Moonlight Sonata

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Chapter 2: Discussions of Many Sorts


When Harry woke up the next morning, his first thought was Merlin, that was a strange dream! His second thought was that he really needed to piss. Pushing himself up off the floor, and wasn’t that strange, he’d never let himself pass out on the floor before. Shaking his head, Harry rested his hand on his stomach thinking he’d never had to piss this bad before either. Well wasn’t that strange. He didn’t think he had gained that much weight.

After a moment of absent thoughts, his eyes widened in shock. He reached his hand behind him to his anus and felt the plug he’d placed there last night. Bloody hell, it really happened?! Harry took off towards the bathroom, waddling slightly from the feeling of too much liquid in his bowels. He’d just entered his bedroom when he heard the floo activate.

“Mate, where are you? You’re late for work! Bloody hell, Harry, what the fuck?”

Harry closed his eyes and leaned against the wall for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He hadn’t cleaned up last night. Shit. That meant all of his sex toys were still all over the floor in front of the very fireplace his best friend had just stepped through.

“Just a minute, Ron. I’m getting dressed then I’ve got to piss.”

“No time to piss. Pull a robe on and get your ass out here. Our meeting with the Minister was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago. Everyone’s waiting on you.”

“Shit.” Harry scrambled to cast freshening charms on himself. He’d have to handle his bladder and bowels later. He grabbed some clothes and dressed quickly. Harry met Ron in the living room of his apartment and flooed to work.

Ten minutes later he was seated around a table full of representatives from each of the magical creature communities, the Minister of Magic, and Ron. Most of those magical creatures were looking at him funny and kept sniffing at him. He tried to subtly sniff himself to make sure his freshening charms worked. He hated being under scrutiny like that; it caused him to squirm. Squirming was bad, he decided. He really needed to get to the bathroom, and his sudden erection wasn’t helping matters!

“Now that we’re all here, shall we begin?”

Everyone agreed to proceed, and the meeting began. It started off tamely enough, discussing job rights, education rights, rights to health care, and the like. The debate, however, heated up two hours later when marriage and mating rights made it to the table.

“We have mates. There is no way around it. It is purely chemical. We sniff them out, and they are ours. We are incomplete without them, as they are without us. We live half lives. Many of us die without our mates. You cannot deny us this.” The representative from the vampire clans slammed his fist on the table to reinforce his point.

“The problem, Romanov, is that you don’t often give your mates a choice in the matter.”

“Minister, there is very little choice in the matter. There is life and mating or there is death. That is hardly a choice at all.”

“Some would choose death over mating with your kind. Mating with your kind often means death anyway.” The minister’s rebuttal sparked unrest among all non-humans seated at the table. Harry squirmed a little, too.

“With proper education, incidents like that would not happen. To mate with a magical creature is a thing of power and beauty.” This was the first Draco Malfoy had spoken all day.

“So you suggest we just turn our Wizarding citizens over to you to use as fuck toys?”

The werewolf representative, Tate McCullen, stood. “Minister, you go too far. Many of your citizens are partially magical creature as it is. Many of us die each year because you still refuse to allow us the most basic of our rights. We need our mates like we need air.”

The Minister stood as well. “I think we all need a break. Let’s go have lunch and return in two hours to continue this debate.”

“There will be no debate, Minister. We will not compromise of this issue, but if you need to feed, also a basic right that no one would think to deny you, then by all means, we shall adjourn until this afternoon.” The centaur representative left the conference room, everyone else falling in line to exit after her.

Harry remained seated, nervously contemplating how bad waddling through the Ministry of Magic would look. He had yet to make it to the bathroom to empty his bladder or his bowels. To top it off, after two hours of sitting, the plug lodged firmly against his prostate, Harry was hard as a rock.

As Malfoy walked past Harry’s chair, he leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Have fun last night, Potter? You reek of werewolf stench. Did you let him fuck you as a wolf? I didn’t realize you were that kinky. Maybe I’ll try you out myself.”

McCullen growled from his seat across from Harry. “Malfoy, keep your life sucking hands to yourself. His wolf will not hesitate to kill you if you touch him.”

Malfoy sneered but dropped it. “Bathe before you return from lunch, Potter. Or at the very least, wash his cum off you. It makes me want to vomit.” Turning his nose up, Malfoy left, leaving Tate and Harry in the conference room alone.

“Mr. Potter, I had no idea you were mated to a werewolf.”

“M… m… mated, sir? The only werewolf I know is Remus Lupin, and he’s like a father figure to me.”

“Well, Mr. Potter, you are in quite a predicament then. Shall we go to your place for lunch, so you can clean yourself up a bit, and we can discuss your recent mating?”

