Commission

  Themes: Furry Sex, Breeding, Dom/Sub

  Summary: Voldemort and his Death Eaters capture Harry with the intention of subjecting him to a fate worse than death. Things don't quite go according to their pns.

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  Hermione paces back and forth in front of the firepce within the Burrow, biting at her nails in worry while Ron watches her with a frown on his face.

  "Hermione… mom and dad aren't going to come back any faster at this point. Maybe you should sit?"

  The muggleborn turns a gre in Ron's direction.

  "How am I supposed to sit, Ron?! Harry has been missing for MONTHS now! And your parents were just called away on 'Order Business'! You don't think that maybe has something to do with him?"

  Ron winces.

  "I mean, I hope it does… he's my friend too, ya know."

  That causes Hermione to falter. She flushes and hangs her head, slowly nodding.

  "I know Ron. I'm sorry. I just… ugh, I just hope he's alright."

  After all, by this point it wasn't entirely guaranteed that their best friend was even still alive.

  It had all started back near the beginning of the Summer between their Fifth and Sixth Years at Hogwarts. Even with all of the insanity that had happened at the end of their Fifth Year and the fact that Harry had lost his godfather when Sirius Bck died in the Department of Mysteries, Dumbledore had still insisted that he go back to the Dursleys for the Summer.

  Hermione had to admit; she'd been sorely tempted to give the Headmaster a piece of her mind when she'd originally heard that. Maybe if she had, Harry wouldn't have gone missing. The Howler she'd sent ter after the fact, while justified, still felt too little, too te.

  Still, it definitely WAS justified. Because when none of her letters to Harry received a response in the first couple weeks of Summer, Hermione had gotten in contact with the Order of the Phoenix and found out that the Dursleys had actually been attacked and killed and Harry was missing, nothing but a smoldering hole in the ground left of his childhood home.

  Ever since, there hadn't been any information on what had happened to Harry. Now they were just three weeks out from the next year at Hogwarts and it was like everyone expected her to be able to focus on the upcoming school year rather than the status of her friend!

  It was enough to drive a girl insane, really. She just wanted-!

  The firepce suddenly bursts into green fmes and Arthur and Molly Weasley come stumbling out. Hermione's inner thoughts immediately stutter to a halt as both she and Ron turn towards them with wide eyes and hopeful expressions. In response, Ron's parents stiffen up like deer caught in headlights and Hermione's first instinct is to assume the worst.

  "He… he's not dead, is he?!"

  Her shrill voice causes Molly's face to soften in understanding and the Weasley Matriarch comes forward to pull Hermione into a hug.

  "Oh honey… no… no, Harry's not dead. In fact… i-it's good news, actually. He's been found. He's alive and at St. Mungo's now, recovering."

  Hermione blinks rapidly at hearing that, her heart soaring the more Molly speaks. Except… there's something in the older witch's voice, something that causes a shiver to run down Hermione's spine.

  "W-What aren't you saying? What happened?"

  Molly pulls away from her to share a look with Arthur, and then both of them look back at her as the Weasley Patriarch clears his throat.

  "Ah, well… you see, Harry is alright now… but he's been through a lot…

  -x-X-x-

  Harry Potter had the absolute worst luck. Or maybe the absolute worst protectors. Seriously, after Sirius died saving him from his own stupidity, the absolute st thing he'd wanted was to go back to the Dursleys. Dumbledore seemed convinced that it was the safest pce for him, but Harry simply didn't see it… and as it turned out, this had once again been a case where Dumbledore turned out to be dead wrong.

  Whatever protections Harry was supposed to have at the Dursley Home, whether it was refuge in obscurity or audacity or something more magical in nature… it didn't fucking work. Voldemort and his Death Eaters had come for Harry and now the Dursleys were dead and he was the prisoner of the Dark Lord.

  "Are you ready, Harry Potter? Ready to see just what fate I have in store for you?"

  Honestly, Harry didn't care that much about the Dursleys being dead. Good riddance to bad rubbish. But he'd be lying if he said he was all that happy to be kneeling on the floor of Malfoy Manor right now in magical chains with Voldemort and all his Death Eaters surrounding them.

  The snake-like bastard of a Dark Lord smirks down at him, while Harry gres up in response. Voldemort had already taken his Holly Wand and snapped it in half, so Harry wasn't expecting to get another chance to duel the bastard. Instead… well, all he could do was die defiant, he figured.

  "Just get it over with, you bastard. Kill me already!"

