It Only Seems Kinky The First TimeAuthor:
Hermione Granger-Weasley, Remus LupinRating:
This definitely falls under the NC17 rating.Word Count:
3000+ words...Derek (my bitchy gay muse) stole the story away from me.Genre:
AU where Tonks & Snape died, Remus lived, and Hermione & Ron are divorced.Warnings:
Violence, nearly non-con, slight bestiality (blink and you'll miss it), slight D/s, anal sex, het sex, oral sex, language and lots and lots of smut. And a small plotty thing near the end.Written for:
Insanejournal's Bringing Back The Porn Challenge 2010Summary:
There was a reason why Severus Snape was the only one who could successfully brew the Wolfsbane potion...Dislaimer:
Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.Author's Note:
Holy Fuck! I wrote het! And dirty het at that!
- - -...Stir counterclockwise for 6 strokes with a pure glass pipette until a puff of blue smoke erupts from the liquid...
Hermione watched the cauldron carefully and smiled when a puff of dark blue smoke bubbled up from the liquid. She quickly turned down the flame and moved the cauldron to a cooling rack before spooning up a dose into a steel flask. She waved her wand to clean up her lab and headed up the stairs. If she hadn't been in such a hurry to finish, she would have noticed the footnote at the bottom of Snape's notes....WARNING: If the smoke is a dark midnight blue, instead of light sky blue, it is the result of a contaminated pipette and will turn the Wolfsbane potion into an obscure, but legal Aphrodisiac potion. In which case, the doser would be wise to remove themselves, be ye male or female from the dosee's sight as quickly as possible or be subjected to all manner of sexual appetites...
- - -
Hermione made it to Remus's home in record time and knocked lightly on the door. Remus opened the door himself, looking tired. He smiled when he saw Hermione.
"Remus. I have your potion."
"Come in, then. I was about to floo you." He stepped aside to let her enter. He led the way to his room where he made himself comfortable on his bed.
"I sent him to Harry and Ginny's for the weekend. They were glad to take him, something about Jamie having a camping party in the backyard."
"Oh yes, Ron told me about that. He took Rose and Hugo there for the weekend."
"Why?" Remus wondered.
"Well it was my weekend to have them, as per our separation agreement, but I told Ron I wanted to stay here with you this weekend to monitor my having brewed Wolfsbane for the first time. I just want to make sure there are no side-effects. And there's the added bonus he gets to spend a few extra days with them."
"Makes sense." Remus nodded. Hermione removed the flask from her bag and handed it to him. He gulped it down in four swallows and handed it back to her, making a face.
"The taste still hasn't improved." he chuckled, smacking his lips in disgust. He yawned a moment later.
"Get some rest, Remus. I'll be here when you need me." she told him. He nodded and closed his eyes. She moved to the divan under the window and pulled out some research notes she'd been working on.
- - -
The moon was high when Remus felt the change...but this one felt different from all his other transformations. For one, there was no pain associated with it. Two, he didn't change shape, he remained a human. Three, he retained his lycan powers and his human intellect. For the first time in his life, he felt totally in control. He got to his feet, surprised to feel no lethargy in his limbs and went to the open window. He took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly, before inhaling once more...and caught the scent of a female in heat. His arousal was swift, desire seeping through him like melted butter. He turned, slowly, tracking that delicious scent until he was facing his room once more.
Sometime during the night, Hermione must have changed out of her clothes, she was sound asleep on his divan, dressed in only a thin, silk bathrobe, and something beneath it that couldn't even be called fabric, it was so thin. She had fallen asleep working on some research, her right arm draped off the side, papers and pens scattered beneath her on the floor. She had shifted in her sleep, causing the robe to hike up her legs, barely covering her nether regions and exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. As if they sensed they were being stared at, her nipples hardened beneath the scrap of fabric and he felt saliva pooling in his mouth.
Getting on all fours, he crawled toward her, stalking his prey. He paused, fully alert, when she shifted in her sleep, the robe falling off one creamy shoulder, the fabric covering her lower half moving up even more. He could see the thin brush of hair between her legs and felt his cock straining against his y-fronts.//Take her!//
he felt the wolf rage in his mind.
"No!" he hissed, even as he stalked closer.//You know you want to! Do it!//
"I refuse!" some part of him that wasn't riddled with lust, replied back.//Always knew you were a chicken-shite, Lupin!//
the wolf growled, taunting him. The closer he got to Hermione, the more his resistance crumbled. When he was close enough to touch her leg and caught her scent a second time, he was lost.
Not caring how she would react, he forcefully pushed her legs as far apart as they would go, and dove right in, shoving his slightly-elongated tongue so far into her vagina, he thought he could feel her heartbeat. And oh did she taste divine!
- - -
Hermione was in the middle of a nice dream about some faceless man when she awakened from a sound sleep by someone shoving her legs apart. She yelped when she felt a moist tongue in between her legs and her eyes shot open. She glanced down and saw sandy brown hair and she cried out in shock.
