A COUPLE OF WARNINGS BEFORE YOU START:
First, this contains rape. Probably an unrealistic portrayal of what rape actually looks like, but this is a story and I wrote it for the smut, not to be a realistic commentary on things like domestic abuse. The characters don't really deal with it and they do stay together in this one, which in real life is extremely unhealthy. Again, this is a story and I wrote it for the smut. There is not, however, any violence between the main characters, just a brief mention of violence that occurred before the beginning of the story.
Two, this contains a little - just a little, and towards the very end - bestiality. Feel free to skip that bit, I'll put a double asterisk** at the beginning and end of the section.
Three, it contains some unrealistic elements - besides, you know, the whole magic thing. Like penetration of the cervix. Yeah, that happens. Don't like, don't read.
Moony, Padfoot, and Kitten
By Painted Bunting
Two years after the Second Wizarding War in Great Britain ended, twenty-year-old Hermione Granger was babysitting three-year-old Teddy Lupin while his father was away at work.
She had finished her NEWTs last month through a program custom-created for her through the collaborative efforts of her Professors at Hogwarts, the Hogwarts Board of Governors, and the Wizengamot's newly-formed Committee for Educational Reform. She was taking some time before starting a career to develop her interests, among which was to try to foster relationships with people based on any common ground other than fighting for their lives.
This was what found her agreeing to babysit Teddy on the increasingly frequent occasions when his widowed father and maternal grandmother Andromeda were unable to care for him. It came to a point where Teddy was to be found more frequently with her than with anyone else other than his father, and it began to show. Any time Teddy was faced with multiple people in a room, he tended to gravitate toward her.
Hermione thought little of this tendency, except to melt a little, matching twinges taking place in the region of her chest and what she didn't realize at the time was her womb.
What she didn't realize was how much other people had begun to notice how much Teddy gravitated toward Hermione, and how much he had her wrapped around his tiny little fingers. It was only inevitable that Teddy's father would come to notice as well. And perhaps it was inevitable that Teddy's father would be intrigued with this development.
Remus found himself watching Hermione more and more against his own better judgment, as his inner wolf became smitten with the witch who provided his pup with such care. Moony had decided he wanted her as his mate, and he was determined to have her. It was simply a matter of figuring out how to convince her.
But then one day, her scent was different.
He knew that six weeks prior she'd been cornered in the garden at her house by Fenrir Greyback, who'd never forgotten Bellatrix Lestrange's promise back at Malfoy Manor to let him have the Muggleborn when she was finished torturing her. He'd become obsessed with the witch since then. But he'd underestimated her ruthlessness when she was protecting those she loved.
She'd just brought Teddy home with her that Friday evening to spend the entire weekend with her while Remus prepared for the full moon. She knew that after raping and killing her, Greyback would have either killed the little boy then and there or stolen him away to bite and turn on the full moon.
The struggle was brief, and she did not escape entirely unscathed. The time it took her to shove Teddy back into the warded house cost her, and Greyback was on her in the next moment. But he only had time to shred her blouse, raking her skin with his claws in the process, before the gun Hermione kept loaded with bullets and charmed to never miss its target appeared in her hand. She'd Summoned it silently and wandlessly, and planted a bullet in his brain before he knew what had happened.
The scratches were rather deep, but not life-threatening, and nowhere near as bad as the scar she already had on her torso courtesy of Dolohov at the Ministry of Magic in her fifth year. These healed with little trouble after she'd seen a Healer at St. Mungo's. The Healer had warned her, however, that it was uncertain what wolf-like traits she'd take on since Greyback had only scratched her, and not on a full moon in werewolf form.
Hermione had told Remus what had happened after the full moon, knowing he deserved to know the danger his son had been in, except for Greyback scratching her. She made it sound as if she'd been able to shoot and kill the old werewolf before he could touch her. Since the Healer had done a fine job of closing the scratches and given her a salve that healed them the rest of the way overnight, there was no blood or healing skin for Remus to smell.
Remus had hugged her tightly, thanking her for protecting his son and telling her he was so glad she was alright.
Her wolfish traits had started to manifest very soon after that. They were reasonably subtle, not unlike Bill's – meat cooked pinker than she normally liked was suddenly more palatable, she had an increased sense of smell, and she had more stamina when it came to how long she could last on a jog. She didn't scare away cats or anything, and there didn't seem to be much change in her personality – no increased irritability or anything – that she could tell, though she supposed she'd see what changes the full moon wrought.
Nearly four weeks later, two nights before the full moon, Hermione was baby-sitting Teddy yet again while Remus was working late. He would likely not return home until nine or ten that night, so she would stay the night at Grimmauld Place, then take Teddy with her to her house again the next day.
She had felt increasingly restless all day, as well as an increasingly strong craving for meat a bit rarer than she usually liked it. And though she'd never admit it to anyone else, she was unbelievably horny. She felt like she could jump the first man she came across. She'd tried to distract herself with the extensive collection of the Black Family library, as she spent the time she wasn't at her parents' home at Grimmauld Place, but when she found herself fantasizing about a nameless, faceless lover forcefully bending her over the arm of a sofa to take her hard and fast from behind and realized how wet the thought made her, she was horrified.
She'd never thought of herself as the type of girl who would submit to a man and let him manhandle her about. To start fantasizing about that sort of thing now was concerning. She tried her best to steer her thoughts in a different direction, to imagine a man who asked what she wanted instead of assuming he knew. But her traitorous thoughts kept returning to the man who bent her over the couch or held her wrists captive in his hands while he fucked her into the bed and who had her begging him for her pleasure.
She forced those thoughts away, thankful she had Teddy with her right now as focusing on him made it easier to keep her mind occupied. She worried about where her mind would go later that night once Teddy was asleep and she was alone with her own thoughts.
Teddy seemed to be particularly affectionate that evening as she placed his dinner in front of him in his high chair. "'Ank you, My-knee," he said politely, but when she smiled and began to move away, he reached for her, making a grabbing motion with his hands. "My-knee, kiss!" he said insistently. When she moved back to him, he clasped his arms around her neck and pressed an ardent kiss to her cheek, making her heart melt a little as something in her lower belly panged a little.
After dinner, when it was time to get Teddy ready for bed, he obediently stood still for her while she cast a gentle teeth-cleansing charm and dressed him in his pajamas, but then he clasped her hand in his tiny fingers and led the way into the bedroom that had once been Regulus Black's and which Remus had done his best to transform into a room appropriate for a vibrant little boy. He let go of her hand in order to go over to his bookshelf, where he pulled out his favorite book and asked her sweetly to read it to him. When she sat in the antique rocking chair next to his little wooden bed carved in the shape of a train engine, he climbed into her lap. As she wrapped the hand not holding the book around him to hold him to her, he rested one hand on her arm while reaching up with his other hand to play with her hair while she read.
By the end of the book, he was asleep, his hand having fallen from her hair to his side. Teddy didn't wake as she tucked him in. She sat on the rug next to his bed to watch him for a few minutes, silently marveling at his perfection and at the fact that such a sweet little boy could hold for her such affection. She felt a pang of sadness that he would never know his mother, and hoped that his father could find some sort of balance between work and spending time with his son. She also hoped Remus would someday find someone else to love and give Teddy more of a real mother than just a frequent babysitter.
She was badly startled a moment later when, just as she had risen to her feet she felt what she realized was a pair of hands grasp her by the hips and haul her backwards against a very solid and muscular form. She gasped, heart racing, as a low, rough voice murmured in her ear, "Your scent has changed, little witch. You smell like a wolf. Why do you smell like a wolf?"
Heart still pounding, Hermione tried to turn around to face him but he tightened his grip to keep her in place. "G-Greyback." Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of the growl he let out.
"You said he didn't touch you," he growled.
