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Just Submit 2	By : grugster Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 190266 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Thanks a lot to my betas, remarkable, for correcting this chapter!

Dear readers,

Finally some Fenrir/Hermione again.

Special warning for Circe, there will be some Ages/Hermione in the last part of this chapter.

AgainAndAgain
Characters: Fenrir, Hermione, Darius, Ages, Draco, Neville

Pairings: Fenrir/Hermione; Ages/Hermione

Warnings: het

Chapter 25 – Make Up Sex Is The Best

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“Two minutes in my ass wasn't enough?” Janto asked, challenging.

“Be careful, little one, or you will be in the same position in an instant once more,” Fenrir growled at Janto, but it was only half-heartedly.

Janto raised his hands in defense, but it wasn't necessary because Hermione had already distracted her alpha by rubbing herself against him and then pulled herself up to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Fenrir moaned and grabbed her by her bum to press her tighter against his crotch.

“Like I said, the time where I enjoyed shows like this are long over, so move this somewhere else,” Ignatius said dryly and waved them outside.

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Fenrir didn't get far. When he stepped out of the quarters of the Eldest, he turned and pressed Hermione against the wall in the hallway. “Wall, pool or bed?” he growled after he had attacked her mouth feverishly.

Hermione panted, and all she could think about right now was getting Fenrir inside of her. The bed was too far away, but the hall was too crowded, and Hermione still liked to avoid public sex. “The toy room, but we won't use any stuff in there, we just—”

Fenrir didn't hear her out. The toy room was close by, and he already had her into the room before she could finish her sentence. He pressed her against the wall and lifted her hands up, which instantly were secured by shackles.

Hermione's protests were soothed by his mouth, and he quickly got rid of her knickers and opened his jeans. “I swear, one day I will get you to not wear those damn knickers. It would be so much easier without them,” he groaned huskily as he lifted her legs around his waist again.

Hermione was helpless with her hands shackled to the wall, but she trusted Fenrir, so she was able to let go. A deep moan escaped her lips when he thrust into her without preparation. She had been somewhat wet as a result of her excitement, but Fenrir still waited for a moment before he started to move again. More lube couldn't hurt; she had been used by Janto, and if what he had heard was correct, she had been used by him for some fair amount of time. Fenrir didn't want Hermione to get sore, so he started out slow.

“Faster, Fenir, please!” she pleaded, clenching her inner muscles.

“Vixen,” Fenrir moaned while trying to control himself. He bit her neck and then nibbled at the spot for a while, even as he slowed down with his thrusting. “My pace always, pup. I'm the alpha.”

“Yes, but...” She clenched her muscles again in an attempt to draw him in deeper.

“So eager. I love it when you’re eager.” He marked her with small bites and eyed his masterpiece proudly. “Mine!” he barked, determinedly looking her deep in her eyes.

“Yours,” Hermione breathed out and felt such a warm feeling deep inside herself that she started to cry. The pressure of the fear that she had disappointed him had been too much weight on her shoulders, and as a result, she was an emotional wreck.

“What is it?” he asked, worried, and stopped his movements.

“Nothing,” Hermione replied, trying to smile. “I was just so worried that you were disappointed in me because of Roland and Janto.”

Fenrir groaned. “I'm not, pup. I'm just a bit confused why you feel the need to choose so many mates, but the Eldest explained it to us, and it’s okay.” He paused and then gazed into her eyes again. “As long as I'm always number one.”

“Always,” Hermione said and new tears escaped her. “Sorry, it's just that I feel so happy to be close to you again. It's something totally different with you than with the others.”

His smile made all the heavy feeling in Hermione's chest blow away. He looked so happy and proud, and she leaned forward to kiss him.

“Damn, I love you, pup,” Fenrir whispered against her mouth.

Hermione stiffened. Never had he said something like this and her heart made a flip-flop. “And I love you!”

Fenrir ravished her mouth after that reciprocal statement. Nobody could take his place, and nobody would ever be as close to her as he was, no matter how many mates she chose. He was her soul mate.

The wall sex was mind blowing; so mind blowing that Hermione blacked out afterward and only woke an hour later in their bed, tightly curled by her mate. Never in her life had Hermione felt so happy and safe as in that moment. She sighed and closed her eyes again, snuggling closer to Fenrir.

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Hermione swore she would be more careful from now on. Under no circumstances would she choose another mate. Fenrir and the others had made clear to her that they now understood her urge to choose more mates but she definitely didn't want more dominants around her who were able to boss her around and punish her as they saw fit. Just that morning, Yorik had forbidden her to stay in their quarters, and then Toric had bossed her around while she tried to finally get into the small library. He had said she shouldn't be reading but getting something to eat instead because she had missed breakfast by sleeping in.

After she had visited the kitchen and was molly-coddled by the woman who worked there, she had tried to find Goran to discuss the many half-magical, half-muggle instruments of the clan. Unfortunately, she had had to pass Janto on her way to Goran, and the man had forbidden her to speak with Goran, as he was in his lab at the time, and it would have been too dangerous for Hermione to go in there.

