Apologies for the super lateness.
I hope this makes up for it? o.O
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Mating Under the New Moon
"Wake up, pup," muttered a heated voice in Harry's ear. The first thing Harry realised was that he was no longer on Fenrir's chest, but on the grass. Harry opened his eyes immediately and looked up to find Fenrir's face looming above his; he didn't look too pleased.
"You sleep like the dead," the man groused. "Been trying to wake you for ages. Now come on, the moon's out. We have to start."
Harry didn't say anything. He just sat up slowly and tried to control his breathing at the thought of what was to come.
"Give me a moment," Harry whispered after a long silence.
"There's no time, c'mon," said Fenrir gruffly. He hoisted Harry up from the grass before turning and disappearing into the cave.
Harry glanced up at the sky and gazed at the near-invisible slither of moon that was watching over the forest. What would the mating really be like? Would it hurt or would he enjoy it? Fenrir had said he would love it, but was that just to quell Harry's fear? He shivered slightly and, with a heavy sigh, walked determinedly into the cave. When he reached the make-do bed he stopped and looked around for the naked man.
"Uh, Fenrir?" he called nervously.
"Mmm, I like the way you say my name," whispered a voice in his ear.
Harry jumped violently but, before he could turn round to face his mate, Fenrir had wrapped one arm around Harry's waist, the other firmly yet tenderly clasped over his throat. His mouth latched onto Harry's neck, sucking harshly. Harry squirmed and shivered and he felt his knees buckle at the pleasure that was being inflicted around his neck area. Vaguely Harry felt himself being guided toward the bed and was gently pushed down so he was laying on his front. Clearly Fenrir wasn't going to hang about.
"What a pretty body my cub has," murmured Fenrir, who was leaning over Harry's bare back now. Wasting no time, he licked a long trail up and down the boy's spine before grating his teeth between the boy's sharp shoulder blades. Again Harry gave one of his shudders and Fenrir smirked; this boy was so obviously untouched it was adorable.
"Do you like my tongue, boy?" he growled, and licked just above the seam of Harry's underwear.
Harry groaned and he felt his cock twitch at the sensual pleasures being inflicted on his back.
"Was that a yes?" Fenrir pushed. "I'll continue if you say yes."
Harry buried his face in the fur beneath him. If he said no Fenrir would stop, and Harry didn't want that whatsoever seeing as the next part would be the actual mating. But saying yes, what would that make him? A loyal mate or a desperate, sexually-deprived animal?
"Answer me, pup," Fenrir ordered, and his tongue poked underneath Harry's underwear, licking along the top of his cleft. It was such a strange but pleasurable feeling that Harry realised he truly wanted more.
"Hahhh... Yesss, please," he mewled.
"Good." A loud ripping sound made Harry jump and he realised – from the feeling of cool air hitting his bum cheeks – that Fenrir had torn his underwear.
At the sight of the two pale globes, Fenrir felt his cock ache even more. He grabbed them with his rough hands and squeezed hard, which brought a whimper to Harry's mouth. He licked his lips before croaking out, "On your knees, pup, c'mon, get up."
Shakily the boy pushed himself up so he was kneeling, his ass waggling shamelessly in the air.
"Mmm, fuck," muttered Fenrir, slapping one of the soft round cheeks playfully. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he licked all the way down through the boy's cleft.
"AH!" cried Harry. Never, ever had he experienced anything that felt so good. Since when was his ass so sensitive?
Fenrir lapped at the boy's cleft, his tongue licking every crevice he could reach; after all, the spit was going to be the only lubricant the boy was getting, due to the healing powers it possessed. After his fair share of licking Harry's ass, he rolled onto his back and slid underneath the boy's crotch. Now he was gazing up at his cub's cock, which was stiff and dripping with pre-cum, practically begging Fenrir to take it into his mouth. Eagerly, he pulled it down and into his mouth where he sucked at it hungrily.