"I was afraid you'd beat yourself up over it. He scratched me when he ripped my blouse, but he didn't bite me, I promise." Dimly she wondered why she sounded so pleading, and why the note of displeasure in his voice made her feel like she'd done wrong.
"I should have been there, little witch. Protected you, protected my pup. But you did a fine job of that, didn't you?" he murmured, and her heartrate spiked again at the feel of his nose and lips tracing along her cheek and jaw.
Her voice, when it came out, was thin and breathy. "I…" she squeaked. She had to clear her throat and try again. "I pushed Teddy back into the house. I had been keeping it warded against intruders. I should have warded the garden, too."
"I should have killed Greyback long ago," he snarled softly.
"Well, now you don't have to worry about it," she replied. "He scratched me trying to rip off my blouse, but I put a bullet in his brain. Then I cut out his heart."
This time his growl sounded a little different. She quickly figured out what it meant when he pulled her hips flush against him and she felt the ridge of something hard pressing into her lower back. "Did you chop it up, little witch?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," was her eloquent answer. "I mixed the pieces in with mulch for fertilizer for my roses."
He groaned quietly into her ear and ground himself into her lower back. With another spike in her heartrate and another quiet gasp, she asked, "What are you doing, Remus?"
Instead of answering her, she heard him inhale deeply through his nose, which had paused just below her ear. "You smell utterly delicious, witch."
"T-Teddy and I had a baked apple for dessert," she said, trying very hard not to pant.
"That's not it," he disagreed. "Underneath the smell of apple and cinnamon there is something else, something particularly…irresistible about you." He took another deep breath through his nose, and she felt the low rumble that rose up in his chest. The sound caused bolts of electricity to travel straight from her nipples to her clit.
Remus instantly picked up on the sudden tang in the air as Hermione's scent changed again. When he'd first entered the house – even when he'd been coming up the walkway toward the door – he'd nearly been overwhelmed by the scent of female wolf in heat. Though the scent wasn't quite as powerful as it would be with most fully turned female werewolves, it was still stronger than with any other demi-wolf he'd come across, like Bill for example. Now, as he found the source of the scent where it pulsed on her neck below her left ear, he knew why. It seemed she was the first of her kind – these glands were only ever found on a handful of females, and they were only ever full werewolves.
He was more than ever determined that she would be his. An Omega was incredibly valuable. They were the only female werewolves who could breed and bear children. The bodies of female werewolves of other designations were simply incapable of sheltering and providing adequate protection for a baby when the change happened each full moon.
In the exceptionally rare event that conception was even able to take place, the transformation that took place every full moon completely destroyed the fetus before it could become more than a bundle of cells. In virtually all instances, the fetus was aborted before the female even knew she was pregnant.
The only reason anyone even knew how it worked was because a Muggleborn Healer who had studied Muggle gynecology and obstetrics had performed a magical operation on a nearly fatally-wounded female were and found signs of a pregnancy that was at most a couple weeks along and had recently been naturally aborted. The female were, a Beta, had been devastated to learn this.
Werewolf couples who didn't live among the werewolf packs in their established enclaves usually either adopted full-werewolf children or went childless, as it was usually too difficult for werewolves to secure the resources needed to ensure non-werewolf children could be properly cared for and kept safe around the full moon. Sometimes, however, werewolf couples had either enough supportive family members or enough money to hire nannies to care for the children during full moons, and were able to adopt fully human children. If they were magical weres, they usually adopted orphaned witches and wizards, and non-magical weres adopted non-magical orphaned children.
Female Omegas, on the other hand, were much less common than females of other designations. They were capable of bearing children. No one was sure how or why this was the case, but it made such females invaluable, so much so that if a raid on another pack took place and the raiders found an Omega female, they brought her back as a gift to their Alpha. What was more, if a smaller, weaker pack desired the protection of a larger, stronger pack and they happened to have or get hold of a female Omega, they would usually offer the Omega to the Alpha of the stronger pack in return for the stronger pack's protection.
Demi-wolves, people who had been attacked by a werewolf close to but not on the full moon and who would therefore not transform, were usually not sufficiently wolf-like to present with a designation. Those who were had, up until now, presented as Betas or even, though less frequently, Alphas, like Bill.
Hermione was the first female Omega demi-wolf, and the knowledge was driving Remus nearly insane. Remus the Alpha wolf had wanted her as a mate even before tonight, but now even Remus the man was powerless to resist the siren call that was an Omega in heat.
Before Remus could do anything, however, he heard a small voice say, "Daddy?"
Both he and Hermione froze. Remus reluctantly released her as he looked down to where Teddy was blinking sleepily up at him from his little bed. He crouched down beside his son's bed. "Hello, Teddy. How's my little man tonight?"
"Good, Daddy. I'm sweeping," he lisped.
"Oh, okay, Teddy," Remus replied, face melting into a smile as he spoke with his son. "That's good. I'll say goodnight and let you sleep. Were you good for Hermione today?"
"Yeah, Daddy. My-knee read a stowy, an' now I'm sweeping. Kiss, Daddy!" Teddy said, reaching for his father.
Remus leaned in, placing a hand on his son's back and closing his eyes as he held him close for a moment as Teddy pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then Teddy was snuggling back under his covers with his stuffed wolf as he mumbled, "Night-night, Daddy."
"Night-night, Teddy," Remus replied softly as the little boy fell back asleep. When Teddy was breathing deeply once more, Remus rose to his feet, waving his wand and casting powerful protective wards as well as sound-muffling and light sleeping charms to ensure that Teddy would sleep peacefully, protected and undisturbed the rest of the night. He wanted no interruptions. A determined, predatory look stole over his face as he followed the delicious scent down the stairs to the library.
He found her standing by the window, staring into the night. She didn't hear his approach, as he could move soundlessly when he wanted to, and he relished her gasp as his hands settled again on her hips and pulled her flush against him.
"Remus? What are you doing?" she asked, unable to keep her voice from going a little high-pitched.
"I've realized what it is," he murmured to her, pulling her hips flush with him and grinding his hardness into her lower back.
"What? Remus, what are you talking about?" she asked as she grasped his hands and tried to pull them away from her hips. Every time she managed to pull one hand away it would escape her grasp and end up right back at her hip.
"Your scent," he replied, one hand coming up to grasp her shoulder to hold her in place as he nuzzled his face into her neck. "Demi-wolves usually aren't wolf enough to have a designation like full werewolves, but it can happen. Up until now, they have all presented as Betas or the occasional Alpha. But you, little girl, have presented as an Omega." His lips closed over the gland on her neck below her ear and he laved it with his tongue, though he resisted the urge to sink his teeth in, at least for now.
That shocked a moan out of her; her knees nearly buckled but held firm.
"What's more," he rumbled, pausing to lick her gland again, "is that you're in heat. Your body has an egg ready and waiting to be fertilized right this very moment. You smell absolutely delicious, little witch. I can't resist." So saying, he grasped her jaw and turned her head, covering her mouth with his in an all-consuming kiss.
Stunned, she was returning his kiss almost before she knew what was happening. He knew her instincts as an Omega were overwhelming her, demanding she give her Alpha everything. But when she felt his large hands cover her suddenly bare breasts, having parted the neckline of the dress he'd just unbuttoned and pulled down the cups of her bra, she tore her mouth from his, gasping for breath as she tried to pull away from him.
"Wait, stop!" she gasped, trying to duck away from him.
"I can't, sweet girl," he replied, dodging the hands that tried to push him away. He managed to trap both of her wrists in his hands and used his momentum to propel her forward against the edge of the heavy library table. A silent sticking charm had her wrists bound together in front of her and stuck to the surface of the table, while a cushioning charm ensured her hips wouldn't bruise from the edge of the table. "If I don't take you now, some other wolf will, and all they will care about is your status as an Omega. They won't care for you for your own sake."
He flipped her skirt up over her arse and groaned at the sight of the purple lace covering her cheeks. "Such a naughty little girl," he rumbled. "Are you wearing these for me, love?" he murmured.
