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Chapter 46 – The Library

“How was the meeting with Severus, Fenrir?” Hermione asked when she undressed for bed.

“That's none of your business, pup,” Fenrir grumbled.

“Please tell me. Are you friends again? Why are you so angry at each other sometimes?”

“That's how dominants are.”

Something had been in Hermione's head for quite some time. “Did you turn him?”

Fenrir glared at her for a long time. “Why do you want to know?”

Hermione shrugged and slipped out of her skirt. “I don't know, I just wondered. You once said it was you who brought him here and whom he had to thank for living.”

“Yes.”

Hermione sighed when she crawled in the bed. The moment she was completely on it, Fenrir grabbed for her. He pulled her on his naked body and placed the blanket over them, his erection poking in Hermione's stomach. “You ask too many questions, pup.”

“I want to understand it, Fenrir.”

He growled. “Yes, I turned him, but first he wasn't happy about it and fought. In his human form he had no chance and he had been badly hurt. It was a miracle he survived the first full moon. He was fighting the virus.”

Hermione looked at Fenrir. The man was oddly thoughtful and it seemed he was worried about something. “But he did.”

“Yes, but...”

“But?” Hermione asked after Fenrir didn't go on.

“That's really something I shouldn’t discuss with you, pup.”

“Why not? He’s one of my mates.”

Fenrir growled lightly and Hermione rested her head on his hairy chest, playing with his dark red and gray locks.

“I think he never completely changed. There is too much of his human mind left and lately he proved my suspicions to be true. The Eldest had noticed as well and that's why they provoke him so much. They think they can make the wolf in him take over when they do so.”

Hermione didn't say anything. She was worried about Severus. She had seen the light yellow ring around Severus’ pupils vanish completely, which had happened to nobody else, as far as she was aware. Yes, she knew the Eldest were right to worry. She needed to keep a close eye on Severus and had to find out why he was doing this. It made no sense. She was totally certain that Severus liked being a werewolf, so why was he fighting against it?

Fenrir's fingers sneaked between her cheeks and soon one finger rested on her pucker. “I was honest with you, so do I get a reward?”

“Does it have to be that way?”

Fenrir gave her head a push with his chin so she lifted her head to look at him.

“Why are you still fighting it? You like it.”

Hermione sighed. “Not as much as the other way, Fenrir. It's still painful at first.”

“That's normal, but later you like it. Your body will never get loose. There is no way because you are a sub.”

Hermione groaned when Fenrir lazily started to prod her pucker until her natural lube slicked it up enough for him to slip his middle finger in. He took his time and Hermione fought against the impulse to push up to get him deeper inside of her. She didn't want to encourage him even though she needed more.

Fenrir smirked, knowing by smell what she felt. He went on with his slow – for her agonizingly slow- penetration. After his talk with the shaman and Severus, Fenrir needed some very dominant sex and this desire could only be fulfilled by domination fucking one of his dominants or anal sex with his pup. Knowing that Hermione would be mad at him for taking Morgan or Yorik forcefully, he needed her.

“Fenrir,” Hermione protested when she finally couldn't hold back pushing against his finger. He had countered the move, which made her start to become desperate.

“What?”

“Come on, don't tease.”

“You said you don't like it first. I will draw it out until you are fully prepared.”

“Please, I can take it deeper and another finger.”

“And then you will complain about it being uncomfortable. No, no, pup. We will make it slow and without pain and discomfort.”

“But it is discomforting. Please, Fenrir.”

Fenrir chuckled and slipped his free hand between their bodies and played with her clit.

“No, Fenrir,” Hermione whined, frustrated. The fire was in her bum now and it needed to be satisfied there and not at her center.

Fenrir chuckled again, knowing full well what she was going through. Concerning their bodily reaction to stimulation, all subs were the same and all dominants got lessons from the older ones as to how to manipulate those reactions. He gripped deeper and pulled her over his erection.

