Canis eldritch (Pennmione)
September 2nd, 1992
Hermione heaved a sigh of relief where she sat at her immaculate desk, another long day at work done and over with. The subtle sound of rain hitting the roof of her building eased her mind. It had always been a source of comfort for her, even back before her life was filled with primary-colored eyes and little hybrids. Reaching for the sound, her hands rose up into the stiff air of her office, coercing her spine into a satisfying crack. While she was often busy with patients, there was an awful lot of sitting around and filling out paperwork during her quiet hours. The witch moaned quietly as stood up and began to gather her things. An eager grin crept across her face as she adjusted the strap of her purse and zipped up her jacket. Now, she could devote the rest of her evening to spending time with her little family.
However, today was a special day, and Hermione wanted to surprise Pennywise when she returned home. She could tell he’d been scheming, too, mapping out her figure extra carefully with his tongue, inquiring after her favorite coffee and meals after giving her a good-morning-kiss, and even stealing a few of her quills and parchment. She wondered what he was up to, but also quickly began planning, putting his behavior in the back of her mind. After all, wedding anniversaries only come around once a year.
The witch had pulled out all the stops, she’d gotten him new gloves and boots, tailoring them to his preference and putting them in a beautiful black box held together by a satin red ribbon. A wide selection of sweet berries was in another smaller box, a bottle of fruit punch was decorated with the same ribbon, and to top off her gifts, she even snagged a blood bag from down the hall, the fruits of a particular donor she’d personally attended to. He’d been a young man in his early twenties wanting to donate blood because he lost a bet. To both of their surprises, he’d been petrified of needles and promptly passed out after the needle was taken out of his skin. For an extra bit of fun, she also picked up a one-thousand-piece puzzle for them to do together when they weren’t working to fuck each other’s brains out, not that she’d need to bait him with a puzzle. The witch knew he’d be willing to do anything as long as they were together and she was at least mostly nude.
Speaking of which, underneath her healer robes, Hermione was wearing a rather sexy red, black, and white-laced set of lingerie with multiple garter belts and strings wrapping around her torso. A sheer red cover up shielded her from chafing under the robes, and she knew her mate would appreciate the sentiment for less than two seconds before the offending garment was ripped to shreds or discarded on the ground. Her black pumps had also been difficult to walk in for the majority of the day, but she knew it would all be worth it to have his dexterous tongue laving over her sore heels and toes.
Leaving the office in a blur, she gathered everything she’d prepared for her husband, placing the wrapped gifts in a discreet-looking shopping bag she often used when she went to get food for herself and her young. Her clipped step sped up as she hurried towards the apparation-designated area hoping that his gift wasn’t miles better than hers. He’d probably been setting up all day, tending to their children in the interim. Maybe he’d gotten them to do something cute for her like they did for Mother’s Day last spring. Hermione had been so unprepared that she’d literally burst into tears.
Pennywise had gotten them all to run to her as soon as she walked in the door. She’d never forget their cute five-part chorus of “I love you, Mummy.” It had been so embarrassing when she’d started crying at the endearment, knowing Pennywise purposefully gave the phrase an English accent and had likely sat with them and practiced the phrasing. Robert had barely begun to speak just a few weeks prior, Penelope prefered to communicate telepathically, Rose babbled incoherently to the point where only she and Pennywise could understand her, Hugo had a stubborn little stutter when he got over-excited, much like his father, and Tom had been nearly silent with his words at the time. So, to have all of her children accentuating their words in firm and clear unison made her so happy.
They’d immediately gotten upset at her tears, of course, but gradually calmed as she gave each of her little ones a big hug and a ton of little kisses to their rosy cheeks and button noses.
Hermione smiled at the memory, apparating to the front gate of their heavily-warded home and unlocking the enchanted barrier with a swish of her wand. Now inside, she secured the property’s defenses and strode up the driveway, walking daintily yet swiftly in her pumps and holding the straps of the shopping bag in the crux of her elbow.
The witch nearly lunged for the doorknob, jabbing the key into the lock, flicking her wrist, and pushing the door open with her shoulder and another wrist flick on the handle.
With the exception of her open-mouthed panting, it was quiet in the entryway. Drooping slightly, she threw her work bag onto a chair in the kitchen and walked upstairs, wondering where everyone was. Her lacy panties began to dampen despite the lack of stimulation, Pennywise’s deep-seated pheromones within the house working their way into her senses and priming her for another successful mating. Biting her lip, she frustratedly ground her thighs together in hope to relieve the ache only to feel even more of her fluids dribble out of her.
She froze, wondering if she’d somehow gotten her period when she’d hadn’t had it for nearly three years, since being mated to Pennywise. Looking down, she subtly checked for blood staining her clothing but only found a lewd wet spot on the seat of her panties. The witch frowned. She’d never so much without being fully aroused before.
Determinedly, she climbed the stairs and strode into her shared bedroom, noting a lack of rose petals, candles, or anything romantic. Hermione frowned harder, hugging her gifts to her chest as she walked over Henry’s room to check if he was home.
