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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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Melim picked up a second dish of meat from the fire. The days were getting shorter and it was now getting dark when they sat down to the meal. She fed the sub earlier these days to make sure she could get back to her tent before the sun had fully set. The sub didn't seem to mind and heartily ate his food, of course that could be because he was into his third month of pregnancy now and the baby was growing quickly. His stomach had started showing the tale tale bulge very early, about three weeks in, and now it was growing daily. She walked in, holding the two plates to find the sub lying on the bed as normal, rubbing his belly, humming softly. He looked over to the door and smiled.

"Hi Melim! How are you today?" Melim growled at him before striding over. He sat up and continued to smile, ignoring her cold greeting. She didn't know how the sub had found out her name, as far as she knew she was the only one who came in here apart from Maya and the Alpha, but he continued to use it no matter how cold or distant she was with him. She had maintained her silence with him, obeying her Alpha's command that first day to treat him as nothing, but the sub would chatter away to her, having his own one sided conversation about anything that was on his mind at the time, normally the child. She sat down on the chair and placed her food on the small table that had been placed beside it. The sub always preferred to sit on his bed to eat, with the soft furs beneath him. The hut had become a lot more hospitable in the past two months, now housing enough furniture to be slightly more comfortable than her tent, of course if she had had to choose between being locked away or a sparse tent, she chose the fresh air and forest any day. The sub had began to prattle again as he scooped up pieces of meat with his fingers.

"This food is lovely today, Melim, thank you very much for bringing it." He placed his hand on his stomach and giggled a little. "The babies thank you to! They are getting so flighty lately, you wouldn't believe! They do like their food though! Soon I am going to be so big…" Melim tuned out again, she tried not to get involved in his words, thinking it was easier for her to stay emotionless towards him. It was difficult though. He seemed so full of life and when he spoke about his children, he always used the plural, the connection he had with them seemed even stronger than the normal relationship between a sub and their unborn child. The way he spoke it was the like the child was already projecting their emotions, they would not normally be strong enough to do that until their fifth month, a few weeks before they were born. If they were projecting already that would mean that they were exceedingly powerful, it was more likely that the sub was going a little mad. He did show lots of signs, he had this happy way about him, like he didn't really understand what was going on, and was happy to live in whatever delusion he had conjured up for himself. Maybe some misguided hope that the Alpha would change his mind and he would be able to keep his child. Whatever the reason she tried not to get involved. However, if the sub's mental state was as weak as it appeared at the moment she might have to mention it to the Alpha. The sub had finished his meal and was continuing to chat away. Melim quickly finished the rest of her meal, attempting not to listen to the tranquil voice.

"I can't wait to see them but I can tell they are going to be a handful! I suppose twins always are, aren't they? Always having someone to help get them into mischief!" Twins? Again the question arose in Melim's mind. Was the sub crazy or was something else going on?

Melim left quickly, not acknowledging the cheery wave goodbye from the sub. Instead of returning to her tent as she normally would, she hurried back to the fire to see the Alpha. Most of the pack were still up, huddling close to the fire, though the pups had nodded off sometime ago, curled up in their mother's arms to stay warm. Melim hated when she had to speak, it was always like using a rusty tool, so she moved as close to the Alpha as she could.

"My Alpha, I need to speak with you." The pack fell quiet for her and Fenir took in her words.

"Is it the sub?" Melim nodded. Fenir gestured for them to go to the far side of the circle, trying to stay as close to the fire as possible. "Maya, if you could come?" Maya nodded and passed Pelim carefully on to Blue's lap, trying not to wake him. Melim waited until Maya had joined them before speaking, not wanting to repeat herself. "What has he done? Is he not eating properly, trying to hurt himself?" The Alpha looked worried but Melim shook her head.

"No, My Alpha, he is very well. Today he told me that he was baring twins."

Fenir's face warped slightly in shock. "Impossible! Are you sure he wasn't just saying 'they' or something? He has been doing that since he first conceived."

Melim shook her head. "No, My Alpha, he definitely said twins."

Fenir looked over at Maya for an explanation. "It is possible just look at how big he already is. We know that is powerful enough for it, he could easily be having two. In fact seeing as he knew he was pregnant almost as soon as he conceived it is not difficult to think that he could know that he had two inside him from then as well." Fenir still looked a little gobsmacked. "I will examine him in the morning and we shall see." Fenir nodded and Maya returned to her cub. Melim seized the opportunity.

"Alpha?" she said stopping him from leaving with Maya.

"Yes, Melim, was there something else?" Melim nodded and continued.

