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I’m not a native speaker of English.

Thanks a lot to my betas, mrequecky, for correcting this chapter!

Dear readers,

I tried to move the story to threesome but it's not possible without loosing all the ratings and reviews. So I won't do it. The story is Fenrir/Hermione most of the part but at the beginning here I needed to describe Neville's experiences as well and as he is not with Hermione right now, I had to write those chapters were there is no Fenrir/Hermione. The later chapters will almost all contain Hermione or Fenrir and most likely both. You are right to say it would be better in the Threesome/Moresome category but I didn't knew the story would contain so much of Neville, Draco and Severus in the beginning. I just realized during writing that I enjoyed writing them as well. So I'm sorry that it now looks as if it is wrong. I again can just promise you that there will come a lot of Hermione/Fenrir in later chapters!! Please be patient with me.

AgainAndAgain

Characters: Hermione, Morgan, Amaris, Yorik, Fenrir, Severus, Ages, Roland, Miller

Sexual interactions: Yorik/Morgan, Roland/Morgan(non-con)

Warnings: slash, non-con/rape, D/s, slight BDSM/rough sex

Characters: Hermione, Morgan, Amaris, Yorik, Fenrir, Severus, Ages, Roland, Miller

Pairings: Yorik/Morgan, Roland/Morgan(non-con)

Warnings: slash, non-con/rape, D/s, slight BDSM/rough sex

Chapter 9 – Supper

Hermione had sat awkwardly between Morgan and Amaris and was trying to ignore the leering gazes Yorik was sending over to her. It seemed that nobody was really watching the show on TV, but still they were all pretending.

Amaris tried to talk with Hermione a few times, but gave up when she realized that the girl was too tense to talk openly. Morgan felt very uncomfortable. Yorik made him nervous. Fenrir's pack was a really odd and twisted one. Amaris and Yorik felt a lot for another, but only lived it out in the private rooms of Fenrir's pack. It was a bit of a taboo to be emotionally attached to another dominant. Sex was okay, but not love. Fenrir didn't care. He never cared much about any rules that he hadn't set up. Yorik never advanced on Amaris, because she was too bossy for his taste and he preferred very submissive and shy sex partners. That's why he was very unsatisfied at the moment. Tara was far from shy, she was demanding, and Yorik would not even touch her if she had a bag over her head and tape over her mouth. Draco was okay from time to time, but Yorik longed for a female sub. That made it so hard to just sit close to Hermione without being able to touch her. So his only alternative was Morgan. As long as he wasn't too forceful and rough, the weak dominant always was willing to have sex with him.

At the moment Yorik had the feeling he would explode. “I want to show you something.” He grabbed Morgan at the front of his shirt and pulled him up, in a very ungentle way.

“If you hurt him or force him, I will have your balls, Yorik,” Amaris warned. She had no problem sharing Morgan, but she never accepted it when Yorik was forceful with Morgan. She had no chance against the strong beta, but she could tell Fenrir, and Yorik knew that.

“Shut up, Omega,” he said to remind her of her place. The Omegas were the lower dominants of the pack. He pulled Morgan up the stairs a bit gentler than before. He opened his room and pushed Morgan into it by a hand on his bum. The moment they entered Yorik's hands were all over Morgan and his mouth was on his neck.

“I'm no sub, Yorik. If you bite me, I will fight you,” Morgan said, determined, and pushed Yorik away from his neck.

Yorik was annoyed, groaned and worked on opening Morgan's trousers. He was so frustrated that he didn't manage to open the belt.

Morgan sighed. “Let me do it, and undress yourself.”

The thankful smile on Yorik's face made Morgan feel all warm inside. He really liked the rough beta. Sometimes he could be so sweet. Morgan felt like he was Yorik's favorite sweet at the moment. The beta looked at him as if he had just opened the cookie jar for him.

Soon they both were lying naked on the bed. Yorik over Morgan, letting his hands wander roughly over Morgan's body. He grabbed Morgan's member a bit too harshly in his eagerness, but loosened his grip when the Omega winced. “Sorry, too frustrated,” he apologized and waited for Morgan's okay to go on.

