Moonlight Sonata

To my wonderful reviewers:

I’m sorry this has taken so long! School is starting back up, and there is so much to do! So you know and are forewarned, I will be extremely busy this fall. NO, I AM NOT ABANDONING MY STORIES, not this one or A Slave to a Slave . I am planning on continuing them, updates will just be a bit slower than every day. Sorry guys. I’m hoping it’ll be once a week. I’ll work on making it more often, but life sometimes gets in the way of fantasy. Anyway, your reviews are inspiring and help keep me motivated. Keep up the good work, Ladies and Gentlemen. Now on with the show.


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Chapter 5 : Unwanted Helpers


When Harry woke the next morning, he felt sticky, warm, and cozy. Shaking his head, desperately craving a bath, he pushed himself into a sitting position. Gasping at the feel of the plug pressing firmly against his prostate, Harry shifted to all fours. This position brought back the memories of last night. As the images flickered across his mind’s eye, his cock took interest in the situation, rising to the occasion.

Supremely glad it was Saturday, Harry slowly made his way to the shower, crawling, not certain his legs would hold him. Once in the tub with water pouring over him, he allowed himself to take stock of his body. Everything was sensitive. He had to change positions several times until the water didn’t pelt his tender nipples. His cock was ready to orgasm from just the little stimulation of pounding water that had been too much for his nipples. He couldn’t sit up because the plug in his anus pressed against his prostate, which made his tender penis happier. And, on top of that, moving jostled the plug, lighting up the tender nerves of his rectum. Obviously his wolf had worked his ass hard last night, so hard he couldn’t decide if the sensations were pleasurable or painful.

Groaning, Harry realized he was back to calling his… the wolf ‘his wolf’.

“Well, Harry, it seems you accepted the fact that you have a taste for beastiality.” He casually ran his hand over his distended belly. “And not just beastiality but what ever the kink is called when you like being stuffed full of said animals cum.” Harry chuckled to himself hoping it would stave off the tears. “Merlin, I really am fucked in the head.” He dropped his head back against the porcelain tub and closed his eyes, just letting the water run over his body.

A pop woke him from his half sleep state. Starting, Harry sat up and pulled the curtain aside. Groaning and lying back, both from the plug’s movement inside him, as well as the sight that greeted him.

“What do you want, Dobby? Can’t you see I’m trying to bathe here?”

“Yes, Mister Harry Potter sir. Dobby sees that. Dobby came to help.” Dobby pulled back the shower curtain, turned off the shower, and began to fill the tub with water.

Harry scrambled to cover his gentials. “What the fuck, Dobby?”

“You needs tending, Mister Harry Potter sir. You is chosen.”

“Chosen?”

“The Alpha werewolf! You is his mate, his chosen . Now I is charged with your care.” Dobby turned off the taps and conjured a washcloth in his hand. He began gently scrubbing Harry’s body, starting with his feet, massaging the muscles as he worked.

“Not that I’m complaining about the massage, but do you really have to bathe me? I can do this myself.”

“Oh no, Mister Harry Potter sir. You is far too special! You is chosen.”

“Stop with all ‘the chosen’ crap! I’ve had enough of that in my life. Just tell me what the fuck is going on!” Harry sat up straight in his anger, but as soon as he finished his tirade, his body reminded him of the plug’s presence. He laid back down, groaning.

“What is the matter, Mister Harry Potter sir? Is you ill?”

“No, Dobby, just… well… dammit! It’s none of your damn business! Just leave me the fuck alone.”

Dobby gave Harry a stubborn look. “No, Mister Harry Potter sir. I has charged myself with your keeping. Until the Alpha comes again, I is taking care of you.”

“How do you even know about this?”

“I is courting an elf who is serving Mister McCullen.”

Harry slid deeper into the water, relaxing into the firm massaging of Dobby fingers on his calf muscles. “McCullen? Damn, I hate that man.”

Dobby giggled. “You is not the only one, Mister Harry Potter sir.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your Alpha, Mister Harry Potter sir, reminded Mister McCullen of his place.”

“When? How?”

“This morning, before dawn, the Alpha showed. He tamed stupid McCullen wolfman. Now McCullen ask for an elf to care for you, so he is not punished by the Alpha anymore. He say you need help, and I is taking the job, Mister Harry Potter sir!”

Harry smirked to himself. Maybe having an alpha werewolf for a lover wasn’t so bad after all.

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Remus groaned as Tonks threw back the curtains in his bedroom.

“You reek! Get out of bed. Bathe! We’ve got to leave in an hour if we want to be in Adelaide in time for the first seminar.”

“Dammit, woman. Couldn’t you have found an easier way to wake me up? It’s the morning after the full moon for Morgana’s sake.” Remus rolled himself out of bed and stretched, scratching his belly and musing at how happy he felt this morning. He had never felt this good after a night as the wolf, except for maybe last month’s full moon.

Tonks startled him out of his pondering. “I tried to wake you up gently. You just kept moaning ‘My mate,my lovely, my sweetling’ over and over again.” Tonks grinned at him. “Find a pretty little wolf to plow into last night?”

Remus flushed, wondering if maybe that was the source of his good mood. Contemplating this, he headed into the bathroom. “Give me half an hour. And in the mean time, shall I remind you ‘Oh! oh! Kingsley! Touch me there! Please! Fuck me harder!’” Remus mocked, pitching his voice higher, closer to the range of his roommate’s voice. “I wonder if Kingsley will be at this conference?”

“You!” Tonks screeched and threw a pillow at the closing bathroom door.

