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Fenrir had been working hard to make a large pack for Voldemort, and it really wasn't a bad thing. However, he was getting up there in age. What he really wanted was a human to breed like a bitch, but the thought of becoming a domesticated man was repulsive to him. The other option was to find one of the werewolf cubs in the Forest of Dean and see if that panned out, but mating a werewolf female was impossible since they couldn't carry to term because of the shifts. A regular wolf would make more werewolf cubs, but he wanted proper lycanthropic children which meant breeding someone while transformed.
He was supposed to be tracking down the Undesirables like others were doing, so he was roaming the woods for that as well when he caught an interesting scent. Not far off was a very fertile scent, so he quietly snuck in that direction to see who it was and if he could snatch them up. His first thought upon setting eyes on the person was that it was most definitely Harry Potter with that wild hair and the lightning bolt scar that was clearly visible because the full moon had only been a couple nights prior, then his second thought was that the scent was coming off of Potter and had been carried so far because he was taking a bath.
Fenrir was entranced as he watched the bold and beautiful wizard finish rising out of the pool. The boy seemed smaller than someone his age should be with a lighter bone structure, large emerald-like eyes, and long, dark lashes. On a normal day, Harry could be described as pretty, but on this night, Harry was absolutely breathtaking. Fenrir's eyes darted around as he took in the terrain and he started thinking about the dens he knew that were around. He would need to subdue Potter, but with the boy naked and his wand too far away, that wouldn't be difficult for an adult werewolf like him to do. Then he could drag him off to a cave and convince Harry to stay with him one full moon to bear his pups by threatening his friends who must be nearby. After that, it might be a bit tricky, but he had at least three weeks to convince Potter to stick around using his cock and get the beautiful specimen addicted to his knot.
Fenrir slowly crept around the heated pond to come from the direction he could see Harry's clothes in, and he wondered who let Potter off his leash without someone to watch him. His friends were idiots if they didn't know that Potter was one of those rare wizards that could bear children, but Fenrir would capitalize on that.
Harry was thinking about getting out of the pond he had heated up to an ice melting temperature that would remove the chill that had sank into his bones. It felt like someone had been staring at him for the past couple minutes, but he couldn't see without his glasses. He began to wade out towards his clothes, but he barely managed a few steps before something was leaping out to drag him into the water. He didn't have a chance to scream since if he had, he would have a lungful of water by now.
Someone huge with sharp claws was keeping him under, and he tried to wiggle away as he struggled to get out from their grasp. He could feel his skin getting sliced open, but the cuts felt superficial and only stung so he ignored the pain and kicked out. The person holding him down was too strong and had all the leverage which meant that that didn't work. In a last ditch effort, he got his feet under him and shot straight up for the surface in hopes that he would headbutt whoever it was, but he ended with a hand clapped over his mouth and an arm around his torso. He tried to kick out or scream, but the person holding him let out a throaty laugh that sounded more like a menacing growl.
"Well well, looks like it's my lucky night," Harry heard the person say, then he cringed when he felt a hot mouth suck on his neck. "Mmm, delicious. Stop struggling, Potter, and listen to the deal I have to offer you."
Harry didn't immediately pay attention and struggled even harder, but the arm around his torso slid down and he completely froze when he felt claws threatening his balls.
"Are you ready to listen?"
Harry gave a tiny nod and stayed still.
"Fenrir Greyback at your service," the man - no, monster - said in his rumbling deep voice. Harry stiffened since he knew from Remus that he was being held by the most feared werewolf in all of England that loved to bite children. "Ah, my reputation proceeds me. Your camp is surrounded by the rest of my pack and there are orders to bring you in to the Dark Lord, but I want something special from you." Harry whimpered when he felt a hard length rub up against his back with only Fenrir's own pants keeping him from actually feeling it. "That's right, Potter. I want to fuck you every day until the day before the next full moon, and in return I won't turn you over or turn you and your friends into werewolves. I'm going to let go of your mouth, but if you try to scream, I'm ripping your balls off."
Harry's breathing turned very shallow when he felt his balls get squeezed a little harder. It didn't hurt - Fenrir was handling him surprisingly carefully - but the threat of the claws was very real so he didn't let that fool him. "I don't... I can't... I've never done anything like that before," Harry quietly choked out. His options were honestly horrible since it was Harry to Voldemort with Ron and Hermione turned into werewolves or have sex with this beast behind him who had a dick so big that it felt like there was a third forearm pressed against his butt and back. "I don't know how to do those things. Please don't hurt Ron and Hermione! I'll go to Vol-"
A hand slapped back over his mouth and he whimpered when claws pressed hard against his balls. "Don't say that name, idiot boy," Fenrir hissed. "I'm giving you an opportunity to get you and your friends free by just staying with me for a few weeks. You don't need to know what to do - I'll be gentle and teach you. You're beautiful and I want to convince you to carry my pups."
"I'm a boy and can't get pregnant," Harry quietly hissed as soon as his mouth was let go. "I do not look like a girl! You're holding proof that I'm a man!"
"Oh you poor thing," Fenrir purred into his ear, and the feeling of his hot breath with that growling tone had Harry wanting to run away because it send shivers down his spine. "You're one of the rare wizards that can. Not many witches or wizards can breed with magical creatures, but you are one of them and I want children. Give me until the night before the next full moon to convince you to stay with me and your friends go free now with you going free later. You can only carry children if you agree to it because you want to so I can't force you to have my children. That is why I'm being so nice, see?"