"Remus! What the hell are you doing?" She screeched, trying to get away from him. He had a grip on her thighs and was holding her open with no effort at all, slurping away. She grabbed her papers and started hitting him over the head. He merely growled deep in his throat and continued what he was doing. She screamed and began yanking at his hair, clawing his face and back, anything to get him off her. He crawled between her legs and grabbed her arms at the wrist to pin them over her head. She struggled harder, trying to get her legs beneath him to kick him. But his werewolf strength was more than a match for her. He ground his still-covered erection against her moist heat and she moaned, whether in fright or desire, she didn't want to admit.
And then he kissed her...Oh god!
She moaned as his tongue forcefully moved into her mouth. He tasted of the earth and moonlight and something darker and she found her resistance crumbling. She struggled all the harder and he pulled back with a smirk.
"I'm going to own you!" he growled, trailing lips across her cheek and down her neck. That growl touched something deep inside her and some instinct made her bare her neck to his hungry gaze. He immediately latched on to that patch of skin with his teeth, marking her as his, but careful not to break the skin. She cried out in shock and desire.
"Remus!" He growled again, pushing himself into a half-kneeling/sitting position that kept his cock pressed against her. He violently ripped off her robe and her nightie and clamped his teeth around one of her nipples, taking the other one between two fingers and pinching them hard. Her shout was louder this time and she arched her back, pushing her breasts deeper into his mouth and hand.
He pulled off with a pop, leaving her panting with desire and he watched her eyes dilate to near black as he ripped off his pants, exposing his cock. Without any warning, he shoved his cock deep into her wetness and Hermione nearly ripped a pillow in half at the sensations that caused.
It was purely animalistic fucking that followed. He pounded into her moist heat like a man possessed, holding her legs open effortlessly. And she could do nothing but hang on for the ride and enjoy it. And his cock was huge! She could feel every vein, every ridge inside her body, felt the bulbous head reaching deep inside her on every upstroke. Her whole body trembled with the force of it.
Still pounding into her, he released one of her legs and grabbed her hand, pulling it down to her clit.
"Touch yourself!" he demanded. She hesitated for a moment, slightly embarrassed at the thought of him watching. His eyes narrowed and he growled. And showing great restraint, he stopped moving completely, his cock still deep inside her. He leaned over until he was breathing deeply next to her ear.
"Touch yourself, Hermione. I want to watch you fuck yourself while I'm balls-deep inside your pussy!" he ordered. Hermione gulped and slowly began to play with herself. She ran her index finger over her dewy folds, biting her lip to keep from moaning aloud at the contact.
"Mmm that's it. Play with that pussy!" Remus moaned, beginning to fuck her slowly once more. He ground himself against her fingers, pushing them harder into that little nub of flesh that always made her see stars and couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.
"You look so hot like that, my dick smeared in your juices!"
"God, Remus!" she cried out at a particularly hard thrust. Her fingers were moving faster as he sped up his strokes.
She could feel her orgasm approaching, a tight ball of heat deep in her gut. She didn't realize she had begun chanting out loud "Harder! Faster!" over and over again.
And then she was there! Her body tensed up as Remus quickly pulled out of her body and dived between her legs, flicking his tongue over her clit and sucking hard. She screamed so loud as she climaxed, the mirror over the fireplace cracked. Remus fucked her with his tongue and fingers, not letting her come down from the first orgasm as a second one ripped through her less than five seconds later. She opened her mouth to wail and nearly choked when Remus shoved his cock into her mouth while still licking between her legs. She could taste herself on him and that only enhanced her desire. She sucked him hard, flicking her tongue over him, pulling his balls into her mouth hungrily. She could feel him attacking her between her legs, barely feeling it when he slid two fingers into her anus at the same time. She tensed in shock, never having experienced anal sex before in her life.
Remus felt her tense up around his fingers and shoved his face into her vagina to take her mind off what he was doing. She gradually began to relax and he began moving his fingers, stretching her gradually, preparing her for what was to come. He moaned into her moist heat and she lightly scraped her teeth over his cock and balls. The vibrations from his moaned caused her to arch up into his mouth, taking his fingers deeper into her anus.
He slowly pulled himself from her mouth, shuddering with barely concealed restraint and turned so he was facing her again.
"On your knees, love." he whispered. She obeyed immediately and he let out a slight whimper as he stared at the place where he'd soon be shoving his cock. He couldn't help it, he leaned down and shoved his tongue in. She yelped in shock before she practically melted into the bed, shoving her behind into his face. She could hear him slurping at her backside like a thirsty man craving water. She whimpered, she moaned, and she shamelessly begged Remus to fuck her, but all her requests were ignored as he practically fucked her with his tongue. He took his cock into his hand, stroking himself back to full hardness.
When she thought she couldn't take anymore, she felt him move up behind her and took a deep breath. Once she did this, there was no going back – for either of them.
