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Just Submit	By : grugster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 88137 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I’m not a native speaker of English.

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Characters: Fenir, Hermione, Amaris, Yorik, Morgan

Sexual interactions: Het: FG/HG

Warnings: watersport, masturbation, D/s

Chapter 6 - Claiming

They stood in the middle of the room that was at the end of the stairs that came from Fenrir's bedroom. It was a big room with a small corner with bookshelves, a big area with a couch and two armchairs arranged in front of a television and a small corner that looked like a very small kitchen. A fridge, a big table with chairs and a small kitchen unit were all that stood in that corner of the room. Two doors led out of the room and a stair close to the one that led down to Fenrir's room was leading upstairs.

Fenrir was holding Hermione's hand as if he feared she would run away. Why? She didn't know. It wasn't as if she had any chance to escape right now. They were facing the three other members of the pack, who were all sitting around the TV.

“Fenrir, you old perv, sending me out to have fun with her,” Yorik said when he sniffed the air.

“Shut up and come with us. I need to claim her, and I don't think she will be cooperative,” Fenrir growled, obviously not happy about the situation.

Hermione, of course, wasn't happy about that statement as well. “What? What do you mean?”

Yorik chuckled and grabbed her bum. “Yeah, finally some fun.”

“Stop that!” Fenrir said warningly and batted his hand away. “I want this to be over as soon as possible.”

“Oh my, the others are right, you are going soft because of her,” Yorik mocked his alpha.

“I will teach you soft,” Fenrir growled and grabbed for his beta. Too bad that he insisted on holding Hermione, and so Yorik could duck his attack easily.

“Easy, easy, my great, frightening alpha. I just stated the obvious. Now let's have some fun,” Yorik said grinning and opened one of the two doors.

“No, Fenrir, please. What are you planning to do?” Hermione asked scared and tried to wriggle out of Fenrir's grip to not have to go into the room.

“Stop struggling, pup. This has to happen, and it will be over soon!” Fenrir said, trying to be nice.

“Just throw her over you shoulder and bring her in here, Alpha,” Yorik said impatient.

“Why don't you take her over your shoulder, and I get ready to claim her?” Fenrir said, annoyed.

“No!” Hermione screamed and tried to escape when Yorik came over to grab her. Of course she had no chance, and he quickly grabbed her around her waist and carried her into the room. Fenrir stepped into the small bathroom shortly after them and locked it.

“We need to undress her. Hold her still!” Fenrir instructed Yorik.

“My pleasure,” Yorik said and held her back close against his chest. This exposed her neck and shoulder to him, and he started to nib at the sensitive junction between her neck and her shoulder. Immediately Hermione paused in her struggle. Again she felt those confusing feelings. The beast inside her wanted to submit to Yorik and let him have his way with her, but Hermione's human mind was scared about what they wanted to do with her. Hadn't Fenrir just a few minutes ago promised he wouldn't force her to have sex with him or anyone else? Why was he undressing her now?

“Hmm, much better, my sweet pup. I'm so happy to have you in our pack.” Yorik was fascinated by her smell and the taste of her skin. He would have loved to bite her. It wouldn't worsen her health problems, because werewolf saliva now that Hermione was already infected, couldn't harm her. The bite would just make her more relaxed and willing. Nevertheless, Yorik resisted to bite Hermione because he had never seen Fenrir so possessive over something or someone. As much as he liked to mock his alpha, he wasn't suicidal.

Hermione whimpered. Hearing Yorik speak made her panic again.

“Just hold that stupid mouth of yours. Use it the way she likes it,” Fenrir commanded harshly. He had already pulled off Hermione's skirt and was now working on her knickers. She was clenching her legs vehemently and made it difficult for him. Inwardly he cursed that he had let her dress at all.

Yorik meanwhile was happy to obey his alpha's command and nibbled at Hermione neck again, his hands wandered over her breast and under her top. “Just stop struggling; he only wants to claim you.”

Claim her? He wanted to rape her now? Why? Hermione didn't understand the world any more. Why had he been so nice to her when he now would rape her nonetheless. She was panicking violently now. She screamed and struggled like hell.

“Damn, can't you just shut your damn mouth, Yorik?” Fenrir bellowed that loud that Hermione stopped screaming and struggling out of fear they would change into their werewolf forms again.