"I've never heard of b-boys that can d-do that," Harry whimpered. He had tried to tilt his head away so Fenrir stopped breathing in his ear, but now the werewolf was sucking on his neck and he could feel himself start to get hard. "Please don't do that? I don't like it."
"Your cock says otherwise," Fenrir darkly chuckled as he ground his palm against Harry's penis without letting go of his threatening grip on his balls. "I'm not going to take you here, though. I want to get you nice and settled in my den so I can properly take your virginity in a way that you will love. So, come with me or end up with the Dark Lord?"
Harry's bottom lip trembled and tears began to spill out of his eyes. "I'll go with you," he quietly agreed in a defeated tone. "Just don't hurt Ron or Hermione, please."
"Be silent as a lamb for me, whelp," Fenrir growled. "I'm going to carry you to my place, but we are leaving all your things here for your friends to find. You won't need your wand while you're getting fucked and you won't need a stitch of clothing since you can stay under the furs."
The journey to Fenrir's cave had been freezing since Harry had been wet and naked and only had the werewolf's own body warmth to protect him from the freezing temperature. By the time they got to his den, Harry had no clue where they were or where the camp might be. It was still a long journey through winding tunnels that made Harry knew he would never be able to get out of alone, but it was a relief to be tossed into a large pile of furs that passed for a bed once they reached a larger room. What was not a relief was watching Fenrir begin to strip himself.
This was Harry's first actual look at the infamous and widely feared man, and the first thing he noticed was how the teeth had been filed to points even though he was in human form. If Voldemort could be described as half snake, then Fenrir could be described as half wolf. What was weird was that this man was supposed to be older than Moony was, but he looked ageless with his half-beast body while Moony looked really old and worn down.
Fenrir's body was covered in hair, but it wasn't the same time of covered in hair like a man should have. It was more like the soft fur of a dog's underbelly close to where there should be no fur at all, and Harry hope it was soft rather than coarse since it was already horrible to be stuck deep inside a cave somewhere with no way out. Fenrir never took his eyes off him, and Harry couldn't look away when the big man removed his pant. Looking away from a threat in the room was impossible, but that meant that Harry saw the intimidating rod first hand and it definitely didn't look human.
If he had to describe it in one word, he would say 'muscular.' It looked like layers of muscles had been fused together vertically so it had many bulges. The head was narrowed down to an unnaturally thin tip, and there was already a thick trail of clear slime oozing out of the tip and all the way to the floor. A single one of those furry balls was as large as both of Harry's own, and Harry began to hyperventilate as he realized that this was far far worse than he thought it would be. The only good thing he could think of was that it wasn't as long as he had thought it was, but that wasn't any consolation to how intimidating and bestial it looked.
"Turn around, Potter," Fenrir ordered with a lascivious grin. "Get on your knees but lay your chest down. I'll help warm you up first then I'll start prepping you."
Harry was too far gone into panic to obey, and he remained frozen when Fenrir approached him. It wasn't until the clawed hands were reaching out for him that he jerked back with a terrified scream, but that did nothing except make Fenrir laugh as werewolf pounced on top of him. "No, please, I don't want to do this I'm scared I can't do this!" Harry babbled as he was man handled into a little spoon position and got furs piled on him. "Please just let me goooo! I want to go hooooome!"
Fenrir just held him and made soothing rumbling noises in his chest while Harry sobbed out his panic. Not having a home to even go to made his misery even worse since he was yearning for something he didn't have. Eventually he ran out of tears and energy, and he trembled in place but stopped making noises.
"There, calm down, Potter," Fenrir soothed. "It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you. I want you to carry my pups, and that means I will treat you like a queen. You don't even need to worry about being turned. If I bite you, you won't be able to carry my young. There is nothing to be afraid of. I'll go nice and slow since I want you to stay with me and enjoy yourself."
Harry didn't bother to respond since he didn't want any of it, but Fenrir rolled him onto his back then burrowed under the covers. Harry stared up at the cave's ceiling with no idea what to expect but resigned to whatever his fate was, but he was startled out of that when he felt a long and flat tongue begin to lap at his genitals. "What?" he yelped as he tried to scramble back, but his hips were grabbed and he was yanked back down and Fenrir wedged his own body in between Harry's legs so they were forced apart.
The new position gave the werewolf complete access to his balls and cock, and Harry dry-sobbed when he felt himself begin to harden. "No, no, I don't want this to feel good!" he whined, but Fenrir only chuckled and didn't pause at all. Harry kept protesting it since it shouldn't feel good at all, but eventually his protests turned into whines and he came all over his own belly which Fenrir then lapped up.
"There now, that wasn't so bad right?" Fenrir asked, but it was rhetorical and Harry didn't reply to it. "Let's start prepping you."
Harry didn't fight getting flipped onto his belly or how his hips were pulled up in such a way that his body was dragged down. He was in the position that Fenrir had told him to be in at the beginning, and the only comfort he would acknowledge to himself was the additional piles of furs put on top and even under him so only his butt and upper thighs were really exposed. He felt warm and the furs were very soft, so he let his mind wander towards how home should have warm and soft blankets like this.
