DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux

A.n. We reached the end. The story had a lot to give, but for now this is it- I tied several loose ends. I like the overall theme, and will probably expand it in another universe.

It will be followed by another Voldemort. A time travel, the name is Voldemort's Daughter. A romance Drama.

The Blue Princess

Fenrir just wanted his wife. They were crazies everywhere who wanted to either kill or steal her from him. One day Volkar, his cousin from his mother's side, the Prussian prince would be welcome to help him protect her. Between her father's enemies and the ones just wanting her, it was too much for one wolf.

He wondered how could he be jealous? He who had been the she-wolves favorite. Never mind his days as a student in Oxford when the only way he could stop hurting was by pleasure. What if his wife should find out.

What if, Plato his inner wolf answered. You were told time and time again, but you refused to listen. Going around heedlessly, and one day it catches up with you.

Maybe that was the reason behind his jealousy, he needed to back a little.

They were back at his suite. She was cold as ice. "I am going to get ready for bed, don't get any ideas, I am going to sleep." She went to get ready and came out in a Muggle get up. Not a wedding night sweet nothing, but an ugly baggy trousers, and a boxy tunic like, made out a thick fabric.

"Are you planning an outing into the forest?"

"Why."

"Because of that." He pointed at her clothes.

"These are my PJs."

"What is a pj?"

"This, good night."

She went to their bed and chose the farthest to one side as possible.

He smiled a wicked smile. He was going to romance his wife, he went to a small commode and pulled a small box and a larger one.

He wore nothing but low hung trousers. He approached the bed and jumped in one fluid movement right next to her. He pulled several pillows behind his head. And sat as close to her as possible.

She harrumphed and pretended to be asleep.

He grinned and opened a box of chocolates with all the fillings she liked. A few filled with melted semiliquid chocolate. He took one, put it on his mouth, chewed it made a sound of pleasure. He could hear her sniffing softly. He had to stop a chuckle.

Two yips later and zip and zap appeared. They had finally woken up.

"My babies," she sat on the bed, and the small dogs jumped all over her.

Fenrir said nothing, he just watched while he picked up another piece, bit the top, and let the filling drip on his tongue, strawberry liqueur.

He licked the drops fallen on his lips, chewed, swallowed, and picked up a book he was reading, "The old myths of ..." she tried to read the title of the thick tome he was reading while eating chocolates, alone. How rude he hadn't even offered one.

She coughed, once, twice, he answered, "Yes?"

"You are rude, didn't offer me a piece."

"You had gone to sleep."

"I wasn't sleep yet." She pouted, the smell of rich chocolate was too tempting, but not as much as Fenrir. She had never seen him so undressed. Her eyes drifted down. Ha, he didn't want her, so much for a wedding night. She was the one who had said they should go sleep, but who remembered that?

Fenrir had known he would have to feign indifference, and had cast a concealment charm from the waist down.

Fenrir was ready, "Here, open up." As soon as her lips open he chewed the top of a champagne filled truffle, and placed the opened chocolate in her mouth along with his finger. In a second he was sitting on his calves, feeding her chocolate.

She followed the lead and sucked his finger. He moved his finger out, and replaced it with his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

She opened her eyes and noticed his skin was turning blue. She had never seen such male beauty until she saw Fenrir, the blue skin made him look even better.

"Wait," she said. He didn't want to stop kissing her afraid he would say something stupid.

She moved her hand, and her sleeping garment dissapeared. Under the sweats, she wore his idea of a wedding night garment, a short silk chemise. He grinned and reached for the other box.

It was too big for a ring. "Later," she said, "who is to say who or what will come next. I want to have an uninterrupted time with you. They will be letting theirselves in whenever they feel like it."

"It will take but a second," he took a shining something out the box.

She saw what it was and said, "Wow."

He went on his knees and placed on her head. She ran to the mirror.

He stood behind her. "My Queen, Father hadn't told you, but you are a queen. He will not marry again, although I suspect he is planning to be your father's second. Your mother is one of the last of our lines, and her pups are expected. Judging by all the females in your family, I would say the chances of more is probable. So you are and will be the highest. This is a princess crown for now, my princess."

She sighed, "You are so romantic." She looked at herself, "It is so pretty," she admired the half circlet she wore as a headband.

He put his hand on her shoulders, he wanted to bend her right there, but wanted to make it right.

"Even better without," he lowered the straps of her chemise, "On second thought," with a sharp claw, he sliced the chemise open and the straps.

She stood with her back to him, her naked reflection on the mirror.

His hands covered her breasts. In the mirror she could see his semi closed eyes, looking at her. He turned her around and fell on his knees. Kneeling, he was almost as tall as her.

"My love, I love you, I have for a while. Nobody is your equal, will you grant me your body, I want you to allow me to show you how much I care with my lips, my hands, my body; let me love you."

"Do it my prince, but I want the same. I just want to know why you don't want me." She looked down and saw that she was wrong.

His trousers were gone, he wanted her.

"Not here, in the bed."

"No, hold on."

She looked around, they weren't in the room. She could hear water.

"I built it when I was very young. It is under the gardens, natural caves, with vents along the top. They won't find us for hours. Sebus got it ready for us, he told me that earlier."

It looked like an Arabian night's place, they fell on the pillows, they were all over the place. They heard the yips and smiled, almost alone.

His hand traced her body, all the witches and she-wolves before her ceased to exist. He wanted to chase her, "I bet you that I run faster than you."

"Ah? Why are...just kiss me." Her Prince was a little soft in the head. Besides, she ran faster than the boys.

"Later, I am faster."

"I doubt it."

"Just to get this over with," she looked, there was a clean stretch. "I will race you, and then you will concentrate."

With those words she pushed him, stood up, and started running on the soft moss.

Fenrir admired her naked back, he bum beckoning him, the slender legs ending where he wanted to be. The air heavy with the scent of her arousal, her long hair down her back, called him.

He stood and ran after her. She was fast, he could hear her laughter. Fast but no match for him. In a couple of seconds she was in front of him, he let her think she was winning, enjoying the view. Right before she reached the end, he pounced on her.

She squirmed trying to get away. By this time lust was controlling him. The wolf had caught his mate. Her body rubbed against his, their breathing and moans were the only sounds around them. He open her thighs with a leg, his hand lowered to her mound. She kept it very short.

His hand trembled as it lowered. She was wet and warm. He was touching her sex, it was a dream, she was still, waiting, "Love, do you want me?"

She nodded, "I don't hear." He licked her back, shoulders, neck, moving his hips. He slid a finger along her front as he positioned his cock right outside her where his finger slid inside her warm sheath. He couldn't wait, the instinct was controlling him. He wasn't just a wolf, he was a human.

"Don't think, don't, please." She begged.

He moved his hand, and they were back on the pillows. He turned her around. He lay down, picked her up as if she was a feather. She smiled and straddled him.

He tried to smile, she saw his fangs. "I want you so much, cannot wait, sorry." He moved her above him. His eyes on hers.

He nearly asked, had she tried this before? Right before she moved right above him. He stopped on time. "Kiss me," he bent to catch her mouth, his hands caressing her bum, moving down.

Neither was sure how it happened. He was thrusting slowly, feeling her tight wet sheath fluttering around his cock, his body writhing with pleasure, "my love, my love, " he moved expertly caressing her sex with his hand and his sex.

The pleasure exceeded the pain. Both looked liked their people did before taking the human form. His blue princess, his love. He felt whole and new.

The pain of seeing all the dead eased. The ones that waited for their offspring, for the future when the queen will find the mysteries, rejoiced.

It was the end of a long war, maybe there was chance for all of them.

The End