That voice had her gushing instantly, and it seemed he was aware of it as one finger traced the hem of her panties from her hip around to her front and down along the sensitive crease between belly and thigh until he reached between her legs. Then his finger unerringly found the wet spot in the gusset of her panties and began to press inward.
By the time she had sucked in her next breath, he found her clit and applied a firm pressure as he stroked his finger back and forth over it, causing bolts of pleasure to race up her spine and down her limbs. Her toes curled as her breathing picked up and she tried to suppress her moans.
"I can feel how wet you are even through your panties, little Omega," he sighed, his other hand grasping her hip and holding her there as he ground his clothed erection into her bum.
After a moment, his finger left her, only for his hand to steal under the waistband of her panties so he could caress her bare skin. To his delight, he found her pussy to be completely bare of any hair.
"Naughty little girl," he repeated with a pleased rumble, stroking her in earnest now. "How I love a bare pussy. Do you shave? Or apply depilation charms? There's a permanent one, you know, one that will spell away hair forever wherever you aim it."
He sank two fingers into her tight channel, thrusting them lazily back and forth as he marveled at her arousal. He grinned at how she couldn't completely suppress the restless movements of her hips as she tried not to give in to her pleasure. "You're so wet, love," he sighed, bending to kiss her neck. "I love it. You'll be able to take me beautifully. Tell me, are you a virgin? Oh, you are," he said as he discovered her hymen before she could answer.
"Good girl, saving yourself," he praised, twisting his fingers deep within her. He relished her shudder and the way her surge of arousal soaked his fingers, but then he decided it was time to take this a little further.
Pulling his fingers from her tight channel, he grasped the fabric of her panties in both hands and pushed them to the floor. Then, he knelt behind her and grasped her thighs in his hands, lifting one leg out of her panties so he could spread her wide. Then he trailed his hands upward to spread open the cheeks of her bum, with his thumbs pulling open the lips of her slit. "Such a pretty pink pussy," he hummed. "Look how it clenches, trying so hard to milk a cock that hasn't filled it yet. You do want this, don't you, love, you want my cock to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name and fill you up with so much cum you'll drip for days."
At the first swipe of Remus's tongue from clit to perineum, Hermione stiffened, trying to stand upright but forgetting about the charm that kept her wrists bound to the table. When he thrust his tongue into her cunt and began to fuck her with it, she heaved out a breath, the sound somewhere between a moan and a huff, and without realizing it she was arching her back and her hips were moving in time with the thrusting of his tongue.
He pulled his tongue out of her tight little hole after drinking his fill of her nectar and licked up toward her clit, where he spelled out his name with the tip of his tongue. He could tell she was getting close to climax, so before she could fall over the edge, he rose to his feet behind her.
Wanting to see her naked form bent over before him, ready and waiting for him, he paused for a moment to wave his wand, Vanishing her clothes. He paused another moment to trace his hands in feather-light touches along her curves, admiring them in the firelight, from the taut muscles of her upper back and shoulders with her arms bound in front of her to the dip of her waist to the flare of her hips and the generous curve of her bum. He grinned lecherously when he caught sight of her glistening pussy lips peeking out between her thighs.
Hermione shifted restlessly where she lay across the table, trying not to enjoy the touches but failing miserably, as she'd tried and failed not to enjoy him fucking her with his fingers or tongue. She stilled, however, when he grasped one hip in one hand.
Then she heard the ominous clink of a belt being undone followed by the rasp of a zipper, and the next thing she felt was a blunt object much wider than a pair of fingers sliding back and forth between her legs as he coated himself in her slick. His tip caught on her clit each time and caused her to shudder at the electric sensations racing from her clit to her nipples and down to her toes and fingertips. Then the warm, wet, blunt head was questing, searching for her hole, and then his hands were grasping her hips as he began to press inexorably inside. Torn between panic and excitement, she forgot again about the charm binding her wrists to the table, and began to struggle.
"No, Remus, please, don't -!" she exclaimed, thrashing as she tried to escape, but both her bound wrists and his grip on her hips made that impossible.
Afraid the girl's panic would override the Omega's excitement, Remus grasped her bum in his hands and pulled her back against him even as he pressed his pelvis forward. There was resistance as her tight, wet walls did their best to keep him out, but then there was a give as he tore through her hymen and sank into her.
"Such a good girl, love," he groaned as he buried his cock deep in her hot, wet pussy with a sigh of relief. He felt like he was coming home.
He relished her wail of mingled pain and pleasure as he took her virginity and she came hard, her designation as an Omega ensuring that she would feel pleasure any time an Alpha fucked her, no matter how roughly. He also relished the faint sound, inaudible to normal human ears, of flesh tearing as he destroyed the barrier that marked her a virgin.
While part of him wanted to give her time to adjust, he couldn't resist the urge to start moving. She gasped in pain as his cock dragged along her impossibly tight walls as he withdrew to the tip and then surged back in, repeating the motion several times and sinking deeper each time.
When the next thrust would take him as deep as her body would let him go, he didn't stop his forward motion until his cockhead slammed into her cervix. Even then, he continued to press forward, knowing that if her body was like that of full-werewolf Omegas, then the otherwise impossible would happen. There was more than one reason Omegas were known as the breeders among the werewolves of the world.
Yes! he thought triumphantly to himself as he felt her cervix slowly stretching open to accommodate him. He fought to hold back the howl of triumph that rose into his chest, not wanting to scare the Omega before him even as he heard her panting and moaning. Finally, he was buried as deeply within her as he could be, balls kissing her clit, and the two of them stopped moving, fighting simply to catch their breath.
Finally, his bare cockhead was seated within her womb with the rim of her cervix stretched wide around him and there was no barrier to stop his seed from filling her belly. If all went well, his seed would catch and over the next ten months he'd get to watch her belly swell with his pup, providing Teddy with a little brother or sister.
Hermione felt impossibly full, impaled, and she could barely breathe. Just thinking about trying to move was more than she thought she'd be able to handle, and her body was trembling from the effort it took not to break apart.
His sensitive nose picked up on the scent of her tears as she cried softly, overwhelmed by both pain and pleasure as well as her lack of control. "Don't cry, love," he crooned, bending over her to kiss her tears away. His hands stroked her waist, hips, and bum soothingly as he spoke, trying to calm her. "This can be a wonderful thing. Our life together could be beautiful. I will love you if you let me, as I know Teddy already does – you're all the mother he knows. We'll travel, see the world. You can start a business creating and selling wards. Your wards are second to none. You're the greatest protector I know. You've protected and loved Teddy so well, just as you'll protect and love our other children."
She stilled, even her sniffles halting as she wondered whether she'd heard him properly. "Other children?" she asked, dreading the answer.
Before answering, he bent to press a tender kiss to the side of her neck, lips quirking in a smile against her skin as he felt her shudder. As he straightened back up, his hands returned to her hips, pulling her back into him as he began to buck his own, setting a leisurely pace. It was enough that he could keep her on edge for a long while, but not enough that he couldn't speak.
"I'm going to breed you, little Omega," he replied, pelvis snapping on the word "breed". He smiled in triumph as his words surprised an orgasm out of her and she clamped down on him with a shocked moan. Maintaining his relaxed pace for the most part except for a powerful thrust here and there, he continued to speak as he fucked her.
"You're an Omega in heat – there's no creature more fertile than you," he said. "In fact, your anatomy pretty much guarantees that my seed will take root. For all that the cervix normally seals off a woman's womb to all but the strongest sperm cells, yours is far more flexible and welcoming. I've been fucking past it into your womb this entire time. When I cum, I'll be squirting directly into your unprotected, fertile womb," he said with a triumphant smile. "If by some miracle you don't end up pregnant tonight, well, we'll just try again…and again…and again, until you take."