Shocked, Harry stuttered. “M… Ma… Mated?”

“Oh yes, Harry. A werewolf has stacked his claim of you. You are well and truly mated just as you were well and truly fucked last night.”

Shaking, confused, and aroused, Harry stood and led McCullen through the floo network to his apartment.

As soon as he stepped through the floo into his living room, Harry realized he had yet to clean up the floor from last night. His toys were spread all over the floor along with a brown spot he was trying desperately not to think about the implications of. He froze, trying to figure out how to clean it all up before Tate McCullen came through his floo. It was too late however, as McCullen crashed into him, taking them both to the floor.

McCullen’s laughter rumbled through Harry’s body. “Oh, Mr. Potter, if I weren’t already mated, and to a female no less, the smell of this room would have be rutting against you.” The werewolf allowed his instincts to take over for a moment. He buried in nose in Harry’s neck. He groaned and pulled back Harry’s collar to expose the mark on his shoulder. “Oh Harry, you’ve been claimed completely. He not only fucked you; he bit you. This mark is going to scar when it heals. You’re one of us now.”

Harry, who’d secretly been enjoying having the werewolf representative covering his body, froze as those words were growled into his ear.

“Cl...claimed?”

“Yes, Harry, and by the smell…” Tate slid his tongue over the mark. “and taste, by a very powerful alpha wolf, though he’s not part of any pack. A lone wolf. A wolf who would be Alpha of us all by the taste of his power, if he wanted a pack of course.”

Harry was shaking now. “Am… am I a… werewolf… now?”

McCullen chuckled darkly. “Oh no, Harry. You smell very submissive.” Tate slid down Harry’s body, and he buried his face in the seat of Harry’s pants. “Sweet Harry Potter. You are wolf enough to be the most submissive human I have ever smelt, but you will not change with the phases of the moon unless the Alpha wills it. You didn’t put up a fight at all did you?”

Harry buried his face in the rug and tried not to groan. His brain was all too willing to pull up the memories of last night, proving just how easily he’d been dominated by the wolf. “He came out of nowhere. I thought he was a dream.”

“Do you often dream of wolves fucking you, Harry?”

“No…”

McCullen chuckled and reached under Harry to unbutton his pants. Before Harry knew what was happening, his pants were pulled off of him. The werewolf groaned when he saw the plug in Harry’s anus.

“You smelled so strongly of his semen, I figured you just hadn’t bathed, but it’s more than that isn’t? You left his cum in you… plugged yourself to keep it in.”

“He… he told me to…”

“He really did want to make his claim on you obvious, didn’t he?” McCullen pulled the plug out. Harry gasped and started to struggle. The werewolf grabbed his hips and held him still.

“No! Don’t touch me there!”

“Stop struggling, sub.”

“I’m not yours! Stop!”

McCullen used his superior strength to hold Harry down. He buried his face in that firm ass and sealed his mouth over Harry’s anus. He sucked and swallowed, tasting the Alpha who had claimed Harry as his own.

Harry started crying, though he had no idea why. The sucking felt so good, but he wasn’t getting hard. He felt violated. His body knew, however, that he couldn’t win against the bigger male on top of him. He went limp.

McCullen rewarded him by pushing his tongue into Harry’s anus, licking what was left of the cum from his ass. When he was done he sat back and patted Harry’s ass. He was half drunk on the power he’d absorbed from the cum he’s drank from the delicious ass under his hands.

“Alpha’s cum is almost as good as Alpha’s blood would be. You found him, whoever the hell he is, and he’s claimed you. This is big, Harry.”

“Will he be displeased by what we just did?”

“If he knew, probably. He won’t know, though, unless he approaches you in his human form. Now, Harry, why don’t you go take a shower?”

Harry grabbed his pants and held them over his crotch as he ran to the bathroom. He’d felt dirty all morning, but that was nothing compared to how he felt now.

He turned on the hot water and climbed in the shower. Grabbing the shampoo, he washed his hair, then moved on to scrubbing his body. He started at his neck, but every time he touched the bite, he shivered in pleasure. He determined to ignore that for now and started scrubbing every where McCullen had touched him.

As he reached to turn off the water, he saw the enema hose he sometimes used. He knelt in the tub and turned the shower off, rerouting the water through the bath faucet. He twisted the hose on and pushed the nozzle into his anus. He lowered his body to the cooling porcelain and let the water run into his body. The feeling reminded him of the wolf who’d violated him last night. No. Not violated. That wasn’t the right word. He’d wanted it, wanted it badly, though he’d thought it was a dream. If he allowed himself to admit it, which he was really trying not to admit it, he’d enjoyed the whole experience, would have enjoyed sitting on the toilet and letting the cum run from his body, but Tate McCullen had ruined the whole thing. Tears ran down Harry’s face, blending in with the drops of water slowly making their way to the drain.

