Mate of My Desire
FenrirxHermione
Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters from the franchise. That honor belongs to JK Rowling
Mate of My Desire
Chapter 25
It was the day of the full moon, and Hermione found that she was nervous, absolutely nervous. That nervous energy had been with her from the moment she woke up from her slumber that morning. She couldn't help it, though, for that night, she and Fenrir would become one. They would have sex for the first time, make love, mate, and then he would turn her into a werewolf. Her life was going to change forever after tonight. But one thing was for certain, and that would was that she would be Fenrir's mate in true.
She tried to distract herself as best as she could during the daytime. She had read some of her books from her collection, had watched television, and had even gone over some documents for her internship at the Ministry. A pleasant distraction had arrived in the form of Harry and Luna, the two of them arriving at her flat for a visit. During this visit, Hermione got to learn that Harry and Luna were very happy in their dating life, and that Harry hadn't realized that Luna was the one for him since the beginning of their friendship.
"It honestly caught me by surprise," Harry had said. "But we just click, always have since first meeting. I don't know why I didn't see it then."
"You just needed time to see it," Luna had told him with her serene smile.
They had stayed with her for about two hours before taking their leave, wishing her 'good luck' for later that night. Hermione thanked them, seeing them out as they left. And like they had said, she hoped her luck would be good that night.
By the time seven o' clock rolled around that evening, Hermione began getting ready, though she wasn't really sure how she should. For the most part, she just wanted to be fresh for whatever was to come, though she already knew. She would have taken a bath, but she didn't have that much time, so she instead took a nice, hot shower to help relax her nerves. Once she had done that, she dried off and put on a clean pair of knickers, followed by a pair of jeans, and a bra and tank top. She briefly wondered if she should pull her hair back or put it in a French braid, but thought better of it and left it down, her curls framing her face. No sooner had she deemed herself ready, a knock sounded at her door. Fenrir had arrived to pick her up.
Looking at the clock on her nightstand, she saw that it read eight o' clock. Taking a deep breath, she pocketed her wand and left her bedroom, walking through her flat to the front door. Opening it, she greeted Fenrir with a smile, amused at finding him standing there in a pair of jeans and boots, yet no shirt on his upper body. Looking him over, she asks, "No shirt? You know people will look at you funny if they see you like this, don't you?"
Fenrir grinned and replied, "It's not needed, mate. Besides, this is normal in the pack. Are you ready?"
Hermione stepped outside her flat, closing the door and locking it before turning back to her lover. "Ready."
Nodding, Fenrir took hold of her hand and looked around for a moment to make sure there were no lurking Muggles before Disapparating away. They landed moments later in a clearing with a going bonfire, the clearing where Fenrir's pack resided for the time being. The pack instantly looked at them upon their arrival, and all moved to once again welcome Hermione into their pack. Many told her of how excited they were that she was going to be a permanent member of their fold after tonight, while others were more excited for to her be their new Alpha Female, though they had never had one before. Hermione, while slightly overwhelmed, was happy with her welcome, though could not help being embarrassed when asked about future cubs by the female werewolves.
After making their rounds, Fenrir led her away from the others deeper into the woods, holding her hand as he led her through the dark of the brush. They soon came upon an old cabin in another, yet smaller clearing. Besides the cabin, there laid out in the clearing was a gingham blanket, along with a picnic basket. As she stared at it, Fenrir murmured to her, "I thought a picnic dinner would be nice for us."
"It's lovely," Hermione responded, allowing the Alpha werewolf to lead her to the blanket. They sat down on it and Fenrir began emptying the basket, taking out bags of crisps, along with cooked meat for them to eat. The meat was deer that he had caught fresh that morning just for this occasion. He had made sure to have them cooked, knowing his mate wouldn't eat raw or rare meat—yet, of course; hers was medium-well while his was medium-rare. To drink he had gotten them bottles of ale to wash their dinner down with, as well as Butterbeer for something a bit sweeter should Hermione want it.