“It's okay. Just try to slow down a bit.” Morgan thrust up to encourage Yorik to go on. He liked it rough, but not too rough. With Amaris, it was always sweet cuddle sex, and Yorik was able to satisfy Morgan's rougher side.

Yorik moaned and started to shower Morgan in kisses. His mouth was everywhere except for Morgan's groin. Blowjobs were something for submissives not a beta like Yorik. That didn't belittle Morgan's pleasure because Yorik's hands were very skilled, even though he only spit on his fingers before he shoved two of them in Morgan's entrance.

“Argh, I'm not a sub that gets his ass filled ten times a day, Yorik,” Morgan protested, but it was a weak protest, and he was already thrusting back on Fenrir's fingers, moaning.

“You like it rough, Morgan. We both know that, so don't deny it,” Yorik said against Morgan's lips and then kissed him roughly. That stopped all protest when Yorik shoved a third finger into Morgan. When the Omega was mewling and wriggling under him, Yorik finally placed Morgan on all four and lined his member up at Morgan's prepared hole.

When Morgan felt Yorik's member against his entrance, he knew immediately that it was only coated in precum. He tensed and tried to pull away, but Fenrir had a death-grip on his hip.

“Relax, we did this before, and you liked it. You just need to relax, come on, my little omega.” With that Yorik added pressure at Morgan's hole. He knew that Morgan loved to be dominated. Why that guy had become a dominant was beyond Yorik's imagination. So he knew he could add that kind of pressure and force in their sex games. They even had a safe-word. So if Morgan really wanted him to stop or lube his cock, he would say the safe-word and not just struggle a bit. Until now it had just been the game that they both enjoyed.

Morgan bit his lower lip when he felt Yorik's thick member enter him in an agonizing slow pace. He knew that if Yorik went faster he would damage him, but he trusted his beta, and he loved that rough play. He loved to give himself into Yorik's hands. He could speak the safe-word any time, but he felt no need for it. He liked the pain and burning the dry entering was causing. As long as he didn't rip it was okay, and Yorik knew exactly how far and fast he could go. Nevertheless the slow pace was agonizing and even though his mind was telling him it had to be slow, Morgan wriggled and whined and tried to push back to spear himself on Yorik's cock.

Yorik chuckled. “You are such a little slut, Morgan. You really would make a great sub.”

He was feeling so full; it was an amazing feeling combined with the slight burning. He wasn't starting to produce natural lubrication like a sub would do in a situation like that. It was only a defensive reaction of a sub's body. After a few dry thrusts, they automatically lubed themselves up to make it bearable. In the old times, subs hadn't been treated as nice and special as today. But back to Morgan. His pleasure depended of Yorik's experience, and experience the beta had. Panting he had locked his member into the beta to his balls. Slowly he started to rock Morgan fro and back, not moving his member, only their bodies. That movement made Yorik's balls slap against Morgan's and the Omega moaned. “Please move, Yorik.”

“Not now, my little slut.” He rocked them a few more times until he slowly started to draw out just a few inches. He chuckled when Morgan again wriggled to make him move. Then he pushed back in in the same agonizing slow pace. He repeated this until Morgan was almost crying out of frustration. Finally he took pity and started to fuck Morgan first in a slow pace to make him get used to it, and then he pushed Morgan's upper body down with one of his big hand between Morgan's shoulder blades. “Yes! You are so hot, my little slut. I love to hear my balls slap against yours and your hot dry channel sucking me in.”

Morgan moaned loudly. He loved it when Yorik was all dominant and talked naughtily. “Oh, please Yorik!”

“Please what?”

“Please make me come! Let me touch myself!”

“No, you will come just by my dick in your ass.”

Morgan knew that Yorik wouldn't allow him to touch himself, but it never failed its effect and made Yorik try to hid Morgan's prostate with every thrust and not only with every second or third to prolong the act.

Morgan felt the pressure in his balls and member become more and more, and finally he spurted all over Yorik's bed, moaning helplessly. He would have fallen over completely exhausted if Yorik hadn't still had a good grip on his hips. A few more thrusts and Yorik was groaning while he pumped his cum into the Omega. Then he collapsed sidewards to not crush Morgan and drew him against his chest.