Shocked, Hermione stilled. “Fenrir, I'm not ready there.”

“Then we have to get you ready there,” he teased, amusement clearly in his words.

Hermione groaned and wriggled when Fenrir stimulated her center with the head of his erection. After a while he slowly penetrated her a few inches and then pulled out again. His pup was close to tears now and begged helplessly. Finally, he let her slip down completely over his erection, and she sighed happily.

Instead of moving now, he pressed her down on him and held her still. Then he started again, his slow finger fuck of her pucker.

“No.” Now Hermione really was frustrated. She clamped her inner muscles for a bit of friction. “Please, Fenrir, I'm sorry. Please stop teasing me.”

“You don't have to be sorry. I just wanted to show you that taking it up your ass doesn’t have to be uncomfortable if you want it. From now on you can choose between this and the faster way. Both end the same, pup.”

“How can you talk as if we are doing nothing? Please, Fenrir, I need you. Take me. Whatever way you want.”

“Okay,” he growled and pushed her over. Now she was lying under him. He grabbed her feet and pulled them far over her head. Shortly after pulling out of her center, he positioned his member at her pucker. Then he slowly pushed in and let her rest her bum back on the bed. After that he slowly pushed inch by inch into her, enjoying the tight, slick, hot channel. She had never been so slick; maybe he should tease her like this more often.

Hermione had lost all of her control, her mind was only full of fog and all she could feel was the thick member in her arse and it felt wonderful. Right now, she didn't want him to take her the other way. It was just heaven. He was hitting this little spot in her bum that all subs seem to have, female and male. She grabbed blindly for his head and pulled him down for a kiss.

A deep growl sounded from within Fenrir’s chest, his lips and hips locked to his mate. She was so tight he almost had trouble pushing into her. Thank goodness her lube made the passage so slick. The primal part of his brain took over and he held her hips tightly, growling and snarling against her desperate kisses as he began pounding her hard, hips slapping and balls smacking against her lovely bum.

Hermione gasped and clawed at his back, mewling helplessly against his onslaught. Gods she loved how powerful and dominant he was! Already she felt her orgasm building as he hit that blissful spot over and over again.

“Mine, all mine,” He breathed between growls, resting his face in her neck and nipping the skin there. He gripped her more tightly and his hips blurred as he couldn’t hold back, fucking her hard and fast, every last inch of him disappearing into her tight arse.

“Kiss me, please kiss me!” she begged, grabbing his hair wildly and plunging her tongue into his mouth, allowing him to ravish her as she began to tighten and his balls drew up against his body. in preparation.

The kiss brought her and him over the peak of their orgasm, and he came with a loud howl while she screamed a high pitched scream, clamping her legs around his waist as his hips jerked, dumping hot come inside her tight arse.

X-X

Hermione had problems sleeping as too much was on her mind; her talk with Lance and her worry for Severus. After she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep at all, she carefully snuck out of Fenrir's arms. She knew by now how to do this without really waking her mate.

The man groaned, but Hermione knew he would just think she was going to the restroom which she had to do at least once in the night. Everything was dark as their room had no window, so Hermione blindly reached for her clothes and sneaked out of the room.

Hermione quickly dressed in fear someone would wake. Her eyes darted to the stairs which led to Yorik, Amaris and Morgan's rooms. Hermione had wondered how these quarters worked. First she thought it was magic that they had three stories but Amaris had explained that some quarters were designed like this, but without magic. Their quarters lay at the end of the hall on the third floor but above them was another floor which was used as a storeroom. Both sides of the fourth floor were used as upstairs rooms for the quarters of the third floor which were Fenrir's pack quarters and the Eldest quarters and the guest rooms.

The room Hermione shared with Fenrir was located on the second floor on the side of Ages' pack. Fenrir had asked especially for those quarters as he liked to sleep in a cave-like room with no sunlight. Hermione didn't like it much, but it also wasn't a big deal for her. Still, she especially liked the big lounge with its long row of windows that let a lot of light in. No wonder Fenrir didn't understand Hermione's wish to go out.

