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When Harry woke up, he could not move a muscle. He was laying on the ground, another body pressing him tightly into the ground. His nose was filled with a wild scent of earth, wet and pungent, it almost smelled rotten, too sweet and lingering. He realized he did not smell the dirt he had his face buried into. The smell was coming from the body on his back, another being was using him as a bedding! He felt overwhelming pain, a throbbing sensation travelling through his veins and his backside felt like it was swallowed up in flames. He growled helplessly, his body not responding to his will to move. He could not see who was laying on top of him. What-what happened. He felt wrong in his core somehow. Something has changed, his world slightly tilted.
The body above him stirred, he made a point to hiss menacingly, which earned him a reaction from the offender. A hand grabbed his head turning it until Harry could focus on the person above him, his vision glazed. There was a mouth and sharp teeth in his vision. A voice dark and raspy ringed in his ears.
“Hello, Harry.”
Memories rushed to him but before he could react the bodyweight lifted from him, and piercing pain ran through his spine. The indescribable feeling of pain and fullness was as it turns out the other alpha pulling his softening length from Harry´s debauched hole. Harry could feel its hotness and then the rushing of fluids coming from him. The smell of blood and come hit him as he moved to get away. He collapsed almost instantly.
He was disoriented, his body heavy and limbs sore, foreign aching rising in his insides. Despite that he pushed himself slowly to all fours. He was abruptly scruffed by the neck, his front pulled upwards until he was faced with the other male. Tom´s face was flushed pink, his eyes blown wide in all-encompassing darkness. His smile rose into a toothy, pleased grin, his teeth still tinted red. He leaned in and buried his nose in Harry’s hair audibly inhaling.
“It worked.” He drawled approvingly. He looked at Harry again. His face lit up anew.
“I think it really worked.” He exclaimed loudly. His expression was pleased but menacing. He released Harry who slumped to the ground. There were tears welling in Harry's eyes. Did the alpha really succeed? There was no way. He itched to grab the skin on his neck where he could feel the burn of a fresh wound. It will not take. Alpha cannot mark another alpha. But he felt it. He could not put a finger on what changed. He was not an omega, but he felt no more like an alpha. The humiliation rising, he renewed his struggle to stand.
“I really did a number on you. You are completely helpless.” He heard the alpha chuckle, curling his hands around Harry possessively.
“Let me help you...omega.” Tom whispered close to his ear. He was then lifted and cradled into the alpha’s arms. He could not hold the pained mewl escaping him when the different angle revealed new aches and wounds. He could only look at Tom as he began to walk back to the camps, the ever-present scent of the other male lulling him into a state of numbness. It was not a pleasant scent. His inner self only screeched in defeat; he was broken. Harry closed his eyes. He was utterly broken.
…
A beam of light woke Harry from his sleep, he did not remember when he dozed off, but it could not be long because he was still been carried. They reached the end of the forest, he heard a cheer of voices, howls of excitement and laughter. He could not open his eyes, feeling nauseous with what could only be upcoming fever. He felt Tom slowed down as they approached the crowd. The sight of them will not stir as much attention at first if they mistake him for an omega. But it was bound to happen.
“Harry?” He heard a familiar voice. A voice of his godfather Sirius. He heard him approaching rapidly repeating his name.
“What´s wrong? What.” His voice was now softer as he came closer. Harry willed his eyes open, his vision blurry.
“What did you do to him?” His godfather´s voice was accusing. He felt the chest behind him tightened.
“I think you can guess.” Tom´s voice was calm.
He heard his godfather shuffle and sniff softly. There was a low growl following.
“You-You freak!” Sirius yelled. He pushed Tom who let Harry slip to the ground.
“What possessed you to do such a thing!” Sirius continued his voice kept rising.
Tom laughed darkly.
“All is allowed during a mating hunt. I hunted down Harry, so now he is mine.” Tom sneered spitefully.
Harry whined, making his presence finally known. Sirius rushed to him, wrapping his hands around him protectively, he caressed Harry's hair. He hissed as he touched Harry´s skin.
“Harry, you are burning up.” He spoke gently. After several moments he rose and spoke louder.
“He has a fever, what you have done to him is unnatural and his body is rejecting it. I need to get him to the healers.
“No, my men will take him. Spoke Tom somewhere behind them. Sirius snarled, a sound of a deadly warning.
“You should be punished for what you did. You will not come near him. I will personally put you to death for this.“ Sirius barked.
“Sirius, you will not.” Harry recognized the voice of the head of the Malfoy clan.
“Lucius, this man is an abomination. We cannot let this slide.”