Just great! Hermione was fuming when she stepped into the quarters of the warriors.

“Damn, will you ever learn, pup?” Darius reprimanded her.

She didn't listen and began ranting, subjecting them all to her irritable tirade. “They are impossible! Can you believe what they—”

“No, you are impossible, pup,” Darius interrupted her and grabbed her by her shoulders. “How often do I have to tell you that you shall not come down here alone?”

“What could I have done? I swear, if I had asked one of my impossible mates they would have found a reason why I wouldn't be allowed to come down here. I need to speak with you; they make me go crazy!”

Darius rolled his eyes and gestured her over to the couch in the warrior lounge. “I'm on duty, so we need to talk here.”

Hermione looked around. There were five other warriors in the room, and she had managed to attract the attention of quite a few others, as the hall to the rooms of the warriors and hunters was crowded.

“So what happened this time?” Darius asked when Hermione had sat down.

“They forbid me anything and everything. It’s so stupid! Why did I have to choose so many mates? Someone should have warned me about the consequences. I most certainly will not sleep with any other man from now on. Who knows how many I will unknowingly mark to be another of my prison wardens.”

Hermione felt almost all the men in the room stiffen, and she could have heard a pin drop. Darius continued looking at her sternly as he spoke again.

“Prison wardens? So you see our home as a prison?”

“What else is it, Darius? Look; those two guys over there wouldn't let me go out, and any other man here would try to hold me back as well. As if that isn't enough, I'm not allowed to see whom I want, aren't allowed to read, and I get told when I have to eat or sleep or whatever. I'm just sick of it.” Hermione stood up angrily.

“Who didn't allow you to read?” Darius asked calmly while Hermione paced the lounge.

“Toric.”

“And did he have an explanation for it?”

“He sent me to the kitchen to eat.”

“So he just forbade you to read at that moment because you hadn't eaten yet.”

Hermione hated it when Darius turned situations around in a way that made sense. “But Janto forbade me from seeing Goran.”

“And did he also have an explanation?”

Hermione turned around to face him angrily and took a breath to scream it in his face, but then she realized that Janto as well, had just had her safety in mind when he had forbid her from seeing Goran. She closed her mouth again and turned away. “I still don't like it.”

“So he had a reason. Most certainly, Goran was in his lab, right?”

“I'm eighteen. I'm not a child!” Hermione flared, her voice rising in pitch while desperately resisting the urge to stomp her foot. She already knew her behavior was childish enough.

Darius sighed and closed his eyes. “You are a submissive, Hermione. Dominants will always watch out for you and want to keep you safe. When you don't eat, they will tell you to eat or even force you. If you don't sleep, they will order you to sleep and make sure you do. That's how it is as a submissive werewolf. You can't change this, no matter how angry you become or how loud you scream. That will just show them that you need to be watched and controlled even more by them.”

“But that's unfair.” This time Hermione couldn't resist stomping her foot, and the movement was executed with fiery authority.

Darius raised his eyebrow, and Hermione groaned, frustrated. “I will go crazy here.” Her anger morphed into sadness, and she let her head hang.

Darius stood up and went over to hug her. “If you get cabin fever, ask Fenrir to take you for a stroll outside. I'm sure that will lift your mood.”

Hermione looked up. “You think he would take me outside?”

“Sure. Why not? I'm sure it just didn't come to mind that you wished for it. He would do almost anything to make you happy.”

Hermione smiled. “I’ll try.” She lifted herself on tiptoes and kissed Darius on his cheek. “Thank you!” With that, she was out the door and on her way to Fenrir.

She tried to sense him but she wasn't very successful with things like that in the house. It was full of scents, and Hermione had trouble telling them apart. The easiest way to find out where her mate was would be to see Ages, and Ages almost always was in his quarters. Hermione knocked at Ages’ door.

When she went in after Ages had called for her, she stopped in her tracks because a wave of different scents overwhelmed her. It was frightening, and she stepped backwards out of the door again before she could stop herself. A second later, Ages stepped into the hall, worried. “What's wrong?”

“I don't know. Their scents…it.. I...”

“Calm down, pup. I know why you were overwhelmed and stepped out. I meant, what happened that brought you here in the first place?”

“Oh...” Hermione tried to calm down and clear her mind. She could still smell the people inside, and she could scent their excitement and curiosity. “I... I was looking for Fenrir.”

“He is on the hunt. What do you need?”

“Oh, no, I just wanted to ask him something. It's not so important. I just got a bit excited about an idea and... Ehm you should go back in there, shouldn't you?”

“I have been informed that you behaved strangely this morning and ran around with a frown on your face. Does it still have to do with yesterday?”

“No, no, I'm alright. I already talked to Darius.”

Ages eyed her closely. “Do you want to wait in my bedroom? We could talk after the meeting.”

