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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 21

Warning: Wolf sex in chapter! You can skip!

Hermione threw herself out of Fenrir's arms onto the ground, writhing and contorting as the Moon rose over the clearing, pulling their Wolves out of their bodies to take control. She knew what was happening and she wasn't afraid of it. She welcomed it in fact. Even during her Hogwarts brain-washed times, she had always enjoyed the Full Moons – something Dumbledore was always displeased with and Remus Lupin had been irked by. Still, it was hard to enjoy the feeling of your bones snapping and reshaping into a different form. She was vaguely aware that Fenrir and the rest of the Pack was transforming around her, hearing their howls of pain and the sickening crack of bones breaking. A scream from her mouth mutated into a howl as her mouth stretched and expanded into a muzzle. As she felt her back snap and elongate to create her tail, the pain made her black-out.

She woke to the feeling of something wet and warm licking her nose. She huffed a breath in annoyance and twitched a head. That earned her another long lick and a nip on her ear. She whined gently and turned her head away from the licking, though she bumped her head against a leg. It was warm and strong and moved slightly when she bumped it. She opened her eyes and smiled – as best as a wolf could – when she saw her Mate's face hovering over hers. His eyes were big and amber and crinkled slightly when he smiled at her. Hermione had missed seeing his wolf form. He was – in a word – big. She rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up, measuring herself against him. The very tip of her ears only came up to his shoulder; her average sized form towered over by his enormous stature. He was black all over, except for his underbelly and the underside of his tail and chin, which were a deep brown. His fur was coarse and thick and his teeth were sharp and long, his top canines being easily five to six centimetres long. Subconsciously, Hermione ran her tongue against her own teeth which were still as sharp though a dozen or so millimetres shorter.

With a thought, she looked down at herself. From what she could see, she was a similar, if not exact, copy of Fenrir's fur. But she was a light honey-brown and a darker belly, about the same shade as Fenrir. Speaking of whom, stepped closer to her and did something odd. He lifted his front leg and placed it on the other side of her, encasing her body under his. He leant his head down and nuzzled the side of her neck in affection, making her almost purr with the contact. He pulled away and nudged her forward with his muzzle. Confused, she let him lead the way, over to a pair of wolves that were peacefully lying on the ground together. Cami and Henry.

Both wolves saw them approach and stood up quickly, waiting for their Alphas to arrive. When they were close enough, the Betas lowered their heads and front halves with a respectful whine. Hermione watched as Fenrir lowered his head over the backs of Henry's neck, his mouth open and wide, his jaw securing over the fragile and susceptible area. After a moment, he released him and did the same for Cami. Then they waited. Fenrir nudged Hermione again. So she had to do the same. Nervously copying Fenrir, she was cautious not to be too harsh with the skin, knowing it would tear in an instant. She released him and did the same for his Mate.

After that was done, Fenrir and Henry looked at each other for a moment and then nodded. Getting another nudge, Hermione followed the three predators, a sinking feeling filling her stomach. 'So this is it…' she thought glumly to herself. She looked over her shoulder at the Pack, watching as the cubs wrestled with each other, their little growls being heard through the forest. As the four of them made their way away from the Pack, Hermione turned her head back and was roughly tackled by Fenrir from the side. She landed with a loud growl, her Wolf unhappy about being caught unawares suddenly. She tried to get back up again but he was already on top of her, rolling her onto her back and settling himself over her, nudging her head back and taking hold of her throat gently, though she felt his growls vibrate against her skin. He didn't want to hurt her, but he would if she didn't back down.

! Wolf Mating Starts !

Immediately, Hermione knew what to do. She pushed her neck further into his mouth and arched her back, whining submissively. His growls stopped and turned into pants as he released her neck. She tried to sit up but he growled at her again, making her instantly lie flat again. After a second of growling, he lowered his head and nudged her thighs apart. Inwardly, she cringed at what was going to happen but she tried to relax, even giving a few gasps when she felt his tongue flick out over her entrance, encouraging her to get wet. She started panting roughly arching her back again to show her submissiveness and the pleasure she was feeling.

With a satisfied growl, he crawled back up her body, settling himself over her and poising the tip of his penis at her entrance. She winced as he started to push in, unaccustomed to his new size. As he filled her, he whined loudly in pleasure, revelling in being inside his Mate for their first time in their Wolf forms. But her whines were pain-filled, her small body aching from his size, desperate to get away from the feeling of being impaled on a tree trunk. Then he started – for lack of a better word – humping her. Each time he thrust back inside, he gave a happy huff, his breath batting at the fur on her neck. For her, it was all about keeping still. She only whimpered and whined when he hit deep inside of her, stifling a pained moan when he would give a particularly hard thrust.

But true to his word, it didn't last long. Only a few minutes after he started moving, he was starting to whine louder and thrust harder, the head of his cock starting to swell and grow. For Hermione, that made it more painful and it took a lot of strength – or maybe just because her submissive instincts were in charge – to keep still and let her Mate, her Alpha, do what needed to be done. When the head of his cock felt like it was the size of a tennis ball, he came, throwing his head back in the air and howling to Mother Moon, announcing to the entire Pack that their Bond had been consummated. Hermione felt like her insides had been doused with hot oil, spreading through her stomach before it died down. He lay atop of her for a few more minutes before slowly withdrawing from her, making her shiver and bark pathetically when he pulled out completely. Tiredly lying next to her, he pulled her close and held her tightly, daring anyone to come close enough to hurt her.

! Wolf Mating Ends !

Fenrir was still half-awake when he saw Henry and Cami return to the Pack, leaving him and Hermione alone in the next clearing. Satisfied with the knowledge that he was now alone with his Mate, he allowed himself to lay his head down behind hers, bury his muzzle in her fur and drift into a deep satisfied sleep.
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