AN: this is more Hermione x Fenrir, but Draco is certainly involved.
Ever since the Blood Moon Pack attacked them, Fenrir had been incredibly overprotective. Even more so than normal, which was really saying something because werewolf mates were already known for their instinctually possessive nature.
She was fine though! The fight was over and she barely got hurt. She had been in complete control of the situation the entire time. Perhaps, it was starting to get out of hand, but the invaders were going after the pups. As Luna, it was her duty to protect them… Okay, so it got a little hairy – or furry, as one might say – for a moment there, but one of the lower ranking Omegas showed up right when it was needed and shut down the situation.
It was less of a surprise to Hermione than it was to the pack and their Alpha. She knew he was capable of so much more than he was given credit for. The only reason he was in the position he was in, was because Fenrir didn’t trust him. With her.
Despite their history, despite his ranking, despite everything, he saved her. He rescued her, protected her, and brought her to Fenrir as soon as the fight ended.
Since then, her brute of a mate barely let her out of his sight. If he couldn't be by her side, she was to be in the tent, alone. He hardly allowed anyone to interact with her; she sat on his lap during meals and he growled if anyone tried talking to her. It had been a week of this nonsense and he had yet to relent.
It came, therefore, as a rather assisting turn of events when Fenrir led Draco into their tent. He left the young Omega in the middle of the space to approach her. The blonde stood there awkwardly, eyes shifting between his Alpha and his Luna, obviously as confused as Hermione when the large man swiped the delicate robe from her shoulders.
“Fenrir!” She tried to cover her chest as the material fell to the floor, but her arms were pulled back behind her in a way that pushed her breasts out more. Every wolf in the community had seen each other naked at one point or another - it was unavoidable when they all transitioned together - but she had never been on display for anyone other than her mate.
“The pup wants a taste of ya. I’ve sensed his desire, felt his lust. It consumes him anytime you’re near.” His free hand tweaked one of her nipples, causing her to squeal in protest. “Think you’ll like that, my sweet?”
Her head whipped around, eyes wide in bewilderment, as she tried to face the one holding her from behind. “You want to share me with another man?” This was such a foreign idea, Hermione wasn’t sure that she had understood him at first.
“No,” he snapped viciously. “I am rewarding the pup for his service to our pack and my family, and treating you to something special. But be warned…” His hand clasped around her neck firmly – not enough to hurt or even instil true fear, only enough to capture her full attention and impose upon her the seriousness of his statement. “I will be punishing you after for enjoying it...” He trailed several kisses along her shoulder and up her neck until she felt the warmth of his breath on her ear. “... So you don’t forget that you belong to me.”
She shivered at his words. His possessiveness had been unbearable in the beginning, but she’d have been lying if she ever said it wasn’t completely arousing now. He owned her, and she loved it. Besides, she had nearly as much power in the relationship, if not more. He would do anything for her, to keep her safe, to make her happy. He might have the final say, but his decisions revolved around her.
“But he won’t be fucking you, girlie. Only I take that pleasure.” Hermione was fine with that. She didn’t like the idea of sleeping with another man. She wasn’t even sure how she felt about what was about to happen; whatever that was, which she didn't exactly know. This was so unusual and happening too quickly for even the brilliant witch to process. “He may use his hands and tongue only.”
Fenrir snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground by her feet. Within a second, Draco was kneeling, his nose tickling her belly. She could feel his heavy breathing across her skin, it sent shivers up her spine and a warmth between her legs. That’s when she realised what he had already worked out for himself. “Wait. His reward is that he gets to eat me out? How is that a reward for him?”
“You clearly have never had the pleasure of tasting yourself.”
“Only every time you shove your fingers down my throat,” she mumbled.
“Yeah, so you get it, then,” he laughed and kissed her cheek playfully. “There’s a reason I call you ‘my sweet’.”
Her legs clenched together at the thought. Fenrir devoured her any chance he got, to the point that she completely gave up wearing any undergarments as they only got ripped off. She had never been the type to wear skirts, but pants only ended up in tatters as well, so they had to go if she didn’t want to keep buying more. “Go on, Pup. Get her ready for me.”