Then the first lick from the back of his balls, up his crack, and nearly to his tail bone startled a squeak out of him. The grip on his hips tightened a little, but Harry didn't try to scramble away since he knew there was no point to it. His whole body did tense up even more as the licking continued, but he got too tired of even holding that so he went limp once more.
That seemed to be what Fenrir had been waiting for since he suddenly focused on Harry's hole hard enough to lick his way inside before Harry could tense up again. The feel of that hot and long tongue lapping his inside like that felt incredibly good, but Harry swallowed any noise he might have made since he did not want to feel good! Fenrir's hands pried his butt open when he began to tense up, then Harry whimpered since there was no way to escape the feeling of having his insides get slick with saliva or how the tongue felt when it dragged over certain spots inside him.
It all came to a stop just before Harry lost control of his voice. He was panting and squirming and trying not to push back for more, but the abrupt end made him whine for a split second. His face went hot since Fenrir chuckled, and he began to get up on his hands so he could scramble away. A heavy hand pinned him down right in between his shoulder blades and he felt something hot and slick rubbing over his hole and catching on his rim in a way that told his body to push his arse back to get it in. Harry whimpered as he fought the urge to do that.
"Relax, pup," Fenrir rumbled. "Shhh, just relax. It hasn't hurt so far, right? And you are doing this to keep you and your friends protected. It's just you and me here, and I won't tell anyone if you end up enjoying yourself. Anyone that's been on my cock will tell you there is no shame in it, and nobody would expect you to be able to physically fight me off."
Harry's breathing hitched under the compelling argument, then he finally made himself stir enough to pillow his arms under his head to hide his face inside of. He stayed quiet when Fenrir stopped playing with his hole and lowered himself to lick it, and this time Harry allowed himself to make tiny movements to get that tongue to drag along the right areas until his toes began to curl.
Then it stopped.
Harry didn't stop his plaintive whine, but he also didn't push his butt back or demand more like his body wanted. The soft and slimy pressure was at his rim again, and Harry only allowed it to catch twice before he pushed his butt back just enough for it to sink in a a little.
"Good boy," Fenrir rumbled. Harry kept his bum relaxed as he felt it nudge in and out a tiny bit, but it never went deeper nor did it slip out. "I'm going to let you control how much you want inside you. Gently rock with me and it will be easier for you."
Harry shivered when the heavy weight that had kept his torso pinned down disappeared and his scalp was gently scritched. Harry did nothing for a couple minutes and just felt his hole get wetter, then he pushed his bum back a tiny bit when Fenrir nudge forward. He felt his rim stretch in a delicious way that made him shiver, and he began to rock back to get that stretch and burn more and more.
Harry didn't realize how much he had taken in until his butt pressed against a thicker spot, and he realized he had the entire end inside and had just hit the first bulge. It terrified him how lost he had gotten in the moment, but his body was still screaming for more. He was so close to coming, and he knew that it would feel way better than the first one did. And better than any other wank he had given himself. So he told himself just one. He could take one, then come, and decide he was done.
Harry panted as he began to work himself back, and it didn't hurt like he thought it would. His hole was so slick from the slimy stuff that Fenrir leaked that it literally felt like he had swallowed something but with his bum, then Fenrir had both of his hips in and and was doing that small nudging thing so the next bulge was pressing against his hole but the fist was not going in and out like he needed it to. He whined and tried to be satisfied with what he had, but it still wasn't enough. After a few minutes of torture, he began to rock back, and when the second bulge slipped in, he moaned.
"There you go, whelp," Fenrir growled. "I told you it would feel nice and good, right? I want to take care of you, Harry. You would be upset if your friends were hurt so they are now safe, and if you decide my den isn't good enough for you, you can leave without being harmed."
Harry didn't reply and just enjoyed the spasming feeling of his channel around that second bulge. He knew his own penis was leaking all over the furs under him, but even though he was painfully hard, his bum felt better in a different way. Thankfully, the werewolf didn't say anything else, so Harry was able to enjoy how full he felt... until it wasn't enough.
The third one felt huge and Harry was too scared to try to 'swallow' that one. He hid his face more and hunched his back up, then he slowly spread his knees apart to see if opening himself up helped at all. It wasn't until he started wiggling his bum around to figure things out when he actually felt like he might be able to take it, so he waited until Fenrir was nudging forward to pop his ass back then keened when it actually slipped in.
It burned and stretched, but there was that spot inside him that Fenrir had licked at earlier that got stretched out from the first bulge pressing in that deep. His whole body tensed up tightly, and then he was crying out in quiet little 'ah ah ah ah' that matched with up to his panting. Fenrir was still doing that nudging thing which was giving that bundle inside plenty of attention, but he needed more so he pushed back harder. Harry's world went white with an intense amount of pleasure from the feeling of the bulges sliding around inside, but the edges felt fuzzy red because he got stuck trying to get the next one in.
Fenrir seemed to understand what he needed since he finally took initiative and pushed it in the rest of the way. There was relief from the pain at his rim, and he felt so stuffed that all the good spots in him had been hit and he finally began to come.
