. She must have caused quite the uproar.

“Want to tell me what's wrong?” the old warrior tried again to get her to talk. “I'm Darius. I'm the head warrior in charge today.”

“I... I...” Hermione almost hyperventilated. She wanted to tell the old man but she couldn't. That was when Toric came into the room. “Toric,” Hermione screamed and ran over to him. Sobs overcame her and all her attempts to start talking were unsuccessful.

“Calm down, pup.” Toric guided her over to the couch again. “Now breathe deeply and tell me what's wrong.”

“He... Miller... he is speaking with the Eldest because I behaved oddly and...” She shook her head. Her head was so full and she felt so confused. “What if they say I'm wrong? What if they tell Ages to sell me? I don't want to be sold, Toric.”

Toric sighed. “Damn, pup, you have to stop acting before you think about things, or at least speak with someone calmly about your worries. Your fear is totally unfounded. Nobody will—” He was cut off because Ages stormed into the room with Miller and to Hermione's horror, two of the Eldest in his wake.

Hermione wanted to jump up, but Darius was faster and she was on the couch again. “Don't make it worse, pup.”

“No, they will throw me out. I want to see Fenrir. I...” Now she was hyperventilating and Miller hurried over to her. “No,” she squeaked and tried to get away from Miller. The healer stopped and then fumbled with his wand and produced a paper bag. He turned to Toric. “Get your arse over to her again and press that over her mouth and nose. Don't let her push the bag away.”

Toric complied, and when Hermione's head slowly cleared and her breath calmed down, she heard the male Eldest bellow for everyone not involved to leave the room. Even the guards were sent outside.

“You can remove the bag now, Toric,” Miller instructed.

In a panic, Hermione saw the two Eldest come over and sit down on the couch opposite to her. Ages remained standing and Miller still stood a few feet away from her. The old warrior was gone.

Toric looked around uncertainly and then stood. Instantly Hermione's breath started to quicken again.

“Don't even think about going anywhere, boy,” the female Eldest said.

Toric looked uneasy and then sat down beside Hermione. “Please don't let them send me away. Tell Fenrir, Toric. He will help me!”

“Pup,” Toric said very insecurely. He wasn't even high enough in rank to speak with the head alpha much, and being around the Eldest made him very uncomfortable.

“Nobody will send you away, pup,” the old woman said. She and the male Eldest didn't move their eyes away from Hermione.

Hermione looked panicked from Miller to the Eldest and then to Ages. Her mate looked angry and Hermione cringed. She had made her mate angry.

“I think it is time you should take over for the boy, head alpha,” the old woman commanded.

Hermione didn't dare move away. She was frozen in fear.

“What the hell was that about, pup?”

“Miller... he... I'm all right. I will behave like a pup, I promise. I'm sorry. I...”

“The bag, head alpha,” Miller said, and Ages took the bag and pressed it against Hermione's nose and mouth. Even though she knew from the first time that it would help her, she again fought it until her breath calmed down.

“You will listen now, pup,” the male Eldest said and the old woman nodded. “Nobody is sending you away. You should stop panicking about anything that stupid dominants tell you because they have absolutely no clue about how a pup behaves or thinks or feels or anything. Next time you are confused or worried you should come to us. Most important, you will not, and under no circumstances, run down here again! That is the only warning you will get about it, and if it happens another time, we will not stop your mates from punishing you for it. We Eldest are not people you need to fear. We have no idea how you came to the conclusion that we would decide to sell you. Please enlighten us.”

Hermione was shocked. How could these people speak so seriously and demandingly and still give her the feeling she could trust them? “I... Neville... I don't know. It's all too much. I want to do everything right but then...”

“Calm down. Until now this all doesn't make much sense to us,” the old man said.

Then the woman took over again. “Pup, you are confused and those stupid dominants don't help at all. They all have no clue how to treat a pup correctly. They always seem to confuse you with a normal sub. All your behavior and your thoughts and feelings are totally normal for a pup. So stop worrying, child.” Her voice was soft, and Hermione started to calm down and relax. She even crawled over to Ages now.

“I'm sorry,” she said miserably and hid her face in his shoulder.

“It's all right, pup. Come on, the Eldest are still speaking with you.” He maneuvered his pup on his lap, so she could face the Eldest but would have enough body contact.

Hermione looked shyly over to the Eldest. “I don't know how to behave.”

“What exactly is worrying you?”

Hermione blushed and looked quickly over to Miller.

“Do you want us to send Miller out?” the old man asked.

Hermione shook her head. “No, I'm sorry.”

“Tell us what worried you.”

“I felt aroused by Miller, but I don't want to feel aroused because he has a mate and I feel bad about feeling aroused by him. Miller said I should act on my feelings and don't stop myself, but...”