At nineteen, he’d already left for his second year of college at one of the larger schools in Maine, but he came home rather frequently over the previous year, and stayed with her and Pennywise over his longer breaks. Their children missed him when he was gone, often toddling into his room, expecting him to be there and throwing a small fit when he wasn’t. It had gotten frequent enough that Pennywise preferred to lock the door so they’d fall prey to the “out of sight, out of mind” trick that young children often fell for.
The room was dark and sporting a thin layer of dust, so she gravitated to the next room over, finding some discarded toys and books laying on the floor but none of her three sons in sight. Confused, she turned to check Rose and Penny’s room, only for the door to swing inward. Hermione yelped at the sudden movement and quickly righted her teetering frame, stepping into the brightly-lit room where little giggles and babbles met her ears. Sometimes she’d forgotten about the silencing charm placed on different rooms in the house.
Before she got the chance to properly survey the room, an arm wrapped itself around her middle and she found herself straddling a thigh. A nose dragged along her nape, followed quickly by a dark tongue that left a cooling slick trail on her skin. Lips kissed her neck and another arm crossed over her front to hold her opposite shoulder against his in a much more possessive hug.
Hermione wriggled surprisedly, accidentally bumping her clit on Bill Gray’s thigh and letting out a quiet moan. She could hear the resulting smirk creep its way onto her mate’s face as he rubbed her belly, purposefully keeping his hands away from her nethers so as to not scar the little eyes and ears in the room with them.
“It appears the enchanting Queen Hermione has decided to grace us with her presence!” Pennywise announced dramatically, playing to his daughters’ whims and holding up his cup of “tea” as he turned to lock his blue eyes with her brown ones, “Would Her Majesty be delighted to join the Princesses’ tea party?”
Hermione gulped, turning away from him and looking to her daughters with a delighted grin, “I would.”
Rose and Penelope giggled, waving their makeshift feather fans in front of their faces, “T’anks, Mummy,” Rose articulated coyly with her pinky extended, sipping her apple juice and pretending it was tea.
Pennywise grinned at the display, adjusting the king’s crown on his head and producing a smaller one for his mate. It settled nicely into her rich chestnut curls, he thought as he began to tug at her overcoat and healer robes, thinking she was wearing a simple garb underneath them. However, when he looked down her front, he noticed a very distracting piece of red lace acting as her bra strap. His purr turned into a low rumble and his grip on her hip tightened in want.
“Her Majesty came bearing gifts?” he growled in her ear and Hermione smiled, keeping an eye on her daughters as they attempted to serve each other more juice and cookies, even offering some to their brothers who were playing on the other side of the room. Hugo was dressed up in a little dragon costume, complete with a tail and wings while Robert had donned a shiny knight costume and was being chased around the room by his older brother. Tom had realized she’d gotten home and was waddling towards her, wearing the black robes of a warlock and wielding a dark wooden staff.
“I did, my King,” she answered blithely, handing him the shopping bag and crawling out of his lap so he could open his gifts and she could see his expressions.
Meanwhile, Tom curled into her side and she returned the hug, pressing a gentle kiss to the raven-haired boy’s temple, “Hello, Tom… Were you a good boy, today?”
The dark-eyed toddler nodded happily and chirped a, “Yes, Mum,” at her before rejoining Hugo and Robert in their new game of tag.
Pennywise had since opened his gifts and was staring amazedly at the fear-filled blood bag in his grasp, visibly salivating at the smells. Shaking his head erratically, he turned to her, indicating to the berries he’d snuck a sample of, the bottle of fruit punch, the puzzle, and the new gloves and boots, “Thank you, love… but what’s the occa—”
Penelope immediately began to weep from across the table, “Daddy forgot…” she rubbed her teary eyes witch a pudgy hand as Hermione moved to console her.
“Oh, Penny, it’s okay. Don’t cry. What did you say, sweetheart?” the witch laughed humorlessly, hoping what her daughter was saying wasn’t true.
“Daddy forgot the aniversawwy,” she wailed, clutching at Hermione’s arms as they wrapped comfortingly around her.
The witch gathered the little telepath in her arms, wrapping her legs around her torso and coercing her arms into looping around her neck. A wet spot began to soak through her robes and due to the bitter feelings in her gut, she had a feeling that sex was going to be off the table for the rest of the night. Penny’s red tufts seemed to droop at her newfound mood and Hermione took off the tiara within them so she could card her fingers through them unyielded, an action that always had the little one sleeping in no time.
Even now, Hermione could feel her muted sobs growing smaller and smaller, turning into hiccups before dissolving entirely. Belatedly, the witch noticed her other four children gathered around the two of them. She sighed, standing up and moving to walk out of the room, “C’mon boys, it’s bedtime,” she directed at her three sons, reaching a hand down to hold Hugo’s as she led the three of them to their own room.
One of the beds seemed virtually unused, but Hermione didn’t feel like reprimanding Robert for sleeping in Tom’s bed at the moment. So, she tucked the destined mates under the former’s covers, giving both teary-eyed boys a quick cuddle and reassuring kiss before walking across the room to assist Hugo into his bed.
