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Punishment	By : Holly Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 91201 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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A/N I would like to thank all of my wonderful reviewers but especially I would like to thank Dreamer27 who not only has given me permission to use her story but has also said how much she likes it! :squeals: yay!

It was late into the night when Fenir emerged from the hut, his body sweaty and his energy sapped. He had taken the sub three more times, once whilst he had been unconscious, before his body had finally succumbed to his exhaustion. He decided to take some dinner before collapsing in his own hut so he moved towards the gathering circle where the fire pit had been lit and the days hunt, a small deer, was keeping warm close by. It was only once he had arrived he noticed the silence of the pack. He nodded quickly to his betas before sitting down at the far side in his place of prominence. A child ran quickly past him, closely followed by another playing tag, startling Fenir, both mothers quickly swept them away and held them firmly. Fenir looked around the circle and watched the expressions of his pack staring back at him. The doms where mostly stoic, a few standing, their arms crossed over their bodies, the rest sitting down watching him intensely. Matty was the only one not looking at him as he gently rubbed Lemmy's back, who had obviously been crying. Very few of the sub's met his eyes but their faces still displayed their emotions, one or two looked mildly proud, the punishment fitting the crime, the rest were either sad or disgusted but no matter happy or not with the punishment they all had an undercurrent of fear in their eyes. Fenir got up and grabbed some meat, pretending not to notice Maya grab up the child sitting by his foot, before sitting back down and devouring his meal. The pack slowly and cautiously began to go about their nightly routines. Fenir resolutely ignored his pack nervousness and decided to restore some normalcy.

"Is this all from your hunt today?" he said looking at the meagre offering by the fire. Claw, his first beta, came forward from his position standing behind the others.

"The forest was disturbed today, there was something in the air like the pressure before a storm. The prey had fled." Fenir grumbled slightly under his breath. There was nothing evil in this forest anymore, not since the Aurors had been slaughtered, but he had never known Claw to be overly dramatic. It must be the sub, he had been particularly vocal at first, he had probably scared the prey.

"Did you not go further into the forest?"

"Yes, My Alpha, we searched all the way to the edge of our territory, there was nothing." Fenir muttered again to himself. He didn't think the sub's screams would have travelled so far but he trusted his hunters.

"Very well, I will go out with you in the morning tomorrow and we will replenish our supplies." Claw nodded and moved back to the outside of the circle, watching over his mate, Namile, and their boy, Luc.

Silence once again blanketed the group and once again the judgmental eyes flew to him. Fenir got up once he had finished his meal and tore off another chunk of meat. He walked over to Melim and gave it to her.

"Feed the sub, I am going to rest. I suggest the rest of the hunters do the same, we have to be up early for the hunt." The doms surrounding him nodded their heads but didn't move away from the circle as Fenir moved away towards his one hut. Melim got up to do her duty as the rest of the pack started to clear up for the night.

The sun was barely hitting the horizon when the pack began to wake for the day. Most of the subs remained in bed but a few, especially those with cubs, got up to help their doms get breakfast before their early morning hunt. They ignored the small whimpers coming from the locked hut at the far side of the village and instead concentrated on their tasks. Dawn was a good time to hunt as the prey wouldn't have too much time to spread out and would be centred around a water source. It was an easy way to hunt but it had its own troubles, the meat had to be kept fresh for the entire day which meant smoking or curing a whole days hunt and it did nothing for the dom's need for a good fight, far too easy pickings.

Fenir looked over at the far hut. He couldn't wait to get back, the sub had accepted him the day before and now all that beauty was his for the taking, and take it he would. The sub had become even more delicious with his turning. It took all he had to keep his wolf under control, it was possessive, it wanted it's mate, all of him, body mind and heart. Last night it had been easier, the need to possess having more to do with cementing their bond than true mating but the way the sub had tried to snuggle into him afterwards almost broke his resolve to treat him as just a breeder, his exquisite submission was too perfect and the need to protect and worship that submission was difficult to ignore. There was no power on this earth that could stop him from sampling that beauty again, perhaps he might even give him a little reward, if he was pleasing enough. Fenir shook himself out of his daydream. He was nothing, just a breeder.

