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The Girl Amongst The Wolves	By : albamezzora Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 27847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!

The Girl Amongst The Wolves

Chapter 16

Hermione squeaked as Fenrir kissed her passionately, cupping her face in his rough hands as he moved his lips against hers. Everything about him was rough. His hands, his face, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. He was the perfect opposite to Hermione, who felt wonderful in Fenrir’s hands. She was smooth, silky, sweet. Whatever he did to deserve her, he knew he would never find out. He backed her up to the bed, making her stumble back and fall onto the sheets instead. He climbed over her, stroking her thigh as he went. They locked eyes on each other and it took all of Fenrir’s energy not to take her that very second. He slowly leant down and kissed her lips again, albeit a lot more gently than the first time.

She raised her hands and held his cheeks as he had done to her only a minute ago, and sighed softly as he buried his nose against her hot sweet-smelling neck. She gasped when she felt his tongue dart out and glide across her skin, feeling a hot flush roll through her body. This is what it’s like, she knew, this is sex. They had barely begun but she knew that in the future, sex with Fenrir was going to be raw and animalistic. She was fairly certain that he would be gentle on her first time, but she knew that he wouldn’t be so kind after that. He kissed her throat gently, making her shudder and arch up against him. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer to him, trailing kisses down between her breasts. She was lucid enough to register that he was pulling her nightie off, but not strong enough to stop him.

She was dressed only in her white cotton briefs, and he in his tight trousers. When Hermione stretched her arms above her head, she didn’t know whether it was because of desire or due to her submissive instincts to give in to Fenrir. Either way, he liked it. He gave a satisfied growl and dipped a hand down to her panties, which had become quite damp. He kissed the skin above her heart as he rubbed circles on her skin through her underwear, making her keen and shiver with pleasure. When he was happy that she was prepared enough for him, he quickly removed his black trousers and then slowly slid her panties down her short-ish legs. Throwing them on the floor, he ran his right hand up her leg, looking at her small feet. Smiling to himself, he kissed the tip of her big toe, making her foot twitch. He trailed his hand back down her leg and rested it on her hip. He rested himself between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance.

“This will hurt.”

“I know. I trust you.”

He kissed her eyelids gently, silently thanking whatever God gave him his Mate. And he entered her swiftly. He felt a painful tug on his heart when she cried out, giving a loud whimper and allowing a few tears to slip out of the corner of her eyes. Fenrir hated that he was hurting his Mate, his lifeline, but his mind was focused on how much better everything would be when she was his and when he was hers. He licked the tears away and kissed her mouth softly, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear. She sniffed and then nodded at him.

“It’s okay now. Go.” She gently squeezed his upper arms, nodding encouragingly at him. “It doesn’t hurt so much now.”

His wolf howled inside and he tried his best to keep the rhythm slow, not just for Hermione but because he wanted this feeling to never end. The feeling of total calm washed over his body for the first time in two years, and he nearly wept at the ecstasy that his Mate was helping him receive. He slowly withdrew. And then pushed in again. He kept up this rhythm until Hermione moved her legs on the bed and pulled him a little closer, urging him to go faster. With a snarl, he complied. Withdrawing and then pushing back into her hard enough to make her squeak, Fenrir growled as he picked up the pace of their love-making, making both of them moan and writhe in desire.

As the minutes passed and as their play gradually got rougher and faster, Hermione felt like a knot was forming in her stomach, growing bigger and tighter with every thrust of Fenrir’s hips. She was gasping and panting, one hand clutching the back of Fenrir’s head and the other grabbing the sheets of the bed. Fenrir sensed that she was getting closer so picked up the pace, making his hips jolt against hers, eliciting more gasps and moans. When she couldn’t hold back anymore, Hermione whispered,

“Fenrir…I need…”

He kissed her cheek harshly, growling in her ear. “Come, Hermione. It’s okay, come for me. Now!” He bit her neck as he gave a hard thrust, making her arch her back as her climax raged through her body, making her scream in pleasure. Fenrir kept thrusting, following her only seconds later with his climax, growling against her skin as he emptied his seed into her womb. They lay together, panting and gasping for breath on top of the bed sheets. The room smelt of sex and sweat, and their wolf senses went mad for it. Fenrir kept himself buried deep with her as he rolled them over, holding her tight against his chest, stroking and kissing her hair as she trembled. He reached out for one of the extra bed sheets that they had disturbed, pulling it out from under his leg and draping it over Hermione’s back, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

“Fenrir…I feel…Odd. Like…”

“It’s the Bond. It’s forming between us. Let it happen, Hermione, you’ll feel wonderful when you wake up.” As his words rang through her ears, she drifted off to sleep, never having felt so secure, so safe and so loved in all her life.