"There you go, let it out," Fenrir coo'ed, but all Harry could hear were his own cries echoing back to him from the cave walls. It was intense since it didn't feel like he was only coming... Or rather, the ejaculation only felt like a secondary relief. The majority of the pleasure came from his bum and how Fenrir continued to milk it out with his careful nudging. "Alright, time for a nap. You took me half way and did such a good job! I'm going to stay in you just like this so your body can adjust while you sleep, then we will continue when you wake up."
Harry still wasn't paying attention and was just trying to find an ebb to come down from since the big man had finally stopped moving. When Fenrir began to carefully try to adjust his position, feeling the dick inside him move sent him into another wave of spasming pleasure. That seemed to be his entire world for an endless amount of time, and when he finally got his bearings back he was laying on top of Fenrir's wide chest and the man was massaging his lower back and his bum.
"Get it out, it hurts," he whimpered. Now that there was no pleasure to balance it, the stretching burn outright hurt, and he didn't think he could move without tearing something inside. "Please?"
"Sshh, just relax, Harry," Fenrir rumbled, and Harry could feel the deep sound in the chest he was lying on top of. "You need to relax your muscles. I was hoping you would fall asleep, but you're a stubborn one. Follow my fingers and relax yourself in the spots I am rubbing."
Harry whimpered with pain for a couple more minutes, but Fenrir continued to coax him in a soothing growling tone that he began to relax and get sleepy. When the worst of the pain stopped burning, he passed out, and he was quite happy to stay unconscious.
Harry woke up to the sound of someone speaking. "Ron?" he grumbled, irritated to have been woken up. He was about to fall right back to sleep since Ron shut up, except his bed was too warm to be the cot in the tent and his eyes popped open when he remembered being dragged through the cold by Fenrir. Tensing up so suddenly caused his lower back to explode with pain, and he cried out since it felt like someone had hit him there with a bludger.
"Shhh, relax Harry," Fenrir crooned, but the sound reminded him of the rest of the things so he began to cry. "Chris, stop arguing. I know what the Dark Lord wants, but you can smell him! He will strengthen our pack. Fetch some meals I can easily feed him with my hands. If you tell anyone else about this or try to report it before the next full moon, I will rip out your throat and leave your body at the Dark Lord's feet. Remember that we are not dogs and are only allied to him."
"I won't go reporting it, but if they come sniffing around in our den, I'll tell them the truth," Harry heard the other man say. He sounded more human than Fenrir did... Completely human to be honest. Harry couldn't lift himself up or twist to see who it was, but he knew that they knew that Fenrir's cock was in his ass at the moment so he felt humiliated as well. "You risk the pack with this."
"Or I bring greater glory with strong children and by getting the Dark Lord's enemy out of the way," Fenrir snapped back. "Harry Potter can't go running around if he's heavy with my pups and nobody knows he is here. Besides, Harry will also be additional insurance that we won't be double crossed. If the Dark Lord doesn't give us our freedom, we can throw ourselves behind him since he is an honorable boy who already counts Lupin as family."
If there was a verbal reply, Harry couldn't hear it over the sounds of his muffled crying, but he did hear 'Chris' leave and Fenrir began to pet his hair. "Please take it out, it hurts so much!" he begged. "I can't feel my legs and my back feels like it is on fire."
"Shh, alright, I'll pull it out," Fenrir said in a disappointed tone. "You did so well earlier to even take as much as you did. Just relax your body and let me see if I can make taking it out feel good for you, okay?"
Harry just wanted it out now, but at least it was going to come out so he sobbed as he nodded an agreement. Fenrir hugged him to his chest, then Harry felt gentle tugging at his rim along with some squishy wet sounds. Much like before, the lubrication helped immensely, and he finally went limp to let Fenrir take over. His back began to feel better when Fenrir shifted so he could massage him once again.
"There, is this better?" Fenrir coo'ed. Harry realized it felt strange to hear the big man talking to him like this when he sounded like he was getting ready to tear Chris apart not too long ago. "It really would be better for you if you can get yourself to adjust to this spot. Much like the rest of me, my cock also changed, and my knots are always out as a human any time I become erect. It makes sex difficult at first, but as you felt yourself just a few hours ago, it can also be highly rewarding when you learn how to take it. If I pull out now, we will just get stuck like this again in a day or two, only it will hurt a lot worse because you will still be sore from this round."
"Ron and Hermione?" he sniffled out. He recalled the conversation and knew that Fenrir had been serious about not telling Voldemort that he was here. "Are they okay?"
"They found your clothes, searched for you as long as they could, then your red head friend summoned the snatchers but they escaped in time," Fenrir explained. "They have your wand and everything with them, so the next time you meet up you can get all your things back."
"What if I offer to ally now?" Harry asked. "He never keeps his word unless it's beneficial and continues to be beneficial. Hermione is already working on legislation laws to give werewolves, house elves, centaurs, and all the sentient beings more freedom. If..." Harry swallowed hard and peeked up through his lashes. "If I am carrying your... your pups... then that would just give more incentive to give werewolves rights, right?"
"Just like I can't force you to get pregnant, you can't barter yourself like that," Fenrir said with a snort of amusement. "You're starting to think though, and that's a good thing. You also bring up some good points. None of it can be addressed until the next full moon since I would have to breed you as a werewolf to get you knocked up."