He barked sharply at his hunters to move out, they gulped down the rest of their food, a few stashing a little away for later, before dividing themselves into two. Claw, Bej, Han and Nero in the first group and Ram, Matty, Blue, French and Charl in the second. Fenir would join the first group and go off towards the lake at the far side of their territory. It was a good place for hunting as it was the main watering hole for the forest. The second group would hunt in the opposite direction, towards a small river, which would attract the prey if they were still skittish from yesterday. The two groups trekked in their opposite directions, climbing through the under growth towards their respective hunting grounds.

It didn't take long for Fenir to feel the wrongness Claw had described. It surrounded him like a depression hanging over the forest, a cloud of suffocating smog. This was the same feeling he had had before the sub had been turned but this was far more oppressive, like it was hands drawn around his throat, choking the life out of him. It was like the old days again, when The Wild would mourn with them after an Auror attack. He looked at the rest of his hunters. They were shifting uncomfortably, the feeling was now strong enough for them to feel it as it hadn't been before. The sub must be doing something, maybe some wizard magic, that was effecting the forest. As soon as he got back he would investigate but right now their were more pressing problems, if they didn't get fresh meat they would have to start on their winter stock pile.

They moved nervously through the trees, keeping their honed senses sharp on the smallest movement or sound amongst the leaves but not even the breeze dared disturb the eerie stillness of the world around them. They eventually reached the lake and were greeted by the wonderful sound of running water. The lake was really a plunge pool for a waterfall which bounced its way down the mountain, finally coming to rest in the beautiful clear blue pool in front of them. The sound was a welcome return to normalcy and it seemed to lift the spirits of his hunters, although the oppressive weight was still clouding their thoughts. Fenir motioned for the other four wolves to get in to position to wait for the prey to come for their morning drink. The sun was getting higher in the sky, to the point where it had almost risen, and the only animals he could see where a few rabbits and squirrels jumping through the undergrowth.

Fenir growled low in his throat in frustration. They had been waiting for over two hours and not a single large animal hand come into the clearing. He knew that they hadn't spooked them, they had barely moved since first entering the clearing, except to snatch up a few of the smaller mammals that came close to them. They currently had about three squirrels and couple of small rabbits to show for their grand hunting expedition, he only hoped the others had had more luck. Fenir's growl was cut short as he felt a soft lightening of the oppressive cloud hanging over his head. It was only very slight but it was a great relief compared to how it had been. The lightening distracted him so much that he almost missed the small doe entering the clearing. She was skittish, sniffing the air before cautiously moving towards the water. Fenir motioned for his hunters to surround the unfortunate doe. They crept silently, closing in slowly on her as she drank quickly. She suddenly lifted her head and rotated her ears, listening for the predators which were slowly getting closer and closer to her. The wolves stilled themselves, waiting for her body to calm again, before continuing their stalk towards her. They were almost close enough for her to smell them, so Fenir signalled for the attack. They leapt out of the undergrowth as one bringing dow the startled doe with the ease of a well practised team. Fenir looked around the watering hole. They would find no more prey here today, the small of fresh blood on the wind would keep away any other animals from the clearing today. The small doe may not be much but she would lessen their dependance on the winter stores and with the leaves already beginning to turn they would need to keep them as full as possible.

They walked back slowly to the village, their kill slung over one shoulder. It was already mid morning and they had had no further luck with hunting in the surrounding area, so Fenir had directed them back towards the village in hopes that the other party had had more luck. Fenir was silent the whole trek back and the other doms matched him. By the time they had reached the outskirts it was nearing midday and they were all in need of rest and sustenance. The village was also quiet, like the entire pack was sleeping. The hunting party walked into the centre of the village silently, on edge. The other hunting party had returned before them and were currently sitting in a circle chewing on sticks of dried meat, looking pensive and a little depressed. Two of the subs were preparing some meat at the table on the far side but it looked like the others had taken the pups elsewhere to play as there was no sign of them. Fenir walked into the circle as his party deposited their kill with the subs, collecting some lunch for the rest of them.