“Damn, I thought it would calm her,” Yorik said like a small boy. He was obviously even more unused to having a sub around him than Fenrir.

Fenrir sighed and then took Hermione's cheeks in his hands and made her face him. “I know you will never understand what I have to do now. Not even when you are finally a full werewolf after your first change. It's in the nature of a pup to feel the urge to control things. That's why I have to force you now. It will be over in a few minutes. Yorik will take your top off on my command, and then we will place you in the tub over there. Then I will claim your as my mate. That will show any other werewolf that you are mated and that he will need my permission to touch you. Only my pack is allowed to touch you whenever they want and you can decide yourself whom of the whole clan you will allow to touch you. I have no right to stop you, I just have the right to defend you if someone tries to force you or pressure you too much. For that I need to claim you, pup.”

“But you promised! You said you would not force me to have sex with you!”

“Sex?” Fenrir looked, puzzled.

Yorik looked as confused as his alpha.

“Damn, pup, you should forget what you read about werewolf terms in any of your books. A werewolf claims his mate and his pack members with urine, not cum. You will nevertheless smell different from Yorik or Amaris or Morgan, because my urine will contain pheromones when I claim you. That way anyone knows that you don't only belong to my pack but are my mate as well. Understood?”

Hermione nodded. She was still afraid and downright embarrassed with Yorik seeing her naked and being peed upon in a few minutes, but at least she was a bit more relaxed, now that she knew he wouldn't rape her. The beast inside her told her to fight for the first time. It wanted the control. She was the one to chose her mates and not the other way around. Even though the beast was all too happy with Fenrir as their alpha the beast still disliked that Fenrir saw it as if he had chosen her and would claim her like this. But Hermione's human mind had the upper hand now, and so she was relieved that Fenrir didn't attempt to rape her. She was so deep in thoughts that she didn't realize that Yorik was pulling at her top to pull it over her head. When she realized it, it was too late and her jump of shock gave him the last bit of freedom he needed to pull it off her. Now she was standing buck naked in front of two werewolves who were staring in a fascinated way at her, even though she was trying to hide as much as possible.

Yorik stepped forward and leaned over her. His warm breath tickled her ear and neck. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed almost inaudible. He let his hands wander from her neck over her arms, down her side to her bum. Then he grabbed her globes and pulled her close to him, groaning.

Hermione was confused that she didn't feel averse to this. Now she felt like closing her arms around him. Of course she resisted.

“I would have never guessed I would get a chance like this. Fenrir has never wanted a sub in the pack. Merlin, you are so amazing; I could lose myself in you,” he whispered into her neck. He sniffed deeply. “But you don't smell like us. We need to change that.” His voice had changed from sexy to mischievously and before Hermione noticed the change, he had lifted her in the tub. “Now be a brave little pup, and let the alpha claim you.”

Hermione whimpered and crouched down more to make herself as small as possible. In shock she saw Fenrir stepping into the tub as well. The tub was big, almost as big as the whirlpools, so Fenrir had enough space. He wasn't wearing any jeans now and Hermione had a good look at his enormous member for the second time. Never would that thing fit into her. She needed to escape before he would try anything. She needed to speak with Neville and stay away from Snape as far as possible; his ability to read her mind could be very dangerous to her.

“Lay down, pup!” Fenrir commanded.

Now she couldn't stop the tears from running out of her eyes and the sobs from escaping her. This was just too humiliating.

Fenrir became frustrated; he growled and started to straighten her legs. “Damn, help me, you good-for-nothing beta.”

Yorik chuckled. “Don't you think it will be a little hard to claim her like that? You should jerk off before you try to claim her.”

Fenrir growled. Yorik was right, so he started to pump his member, the fact that he had climaxed only a few minutes ago didn't help the situation at all. Claiming her with cum was even stronger than urine, even if the smell of his sperm was already on the most important parts because the smell went through clothes. However, it wasn't as permanent as a claiming with urine. It was as if the skin soaked up the urine and would never let it go. Cum met the skin much more often and therefore it wasn't very important, but it scared away other males for some time. Unfortunately no dominant could challenge another dominant if he had only claimed his subs with cum. Only urine marked true ownership about a sub. Only Ages would be allowed to claim her as his pack member as well, but Fenrir was sure he would wait to see if she claimed him as one of her mates before he would decide to claim her or not. If she didn't choose him it would be more likely that the old man would leave her be until she would have fully accepted her place as a pup.