She made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a cry of horror. She made a feeble attempt to struggle, but gave up quickly as she realized she was still bound to the table. All she could do was take him.
Deciding the time for talking was done, he tightened his grip on her hips and began to fuck her in earnest, his pace moderately fast but brutally strong. Were the table not already against the wall, the force of his thrusts would drag it across the floor.
At one point, he looked down to where they were joined and nearly came at the sight. Her tiny pussy looked so obscene stretched around his thick cock, even more so because of the mess of slick accumulating, belying her efforts to remain unaffected. It was stained pink with the evidence of her obliterated virginal hymen. As he watched, a small glob of slick began to trickle down her thigh. He sighed in admiration, unable to hold back an extra powerful thrust, and described the sight to her.
"Oh, fuck, your pussy looks so beautiful, and feels so incredible, love, so fucking tight but you're taking me so well, such a good girl," he praised, grinning as she shuddered and came hard, clamping down on his cock at his words of praise. "I wish you could see how delicious your pussy looks, stretched so wide around my cock, and so wet. You're practically dripping, I can tell you're loving this. You were made for me, little girl. Your tight little hole is taking that big cock so well, it deserves all the cum I can give it."
Hermione could only let out a guttural moan in response.
Suddenly, Remus lifted his head to listen for something he knew Hermione hadn't heard yet, though he didn't stop fucking her. The implication made him smile.
"It makes me so hot to think of it, little witch," he breathed, his pace evening out a little so he could speak clearly. "You standing before me, with Teddy's arms wrapped around your waist, a toddler on your hip and a baby suckling at your tit, with another tucked safely into your swollen belly. But I suppose I'm being selfish to think I'd get to keep you all to myself. Such beauty should be shared, wouldn't you agree? Would you like that, little girl? Would you like to be taken at both ends? One cock in your pussy and the other in your mouth? Or perhaps one in your pussy and the other in your arse? And who better than my best friend, my pack-mate, my brother? Sirius gets so lonely, I just know it would bring him some comfort to be able to bury his cock in your warm, tight pussy."
He could see that his filthy words were beginning to affect her against her will. Her eyes had glazed over and her cheeks were stained pink as she panted; he had never seen anything so beautiful.
He looked toward the open doorway and the man standing in the shadows of the dark hallway. When the other man's hungry gaze lifted from the girl being fucked over the table in his family library and met his pack-mate's eyes, Remus jerked his head, beckoning the other man into the room.
Sirius didn't hesitate. He strode soundlessly into the room as Remus freed Hermione's wrists from the table, keeping them still bound to each other. With one large hand gently wrapped around her throat, he pulled her up and away from the table without pulling out of her.
Remus used his weight and his firm but relatively painless grip around Hermione's throat with one hand and her hip with the other to bear her down to her knees on the floor as Sirius approached. Removing one hand from her hip, he planted it between her shoulder blades to guide her onto all fours as he removed his other hand from her throat and tangled it in her hair, gripping it tightly but relatively painlessly to hold her head in place.
Hermione heard the clink of another belt and forced her glazed eyes to focus just in time to see Sirius Black pulling his thick cock out of his trousers with one hand and reaching for her with the other. A thrill of fear went through her and she tried to lurch to her feet and away from these two men, but Sirius's hand replaced Remus's in her hair and tightened, while Remus kept her in place with both hands grasping her waist.
Hermione opened her mouth to protest and nearly choked when Sirius took advantage and forced his cock into her mouth. Panicking, she was about to try and bite when a firm smack sounded and her right arse cheek was suddenly ablaze. With a shocked and pained whimper, she stopped moving.
"Behave, little witch," Remus growled. "If you bite Sirius, you get a spanking. You don't want that, do you?"
Whimpering, she shook her head as best she could, mindful not to let her teeth catch the cock in her mouth. "Good. Now, be a good girl and let Sirius fuck your mouth. He'll even help you make sure you don't choke," Remus said, as Sirius took his wand and pointed it at her throat, casting a silent spell.
"Now, deep breath, swallow around me as I go in, hold your breath, then when I come out exhale and take another breath," Sirius instructed.
Obediently, Hermione sucked in a breath and suppressed the urge to pull away when his cock touched her throat. She calmed when her gag reflex didn't trigger as he kept pressing in.
Soon, she had her nose pressed into his groin, his entire length nestled in her mouth and throat with her jaws stretched wide around the base of his cock, and though she wasn't gagging, her eyes still watered a bit. Sirius had thrown his head back and was heaving great deep breaths as he fought the urge to cum prematurely down her throat, and was absentmindedly petting and carding his fingers through her hair.
"Oh, gods, so good! Good girl, such a good little cockslut," he groaned. He glanced down, then had to look back up while he got himself back under control to keep himself from coming prematurely. When he felt more in control of himself, he looked back down as he allowed her to pull her mouth back off him so she could breathe, then urged her back down on him. He kept his eyes fixed on her the entire time so he could treasure the sight of his thick cock disappearing again into her mouth and throat.
Instantly he made a decision that he'd later decide was one of the best he'd ever made in his life. He transferred her head to his left hand and pulled out his wand with his right and gave it a flourish, then waited. After a moment, the object he'd summoned came sailing into the room.
Remus's eyes darkened when he saw what had just come flying into the room, and he exchanged a salacious smile with his pack-mate as the other man waved his wand in a series of short, quick flicks and twirls.
He put his wand away when he was finished, then tangled the fingers of his left hand more firmly in Hermione's hair while cupping her jaw with his right as he began to fuck her mouth and throat with his cock. He pulled almost all the way out just as the first click sounded.
Shocked, Hermione tried to turn her head to find the source of the clicking, but Sirius pulled her head back into him, thrusting himself back down her throat just as the second click sounded. He tsked. "Eyes on me, love, that's nothing for you to worry about. Eyes on me or you get a spanking."
Nose flaring in anger, she was helpless to do anything but obey, trying her best to ignore the clicking. At least, until the source of the clicking finally moved into her line of sight. It was a camera, obviously magicked to be able to work on its own as well as to fly.
The arseholes were photographing this! They were actually capturing the most humiliating moments of her life on film! Tears of rage sprang to her eyes and she tried once more to escape them. Her efforts earned another slap on the other cheek of her bum from Remus while Sirius thrust himself down her throat again and held her head still, forcing her to stay put until she started to panic from lack of air.
Unable to help her tears, she forced herself to calm down and hold still, and was rewarded when Sirius allowed her to move again, pulling out of her throat but halting her motion before his cock left her mouth completely so that he still filled her mouth.
"You might as well let yourself enjoy this, love," he admonished her as the camera focused in on her open mouth full of cock while she greedily sucked in great breaths of air around it. "This is happening whether you like it or not. Don't worry about the camera, the pictures are purely for our enjoyment. We would never share them with anyone else, not even to punish you. You're ours and we don't want anyone else to have the pleasure of seeing you like this, even in a photograph."
He waited while she warred with herself, and was rewarded when after a moment her mouth closed around him again and she began to explore the taste and texture of the length in her mouth. A great shudder racked his body as he felt her tonguing the little slit at the tip of his cock before she began to deliberately suck on his cock like an oversized lolly.
He looked down at her, and again had to fight the urge to cum early at the sight of her. He'd never imagined he'd enjoy corrupting an innocent, but the purity of her face was utterly ruined with betrayal and interest warring in her eyes, tears spiking her eyelashes and running down her face, and her mouth stuffed with his big cock. "There's a good girl, love, so beautiful," he sighed, and though she tried to tamp down the feeling of bliss at his praise, she couldn't hold back a moan in response.
"She likes praise," he commented as he took control and began to slowly slide his cock down her throat, the fingers of one hand tangled in her hair while his other hand cupped her jaw.
"Of course she does. All Omegas love the praise of their Alphas, it's simply in their nature," Remus replied. He'd been holding still, waiting for his pack-mate to establish his rhythm so he could sync his own movements to the other man's.