His cock nudged her virgin entrance and she resisted the urge to tighten up. And then she felt it, the head of his cock slowly pushing its way into her arse. She squeezed her eyes shut against the burning pain. She must have made a sound of distress, for Remus placed a hand on her back and began to gently rub up and down.
"Breathe through the pain, Hermione." he whispered gently. She was amazed at how gentle his voice sounded and she concentrated on that. Finally the head popped through the tight ring of muscle and they both let out a sigh of relief. He continued to rub her back, whispering words of comfort as she adjusted to the sensations. Leaving the head of his cock resting where it was for the moment, he reached between their bodies and began to finger her clit, pleased she was still wet for him. A shudder rocked her body and she cried out. Reaching further, he pushed three fingers into her vagina, resuming his earlier treatment.
"God! Remus!" she moaned, rocking into his hand. The faster he fucked her with his fingers, the harder she rocked into his hand, slowly drawing his cock into her arse. She was surprised when she felt his balls resting against her buttocks and she stopped moving all-together. She had never felt so full! And it seemed like he was still growing!
Remus felt his wolf coming to the front and his cock growing larger inside its new nesting place and he leered. He grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand, used his other hand to hold her hip and slowly pulled out before pushing back in. The divan rocked with him, making Hermione groan in pleasure.
"Who do you belong to?" he growled as his hips pumped into the willing body beneath him.
"You!" she hissed with need.
"Are you my bitch?" he demanded, his wolf dominating his every thought.
"Yes!" she growled as he sped up his strokes.
"Say it!" he ordered.
"I'm your fucking bitch!" she growled.
"Yes!" he howled, pushing faster and harder into his mate.//Mine!//
his wolf growled deep within his mind.//Ours!//
Remus growled in return. The wolf settled, content with his admission.
Hermione could feel her third orgasm of the night welling up within her once again and with a strength she didn't know she possessed, she pushed herself up until she was resting on her knees, feeling Remus's cock moving deeper than ever at that angle.
"Fuck! Hermione!" Remus cried out. She got a sense of female pride at making him lose control for once. She managed to wrap an arm around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss as he fucked her.
Remus felt his own orgasm coming on like an out-of-control freight train and he went with it, howling with pleasure as he came. He was dimly aware of Hermione crying out her own orgasm, her arse muscles clenching around his cock and milking him dry. They trembled against one another, drenched in sweat, hearts threatening to beat right out of their chest. The only thing keeping Hermione collapsing to the bed was Remus's arm around her waist.
"Merlin!" he chuckled, his chest rumbling against her back. She let out a weak chuckle of her own.
"I take it that's never happened before?" she asked. He shook his head. "I'll look into it." She started to move away from him and he growled low in his throat. "Maybe later." She grinned, not really wanting to move either. She still felt him deep within her and she clenched around him, making him whimper. If he had been looking at her face right then, he might have been worried about the evil glint in her eyes. Then she thought no more of it as Remus began thrusting against her again.
- - -
The sun stabbing her in the eyes was what woke her late the next afternoon. She tried to move to see where Remus was and felt the stabbing pains all over her body.
"Don't move yet, love. I really did a number on you. I'm sorry." Remus stated from somewhere over her shoulder. She felt hands on her shoulders gently turning her upright and she hissed in pain. A vial was placed against her lips and she drank it down. The pain reliever worked its wonders and she slowly opened her eyes. In the afternoon light, as she stared at the man who so thoroughly claimed her the night before, she couldn't help but realize that he was beautiful in a rugged sort of way.
"How are you feeling?" she asked. He laughed in surprise.
"I should be asking you that question?" Remus replied. His gaze moved to her neck and he gently reached over to skim his fingers across the teethmarks he left. "I didn't mean to leave my claiming mark on you." He whispered when she trembled.
"Remus. Look at me." Hermione stated. He looked up at her warily. She reached up to touch his cheek. "I wanted to be claimed by you." He moved away from her touch in shock.
"What? What about Ron?"
"Ron knew how I felt about you. It was part of the reason our marriage didn't work out. But we stayed together as long as we did for the happiness of our children. Once they were old enough to understand and accept it, Ron and I broke it off. So you see, I'm right where I want to be." she smiled at him.
Remus gaped at her in shock. He never thought it was possible he'd find love again after his beloved Tonks died. But as he stared at Hermione, hair-mussed, sleep-rumpled, and looking thoroughly shagged, he realized that although he loved Tonks, he wasn't as in love with her as he was with Hermione.
"You're stuck with me, you know." he told her, pushing her back onto the bed and covering her body with his own. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I'd rather be happily stuck with you, then miserably stuck without you." she smiled, nuzzling his cheek. They lay together, content with each other for the moment. Then she whispered into his ear.
"Is the wolf asleep?"
"Mm-hm." he nodded as he suckled her neck.
"Then make love to me as your woman, Remus." Hermione demanded. Remus looked at her and smirked, feeling his cock harden with desire.
"My pleasure, love." he replied, swooping in for a kiss...~ Fin...but is it ever?