“For those dominants, feelings are often only combined with sex, pup. He is right, you should act on your feelings, and that was exactly what you did. You felt it was wrong and so you felt bad about your body’s reaction. As a pup, you will react easily to stimulation and especially with someone you feel safe with, as your body can sometimes react differently than you feel. Miller is attractive to you because you feel safe with him, but you are no sub which would just react to their body’s reaction. You have your own mind and that mind is influencing you. That's what makes pups special, but it is a behavior the dominants don't understand, especially not when they are inexperienced with pups.”

“So I'm not wrong?”

“Of course not, pup,” the old woman said and smiled in a friendly way. Her toothless smile looked so warm that Hermione felt much better.

“But how shall I react to Miller now?” Hermione glanced awkwardly at Miller, who stood nervously in the middle of the room.

“Exactly as you feel right now. As a pup, you see the great circle of life and all the links to it. You know that acting according to your body’s reactions would mean interfering in a mating relationship. If you feel something like that shouldn't happen in your clan, you should stay true to that opinion. You will always feel stimulated by examinations like that but under normal conditions the head beta would do them, and so there will only be very few moments you will have that conflicted emotion again. How do you feel, looking at him from a distance right now? Push your shame away and tell me if you would like to be intimate with him right now. Be honest. We can only help you if you are honest with us.”

Hermione looked at Miller and bit her bottom lip. “I would like to hug him, but more like... like a father figure or something.” Her face was burning in shame, and she had the feeling she could cook an egg on her cheeks.

“Then it should be no problem. Miller is one of the few dominants who mate very tightly and don't feel the need to take pleasure in super subs. I think you two will come along quite well now where he hopefully has an understanding that a pup is allowed to be influenced by her thoughts and not just her body,” the old woman said and glared at Miller who looked down, ashamed.

“I just have no experience with pups,” Miller said miserably.

“Then you should learn fast or you will have to face some very angry mates when the pup runs down here again unprotected.”

Ages chimed in to defend the Healer. “The warriors have strict instructions—”

“You are thick, thinking they would follow your instructions when a half-naked pup comes into their wing and throws herself at them, head alpha,” the old woman said, emphasizing the title in a mocking way.

“I... nobody would attack the pup. She hadn't been attacked today and—” Toric stopped when the old woman looked, or better yet, glared at him.

“You think you can vouch for all your fellows here, cub?”

“I'm no cub, I'm a grade—”

“Do you think I'm interested in what stupid rank you have, boy?” The old woman had stood up, and Toric backed away from her. She hit him with her cane. “Don't you dare run away from me, you stupid boy.”

“Please don’t!” Hermione screamed.

The old woman looked at her. “Those stupid dominants need to get their heads washed out, pup. They are much too sure about themselves, feeling that their commands are to be followed without complaint.”

“But Toric really believes what he says. He... he is good.”

“That pup spared you, boy. Be grateful. Maybe that will show you how much more powerful she is than you. Just because you can pleasure her with that...” She pressed her cane between his legs. “...thing and make her meow by dominating her, you are not more powerful than her. If you ever dare to question something I say, you will regret it. I have one hundred and eighty years more of life experience than you.”

“I'm sorry, Eldest. I forgot my place.” Toric sank to his knees in front of her.

The old woman shook her head. “You cubs get more and more petulant. Your alphas just encourage your attitude’s flights of fancy too much. Still, you handled the situation here quite well for a stupid cub. Your social rank will be lifted. What was your old rank?”

“Two, Eldest. I don't deserve a higher rank. I never have done much for the society. My duties lay completely here.”

“Then this will change now. You will rank up one level because of the pup’s faith in you, and I reward you one rank for your behavior today. That's rank four now. You are allowed to take part in the clan meetings now. I expect you to behave appropriately. I will have an eye on you, boy.” She hit him softly on his head again.

Then she turned to Hermione. “Keep an eye on that dunderhead. He needs to learn that the men’s community down here isn't a perfect life. To become an adult, he needs to work for the society and not just show his muscles off.”

The old man lifted himself out of the couch and went over to the old woman. With a last glance at Hermione, he said, “Remember to come to us if you have any questions or feel irritated again. Our door is always open for you. Do you know where to find us?”

Hermione nodded. “Will you tell Fenrir and the others to not punish me for coming down here? You said something like that, didn't you?”

The old man smiled at her. “We will speak with them. If they give you any trouble, inform us. We will make them all, including the head alpha...” He looked over at Ages with a challenging glance, “...responsible should you get into any trouble.”

I hope you liked this plot chapter and you aren't too confused about what is going on. If you are, just let me tell you the whole clan is confused as well. So you aren't alone. ;)

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