"Oh," said Harry softly, his legs shaking threateningly beneath him as he felt a warm, deep, moist cavern enclose round his aching member. "F-Fenrir..."
Fenrir growled around the cock in his mouth – he fucking loved hearing his cub say his name – and continued to suck at the cock, hoping it would make Potter cry out his name again.
Harry groaned at the sensation of the rumbling feeling round his cock and he unconsciously bucked his hips further into Fenrir's mouth. He could feel his face burning at the wanton sounds that were escaping his lips, not to mention the shameful movements his body was making. When Fenrir slid out from beneath him and the cool air hit his exposed cock, he let out a whine that he had convinced himself was not to do with the loss he felt. Fenrir wasn't fooled though.
"You like my mouth, don't you?" he said huskily. "You like feeling my tongue around your cock and up your ass, hmm?"
No, was what Harry wanted to say. Saying yes would make you sound like a... a whore, for Merlin's sake!
But that warm, wet feeling round his most sensitive areas... it had felt so good... so right...
"YES! Please, Fenrir, yes!" he sobbed out pitifully, hating himself for sounding so pathetic.
"Good, because you're gonna need my mouth more than ever now," Fenrir whispered. "My spit's the only lube you're gonna get." He was growing impatient, as was his leaking cock. Without any further ado, he gathered a pool of spit in his mouth before spitting directly at his cub's pucker.
Harry let out another groan and writhed at the wetness round his hole. He was quite scared that the only thing to ease Fenrir's penetration was going to be the man's saliva, but for some reason a part of him told him not to worry, that Fenrir would take care of him.
With one hand Fenrir stroked his neglected shaft, whilst with the other he pressed a finger to the boy's entrance and spat on the hole one last time before pushing his finger in slowly. He heard his pup grunt at the invasion but he didn't stop; that wouldn't ease the penetration at all. He just pushed his finger in further before stopping and letting the boy adjust to having something in his ass. After Harry had stopped his fidgeting and mumbling, Fenrir wriggled the finger around and, while doing so, he felt just exactly how tight the boy was. Hazily and mentally he thanked the moon for blessing him with a virgin mate.
Harry was holding in his choked cries; the feeling of Fenrir's finger inside of him was strange. It had hurt at first when the thick finger had breached his ring of muscle, especially when the man's sharp nails grated at his walls, but now it just felt... odd, particularly when the man moved his finger that little bit deeper inside. However, before Harry could think another thought, he felt another finger forcing its way in. This time it hurt a hell of a lot more and he couldn't help but let out a whimper of discomfort as his hole was stretched. Fenrir must have known what that meant because the next thing Harry felt were the two fingers being removed – which burnt like hell – before more spit was slapped on round his hole. Again there was the feeling of the fingers worming their way inside, but – thank Merlin – this time it didn't hurt as much, what with the added 'lubricant'.
After getting a second finger into the boy's tight ass Fenrir scissored them slightly, hoping to stretch the firm hole as softly as possible. His make-do lube must really be working, for Harry didn't cry out when he stretched them further. The only time a noise escaped Harry's mouth was when Fenrir pushed his fingers in further where he must have brushed against the heavenly bundle of nerves that made up Harry's prostate.
"Gods!" Harry breathed, as something brilliant sparked inside him. What the hell was that? He didn't have time to think on it as Fenrir pushed his fingers further in and that beautiful feeling deep inside him was lit up again.
Fenrir grinned toothily as he felt Harry shake when his fingers found Harry's g-spot. "Mmm, first you like my mouth, now my fingers?" he purred.
Harry didn't really hear the man; he just knew that he wanted that feeling again so, involuntarily, he threw his hips back into Fenrir's hand.
Now that the pain and discomfort had obviously subsided, Fenrir felt more confident in moving his fingers around in the boy's ass. So, when he felt Harry move backwards into his fingers, he pushed them forwards even more before pulling them back, and pushing back in again. He continued to fuck Harry with his fingers until the boy was sweating and trembling all over. He loved the sight before him, his pup in heat from mere fingers, but he knew if he continued Harry would probably get too close to the edge and cum there and then. No, he wanted Harry's first orgasm to be from his cock buried inside the boy.