Draco looked up to Hermione nervously, needing to obey his Alpha while still respecting her wishes. She knew there was no room to argue with her mate, not that she really wanted to now. This was a strange situation to be sure, but she wasn’t foolish enough to shy away from such an opportunity. While she and Draco would never have made it as a couple, there was no denying his incredible physical appeal. She had always found him attractive, personality aside. Even in school, she thought he was beautiful. Fair skinned with sharp, well-defined features. Very much the opposite of her. He dressed impeccably for his slender frame and it was very becoming. Now, he was truly breathtaking. Still paler than the other sun-tanned wolves, Draco stood out with his platinum hair and light grey eyes. He often walked around shirtless and in loose fitted cloth pants, and by Merlin. . . was he fit. Most wolves were stocky, usually tall with broad shoulders and bulging muscles. Draco was somehow slightly taller than the rest with the same broad shoulders, but he was lean, with every muscle fibre on display.
They locked eyes and she nodded her approval, comforted by the fact that he respected her enough to wait for her permission before touching her. It had been a few years since the war and now that they were in a similar situation, having been turned during the final battle, the old animosity between them died. They lived together in the community, though hardly interacted with each other, and Hermione was confident he was told to keep his distance after she had been claimed.
He started by kissing the inside of her thigh, rather hesitantly for a self-assured fuckboy. Nipping and licking with gaining confidence, he worked his way slowly until his tongue dipped into the crease between her leg and pubic mound. She felt the soft, wet tip caress the peaks of her lower lips, his nose brushing past her clit. And right before she expected him to finally get to the good stuff, her prat of a mate spoke up. “You’re not making love to her, Pup. Get to it.” A second later, the flat of his rough tongue lapped forcefully against her nub.
Normally, when being eaten out, Hermione wanted a slower introduction than a man diving right in for it, but that was Alpha’s ruling. She was also incredibly horny by this point, so it didn’t matter much. For the next several minutes, he knelt at her feet and plunged his tongue so deep within her that she thought he was actually fucking her.
Her hands latched onto his hair as soon as Fenrir released her, and she encouraged him to continue. She loved her mate, but there was no denying Draco’s ability to pleasure her. It was unbelievable what he was capable of achieving with only his tongue.
There was movement behind Hermione, but she was too distracted to process what was happening and she completely missed whatever Fenrir had commanded because of her heavy panting. Suddenly, she was ripped away from the ecstacy and dragged back several steps. His large hands guided her to his lap, where he slowly lowered her down and around his meat tank of a cock.
No matter how many times he shagged her, she was never quite prepared for how large he was, and he seemed to share in the opinion. “Fuuuck, Kitten, how are you still so tight for me?” Something about the name ‘Kitten’ made her squirm. As if he needed to establish his dominance any more, the term was utterly humiliating for a wolf. This, of course, would have been insulting in any other context. In the tent, however, Hermione’s dripping twat thought otherwise.
“Boy,” the deep voice called out, “come!” He snapped his fingers once more and pointed to the spot between his feet.
They watched as Draco crawled forward until he was between her knees and Hermione gasped. “You want him to continue?” This excited her greatly. Her body shivered with anticipation and her inner walls fluttered at the thought of his tongue on her again.
“That’s right.” Fenrir might not have liked that someone was pleasuring his woman other than himself, but there was no denying how turned on he was by it all. His dick was hard and she felt it twitching inside her as he spoke. “You’re gonna sit on me, and he’s going to keep his mouth on that sensitive little bud of yours.”
He lifted her arms up and wrapped them back around his head where she could dig her hands into his hair. She knew he liked when her breasts were sticking out, but she also suspected that he didn't want her touching the attractive man in front of them. A man who’s gaze was fixed on the spot where Fenrir and Hermione were joined. She looked down and felt herself clench and gush at the sight. It was so arousing, seeing how he split her in half and filled her so wonderfully.
The pup’s face, however, appeared torn. His arousal was obvious, but she noticed confusion and perhaps trepidation as well. When looking down again, she noted how little space there was between the spot he was told to focus his attention and the male organ penetrating below.
“Draco,” she whispered seductively, calling him to her. Fenrir wasn’t moving within her. Despite how much he stretched her, she needed more. “Please, Draco.” Her words came out in a lustful whining and the younger man wasted no time before embedding himself between her legs. Any reluctance he might have had disappeared in an instant. “Fuck, Draco, yes! Yes!” Fenrir started moving ever so slightly while the other pawed at her thighs and opened her up to both men. He delicately took her swollen clit between his teeth and his tongue, and sucked. “Oh, Draco!”