Morgan enjoyed the seldom affection from his beta. Amaris never believed him when he told her about Yorik being the cuddler after sex.

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“Calm down, Hermione. Yes, they will have sex now, and they both want it, believe me.”

Hermione stared in disbelieve at Amaris.

The woman smiled at her. “Really, Hermione. You made our stupid beta all tensed up, and Morgan will love to take some tension away from him. Why don't you tell me all the question that are in your bright mind. We are alone now, and I'm sure you want to know a lot.”

Hermione sighed, Amaris was very kind, and she really had a lot of questions. “I don't really understand this whole pup thing. Why does anyone think I'm one?”

“You smell like one,” Amaris replied dryly.

“And what does it mean that I'm a pup?”

“It means that you can influence the most powerful dominants in the clan, and you can bribe a lot of high dominants of other clans to cooperate with us if you choose to. A pup doesn't just want to pleasure dominants sexually like a super sub or normal sub. Pups worry about the well being of the whole clan. Therefore they feel attracted to the most powerful ones. Those who rule, lead and take care of the members of the clan. By being involved with them, a pup has big influence. Sometimes the dominants even listen to a pup's ideas and opinion in things regarding decisions about the clan, about war, about peace contracts, about trades, about almost everything. It depends on the pup's intelligence and will to interfere. The head beta says you are very intelligent.” Amaris eyed Hermione. The girl had calmed down while she had been talking to her and something was alight in her eyes that hadn't been there before.

“But I have to have sex with them.”

“You will want to have sex with them, Hermione. Your wolf side knows that werewolves have a big sex drive. Only when they are satisfied, they can think clearly and rationally. Two features you need to lead a clan and take care of all the needs of the clan.”

Was it a price she was willing to pay for still having the possibility to live? She looked around and her eyes fell on the books, and she remember Amaris words in the bathroom. “Will I be allowed to read books or can I even work?”

“Of course you can read books. We even have a small library beside the lounge. I can show it to you tomorrow. I'm not sure if Fenrir would want you to work. Normally submissives don't work, they don't feel the urge to. They prefer to live a carefree life and just have fun. Fenrir never cares about rules that aren't his, so you need to ask him about it, but I would advice you to wait until you have changed for the first time. If you survive the changing you will be a full pup and will feel all the urges. If you still want to work then, ask Fenrir and I'm sure he will let you just to make you happy. Before it won't make sense to ask him because he will say that you are fighting against your wolf. That will just make him angry.”

“My wolf?”

“Yes, until now you have not been one with your wolf side. It's as if you two are two separated persons. It's important that you allow the wolf to take over before your first changing. Otherwise you will die. We don't want to loose you, Hermione.”

“I don't understand all of this. I don't feel different in any way. Only when Fenrir bit me.”

“I hope you feel it soon. You have just two weeks.” Amaris looked away to not let Hermione see her worry.

“What would make me get one with my wolf?”

That made Amaris look at Hermione hopefully. “You need to do what your wolf would like. That's not as easy as it is with super subs or normal subs, because only your wolf knows which people she things are worth your attention. If you felt good when Fenrir bit you, your wolf would want you to mate with him. That could be the first step in the right direction. You need to control your mind. Push it back and let your feelings rule you. They will tell you what to do.”

“But I feel scared, and I don't want sex with anyone.”

“You smelled like sex when you came out of Fenrir's room with him.”

Hermione blushed. “We just... we...”

“At least you said we and not he. That means you were involved in the whole thing and enjoyed it, right?”

“I did, but I am still very scared. I don't think I'm ready to have sex. I know I'm off age, but I just don't feel ready for it.”

“Your mind doesn't feel ready for it, pup, not your body. You reacted well to Fenrir's touches if I interpret your blushing and your smell correctly. That means your body wants his attention. Just try to relax and feel. You will help your wolf to take over that way. Also eat a lot. You are very weak and skinny. You need energy for your changing. It's your only choice to survive, Hermione,” Amaris said seriously.