At this, Sirius looked up at him sharply. "Oh, yes," Remus confirmed as he began to thrust in and out of Hermione's slick, grasping cunt in rhythm with Sirius fucking her mouth. The camera floated around them, clicking away. "When our girl was confronted by Greyback last month, she failed to mention he actually managed to scratch her before she could kill him. Our little swot is a demi-wolf, and has presented as an Omega."
"No shit," Sirius remarked in surprise. "That does make things interesting." He glanced back down at her with an intrigued expression before returning his gaze to Remus. "You're going to breed her, aren't you." It wasn't a question.
"We are going to breed her," Remus corrected. "Other than Dora, when did I ever not share a woman with you, my pack-mate, my brother?"
Sirius sighed in bliss. "She'll give us both pups, then?" he asked with a look of wonder on his face.
"She's in heat right now," Remus confirmed with a powerful snap of his hips. Hermione moaned around Sirius's cock, the vibrations causing him to moan as well. "I could smell it walking up to the door. She'll be pregnant by the end of the night. In fact, her body responds just like any female full-were Omega – I was able to force her cervix open, and my cock is sitting in her womb right this minute. When I cum, I'll be squirting straight into her uterus."
"Oh, fuck, that's hot," Sirius hissed, snapping his hips in return. "So any time we fuck her, her cervix will open up. There's nothing to stop our spunk from knocking her up. Would you like that, little girl?" he asked Hermione, his voice rough. The sound of it went straight to her clit. "You'd look so sexy with your little belly all swollen with the baby one of us puts in you tonight. I can't wait, little witch. Even if it's not my pup I want to see you grow round. I want to see your tits swell as they fill with milk, want to nurse from them alongside our pups."
Eyelids fluttering in bliss, Hermione let out a muffled moan around his cock, not even noticing as the camera zipped around to catch her expression. She wanted to hate what they were doing to her, but the truth was that it felt too good. It was the most pleasure she'd ever felt in her life, though she knew that wasn't saying overly much for a girl who'd never had sex before tonight.
"We're going to breed you, little girl. You'll have a belly full of cum by the end of the night, and your sweet little body will be helpless to do anything but take it in and let it take root. Are you ready?" Sirius asked her darkly. Without waiting for her answer, he looked up at Remus. "Let me in," he entreated. "Let us fuck our little Omega together, and it won't matter whose pup she carries if we share her for all time."
Remus agreed. "Perhaps, if luck or magic favor us, we can each give her a pup to carry at the same time."
Sirius groaned at the thought, and decided it was time to have her pussy wrapped around him instead of her mouth now. He pulled himself from her throat, careful not to make her choke, and waited for Remus to bring the girl to an upright position.
Once more guiding her movements so he could remain buried within her, Remus helped Hermione off the floor. Then he placed his hands under her thighs, lifting her off her feet and spreading her legs as wide as they would go at the same time, holding her open for Sirius.
The dark-haired man paused for a long moment, both to admire the sight of the tiny witch impaled on his pack-mate's impressive cock, drinking in the sight of her pussy stretched wide, and to allow the camera to capture it. Then his attention was caught by the very faint outline of a bulge in her abdomen. He sucked in a breath.
"Gods," he whispered reverently. "I can see the outline of your cock in her belly, Moony! She's perfect!" He reached out and pressed down on her belly, allowing him to feel the hard ridge of Moony's cock buried deep within her. The camera caught that, too.
"Isn't she?" Remus agreed. "Like she was made for me. For both of us. Come, Padfoot, join me. Let us take her together." So saying, he stepped toward his pack-mate, his brother, holding the Omega's legs open for him.
Sirius stepped into both of them, claiming Hermione's lips in a fierce kiss as one large hand clutched one of the cheeks of her bum. Then she was feeling what she realized was a set of fingers probing at the seam where she and Remus were still joined, testing the slick that Remus had churned up with his fucking. She began to panic.
She immediately pulled away from the kiss and tried to push him away, protesting, "No, stop, you can't, it won't fit!" But given her position still impaled on Remus's cock as he completely supported her weight, she didn't have much leverage.
Sirius tangled one hand in her hair, bringing her head to his for a bruising kiss. "Yes, it'll fit, love. I can't promise it won't hurt, but then, sometimes there's a fine line between pleasure and pain. And your body was made to push out something the size of a melon, you'll be able to take two cocks beautifully," he said as his hands stole around to grip her arse while something much larger and blunter replaced his fingers and began to press inside. Hermione writhed, whimpering at the uncomfortable stretching as she panted and whined.
It took some doing on their parts, but at last she had two cocks seated together in her pussy, and even more, she had two cockheads seated together in her womb. All Hermione could do was pant and shake as she took the two men impossibly deep and together they stretched the rim of her cervix beyond belief to allow not one but two cockheads into her womb.
"At last," Remus said, "we are in you, together. Deeper than anyone has gone before. Your body knows its place. Your Omega has recognized her Alphas and accepted their dominance in the best way she knows how, by opening your cervix to allow our cocks deep into your belly. Your womb is ours, little Omega. We're going to wreck that tight little pussy. We'll fuck you until you can't walk, and when we cum we'll squirt directly into your womb. We will paint your insides with our pleasure and fill your belly with so much cum it will be sloshing around inside you."
His filthy words brought her crashing to orgasm even as the two men began to move within her, thrusting back and forth in tandem. They quickly picked up speed and force, fucking harshly into her as she writhed and bucked helplessly, dizzy with pleasure and moaning almost continually. And all the while, the camera zipped around the three of them, capturing the two of them buried together in her cunt from various angles. There would be close-up shots of just their cocks buried in her pussy, as well as shots of their entire bodies entwined together.
Hermione lost count of how many times she had come by the time the two men began to lose their rhythm in favor of power as they slammed into her. By now she was moaning almost nonstop, sobbing incoherently, and had lost the ability to move except to clamp down on them with every orgasm they managed wring from her.
"Fuck, I'm almost there, Sirius! Tell me you're about to cum! I can't last much longer!" Remus gasped as her pussy clenched powerfully down on them yet again and she let out a hoarse cry.
"Nearly there!" Sirius growled, sweat dripping down his temples. "Cum for us, Omega, one last time!"
"It's time, Sirius!" Remus commanded.
They slammed into her pussy together with a combined roar, then they each latched onto her neck, one on each side, to sink their teeth into her mating glands. Her belly clenched hard as she clamped down on their cocks in an orgasm so intense she couldn't even scream, her mouth open soundlessly as she came so hard she shook.
Together their knots expanded, locking them into her together as they exploded into her, their hot bursts of cum blasting against the far wall of her uterus and quickly filling her up. Their cocks being wedged so tightly into her, sealed by her cervix, meant not a single drop would leak out even after they pulled out, and Remus Apparated the three of them up and into his bed, so that they could lay her on her back with her hips up to let it all soak in.
While neither of the men could move much with their knots locked within her, they continued to stimulate her. Sirius at her front played with her tits, twisting her nipples and craning his neck down to take them greedily into his mouth as he fantasized about the day that suckling them would fill his mouth with sweet milk. Meanwhile, Remus reached around from behind her to play with her clit, writing first his name and then Sirius's and then their nicknames with his fingertips. Between the two of them she was spiraling ever higher and tighter, and soon they were wringing one orgasm after another out of her, barely giving her a chance to breathe.
They did pause when Hermione's moans of pleasure turned into moans of discomfort as she spasmed weakly, but the slight twitch of her leg as she tried and failed to hunch over told the men that her belly was cramping in the aftermath of her pleasure. Feeling a bit guilty that they may have overworked her, the two of them massaged her belly carefully until her discomfort was gone. Then they allowed her to rest, showering her neck and face with gentle kisses meant to soothe as her breathing calmed.