Hermione blushed, her mind’s imagination painting expressions on her face, revealing her thoughts of some wicked ways of interpreting Ages' words.

Ages grinned, and it always looked shocking on his face, as he was mostly so serious and stern. “You are causing my guests in there to be in a bit of an embarrassing situation by letting so many pheromones run free, pup,” Ages said seductively, stepping closer.

Oh no, not good, not good at all. Hermione felt herself getting hotter.

“Maybe I should take a little break from all the boring political talk in there.” He pressed her against the wall and lifted her legs up around his waist. Then he pushed her skirt out of the way and slipped his fingers beside her knickers in her already dripping center. “Oh, yes, I definitely should take a break when my little pup is in need of such pleasure.” He leaned down to kiss her while he stretched her with his fingers in preparation of his enormous member.

Hermione could feel the lust of the men inside Ages' office and saw one of them opening the door to have a better view, but then she was too lost in her pleasure to be aware of anything more. Ages was a great kisser, and he knew how to distract her. Inwardly he grinned. He was going to kill two birds with one stone. The Borka clan, which was enjoying their show at the moment, would be more willing to form an alliance with them by seeing what a treasure would maybe wait for them at victory parties, and his own pleasure would be fulfilled after so many hours of boring conversation with them.

“Please, head alpha,” Hermione whimpered, trying to rub herself against his hand and urge him to go deep.

“Soon, my pup. We don't want you to be in pain, do we?”

Hermione groaned, but in the end it turned into a moan because he pushed a third finger deep into her.

“Merlin, please. I need you now!”

“As you wish, my sweet little pup.” Ages quickly freed his cock and positioned himself at her entrance to slowly push in.

Hermione wriggled. Ages’ member was really enormous. There was no other man here who could be compared with him, and so she always needed some time to get used to it. She even winced in pain at some point and Ages stopped to kiss her. When he finally was seated fully in her, Hermione was almost exhausted.

“Ready for some action, pup?” Ages whispered in her ear.

“Always,” she whispered back and clenched her inner muscles.

Ages chuckled, “That's the spirit.” It was no sweet vanilla as it often was with Ages. Hermione knew he wanted to show strength in front of the strangers in his office; not that she would complain about his forcefulness. She really enjoyed it. The position prevented him from entering her completely, so he didn't hit the end of her channel during his forceful thrust. That definitely would have been painful, but this way it was just pure pleasure.

It only took her a few minutes before she screamed loudly and spasmed around him while he stuck his middle finger dryly in her pucker. Oh, she hated when he did that, but she was too high on her wave of pleasure to reprimand him. She felt his seed drip out of her while his half hard cock was still in her. He gave a last little shove with his finger to show her his dominance, and Hermione resisted rolling her eyes because she knew she would have gotten a spank for it, and she didn't want the strangers to see her being punished.

“Thanks for the distraction, pup,” Ages said, grinning and giving her a kiss. He pulled his wand out and cleaned them both. After another kiss, he went in again and Hermione decided to spend the time waiting for Fenrir in the library.

Her plan failed when she met Draco and Neville in the lounge. Neville looked nervous, and Draco seemed unable to calm him. “What's going on?”

“Neville is worried about the initiation this afternoon. We both have to perform,” Draco explained.

“I was there yesterday with Tara. It was okay, Neville. They were really watching out that Tara was safe. It’s their task to pleasure you during the initiation, otherwise they’ll fail. You don't need to worry.”

“That's easy for you to say, Hermione. You don't have to have sex with them in front of all the warriors. Come on, you know how often they have touched us in the hall, and that stupid blond guy even tried to force me to suck him off. Now I have to spread my legs for him and he can laugh about me.”

“Then you should say no. How often have they told us that it always is our choice to refuse? Let's try to see if they are honest about what they’ve said.” Back was the rebellious Hermione, and Neville stared uncertainly at her.

“I think she has a point. It would be interesting to see. I’ve never tried it except for pushing the young ones away in the hall. Let's try. I don’t have a problem letting the blond have me after you refuse him. I mean, we don't want him to fail, do we?” Draco asked and looked from one to the other.

“I would say it depends on his reaction to Neville's rejection. Let's teach him a lesson. You are the only two male subs here and that would teach them all not to be rough with you. When they see that one has been rejected due to this behavior, they will think twice next time,” Hermione explained.

“You have a point there,” Draco said thoughtfully. “Too bad you’re not allowed to be there.”

“I'm not? Why?”

“Because it’s the male sub initiation and you make them nervous.” Draco grinned. “We’ve heard what you did yesterday.”

“I did nothing,” Hermione said, indignant.

Neville snorted, and Draco started to laugh.

“Oh, you just wait, I’ll make sure to be there. You’ll see.” With that, she stood up and went for the door. Then she paused momentarily. She needed to be on Darius' good side to convince him to be allowed to watch. She looked around the room for a familiar face and saw Igor talking with some men.

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