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Mourning's Doves	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23242 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5 –

Snape's impetuous behavior hadn't worked, and now Hermione was utterly cold towards him. Her wolf was pining, he could tell, and she paced restlessly within the confines of the library, reading and muttering and growling and nodding, all signs she was easily accepting her wolf. He was glad of her transition but still wary of her suppressed memories. She might not even want him and Remus when the memories returned, only currently having vague memories of Hogwarts and close associations to go on, along with her animal abiding instinct. It was tenuous, at best.

He hadn't needed to tell Remus what had happened. They had discussed the day previous, Snape's plan, and Remus had been adamantly against it, giving his final no on the matter. Come to find out his mate had directly disobeyed him, as well as ruining the surprise of the library for Hermione in his tirade, all-around resulted in an ass fucking that left Snape sore and hobbling, not at all pleasurable and Remus miserable for having to be so rough with his mate and lover.

Severus continued to brew and only went into town when absolutely necessary. Remus refused to go with him. The pair were shunned by polite society, their Hero status revoked because of their lycan nature and all but being relegated to the dregs of humanity. If it weren't for Severus' brewing skills and Remus' connections with various werewolf clans for ingredients, they'd have been starving on the streets long ago.

Severus didn't need an official potions license to brew. He knew enough Dark spells to conceal the brewing process from the fools that ran the Ministry, having been the Dark Lord's right hand man for so long.

More time passed, the feeling in his gut growing, gnawing at him, and he was extremely irritable throughout the middle of the month when Remus was at his most mild human self, causing him to sneer behind the man's back at his continued self-pity and denial of pleasure other than to satiate his mate, however briefly.

Hermione ate, spent time with Remus discussing Lycanthropy and how she could help make a living, and trying to bring up the claiming process but always being shut down with his sharp bark of , “No, Hermione!”

The tension in the house mounted the nearer they came to the following full moon. It was only a week away, and with a heavy heart Severus finished brewing for the next two weeks ahead of schedule. There was almost a finality to the way he closed up his lab, sighing with nothing to distract him but the insane hormones of the female wolf on the prowl, refusing herself his company even though she whined when he was near.

He wanted to tear her limb from limb the next time he fucked her, even if it was only in his mind.

The young woman also hadn't been taking her anti-fertility potions. He saw the remains of the bottles she tried to hide, since they hadn't been able to procure her a wand as of yet. The witch had poured them down the drain and didn't think he would notice?

He felt his inner wolf growl harshly, barking to be released. “Soon,” he murmured, trying to quiet the beast.

Snape met her in the hallway three days before their transformation. His cock was standing at attention, him clad in only thin cotton pajama bottoms. She tried to brush past him with disdain but he pinned her to the wall and leaned in, his large nose inhaling.

“Fuck, witch, I want you so much,” he growled, pinning her with his chest.

“Let go of me you cruel bastard!” she cried. “You lied to me! You fucking lied to me!”

“I've never lied to you, except the night I was cruel to you. I was trying to get you to release your memories you stubborn woman. Won't you listen to what I'm telling you? I saw no other way!”

“You're a right fucking bastard! You haven't tried any other way!” she screamed, sobbing against him, kicking him and trying to bring up her knee into his groin.

“No you don't, little one!” he chuckled, turning her and ripping off her panties, rubbing his sex against her backside.

“You are too vulnerable for Legilimency. I don't go around advertising the fact that I've unintentionally hurt others since my little foray into the world of werewolves. My jaunt into your mind was borne of necessity, not foreplay.”

She struggled against him, simply inciting his lust like petrol on a bonfire.

“You've been denying me, and I'm going to take what I want from your slutty little bitch of a wolf. You've been denying her and she's going to go stark raving mad if you don't give into her carnal urges. You're in heat, you thick headed Gryffindor!”

Hermione sobbed, collapsing against the wall but held up by the hips as Snape slipped himself inside, almost melting in satisfaction as her pussy felt like HOME.

“I know you've been dumping your potions,” he grunted, sliding in and out of her slick heat rapidly. Her cunt was sublime!

“Took you long enough to figure it out!” she gasped, panting at the intense pleasure she'd been denying herself. “Are you going to tell Remus?”