When their knots had shrunk enough for them to disengage from her, Sirius rolled her onto her back while Remus wedged a pillow under her hips to cant them upward. Most of their semen would probably be sealed into her womb as her cervix closed back up, but they knew some would probably spill out. So he wouldn't let her close her legs, keeping them splayed open so the two of them could admire the sight of her abused, gaping pussy painted in their cum, still pulsing as it recovered from its pounding and the multiple orgasms they'd forced out of her.
The camera, which had floated into the room shortly after they'd Apparated into it, zoomed in to capture the sight of her sloppy pussy just as a glob of pink-streaked white spunk emerged. Further clicking captured the sight of Remus's fingers scooping up the semen and pushing it back in. The two of them repeated that gesture a few more times until her pussy stopped its rhythmic clenching, and when a glob of cum still would have leaked out, Sirius pushed it back in and then murmured a spell to magically seal it all into her pussy.
"Such a good girl, love," Sirius sighed as he flopped down into the bed next to her while Remus did the same on her other side.
"Sleep now, Omega," Remus ordered gently as the two of them pressed in on either side of her and gathered her into their arms. "You'll need your strength for when we fuck you again. I'm going to contact Andie or Harry tomorrow and see if one of them can take Teddy."
Hermione needed no other encouragement. She was so exhausted she didn't even have the energy to be concerned with the fact that she'd essentially just been raped by two men who didn't intend to let her go, and enjoyed herself thoroughly.
None of the three of them noticed as the camera stopped clicking and came to rest on the surface of the nightstand.
Her waking was gradual, and at first she wasn't entirely sure what had woken her, but after a few moments as she slowly came back to wakefulness, she became aware of a burning sensation between her legs. After another moment, she realized that there was a sort of ebb and flow to the pain – not that the pain stopped or even became bearable, but rather, it went from a sharp ache to a sharp burn and back. It was as she was realizing that there was a rhythm to it that she realized it was also accompanied by a building pleasure.
Opening her eyes, she blinked a few times, her eyes slow to focus on what she was seeing. But soon she figured out that she was staring at a man's neck, flexing in time with the ebb and flow of the pain between her legs. A warmth resting on her thigh was a hand anchoring her leg in place where it was hitched over the man's hip. A clicking noise told her the stupid camera was still photographing.
She whimpered and shifted, trying to move away from the pain as she realized that what had woken her was the pain in her sore vagina as she was being fucked again, this time by Sirius. Remus was nowhere to be seen.
"Morning, Kitten," Sirius said jovially, as if he hadn't participated in raping her the night before, as if he wasn't taking her without her consent now. She could offer little more than a whimper in response.
The hand on her thigh moved up to curl around her waist, and suddenly she was flipped onto her back. Now the hands came down to cup the backs of her knees, and she wasn't strong enough to resist as Sirius pressed her knees upward toward her chest. He paused again, angling his torso so that the camera could capture their position.
The new position gave him all the power as he increased the force of his thrusts, and all she could do was take it as she tried not to be overwhelmed by either the pain or the pleasure as his hips slammed repeatedly into her.
She was just starting to reluctantly give in to the increasing pleasure when his thrusts became more erratic, sacrificing rhythm for power. His eyes glazed over as he stared off at something somewhere above her head, his lips moving soundlessly. A sudden powerful tingle in her clit hinted at a spell to stimulate her since he was keeping his hands full with her thighs, and she couldn't hold back a loud moan, her hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders.
Suddenly, he released her thighs and wrapped his arms around her waist as his thrusts became almost manic. Helpless to do anything else, Hermione could only wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she tried to hold onto herself.
"Cum for me, Kitten," he growled in her ear. Whether it was the low rumble of his voice or some sort of primal instinct to obey him, she found every nerve in her body coiling tighter and tighter, and she clenched her eyes shut and gritted her teeth at the power of the overwhelming sensations. Then, in a burst of white light, every muscle in her body seized up as she clamped down on his cock with everything she had, her hips rocking as her body trembled with her violent orgasm.
Distantly she heard him howl as he surged powerfully into her one final time, and then he stopped and held himself there as he pulsed hotly within her depths. She could feel the wet spurting as he erupted within her, his cockhead seated well past her cervix within her womb and his knot tying them together as he basted the walls of her uterus with his sticky ejaculate.
Then he was collapsing on top of her, his nose buried in her neck as they fought for breath. After a moment, she could feel his tongue lapping firmly at the mark on her neck, causing her to pulse around him as her grasping pussy milked his cock for more cum.
"Good girl," he breathed into her neck between licks on her mark.
She was starting to resent how pleased his praise made her feel.
He seemed utterly uninterested in doing anything except playing idly with her body, from kissing her neck and worrying the mark there with his teeth to playing with her nipples and clit with his fingertips as he waited for his knot to shrink. He completely ignored her feeble protests and managed to wring three more orgasms out of her before his knot finally shrank enough for him to withdraw. As she lay there panting with silent tears falling down her face, he grasped her ankles to hold her legs open so he could admire the sight of her sore pussy still pulsing as a glob of creamy sperm leaked from her. It was stained pink with fresh blood, her ruptured hymen still unhealed, and he smiled as he realized he'd made her bleed a bit, feeling a little as if he'd had the pleasure of taking her virginity himself rather than Remus.
After the camera had captured a few shots at different angles of her sloppy pussy, he released her ankles so he could push his sperm back into her cunt with his fingers and then pushed her legs back together, saying, "There. Hold your legs closed, love. Don't want to waste any of that cream. Got to let it all soak in." When she obeyed, he patted her hip and then rose from the bed to go to the loo.
She waited until he was gone before summoning as much strength as she could and rolling onto her front to push herself up onto her hands and knees in order to crawl to the edge of the bed so she could get away. Before she could move more than a couple feet, a large warm hand wrapped around her ankle and jerked her back. She fell back onto her front with a squeak as Remus's voice growled, "Where do you think you're going, little witch?" He'd returned.
He manhandled her back onto her knees as he spoke, pulling her bum up into the air while a hand planted on her back forced her front down to the mattress. One hand caressed her hip and bum as the other briefly tested her readiness, two fingers thrusting and twisting back and forth in her cunt a few times as they scooped up Sirius's recent deposits and spread it around to coat her walls more evenly. When he felt she was sufficiently slicked up, he pulled his fingers from her and grasped her hip in one hand while he waved his wand with the other to Vanish his clothing. Then he placed his wand back on the nightstand and reached between them to position his cock at her entrance.
"No, Remus, please, don't," she begged, writhing and futilely trying to crawl away. "It hurts, it's too much!"
He ignored her protests, gripping her hips tightly, and with one smooth thrust his cock was buried deep inside her again, cockhead once again seated in her womb. He relished her sob of mingled pain and pleasure as her poor abused pussy was helpless to do anything except clamp down on him in orgasm.
"Always such a good girl for your Alphas, aren't you, Omega?" he crooned as he began to fuck her from behind while the camera zipped around them. "Since you're being so good, I promise after this round when you and I are done we'll get you a pain potion and a healing potion. Sirius and I are going to be working you hard today, and we have to make sure you can continue to take us."
Sirius came back into the room at that moment, still naked but now clean, having wiped himself off in the loo. He paused in the doorway as he caught sight of his best friend and pack-mate fucking their little witch from behind on the bed, and hardened again instantly.
"Fuck, yes, take that pussy Remus!" he hissed, starting to tug on his cock with one hand. "Shit, that's so fucking hot."
He pushed himself away from the doorway after admiring the sight of the two of them for a moment, and climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of Hermione. One hand tangled in her hair to guide her head while he used his other hand to grasp his cock and direct it toward her mouth, painting her lips with his precum until she got the hint and opened her mouth to take him in.
