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Four days before the full moon, and like clockwork, Remus was packing a bag, getting ready to leave their home for a week. For the past three years, Hermione had been patient with her fiance, understanding that the three days before the full moon were difficult for him, knowing that he was unable to fully control the wolf inside of him. But now, only six months away from their wedding, Hermione could stand it no longer.
“Let me come with you. Please.” They had been having this fight since the day they got engaged. Hermione, begging to be by her lover's side as he struggled through his transformation, to calm him and help him through the worst of his urges. However, each time he refused, sometimes even Apparating away without a word, leaving her with a note and promising his return.
He would not even tell her what happened during the week. All she knew was that it was tough for him.
“Most days, I am more Remus than Moony. But the days leading up to and the day after the full moon, I am almost evenly split between man and beast, my body is man, but the beast gains total control of my mind. I cannot risk your safety with Moony like that, my love.”
That had been his only explanation; vague and generic as explanations went. She continued fighting with him each month, but this time she would not take no for an answer, not without a detailed reason why.
“We’ve been over this, Hermione. I could hurt you.”
“You said Moony already sees me as his mate, he won’t attack me. Why do you think being closer to the full moon would change anything?” Her voice began to rise as she became more frustrated with the man she loved.
“Hermione, please just trust me.” His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, a sign of his irritation and slipping control.
“No! I have just blindly trusted you on this for too damn long. Tell me why! Give me the actual reason why I am forced to spend almost a week without the man I am planning to marry! Give me a reason why Teddy is without a father for four days each month, when he also experiences the effect of the moon. Tell me why I–”
“Because I almost broke Sirius!”
They stared at each other in silence, a fiery blaze in Remus’ eyes.
“How?” Hermione tried to keep her voice as level as she could, knowing sympathy or, as Remus would see it, pity, would only anger him.
“You’re right. I won’t attack you, love. Not in the way you think.” Grasping locks of his auburn hair, Remus began pacing. “Hermione, I don’t have control, I wouldn’t be able to stop him.”
“What did Moony do to Sirius? What do you think he will do to me?”
Remus stopped his pacing and looked at Hermione. “I fucked him, for hours on end. For days. I couldn’t stop. Sometimes I would have greater moments of lucidity but only after...”
“After what?”
“After I knotted him. Hermione, I hurt him. His arse was gapping and bleeding, I thought he was going to have permanent damage. I bit him, his neck, chest, hips, thighs, so deeply they took over a month to fully heal and he still had the scars that never went away. I tried helping him when I was in control, giving him potions and balms, feeding him, but each time Moony would take over again. Sirius refused to leave me. I can’t watch you go through that.”
Remus sat on the bed, allowing himself to cry. This was one of the many reasons Hermione loved him, he wasn’t ashamed to cry, to feel those emotions with her. Sitting down beside him, Hermione thought about the information he shared. It now made sense why Remus had been so insistent. The memory of your lover, bleeding and in pain from your own actions would have scared anyone. But this still did not stop Hermione from wanting to help her fiance.
“Remus, did you have the dubious pleasure of watching Tonks give birth to Teddy?”
Remus looked up at her in confusion. “Yes?”
“Well, darling. Is the knot bigger than Teddy’s head was?”
“That is entirely different, Hermione.”
“And a cunt is different from an arsehole, Remus.”
“Hermione!”
“Remus!” Grasping both sides of his face, Hermione forced her lover to look directly at her. “Sirius loved you, and wanted to help you, but an arsehole isn’t able to stretch the same way a vagina can. Yes, it might be painful, but I doubt I couldn’t handle it. I will keep my wand on me at all times and be ready to Apparate if necessary. ” Moving forward, Hermione kissed him softly, hoping to convey how much she loved him. “Did it help? Having Sirius with you?”
“I hurt him. It doesn’t matter–”
“It does matter, Remus. What do you do when you are by yourself? Wank for hours?” Again her voice was calm and controlled. She was truly curious how he went through something like this on his own for so long.
“Yes. I also break things.” His voice was flat and emotionless as he spoke. “Before I leave, I repair all the glass and wood that I destroy during my visit, only to break it again. Railings, vases, china, art, it doesn’t matter as long as I can take my frustration out on it.”
“So, having Sirius helped? There were moments you were back in control?”
“That’s not the fucking point, Hermione!” he hollered “I could have killed him! I could have permanently damaged him! I let a monster abuse the man I loved for what, a few hours of lucidity?”