“He's a fucking fool if he hasn't figured it out for himself,” he groaned, leaning over her at a more leisurely pace. “Do you want to get pregnant so badly?”

“It's instinct. I can't help what my body is telling me to do. I keep trying to drink them and they make me ill. I just... can't take them anymore. My body rejects them.”

“It's your time,” he groaned again, speeding up as his wolf howled with glee at her confession. “You're not only in heat, but you're ready to be bred properly. Oh, mother of Merlin I'm going to fuck your brains out little wolf!” he cried, speeding up as the urge to spill himself came upon him quickly, letting out a feral howl as he locked tight to her quivering backside and came in thick spasms inside her fertile cunt.

Remus was down the stairs and on the pair in an instant, his eyes growing wide and yellowing with rage and lust at the sight of his mate almost forcing himself on the young witch.

“You're hurting her!” he cried, trying to wrench the dark wolf off of her but unable to, his knot swollen and planted firmly in a tight ring just inside her vagina, keeping the fluid from spilling. Severus' eyes were so dilated they were nearly a pure, obsidian black, the yellow ring barely an outline as he panted, lustful and pumping fitfully against her.

“No, he's not,” came Hermione's soft answer, her soft pants against the wall quelled by the extreme need to be mated, being met. It felt so good not to fight her instincts!

“It's time, I need you, please, I need you both,” she called, her voice a siren that lured him to his knees.

Remus licked and kissed her, dizzy from an age old call he barely remembered but his wolf knew well.

“We can't, we can't... we can resist, it's not right...”

“I don't want to wait! I can't resist, don't you see? Severus has shown me what is right, and I need you to claim me! Please! Don't leave me hanging anymore, I don't think I can take one more day of this awful tension!”

Remus closed his eyes against her pleas, knowing she was right and hating himself for what he was about to do. It should never have been this way. He didn't deserve her, either of them.

When Snape had come back to himself, he led the pair down to their lair, locking themselves in with food and wards and plenty of water for what was to come.

Severus was already on top of her again, kissing and licking all over her body, sniffing deeply at her sex and licking up their combined emissions. He couldn't seem to get enough and the drunk glaze over his eyes was the mating lust. He was lost in it and wouldn't come out of it until their wolves were satisfied she'd taken their seed and been impregnated with one or more cubs.

Hermione was panting, arching her back and baring her neck. They were all naked in a flash, Remus divesting them of the remaining scraps covering various bits. He resigned to his wolf and Mooney howled with glee, his forepaws ripping the man out of the way and thrusting his snout to the forefront of the cerebral cortex.

“At last!” his hoarse change in voice shouted, startling the pair. Severus' eyes widened even through the haze as he recognized the Dominant wolf. He still hadn't come into his own alter ego, still referring to him as “my wolf”.

He cowered back, hands crossed in front of his face and the transformed smirk of Remus Lupin, aka Mooney, nodded at the witch. “Breed with her. Make it good. I'm going to sink my teeth so far into her throat she'll be giving you a fucking bath with her come.”

Severus snarled and attacked her pussy and clit, licking and laving until the witch was screaming, clutching at the bed as Mooney feasted on her beautiful tits. Hermione had filled out a bit on the good food they prepared, especially made for those with a lycan metabolism. She was well rounded and her hips had spread a bit in preparation for this night.

When she'd bathed Severus' face in come he crawled up her, placed her legs over his shoulders and lined up with her sopping cunt, not bothering to wipe the juices from his face.

“Yes, you fucking beautiful wolf, take my cock! Have my cubs!” he growled, shoving himself in roughly, his cock swelling with the powerful urge to mate and mate and mate.

His hips thrust quickly, lightening fast and the sucking sounds of cock meeting cunt filled the lair as he slapped his sack against her backside with every meeting of flesh.

Mooney was now feasting on her lips, tongue, neck and shoulder, leaving little bite marks and whispering dirty things in her ear.

Hermione came again, strongly, her cunt sucking at Snape's cock as a little girl on a lolly.