"Pardon?" Harry choked out. "That isn't possible! You would try to eat me!"
"Unless I recognize you as a mate and you present yourself fully willing," Fenrir calmly explained. "All these hurdles mean nothing unless you are wet and willing, Harry. Don't think about anything except figuring out how to take my cock and try not to go crazy from how good you will feel. Or do - you feel so good coming on my dick that I would love to keep you on it all day."
"Don't say that," Harry miserably moaned out. He didn't want to think about how good it had felt earlier at all. With all the massaging and stuff, he was no longer in pain, but he also knew that could change if he moved just wrong... And any movement was just wrong at the moment. "It's embarrassing and I don't want to think about it."
"Well, we will eat and I will help you feel better soon," Fenrir offered, and Harry sighed in defeat and just let Fenrir continue his massage while he gently loosened up his rim with his slow and careful thrusts. Fenrir didn't stop when Chris came back, so Harry knew there was no way the other man didn't know what was going on because the squelching noises were not subtle at all. He couldn't find it in him to care at the moment.
"Your bitch smells miserable," Chris said, and that was enough for Harry to crane his neck to glare while Fenrir growled in a menacing way. "I'm just stating the obvious. I hope your plan works out."
Fenrir stopped his massage to hug Harry to him tightly as he full on snarled and snapped. Harry hid his face and clung to Fenrir since there was nothing he could do, but all Chris did was snicker and run off. "Insolent man," Fenrir growled. "I sometimes wonder why he is my second in command, then I remember that everyone else is more stupid or weak than he is. Anyway, there are some fruits and chicken nuggets for you to eat. You can stop smelling terrified, now."
Harry signed. "I thought you two were going to get into a fight but I'm stuck here," Harry grumbled, but he didn't get to finish since a slice of apple was pushed into his mouth. He glared at Fenrir this time, but he ate was he was fed until he was full. Fenrir didn't seem to mind that Harry couldn't eat a whole lot since he started eating the rest, and Harry fell back asleep to the quiet sounds of chewing.
When Harry woke up again, it was to the sounds of his own moans. Fenrir was holding him by his thighs, and he had worked Harry so loose that the three knots he had taken were able to slip in and out with ease. Fenrir seemed to realize he was awake since the pace went from a slow in and out to only the widest one slipping in and out, and the pleasure spot inside was assaulted in a way that Harry couldn't fight at all.
Harry began to push his ass back hard to meet the thrusts when he started to come. He could tell there was semen pooling between their bellies from his pinned down cock, but once again it was all about his arse. He rode hard against the next knot until he began to open for it, and the mix of pleasure and pain just extended his orgasm out a bit longer before he tried to pull off all the way with a pained yelp. Fenrir didn't allow that, but he did let Harry settle back on the third one again.
"Just like that, Harry," Fenrir praised. "You nap, eat, then nap, and I make you come over and over until you can take all of me in. The last two are honestly the hardest ones, so getting the first three in actually is good progress. How is your back feeling?"
"Better," Harry curtly grumbled. He was upset at himself for trying to push back like he wanted more since he very much didn't. It was upsetting that his first sex experience was with a monster like Fenrir rather than someone he loved like Ginny. "You said I can have kids, but how does that even work? I don't have a womb."
"Your scent is starting to change a bit," Fenrir explained in a sated tone as he continued to fuck Harry with the part of him that Harry could now handle. "Your magic will create a temporary womb, and if our intent aligns, then I can fertilize it. That's how I understand it works, anyway. To me, you smell like a bitch getting ready to go into heat but still looking for your own den to mark before you do."
"So they will only be your kids and not mine?" Harry asked, not sure if he was relieved or upset by that thought. He didn't want to have kids with Fenrir, but the thought of being able to have his own kids sounded... nice. "It's not like I have eggs, right?"
"They will be our children," Fenrir corrected. "Again, your magic takes care of that part of things. Your magic, Harry. That means any child you birth is half yours. Now, let's try this again."
Harry was about to ask what when his thighs were gripped and Fenrir began to force pleasure on him. This time Harry fought the feeling, but it kept building and building until he was crying out with ecstasy. From there, all he wanted was to get moremoremore until he finally pushed past the next point of no return and found himself coming hard around the burning girth that stretched him so much that he couldn't milk it. Something felt good for Fenrir though since he was groaning and pushing in until Harry felt hot fluid beginning to fill him up.
"Such a good boy, Harry," Fenrir groaned as he continued to rut inside. Harry was coming down from his own pleasure and whimpering with pain, but Fenrir didn't stop and Harry just kept feeling more and more full until his tummy was pooched out a little like he had had a large dinner. "I can't wait until you take my last one."
Harry whined with pain and hoped he could go back to the one before, but everything time he tried, Fenrir squeezed his thighs and ground his twitching cock inside. "It hurts," he complained. "I want off of this one!"
Fenrir cracked open an eye, then he grinned. Harry wondered what an evil smile like that must be for and prepared for something bad, but all Fenrir did was carefully lift him up just like he wanted. As soon as the latest knot let go of his rim, things poured out, and Harry squeaked and tried to stop it by pressing his bottom back down. Fenrir seemed to know exactly what Harry was going to do since he thrust up at the same time, and Harry was sinking down on the very slippery bulge that was less painful now that it was covered it come and slime and stuff.