“You need to stop calling Moony a monster. He has needs too, and depriving him of them is going to drive you both mad! Let me help!”
They talked more and more often about how hard controlling the wolf inside of him became. Wolfsbane helped, for a time, but recently it felt more like poison in his veins. Years ago he may have welcomed that, but now, with a son who already lost one parent, he couldn’t continue taking something that could one day kill him.
Now, he went back to his original ways of coping. He warded a home, one of the many Harry owned, so he could not leave and no one could get in, and spent the days in pain, usually coming home torn up by his own claws.
He told her, in the dead of night, that he felt like Moony was crying out, needing something that Remus could not give him. Maybe this was it.
“Please. Let me help.”
The house was in a state of disrepair when Remus and Hermione arrived. Claw-marks ran down the walls, wallpaper was ripping away, exposing the scratched drywall beneath it. The mattresses in each bedroom were old but clean, and had been placed on the floor, the bed frames left empty, ready to be torn apart. The Master, where they stood, took the most of the damage, showing that Moony spent most of his time here.
After dropping Teddy off with his Uncle Harry and Draco, Remus and Hermione had packed the last of their provisions and Apparated to the property. Though they were sad to leave Teddy for so long, the child was more than happy to have four days with his Cousins and Uncles while Mama and Papa were doing ‘grown-up stuff.’
Hermione packed very little; A few dresses she did not like, so she was exposed at all times, two large bottles of lube, two cases of Gatorade, a hairbrush, toothbrush, and a few towels.
In a separate bag, she packed more potions than she thought was strictly necessary, but it gave Remus peace of mind. Pain potions, electrolyte supplements, blood replenishers, bruise balms, and essence of dittany were packed neatly and labelled so they could be found quickly if needed.
Hermione placed her bag on the mattress and went to each room, casting a cushioning charm on each surface as a precaution. It was unlikely she would be taken on a soft surface. When that was done, Hermione moved back into the bedroom.
Looking around, Hermione was at a loss of what to do. Should she strip now, expecting Moony to come out any second? Should she and Remus have another talk before the wolf made himself known? It seemed Remus could read her mind, because he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“It will still be a little while, you can still back out.” He sounded hopeful but her fiance was smarter than that, there was no way he believed Hermione would leave him like this.
“I’m staying. What would you like to do while we wait?” Sighing in defeat, Remus moved his hand lower until he could lift the hem of her dress, exposing her pussy. In the other hand, he summoned one of the bottles to lube and began slicking up his fingers.
“I don’t think Moony is going to wait until you’re ready for him. He’s going to want to mount you immediately, your safety be damned. It would probably be best if I got you nice and slick first.”
His slippery fingers parted her folds, pressing the lubricant inside of her. He brought his fingers to her clit, rubbing in gentle circles, slowly working up her arousal.
“I’ll get your pussy nice and wet, a combination of your juices and lube, hopefully, that will be enough to protect you, Kitten.”
Hermione leaned back into Remus’s arms, letting him tease her cunt anyway he pleased. Her eyes were closed, but every so often she could hear the cap of the lube opening and closing before more cold gel was applied over and inside of her cunt.
“Please, Remus. Stop teasing me. Please fuck me!”
Behind her, Remus sighed. “I can’t love. I'm quite literally preparing you to be taken by… well not another man, but another. I couldn’t, love.”
This went on for a while, it may have been minutes or hours, Remus teasing Hermione, keeping her on edge until her pussy was dripping. She wanted to beg for release again, but knew it was no use, Remus was just preparing her to be used. Hopefully, Moony knew how to fuck her and make her come.
“Good girl, Kitten.”
The voice in her ears was foreign, too deep and husky to be her lover. This was the voice of a predator who captured his prey. Before she could respond, her dress was torn down the middle and she was thrown forcefully to the floor. She silently thanked the cushioning charms for protecting her knees as Moony pulled her hips to him, bending her over on all four until her arse was high in the air.
Her torn dress was pressed against her aching sex, wiping away the lube and arousal that had gathered there.
“He thinks I won’t take care of my mate?” His fingers pressed roughly inside of her, forcefully drumming against the bundle of nerves inside of her. “That man-bitch doesn’t trust me to keep my mate safe! You are mine, Kitten. Your cunt will be dripping because I made you wet. You will want to come because I have made you need it. You will be begging for my pups, Bitch!”
His tongue swept through her wet folds once before he began feasting on her pussy. Hermione was powerless to do anything, her focus being pulled between the unimaginable pleasure and the need to keep herself balanced on her hands and knees. Each sharp suck on her clit sent her body shaking, threatening to topple her over.
