Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall) Secondary Pairings: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape/Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor/Salazar Slytherin Summary: Remus’ innocent curiosity about his mother’s roots leads to some adventures and reveals some things he'd never known about himself. Challenge:pervy_werewolf Lusty Month of May 2010 Word Count: 1,982 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Threesome; Sex Magic; Double Penetration * A/N: Blame every pirate, Indiana Jones, western, etc. kind of adventure for this! Time to have some fun!
My LMoM 2010 entries: Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows
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16 ~ In the Presence of History, Remus Finds More than He Bargained For
Dining naked with erudite, historical figures was nothing like Remus had imagined, if he had imagined it before. Godric was a boisterous companion, but he always had a soft touch for Salazar or a compliment that made the other Founder preen. Salazar was much more thoughtful than the stories had said; he told the truth of his schism with the other Founders and how Godric had worn him down with logic and sex. Severus had shared a look with Remus that said such tenacious love must be a Gryffindor trait.
As the food popped out of existence, Severus noticed their clothing had changed once more. Well, not Remus’—he still had the tunic, surcoat, trews and knee-high boots that Rowena Ravenclaw had dressed him with—but Severus’ robes were slightly more ornate now, jet accents picked out serpent scales around the neck and embroidered dark green ivy decorated the edges of his sleeves. His shirt was now of soft lawn and his trousers had become fine, black wool.
Remus and Severus dressed as the Founders snapped their fingers and were also clothed. A black bird—a raven—flew into the closed garden and watched from a perch near Godric, chittering and croaking at him. Salazar laughed and blew a kiss at the bird that jumped off its perch and floated to the grass becoming Rowena Ravenclaw. “I see this was a productive meeting,” she said. Her eyes never stopped following Remus’ hands as they tucked his cock away and cinched the lacing tighter.
“He’s spoken for, Rowena.” Salazar still hadn’t forgotten her many attempts at prying Godric from his side. “I’d wager my representative would be more than happy to show you.” He stood with arms crossed and a frown drawing down his eyebrows.
“They are both fine examples of men, Salazar. I am merely looking.” Rowena gave a sly laugh. “And I’ve already been close to the werewolf. A very fine example. And Severus Slytherin looks to be his match.” Her eyes were shining as she leaned forward.
Godric stepped in front of her and scowled. “You will be invited, Rowena. They have enough on their plates.” Rowena laughed and the moment passed.
“Severus, Remus, now that Rowena is here, we’ll sit and talk about our student, Hephaestus.” Rowena laughed. “Well, my student. He was a master jeweler as well and often used Runes and Arthimancy in his work.” Severus and Remus stared hard at her. “What? You don’t know that Ravenclaws have been alchemists for hundreds of generations? It is the most logical affiliation of magicks ever created.”
“Now that that’s out of the way…” Salazar winked at Severus, grabbed Godric’s hand and Rowena’s arm and the three of them turned and the Founders and Remus and Severus were standing in Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets!
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Severus stood spinning around, taking in the stone face of Salazar—that looked nothing like the real wizard—the bulk of the Basilisk preserved by the magic of the place, and the strange scent of heather that seemed to fill the large space. He couldn’t help himself and was already walking toward the Basilisk, his mind on potions and profits when Godric’s booming laugh percolated through to his dazes brain.
“I take it this isn’t used anymore?” Salazar asked with a sigh. “We held a great many special events here: marriages and birth welcomes, Leaving Ceremonies, even the funeral rites of powerful witches and wizards. My pet was docile then, petrifying things for me to use as statues.” He smirked at Remus’ wry grin. “Yes, the Humped-back Witch is one. She was a Hag who was terrorizing Hogsmeade. I took my pet for a walk and the rest is history.”
“Let the boys be, Sala!” Godric called from a niche off to the side. Rowena stood impatiently tapping her foot. “We’ve got to do the ritual so they can get into the Alchemic Library before sundown!”
Remus ran to Severus’ side and dragged him away. His lover’s dark eyes were distant and Remus just knew he was creating new potions that used Basilisk parts in his head and calculating the profits they’d bring; it would take several minutes before Severus truly realized where he was.
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“So, this ritual involves Founder Ravenclaw and sex?” Severus’ voice was thin and high, his glare strong enough to singe Rowena’s long braid. “Why didn’t you tell us this before?” he ground out. Swirls of Wild Magic spun around him in a sparkling cloud as he fumed.
Remus chuckled softly and rose up on his toes to kiss Severus’ cheek. “Don’t tell me you’re squeamish about a threesome, Severus? Don’t you remember that time Narcissa decided to celebrate ten more years without Lucius? You took her with a lascivious grin and the filthiest mouth I’d ever heard up until then.” Severus had the grace to blush as Remus patted his cheek.
“Well, yes, but that was my choice,” Severus whinged. The Founders laughed with Remus and Severus finally gave up his objections, but not without some final words. “She’d better be the best at it, that’s all I say!” He stalked away, his modified clothing flying away from him as he stripped angrily.
Remus was more leisurely and took his clothing off and folded it before setting it aside. He looked under his eyelashes as Rowena and Severus were finally naked. His cock was interested, especially since he was now getting a fantasy that had been hidden in the dark recesses of his mind since he’d first met Rowena.