  There's some bristling from the Death Eaters at that, but Voldemort stops them from enacting violence for Harry's cheek by ughing in response.

  "Ahaha! I'm not going to kill you, Harry. Why would I do that… when I can have you join me instead?"

  Harry narrows his eyes at that. What? He was never going to join the Dark Lord. What the fuck was Voldemort even talking about?

  "I'll never join you!"

  "No? But you'll have nowhere else to turn Harry… when the rest of society shuns you. Greyback, step forward."

  He can only watch as one of the Death Eaters moves forward and removes his mask and hood. Harry's eyes narrow as he realizes he's looking at Fenrir Greyback, a werewolf criminal known for passing on the curse of lycanthropy to as many victims as he possibly can. Of course someone like him would serve Voldemort…

  "Bite him."

  It's just starting to dawn on Harry what Voldemort is pnning when the order comes out of the Dark Lord's lips. His eyes barely have time to widen before Fenrir is already on him, grabbing him and ripping his shirt half off before biting into the meat of his shoulder right then and there. Harry screams in pain, even as the Death Eaters all ugh and Voldemort watches on with a vicious smile.

  Finally, Fenrir pulls back and wipes his bloody mouth with the back of his hand before grinning wickedly.

  "Welcome to being a Dark Creature, boy."

  Except Harry doesn't hear him… because he's still convulsing. Fenrir's grin drops and he pulls back in confusion as Harry… Harry's body starts to twitch and turn right then and there.

  "What the… it's not even a Full Moon. What the hell is happening?!"

  Fenrir's confusion causes confusion among all the others as well. After all, Greyback was supposed to be the expert on werewolves. If HE wasn't sure what was going on, how were any of them supposed to know what was happening.

  Voldemort frowns, lifting up his wand and pointing it at Harry. He hesitates though… and that proves to be his fatal mistake.

  See, Harry Potter isn't just a wizard of no small amount of power. He's also a wizard who survived the lethal bite of a Basilisk when he was barely twelve. The way he survived that was through the healing tears of a Phoenix… however, the healing power of the Phoenix's tears did not actually out-power the killing power of the Basilisk Venom.

  Rather, both Basilisk Venom and Phoenix Tears had continued to course through Harry's body all these years, slowly repcing more and more of his blood with their particurly votile, yet paradoxically stable mixture. This had only increased Harry's magical power, while making him seem to all the world like he was a perfectly healthy young man.

  Werewolf Saliva, when introduced to human blood, turned that human into a werewolf whether they were human or not. But Werewolf Saliva when introduced to a mixture of Basilisk Venom and Phoenix Tears… well, that had never been done before. No one could say what would come of such a thing.

  … Until now.

  Voldemort's eyes widen as Harry suddenly roars. Without missing a beat, the Dark Lord silently shoots off a Killing Curse directly at the transforming werewolf form of the Boy-Who-Lived.

  However… it spshes off Harry's new hide like nothing. Some might say its Harry's second time no-selling the Killing Curse, but in truth, the first time was due to his mother's efforts and Voldemort's foolishness. This time is the first time, and indeed the first time in all of magical history, that the Killing Curse just… doesn't work on something.

  Seeing their Dark Lord cast, all of the Death Eaters pull out their wands and begin to do the same. And some are even smart enough to use spells that cause physical effects, like conjuring silver swords and spears to try and impale the Werewolf. However, not only is Harry magically immune in this form, but his regeneration is also at such high speeds that even silver barely harms him.

  Cws dripping with Basilisk Venom, Harry shes out at Voldemort before the Dark Lord can apparate away… and cuts his head clean off. In the process, even though nobody knows it yet, Harry's new form has just cut the ties to all of Voldemort's horcruxes as well, destroying them in an instant and fully killing Voldemort right on the spot.

  Everyone else in the room freezes in pce at this, feeling the connection to their Dark Marks actually vanish completely this time, unlike fifteen years ago. And that hesitation… is all Harry needs as he begins to sughter them en masse.

  -x-X-x-

  Narcissa Malfoy is the only one in the entirety of Malfoy Manor not actually in the room when Voldemort has Fenrir bite Harry. Why? For two reasons really. First and foremost, Narcissa has never actually BEEN a Death Eater. She does not even carry the Dark Mark. And so she wants to distance herself from what's going on down below, even if she knows her son has followed in her husband's footsteps and now bears the Dark Mark as well.

  Secondly, Narcissa was feeling… pent up. She had been for a while admittedly, and she knew she had to take care of it herself because Lucius hadn't touched her since she gave birth to Draco a decade and a half ago.