He pulled his fingers out and placed his rock hard cock over Harry's crack, where he slowly started to rut, sliding his dick through the line dividing the two cheeks. He panted, feeling much like the animal in heat he was.
Harry shuddered at the feeling of the man's member sliding in between his crack, but he kept his lips pressed together tightly; he didn't trust himself to open his mouth in case some sort of embarrassing, deprived noise would escape. What was this man turning him into?
Finally Fenrir stopped his rutting; he didn't want to cum yet and he was very nearly on the edge. No, now it was time for the real mating to begin.
"I'm gonna enter you in a bit," Fenrir said huskily as he leant over Harry's back so he could talk into Harry's ear. "Got that, cub?"
Harry grimaced and held in a sob. That thought was terrifying. "Uh huh," he panted, his hair dripping with sweat. Fenrir reached over the boy's head and pushed the hair back off his forehead, before his hand travelled down to Harry's mouth.
"Suck on my fingers," he demanded. Harry was hesitant to comply but when the thick fingers brushed his lips he had no choice but to let them into his mouth. He then wrapped his tongue around them, caressing the pads of the man's chunky fingers and coating them with his saliva. He continued to lap at them before Fenrir pulled them out, bringing a string of saliva out from Harry's mouth in the process. Harry cringed; what must he look like?
Fenrir coated his cock with the spit on his fingers from Harry's mouth, before spitting on it with his own lubricant. He then spread Harry's cheeks so the little pucker winked up at him. He pressed himself against the boy's hole and, in one slow thrust, sheathed himself, inch by inch, inside his mate.
Immediately Harry let out a howl of distress; damn, Fenrir's rod was huge. Although the spit was preventing most of the pain, he could still feel the walls of his ass stretching uncomfortably as well as his hole being forced apart to allow such a large monster inside.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow," he continued to mutter. "P-please, Fen... it hurts..."
Fenrir just about managed to pull himself out from the sated state he was in to hear his pup voicing his pain. So, instead of moving in any further, he stopped, hoping that Harry would adjust to his girth.
"I'll wait for you," Fenrir muttered, wrapping his arms around his little pup's trembling body. "Tell me when to move."
Harry choked on a sob before saying, ever so quietly, "I don't want it."
A minute ago, Harry had felt brilliant; Fenrir's fingers hitting his spot had felt great, but now... now all he could focus on was the feeling of his ass being stretched and his insides being torn.
Fenrir tried to ignore the strange pain in his heart, but hearing his mate claiming to not want this... it pulled at heartstrings he never knew he had. He drew in a deep breath before reaching the decision that he had to get to Harry's prostate soon, or Harry would probably start begging him to stop. So, with half-hearted lust, he pushed further into the boy's unsuspecting ass. Harry cried out even louder than the first time and he sobbed harder. However, the more Fenrir forced his way in, the quieter the cries became. Finally, it seemed that Harry was no longer moaning in pain, but in some sort of pleasure.
"How is it?" Fenrir rasped. "Tell me, cub, I need to know!"
Harry took several deep breaths before gasping out, "Hurts... but good. It's good."
Fenrir let out a sigh of relief before looking at the sight before him. He'd waited so fucking long to see this; Potter on his knees, the pale, naked back exposed to Fenrir with his cock buried deep inside the tight, round little ass... He growled in unadulterated lust before starting to thrust into his cub's virgin hole. The boy gave a high pitched cry but didn't tell Fenrir to stop, so he carried on moving.