Her little bookworm crawled under his blankets, curling up into a foetal position as his wet whisky orbs blinked rapidly up at her. He looked to be on the verge of tears and Hermione kissed them away, rubbing his back until she could hear his breathing slow out of his distressed heart rate. Carefully, she moved the various children’s books from his comforter and placed them on the nearby shelf with the others.
Adjusting the exhausted Penelope on her hip, she strode back to where Pennywise was still sitting silently in shock. Rose was crying now, too, clinging to her father and attempting to get a reaction out of him.
Hermione’s anger skyrocketed at her daughter’s distress, thundering her feet across the carpeted floor to snatch Rose from her mate’s still form and walk her over to her own bed. She ripped the covers away and grunted for her daughter to lie down. Penelope whimpered at the sound, clutching her mother’s neck a little tighter and making the older witch hiss tightly.
Carefully, she detached the telepath from her person and set her down on the ground, allowing her to hold her arm while she reached for the hairbrush on Rose’s nightstand. The little witch’s watery eyes widened as she began to sob.
“No! Daddy!” she bemoaned, wishing for her father to take up his usual routine of brushing his daughter’s tangled curls before bed.
Hermione grit her teeth, looking over her shoulder at Pennywise, who had changed back to his usual clown form but was still listlessly staring down at the gifts on the little table before him, “Daddy’s not feeling very well, baby.”
Rose cried into her pillow, turning away from Hermione and curling up much like her younger brother did. Penny whined, too, clutching her mother’s leg and crawling up into her lap as she sat down next to Rose. Picking up the brush, she brushed what she could of her stubborn daughter’s curly hair until she fell asleep.
“It’s okay, Rose… Daddy can brush it tomorrow,” Hermione cooed, sounding more cheerful than she felt as she pressed a goodnight kiss to Rose’s temple, “Goodnight, little love…”
Penny’s red tufty head dropped against her chest, her baby blues closed in uneasy sleep. So, Hermione was quick to tuck her youngest daughter into bed, give her a goodnight kiss as well, and finally leave the room, intent to go for an evening walk and clear her head. She hardly spared Pennywise a glance as she left the room.
As she made her trek downstairs, she was stopped in the kitchen by arms coming around to trap her arms against her torso, “Don’t go…” a rumbling watery voice whined into her mating bite, “Please…”
Hermione growled, trying to shake him off, “No... no! I’m still mad at you! I can’t believe you forgot our anniversary…” she trailed off, tears gathering behind her eyes and her throat clenching sadly, “Let me go, love—”
Pennywise immediately snarled at the idea, only pulling her closer and sinking his suddenly sharp teeth into her mating bite. The witch cried out, reaching for her wand as she often did on the rare occasions he got like this. A harsh stunner threw him off her and she was gone with a ‘pop,’ apparating near the edge of Salem.
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The night was cold and her robes were thinner than she preferred, including the sheer red slip between her slutty lingerie and conservative uniform. Blood leaked from her most recent bite, making her shiver with dread at how her mate will react when she returns home, or if he’d decided to hunt her down himself. Anything was possible when he became frayed at the edges of his human disguise.
The wind howled, ruffling her dismayed brown curls and setting her teeth further on edge. A neon sign for what was likely a bar blinked in the distance and she saw the light for what it was: a beacon.
Quickly, she broke into a run, crossing the asphalt-covered road and leaping onto the concrete sidewalk. Potholes and puddles got her shoes wet, and even her taller pumps couldn’t stop her toes from getting soaked in rainwater. She gripped her larger robes in one hand as she ran down the dimly-lit street, the perpetual neon light reflecting along the darkened windows of the closed shops. The alleyways gaped through the mirrored beams, swallowing what light they could and remaining ambiguous to the witch’s plight.
Hermione didn’t notice the decrepit crevice in front of her spit out a pack of shady men holding liquor bottles in their uncoordinated hands and smoking joints that left a sour scent in her nostrils until they were in right in front of her and completely unavoidable. Whether they were coming from the back of the magical tattoo parlor or the neon-lit bar, she didn’t know, and she didn’t care.
They stumbled out of the alleyway, a few leaning against the brick walls on either side of them. Their faces glinted supernaturally in the neon lights, emphasizing the old rainwater and sweat on their skin and leather jackets. Hermione gasped silently, her red-lipped mouth gaping open and closed like a fish as she moved to back up. While she had her wand, it was stuck in one of the many dark pockets of her robe and she’d placed it there in her rage and sadness. Now, she had no idea which one it had been in except that it wasn’t in the correct pocket. Her knees wobbled nervously, the rest of her stock-still in shock. It had been a few years since that night, but much of it was still in her mind.
Wind blew through her hair once more, now sending it tumbling in front of her face, temporarily blinding her and letting the men catch a whiff of her perfume. While she didn’t wear much, mostly for her mate’s immense dislike of it, she was firm on it being in her hair.
