The Walking Wounded

Chapter Twelve—

Warning!—Strong sexual content ahead. Sex in shape shifter form ahead!

“Everything will be all right.” I smile nervously at Remus, shackling his wrist to the bed and smoothing his gray hair across his forehead. With exception to the silver manacles on his ankles and wrist, he is naked.

“I just wish I could put the muzzle on right now,” he sighs sheepishly.

I caress his cheek, my stomach clenching nervously. “Severus will take care of that.”

Remus sighs again. “I can’t believe you talked him into this. I can’t believe I’m even allowing this!”

Cupping his cheeks, I force him to look at me. “We can do this. It will be totally controlled and totally safe. Moony won’t hurt me. He needs me.”

“I” need you,” he rasps, turning his head and kissing my hand. “I don’t want to hurt you. My physiology will be different. Moony’s—”

Placing my finger against his lips, I shush him. Heat burns my cheeks. My knickers are soaked as heat rolls through my system. “Have I ever told you how turned on I am by seeing you like this,” I giggle, trying to lighten his mood. I hear Severus’ coming down the basement stairs. Everything has been arranged, a bed moved into Moony’s cell for comfort and mood.

“We’ll have to try this part of it another time,” Remus adds, trying his best to put on a brave front.

“The sun is setting,” Severus announces from the bottom step. “Hermione, you should go upstairs until I call you.”

Smiling, I brush past him. His eyes dip to the gap of my robe, and I see the tented proof of his desire against the black wool of his trousers. That is all he has on. He is bare-chested and barefoot, his skin almost alabaster against the sparse, dark hairs of his chest. Unable to resist, I tug the top of my robe to give him a better view. I could shag him on the stairs with little thought to comfort. I am on fire, my body screaming with lust. Add my normal heat to the Fertility Potion Severus gave me, and I would shag just about anyone.

“I think it best if you wait upstairs,” he says, his voice husky. “It will give him a little time to compose himself.”

Looking over his shoulder, I glance at Remus, who gives me an encouraging nod. This is it. Moony’s instructions were explicit. He will never accept a child into our pack unless he takes “an active part” in its creation. We will not have this kind of opportunity again for another two years. I am reluctant to leave Remus, but do as I am instructed.

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“I must be mad,” Severus mumbles to himself, pacing back and forth before me. Moony smiles in my mind, the grin spreading across his canine features. He’s close by, floating just beneath the surface. I have had to make certain concessions throughout my life to my alter ego, lest he rebel and take over completely.

I cannot describe the sensation with words. My personality is more than a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde relationship. Over the years, I have come to care for the surly bastard, and I found myself unable to deny him his request. He lurks in the corner of my mind, embittered over his place and powerless to do anything about it. Until the creation of Wolfsbane Potion, he had always had free reign during the full moon.

He is a constant reminder of the potential destruction of those I love, a slave to the instinctual habits of a wild animal. The curse of lycanthropy is not the loss of control; it is the social stigma that is attached to it. Moony accepts our mates, approved wholeheartedly as we marked Severus and Hermione. It is that decision which has led to this moment. We are the alpha male, destined to mate with the female. It took years, but Moony finally realized pups were not in our future. That is why we marked Severus.

Severus is rightfully suspicious of my alter ego. How can I assure him of Moony’s intentions? I feel the all-so-familiar draw of the full moon approaching. “He only wants to feel,” I explain hastily. “He doesn’t want to harm either of you.”

Severus’ dark eyes peruse my naked state, lingering over my semi-erect cock. “I… can deny neither of you… this moment.” He chooses his words carefully. “Though it was difficult locating such… restricted material, I know this is the proper course. Moony shall have his mates this night.

Are there any other demands I should be aware of?” he asks softly.

I shake my head quickly, the transformation robbing me of my ability to speak.

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I cannot watch the painful display of the transformation and turn away. It is all I can do not to cover my ears to the horrific screams and howls as the curse takes Remus from me. I stare out the window, damning the full orb in the sky for its wicked influence. The screams and howls are replaced by a pitiful whining, the kind that strikes at the most jaded hearts. Turning, the man I know and care for is gone. In his place, is the creature of legend— the cross between man and beast.

Moony is shackled to the bed, powerless against the silver that entraps him. We placed the manacles along the areas where there was the most scar tissue, hoping the approximations captured the correct appendages. His figure is humanoid in appearance, the only differences, large, mutated paws that look more like claws where hands and feet used to be, his face marred by an elongated snout, and gray fur covering the majority of his body. His slim, glistening phallus is erect and pulsing, pre-ejaculate already leaking from its tip.