“Sirius, you know the rules of the hunt. You must leave Harry to his mate.” Lucius spoke flatly.
“Harry is an alpha. He cannot be mated to another alpha.” Harry felt Sirius tightening his grip on Harry’s frame. Harry wanted to say something, but his world was spinning. His vision swam with black dots, his head was being stabbed by the sounds.
“Sirius, release the boy. If you do not want the clans´ fury on yourself. “Lucius whisper yelled.
“No.” Sirius jerked Harry upward, taking him away. A new set of hands grabbed at Harry. More men rushed to separate Sirius from him. All he could hear was his godfather´s angry voice, the snapping of jaws and howls of rage as he was carried away. His vision went dark.
…
Harry came back to himself much slower this time; he was no longer laying on the ground. As he moved his handbrushed against furs and felts, the bedding of his people. He heard muffled noises nearby, he willed himself to stay still so as to appear to be still sleeping. He listened to voices, one clearly Tom´s and one of an older female.
“You deeply displeased the clan head with your decision, Tom. As the next in line, you should have picked a suitable mate.”
“I found him very suitable.” Tom´s voice was icy cold.
“You should have brought an omega! What you brought will only bring you shame, you may never sire an offspring.”
“You yourself told me it was possible.”
“Tom, I’ve always known you were a curious man, wickedly curious but this has crossed a line. You picked a strong alpha; his body is rejecting the claim. He will probably die before the change could settle.” The female signed mournfully.
“I need to turn him, you said it was possible.” The alpha´s voice became sharper.
“I said I heard stories.” There was a pause, a shuffling sound and high-pitched squeak.
“You need to help me, head healer. If he dies, I will not look for another mate.” Tom almost snarled the last sentence. The female keened weakly, the sound of a distressed omega trying to appease the situation.
There was a long silence.
“Perhaps, the body needs more exposure. You may need to repeat the claim.”
Tom laughed. Harry shivered as he felt eyes on him. He could not focus on what was said next as Tom crept closer, his scent already invading Harry's senses. It rose in excitement as he spoke to Harry.
“I can’t be helped, if my omega needs little more of a push.” He purred darkly.
Harry finally moved, his body slow but responding to the plea to get away, he turned to get away from the furs. He looked for an entrance seeing as the woman left the tent in hurry. He did not get far as Tom leaped for him. He was caged by Tom, a hand pressed between Harry’s shoulder blades, pushing him down.
“Where do you think you are going.” He whispered, his voice vibrating through Harry's body.
“Get off me.” Harry rasped; his mouth dry. The hand pressed harder a weight put behind it, his arms gave out and his face met the furs.
“You heard what the healer said. So be a good omega.” Tom leaned in; their bodies pressed back to the chest.
“Present for me.”
Harry growled but the sound was weak and quiet. Tom held him down, sliding his hand across Harry's back, his touch scolding on Harry’s skin. Harry clawed at the furs pushing himself up and against the other body to be able to move. It had the opposite effect, Tom answering him with more force. He grinded on him purposefully, pressing what Harry knew was a hardening cock to his backside.
“You cannot do this. Get off of me!” Harry wheezed a panic surging through him.
Tom chuckled. “You are mine, Harry, I have claimed you as my mate and I will claim you as many times as needed until your body yields to me.” The hand on Harry’s neck squeezed wrapping around his throat until Harry could barely breathe. The other hand moved to grab his hips. A barrier of clothes between them vanished suddenly and Harry felt skin pressing against him. The hand on his hip moved caressing his backside, it pushed between his legs parting them forcefully. Harry’s vision swam as he tried to draw a breath.
The finger pushed into his hole and raw pain surged through his body. He jerked and struggled harder to get away. A hand on his throat released slightly. He coughed. He still could not move, tears welling up in his eyes.
“I am not a monster, Harry. During the run I was guided by the flames of the rut. I hurt you...” Tom's voice is almost solemn. “And I will hurt you again. But once your body accepts its new role it will welcome me properly. Now however, you must bear with me.”
A finger pushed and moved further inside him. Harry howled in agony. His muscles spasmed forcing the intruding digit out but Tom pushed and pushed agonizingly slowly. He keened painfully biting his hand to get his mind off the pain. Tom was set on showing his dominance, adding more fingers with every few thrusts. Harry's body could not accommodate or even comprehend what it was forced to do. The pain intensified until Harry´s vision became blurry. The ache dulled slowly only after he tired himself completely and slumped numbly to the furs. Tom breathed out with finality as he ran his other hand across Harry's back.
