Moonlight Sonata

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Chapter 4: Markings


Once Harry returned home, he ate and went to bathe. After thoroughly cleansing his outsides, he decided to wash out his insides as well, for himself of course, not so he could be clean on the off chance his werewolf would come back.

And since when was it his werewolf. What if McCullen was wrong, and it wasn’t a werewolf at all? Maybe it really was just a wolf. Was one really better than the other? Was he really contemplating doing that again? It had felt pretty good. Ok, it had felt better than good, Harry admitted to himself. It was the best sex he’d ever had, not that he’d ever had sex with a male before. But it had been amazing, breath stealing, all those girly things guys never admitted to thinking.

Not to mention, Harry reminded himself, the bite on his shoulder. That had only added to his pleasure. But what did it mean? Was he going to change? Was McCullen right? Had the werewolf only marked him as a submissive and made him just werewolf enough to mate with? And that recalls the question of was it even a werewolf?

Harry shook his head frantically. He got out of the shower and dressed himself in a t-shirt and his favorite worn-out jeans. He left his bedroom and wandered around his living quarters. Usually they felt warm, inviting, like a cocoon. Now the place felt suffocating and too open all at once. Hoping some fresh air would help, Harry threw open the patio doors and stepped outside. He took a deep breath of the afternoon air. It was a little chilly for his tastes. A cold front was coming in, bringing rain. He thought of Remus and wondered how his changes were going. He hadn’t spoken to the werewolf in several months, and he missed the man and his quiet, strong presence. Thoughts of Remus turned his thoughts back to what might happen that evening with his own werewolf.

He turned back into the house, heading to the liqueur cabinet. He poured himself a glass of firewhiskey and tossed it back, hoping to settle his nerves. He tried a second glass and was at least starting to feel a little braver. He took a third glass into the living room and settled onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Determined to take his mind off the possibilities for the evening, he switched on his television that Hermione had hooked up special just for him so magic wouldn’t fry it. Flipping channels idly, waiting for the sun to set, Harry didn’t notice the fireplace come to life until McCullen had already stepped through the floo.

Startled, Harry stood. “McCullen! What are you doing here? The sun sets in less than an hour!”

“Then we’ll have to be quick.” Before Harry knew what hit him, the werewolf was in his personal space, removing his clothes.

“Wh… What are you doing?” Harry struggled, fighting McCullen as the wolf tried to unbutton his pants.

“I came to check on you, make sure you were ready to receive the Alpha, and what do I find? You, pathetic little sub that you are, not even naked! You need to be on all fours, lubed, stretched, ready to go, in anticipation of the Alpha’s visit. He will have no patience for human propriety and prudish nonsense.” Frustrated with Harry’s struggles, McCullen sat and pulled Harry over his knee. In a move too swift for Harry to notice until it was too late, the wolf brought his hand down harshly on Harry’s ass. “Be still, submissive!”

Harry entire body went limp, and he whimpered. A little voice in his head chided him for his willing submission to this wildman, but he put it down to it being a full moon and him being attacked by a were on the brink of transformation.

“Now, let’s get you naked.” Harry allowed McCullen to strip him down though he didn’t help, letting his body lay completely limp in the werewolf’s lap.

Once Harry was naked, McCullen rolled the submissive onto the floor. He propped Harry up on his hands and knees. He then spelled lubricant on his fingers.

Hearing the spell, Harry opened his mouth to protest, his anal muscles clenching tight. McCullen ignored Harry’s distress and began to harshly prepare Harry, roughly pushing two large fingers into the tight, dry rectum.

Harry grunted and fought back tears. He was hurting from the rough treatment, but more than that he hated having someone else’s hands on him. They felt wrong! Why did McCullen always pull this shit with him? Why did he always seem to take advantage of him? The guy was mated! and supposedly straight! What was his obsession with Harry’s ass?

Deeming himself done with his work after pushing four fingers into the rigid body beneath him, McCullen patted Harry’s ass. “Stay in this position. Don’t move unless he moves you. Now, I believe you had some plugs. Tell me where they are.”

Harry tried not to answer, he really did, but something in that voice compelled him to obey. “In the left bedside table.”

McCullen returned shortly thereafter with one of Harry’s larger plugs, a vibrating one, in his hand. He set the plug on the floor between Harry’s knees. He pocketed the remote.

“I think I’ll keep this, my pretty.” With a wolfish smirk, McCullen disappeared through the floo, just as the moon rose over the horizon.

Harry sank onto his elbows and closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe that had just happened to him. He’d once again let McCullen violate him, but something inside him had told him to submit to the higher ranking wolf. He groaned. If this is what that bite mark on his neck meant, he wanted nothing to do with it, especially if it allowed McCullen to think he was going to be allowed to play with a toy in his ass. That wolf had another thing coming. The whole situation made Harry realize that he really did hope he was mated with this mythical Alpha who was in charge of all the werewolves. Maybe then the Alpha would teach McCullen a lesson for violating Harry every chance he had.