When Severus turned, he saw Rowena standing at her ease. Her high breasts and boyish hips gave him pause and he smiled at how long her legs were…almost like his. Her shoulders were…as wide as his. Her fingers flexed, the tendons of her hands rising to the surface…like his. Severus’ eyes widened as his mind finally made the connection: she was the female equivalent of him! “Remus!” Severus screeched.
“I see you finally saw what I saw when I met Rowena. It won’t be a hardship, Severus. In fact, this way you can see how passionate you would have been as a woman.” Remus had to jump back when a small lightning bolt sizzled into being over his head and then struck where he’d been standing. “Hey, now! Enough of that!”
Salazar and Godric grinned and then herded the two wizards and Rowena toward a plinth of black granite, polished by hundreds of years of use and inscribed with both pictographs and runes. Salazar gave a grand wave and educated Remus and Severus. “You all need to be on the Touchstone Plinth. It hones and concentrates magic, most particularly sex magic. The Ancients—older than the Great Merlin and closer to the Elven kingdoms—were closely tied to fertility and passion. This is one of the last Keys—conduits to reservoirs of Earth Magic—still accessible.”
Godric took over with a salacious smirk. “Three is a powerful number as you know, Remus, my son. Three lovers were there at the beginning when Magick formed for the first time. It was of the Earth while they were of the Air, the Water, and the Flame. Together they were the World, Magick Compleat. Rowena is of the Air, Remus. Severus, you are of the Flame. Remus, you are of the Water.”
Severus pulled Remus toward the plinth and then climbed on it, his arm extended for Remus. Rowena floated up and between them, her back to Remus. Severus swallowed as he thought of what sharing Rowena Ravenclaw with Remus would mean…then he watched Remus turn Rowena’s head and share a wet, warm kiss, one hand sliding around her ribs to toy with breast. Not to be outdone, Severus leaned forward and suckled the other nipple, two fingers tapping on her hood and tugging at the curly hair of her thatch.
Rowena broke away from her kiss and exclaimed in Gaelic, “Ceud mìle fàilte! (One hundred thousand welcomes!)” She seemed torn between falling back into Remus’ arms and pushing Severus’ fingers inside her. The Touchstone Plinth began to warm under their bodies. “Tog ort! (Stir your stumps! Get a move on!)”
Somehow, Remus and Severus knew what to do—in part thanks to Narcissa Malfoy’s celebration when Lucius had earned another decade inside Azkaban and their knowledge of each other. Severus whispered a spell to lubricate his fingertips a bit and slid them inside but just outside where Rowena wanted them. Remus wrapped both arms around Rowena, his hands pleasantly full of her breasts, his fingers twisting the peaked nubs as if she were a fine instrument and drawing sighs and gasps as Severus made her grind her teeth.
“I want you to take both of us, Rowena…can you do that?” Remus growled as she wriggled so that his cock was caught beneath her, the tip near the heat of her wet sex. Rowena gasped out, “Is dòcha gun! (Perhaps!)”
Godric stood to the East and Salazar to the West and began chanting as the three on the plinth writhed together. The words—a mixture of Ancient Gaelic, Latin, and Old English—wove together into a cocoon of sound that grew to fill the niche.
Severus pulled Rowena’s legs over his and then pulled her over and onto his aching prick. Remus winced as his cock was ground into the stone, but the pain added spice to his passion. He watched Severus rock Rowena—howling and calling out exhortations in Gaelic and English—up and down, the soft slap of flesh-on-flesh making him moan as well.
“Remus…Remus…” Severus moaned over and over as he filled Rowena’s hot, wet cleft. He felt her stiffen and orgasm around him, but he bit his lip and willed his own explosion away. “Inside…Remus, fill her with me…she’s so hot…so very wet and slick…”
“Obh! Obh! (Oh dear! Good Heavens!)” Rowena babbled as Remus pushed into Severus’ arms and up his cock. Remus pushed the thick head of his cock along Severus’ prick, slicking it up with Rowena’s juices. She squirmed and ground down but was pulled up to give Remur room. “Fuck me!” she commanded in English and Severus grinned savagely as Remus surged up and inside the Founder.
Godric and Salazar’s chant grew stronger, the walls of the niche and the Chamber beginning to shine with the magic rising there. They held their hands out toward each other, the spells making light dance on their fingertips.
Remus and Severus stilled inside Rowena, both of them panting as their cocks pressed into each other as she clenched and unclenched her muscles. “Argh!” Severus groaned through gritted teeth. “Move, damn you, Remus! Fuck her with my cock!”
Surging forward, Remus’ preternatural, lycanthropic strength allowed him to pull Severus and Rowena close as he guided them into a kneeling position, Rowena still holding their cocks captive. Once they were where Remus wanted, he pushed forward driving Severus’ cock up as well. All three gave wavering cries as Rowena was fully invaded. She came without a sound and then began bouncing between the two, her renewed juices making the pricks slip and slide better.
Severus flung his arm out to grab Remus’ hair and pull him over Rowena’s shoulder for a biting kiss. “Make me come, Wolf!” he hissed as Rowena contracted around them in another orgasm. “Help me fill her so that she feels it in her throat!”
They rocked and moaned together, six arms and six legs flailing, pinching, molding, bruising as Remus drove them all mad until he bit Rowena whose fingernails clawed Severus’ shoulders. As they exploded all together, the chant suddenly fell silent and the plinth blazed with heat and Earth Magick. All five beings were limned with power, tied together as the Earth Magick swelled and then broke free.
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Reference
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