Hermione panicked at her sudden lack of sight, reaching her hands up to get her riotous curls out of her face and over her shoulders. As soon as she did, however, her wide whiskey eyes landed on five other pairs. One looked her up and down, visibly observing her figure with morphing animalistic eyes, werewolves or some other sentient creatures, her quick mind told her. Another stared at her lips, his breath hitching with each of her exhales. The other three locked on her breasts, watching them move under her robes. No one spoke, not that they needed to when they were looking at her so lustfully.
However, something was wrong. Their eyes had grown cloudy and their breaths had become staggered. Almost blindly, they reached for her, encircling her when two of the men crowded her from behind, pushing her into their de facto leader, the tallest and biggest of the five.
“Hey, baby…” a low voice crooned above her and she could feel his hot breath in her hair as she looked up, “You’re lookin’ pretty lonely… so, how about the boys and I keep you company?”
Foggy icy blue eyes gazed into hers, so similar to her mate’s that her heart sank further. His hair was dark and he sported a rather bushy goatee. Muscles bulged underneath his jacket and he flexed when she noticed her wandering eyes. Then, he bent his neck slightly, quickly latching his right hand onto the back of her head and pulling her forward, locking their lips together before she could vocally protest.
He tasted of liquor and pot, but also something much more sinful that drew her attention, dangerous. Something awoke inside her, something she hadn’t realized grew within her with every moment she spent mated to Pennywise. It made her want the big strong male in front of her. In the back of her mind, its eager coos promised a strong clutch.
“I can smell your blood, bruja. It sings to be claimed…” a baritone accent curled around her ear,
She found herself hitching her leg over his jean-clad hips before she realized what she was doing. His belt buckle dug into her crotch and she whined into the kiss, pushing back against him so she could breathe. Gasping for the cool fall air, she threw her head back and her mind began to clear. Hermione realized what was happening to her, and they were too far gone to listen to her pleas.
“Please! Stop! You have to get away from me—” another pair of lips were on hers, this time those of a dark blonde-haired male who nipped his way around her teeth and teased her tongue with his own.
Belatedly, she felt other hands on her, groping her shapely arse and breasts, grasping for her hands and hips. Two pelvises were rutting against her thighs, and another was effectively sandwiching her between the bigger man, bucking his clothed cock into her rear. The final man, the shortest and visibly youngest of the five squeezed himself in with the others, tugging at her robes and exposing her breasts to the group. Hermione whined and wiggled but the large man held her tightly, nipping at her neck and sucking harder with each breath. Immediately, her nipples hardened at the cool night air, beginning to drip.
“Shh…” he rumbled into her ear, “A few knots in ya will do ya some good. We’ll take good care of ya.”
Suddenly, she could feel all five of them go still, laser-focusing on the off-white droplets escaping her breasts. The males around her breathed heavier, two of them pulling her arms back and together in a way that forced her chest to puff out and nearly bump the taller man’s face as he leaned in to kiss her bare neck. She would have screamed had she not felt the tell-tale sign of a silencing charm around them, muffling the ambient night street. Screaming would do nothing for her now. Instead, she felt silent tears running down her face.
His goatee was rough against her skin, but his lips were as soft and hot as his slick tongue that poked out between his teeth to sample her flesh. Hermione gaped at the sensation and the unbidden feelings of lust running rampant through her veins. Her robes fell to the concrete ground and she whined at the chill and more frantic groping from the other men.
“You’re so sexy, bruja pequeña ... I’ll bet you’re a good mama, too,” the man grumbled wantonly, lowering his head to lap at her pebbled nipples and the milk steadily flowing from them, “Do you feed your baby with these, or are they just for us lucky tourists you pick up around town—”
A loud snarl echoed along the street, seeming to come from every direction at once. The shortest man jolted, feeling something wrap around his waist before he was immediately pulled into the darkness of the alleyway. Hermione keened, taking advantage of the distraction and clawing at the alpha’s tightening arms in an impromptu escape attempt while the others stood in shock at the abrupt disappearance of the youngest member of their group. However, his arms only tightened, determined to keep her at his side despite her mated scent.
Another growl split the silence, remaining thunderous and all-consuming in the chilled atmosphere. Something squished and burst, echoing in the odd space. Bones snapped, drawing out the large reveal. Hermione began to weep, knowing exactly what was happening to the young man.
A strangled scream cut off to her left, and she turned just in time to see the man who rutted against her arse fall to the ground, his throat spitting jugular blood onto her ruined healer robes where they laid on the dirty, wet concrete. The alpha snarled, curling her smaller body underneath his chin and resting his head into her neck, threatening to sink his teeth into her shoulder, into her mating bite. This time, there was a snarl instead of a growl.
Two red eyes glared at the three remaining males clustered around the nearly-naked Hermione and she couldn’t help but sob now, feeling awful for how her body had manipulated them into their inevitable deaths. Then, to her surprise, she was thrown over the alpha’s shoulder and he began running away. Despite her own feelings, her body began to simmer angrily, its instincts hissing at the weak decision on the male’s part.
Her mind spat, bubbling over with primal opinions amongst her own, coward! Please run, he’ll catch you! Weak mate, weak sire, weak clutch. I’m sorry I made you act like this! Could escape easily, find better heat-partner, Just let me go back to my mate, my husband, better sire, better food for better clutch. She itched to be tied down, ravaged, and bred, preferably in that order..