As they ate, they talked to each other about this and that, laughing and enjoying each other's presence. Fenrir asked Hermione how her internship with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, to which she told him things were going swimmingly. If she was lucky, she'd be offered a permanent position within the department, to which Fenrir told her they'd be silly not to. Hermione asked Fenrir more about pack life, and how it was different than being alone as a werewolf. He described it as a big family and having companionship, not being alone during one's transformation, especially if they were young. He told her he had invited Lupin several times to join him and his pack, but he had always refused, and knew he definitely wouldn't now with a wife and cub of his own, but he was alright with that. So long as his cub was happy with his life, then he was okay with it. While conversing, the two of them also fed each other pieces of deer and crisps, Hermione giggling as her mate would nip her fingers when she fed him.
Soon they finished their dinner and Fenrir packed the empty cups and plates back into the basket, as well as the empty crisp bags. As he did, the brunette could not help but stare at him, finding him so enduring to see him do something so simply domestic. Gosh, he really was exquisite in his own right, and he was all hers; she really did love this man.
Feeling her gaze on him, Fenrir looked at her and smiled before it slipped from his face. Turning to her, he said, "Hermione, I have to ask you something."
"Yes?" she responded.
"How are you really feeling about all this? Concerning our mating and you getting the Mate Mark, I mean."
Hermione blinked at him for a moment before answering, "I've told you before, and I'll say it again to reassure you: I am ready. I will admit, I still feel somewhat nervous about tonight, and am scared about becoming a werewolf. But I do know that I love you and want to be with you. All I want is you and am willing to accept your Mating Bite and wear your Mate Mark. So, I'm ready, Fenrir; I love you."
Fenrir smiles at her lovingly and replies, "I love you too."
Not wasting a moment, Fenrir held the back of her head gently with one hand and brought her lips to his, kissing her sweetly. Hermione sighed into the kiss and kissed him in return, her body full of pleasant tingles as she did. Their kisses soon turned passionate and lustful yet were still completely love-filled. Their hands touched and groped one another, Hermione holding on tightly to the muscular man as she let him devour her mouth. One kiss caused her to moan, and she fell back on the gingham blanket, pulling Fenrir with her so he was on top.
Pulling away, Fenrir dropped one more kiss to her lips before grabbing hold of the bottom of her tank top, tugging it up her body and over her head. Moving to work on her jeans, he peppered kisses from her covered breasts down her stomach to her naval. Hermione sighed in pleasure as he pulled her jeans off, her own hands moving to work on unbuttoning and unzipping his own jeans. She pushed them down his hips, moaning at the sight of his erect manhood, as he was not wearing any underwear and had gone commando. Biting her lip, she grasped it in her hand, delighting in his pleasured groan as she felt his thick girth, stroking it as he thrust a bit into her hand. Batting her hand away, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her knickers and pulled them down her slim legs and off her body, revealing to him her bare, wet center. Licking his lips at the sight, he opened her legs and bent his head down between them, taking a deep breath in as he smelled her. Hermione watched him as she panted, her brown eyes blown with lust. A gasp of pleasure escaped her throat when Fenrir gave her lower lips a long, sensual lick before eating her out, lapping at her cunt while she cried out in pure ecstasy. Sitting up slightly, she reached behind her to unhook her bra and take it off, throwing it to the side before placing a hand on the back of Fenrir's head, the other going to cover her mouth. Knowing she was trying to keep those wonderful noises down, he reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling it down from her mouth just as she gave a hard suck to her clit. Hermione cried out once again, gasping as she began to tense up from the pleasurable action being bestowed upon her. After what felt like too soon, she came on Fenrir's tongue, climaxing as he continued to lick her through her orgasm.
Pleased that he was able to get his mate to come undone with his tongue, Fenrir sat up and grinned down at her flushed face. He finished taking off his jeans as she caught her breath, then bent down to kiss her once more as he moved between her legs. Wrapping them around his waist, he asked huskily, "Ready?"
Looking up at him with heady eyes, she nodded and whispered, "Please."