Tom readjusted his position and then length pressed against his hole, Harry whined pitifully unable to do anything to protect himself. It went in agonizingly slowly. The air around them filled up with a tangy scent of blood. The stretch was somehow even worse, Harry felt so full all the air escaping his lungs.
As Tom breeched him to the hilt he stopped and did not move, only pressing deeply into Harry´s core. The feeling made Harry quiver. Tom lay on top of him blanketing him. As he moved, he grabbed the flesh of Harry's nape with his teeth. Harry shivered from the sensation, he did not want him to bite, to lose the ability to move again.
“Please, don’t please. “He rasped. Tom only grunted but released his neck, changing their angle to slide even deeper. Harry could not escape the sounds that escaped him, he felt disoriented, on the verge of losing consciences again.
Tom´s thrusts picked up on intensity and before Harry could plead to stop him, he felt himself being filled by the hot release. As his muscles squeezed his neck was bitten. The pain, sharp and hot, ran through his body as Tom´s canines marked him again. The mark was so deep he felt his hand numbing as if the alpha tore the flesh off.
...
The next morning, Harry was strapped to a horse, a familiar presence on his back. The ride was agonizing to his wounded body, but the fever went finally down. He did not get to say goodbye to his clan, neither to his godfather nor Ron or Hermione. He was now a part of a new clan stripped of the say on the matter.
It took several days for them to get to the village; Tom fucked Harry every night. His neck pulsed hotly from the overlapping bite marks never even fully healing before there was a new one added. He did not fight Tom much, his body getting used to the abuse and pain, he presumed. His body was, however, stubborn for he could still smell his alphan scent. It was not his smell entirely; it was a broken smell. Smell of neither alpha nor omega. The change did not come. He did not go into a heat. He did not slick at all, and the claiming bite did not take.
However, Tom did not relent. As they settled in the village, Harry was clothed in a typical omegan tunic even if it fitted him ill. His body was long and lanky. His hair was braided, put up in an intricate crown on top of his head, as the mated omegas of his people wore it. He was given a silver collar and shawl to cover his hair when he went outside as was customary for a mate of the chief alpha.
The too small tunic could not cover his scars. He was aware of the stares. He was covered in them, overlapping bumpy slowly turning in points of silver. As if to compensate for the one mark that should suffice. His mating bite would signify to everyone that he was claimed. Tom has bitten him all over his shoulders, arms and even legs. They glinted in the sun, pink and fresh but the one that mattered was covered, stubbornly red and throbbing.
Tom spent most of the time scenting Harry to mask the stench that clung to his stubbornly unchanging alpha body. Keeping him locked in their tent. Only the healer and elder omegas came to see him, caring for his wounds, always having pity in their eyes.
As time went Harry barely answered to Tom, enraging the alpha. Nothing could be done, Harry wanting only one thing.
“You can see them after your first heat.”
“And when that never comes? Tom´s brows furrowed. “Then, you will never see them again.”
...
That night, Tom came and laid next to Harry, his arm wrapping possessively around Harry’s waist. Harry grumbled quietly. It became their only means of communication. Besides, hateful stares from Harry. Tom never reacted. Tom's hand slid down his side wrapping around Harry´s cock, he squirmed to get away. The alpha squeezed tighter. Harry mewled disapprovingly, curling his body clawing at the hand. Tom signed.
“I have everything in this world. Why can I have you.”
“Maybe, this is your punishment from the gods for being so greedy."
Tom was silent for a moment.
“But why are you being punished?”
Tom stood up walking to the other side of the tent. Harry signed. He turned to face the returning alpha. Tom held a bottle in his hand, putting it to the ground in front of his feet. It became something he started to do when they returned to the village. An oil to ease the way.
Tom stood before him; his expression unreadable as the command slid between his teeth.
“Suck.” Harry did not move, only staring at Tom ignoring the growing length. Tom never forced him to do that.
“Fuck off.” He hissed. Tom flinched. He grabbed Harry’s head, pressing it to the offending length. Harry huffed but did not move much, worrying about what the alpha might do next.
“As my omega you should be eager to please me.”
“Maybe, I am not your omega.”
Tom growled, forcing a finger in Harry’s mouth grabbing his chin to make it open wider. Harry closed his eyes, so he only felt the alpha’s cock pushing past his lips. The thing was too big for him to even breathe. Both hands landed on his head pushing him further until the thing was pressing against the back of his throat. He shot his eyes open, tears prickling in his eyes. He pushed to get away.
“My omega will take me. You will take me.”
Tom did not come in his mouth opting to fuck Harry repeatedly until he was limb in his hold. It was too much.