Remus chuckled to himself and stepped into the shower. Letting the warm water cascade over his tired body, he once again thanked the gods that he and Tonks decided to end their relationship. They should’ve both known that polyjuicing each other to help themselves get off was a bad sign.

Rinsing soap from his body, Remus grasped his awakening cock, remembering that one time he had managed to convince Tonks to transform into Harry. Just the memory had him fully hard. Only Harry’s ass was probably tighter, he imagined. Tonks liked anal sex, and so she was looser from all the times they had fucked that way.

Letting thoughts of Harry fill his brain, his mind pulled arousing images from its inventory. He gasped and pulled harder at his cock when he remembered an enticing smell, a delicious ass, a clenching channel. Remus was so overwhelmed by the images, he came quickly, barely pushing his hands against the wall in time to keep himself from collapsing.

Tonks had hit the nail on the head. He had found a pretty little thing to plow into, only it wasn’t a wolf. It was a man. A delicious, perfect man. My mate, his wolf offered. Yes, his mate. And a mate meant accepting his wolf. Dammit, he’d fought this for so long. Was it even possible for them to get along in his body. His wolf reminded him though, that if he would just accept the beast there would be no more sharing, no more turf wars. They would be one. Maybe it really was time to accept the beast within.

He stepped out of the shower and wiped steam from the mirror. He stared at himself for a while, taking in his battered body. The hair on his chest hid most of the scars there, but his arms, sides, back, hips, legs were all littered with scars from life as a wolf and as a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Hopefully that pretty young male wouldn’t be horrified by his human form.

“Well, he’s stuck with me anyway. I won’t tolerate another man touching him.” Especially that good for nothing, low life wolf he’d had to take care of last night, Remus thought. It was easy to get the wolf to submit to him, after he’d roughed him up a bit of course. He had to establish his dominance, especially if he had to convince the stupid wolf to keep away from his mate. “Imbecile, touching what isn’t his. His poor mate would be heart broken if she knew.” Remus chuckled. “He won’t be moving about much for a few days though, werewolf healing be damned. That wolf won’t go near my mate again.” Remus growled at his form in the mirror.

“He is my mate! He will accept me and willingly submit to me. Even if he wasn’t with cubs, I would make him mine. Shit, did I just say cubs? Crap.” Remus dropped his head. This situation just kept getting bigger and more out of control. “Now if only I knew who the hell he was.”

Remus shook his head. One problem at a time. He was no use to his mate if he didn’t accept the wolf. He’d use the month at this Defense Against the Dark Arts conference in Australia to work on fully integrating his human self and his wolf side. Once he was whole, he would seek out his mate.

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Dobby had finished washing his front and was rolling Harry over onto his stomach, when the human’s intestines cramped. Harry gasped and curled up in pain. He reached for the plug, to pull it out, hoping to relieve the pressure.

Dobby shrieked and swatted his hand away.

“Is you full of Alpha seed, Mister Harry Potter sir?”

“Yes, dammit, now let me get it out so this damn cramp will go away.” Harry gasped as the pain increased.

“No! You mustn’t, Mister Harry Potter sir! Alpha seed is sacred. You are blessed to be so full!” Dobby ran his hand gently over Harry’s abdomen. “You must keep it in you as long as possible. Longer you is full of his seed, you is blessed with more cubs!” Dobby giggled and went back to washing Harry’s back.

The soothing movements allowed Harry’s muscles to relax, and the cramping eased. He took a deep breath before carefully considering Dobby’ words. He was full of Alpha seed. Check. Got that. He was blessed. Well, it had been a good fuck, best yet in fact, and, though it freaked him out a little, he was hoping it would happen again at the next full moon. Ok, so the longer the seed stays in him, the more cubs he’ll have. That made sense he supposed, if you completely disregarded human anatomy teachers.

“Holy fuck! Cubs! What the bloody hell are you on about Dobby?” Dobby pushed Harry back down, forcing his to remain in the same position.

“Mister Harry Potter sir must not stress hisself. Growing little ones takes much energy. Stress makes Mister Harry Potter sicker!”

“Dobby.” Harry growled.

“You is blessed. Stop. Accept. Be happy.” Dobby hands had now reached Harry’s ass and were gently rubbing soap into his crease and over his balls. The hands were odd and not at all arousing, completely wilting his lingering erection.

“Please, Dobby, just explain to me what’s going on.”

“Is not Dobby’s place, Mister Harry Potter sir. You is needing to ask the Alpha.”

“I don’t know who he is.”

“You is needing patience. He will show hisself when he is being ready. Now, you is clean. I is preparing you breakfast in dining room.”

Harry waited until the elf disappeared before pushing himself up and letting the water out of the tub. Walking into his bathroom had his cock waking up again. The plug rubbed deliciously, and, in a concentrated effort not to lie to himself, being full of cum was a blissful reminder that last night had really happened. The feeling of it filling his bowels satisfied something deep inside him that he never knew existed.

He dressed slowly. His thoughts, though, were running at the speed of light. He had some research to do. What did it mean to be mated to a werewolf? Was it possible for him to be pregnant? If he was, why did Dobby call them cubs? Baby elves were elflings. Did that mean he was going to have puppies? It was all too much, too surreal, and yet the cum that moved in his bowels as he moved, reminded him that it could all be very, very real. Why was he accepting this so easily, he wondered.

“Must be shock. I’ll probably freak out properly after breakfast.” Resting a hand on his distended belly, Harry went to meet Dobby in the kitchen for breakfast.


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