From the position she was in, Hermione watched as a large hairy figure burst out of the darkness and jumped on one of the two remaining beta males, tearing open his chest and ripping his head off into the air so it could be caught and crushed between two large jaws.
The remaining male fired a spell from his wand, the angry red slashing hex tearing into the beast’s chest and spilling a bit of inhuman blood that floated up and up, catching the neon lights through the red ruby shades in a way that made the substance glow in that single moment before he was surging forward and tackling the offending man to the ground, unhooking his jaw and devouring him whole. Then, its own red eyes were on hers as she and the alpha made a hasty retreat.
He took a single step further into the light and she could see her mate for what he’d become. It seemed that the wolf biker had made a reappearance. Blood painted his muzzle and upper body, clumping the rust-colored fur on his chest. A slab of clothed flesh swayed in between his teeth, his jaws shredding the material and meat as he whipped his head back and swallowed. Hermione gulped and even from fifty yards and growing, he caught the movement and in the next second, to her confusion and panic, he’d vanished with a pop.
She and the alpha lurched to the side, tackled by an unforeseen force. Crying out as she fell out of her captor’s arms and her shoulder made contact with the ground, her entire nerves jarred up her arm like she’d hit her funny bone with a semi-truck. Wet leaves caked her nearly naked form, feeling like leeches sticking to her skin. More tears left her eyes as she cradled her pained arm to her chest.
An agonized human howl split the air as more snapping bones were heard, echoing through the woods they now stood in. Hermione lurched, swinging her head around to see the beast holding the alpha down while snapping the bones of his pelvis with his jagged teeth. A furry clawed hand shredded the clothes around the broken bones and another seized the limp hanging appendage it found there, tightly gripping the yelling alpha’s rather large albeit now limp cock before quickly yanking it up and separating it entirely from the body as though it were simply pulling a pesky weed from its garden.
Hermione retched at the gore and loud screaming, sobbing in both guilt and horror. Her feet somehow gathered underneath her body, leading her away from the scene as fast as they could. Tree bark brushed roughly against her exposed shoulders as she ran, the red slip ripping with each scrape and replacing skin with blood. The little scratches stung, but she could hardly feel them as the sorrow and evening chill set in.
She stopped next to a large weeping willow, traversing under its curtain-like branches and curling at the base of the trunk, tucking into herself to wield off the cold.
The rational side of Hermione was in shambles, lamenting over how everything had gone wrong in the span of an hour. She hadn’t meant to seduce those werewolves, her scent had never been so strong before, and they were just animalistic and inebriated enough to become affected. Looking down at herself, she rubbed her stomach, only to be rewarded with more slick soaking her cold, wet panties. Warm tears trailed down her reddened face.
Until now, she’d never understood what had been happening every few months, how her period never came, how she always felt a bit more horny and needy, craving her mate’s comfort as much as his cock.
Heat… The word sounded so foreign to apply to her. Pennywise had often mentioned it, but it never felt any different from her usual horniness until now. Never before had men become sexually intrusive around her, like she had them under a sick and twisted love spell. And the worst part of it was that there was a part of her that wanted it, wanted to expand her womb to other males’ seed and bear their young to further the stronger lines. Perhaps if her mate would ever forgive her he might help her find the answers she was looking for.
The wind blew harshly, turning her nipples to hard pebbles and gooseflesh erupting across her skin. Her arms came up to rub the coldest areas and she shivered miserably, her cunny leaking and aching while she sat in the middle of the woods, nearly naked and freezing amongst her own self-loathing.
Hermione whined, the noise coming out as more of a canine whimper than a human one. Her hand slapped her mouth shut in surprise. She’d never made that sound before. Looking around, she looked for any wolves or coyotes that might have made the noise. Her eyes began to feel prickly, sharpening in focus until she could spot the raindrops on each leaf of the willow branches. It was completely dark out, she knew this for sure.
The warmth of her snatch spread along her thighs, followed by more prickling sensations. Hermione’s now sharp eyes darted down, only to find thick brown fur erupting out of her skin and consuming her pale thighs. From what she knew of werewolves, what was happening to her was impossible. That alpha hadn’t bitten her, at least not bloodily, and the full moon wasn’t for at least another week, so whatever was happening to her was completely new.
Fur crawled up her pelvis, skirting an odd thin layer along her belly and a thicker layer around her shoulders and collarbones. Claws inched out of her fingers, standing tall in sharp symmetrical edges. They didn’t necessarily hurt, but the process didn’t feel good either.
The enveloping willow branches parted, allowing a dark-furred wolf into her new domain. An instinctual warning growl escaped her throat, the sound cut off by her confused rational side. Seemingly insulted, the wolf growled louder and she could feel her body give into the sound while her mind lay trapped beneath the instincts her heat was forcing her into.