Hermione didn't know if she really wanted to live like this. It didn't sound so bad anymore, now that she had the hope that she would still be able to read, maybe work and have some influence. Still she would always be the sub or better pup. The one that only got heard when the dominants decided that she was worthy enough to be heard. Could she live like that, being submissive and relaying on others? The door burst open, and she was interrupted in her thoughts. Her heart made a stupid jump when she saw Fenrir coming over to them. She wanted to fall in his arms, lay her head against his chest and hear his heartbeat. Amaris' words repeated themselves again and again in Hermione's mind. 'Feel not think.' Her feelings told her she was safe and happy with Fenrir, and to her embarrassment wanted to be intimate with him. Was that the wolf in her? Again her thoughts were interrupted; this time by Fenrir's lips on hers.

“We need to go to the dining room. Supper is served,” he said when he let go of her lips. He turned to Amaris. “Where are the others?”

Amaris grinned. “Upstairs, cuddling if what Morgan always tells me is right.” Oh, it was so wrong to tell Fenrir about Morgan's intimate confessions about Yorik, but Amaris wasn't in Fenrir's weird pack for nothing. So she grinned when Fenrir growled frustratedly and stormed up the stairs.

“That's the fun part of being a member in Fenrir's pack,” Amaris said, grinning at Hermione.

All of them reminded Hermione of some crazy Hippie commune. A group of outsiders with crazy ideas and attitudes towards life. She couldn't stop feeling happy and safe here. Even with Yorik. The man had been very kind and sweet in the bathroom.

They could hear a splashing sound, screams and growling from upstairs. Shortly after that a naked and dripping Morgan came down the stairs with Fenrir in tow. “I need my clothes, Fenrir,” Morgan whined pitifully.

From upstairs still came growling and now some loud thuds as well.

“You were feeling quite alright when you were naked a few minutes ago, so why not go to supper like this. I'm sure a lot of dominants will enjoy the view.”

“I'm sorry, Fenrir,” Morgan whined again. He jolted every time the thudding sound came from upstairs again. Fenrir had locked Yorik in his room because of his refusal to speak with him.

Fenrir rolled his eyes. “Sometimes you are really stupid, Morgan. I'm not mad at you. I want you out of our punching zone. So you will stay down here until I say something different. You can go to supper with the women, if you want.” He let his eyes roam over Morgan's body. The omega was really trying to hide his genitals. First Fenrir was confused about it, but then he remembered Hermione. Obviously Morgan wasn't comfortable with her being around right now. “You can take some of my clothes.” He gestured with his head down the stairs to his room. “Leave as soon as possible, and don't let the pup out of sight.” The last part, he said to Amaris. One last look at Hermione, and he slowly stepped up the stairs to his furious beta.

Morgan quickly ran down to Fenrir's room and looked for some clothes that at least wouldn't look too ridiculous on him. Their bodies were too different to make this possible, and so Amaris laughed heartily when she saw him come up in Fenrir's ripped jeans and a shirt that was two sizes too big for him. She even overpowered the bellowing from upstairs.

Amaris quickly sobered and said, “Let go! The pup is already worrying too much about the crazy behavior of our alpha and beta again.” She pulled Hermione up, and they quickly left the small flat. “You don't have to worry about them Hermione. They always try to find a reason to fight. I don't know why they like it so much. Maybe they inwardly feel attracted to each other but don't dare to jump the other.”

“Amaris,” Morgan said, shocked. One day that woman would be in a lot of trouble for her loose tongue.

“What? Who knows. I think they would give a great couple. Just imagine them fighting for dominance in sex. I think they would never actually come to the part of penetration.” Amaris laughed about her own thoughts.

It was very odd to listen to them speaking so openly about sex. That was something Hermione needed to get used to first.

“Nice clothes, Morgan,” Roland, who just passed them, said and grabbed Morgan's bum. “Did your alpha rip your clothes in his passion and now you need to wear his?”

Morgan sneered at Roland and pushed his hand away. He didn't have the protection the subs had. No dominant beside the ones of his pack would come to help him if Roland would get more forceful. Amaris was no match to Roland, and Fenrir and Yorik were busy with fighting each other. So Morgan didn't know what to do when Roland grabbed the hand he had just used to get rid of Roland's hand on his bum, and turned him face first against the next wall. Quickly Roland's hand passed the oversize waistband of Fenrir's jeans and grabbed for Morgan's flaccid member. Morgan whimpered when Roland roughly pulled at his genitals in hope to get him hard.