"Where are the others?" Fenir asked, worried about his pack. The strangeness in the air today was putting him on edge.

"They took the pups to play on the fallen log and to pick berries. Evan is with them." Fenir nodded, silently relieved. Evan was the oldest wolf in the pack, followed by his mate Elouise. Although he was no longer spritely enough to join them on the hunt he would protect the pack with his life.

"I hope your hunt was more successful than ours?" Fenir asked.

"A few small kills, rabbits mostly. The game is gone." Ram replied, his voice tinged with hopelessness. "The forest feels wrong, angry and sad. What is going on, Alpha?"

"I don't know, but I intend to find out." Fenir got up and gave his stick of meat to Han, who had finished his.

"You think it is the sub?" Blue asked, an undercurrent of fear lacing his words, wizard magic would always hold an irrational dread to any wolf who had stood between Aurors and their pack. Fenir's only response was a small grunt as he strode towards the hut.

The hut was pitch black when he entered, in stark contrast the bright day outside. The sub was awake, sitting on one of the furs on the floor, his arms around his legs and resting his head on his knees. He was still gloriously naked, covered only in a thin layer of grime, sweat and cum. He was liberally covered in various cuts and bruises which Fenir had given him the night before. He seemed distracted, not noticing Fenir's entry until he strode across the small distance, grabbed up his arm and pulled him up to his face.

"What have you done!?" The sub's face was alive with fear shinning from is eyes.

"I… I…" Fenir dropped the stuttering boy to the floor who instantly went to his knees, hiding his face in his arms.

"Answer me! what have you done to the forest?! What magic have you cast?!"

"None, Alpha. I… I have no wand." Fenir stood up straight, looking down his nose at the the quivering sub.

"So you can cast no spells?" The sub shook his head against his forearms. Fenir knelt down, moving his face close to the boy's ear. He inhaled, relishing the smell of sweat, fear and sex which clung to the sub's body. Fenir let his hands flow down the sub's exposed back, licking the space behind his ear. "You smell so good, my sub." He whispered against the side of his head. "So soft." Fenir crawled around the still body on the floor, taking care to keep his hand in contact with with the velvety soft skin. He moved his way behind the young sub, touching his firm buttocks, running his finger down the crease, from the small of his back down to his pretty red-pink hole, the tasty cherry he had popped the night before. It was still slightly raw from his fucking earlier but his werewolf healing had taken care of most of the internal tarring so all the remained was the shine of dried cum and a pink tinge from the blood that had lubricated their first coupling.

The sight of the shiny hole, glinting up at him made his heart beat faster, sending the blood straight to his groin. Once again the wolf took over but it was no longer a burning need to possess but more protection and cherishing, revelling in the passivity beneath him. Fenir let his body take over as he bent his body over to kiss down his cheeks and the slowly up his back to his neck. The sub was breathing heavily, his body quivering with pent up emotions. Fenir reached his arms underneath the sub's body, raking his fingers over his nipples and down his sides, the sub giving off small gasps of breath in his wake, until he reached his hips. Fenir brushed over the sub's straining erection quickly before moving down his legs, brushing gently over his thighs. "Mine, all mine." Fenir murmured in his ear as his hands moved back up to his groin, briefly running through the small bush of pubic hair, before moving back to the sub's stomach. Fenir pulled backwards on the sub pulling him upright against the Alpha's chest, the sub's legs spreading apart automatically in line with his own. Fenir's hands once again slowly mapped the inside of his mate's thighs, lightly palming his balls, before running his hand up the engorged shaft. The sub's head lolled sideways and he let out a full moan, reaching his hands into Fenir's hair as he leant down to kiss along his mate's neck, moving one hand to tease his nipples. The only tension left in his body was pent up arousal coursing through his body.