There was a sharp smack to one of her breasts, causing her to hiss from the sudden pain. It probably wasn’t wise to moan another man’s name while her mate was buried deep within her, but she was hardly at fault. He brought this upon them by inviting said man into their tent and offering her up to him. It was on him for choosing a man with ethereal looks and the tongue of the devil to worship her body.
And did he ever! Draco was unrelenting, finding every sweet spot her body had to offer without even leaving his assigned area. Whatever he was doing caused multiple sensations to rush across the entirety of her and she felt weak in her mate’s arms.
Fenrir lifted her slightly so he had room to thrust up into her. He held her in place as he and Draco continued to work in tandem.
“That's right. Come for me. Come all over my cock and his tongue. Let him taste you.” As was his way during her first orgasm, Fenrir never let up. “Move, Pup. I need you out of the way when I pound into her cunt.”
Draco pulled back, giving the couple space. Fenrir didn't stand yet, however. He took hold off her hips and moved her up and down on him like a flexible sex toy built solely for his pleasure.
“Touch yourself, Draco.” She stared at him ravenously. He was a fine specimen and she needed to see all of him. “I want to watch you stroking your cock while thinking about me.”
“I’d wager he always thinks of you while touching himself.”
Draco whimpered, embarrassed by the mocking, but he stood, dropped his trousers and began tugging on his dick nonetheless. His Luna commanded something of him and he was programmed to obey. That, and he was fucking horny. Their Alpha had been right, Hermione tasted divine, and she looked even better bouncing on a cock.
She knew it was risky, but she took a chance that, just maybe, Fenrir was feeling generous today. “I want to taste him,” she declared. He growled and began thrusting into her harder, punishing her for the offensive suggestion. “Please,” she gasped from the painful assault. “He’s been - ah! - such a good boy - oh! - I want to - holy shit! Mmmm - I want to give him a reward.”
“That was his reward, Mate. Tasting a bit of the goods he saved.”
“I want to give him more. Look at him, Fen. Look at his cock. He needs me,” she said, referring to the cock standing painfully erect. “Think about how hard I'll come on you if I'm choking on his co-” He interrupted her by shoving her head down and around the aforementioned appendage.
A strangled ‘fuuuck’ was pulled from the blonde as his dick slipped into the depths of her throat. His hands tangled in her knots as he tried to restrain himself. It was no use though. Draco had never been so hard in his entire life and the woman of his dreams was currently gagging on him.
Fenrir stood up, making Hermione bend over more and hold onto Draco’s sides for support. It was always awkward when he wanted to fuck her while standing, but he was strong enough to hold her in place like a doll even without something for her to lean on. “You better drink every drop, bitch. I don’t want to see any reminder of another man’s spunk on you.” He had her lifted up by the hips, her toes barely touching the ground. The only reason she wasn’t flopping around was from being skewered on both sides.
If Draco had been trying to remain respectful before, that was out of the question now. He had no will-power to hold himself back from fucking her face like he had thought about since their 5th year at school. Best part was, she was absolutely loving it. He could hear the grunts and the gagging, but he also heard the deep, satisfied moans.
She had been right. It was a huge orgasm. Huge. He felt her throat constricting around him as she screamed.
Watching her getting taken from behind while feeling her hot mouth around him was ultimately too much. Draco came with a violent explosion into her mouth. He almost staggered away involuntarily, but remained firm so that Hermione could steady herself on him while Fenrir continued to slam into her.
“Tell the pup to never touch you again,” he taunted. “Tell him who you belong to.”
“I’m Fenrir’s,” she forced out between pants. “You can’t touch me like that again, Draco.”
A claw wrapped around her jaw and she was yanked upright. She felt hot breath on her neck as she was pulled back into her mate’s chest. “Tell him you’re mine.”
“He knows, love. Please,” she begged. “Please, I can’t take anymore.”
“You will take however much I decide to give you.” He increased his thrusting and his thumb found her clit, but it only pushed down and did nothing to encourage her last release. “Tell me you're mine, little one, and I'll let you come. Only then will I paint your womb white with my seed.”
“You know I am, Alpha! Stop teasing me!”
He loved when she called him Alpha. It was rare, but it worked every time. Fenrir came suddenly with a monstrous growl.
The tent was silent, aside from the heavy breathing. After several minutes, Fenrir was the first to speak. “Get out, pup.”
As soon as the Omega left the couple alone, Fenrir’s expression softened. He picked up his beloved and placed her gently in their bed where he curled up behind her, kissing her until she drifted off to sleep.