Amaris grabbed Hermione's arm and guided her away. “We need to go!”

“What? We can't leave him alone! He needs our help. You need to help him, Amaris!”

“I can't help him, Hermione. Roland has every right to beat me if I interfere and then you are unprotected. I need to make sure you are safe before I can search for help.”

Meanwhile Roland had pulled harshly at Fenrir's jeans and they dropped down around Morgan's knees.

Morgan was stiff from angst when he felt Roland still pump his flaccid member and his other hand shove two fingers into him. It wasn't safe like with Yorik, this was real rape, and he was too weak to fight it. The other dominants couldn't help him because the codex forbid it. He could only hope that someone was informing Ages.

Unfortunately there wasn't much time. The hand on his penis was giving up its effort of getting him hard and was now busy with opening Roland's trousers. Soon Morgan felt the familiar member at his entrance. It wasn't the first time. Roland had every right to attack him physically or sexually because he was a dominant and no submissive. Morgan had wished not only once that he were a sub. He sobbed when he felt the thick head of Roland's member enter him brutally. Far away he could here Hermione's screams. Maybe they would alert the head alpha or Fenrir. And that they did. Morgan heard a loud crushing sound behind him and two bodies hid the ground beside Morgan. Yorik had tackled the other dominant with that much force that he had flown six feet. Now he was crushing him with his weight and started to punch Roland bloody.

Fenrir scanned the hall and saw Hermione tight in Amaris embrace. She was safe. Then he turned to Morgan and turned him around and sniff him all over. “Are you in pain?”

“It's okay,” Morgan said miserably and tried to pull his jeans up. Unfortunately Fenrir felt the urge to look directly in Morgan's eyes, and so he held him too straight up for Morgan to reach his jeans. Ashamed, he looked away from his alpha. “I'm sorry.”

“For what? That this fucking asshole with no self-control attacked you? You are one of my pack, and nobody attacks one of my pack without paying for it. You should know that by now. I smell blood on you and your dick looks red. Let Miller check this over.” With that he finally let go of Morgan and went over to Yorik who was still punching into Roland. A quick scan of the room made Fenrir realize that the head beta and the head alpha were close by but weren't interfering – for now. He saw Miller push past him to get over to Morgan.

“Stop it, Yorik!” Fenrir bellowed so loud that it could even be heard on the first floor.

Yorik paused, but still held his fist up, breathing heavily.

“Don't even think about disobeying me.” He grabbed Yorik at his neck and pulled him off Roland. The beaten man didn't move, but he was still conscious. “Go over to Morgan and help Miller.”

Yorik stumbled over to Morgan, but still turned a few times in hope Fenrir would beat Roland more. He wasn't disappointed when Fenrir kicked Roland harshly in his side.

Fenrir saw Ages move closer out of the corner of his eyes, but Severus' didn't. That meant he still had time to make a point with Roland. He leaned down and grabbed the front of Roland's shirt. “I warned you once that you are not allowed to attack any of my pack. If you ever do this again, especially in front of my pup, you are dead. No head alpha will be able to safe you then.” He saw Severus move in his direction now. The beta was pushing himself in front of Ages to signal him that he would take care of this, and Ages relaxed. Fenrir waited and fought against the urge to close his hand over Roland's throat to squeeze it tight.

Severus was directly behind Fenrir now. A hand was placed on Fenrir's shoulder. “Let him go, alpha Fenrir. Justice for the attack on one of your pack members is served.”

Fenrir growled and gave Roland a last shove when he let go of his shirt. He bared his teeth and growled deeply while Severus was pulling him up.

Severus looked disgustedly at Roland. It was so low to force himself on someone even if it was a dominant. “I think you should calm your pup,” he said to Fenrir and gestured at the shaking form in Amaris' arms.

I really hope you all are still with me, even so you still have to wait for some Fenrir/Hermione action.
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