Harry became so lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice the passage of time. Soon the sky outside was completely black, and a big chestnut colored wolf was stalking into his living room through the open patio doors.

The wolf was satisfied to note his little mate was waiting for him, but something about the whole situation didn’t sit right with him. He sniffed the air and discovered the scent of another wolf. Growling, he stalked to his mate and pushed his nose into his submissive’s anus. While the scent of the other wolf was there, it was not a sexual scent. Though the wolf had touched his mate, he hadn’t taken him. Feeling mildly better, the wolf slipped his tongue into his mate’s hole.

Harry groaned. He hadn’t noticed the wolf’s presence until his cold nose was pressed firmly against his bottom. He’d shivered a little, wondering what the wolf was doing, secretly pleased that he had shown up after all. What’s more, Harry was pleased to note he was still human. All those thoughts fled the instant the wolf’s tongue started to massage the walls of his rectum.

Having erased the taste of the other wolf from his mate’s inner passage, the wolf set about licking over Harry’s entire body, nudging the submissive’s limbs in the directions he wanted them to go. He paid special attention to the bite mark he’d left last full moon, as well as to his mate’s tender nipples, navel, glans, and perineum.

Harry was completely blissed out as the wolf bathed his entire body. Perhaps bathed was the wrong word, Harry decided. This was not meant to clean exactly, though he did notice the wolf’s tongue was harsher on the parts of his body McCullen had touched. This tongue bathing was purely to arouse and tease, Harry determined, and it worked like a charm. By the time the wolf had made it back to his starting point, rimming that sweet hole, Harry was nearly incoherent from the pleasure.

Pleased with his work, the wolf mounted his little mate, thrusting into the tight hole, thrusting brutally to remind his submissive that he belonged to him alone.

Harry collapsed, his arms giving out completely, leaving his ass high in the air. This was better than last time. Last full moon, Harry had already been close to cumming when the wolf arrived. Last time seemed more like a quickie type of fuck. This… this was all about claiming, laying stake to. Harry wasn’t sure how long the wolfed pounded into him, but each thrust hit his prostate. He floated on the pleasure, offering himself up as a willing vessel for the wolf’s lust.

It couldn’t last forever though, and Harry couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer. He came with a scream, feeling his anal muscles tighten around the cock buried deep inside him. His orgasm, it seemed, triggered the wolf’s. He felt the knot swell inside his rectum. Though he’d known to expect it this time, it still caught him by surprise. He almost came again as he felt the hot flood of cum into his body.

They both slumped to the floor, the wolf still buried in his little slice of heaven. He licked over his bite and bit into again. Harry screamed. The first bite had been during sex, so Harry had only felt pleasure. This bite was painful, but the wolf soothed the injury with his tongue. Harry felt himself push back against the tongue, enjoying the feeling of it moving roughly over the tender bite. Something about the action made him feel at peace, accepted, completed. The full feeling in his gut added to that sense of belonging. Maybe he did like the idea of being a submissive werewolf after all if he felt like this all the time.

Slowly, the werewolf pulled out, and he nudged the plug with his nose. Harry obediently pushed the plug in and then rolled over onto his back, hoping to relieve some of the pressure in his bowels. He looked down and giggled. He looked pregnant, not full term by any means, but at least a few months along. He rubbed his hand over the swelling and tried not to let the giggles turn into hysterical laughter.

The wolf was watching his human closely and noticed the preoccupation with his belly. The wolf sniffed at his small mate, then began licking his stomach with long swipes of his tongue. He could smell the quickening of his mate’s womb, smell that what his bite mark last month had created had now accepted his seed and was beginning the slow process of creating life. He had to get his human side to accept his wolf side. He could no longer afford to act as two separate entities. In nine months, he would have more than just a mate to care for; he would have a litter of pups. He needed to be whole to protect them from others; he needed to provide a constant visual of ownership to those who sought to take his sweet one away.

The wolf cuddled against his mate, licking and nuzzling until his little submissive was sound asleep. Feeling satisfied, he started to leave. He had an impertinent wolf to subdue. The scent of said wolf stopped him though. He’d forgotten that traces of it still lingered in his mate’s dwelling. He patiently sniffed out everywhere the scent had settled. Once found, he replaced the scent with his own. On impulse, he decided extra markings on his mate would perhaps help keep the other wolf at bay. He lifted his leg and pissed over his sweet one’s genitals and ass, making sure to mark over that delicious hole. He snorted happily as his sleeping mate’s cock stiffened from the stimulation.

Wanting to leave his mate with a sign of his caring besides the markings and a full belly, he searched the house for nesting materials. He found the bedroom and pulled a pillow and a blanket from the bed, dragging them to the living room. With utmost care, the wolf nudged his mate’s head onto the pillow and tucked the blanket in around his exhausted body.

He once again headed for the patio doors. With one last look at his mate, he nudged the glass doors closed and hurried off to take care of the problem wolf before the moon set.


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