“Come for me, Bitch. Drench that sweet little pussy so your ready for my knot” That was all it took for Hermione to fall into ecstasy. Her arms gave out underneath her, but Moony did not leave her pussy alone. He continued feasting on her cunt as it pulsed around nothing and her juices flooded Moony’s mouth.
When he did finally pull away, it was only to pull Hermione back up on her knees, positioning her arse high in the air.
The moment Hermione was positioned, Moony’s cock was inside of her, fucking her without care. Tears built in Hermione's eyes as she was used, fucked without care, but she could not deny how incredible it felt. The after effects of her mindblowing orgasm left her oversensitive and needy.
Remus was well endowed, and always took care to treat her gently, which she adored. But something about the animalistic hunger with which Moony fucked her was perfect. Already on edge from Remus’ gentle preparation and Moony’s talented mouth, her cunt pulsed, squeezing the thick length as it threw her over the edge. She came again with a startled cry, never before had she come so quickly, one orgasm after another, but the vicious assault she was enduring gave her everything she never knew she needed.
Ignoring her increased oversensitivity, Moony continued fucking her, hard and fast, even as she whimpered and writhed, overwhelmed and in pain from too much stimulation.
“If you think I’m letting up, Kitten, you are sorely mistaken. I plan to fuck every last orgasm out of you, drain everything you have and then still, I’ll keep going. I’m going to breed this wet cunt until it’s broken, only craving me, not your gentle little man-bitch. He thought he could keep you away from me, Kitten? He thought you weren’t mine?” All Hermione could do is moan in response, the cock inside of her making it impossible to form coherent thoughts.
“That right, Mate. I’m going to have you begging for my cock, begging Remus to let me knot you after this. His last Mate, his Sirius, loved me. He loved the knot. He just couldn’t handle it. He wanted it, but it was too big for his hole.” A hand wrapped around Hermione's throat, pulling her onto high knees. “I know you will love it, Bitch.”
Powerless to deny it, Hermione moaned in acceptance. She felt like his Bitch, so dominated and controlled, how could she not love what he so willingly gave her. At the base of his cock, a knot began to form, each jerk of his hips pushing it against her cunt, not yet pressing into her, connecting them.
The hand around her throat pulled her head to the side, exposing her supple neck. Sharp fangs grazed her delicate skin, causing Hermione to gasp in fear.
“That's right, Bitch. The whole world will see that you are mine.” The knot began pressing into her, each thrust pushed a little more. Hermione never felt so freighted.
Remembering how Remus described Sirius after taking a knot, she tried to squirm away, but Moony had none of that, growling loudly, and pressing his teeth further into her neck, reminding her exactly how deadly he could be.
“You’re mine! I own you, Bitch.” His hammering somehow became more forceful, the knot knocking instantly, trying to break through her cunt. Hermione was in a hellish ecstasy, terrified of what was to come, while also wanting him to never stop.
The knot broke through the tight opening of her pussy, pressing in partway before pulling back out. Screaming, Hermione tried once more to pull out of Moony’s grasp, but it was to no avail. Helplessly, she gave in to her fate, yelling and moaning as the knot entered her incrementally, breaking through a bit more with each thrust.
“Take it, Bitch! Take it all!” With one final push, the whole knot breached her pussy and stuck inside of her. Hot cum filled her hole, pouring into her and painting her cunt with his fertile seed.
The sharp teeth on her neck sunk into her skin, claiming her as Moony’s mate. The pain was excruciating, but the pleasure that came with it was just as violent. Like a broken dam, uncontrollable waves of ecstasy poured over her. In the back of her mind, an endless chant of ownership and submission took over, only thoughts of belonging to the man, the creature, inside of her.
Strong arms wrapped around her until she was on her side, spooned tightly in Moony’s arms. “Good girl, taking everything I gave you. When my knot goes down, I’ll give you more cum, Bitch. I promise you will not be empty at any point until the full moon. And even then, I will leave you, filled with my cum, and hopefully a few pups.”
Hermione could only moan in acceptance, as sleep overtook her.
He had not lied. Every moment, for three days straight, Hermione's cunt was filled, with cock, his thick knot, or copious amounts of cum. In moments of calm, when the knot was lodged inside of her, Moony would be kind, attentive, and nurturing. He summoned potions and balms to soothe her overused cunt and hand-fed her the food she brought. They spoke with each other during those times, learning more about each other than Remus likely knew.