  And so, having soundproofed and spell-locked the bedroom, Narcissa Malfoy ys out on the bed, naked and moaning as she touches herself and pys with her own body. One hand rests on one of her full, pale breasts, fiddling with her nipple, while the other is down between her legs, toying with her slit.

  She's getting wetter and wetter by the second and has just started to push her fingers up inside of herself… when despite her spell-lock, the door to the bedroom is suddenly smashed open, ending her moment to herself in a splinter of wood and a sundering of the magic she'd cast to ensure her privacy.

  Narcissa shrieks, eyes wide, as the biggest, most hulking werewolf that she's ever seen moves into the room, sniffing and snarling. He doesn't look like any werewolf she's seen before, actually. Normally they were… almost dog-like creatures, with a bit more human in them than wolf. But this werewolf is different. His fur is much thicker and shaggier, he's much bigger in size, and his entire head is more wolf-like rather than some strange mixture of the two.

  A shiver runs down her spine as his eyes nd upon her and for a second Narcissa is sure that she's about to die. But then the werewolf takes in a deep breath, his nostrils fring… and his cock begins to distend from its sheath down below.

  Narcissa's eyes widen at the sight, as the scent of her arousal seems to awaken his sexual organs. They're bigger than any cock she's ever seen before too, and while she had been terrified, that terror is quickly repced by shock… and then the realization that she might just have a way to live after all.

  Biting her lower lip, the Malfoy Matriarch rises from the bed and turns over onto her hands and knees. Arching her back, she lifts her ass as high into the air as she can. And then she reaches down under herself and uses her fingers to spready her drooling wet pussy lips apart, exposing herself in her entirety.

  "P-Please…"

  BAM!

  A shriek leaves Narcissa's lips as the bed all but falls apart around her from the Werewolf's immense weight. For a moment she thinks he's about to eat her… but then she feels one set of his massive cws close around her waist, and the tapered tip of his massive cock against her slit.

  That's all the warning Narcissa gets before he thrusts into her, pounding away right then and there nonstop. The older witch squeals and moans and shudders as she's spitted upon the biggest cock of her life. He's huge and she fears he's going to break her in half… but in the end, all that winds up breaking is Narcissa's mind as he fucks her and fucks her.

  Indeed, it's not long before she's cumming all over the Werewolf's dick. Not long before she's crying out for more, begging him to fuck her harder. And not long before she's succumbing to the pleasure, letting herself drown in the ecstasy of the moment.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  It feels so good. So much better than anything Narcissa has ever experienced before. She's a MILF of a witch, a mother of one and even a wife, and yet… her sexual experiences up to this point of her life can be counted on one hand. She'd saved herself for marriage like a good pureblood girl, and then Lucius had only fucked her just enough to get her pregnant with Draco and never again.

  By comparison, this big fat werewolf cock stirring up her insides and pounding in and out of her pussy was absolutely divine. It was better than anything Lucius could have managed, that was for sure… and it was also better than anything Narcissa could manage with her hands or even her wand.

  Eyes rolling back in her skull, tongue lolling out of her mouth, Narcissa Malfoy squeals as she cums again and again all over that big, fat werewolf cock. She has no clue how long this is going to go on… but she certainly hopes it won't end any time soon. She'd much rather be some monster's fuck toy than ever go back to her previous life.

  This is where she belongs… broken and fucked silly upon a throbbing monster dick.

  -x-X-x-

  "This way, Harry~"

  "I'm right behind you, 'Mione."

  A shiver runs down Hermione Granger's spine at the dark, husky tone of Harry's voice. It's been eight months now since he was captured by Voldemort. Eight months since he'd been infected with Lycanthropy and become a werewolf.

  Except… Harry was like no other werewolf in the history of the Wizarding World. Nobody could quite expin what he was, but one thing was for sure… they were afraid of him. Thankfully, it was the kind of fear that made them avoid him and avert their eyes whenever in his presence, rather than the type of fear that made them target him with extreme prejudice.

  As a result, everything was… well, perhaps not perfect and perhaps not great, but also not terrible. In fact, Hermione would even go so far as to say things were actually quite good.

  Whatever Harry's new strain of lycanthropy was it came with several additional benefits. Chief among them was that Harry had control over the change. Meaning that not only could he change at will whenever he wanted, he could also choose NOT to transform when the Full Moon came along.

  However, even if Harry could remain in his human form when the Full Moon was out, it still had an effect on him. Certain behaviors and instincts were more infmed than usual for him still, and eventually he either had to fight or fuck it out.