Pain erupted near her bum, causing her to jump up and fall forward into a kneeling position with her face in the damp earth. Hermione cried once more, feeling her bones beginning to shift and grow out of her tailbone. She attempted to look back at herself, watching in horror as a bony appendage emerged from her backside. More prickling followed and she had a long furry tail to match the rest of her furred skin. The witch arched once more, feeling more odd sensations around her abdomen.
Looking down at herself with her new night vision, she noticed four little nubs poking out of her skin just below her breasts. A bloating feeling followed as the areas around the new nubs began to swell and slosh with the copious amount of liquid inside them. Yep, this is definitely worse than Second Year...
A cold nose touched her bum and she jolted back forward on her hands and knees, her left shoulder protesting from when she’d hit the ground hard just moments before. It sniffed her wet clothed snatch, licking subtly at the fabric and inhaling her heat pheromones. Hermione whimpered, lowering her bum away from the probing tongue and turning herself around so they faced each other.
The wolf growled lowly at her rebuttal, simply walking around her until he stood at her backside once more. Hermione noticed the animal’s beet-red cock emerging from its sheath, the large knot on the end bulging with promise. Her own tongue emerged unbidden and lapped at her lips. Beside itself with lustful fantasies, the new side of the witch coerced her body back into its former position. Even from a few inches away, she could feel the wolf’s hot member where it hung above her snatch, its warmth permeating the space between their genitals.
Just as it moved to line itself up and mount her, a hulking rust-colored wolf burst through the willow branches and snarled loudly at the smaller dark-furred wolf. Said wolf snarled back and hopped off of her back. Hermione whined at the loss of warmth and the larger beast seem to notice, judging from the narrowing of its red eyes.
Faster than her new wolf eyes could catch, the red-furred beast had taken the other’s neck between its jaws and clamped down, a series of whines, whimpers, and broken howls leaving the smaller wolf’s gaping muzzle as its airways were slowly blocked. Hermione cried out in horror and pain at the sounds, leading the leather-clad wolf to quickly end the poor thing’s life with a swift snap of its neck.
Tossing the cooling body outside the willow canopy, the wolf biker turned back to the subtly shifting witch as she began to feel her feet growling longer, claws inching out of her toes and beginning to poke through her dark pumps. The red in its eyes waned as he stared down at her, making a bit of room for a thin amber ring around each pupil. He chuffed at her as he came closer on two legs, inhaling deeply to get himself drunk off her heat scent.
Hermione stiffened, both sides of her doing so for different reasons. Her rational side was wary and nervous about what he might do to her now that he had her, and the heated side of her was eagerly awaiting the attentions from such a strong male.
To her immense surprise, he kneeled in front of her and ripped her underwear off, tearing the slip away from her body at the same time. His claws stung her furred skin and the cool air set her nethers ablaze, leaving her twitching and pulsating before the beast’s eyes. A long dark tongue snuck out of his wolfish grin, laving hungrily along his chops in preparation.
Whimpering, Hermione spread her legs and was immediately pushed further into the dirt by his large paw-like hands on her hips. His head ducked down, the scruffy tufts ticking her thighs as his cold, wet nose found her clit. She squirmed at the temperature, trying to separate her little button from his muzzle. However, he simply lapped once at her slit and she forgot all about his nose.
His tongue was slick and hot, teeming with the saliva that would ease a bit of her building heat. A purr came from deep within his chest as the wet organ made itself comfortable between her folds, laving and slurping at her copious fluids. Hermione cooed at the sensation of his muzzle betwixt her legs, spreading her limbs further to allow the persistent long dark tongue into her nethers. It was silky and smooth as it circled her button, pressing and slurping at it with eager little growls.
“Ah!~” she whined as he sped up his ministrations, inching closer to a back-arching orgasm with each lick.
Her mate seemed to notice as he instead lifted his head up from her core and crawled over her, seating his large swollen member snugly between her folds while not penetrating her. The half-transfigured witch whined at his teasing and she swore he grinned tauntingly at her before he leaned down to sample her extra nipples.
Attaching his muzzle to one, she could feel and hear his contentment in the little sucking noises he made as each of her smaller breasts were drained. He rumbled his purrs into her chest, the vibrations tickling her innards and sending shockwaves to her swollen clit. The milk came and went quickly, leaving him wanting while he tried and failed to coerce more from her secondary and tertiary mounds no matter how hard or how long he suckled. However, a particularly strong pull from his long tongue and teeth had her arching against him, feeling his cock line up with her slick opening.
Her eyes traveled down to where they were almost connected, watching entranced as the dark red and purple organ slid inside her, not stopping until he was completely sheathed with not a single millimeter exposed. Hermione whined at the tight swell of his knot but purred at the fullness, feeling his large swollen testes rubbing her bum with each of her miniscule movements.
Deep down, the witch’s rational side screamed now that her newfound animalistic side was becoming less and less demanding, reminding herself that she was human no matter if she was mated to an eldritch. Pennywise seemed to notice her internal struggle, nuzzling her furred neck with his muzzle and nipping at the fresh mating bite that had long since stopped bleeding.