This time, instead of forcing himself down her throat, he let her keep his cock in her mouth, wanting her to explore the taste and feel of him. He was rewarded when he felt her tongue exploring him, running along his length before playing with the slit in his tip before her warm, wet mouth closed around him entirely and applied suction. Within moments, she was enthusiastically sucking and licking and slurping away on his cock like it was an oversized lollipop.
As the pleasure began to spiral higher and higher, he couldn't resist the urge to have her throat wrapped around him. So he brought his free hand up to cup her jaw, while his other hand tightened in her hair. "Deep breath, Kitten," he warned, and when she obeyed, he began fucking into her throat.
"Good girl," he praised as the camera zoomed in, clicking away while he steadily fucked her throat. "You look so beautiful spitroasted on our cocks like that, I want to keep you here forever. Want to lock you away and keep you chained to the bed for us to fuck and breed whenever we want. You'd keep our cocks warm and bear our pups, and we'd take care of you and your needs the rest of your days."
He held her still for a moment, her mouth stretched wide around him as her nose pressed into his groin, while the camera clicked away from various angles. Then he pulled himself out of her throat until only the head of his cock rested in her mouth, allowing her to take a breath before he thrust himself back down her throat. He did this a few more times before allowing her to go back to sucking and slurping on his dick like a lollipop.
Finally, Remus, who'd been pumping with long, powerful strokes into her pussy from behind, warned, "I'm getting close, Padfoot." As he spoke he reached around Hermione's hip with one hand, fingers unerringly finding her clit, though had she not had a mouthful of cock she could have told him he was catching her g-spot with his cock with every thrust anyway and she didn't really need the clitoral stimulation.
"Good," Sirius grunted. "Me, too." He looked down at Hermione, catching her gaze. "What about you, Kitten? You close?"
All she could do was moan around his cock, but that seemed to be answer enough for him.
"Good girl," he said, stroking her hair before tangling his fingers in it more tightly to hold her head in place while he fucked her throat.
Remus picked up his pace until he was pounding into her pussy, driving her onto Sirius's cock. The Animagus hardly even needed to do any of the work, the force of Remus's thrusts doing it for him. He did periodically withdraw enough to allow her to breathe.
"Get ready, little Omega," Remus growled. "Here it comes."
"Open your mouth, little girl," Sirius said, pulling most of the way out of her mouth. "I want to watch myself cum on your tongue."
She obeyed, panting, but had to force herself to keep her mouth open and her head in place when Remus reached around her and twisted her clit in his fingers, commanding, "Cum now, Omega!"
Helpless but to obey, she clenched around Remus with a cry, arms trembling to hold herself up so Sirius could cum in her mouth. The alpha wolf behind her clutched her hips and bum in a bruising grasp, hauling her back against him as he bent forward and sank his teeth into the mark on her neck, wrenching a garbled scream from her throat as the powerful contractions of her pussy milking him caused him to cum hard, erupting violently into her womb.
Sirius tangled his fingers in her hair and gripped it tightly in his fist, his other hand cupping her jaw. "Open wide," he grunted.
She obeyed, even sticking her tongue out a little and tilting her head back some. "Good girl," he praised, pleased. "Here it comes," he added and gave a long, satisfied groan as his cock exploded into her mouth. The first spurt hit the back of her throat, the second landing on her tongue. He painted the inside of her mouth with his hot, sticky cream much the way Remus painted the walls of her womb with his, while the camera captured it all.
When Hermione's mouth was almost full to the point of overflowing, Sirius patted her cheek. "Swallow it all, Kitten, there's a good girl," he told her, grinning at her unprotesting obedience as she closed her mouth around his tip and swallowed everything he gave her. He watched her face as she did so, relishing her expression as she blinked, and grinned wider as her beautiful eyes flew up to his in surprise.
"Like it?" he asked her smugly, chuckling as she blushed and nodded. Carefully untangling his fingers from her head, he patted her cheek again as he felt her warm tongue gently cleaning him as she savored the last drops of his cum. "Good girl, love," he sighed as he finally withdrew from her mouth.
Remus guided her gently to lie down on her side with him as his knot still tied them together, and Sirius followed suit, facing her as he pulled himself close against her. He reached one hand down between them, nudging her leg up and out of the way; Remus took the hint and grasped her thigh, pulling it up into the air.
Sirius unerringly found her clit and began to play with it, gently coaxing a couple more orgasms from her and relishing the mingled expressions of pleasure and pain that crossed her face and the moans that emerged from her mouth. At last, unable to resist, he kissed her, still fondling her clit, and savored the taste of himself blending smoothly with the taste of her mouth.
Finally, when Remus's knot had subsided enough, he withdrew from her abused and sloppy cunt. He rolled her onto her back, shoving a cushion under her hips and spreading her legs so that he and Sirius, who was sitting up, could admire once again the sight of her messy, gaping pussy covered in sperm and thin streaks of fresh blood.
The two men continued to play with her pussy some more, their fingers capturing any globs of sperm that emerged and pushing them back in until finally Remus muttered the same spell Sirius had used last night to seal the cum into her womb. A few more clicks sounded from the camera before it moved to rest on the nightstand.
Finally Remus left the bed but bade her and Sirius stay there. He disappeared from the room for a moment before returning with a blue glass jar with a black metal lid. Unscrewing the lid he returned to the bed, bidding Hermione spread her legs again.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, sounding a little apprehensive as she reluctantly obeyed. She was unable to resist the urge to clutch the sheets of the bed in her fists as she tensed, waiting for his answer as he dipped the little silver spoon that came with the jar into the clear cream, scooping out a generous dollop and coating his long fingers.
"I did promise earlier that since you were being so good we'd get you some pain potion and healing potion. This cream contains both. I bought it this morning after dropping Teddy off at Harry and Ginny's. The new apothecary has a secret section in the back of the shop for potions of an adult nature. This one is made specifically for women whose partners work them a little too hard." Muttering another spell, he brought his coated fingers between her legs, spreading the cream first around her outer labia and her puffy clit and then around her sore inner labia. She hissed in surprise first at the sting of her sore spots being touched and then at the cooling and numbing sensation as the cream went to work on her abused bits.
Once he'd worked the cream into all the outer parts of her pussy, he scooped out another dollop with the little spoon and this time coated only his index and middle fingers. These he gently worked into her sore and inflamed channel, which reflexively clamped down in an effort to keep out unwanted intruders as she let out an involuntary noise of pain.
Remus flashed her a slightly guilty look as he gently worked his fingers into her, and was rewarded with a shaky, barely audible sigh of relief as the cream started to work and she was able to start relaxing.
"The cream is spelled to not be washed or wiped off for thirty minutes, which is how long it takes for it to take full effect. You'll be able to use the loo and shower as normal," he told her as he finished spreading the cream around the walls of her cunt. "After which we'll make up a good hearty breakfast."
After withdrawing his fingers, he muttered the charm to seal into her pussy not only the healing cream but also the cum he and Sirius had deposited into her, which had started to leak out as he tended to her with the cream. She made a face at him, realizing what he'd done, and he returned her look unapologetically.
"When we said we were going to breed you, we meant it, little Omega," he told her. He laid a possessive hand on her flat lower belly, relishing the way the warm flesh quivered under his touch. "If you don't catch by the end of the weekend I'll be surprised. But as I said last night, we'll just have to keep practicing."
Her frown deepened but she decided not to argue for the time being. Instead, she rose from the bed and slipped into the loo, resisting the urge to slam the door.
He exchanged a glance with Sirius, who was lounging indolently against the headboard, smirking. He shook his head fondly at his pack-mate, thinking that the only way Sirius could look any smugger would be with a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Come on, Padfoot," he bade as he cleaned his cock with a wave of his wand before pulling on his trousers. "Let's hit the kitchen. Perhaps we can woo our little mate into forgiving us by cooking her breakfast and plying her with coffee."
Still smirking, the Animagus complied, grabbing his wand in order to first cast a cleansing charm on himself and then to dress himself in his usual black denim trousers.