His eyes rolled back and he roared, pumping his hot seed into her once more, falling on her and meeting Remus' lips as the man turned to embrace him. The two men snogged one another while Snape's seed filled the witch, locking himself tight to her cunt once more. The three remained in the heated embrace until Severus' knot went down and he was able to slip out of her. He traded positions with his Alpha, taking over snogging Hermione and plucking at her nipples while Remus flipped her and entered her from behind. He sneered at the dribbles coming from her cunt.

“Is that all you've got? You've got some catching up to do. She's going to have MY cubs! You don't have enough come here to impregnate a rabbit!” Mooney jeered, shoving his aching member to the hilt inside the writhing witch.

Severus snarled an epithet and Mooney just laughed, leisurely thrusting his larger cock in and out of her soaked cunt. He slapped her ass, watching it bounce and jiggle with delight. “Ooh, she's a beauty. Can't believe the old man is letting me bite her," he moaned, referring to Remus' relinquishing of his wolf to the fore. "I'm going to make this good, you mark my words,” he panted, warming up to the extreme pleasure.

Severus held his tongue, not wasting his breath on Remus' cocky wolf. He knew the man would remember everything and chastise himself for the next month about it. Typical Remus, disgusting, but that was his mate sometimes.

Severus drew up on his knees and offered Hermione his cock, holding his breath when she sucked his spent member into his mouth. She quickly brought him to full hardness and bobbed up and down him in tandem with Mooney's quick thrusting deep within her.

Hermione set up an inner keening, a sound which would have been a wail if her mouth had been free.

“Fucking right, bitch. Get pregnant. Take my fucking cock, yes, take it all, take it all, take it all,” he grunted, bruising her hips with his fingers as he held onto her hard and doubled the rate of his penetration.

The humming from Hermione's mouth made a slow burn work it's way from the center of Snape's chest, down through his arms, into his groin and into his toes, making them curl with delight. Fuck, she could suck cock like the best of them! He held her head hard, now desperate to release at the same time as his Alpha and he heard her gag, almost oblivious as he forced her to deep throat his engorged cock.

“Fuck yes, look at her go!” Mooney panted, his own eyes almost black with extreme arousal as he neared his peak. The sight of the little witch deep throating his mate was beyond erotic. It was sex on a fucking stick.

Severus felt his balls draw up and explode, a feral roar leaving his throat as he held the woman tight to his pelvis, arching his back and releasing down her throat with a groan.

Mooney couldn't hold back and also roared his completion, his ejaculation copious and magnificent, filling the witch to capacity and leaking out around his expanded knot that even though blocking off the exit, still allowed some of the fluid to escape around the edges.

Snape, exhausted, gave Hermione's clit a few swipes, sending her over the edge of oblivion herself and causing her to contract tightly around Mooney's spent cock.

“Fuck, Snape, oh Fuck!” Mooney moaned, helpless against her contractions that milked his member even though it was empty. It was still incredibly pleasurable.

That night, they slept like the dead, Mooney rising to take his mate in his arms and push Severus' legs back over the wolf's elbows, entering him from the front and tenderly kissing the man he loved so much.

Hermione awoke to the sounds of their heated abandon, her heart in her chest at the unabashed expression of love and desire on one another’s faces.

“I love you, I will always love you,” Severus was saying, tears running down his face as Mooney licked them away.

“I know, my mate, my love, I know. She will have you. Only you, unless you choose another.”

“I don't want another, I want you, I need you. What will I do without you?” he begged, turning his head.

Mooney wouldn't allow it, turning his head back to kiss the man soundly. “You will breed with her, have cubs, pick another, and move on. It is the circle of life.”

Mooney picked up the pace and stroked Snape's cock in tandem, cooing tender obscenities to his mate until they both came, one crying and the other nuzzling, reassuring the frightened wizard that everything would be alright.

“What's wrong? What's going on?” the concerned young woman asked, crawling over to where they lay, still joined, and Snape reached for her, burying his head in her curls.

Mooney shook his head, a somber look gracing the shaggy features of Remus Lupin. “It's nothing, pet. None of your concern. Let us rest.”

Confused, the witch and the two wolves curled up together and slept until late afternoon, eating briefly and resting until the dawn of the moon.

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