"There, that seems to have you feeling nice and better," Fenrir chuckled, then he had Harry by his thighs once more and began to leisurely stretch his rim. "Nap, Harry. I am sure you will wake up in a bit when it feels good again. You're so skinny that it only took one load to make you look a couple months along... I can't wait until you can take full breeding nights."
Harry had no idea how many cycles of napping, eating, and coming he went through, but he did know it took almost three full days for him to take all of Fenrir's cock. He had been allowed off of it twice a day so they could take care of bathroom needs and get cleaned up, but he would immediately be fucked the very second the last essential thing got completed and Fenrir didn't stop until he was good and stuck and had come at least once.
All in all, it wasn't the worst thing that could happen. He forgot to think about Horcruxes until Fenrir filled him with a very large load and it had him too bloated to move. Fenrir seemed to take a lot of pleasure in trying to keep at least one load in Harry at all times, and his diet was switched mostly to fruits and vegetables with some cheeses and crackers since he was apparently getting a lot of protein. Being bloated and stuck on a napping Fenrir was boring, though, and his mind had turned to worrying about his friends.
Harry hoped they were staying somewhere safe while he was stuck where he was. He also wondered if they had made any progress on finding more. He had began to think about what would happen if they had been grabbed by snatchers, but Fenrir apparently smelled his distress and began to lazily fuck Harry even though he was half asleep.
"Fenrir!" he hissed, and Fenrir jerked awake with a low growl he immediately cut off when he saw Harry glaring at him. "How are Hermione and Ron?"
Harry had lost a lot of his fear when he realized that Fenrir was definitely not going to hurt him or leave him unhappy, but on the flip side he couldn't hide his feelings about things because Fenrir could smell it. "In this case, no news is good news," Fenrir sighed. "I would tell you if something happened. I want to breed you many times, Harry, and that means keeping you happy all the time. If you found out I lied to you about your pack, you would run off in a heartbeat and I take pack seriously."
Harry calmed down, then he sat up and began to rub his belly. "Is it time for a break yet?" he asked. "I am getting too big so it will hurt soon."
"Mmm, let me fill you up one more time, Harry," Fenrir growled, then for the first time Harry found himself on the bottom when Fenrir flipped them around. "I want to show you what you can begin to expect now that you have taken all of me."
Harry doubted that there would not be anything new, but he was so so wrong. As soon as he came off the last knot, Fenrir pressed down on his belly so that come came pouring out, then he began to fuck Harry hard. Harry couldn't even catch his breath since the new pace and the shape of Fenrir's cock felt like it was its own creature that was wiggling around inside of Harry. This was like all of his previous orgasms had collided, and now they were vying for attention to see which would burst first.
Then Fenrir grabbed and squeezed Harry's dick.
Harry bucked up as a scream burst out of his throat because all of them popped at the same time. The hold on his dick was keeping him from ejaculating, so all of the pleasure in his arse just kept feeding off his need to come. He knew the furs under him absolutely needed to be cleaned, but that was a distant portion of his brain that took note about how wet and squishy everything was. The rest of him was just chanting for the knots and to go faster and harder, and Fenrir seemed to hear him clearly since that was what he did.
When Fenrir came this time, he buried himself deep and rutted hard. Harry's own orgasms was milking him for everything it had, and it felt like the hot liquid got sucked deeper than ever. Fenrir was sucking hard on his neck and grazing his teeth across Harry's skin, but he was very careful not to bite so those were the first things he felt when his shuddering body and mind became more aware of things than the next knot.
"You are so ruined for anyone else, Harry Potter," Fenrir growled. "No other cock but mine will sate you, and the only one better than mine now is mine when I'm a werewolf. I can show you what a real knotting is, and you won't be able to get off my cock until my wolf has emptied everything inside of you."
Harry groaned in reply. "I can't," he whined. A small part of him was beginning to want to grow round with pups, and another small part was beginning to feel like this cave was nice and safe and a home. "I can't leave Ron and Hermione! Fenrir!"
Then Harry wrapped his arms around the werewolf's neck and began to sob his heart out. He was so confused, but there was no way he could leave Ron and Hermione to deal with Voldemort. "I can't have a home or a family until You-Know-Who is dead because he will always come after me," he sobbed. "There's a prophecy and it's why he wanted to kill me even as a baby. Please please help us? They are my pack and I can't just abandon them when there is too much danger."
"If I help, that will make you happy enough to stay with me?" Fenrir asked.
"Yes," Harry sniffed out. "You'll always want to protect me and you think about my happiness first. That is what I hope for when I think of home and family."
"Alright, pup," Fenrir growled as he nuzzled Harry's neck. "Let's go kill us a dark lord and help your pack. I want to get this done before the full moon so we need to move quick.
Having a huge werewolf pack backing them actually made collecting the last of the horcruxes easy once he met up with Ron and Hermione and updated them on everything. Ron was absolutely horrified and insisted that Harry needed to be checked, but Hermione carefully thought it over and said she could see why Harry wanted to be with Fenrir. Nobody had ever taken care of him or put him first before, so she said she wasn't too surprised.