Harry stayed like that until his abdomen began to cramp. He turned off the tap but didn’t make a move to let the water drain from him. The water brought a slight comfort, reminding him of the feeling of being full that he’d loved so much the night before, that he’d experienced with a hard-on all morning.

A knock at the door brought him from his thoughts.

“Harry, there’s only an hour left before we have to be back, and we haven’t eaten lunch yet.”

Harry groaned and sat up. His sphincter clenched, trying to retain the water, but he forced it to relax. He fisted his erection that he hadn’t noticed returned, enjoying the feeling of the water leaving his body, his head full of memories of last night. After he came and all the water had drained from him, Harry dried himself off and quickly dressed in clean clothes. After several deep breaths, he joined McCullen in the living room.

“I don’t have much to offer, just sandwich fare.”

“That’s fine. I’m still full from my feast last night and from Alpha cum.” McCullen’s smirk sent Harry running to the kitchen, his heart fluttering with nervousness.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“I am doing nothing to you. The Alpha awakened the wolf in you. You’ll probably never be allowed to turn, so you’ll always be lowest wolf on the chain, especially now that you’re the Alpha’s submissive. Other wolves will always make you feel the need to submit.”

“I don’t feel like submitting to you. I feel like running from you.”

McCullen chuckled. “You’ll feel better once you’re with your mate. I’ll be surprised if you make it to the next full moon. I’d stay far away from other wolves. They’ll want to be near you in hopes of getting nearer to the Alpha. We’ve been separate packs for so long now, one central leader would be unimaginably wonderful. Other wolves will want to be in your good graces in hopes of being in his. They’ll try anything, including sexual favors.”

“Like you tried to do?” Harry spat.

McCullen laughed. “Oh no, Harry. That was not sexual at all, at least not for me. That was all about power. The cum I ate from you…”

Harry interrupted. “The cum you stole from me.”

“…That was all about power. Body fluids from someone higher on the food chain, they act like a drug, making you feel powerful, high, invincible. Better me than some random wolf on the street though, right?”

Harry shivered. This was getting worse and worse. “What if I don’t want all this? Haven’t I been through enough in my life? Haven’t I been used enough? Bloody hell, am I doomed to always be used so someone else can gain power?” With each question, Harry’s voice rose, his power spreading out to almost tangible waves, forcing McCullen to his knees.

“Calm down, Harry. You’re anger and fear will summon him.”

Harry’s anger instantly deflated, and he flung open the fridge door, pulling out bread, meat, and cheese. He quickly put together two sandwiches and tossed one to McCullen.

“So, I’m mated to an alpha werewolf?”

“Not just any alpha. The Alpha.”

“Whatever, The Alpha.” Harry rolled his eyes. “When will I know who he is?”

“I expect he’ll show you when you’re both ready to accept this.”

Harry snorted. “That’ll never happen. Look we need to get back to the Ministry.”

McCullen nodded and headed to the fire place. “You know, Harry, now that you’re a mate to a creature, I and the other magical creatures at the table today will expect you to fight hard for our mating and marriage rights. After all, if it’s forbidden by the ministry, you’ll only be dooming yourself and your mate to running from the law, isolation, possibly death. See you in a little while, sub.” With a smirk, McCullen flooed back to the Ministry.

Harry groaned and threw his uneaten sandwich in the trash. “I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I doomed to always be a freak?” Harry shook his head and flooed to the Ministry.

The afternoon, though long and full of heated debates, ended well. The bill outlining and describing in detail the rights of magical creatures was finished. Everyone was satisfied with the results, though the Minister of Magic looked like he’d eaten a few too many lemon drops. Once signed by the Wizengamot, magical creatures would be full Wizarding citizens.


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AN : I’m having oral surgery tomorrow, hence me posting two chapters in one day. I’m not sure I’ll be coherent enough to remember to do it. I’m hoping I’ll be sane enough to write another chapter tomorrow evening. If not, give me a day or two to recover. I’m not abandoning the story, I promise.


kyuubifreak : Here’s another chapter! I hope you enjoy the plot as much as the sex!
POOHBEAR74 : I’ve decided to keep it going. Let me know if it’s going in a good direction!
wolfcathope : Yes indeed, there will be mpreg, but there’ll be a couple more encounters first.
starstruck86 : I’m getting there. There’ll be another beast scene first. Hope that doesn’t squick you too much. I’m flattered that you’re reading a story just because it’s me!
The Quivering Quill : I hope some of your question has been answered… Harry thought it was a dream. He’ll be freaking out over the next couple of chapters...