Remus did not make an appearance the entire time, though Moony admitted he could feel the man trying. Hermione missed him, but used this opportunity to know the creature that lived within him. Moony shared Remus’ kindness and strength of will. He was territorial and adored those he considered family. Moony saw Harry and Teddy as his cubs, and Hermione as his mate; but was heartbroken that Remus kept them from him.
That was why he would not allow Remus to gain any control now. He finally had his mate, all to himself, and felt he would likely lose her soon. Though Hermione promised that would not be the case, she knew the best way to reassure him was accepting, enthusiastically, the brutal animalistic matings.
She was exhausted when the full moon came, but when Moony abandoned her, leaving her alone and empty, she couldn’t stop herself from whimpering, disappointed by the loss of his cock. Her body was sore and tender, covered in bruises, bites, and scratched from his violent fucking. Her cunt was puffy and red, constantly dripping, and so incredibly sensitive. Never before had she come so many times in such a short period of time. According to Moony, when he continued fucking her after she passed out, she would still shudder around him, coming as he fucked her unconscious body.
When he came back, still Moony, but once again, human, he pounced on her once more, throwing her on her back, and spreading her legs. Taking every last moment he could before Remus was once again in full control.
“You are mine, Bitch! Mine!” His hands were wrapped around her breasts, groping them harshly as he thrust inside of her. Hermione already was lulled into speechlessness, only able to moan and gasp in return. Through the fog of lust, Hermione felt his knot pressing against her once more, and moved her hips to meet him, preparing for her favourite part. In the past days, she came to crave that knot, needing to be filled up with cum, filled to the brim, and hopefully, given a litter of pups.
“That’s it! Take it!” he chanted, as the knot breached her once more and cum flooded her greedy hole. Too exhausted to come with him, Hermoine simply sighed in contentment, happy to be filled and used by her fierce lover. Teeth sank into her breasts, but Hermione became so accustomed to the feeling of fangs piercing her skins, that she only whimpered in slight pain, before calming.
Once more, she was being rolled, this time to lay on top of her man, straddling his hips with her head on his chest.
“Goodbye, pretty Bitch. Hopefully, I will see you again soon, my mate.”
“You will. I promise.” Sleep began to take her, but before she drifted, she looked up into the wild yellow eyes on her beast. “I love you too, Moony. Just as much as I love Remus.”
******
“Hermione, what did he do to you!” The sound of her fiancé’s distress woke Hermione from her blissful, exhausted slumber. Now, lying in her back, Hermione opened her eyes slowly and looked at Remus. He was standing between her thighs, staring at her sex with a look that was mostly fear and disgust, but Hermione could see the small glint of lust. Copious amounts of cum were dripping from her overused cunt, something she knew her lover, whose breeding kink could rival even Moony’s, loved to see
“What did he do?”
Hermione laughed. “He fucked me, Darling. Just like we knew he would.” Still, Remus stared at the place between her legs. Slowly, Hermione tried to close her legs, but found that her overused cunt was too sensitive.
“He hurt you. Like Sirius. He—”
“As I told you before, a cunt and an arsehole are different. I am fine, just sore” Hermione smiled, trying to show her lover that she was in fact okay. It seemed to work as Remus reached out and pulled Hermione off the floor
Protesting, Hermione wrapped her arms back around her fiance, uneasy on her feet.
“You sure you aren’t hurt?”
“I’m fine. Sleepy. Fine,” she mumbled into the crook of his shoulder, sounding like a disgruntled child.
She felt the pull of Apparition as Remus brought them both back to their home. In a haze, Hermione realized she was once again being moved until she was lying on their bed. Her eyes closed as she was laying on something comfortable for the first time in a few days. Large hands were running over her skin, and something thick and sticky was being spread over her. Those hands moved up her body, rubbing her breast and arms before travelling to her neck.
“Leave that one alone.” She would not allow Remus to remove the mark on her neck, the claiming bite Moony gave her.
“Hermione–”
“You know he loves me, right?”
Remus paused, and Hermione opened her eyes to stare at the man she loved. “You need to let him free sometimes. He needs his mate and cubs...” Hermione trailed off at the word cubs, remembering the things Moony had said during their coupling. Deep inside, she hoped his seed took root in her body, and that she was carrying his pups, children.
“I am just as much his and I am yours, my love. I will be your wife and I am his mate. You can’t continue to keep his mate from him.”
Hermione closed her eyes once more, allowing exhaustion to take over her.