As Harry felt his hole being flooded by the hot seed, their bodies pressed tightly, Tom marked him again, teeth tearing the skin, iron smell of blood entering the air. Harry thought as the blood ran down his back that Tom finally ripped the offending flesh from Harry´s neck, and Harry was crippled and finally useless. But then, the tongue licked at his wound, soft and warm against the skin. Harry panted, crying uselessly.
“Be mine, please be mine.” He heard him say. Over and over. The shudder went up his spine, foreign relief came to caress Harry’s mind.
...
Harry went into his first heat the next night. His body opening up, he felt a new ache blossom in his core. He could smell his sweetness, the scent he was looking for during every rut since he presented. Now the room was full of it. He felt shiverish as he buried himself into the soft skins, there were not enough of them all of the sudden. He dragged them closer to himself, even if he felt his skin glistening with sweat. His mind screamed at him to stay in the safe comfort of the furs.
Getting used to his scent did not take long, now Harry was keenly aware of the other smell. The smell of an alpha. Tom laid in these furs, every night with Harry. Every night he scented Harry's every inch. So, where was he now? Harry for the first time wanted to be scented by the alpha. He wanted him to touch him. He wanted nothing more.
As the time past He began to yip and keen pitifully, his voice strangely high in pitch. He called for his alpha; he needed him.
…
As Tom approached the tent, he knew something was different, the smell hit him, the sweet, sweet smell of his omega. But it was different; it was like the scent he dreamed of in his sleep. He breathed lungfuls of the aroma, sparks ignited through his spine. Could it be? He was led to their sleeping area, the mountain of furs was unmoving, but for small sounds escaping through the thick material. Sweet, lovely keens that pulled him closer. Was this a dream? As he dips into the bedding the mountain in the middle jerked and revealed the most breathtaking of sights. Harry, his Harry, was finally coming to heat. It worked, after all this time. Tom´s mouth watered at the sight. Harry´s dark hair slipped from the braids and framed his pink blushed face. His eyes were black blown, pupils trained on him like this was the first time they´ve met.
This is how it was supposed to be. Tom finding Harry during the hunt, panting wetly, and smelling so sweet ready to be taken by his alpha. Tom did lie to himself when he said he would wait patiently. The time until now was the most torturous he´s ever experienced. His omega did not want him, refused him, hissed at him. Smelt sweetly but rotten. Never welcoming his alpha. But now it all went away as he watched Harry squirming closer, itching for his touch, Tom went down to his knees to meet his sweet omega. Soon they will be true mates.
He let the other male touch him gently, scenting him ,burying into the crook of Tom´s shoulder. His skin was burning, he whimpered as he pressed against Tom full bodily. Softly clicking, beaconing Tom to take him. It was all too much and not enough. He lay Harry down, marveling at the exposed flesh, now glistening and flushed. Traced the soft ridges of his many marks, it was too much, he cursed himself for wounding his omega. He licked his nape, the damped skin of his glands, listening for the soft purring of the omega. He licked and nibbled the skin further down, taking one of the nipples in his mouth, listening for the small sounds of pleasure. Harry would not let him do this before, but he was finally his. Mine, mine, his inner alpha howled joyfully.
He sucked at the standing cock of his beloved, tasting the liquid already oozing from it. His little mate needs him already so much. His hands travelled down the soft skin of the thighs. He moved them further apart, enjoying the lack of resistance in his mate. He licked a long stripe up the length of Harry´s cock as he pressed a finger to the waiting hole. Harry was already slicking, the wetness coating his fingers and dripping from the hole. Tom licked the finger hungrily, tasting the most divine of tastes. There will be times when Tom will spend hours licking Harry just to satiate his hunger but for now, he needs to be inside the omega.
He got rid himself of his clothes quickly, his cock already painfully hard. He lined himself with the hungry hole and pushed with a long sinuous push, watching his mate coming undone. Harry immediately arched his back wrapping himself closely around his alpha. Long pleasurable sounds escaped him in tandem with Tom´s thrusts. Tom gently placed his mouth against Harry´s throat, kissing the scarred skin. For the last time, it will finally take, Tom was certain of it. He grabbed the flesh between his teeth, not biting yet. Harry whined, exposing his neck further. It was perfect. His Harry was perfect. When he spilled himself, he forced his teeth to break the skin, his mouth filling up with the sweet taste of blood. He felt his mate come as the walls around him clenched and massage him for all he's got. He did not knot Harry this time, there will be time for that. He felt finally satisfied, completed. His vision swam. They laid next to each other, back to chest. He purred contently and his soft sound was answered as Harry purred, nuzzling into him.
Mine, finally mine.