Once they were in the kitchen Remus set the coffee to brewing while Sirius gathered all the ingredients to make omelets and started chopping the vegetables and ham. When Remus had finished getting the coffee started, he started cooking the eggs while Sirius sautéed the vegetables, ham, and spices. Once the Animagus was finished with the sautéing, he left Remus to finish the omelets while he made toast.
The two men had just finished the breakfast preparations, bringing everything to the bedroom and arranging it all on a single long tray that spanned most of the width of the bed, as well as changing the sheets on said bed, when Hermione stepped out of the bathroom at last.
She was dressed in a fluffy white robe that Remus recognized as his, and the knowledge made his inner Alpha give a pleased rumble. He must have made either a noise or a face without realizing because she flushed prettily and looked away.
She froze when she realized they had brought breakfast to the bedroom, cheeks stained further at the intimacy of it all. Though she did realize it was absurd to feel embarrassed at the intimacy of breakfast in bed with them when they'd both already deposited several loads of cum into her belly, and more than that, she'd already been sandwiched between the two of them with both their cocks in her pussy at the same time.
They didn't allow her to voice her thoughts on the matter, however, and in short order they had her bundled between them in the bed, feeding her bits of omelet and toast and ignoring her protests that she could very well feed herself.
Soon enough she found herself getting full, and she debated whether or not she should say so, knowing what would happen when breakfast was done. It turned out, however, that they both knew her well, because just as she'd started to wonder what she should do, they were Vanishing the tray and its contents. Before she could say anything, Remus cupped her face in both hands, turning her head toward him so he could kiss her while Sirius untied the robe and pushed it from her shoulders so he could wrap his lips around one puckered nipple.
By the end of the weekend, she'd been fucked in every hole, in every room of the house, her belly was slightly distended with the amount of cum filling her womb, and she couldn't walk without waddling. She wondered if she'd ever get the taste or scent of them out of her mind, only for the still tender mating marks on either side of her neck to twinge at the thought.
To her dismay, on Sunday evening, when she casually voiced the thought that maybe she'd better head back to her place so Remus and Sirius could spend the full moon without worrying about her, Remus became agitated and refused to let her go. Sirius had to wrestle him away from her and force him downstairs to the basement.
Not ten minutes later Sirius was back. To his shock, for the first time since Remus had started taking Wolfsbane, it didn't seem to be working as well as it normally did. He didn't think Remus was contagious – Sirius was pretty sure that part still seemed to be working – but the Wolfsbane wasn't keeping him as calm as it usually did. The wolf was pacing and irritable, whining and pausing every now and then to throw his head back and howl.
So Sirius had shifted into his own Animagus form to try and see what was wrong, only to find out that Moony had taken control, with Remus very much aware of what was happening in the back of his own mind but unable to control anything, much like during a normal full moon without the Wolfsbane. The only difference was, Moony had no desire to leave the house and run or attack anyone. But he was incensed at being separated from his mate.
In response to his pack-brother's inquiry, Moony pushed the image of the curly-haired human female who smelled like both of them into the other's head. And in response to his brother's concern, Moony reassured Padfoot that he had no intention of biting her to infect her. And wasn't that in itself a surprise, that werewolves could control whether or not they infected someone with their bite?
Upon seeing that Moony wouldn't calm down until the female was with them, Sirius bade him wait while he went back upstairs to prepare her.
Upon returning to Hermione he explained to her what had happened. Naturally she was initially reluctant to put herself in the presence of a fully-transformed werewolf without a barrier between them, but despite everything the two men had put her through this weekend, she did trust them at least in this one instance.
**What she hadn't counted on was that Moony didn't seem to care about the difference in their forms. She was his mate whether he was Remus the man or Moony the wolf.
In short order she found herself blinking at what took her a minute to realize was the rug before the fire, but seen from much closer than she was used to. She had only just registered what it was, followed by the sensation of fur at her back, when she felt something warm and sticky prodding between her legs.
And before she could protest, Moony's fully erect werewolf cock found its mark and in one hard thrust buried itself in her pussy to the hilt.
It turned out that, though the shape was rather different, Moony's werewolf cock was just as thick as Remus's human one, penetrated her cervix just as well, knotted her, and filled her womb with just as much cum. And, though not a soul would ever find out except for Ginny who was scarily perceptive – and who somehow figured out that werewolves and canine Animagi had knots just as normal dogs did – Moony's and Padfoot's canine cocks brought her to orgasm just as strongly as their human ones did.
She spent the rest of Sunday night on the plush living room rug before the fire between the wolf and the large, shaggy black dog, and had awoken several times in the night to the wholly unique sensation of a large canine cock plundering her slick channel. Sirius had later confessed he hadn't intended to fuck her as a dog, but the first time he tried as a man, Moony had reacted territorially in a way he didn't when Sirius fucked her as Padfoot.**
She woke the next morning to the sound of her own moans of discomfort as Remus and Sirius, both now human again, fucked her once more. They brought her to painful orgasm one last time before they thrust the heads of their cocks through her cervix and knotted her as they spilled into her now very full womb.
Finally they seemed to have reached a point where they couldn't fuck any more, at least for a while. Once their knots had gone down, Sirius had summoned the little jar of healing cream and applied it gently to her sore bits.
Then she was being carried as they returned to the bedroom upstairs, and they climbed into the soft bed, tucking her between them. They had scarcely settled on either side of her before she was out like a light.
To her surprise, when Harry and Ginny brought Teddy back home on Monday evening, he greeted her with an exuberant, "Mama!" as he flung himself at her and did his best to climb her legs.
Ginny watched as Hermione lifted the little boy and instinctively adjusted her hold, one hand pressing to her lower belly with a wince, before glancing uncertainly up at Remus. Ginny was surprised and intrigued by not only the brilliant blush that stained her cheeks but also the way her gaze moved from Remus to Sirius after a moment.
Filing this information away for later, Ginny apologized. "I'm sorry, he's spent the whole weekend hearing Jamie call me Mama, I'm sure it just slipped out," she said, referring to her eighteen-month-old who was starting to babble but could already say "Mama" and "Dada".
But no matter how Hermione tried to correct Teddy and remind him that while she loved him very much, he should remember that Tonks was his real mother, he refused to call her anything other than "Mama." Years later he would wrap his arms around her and explain that he knew very well that Nymphadora Tonks was the woman who had given birth to him and a part of him would always love the mother he couldn't remember, but Hermione Granger was all the mother he knew.
But that was years away yet. For the time being Hermione had more pressing matters to think on, starting with the way Remus and Sirius couldn't seem to leave her alone, regardless of what form they were in. She stayed Monday night, too, as well as Tuesday, and before she knew it, she'd been there a whole week. Each night they both fucked her, sometimes together, sometimes each taking his turn while the other watched, and she slept in their bed between them.
She'd have worried about Teddy asking awkward questions, but he seemed to have accepted the change as perfectly normal and taken her increased presence in the house at face value. As far as he was concerned, she was Mama and Mama was where she belonged, at his house with him and his Daddy and Uncle Siri.
When she first returned to her house, citing a need to tend to her plants and make sure she collected her mail, they went with her. When Sirius commented on how much more pleasant her house was, Remus agreed, and that was how they gradually began making the move from Grimmauld Place to her house.
And, perhaps inevitably, she did wake up one morning to the sensation of Remus's nose pressed into her lower belly as he inhaled deeply through his nose. When he met her eyes a moment later, there was a light in them that frightened her a little if she were being honest.
Sirius came back into the room to find Remus taking her more gently than he had up to this point. Wondering why, he looked to Remus to find the other man already looking at him. He couldn't have said how, but suddenly he just knew. He strode over to them as Remus paused his thrusting, cupped the back of Hermione's neck, and kissed her.
Seconds later his cock had joined Remus's in her pussy, but for the first time, neither of them was able to penetrate her cervix. She was in pup.