Yorik was holding Hermione's chest and her legs down so that Fenrir could spread his sperm all over her when he came.

Hermione had closed her eyes when Fenrir started to jerk off and hadn't opened them since then. She felt Fenrir grunt and then she felt thick, sticky liquid land all over her. Shortly after that the warm stream of Fenrir's urine hit her breast and then her legs and worst her face. Her lips and eyes hurt so hard that she pressed them together to not get some of the liquid in her eyes and mouth. Suddenly Yorik lifted her legs, and Fenrir spread her butt cheeks and later the lips of her vagina apart to pee at her most private parts. After they had turned her around, and she was pissed all over her back and in her hair, the torture was finally over.

“All done, pup,” Yorik said kindly, even apologizing. He wrapped a towel around her and started to dry her.

She looked shocked at him between her sobs. “Can't I shower?”

“No, not for the next eight hours,” he said calmly.

She had to run around like this for eight hours? She stank and even her hair was wet. “No, please!” More tears ran over her cheeks, and Yorik seemed lost and looked at his alpha for help, who shrugged his shoulders. It was an odd mood. Both men had no clue what to say or do to calm her. When Fenrir had dressed again, he opened the door and bellowed for Amaris. One minute later Hermione was alone with Amaris, who had pulled her on her lap and was gently rocking her to and for.

“It's okay, pup. Just cry. Sometimes those alphas are just stupid and don't know how to treat a pup correctly.” She hummed a bit to calm Hermione. “Fenrir is really different from his normal self, pup. You have already changed him. I have never believed in the old stories about pups, but now I see they were true. You have him completely wrapped around your finger, and the moment you realize that, you will have a very easy life here.” She smiled and leaned into Hermione's hair. It seemed she wasn't disgusted by the stench her alpha had left there. “Come on, we need to get you dry and into your clothes. Then you will already feel much better.”

Hermione was glad Amaris was around. She was nice and seemed to understand her. But Yorik and Snape said Fenrir had never let a submissive in his pack. “You aren't a sub, right?”

Amaris laughed. “No, I'm not, but that doesn't mean I can't understand how you feel, pup. At least I'm a woman.”

Hermione sniffed for a last time and then decided that this wasn't helping her. She wiped the tears off her face with one end of the towel. “Will he do this again?”

“No, if you you don't wash his scent off in the next eight hours, he won't do it again.” She petted Hermione's hair gently. “Oh, we need to dry you hair as well. I will go and get my hair-dryer. I don't let it lay around her because Fenrir doesn't like me using it. Goran gave it to me. He is the inventor and engineer of the clan. Morgan is his assistant. All the things that are a combination between magic and Muggle technique are from him. My hair dryer works without electricity.”

“Don't you use wands?” Again Hermione couldn't stop her curiosity.

“I have never been a witch and many others have also been Muggles or have been born as werewolves. We only have the natural magic of a werewolf and that isn't much. Some have more power like Fenrir. Especially alphas have great magical abilities, but they seldom use them. They like their muscles too much.” Amaris winked at Hermione and the girl smiled for the first time. “I knew there had to be some lovely smile somewhere in that sad face.” She smiled gently at Hermione. “Don't be afraid, pup. I don't know what happened to you before your came here, but I overheard Severus and some other dominants and I know it wasn't nice. Your side lost, but we are now your new side. The Dark Lord has nothing to do with us here. We live our own little life. Try to accept it and enjoy it.” She looked seriously at Hermione and then she stood up. “Wait here! I will get my hair-dryer. You will love it.”

While Amaris got her hair-dryer Hermione dried herself completely and put her clothes on. It was tempting to go over to the tub and wash the disgusting smell off herself, but just knowing that she would have to undergo the same procedure again made her stop.

Yes, Hermione loved the hair-dryer and asked Amaris all kinds of questions about how it worked, but the woman just said Hermione would have to ask Morgan or Goran about it.

Five minutes later they were back in the living room. Fenrir came over and sniffed at her, as if he wanted to control that she hadn't washed his scent off.

Amaris rolled her eyes and winked at Hermione, making a motion as if she was wrapping something around her finger.

Hermione couldn't stop to smile back. That caused all the males in the room to drop their jaw and look in awe at her and caused Amaris to chuckle wildly.

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