!”!

Fenrir was loathe to leave Hermione alone in their large warm bed, even for a minute, but he found his thirst overwhelming him. He gently climbed out from underneath the blankets and padded to the bathroom. The room illuminated itself automatically, the light slowly rising to allow his eyes to adjust, as he approached the sink, turning the taps on. Whilst he waited for the water to run cold and fresh enough, he looked at himself in the mirror and smirked. His hair was smooth and shiny again. His face had smoothed out and become youthful and rested once more. His teeth were a natural white and straight. He chuckled satisfactorily, cupped his hands under the flow of the water, took a long drink and then splashed some more water on his face. He kept his eyes on his face as he shut the taps, unable to stop himself grinning. He was back.

!”!

The sound of water running and chuckling pulled Hermione from sleep. Also, an odd sense that something was missing woke her as well. Rolling onto her back from her side, she rubbed her eyes with her fist and looked at the clock on the wall. 11:21am. That was odd. Hadn’t she awoken to Fenrir sitting in his chair and telling her they were going to Mate only an hour or two ago? But she felt well rested and sore in some places. What had happened? She slowly sat up, breathing out through her nose as she stretched. All-in-all, she felt amazing. Yes, there was a bit of pain in her pelvic area but that was to be expected. But there was something…More about her. She couldn’t place it but something was different about her. Before she could think what it could be, she heard the sweetest voice she had ever heard call her name.

“Good morning, Hermione.”

She looked to her right and saw her Mate standing in the doorway of the bathroom. But he was different. He didn’t look like he had the day before; he looked like he had when she was fourteen. He was his old – well, young - handsome self again. There was still an air of danger and instability around him but he looked and felt healthier.

“Hello, Mate.” She grinned mischievously, kneeling up in bed, her canines extending and her eyes turning amber. Fenrir’s eyes turned equally amber but he stayed put.

“Would you like to see your new self?”

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “New self?”

He approached the bed and held his hand out for her. She took it instantly and he led her to the bathroom. “As you can see, Mating restored me to my former glory and it has set me back on the path to sanity, which is always a good thing if I may say so.” He grinned at her, showing his prominent canines. “Close your eyes.” She did so without thought. He slowly led her to stand in front of the sink facing the mirror and rested his hands on her shoulders. “Open your eyes.”

When Hermione opened her eyes, she was met with a reflection. She knew it was her but it was different. Her shoulder-length hair had grown out and was now half-way down her back; also, its usual frizziness had gone and she now had beautiful ringlets that were a few shades darker than before. Her chestnut brown eyes had an undertone of blue in them along with their amber streaks, making them look very exotic and captivating. She raised a hand to cover her shocked mouth and Fenrir chuckled in her ear.

“That’s not just it, Mate.” He picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom, walking over to the wardrobe and opening the door. On the inside was a full-length mirror and she gasped in shock and delight when she saw her new body. She was a few pounds lighter, an inch or so taller and her breasts actually looked slightly bigger. Basically, she looked that bit more grown-up. “I hope you like it, because you’re stuck like this now. You will never grow another millimetre and the only time your weight will change is when you are carrying my child, and then you won’t have to worry about working off any baby-weight as you’ll shrink back down to this size in only a week or two. Yes, you will age until you get to about twenty-seven/twenty-eight and then you will look like that until you are about sixty and then you will age eight to nine times slower than any human.” As he said his, he entwined their fingers and kissed each digit gently as she absorbed everything he had just said.

After a minute, she turned and looked up at him. He looked back. “Everything’s changed now, hasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

She smiled and pulled him in for a kiss before giggling and leading him back to the bed, her eyes glowing amber.

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I hope you liked that bit of smut!! My best sex scene EVER!! :P And if anyone says otherwise, I’ll just have to write another one! :D
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