  That was where Hermione came in… along with Harry's other woman. Together, having left Hogwarts behind and made their way deep enough into the Forbidden Forest, Hermione and Harry finally step out into a clearing. There, Narcissa Malfoy awaits them both.

  Technically, nobody but the three of them knows what Harry did to Narcissa the night he was infected and broke free to sughter the Dark Lord and all his Death Eaters. The official story was that Narcissa had been lucky enough to survive by being nowhere near the whole shitshow.

  As a result, Narcissa had inherited her husband's wealth and influence, becoming the widowed Lady Malfoy of House Malfoy and wielding her power like a scalpel. Nobody knew yet that she did so for her Alpha's benefit… nobody knew that Narcissa was just as infected as Harry by now.

  More than just infected, really…

  Hermione watches as Harry immediately moves to Narcissa as soon as they step into the clearing. She bites her lower lip and nibbles at it between her teeth as the two of them start to make out right there on the spot. She lets them be of course, not trying to stop it whatsoever.

  After all, Narcissa was technically Harry's first. Hermione had only found out after the fact some months ter when she'd grown suspicious of where Harry was going from time to time. It wasn't just on Full Moons that he would go visit Narcissa after all. Everyone else was pulling away from Harry for being 'dark' now, but Hermione… Hermione didn't care about any of that.

  Harry Potter was her first love. He was the boy who came to save her from a Cave Troll. He was the young man who fought a hundred dementors. He was… brilliant. And she would do anything to be with him, including giving up her humanity.

  But as she'd already mentioned, Narcissa had come first. Hermione bites down a little harder on her lower lip when Harry pulls away Narcissa's loose robes to reveal the body hidden underneath.

  First and foremost, the Lady Malfoy has been deaged quite a bit, to the point where she has to use magic to make herself look older instead of younger these days. Otherwise, she would look like she was in her early twenties, rather than her te thirties.

  More than that though, she's also very, very pregnant. A gravid belly distended with Harry's child (or children) hangs as Harry exposes her. Despite the power of the Full Moon infming his passions, he's incredibly gentle with Narcissa, slowly ying her down on the ground and tending to her needs quite… conservatively.

  He still fucks her of course, with Narcissa spreading her legs for him willingly. However, Harry doesn't penetrate her fully or as deeply as he could, and he definitely doesn't go as hard and fast as he could with her either. He's very cognizant of Narcissa's pregnant state, treating her like delicate gss even as he fucks her through a moaning climax.

  Once Harry has satisfied her though, Hermione knows it will be her turn. She's already undressed herself by the time he finishes with Narcissa, and as he rises to his feet, Hermione doesn't hesitate to kneel down before him, meeting his rock hard and twitching cock with an open mouth and an inviting tongue.

  "'Mione…"

  Harry's hands close in her brunette locks as he lets out a loose growl of need and desire. Hermione, meanwhile, kisses Harry's cockhead for a moment before giving it a long, nguid lick.

  "You don't have to hold back with me, Harry. You don't have to restrain yourself~"

  She ignores Narcissa's tired gre, knowing full well that the other woman recognizes Hermione is making a light dig at her current state. To be fair, if things continue as they have been, Hermione herself will soon be in the same situation. She'll get pregnant with Harry's child sooner or ter and wind up too far along for him to properly fuck.

  That's okay though. For now, she knows she comes in second pce, that Narcissa got lucky enough to be Harry's first… and she knows she needs every advantage she can get to make sure she's the one Harry thinks about first and foremost going forward.

  Hermione might have been one of Harry's first and greatest friends after all, but Narcissa has money and power. It's closer than Hermione would prefer. That's why… she happily opens wide and rexes her throat as Harry slides his cock along her tongue and into her mouth with a lust-filled growl. She doesn't resist even remotely as he starts face fucking her right there on the spot.

  "Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

  "Fuck, 'Mione!"

  Hermione gurgles in response as Harry snarls her name. She looks up at him, into his eyes… and takes everything he has to offer her. How does she do this? How can she handle such primal and bestial forcefulness? Well, it's rather obvious… she's infected too. Of course she is.

  Unlike Narcissa, Hermione is Harry's first willing convert. Narcissa had only learned to love their Alpha after he'd already taken her once in his beastly, furred form. After he'd infected her, after he'd bred her, she'd succumbed to his primal ferocity and welcomed submitting to him totally and utterly.