I approach him carefully, holding the muzzle out. I levitate the contraption with my wand and float it toward his heard. He makes no move to avoid it and seems to welcome the trapping as it snaps into place. He whines, his long tongue licking his chops, and glances at the door. I feel the effects of Hermione’s heat and can only imagine the impact on true lycan senses.

“You must want her badly if you agreed to restraints, Moony.” I talk to him as if he can understand the words I am saying.

His whimpering whine grows louder, and his amber eyes fixate on the door.

The moment is surreal, and I have great difficulties reconciling our fate. “Look at me,” I hiss between clenched teeth, the pull of the moon causing my foul mood. As I stand by the edge of the bed, I hook a finger into the metal muzzle and force him to look at me. “The first snap of your teeth will sign your death warrant. Is that understood?”

The wolfish whine turns into a low growl, which is quickly disguised as an accepting “gruff.” There is no resentment in the amber eyes as they trail back to the door. I have spent the last week preparing for this moment, but the one thing I can never prepare for is what has me in its grasp, the lunar madness and the lust that is sure to consume us all.

The door opens, revealing our feminine temptress.

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The fire of mating heat consumes me. The material of my robe is rough against my skin, and I open it, letting it fall to the floor. I cannot resist the lure of the scents and sounds from this room. Moony’s pathetic whines call to me as liquid heat coats my sex and inner thighs. Tonight is not just about conception. It is so much more. For years, I have made love to Remus, rarely appeased over having half a man.

I shall claim his other half tonight. My hungry gaze lingers over Moony, part of me anxious. Moony is much larger than Remus, taller and broader, and much more intimidating. Though his hands and feet are bound, fear slivers down my back, the thought that he could tear me apart close.

I swallow the fear. I am in earnest, needing to feel him against me. I move toward him, only to be caught by Severus.

“Remember,” he hisses against my ear, hastily shoving his trousers down and rubbing his swollen erection along the crease of my buttocks. “Once you take him into your body, he will be locked within you. He will knot within you, swelling five times the size he is now. Are you certain you wish to continue?”

I look at the red organ nestled in a patch of dark gray fur and lick my lips. “Please.” I barely recognize my husky voice. “I need this.” Severus cups one of my breasts in his left hand as his right hand scoops between my thighs and collects the evidence of my desire. His touch alone makes me burn, but before I can enjoy it, he pulls the hand away. My juices shine on his fingers. I reach for them, but he holds them out of reach.

“You’re slick with need,” he murmurs softly, licking his fingers clean. “Ripe for the picking. You’re like a fire in our blood, the light of our soul.”

He plucks my nipples and nibbles my neck, kicking his trousers off and rubbing his stalk between my legs. I gasp, longing to bend over and offer myself to him, but Moony whimpers, calling me to him in a manner I cannot deny. “He needs me,” I implore Severus to let go of me, but he holds onto me and slides his fingers between my labia, seeking my clitoris.

The touch of his fingers against the puckered button makes me jump. Lust burns within me. “Tell me what you want.” Severus’ breath is hot against my neck, his tongue swirling intricate patterns over the sensitive skin.

I groan, moving on his hand and seeking a measure of release. “I want it all,” I growl breathlessly.”

“Tell me, Hermione,” he hisses.

Moony chuffs, his frustration mounting. The bright red phallus protrudes from the sheath, oozing with his arousal. His hips move in the air, desperate jerks to sate his lust.

“I said I want it all, Severus.” My lust knows no bounds. “And I mean to have it.”

Pulling his fingers from my body, he spins me round and kisses me. The dominance is unmistakable, his tongue pushing into my mouth and demanding a duel. He walks me backwards toward the bed, the edge touching the back of my knees. Severus lifts me, scooting me sideways so that I straddle Moony’s furry hips. The brush of wiry hair heightens my arousal.

“Then I suggest you take what you want,” Severus purrs, arranging me on top of Moony’s lap with a smug smile.

I gasp, feeling the tip of Moony’s cock glide against my mons. I am straddling him with my back to his chest. I try to turn around, but Severus touches my thigh. “Please,” he rasps. “Take him like this. Open your creamy thighs and let me feast between them.”

I am lost, every fiber of my being focused on this moment. With a shift on Moony’s lap, the tip of his cock is poised at my weeping core. I haven’t a moment to consider what is done as the beast thrusts into me, the spurt of hormonal liquids easing his passage. It is a strange sensation. He is longer than Remus, yet thinner. He is grinding his hips upward, the tip of his sex lodged firmly against my cervix. I feel a bump edge along his shaft and past my inner labia. It pulses with life, its heartbeat becoming my own.

