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The full moon was high when the women woke but the yellow bed curtains prevented it from disturbing them. Hermione stretched her limbs then pushed herself closer to Bellatrix who held her tightly, gathering her into a tight spoon. The young witch felt the soft mound press against her and Bellatrix’ hand moving to cup her breast.
Bellatrix inhaled a peppery scent from Hermione which called to her rut even more than Hermione’s other fragrances. She began to feel her body moving on its own and knew she would soon be beyond rational thought.
“Do you want me to explain what will happen, little one? I know you like to have information.” Bellatrix chortled.
“No. That isn’t necessary. I will follow you. I trust you.”
“Alpha women aren’t like omega women or muggle women, Hermione. We have… more attributes. My body will change as I allow the rut to overtake me.”
“I need you, whatever it is, I need it from you.” Hermione responded exuding more pepper, now mixed with cumin.
'Circe save me!', thought Bellatrix and finally gave herself permission to release a slight musky dew from her pores.
Hermione drank in the dark scent and felt as if she’d been given all the potions in Snape’s secret cabinet at once: ‘Amortentia’, ‘Imperiate’, ‘Hearth Fire’, ‘Liquid Luck’, ‘Draught of Peace’, and several she didn’t think even Snape had known. She stroked the hand cupping her breast and Bellatrix began kissing slowly down the back of her neck.
Hermione moaned as the first kisses felt soft and warm and then gasped as Bellatrix’ lips burned with alpha fire. The older witch lightly scraped the backs of her nails down between her breasts and across her soft belly to bury her fingers in the new down of Hermione’s mound.
The omega couldn’t bear it any longer and turned to face her alpha. She laced her fingers in Bellatrix’ jet curls and drew her close. Bellatrix brought her mouth onto her lover’s with an explosion of kisses: sucking, teething, fluttering, dancing her tongue, taking possession of Hermione.
The alpha’s lips varied their tone, following the waves of her passion. Soft then taut, warm then cooling.
Just as Bellatrix wasn’t in control of the timbre of her lips she lost control of the scents she was sharing. The musk became more pronounced, carrying with it licorice, cardamom, and a hint of something like burning rubber. Hermione met every new fragrance with a satisfied moan and deep breaths drinking in her alpha’s scent language.
Bellatrix shifted to cover Hermione with her body, resting between her legs. The alpha trailed her kisses slowly down her lover’s neck and found Hermione’s tightening nipple, rising up from the peaches and cream breast like the crest of a wave.
Her warm lips sucked and her lover’s nipple responded, rising up further from the small mountain’s foothills. Bellatrix slowly circled her tongue around the deepening pink ring, eliciting moans and small gasps from the young witch.
Suddenly, Hermione felt Bellatrix’ mouth chill like a bitter wind that made the omega pull back for an instant before wanting more of the extreme. Bellatrix’ mouth swung between burning hot and ice before she slowly closed her teeth on the bud, clamping imperceptibly tighter and tighter.
Hermione groaned, somewhere in her mind registering that she was enjoying the pleasure and the pain in equal measure until the alpha’s hardening mouth brought her back with a gasp.
The pain became almost unbearable. But it was being given by her alpha and she wanted to take it all, wanted to prove that she was a strong omega and that she trusted her alpha. The pain continued to grow steadily and Hermione felt afraid for the first time. Her brain issued a sudden alarm that Bellatrix wouldn't be able to stop and would damage her as Andromeda had warned.
The alpha detected the smell of fear coming from her omega, a hint of something iron and cold; a scent she hadn’t experienced from her. She countered with a new burst of musk, musk that had been aged somehow in oak casks, and Hermione reacted with the need for more pain and more proof for her alpha.
Bellatrix felt Hermione was just at the breaking point and eased her hold with her teeth, gentling the burning nipple with her tongue and soft lips. She didn’t want to make the girl beg. Hermione had nobly endured quite a large amount of pain for an uninitiated omega and Bellatrix wanted her to feel a victory that she hadn’t had to ask her alpha to stop.
The alpha didn’t linger over the throbbing nipple but charted warm kisses down the omega’s rounded belly to her mound. There it was. The scent she craved above all else.
The omega’s growing arousal had coated all the folds of her vulva with the most enticing fragrance. When the alpha dipped her tongue deftly into the cleft she tasted the unique essence of her one true omega pair.
She showed her gratitude for her omega’s gift by slowly and gently tasting each fold, each ridge and valley. She traveled down to the small opening and probed, pushing the tiny tight creases open carefully. She continued encouraging the opening with her widening tongue, as her omega began to move her hips up and back, moaning as her alpha went deeper.
She let her tongue glide up through the valley to the pearl. Hermione whimpered as her lover rested her tongue lightly on the little peek. Hermione groaned and shifted up against Bellatrix, who generously responded by fluctuating her tongue up and down across the stiffening pearl.
The alpha was in a kind of paradise but her rut would not let her satisfy Hermione with her mouth. She needed to be inside her. To take her and be in union. Her alpha rut required nothing less and she no longer had the ability to delay their coupling.
Her own clitoris was growing and as an alpha witch it wasn’t just perking up within her vulva. Her vagina had turned itself inside out and emerged to push out and fuse with her expanding clitoris.
Bellatrix’ formation was straining between her belly and the bed, demanding her omega. She moved her mouth from Hermione’s vulva, causing the young witch to whimper. She raised her body up and met her lover’s mouth once more with her own. She spread Hermione’s legs and brought the tip of her growing shaft to the edge of the untried opening.
Hermione took Bellatrix’ head in her hands, locking her fingers in her curls and pulled their mouths closer. The omega wanted her alpha, knowing instinctively that she wanted all of her, wanted to be one with her.
Bellatrix’ engorged formation teased up into the the omega’s opening. Hermione took a quiet breath and then gasped as Bellatrix thrust up into her, pushing aside any resistance, moving inside.
The alpha’s sex continued to enlarge. The omega felt it filling her. Felt the base begin to press on her own clitoris. She began to grind up against her alpha when suddenly the alpha formation changed again. The outer tissue reached up to grasp around the lips of the cervix with minute talons locking the alpha and omega together.
Hermione winced at the unexpected pain as her lover’s member stung inside her. She dug her fingers into the sides of Bellatrix' ribcage as her mate began to move again, this time pushing her alpha sex forward and back against the opening of the uterus while the outside flesh maintained its grip.
Bellatrix felt the longed-for union as her sex clasped her omega’s cervix and she was driven to thrust again and again against the opening. Her rut compelled her, demanding she force her sex through the portal, hammering against Hermione’s cervix, clitoris, and parts the young witch didn’t think scientists had named. Hermione was in a blissful haze of pleasure and pain, climbing higher, desire increasing with the fullness and the force of her alpha.
Bellatrix rammed relentlessly, each thrust sending a bolt of pleasure, until the omega loosened and the alpha’s sex shot through the uterus’ entrance, releasing the talons’ hold and pulling both alpha and omega over the pinnacle. The pair screamed in unison as their orgasms ripped from them, rocking together, taking the full extent of their pleasure. They gasped for breath buried in each other.
Bellatrix relaxed in the arms of her lover, still feeling her engorged sex fillling her omega. Hermione held her alpha inside, relishing the fullness and the power to hold her. They breathed together as the alpha’s body returned to a more accustomed state. Hermione whimpered as she emptied. Craving the musk, She licked Bellatrix’ skin and burrowed into her neck.
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