The fact that he was the first person to know what Potter's ass felt like made Fenrir swell with pride. He damn well owned the boy now and it was only a matter of time before he would complete his claim. It felt so right being inside his little pup, and the knowledge that it was the new moon and he was mating with his destined mate reminded him this wasn't any old fuck. This was what he'd wanted all of his life, though he'd never really known it. After all, he'd lived a solitary life, keeping no one close to him, making only enemies, so now to have found his mate it changed his outlook on life. Whether it was because of the moon's influence, or because he had genuinely come to care for Potter, he knew that he would look after the boy and let no one come near his mate.
He yowled in pleasure as he thrust deeper into the boy's tense ass. Now he was buried balls-deep and Harry was meeting his thrusts by jerking his hips back.
Harry couldn't control his body; he hated the fact that he must look like some deprived bitch in heat, but that feeling... oh gods that feeling of Fenrir's fat cock hitting that spot over and over again... it was driving him insane. Every time he felt Fenrir pull out, only to push back in again, he felt his adoration for the man grow. Was that the new moon's influence perhaps? Or were the feelings his own? Harry was sure his brain had turned to mush; it was so hard to think straight every time that member slipped inside him.
"How is it now, mon petite?" Fenrir said hoarsely. "Am I hitting the spot for you?"
Harry nodded vigorously and arched his back as Fenrir gave a particular hard thrust that jerked Harry's body forwards. He knew that Fenrir was being rough, he could feel it inside, but at the moment it was so amazing and so right that Harry didn't bother to ask Fenrir to go slower.
Suddenly, Harry gasped as he felt long meaty fingers wrapping around his straining erection.
"Mmm, you're so hard for me, pup," Fenrir whispered, and he squeezed the boys cock. "Tell me when you're going to cum; I want to see your pretty face when you release."
Harry keened as the man attended to his weeping cock and his knees buckled and gave way, leaving Harry to fall flat on his stomach. He didn't have the energy to push himself back up so he stayed where he was.
"Is my little mate tired?" Fenrir murmured, laying his body over Harry's, cock still buried up the boy's hole. "Don't worry, I'll do the work now."
Fenrir interlocked his legs round Harry's, looped his arms under the boy's armpits and started pummelling into the tight hole that was clenching every now and then round his cock.
Harry buried his face in his arms and let out a loud grunt at the sudden change in their positions. Fenrir was heavy as he lay on top of his body, but Harry found he didn't mind; he liked the feeling of Fenrir being so close.
"Mmm, such a good, docile pup... my pup," Fenrir murmured, nuzzling into Harry's neck as he continued to hump Harry's ass; the sound of flesh hitting flesh made Harry cringe.
As Fenrir thrust in and out, Harry's body was moving up and down the tickly fur duvet, and he felt the fibres teasing his cock, building up friction. He could feel the precum sticking to the fur and rubbing off on his belly and he realised, if Fenrir kept up this speed, the fur would most probably rub him to orgasm. He had to tell the man he was close.
"F-Fen," Harry said, his voice muffled slightly.
"What?" barked the man in heat.
"The fur... on my...making me..." He mumbled incoherent, muddled up words, praying Fenrir would understand what he was asking for. "I'm close!"
Suddenly Fenrir sat up – his arms still looped under Harry's armpits – and pulled Harry' up with him so that Harry was sitting upright on Fenrir's lap, the man's cock still inside him. He squirmed and breathed heavily as he felt, now more than ever, the huge shaft that was up his ass.
"Look at the mess you made," Fenrir whispered, obviously amused at the sticky substance over the bed furs. "Look how excited I made you, pup."
He pulled Harry off his cock and laid the boy down on his back, realising how close he was himself. He crawled up the boy's body before straddling the narrow hips. After adding some more spit to his palm and rubbing it over his member, he pulled Harry's long, lean, pale legs up so they were resting on his shoulders and he slowly slid back into Harry's open hole where he began to drive in and out.
"Mmm," he murmured dreamily, and shivered as he felt Harry attempt to push his hips up to meet his thrusts. He took hold of his pup's straining erection and pumped it furiously, forcing some delightful little cries out of the boy's mouth.
"F-F-Fenrir," Harry panted. "I th-think... I think I'm..."