I squirm on top of his lap, hearing him pull on the chains and whining in frustration. Liquid hormones soak my sex, mingling with my own juices and coating my inner thighs. Severus has his wand pointed at my husband. “Calm down, Moony. I’ll kill you if you hurt her.”

Moony chuffs, the whine ending in a low growl. He stills beneath me and I feel the knot grow within me. It fills me, nudging against the underside of my pleasure spot.

“That’s better, wolf,” Severus pants in front of me, placing his wand on the bed and kneeling at the foot of the bed. His eyes are filled with lust, another victim to the pull of the lunar cycle. “Stunning,” he comments, staring at the intimate connection Remus and I share.

The bulb of excitement swells within me, the feel of it somewhat frightening. There is no turning back now. It pulses within me, growing larger with seed. He’s locked within me.

“Are you all right?” Severus asks, his eyes now on my face.

I nod vigorously, closing my eyes and biting my lip as I concentrate on the carnal possession. And then I feel it. The shift of the mattress and the feel of Severus’ fingers as they part my nether lips. Opening my eyes, I witness his intent of oral pleasure. His hot breath caresses my mons, and he slides lower still. Moony’s controlling thrusts within me are minimal at best, the knotted length of his cock arousing me.

Severus rubs his cheek against my inner thighs, inhaling deeply as he flicks his tongue against the flesh for a taste of pre-seminal fluid combined with my arousal. His head dips lower and Moony flinches, his chuffing growl turning into a contented sigh of pleasure. Severus’ tongue dips into my folds, and he emits a ravenous growl. He tickles his tongue higher, circling the jutting bud of my clit and teasing me to a heightened sense of arousal I have never known.

Nirvana strikes with a soft kiss.

With Moony’s knotted flesh tugging at my g-spot and Severus’ tongue dancing over my clit, I convulse with pleasure. Someone screams. Moony howls, the eruption of the knot flooding my channel as the physical lock breaks. Severus laps at the feast, his fingers prying my lips apart, his tongue delving into my weeping core.

“Lie down,” Severus murmurs against my mons, licking his way up my body and forcing me to do his bidding. Moony’s fur is rough against my back, the intimate connection broken. I close my eyes, feeling him move between my thighs. I tremble between my two lovers, Moony’s breath hot against my neck, his sticky semen dripping from my center as Severus prods my legs open more.

“Look at me,” he instructs, rubbing the tip of his cock along my inner labia. “I need your answer before I proceed.”

I blink, trying to understand what he is asking me through the passionate haze. “Please!” I implore, thrusting upward and trying to capture him. Severus groans, almost giving in to the temptation.

He shakes his head, clasping my hips and holding me down. “I can still walk away, Hermione. All you have to do is say yes. I offer protection and a name for the child we shall create tonight. Will you marry me?” he asks me the same question he has asked for the last two weeks.

“Yes!” I reply, saying anything to get what I want. Lust burns bright within me, destroying the normally rational being I am and forcing me to say and do things I do not mean. I would love to say yes to Severus’ proposal, but I have refused him these past two weeks. I may love the surly bastard, but he doesn’t love me. Though his reasoning is noble, it is flawed.

“Promise?” he rasps, sliding in to my body, filling my empty depths.

Though I shake my head “no”, I promise him anything. With a low growl, he grabs my hips and holds me. He hammers into me, enticing my body with the forceful actions. Chains rattle as Moony tries to move beneath me. The werewolf’s breathing is rough and ragged, his body tense with anticipation.

“Say it,” growls Severus, buffeting me with his forceful thrusts. “Promise that you’ll marry me. Promise that you’ll love me!”

Each time he invades my inner depths, spirals of pleasure encircle me. I barely understand what he is saying. I’ll do anything at this point, even pretend that he loves me. “I promise! I promise!”

Severus gasps above me, somehow maintaining the brutal pace of our passion, as he nears his climax. “Touch yourself, my love,” he moans. “Come with me.”

I slip my fingers between my plump, wet lips and rub the jutting pearl of pleasure. Severus gathers one of my legs, placing the ankle on his shoulder and deepening our union. His mouth opens, but no words come out, the jetted pulses of seed joining the mixture of fertile juices.

My release rolls over me and carries me gently into darkness.

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Author’s Notes—All mistakes are my own. Thanks to all who have reviewed!