  Hermione though… Hermione had known exactly what she was getting into the entire time. She'd happily taken a leap of faith to become one of Harry's mates. She'd accepted his new strain of lycanthropy and joined him in becoming what the Ministry would bel a 'dark creature'.

  She didn't care what the Ministry called them. She didn't care what everyone else though. All she cared about… was Harry's happiness.

  Slobber, drool, and saliva dribble down Hermione's chin and onto her naked tits as Harry fucks her face right there in the middle of the forest clearing. She gurgles helplessly, happy to be of use to her Alpha while he leans over her up above, shoving her face all the way down into his crotch.

  "Gluuuuuuughk!"

  He can be as rough with her as he likes… and so he is, until finally Hermione feels his churning balls against her chin and the telltale pulsing of his throbbing mast in her mouth and throat. A moment ter and he starts to cum right then and there. Hermione does her best to swallow what she can, but of course it's quite a lot of seed delivered directly down her gullet.

  Much of it comes back up, exploding out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as Hermione sputters and gasps for air. When Harry pulls back, her lips wind up forming a few cum bubbles, even as she stares up at him, her chest heaving up and down.

  For a second, neither of them moves. Harry stills as he seems to be admiring her for a long moment, while Hermione remains still so that her Alpha can do his admiring. And then, it all ends in a fsh and she finds herself pushed onto her hands and knees in a bed of soft moss, facing Narcissa while Harry grabs her from behind.

  One hand goes to Hermione's hair and the other goes to her hip. His big fat cock, throbbing and spit-polished, presses against her slit even as his seed continues to drip from her face. Hermione gasps in anticipation and arches her back giddily, her head tossed back and her hips lifted upwards as high as she can get them.

  A moment ter and Harry is inside of her. And unlike with Narcissa, where he was soft, slow, and tender in fucking the heavily pregnant woman… he doesn't hold back for even a moment with Hermione. He goes from zero to one hundred in mere seconds, his cock smming home into her hungering twat and then pistoning in and out rapidly from that point onwards.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  The sound of flesh spping against flesh fills the forest clearing as Hermione throws her head back and howls up at the Full Moon. It comes out more like a squealing cry since she hasn't transformed and is still in her human form though. Nevertheless, it feels amazing. HE feels amazing.

  Harry's big fat cock fills up her tight, sopping insides again and again, stretching out her inner walls and bringing her to orgasm over and over. Eyes rolling back in her head, Hermione lets the pleasure of submitting to her Alpha wash over her and fill her with a true sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

  This was what she was to Harry now. A cum dump. Stress relief. A way to fuck his anger and irritation and frustration away. And she knew he was under a lot of pressure. In fact, she was starting to suspect he would leave Hogwarts behind… maybe even the British Isles behind.

  There were a lot more werewolf communities over in mainnd Europe. Lycanthropy in general wasn't necessarily 'accepted' anywhere, but it was a lot more tolerated over on the mainnd. Hermione couldn't help but think that they would be happier there then they were here, with everyone constantly treating Harry like he was going to snap at any moment.

  He'd killed the Dark Lord again. He'd sughtered the Death Eaters. But of course, some of those Death Eaters turned out to be influential individuals within the Ministry and the Wizengamot and Wizarding Society at rge.

  One day, maybe once Narcissa has given birth and is fit for travel, Hermione thinks that Harry should take them all and leave this pce behind. Either that… or take it over and just infect everyone important with his particur strain of lycanthropy, until they all have no choice but to accept their Alpha and his rule.

  But for now at least, it's just the three of them. A very pregnant Narcissa off to the side, touching herself and moaning softly as she watches. And Hermione Granger on her hands and knees, being railed from behind by Harry and his massive, fat cock.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  He feels so good inside of her. Hermione loses track of just how many times she cums on his cock. And when he finally cums as well, that's not the end of it either. He fills her up once with his seed, pumping a nice hot load into her womb… but then he keeps going. THEY keep going.

  It's the Full Moon, after all. There's so much time left in the night. So many more hours and Harry has so much pent up energy. Eventually, they'll both transform, taking on their wolfly visages so Harry can plow her like that too. He'll take her in every position imaginable, pounding away at her pussy and cumming inside of her over and over again.

  It feels amazing to be one of Harry's women. It feels amazing to submit to her Alpha. Hermione just wishes everyone else realized how much better it was under Harry's control. She wished they would all learn to submit like her and Narcissa had.

  But then she would have to share Harry even more than she already does, and that would be unfortunate. So for now at least, Hermione enjoys the small size of their pack… because she doubts it will stay just the three of them forever…

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