"i thought it best to tell you, Alpha. The sub acts strangely, he talks a lot about the cub, like it is his? I am worried that he doesn't understand, or he might be wrong in his head." Melim's face fell. She hated to think about what was going to happen in three short months, she remember the loss of her cubs well but to know that they were just beyond a wall you could not escape from, to hear them crying and not be able to go to them, that was torture. She tried not to think about it, not too care about the little sub, but at least if he was prepared it might be easier, maybe the bond would not be as strong. Fenir hung his head slightly. He understood her concern, he too had noticed the sub's strange attitude to the world around him.

“I will see to it. Return to the others.” Melim bobbed her head slightly, her duty done.

“Yes, Alpha.” She turned quickly and moved back towards the fire. Fenir moved swiftly towards the small hut on the far side. He tried to avoid it most of the time, and when he had to go in he tried to make sure that Maya was with him. The two times he had been in by himself he had barely managed to control himself, fighting the impossible urge to sweep his mate into his arms and lay him down on the bed, kissing his swollen stomach... Fenir shook his head, trying to banish the thoughts invading his mind. In his swift decision to breed with this sub he had never thought it would be this difficult, that the sub would become his mate, his match. As much as the rational part of his mind rejected the notion, the wild part, the passionate uncontrollable part of him rejoiced in desperately trying to break his control and right now it was doing little backflips. His mate was going to have twins, two little cubs. Multiple births were almost unheard of in werewolves, as conception depended so heavily on magical strength, especially in male subs. The amount of power it took not only to conceive two cubs but to also sustain them through the pregnancy was truly staggering, and his mate had achieved that.

Fenir pushed open the door to see his mate reclining on the small bed. His warm fur had fallen away, leaving his almost totally naked body open to the world. His eyes were closed peacefully, whilst his hand rubbed his swollen stomach gently. The fire in Fenir's belly exploded as waves of passion struck him. At that moment there was nothing else in the world but his mate and he could hold himself back no more. Fenir covered the room in a few fast steps, pulled away the scrap of fur and straddled the sub's legs. The sub's eyes flew open as a blast of cold air replaced the warm of the fur. There was a brief flash of fear inn his eyes before it was quickly replaced by lust as Fenir's passion was projected outwards. The sub moved his hands above his head and arched his neck backwards, leaving his body open and defenceless, he let out a small moan which destroyed any self controlled left in the alpha above him.

Fenir lent down, attacking the young sub's neck, whilst his hand moved to cup a growing breast. He ground his privates against his mate's causing him to moan continually as he was easily subdued into incoherence. Fenir reached down to the legs which had spread open to welcome him between them and slowly pushed a digit in. The mild lubrication the sub now produced was enough for a finger but more would need to be added as he added a second. A small vial of oil appeared in his hand, produced from a hiding place under the bed, and he swiftly removed the cap and began to stretch his mate's small opening. The sub pushed down on his fingers with abandon, fucking himself, moaning wantonly. Fenir's passion rose another notch and he could barely keep enough sense in his head to use a third finger on the thrusting sub. He managed two stabs before he was undone by the garbled pleading from his mate.

He pulled his fingers away quickly before replacing them with his thick, pulsating cock. The sub's back arched upwards as Fenir started a harsh, demanding pace, thrusting into him wildly. Fenir grabbed hold if the small sub's hips and lifted them up to get better leverage before lowering his face to suck on his burgeoning breasts. The added suction brought the sub's moans to fever pitch as he once again arch his back and let his orgasm overwhelm him. Fenir only managed one more thrust in to the tightening heat before he too exploded, throwing his head backwards and emptying himself into the body beneath him. He just managed to keep himself upright to make sure he didn't crush his pregnant mate, before moving to one side and collapsing next to him. He passed out quickly, not noticing the small body cuddling up to him.

The world was cold and dark when Fenir awoke. His brain took a few moments to realise that he was not in his hut and that he wasn't as cold as he should be. He looked down to see a small, messy head of hair curled up on his chest, breathing lightly. Fenir stayed completely still, his reactions and his mind dulled with sleep. The world slowed down for a moment as he observed the pure beauty asleep on him. He had never seen anything more angelic, more perfect, than the sub sleeping so peacefully, no force on earth could have made him disturb him. The same beauty, that only a few hours ago had driven him mad with lust, now only stirred in him a reverence and worship. Fenir almost whimpered as he slowly levered the sub back onto the bed, trying his best not to disturb him, and slowly extracted himself from the bed. The sub's face scrunched up as he snuggled into the warm patch Fenir had left behind.

Fenir looked down at him and, for perhaps the first time in three months, saw the truth. There was no way he could divorce himself from this. Every moment he spent with the sub his willpower broke down slightly, until eventually it would be no existent. He had to stay away, keep his distance until it would hopefully reverse itself. Fenir allowed himself one last look before he turned from the hut and left.

Harry awoke some time later
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