But the boy didn't finish. Before Fenrir knew it, he felt his mate's muscles clench round his own cock and he howled at the feeling. He kept his eyes focused on Harry's beautiful face as the boy came onto his own chest. At the sight and the feelings round his cock, Fenrir realised he wouldn't last much longer. He reminded himself that he would have to try and change into wolf form after he released his seed into the boy's ass so he could complete the mating and bite his cub while Harry was still in an elated state.
With a few more thrusts Fenrir finally reached his high and emptied his load into the warm hole. Then, quite abruptly there was this feeling, this euphoric feeling as though everything – every weight, every heavy thought – was being exorcised from his body. The new moon, although outside of the cave, seemed to touch Fenrir with its sight. Unable to control the movement of his body, he pulled out of Harry – earning a sharp gasp of shock from the boy – and arched his back due to the delicate tingling that had started up in his body. It made him feel powerful, it made him feel refreshed, and it made him feel... happy. Closing his eyes, he realised that he was ready; he was about to change into a true, mated werewolf and he would finally be able to experience the power and strength without the need to feast on human flesh.
With his eyes closed, he blocked out everything, including the small pants that were coming out of Harry's mouth. He focused on the power he felt at the back of his mind and tried to bring it forward. It slowly started creeping to the forefront of his brain and, almost automatically he felt his body shift. This change, however, was most unlike his previous ones where they had been long, excruciating and forceful. This time he could feel soft furs sprouting out of his skin, and his body shifted easily and smoothly. In no less than five seconds he was in a full wolf form on all fours. He looked at his silky, silver fur before barking happily, realising these were still his human thoughts.
"Fenrir?" came a soft voice, though with Fenrir's newly adapted hearing it was a lot clearer.
He turned his head so he was face to face with his mate. At the sight of the sated boy, who was still on his back, his legs apart with Fenrir's semen – as well as a little bit of blood – dripping from his hole, Fenrir padded over to him and began to lick him clean.
Harry didn't know what to do as he had watched the transformation; it had been almost magical to behold. He could tell Fenrir wasn't in pain during the change as his movements hadn't been jerky, nor had Fenrir arched his back in agony as his bones had contorted into different positions. Once Fenrir was completely transformed Harry found his eyes were glued to the striking image before him; a large, muscular hoary wolf was now sitting back on his haunches, eyeing Harry through extraordinary amber eyes. Vaguely Harry realised the wolf was now moving towards him, his huge paws making no sound against the stone floor.
When Fenrir was close enough to Harry, his tongue poked out and – Harry squealed in embarrassment and shock – began to lick him clean down there. It felt different from the first time Fenrir had rimmed him, mainly because this time it was a much longer, not to mention wetter, tongue than Fenrir's human one, which was lapping up and down his cleft, but also because Fenrir was licking him with the intention of healing and cleaning, not just for pleasure.
Harry continued to gasp as Fenrir cleaned him, and let out a deep breath when the wolf moved away. Fenrir then trotted to Harry's side and stared down at him. It was all Harry could do to keep eye contact with the wolf. However, as he stared into those deep amber eyes, Harry felt an overwhelming sense of love, adoration and possessiveness. This beautiful silver animal was his mate. His and his alone. And he wanted to be one with him.
"Fen," Harry whispered, one hand coming up to stroke Fenrir's soft fur around the wolfish face. "Do it now. Please."
He was referring to the bite; he wanted it done now before he began to panic or get hysterical.
The old wolf nodded knowingly before nuzzling Harry's face with his snout. The long tongue came out again and began to lick around Harry's faded bruise on his neck from Fenrir's first claiming. Harry guessed the licking was for the healing after the bite so he didn't squirm away. Then suddenly the warm tongue was gone and Harry closed his eyes tightly and braced himself, knowing what would come next.