Fur began falling off of her in clumps, her tail painfully tucking back into her lower back and her extra nipples vanishing back into her torso. The wolf biker watched the process with interest, never taking his amber eyes off of her. A clawed hand reached into the remaining tuft of hair at her nether region and tugged on it childishly, making his mate squirm where she lie attached to and underneath him. She slapped at his furry hand.
“That’s staying, you arse!” he growled at her insult, flipping her over onto her knees while remaining connected to her.
Hermione teetered at the abrupt switch of positions, yowling quietly at the pain in her arm. To his credit, Pennywise noticed and rubbed her bruised shoulder, lamenting at the injury and licking at her exposed bloody bite to get some of his healing saliva to her wound.
When the pain went away, her injury no longer painful, his hand came down swiftly and harshly onto her bum. Now free of her wolf-like characteristics, her bared human arse jiggled hypnotizingly and bloomed into the most beautiful rosy flush. He purred, thrusting his hips forward towards the mark and adding another swat to her opposite cheek.
“Hey!” Hermione cried out, the sound breaking off into a moan as she felt her channel tighten around her mate’s large knotted cock.
Pennywise chuffed humorously and spanked her a third time, a fourth, a fifth. By the sixth, Hermione was crying again, the pain becoming too much for her poor reddened arse. He gently rubbed the expansive area with his hand, seeking to soothe his mate back into a calmer state after her punishment.
Gradually, Hermione calmed once more, tilting her hips back into his to coax his lazy thrusts into going deeper. Smirking, the wolf-biker stopped moving altogether, satisfied to watch his frustrated heat-crazed mate struggle after her ignorant betrayal earlier. The witch whined in the back of her throat, rubbing herself on his furred chest and thighs to actually feel like she was being mated. However, it just wasn’t enough, no matter how hard or long she humped her bum against his pelvis. When she finally curled into herself, frustrated and angry tears leaking from her eyes as she tried to burrow into the ground, he finally stuck a paw in between her legs to tauntingly rub her clit.
“Are you sorry yet, my little slut? Have you forgotten about the six males I’ve killed for you tonight? They were so delicious, their fear intoxicating, but not like your scent… No, no, no… I could smell yours for miles…. Pennywise crooned in her mind, beginning to pump his hips once more as he worked himself up, I should have been more attentive. Your heat is very strong this time. The pull to have you fully… I must claim you once more, erase the scents of those weak rats.
Little yelps escaped her mouth with each thrust while the wolf purred his contentment, pushing his mate further into the wet dirt and thrusting harder. He had to dig a little to find her pleasure spot, but once he did… Hermione gasped loudly, cutting herself off with a moan as he battered the spot, popping his knot inside and out with each knock against her g-spot. She arched into him once more, throwing her head back against his shoulder and giving him the perfect opportunity to snap another blood-letting bite onto her skin as she climaxed.
Hermione’s vision went white, little kaleidoscope impressions of leaves fading in and out of her compromised sight. Belatedly, as she recovered, she noticed that her mate had popped his knot inside of her and had already began filling her to the brim with his inky cum. What surprised her, however, was that he had his hand wrapped around a second knotted cock and was jerking it off with rapid tugs. She twitched at the sight and he growled at her, baring his sharp teeth in an angry snarl, pointedly indicating to their tie. Don’t move, bitch.
Whimpering sadly at the alpha’s angered and distrustful words, Hermione laid down on her stomach, tucking her elbows and legs underneath her head and thighs, riding out the remainder of her mate’s knot. With his free hand, he petted her flank, working down her thighs before feeling her distended belly. His tongue lapped at her nape, moving towards her ear and encompassing it in his hot maw.
He grunted harshly and something hot splattered against her bare back, cooling quickly in the cold night air. Hermione’s nose scrunched up at the mess, knowing exactly what he did and intended to do with it.
Hands immersed themselves in the inky wetness, smearing the substance over her back and working it into her skin. Crudely, he took more of the fluid and brought his hands underneath her to fondle her weeping breasts, rubbing her belly and traveling back up to cover her neck and shoulders.
Her arse still stung as he palmed it, rubbing his ejaculate onto the reddened surface and giving it a greyed hue to match the rest of her skin where he’d bathed her in it. Hermione took it with a shrivelled nose and pinched expression, remaining silent despite how much she wanted to protest this particular affirmation of their mating.
Pennywise claimed her feet last, flipping her over onto her back whilst keeping them connected and licking his way up her legs. He vanished her ruined black pumps and began a gentle massage and cleansing that eased the slight pain of her toe and heel blisters.
When he was finished grooming her to his specifications, even carding his claws through her matted hair, he picked her up and wrapped her naked legs around his waist, letting her cling to his leather jacket as he stepped out of the willow’s curtain.
The wind was frigid now, the early fall weather nipping at the witch’s bare skin. She shivered and Pennywise draped a hot furry arm over her back to stave off the cold. Her head drooped against his hairy chest, partially hiding under his jacket.m
Pennywise bent down, grabbing what sounded like fabric from the ground and standing back up. Hermione didn’t even get to see what he’d grabbed before they were being transported away.