Things happened, Snape died, and Harry was called to walk out to his death. He went, but that was when the werewolves began to carefully move into position with their once allies. Harry walked into the forest to the sound of growling and screaming coming from behind him as his new pack began to decimate Voldemort's forces, then he was boldly stepping into the clearing with his head held high.
Dolohov and Yaxley did not show up like they were supposed to, but Voldemort didn't notice that. His eyes were only for Harry. "I knew you would come," Voldemort hissed with a thin-lipped smile. Lucius who stood furthest away was silently pulled into the forest by a pair of clawed hands. "You were raised to be a symbol of death and my rise to power. Any last words, Potter?"
"HARRY NO!" Hagrid shouted, and Harry looked over surprised to see that he was tied up to a tree. Rowle was the next one to disappear since everyone was looking at the half giant. "YOU CAN'T!"
Harry gave Hagrid a grim smile. "I don't have any last words, but I do have a last request," he said as he looked back to Voldemort, then he pointed at Bellatrix who was standing right by her lord. "I want to duel and kill her for what she did to Sirius."
The two giants roared when everyone save for Harry and Narcissa began to laugh. "Ickle Potter still wants to cry for his godfather," Bellatrix cackled. "May I, my lord? I promise I will only crucio him for a bit!"
"Very well," Voldemort agreed. Narcissa quietly disappeared just as the others had, and Harry backed away then raised Draco's wand. He mockingly bowed to Bellatrix before Voldemort could demand it, and she tried to hit him with a crucio but he tumbled to the side.
He and Bellatrix began to furiously battle, and Fenrir finally crept to the snake in the bubble. Since he was considered an ally, he was able to reach in and yank her out. Bellatrix was distracted when she heard the death scream of the snake, and Harry beheaded her with a cutting curse. Her head hadn't even hit the ground before he was battling the Dark Lord who was shrieking in rage.
"TRAITORS!" he screamed. "LUCIUS! ROWLE! KILL THE MONGREL!"
Harry barked out a laugh much like Sirius once would have. "They are already dead, Tom," he mocked. "Fenrir is my pack rather than an ally." He had to duck and put up the strongest shield charm he could when dozens of blades transfigured from leaves shot right at him. "You killed people I loved, so now Nagini is dead as the only creature you loved. Even if you kill me, you will never be able to trust someone else again."
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry grinned and stepped right into the green beam of light.
Harry found himself at King's cross and wondered if he was dead, but he heard the cries of a baby and decided to investigate.
"You can't help him, Harry," Harry heard a familiar voice say. "My dear boy, I'm so sorry."
Harry turned and scowled at Dumbledore. "You apologize when you make a mistake or do something on accident, but what you did was deliberate," Harry angrily said. "Hermione told me there should have been one person in my life that put me and my happiness first, but there never was and it was all your fault."
Dumbledore bowed his head in defeat. "Of course, of course," he sadly agreed, and Harry summoned up Snape's last memories to burn away the guilt that tone made him feel. "Well, you can turn to return back to your pack, or you can move on to the next great journey."
Harry turned around without another word and walked straight back into the fog so he could be with his pack.
Harry came to hearing Fenrir's screams of pain, and he saw Voldemort torturing him under a crucio. The two giants had been defeated, but the werewolves that had fought them didn't dare step into the clearing. Nobody saw Harry slowly stand up. He used a cutting curse to also behead Voldemort much as he had Bellatrix, then he immediately turned and began to get sick over his own actions.
Harry retreated with his werewolves after he hugged Hermione and Ron goodbye. The full moon was the next night, and he had made a promise. Fenrir picked him up as soon as he stepped into the forest again, and they left the grounds.
Harry was exceptionally nervous. He was pacing in their den without a stitch of cloth and still leaking come from Fenrir's hard fuck right before the sun set. The whole pack was out of the den, but they would be arriving soon and that included Fenrir in his wolf form. He was worried that Fenrir wouldn't recognize him at all since Lupin had not back in third year, and he really didn't want to become Wolf-Chow-Mein.
Even though he was on alert, he was still caught off guard when the sound of claws on the ground and a low growl announced Fenrir's presence. Harry immediately dropped to all fours on the blankets, rolled onto his side, and bared his throat while he spread his knees apart like he had been told to do. No eye contact and obey the nosing. He might get clawed a bit, but don't try to run or scream or he might be seen as a meal. Keep his head lower then Fenrir's at all times. Oh, and don't talk. Whining and other sounds was fine, but no words.
Harry was so busy reciting all the rules in his head that he hadn't noticed Fenrir approach until he felt a tongue swipe over his crack. Fenrir's tongue was longer and rougher in this form, and he eagerly began to lap up the mess he himself had made just hours ago. When he felt nosing under his balls, he began to roll to get on all fours. Fenrir growled which made him freeze, then he slowly rolled onto his back and kept his knees apart.
Just as Fenrir had done on their first night together, the wolf began to lick and nuzzle at his balls and cock. It didn't take Harry long to get hard since the fear spurred his arousal in a very confusing way. Unlike human Fenrir, the wolf didn't stay there until he came. He continued to tongue bathe Harry until he was licking Harry's left ear, and Harry could hear the nearly silent throaty growl that Fenrir made as he panted.