Hermione closed the door of their quarters behind her silently. Two guards were flanking the hall in the night, but Hermione didn't have to fear them. She was allowed to roam the second and third floor on her own. Nevertheless Big Nick –which he was called since Small Nick had joined the warriors— threw a skeptical glance at her when she passed him.

Hermione smiled at him. “Just can't sleep.”

Nick nodded, and Hermione looked at the big clock on the wall. It was half past four. Fenrir wouldn't be very happy when —and it was a when and not an if— he heard from the guards that she had been up so early. That wasn't something she wanted to think about right now.

In the empty lounge she stopped at one of the big windows and looked outside, her hand pressed flatly against the glass. The forest seemed to be endless, and she wondered how many guards would be out there. Two she could see flanking the part between the forest edge and the house.

It was still quite dark and foggy and seemed to be very cold outside, so it wasn't hard for Hermione to pull away from the scene and go over to the door that let into the library.

Nobody was in the library which wasn't unusual. Even during the day only a few people came here often. Scanning the bookshelves for a book about magical creatures, Hermione flanked the rows of shelves. It didn't take long until she found one. Sitting on the chair at the big table in the middle of the room, she drew her legs up to her chest. It wasn't cold but it also wasn't as cozy as it was during the daytime. If it was because of the temperature being lowered during the night or because Hermione became addicted to having people around her, she didn't know.

Scanning the index for Wood Elves, she yipped excitedly when she found it. Ability to change their appearance concerning age... Very calm and emphatic... Lifespan around 600 years... live in hidden areas in big forests, preferably in tree houses... Not against mixing their race with others... 60 percent of the population is male... area of circulation is every part of the world but the biggest population exist in South America...

Hermione crinkled her forehead. That didn’t tell her much about Lance's abilities. She especially wanted to know how much the wood elf was able to smell, scent or even read her mind. Leaving the book open on the table Hermione scanned the shelves again. “Ha,” she exclaimed triumphantly and grabbed for a small book. The Secrets of the Shamans by Thilda Ventin.

Hermione was fascinated by the book. She leaned over it, her knees hugged tightly to her chest. The book was talking about the amazing abilities of Shamans. They could go into the heads of patients and see every bit of secrets and could modify them without the patient knowing. They could give electric shocks with just their hands and they used sex magic. One third of the book seemed to be about this sex magic and how it was used. Hermione had read only three pages of it and already her face was burning.

“Of all the books, you had to find the most misleading and nonsensical book of all, pup.”

Hermione jumped when someone spoke in her ear. She hadn't noticed someone enter the library nor step so close behind her. She pulled a page out of the book from the way she jerked at being shocked so suddenly.

Lance chuckled after he had pulled his head away a safe distance so as not to be awarded a clout from the surprised pup. Rounding the table, he snatched the page out of Hermione's hand.

Hermione gasped, and her cheeks turned even more red.

“Oh, pup, this and the pages close to it are the only reason this book is in this library. Believe me when I tell you nobody is reading it for information.” He looked amused at her embarrassed face. “Except for you, of course.”

She wished to wipe this smirk of his face. “Can I have it back? I need to fix it.”

Lance raised his eyebrow. “How so?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Maybe falling over you and looking if you have a wand at hand.”

“A wand?”

Hermione blushed even harder realizing the double meaning of her sentence. “Merlin, stop it, Lance. Please.”

He chuckled and gave her the page.

Hermione placed it in the book and closed it. Only after a minute she dared to shyly look up at the still amused looking Shaman.

“So what were you looking for when you obviously got caught in the juicy part?”

Hermione looked scoldingly at Lance for pointing it out again. “I just wanted to know with what I'm dealing. That's all.”

“And to what conclusion have you come?”

“Obviously the wrong one if it was true what you said. So it's just crap?”