When she felt immediate warmth in their new location, she popped her head up from his fur and realized that he’d teleported directly into their bathroom and had already began drawing them a bath. Blushing, she attempted to dislodge herself from him, not entirely comfortable seeing the evidence of their bestiality under such bright lights. However, he only growled at her again, spanking her for the seventh time. It made her feel childish, but it had the desired effect as she immediately stopped moving. It was almost embarrassing how she preened when he purred and affectionately licked her nose as a reward. Good bitch.
Hermione frowned but realized that this was how her mate’s wolf persona referred to her and had not meant the term to be taken as an insult but as its intended purpose as a female dog. He set her down on the bathroom counter and kissed her mouth, rumbling happily when her hands drifted up into the fur around his cheeks. The fur was fluffy and warm against her cooled skin and she noticed his tall triangular ears twitch at the difference in temperature. In the back of her mind, she noticed that he'd dropped her ruined robes, and by extension, her wand, onto the tiled floor.
Smiling despite her overall mood, she rubbed his ears in unison and watched as his amber irises and pupils rolled back into his head. Her mate moaned quietly as he inhaled, twitching his leg in an impulse to scratch his ears much like a regular dog. Do that again and you’ll be with a full litter by the end of the night.
Another spurt of inky cum went inside her womb and she squirmed nervously, drawing her hands down and wrapping her arms around his thick neck. He rumbled at her movements, from disappointment or humor, she wasn’t sure. It ceased to matter when she was submerged within hot water up to her shoulders.
The eldritch sighed as well, allowing his wolf-biker persona to fall away and leave him as the clown. Hermione watched the change as he did with hers earlier before looking at the wall behind him, feeling all her previous guilt come rushing back.
“Oh, doll… you’re not still feeling blue are you?” he took her chin between his fingers and drew her closer until she had nowhere else to look but into his eyes, a sad smile eclipsing his features, “It wasn’t your fault… I should have paid better attention and realized that our mating has given you an eldritch mind during the crest of your heat… No wonder it wanted to mate with another… I’d forgotten our anniversary and you’d felt deserted by your mate, unvalued. I’m so sorry, dove,” the clown sighed, his now blue eyes sparkling with regret, “but hey, I won’t have to feed again for a few months,” he tapped her swollen belly where it lay submerged between them in the bathwater, “maybe not even until after this little pup plops out of your delicious cunt. So, I’d say it’s a win-win.”
Hermione gaped at him, unsure of how to respond to his explanation. Looking down, she noticed the swell and how his limp member still laid within her channel. The wolf had come inside her and she was well-aware how birth control never affected his seed. Her mate had known when she was pregnant with quadruplets. Tonight was also the crest of her heat, so if she were to fall pregnant, it would have been now.
A whimper escaped between her downtrodden lips and Pennywise grinned, kissing every part of her body that he could easily reach, “Come now, doll, wouldn’t other humans call this a ‘happy little accident?’”
“We already have five, Penn… five,” Hermione moaned, resting her head into his bare chest.
Pennywise pet her hair, carding his fingers through the matted curls and mentally preparing for the battle he’d wage on them once they were properly washed and cleaned, “And in a few short months, we’ll likely have six.”
“Please, Pennywise... “ she huffed into his skin, “Be serious.”
“I am, doll… What would you like me to say? We’ll have to pass them off as our dog until they shift into a human baby.”
“What?!” Hermione panicked and her mate shushed her.
“It won’t be permanent, doll. It might even happen soon after you bear them,” Pennywise chuckled quietly, gently cleaning his other form’s cum off of her with the warm water, “What did you expect to happen after I bred you in that form?”
Hermione shrugged her shoulders but said nothing as Pennywise continued to gently bathe her. After a while, she poked her head up and stared him in the eye, “They’ll likely prefer a werewolf form as they age, right?”
The clown tilted his head in thought but ultimately shook his head in the negative, “Maybe, but Rose and Hugo were conceived from my seed while Robert and Penelope were made with my human form, and yet, they’re opposites of those forms.”
The witch nodded, looking down at her belly, “I once knew someone who had been bitten by a werewolf and had lived the rest of his life as one. He was a nice man and was a wonderful professor at Hogwarts. He and his wife died in the Wizarding War. I would name this little one after him but it doesn’t feel like my place to do so. His son deserves that right and I’d rather save future family gatherings of the confusion.
“What was his name?” Pennywise prompted gently, curling a piece of her hair behind her ear in a way that made her heart stutter.
“Remus, Remus Lupin,” she said, wiping a tear from her watering eyes.
“Wasn’t there an old human tale of two brothers and one of them was named Remus?”
Hermione gasped, sitting up straighter and placing her hands on his chest, “Yes! Remus and his brother Romulus were raised by a she-wolf and they grew up and fought. Remus died and Romulus went on to found Rome.”
Pennywise rolled the name along his tongue, testing it out, “Romulus… Romulus Gray”
The witch nodded, “For a full name, yes, but…” she rubbed her belly again, this time more contemplatively, “I think I prefer ‘Roman.’”
Pennywise’s grin was absolutely feral, his wolf form entirely agreeing with his mate.