Nodding, Fenrir positioned his cock at her entrance and gently pushed in, groaning in ecstasy at the euphoric feeling of being inside her, her wrapped around him so perfectly. It felt like coming home, like two puzzle pieces fitting together just right. Yes, Hermione Granger was definitely his mate, fated to be his, the mate he had desired for so long. He allowed her to adjust for a moment before he began moving, thrusting in and out of her, their moans and groans of pleasure filling the air around them. The possibility of his pack hearing their mating was high, but he did not care; privacy in the pack was little to none, anyway. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss before letting go. Panting into his mouth, she breathed out, "More, faster."
Not needing to be told twice, Fenrir began moving faster inside of her, her pleasured cries music to his ears. His instincts beginning to take over, he turned her over onto her hands and knees and thrusted into her even faster, the way a wolf would mate another. Through her pleasured haze, Hermione knew this position had to be instinctual for Fenrir, but she couldn't say she wasn't enjoying herself. This knew angle was providing more pleasure than she had been feeling originally. They moved faster together, both chasing climax that was just within reach. Just above them, peeking out behind the clouds in the sky, the moon shown at its height, full and beautiful. Feeling the height of the full moon, Fenrir's bright blue eyes zeroed in on the junction of his mate's neck, and with one final thrust into her cunt, he bit down in that spot. Hermione let out a cry of pain and pleasure as she came, Fenrir doing the same with her.
Releasing his teeth's hold on her, Fenrir held her close as her body shook from her orgasm, as well as the fact that he had performed the Mating Bite. He kissed her neck and the bite before licking over it, sealing the bite wound. The bite glowed gold for a moment before the glow disappeared, leaving behind a swollen, yet semi-healed mark on Hermione; it was the Mate Mark. Hermione turned her head to look up him, smiling tiredly before pressing her lips to him in a soft kiss. It was done, she was now his mate in true.
Above them, the full moon peeked through the canopy of trees, its moonbeams shining through until they hit the couple. The moment those beams of moonlight hit Hermione, she gasped as her body tensed up, a painful feeling going throughout her body. She grasped onto Fenrir, crying out as he held her, soothingly talking to her as the bones of her body began to grow and reshape, breaking and crunching to change from human to lupine features. She could feel her nails growing, her face elongating, her teeth lengthening, and fur sprouting from her skin. Oh, it was so painful! And yet, Fenrir continued to hold her and talk her through the transformation, him holding off his own to help her. In what felt like a blink of an eye, Hermione was fully transformed, a new werewolf.
Fenrir gazed upon his mate, completely transfixed at what a beautiful wolf she made. She was on the small side, as he had expected her to be, and her fur was the same shade of brown as her hair; even the texture of her fur was curly, just like her natural curls. She looked around a bit before her beautiful brown eyes landed on him, recognition in them instantly. Knowing everything was alright, he grunted as he no longer held off his transformation and changed from man to wolf, a large specimen to signify that he was Alpha. Hermione looked at the large, brown wolf standing in front of her, a silver stripe down its back catching the light of the moon. A deep feeling of pride grew within her as seeing her mate in all his glory. There was something almost majestic about Fenrir in this form, and she felt proud knowing she got to call him hers.
Stepping up to her, Fenrir pressed his muzzle against hers, nuzzling her lovingly before licking her head. He then nudged her a bit with his snout, urging her to begin walking around a bit. Hermione did so clumsily at first, but soon got the hang of it with Fenrir's encouragement. However, she soon felt her newfound instincts beginning to take over. She could hear and smell everything around her and a bit beyond. Her new animalistic instincts overcoming her, she pranced around Fenrir for a moment before turning in a circle, almost chasing her tail, before looking up at Fenrir and barking at him. Fenrir let out a huff—he was laughing at her—before turning towards the moon in the sky. Throwing his head back, he let out a howl, the sound followed by nearby howls from his pack. He did it once more, and this time Hermione joined in, howling at the moon with her mate and the others.
They howled together once more before Fenrir walked towards the edge of the cabin clearing, looking back at her and tilting his head. Hermione walked up to him and nuzzled his neck before Fenrir took off into a run, Hermione right beside of him. And the two of them ran off into the night together under the cover of trees and the full moon.