Fenrir suddenly snarled, and Harry squeezed his eyes shut and bared his throat even more. The wolf surprise him, though. Fenrir grabbed his wrists tight enough for his claws to pierce skin, then Harry felt a long, hot, slimy, and hard cock begin to rut against his thigh.
Harry raised his hips to assist, but it still took Fenrir a couple minutes to blindly sink in. When he did, he hilted himself in one thrust, and Harry whined in the back of his throat since the wolf was longer than the man was. Unlike the man, the wolf's cock was normal in shape, but Harry knew that would change when Fenrir began to breed him.
Being used earlier had served multiple purposes. First, Fenrir's scent and come would be all over Harry which was one of the main reasons why Fenrir could immediately accept him as a mate. Then there was the reason that he was slick enough to take Fenrir's immediate hard and fast fucking. Finally, he was open enough for the first knot to slip in, and as it slowly crawled towards the end of the shaft, it felt like having a small egg being used to fuck him rather than a regular cock. Harry kept his breathing as steady as possible and continued to keep his hips in the air though his thighs were beginning to burn from the strain.
It was the second knot pushing its way in that made Harry orgasm for the first time. Fenrir had used a ring tonight to keep him from ejaculating, so Harry began to sweat and whine as his body trembled to stay up. The third knot came in after, and that was it for Harry. He couldn't keep his hips held up so the wolf was pulled down with him, but Harry wrapped his legs around Fenrir's waist and let the wolf have full control. The third knot kept pressing against his prostate, and Fenrir was fucking him so hard that his whole body was feeling the thudding vibrations from the pounding.
The fourth knot felt like Fenrir's regular fifth knot, and it parked itself below the third and stretched out his channel so it felt like there was no flesh between Fenrir's knot and his prostate. When it lodged itself, Fenrir's cock began to spill out a lot of precum and cum as his body primed itself and Harry up for the final knot, but even with that it was too big to fit in.
Fenrir didn't seem to get the message that some things just don't fit inside of other things. He snarled in a mix of lust and annoyance, then he began to fold Harry until his knees were a couple inches from his shoulders. Harry was being crushed as Fenrir tried to knot him, and he was wailing with pain even though he was still coming and milking the knots inside of him. There was a final push that left Harry dazed since he thought he had just been snapped in half, but the pop was the feeling of it finally pushing in. It hurt and he was in tears, but he was still bucking back because his body wanted more pleasure and it didn't care how much pain it took to get there.
Harry felt like a hot water balloon since Fenrir was coming but had not let up one bit on his pace. The wolf had three times the volume as the man did, and that was probably because it was supposed to squelch out. Harry's ring was too tight around the knot for that - just as it nearly couldn't put in, now it couldn't pull out. Fenrir began to lick the tears on Harry's face that he had no idea was there, then the wolf began to slow down with quiet whines of pleasure and finally came to a stop.
Fenrir told him not to let him get off if he tried, but Fenrir didn't try that. He let go of Harry's bleeding wrists and began to claw at a side until Harry realized Fenrir wanted him to move. Harry rolled on to his side and yelped at the pain of the knot tugging on his rim, but Fenrir rolled and pulled Harry's leg up in a way so they were spooning. Harry felt like he had been twisted into a pretzel in all of the... fifteen minutes that took? But Fenrir wasn't done since began to fuck Harry in the new position.
Claws dug into Harry's belly, but nowhere near as bad as they had done his wrists. The hand on his belly was more to keep Harry from bounding around too much since Fenrir seemed to have two modes: Hard and fast then harder and faster. Harry's ears buzzed from Fenrir's knots forcing him into another orgasm while the one at his rim continued to pull and tug in an effort to pump in and out, but things got better when Harry figure out that moving with Fenrir lessened the pain and increased the pleasure.
Harry's stomach got so bloated that come eventually began to leak out of his ass. It was a relief in not just pressure, but also because that area needed more lubrication from the pounding he was getting. His poor arse felt so tender, but his body was also covered in scratches and there were punctures and bruises on his limbs from Fenrir forcing him into different positions that his bum really was just one thing out of the whole that throbbed with pain.
The wolf also kept him throbbing in another way. As far as Harry was aware, Fenrir would send him straight into an orgasm every time he began to rut in between short breaks. Harry managed to catch a nap at one point when Fenrir had him ass up and was drooling all over his hair, but he was sure he was coming even in his sleep. He only became aware that 'breeding night' had ended when he woke because it felt like his bowels had released everything - and it had. Rather than an accident like his groggy brain had originally assumed, it was Fenrir pulling out and giving a low whistle of appreciation.
"Welcome home, bitch," Fenrir said in an affectionate growl as he picked a dripping Harry up. "Let's get you clean, I'll fuck you in the back to see how you feel so loose, then we'll get you some potions to heal you up. I can already smell the pups on you."
Harry did get pregnant that very night, and it was with fraternal triplets. One girl and two boys - the boys were mild tempered much like Harry but had their father's colorings and looks, but the delicate little girl with green eyes that resembled Harry was the meanest little bitch around and she was very proud of it. Harry had nearly a dozen kids before he decided no more and decided to roam for a while, but that no more turned into one more when he was pounced on by a kelpie when he was going through ireland.
Apparently, someone in the Black line had an ancestor that birthed a kelpie child since she was a metamorphmagus. He named her Nymphadora and went back home to his pack with her in his arms.