Ficlet: A Drowning Desire (Lupin/Snape, NC17)

Title: A Drowning Desire
Author: lore
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter ~ Lupin/Snape
Rating: NC17/NWS
Word Count: 244
Summary: Victory and defeat under the moonlight.
Disclaimer: Not mine - if they were, I'd treat them better. *wink*
Highlight for Warnings: *bestiality, watersports*
Notes: Betas karasu_hime, dizilla and chazpure held my hand. Any errors or weirdnesses left are my fault. Lee, thank you so much for all your hard work in fandom, including DD. You're rare treasure. I hope you enjoy this small offering, which I also wanted to put up for The Internet is for Porn day. *g*


He was damnably hard as the astringent yellow piss poured over him, head to arsehole leaking blood and werewolf slime. Snape knew he was well and truly caught this time, the scent of the animal marking him would never leave his skin. The gouges he'd received after being knocked over burned fire where the hot stream splashed, but Snape's cock was beyond pain and humiliation. One hand took a swipe behind him and brought forward a palm full of dribblings to ease his grip, the red indistinguishable against the anger of his length. He squeezed himself hard - too hard to come and yet too fast not to - as if to both hurry and deny that he could find release after being mounted by a werewolf.

Moony's instincts finished the claim, but it was Lupin's eyes that watched Snape grunt and jerk, half-curled into himself as he brought himself to a bitter end. It was Lupin's tongue that lapped and twisted over and in, seeking every musky drop from the bitch shuddering under his paws. As the creature inhaled the perfume of acrid piss, metallic blood and tangy spunk, Snape firmed and came again, cementing his defeat. His prey now limp and pliant with overstimulation, Moony stabbed inside again, howling his triumph over such an old and once proud enemy.

An empty goblet of Wolfsbane winked in the fading twilight, on its side before Snape's unfocused eyes as man finished what wolf began.

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love, lore