Fenrir let out a deep gust of breath over Harry's neck and he saw the slight boy tremble beneath him. He knew he shouldn't prolong this bite any longer in case the boy decided to bolt, so, without further ado, he opened his mouth wide and placed his teeth over the pale, sweating neck before sinking his teeth into the soft skin.
Harry screamed. He screamed, he writhed, he howled, and he cried. And Fenrir could only continue his assault, knowing that if he stopped now the bite would be futile. He wanted to whisper comforting words into his little pup's ear, but he couldn't. The only thing he could do at the moment was to cause his mate this pain, with the purpose to give them a closer bond. He tried to speed the bite up by sinking his teeth in further and letting the blood gush into his mouth, wanting to put the agony to an end for Harry. Soon enough he could feel the coppery taste wash down his throat as well as the numbing feeling in his teeth as he changed the boy. By now Harry had stopped moaning and screaming, which put Fenrir at ease. His mate was nearly complete.
After several more long seconds the bite was complete and Fenrir pulled his teeth out from the flesh of Harry's neck. He licked up the bloodstained neckline, healing and cleaning the boy once again. When he was finished he took a good look at his mate and let out a soft whine of happiness. Harry was his completely now. They were mated for life, which meant they would grow old together. Fenrir wagged his tail happily, then frowned realising he must look like some immature little puppy. Instead, he prodded Harry's forehead with his muzzle until the jaded green eyes – which were now, remarkably, flecked with amber – opened. Fenrir wondered if his amber ones had a tint of green in them from Harry.
"Am I finished?" panted the boy, interrupting Fenrir's thoughts. He nodded and pushed at Harry's body firmly, indicating for the boy to sit up. That should activate the change.
Harry shakily pushed himself up into a sitting position, immediately feeling nauseas; he held his head and groaned. However, before he could get accustomed to the sickly feeling in his gut, he felt his body change. His joints were positioned into different places, his skin was sprouting black fur, and his senses were becoming clearer and more adapt. And there wasn't an ounce of pain! It wasn't like his body was changing, but more so stripping, like a basilisk sheds its skin. His true from was coming through and it felt wonderful.
After a few more moments of transforming, Harry fell into a crumpled heap on the floor feeling strangely exhausted. He rested his head on his paw and let out whimper. Then a thought occurred to him; he had paws. Suddenly feeling a lot more awake he stood up, but forgot about his new form and the fact that he had four legs instead of two. His legs trembled slightly under the new feeling but he managed to stay up. He then craned his head behind him to look back at his new body. His fur was a deep midnight black and his build was very lithe and slight. He frowned slightly as he looked back at Fenrir's impressive form; the silver wolf had broad rippling muscles around the flanks and the shoulders, whereas Harry had more of a subtle set of muscles. However, his confusion didn't last long as he was too eager to try out his new wolf form. He took several hesitant steps forward in case his legs decided to buckle, but once he realised how easy it was to walk he trotted happily around the cave, his tail wagging shamelessly.
Fenrir watched on with wide eyes at his beautiful mate in his new wolf form. His earlier presumption of Harry making a good wolf was true: the boy was the perfect size of a submissive, and his physique was lean and lissom-looking. Fenrir felt his heart swell with pride at how fast Harry was learning to use his legs; he hadn't fallen down once. Then the little black wolf started to get more confident, bounding round in circles round the cave yapping like some newborn puppy. Fenrir took several slow steps towards the erratic pup and, when Harry was close enough, he grabbed him by the scruff of his neck with his teeth. Instantly Harry stopped moving and his body trembled. Fenrir tugged at the fur in his mouth as he took several steps towards the outside of the cave, indicating that Harry should follow him. When he was sure Harry understood, he let go and strolled out of the cave into the cool evening.
Harry bounded behind the retreating wolf, following his mate outside. There was a slight breeze which ruffled Harry's fur and he shivered happily. It felt so good to be in this form! He'd never felt more powerful, nor had he ever felt this content before. And it was all thanks to Fenrir; without him he wouldn't have known this freedom existed.