“Yes, mostly. The first problem this book has is that it speaks as if all Shamans are the same. I already told you I'm not only a Wood Elf. I have many different creature bloods in me. To be a Shaman you need to have at least three different creatures in your bloodline. I have six. So you can imagine how different we Shamans are according to which race we are and what kind of other creatures are in our bloodline. Some, like I can, read auras or sense emotions. Others can read minds or modify emotions, memories and even thoughts. Some can heal with their hands and others use wands or just talking. We have so many different abilities depending on our heritage that you never could write it down in a book; an authentic book.”

“How can I know you’re honest? You know a lot of things that are in my head. I can't believe you just guess them.”

Lance chuckled. “I have a lot of experience, pup. I can read your reactions and gestures and I'm very good at reading between the lines. Then there is your aura, which tells me a lot about your current state of emotions and I can smell and scent very well. It's similar to your scenting ability.”

“But how can you know so much about me, how I feel, how I react to things and so on? It seems everyone else is often confused about me.”

“That's because I've been a Shaman for many years, pup. Other creatures have similar submissives like you. They are not called pups there, but their reactions and emotions are similar to yours. Vampires for example have princesses and princes. They are very similar to you in rank and position, but not so rare. Their emotion and way of living also are very similar to yours. Vampires are not as overprotective over their subs as werewolves and I will talk with the Eldest to arrange a meeting between you and a princess if possible. Maybe it would help you to learn more about their life.”

“Really?” Hermione was all ears. It would be so interesting to get to know someone similar to her, with the added bonus of that person being a vampire.

“Your clan has an almost friendly cooperation with a Vampire Clan in Scotland. Maybe Lord Callus will agree to bring his princess with him next time he speaks with Ages. Normally, they don't bring submissives with them for a meeting, not like werewolves. Like I said, they are not as overprotective and addicted to their subs as werewolves are.”

“Addicted?”

“Yes, addicted. I thought you had already realized it. Your alpha only was away from you for three days and he was on edge. He made hasty decisions.”

“The newly turned.”

“Yes, even though he still pretends to stand by his decision, I'm quite certain he wouldn't have made the same decision with a clear mind. He would have considered differently if it would be the best for the clan to bring the newly turned here. Many things are still kept far away from you, which I support. That's why you don't know what an influence the death of the newly turned had on the clan. Right now you are not ready to handle those things, but later you will be. Right now you have enough work to find your place here and get your emotions under control. You still fight many of your natural feelings and urges because you let your human mind influence you. It's normal but very exhausting for you and your clan. You will need a long time to adjust; years to be honest, pup.”

Hermione's jaw dropped in shock.

“Don't look so shocked. It is normal. Pups always are turned werewolves and they always were just around twenty years old. All need years to adjust. You are one of the fast learners, maybe because you are quite young being only eighteen. It seems your attachment to your soul mate helped you a lot. I never saw a pup choose so many mates in such a short time. Not that I know many, but like I said, I personally think your kind is very similar to many other submissive kinds of other creatures.”

Hermione bit her bottom lip nervously. “It's hard to be so... different. Sometimes I envy Neville for having Draco, who is exactly like him.”

Lance raised his eyebrow. “Your little friend Neville would hardly call it like that. He thinks himself to be very different from Draco and I must say I agree. I have hardly seen a sub like him. He is very shy and his luck was that he had Draco at his side. If Draco would have reacted like supersubs normally do to other supersubs, Neville would have never been able to adjust to his new life.”

“But now they are similar.”

“I don't think they will ever be similar. Neville is very terrified. So terrified that he went totally against a normal supersub behavior: he chose a mate. To be honest, your friend is much more unusual than you, pup, and that says something. A supersub that chooses a mate and still feels the need to pleasure other dominants is very, very seldom. It is even more seldom than a pup.”

That meant Hermione wasn't really such a freak, which suddenly made her feel as if a huge weight had been lifted from her.

She nodded slowly, smiling shyly as Lance chuckled and smiled back, glad for her understanding.

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