"Yes, My Alpha." The reply was heady and barely audible but it sparked another wave of passion in the elder wolf. He growled low under his breath, before lifting the sub up and turning him round to lie flat on his back. Fenir leant down to cover his mouth with his own, his tongue asserting itself in his partner's mouth. His hands were not idle either, clasping to touch as much of the soft young body as possible. His caresses were returned by shy, hesitant brushes of finger tips, which did nothing to cool his flames. Fenir sat up quickly to grab the small pot of lube he had meant to use during their first coupling but was stopped dead in is tracks. He had never seen such a vision of beauty as was currently below him. His mate's dark hair was tousled, his head was thrown back, an expression of pure pleasure etched on his face and his body was flushed pink with arousal, centred around the beautiful purple erection resting gently against his stomach. The sub slowly opened his eyes to look up at him, giving him a shy smile, his face turning more red with embarrassment. Fenir could resist leaning back down to kiss the vanilla lips once again. He moved quickly off to find the oil, pouring a copious amount on to his hand he returned to his debauched mate. He ran his hand down from the tip of his mate's cock, down over his balls and the slowly circled the twitching hole. His mate threw his head back with a moan, reaching his arms above his head, as if to grab hold of sod thing above him. Fenir chuckled lightly and slowly began to push his first finger into the tight warmth, leaning his head down to rest against his mate's thigh. The noises coming from above him were truly intoxicating, keens and moans were thick and fast as the hole began to inch forwards, impaling itself on his long fingers. He slowly added a second finger and was rewarded by by a gasp and a long moan. He kissed along the inside thigh leaving the occasional small bite whilst he slowly fucking his little sub on his fingers, scissoring them, stretching him wide. He moved his head down to lick the entire length of the beautiful cock in front of him, before engulfing it down to the base with his mouth. The sub screamed in pleasure, his body arching off the floor, pressing his cock to the back of Fenir's throat and pushing his hole down harshly on the still moving fingers.

"Please… I need you… Please." The words rushed quickly from his mouth, unable to articulate anything more. Fenir added a third finger, screwing them in to the pliant hole with a flick of his wrist. His mate was once again reduced to incoherence, babbling and hissing. Fenir could feel his own arousal begin to overwhelm him, the need to be inside his squirming lover becoming to much he lifted his head and removed his fingers in one swift movement, quickly applied the oil to his rock hard penis before plunging it home. His mate screamed in pain at the rough entry, his nails digging into the fur trying to pull himself upwards away from the centre of the pain. Fenir stilled himself, trying to gain control. He placed his hand on either side of the beautiful sub beneath him and slowly began to lick the side of his face, calming him and giving him time to adjust to the large intrusion. They both began to pant heavily as the sub's entrance began to relax around him. He withdrew slowly, inching himself out, before pushing himself back in. The sub threw is head back again but this time in pleasure as his sweet spot was brushed.

"Yes… please" he panting, moving his hands to clasp behind Fenir's head and winding his feet to rest again his backside. Fenir repeated his action but faster this time, pistoning his hips in and out with precision. The speed was building up, Harry's hips leaving the floor as they were held up by the big hands of his mate, allowing him leverage to thrust harder. The channel around Fenir began to clench as his mate started to loose control. He thrust harder enjoying the new tightness as he waited for the inevitable eruption. Harry screamed with his completion, spilling his load over his sweaty body. The walls surrounding him tightened further and it became too much bare. His vision exploded with white as he came with such force that his entire consciousness was focused solely on the feeling. His body dropped down and he barely had enough left in him to roll over to avoid crushing the now unconscious sub beneath him.

A/N this chapter didn't even exist on my original plan but now it is written I think it is very important for the development of Fenir's character and his relationship with Harry and his pack. I have started to include more about the other wolves in Fenir's pack, which I meant to do from the beginning but didn't really achieve. If lots of readers get confused about the other wolves and their relationships I will put a list on my author profile but I would rather it be in the story rather than a note.
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