Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 (erring on the side of caution) Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall), The Bloody Baron/The Grey Lady (at times), Remus/OFC Kink(s): Sex Magic, Non-con/Dub-con Summary: Something dark finally, fully, manifests before Remus and the wolf. Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 1,726 Warnings: OFC, Fisting A/N: Each time I sit down to write this , I find more interesting twists and turns. Thank you all for reading and following those twists with me!
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Remus awoke from the magical slumber—still trapped within his body but refreshed. The wolf gave a joyous howl and licked his face and throat, marking the id once more as pack. They didn’t notice the darkness that seeped from a far corner resolve itself into a barbaric queen of ages long gone to dust. She shook back her thick hair, the warbraids decorated with turquoise beads and pearls of exceedingly fine quality swinging as she whipped her head towards Remus and the wolf. The smile that stretched her lips was more wolfish than anything that ever graced either Remus or Moony’s faces.
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Remus’ body convulsed under Severus’ soft petting, his hands elongating and his fingers suddenly tipped with thick claws. Snape’s nostrils flared as he watched the changes sweep over his lover’s body. A whiff of something wild and old came to his nose and grimaced as his mind worked over the problem. Severus’ body sprang into action as his mind turned to easing the pain the unconscious wizard was showing.
Snape yelled, “Mme. Pomfrey! Your services are need!” His wand was busy Summoning phials and bottles of potions he’d set aside for Remus, all of them based on ancient Celtic and Roman recipes that had stood the test of time. He pried open the painfully distended jaws to pour one phial after another, their order dictated by the colors—violet, blue, red, orange, yellow—and the abilities they supported.
Pomfrey’s robes were mussed as she flew across the room to begin her diagnostic spells. The colors guided Severus’ dosing, as they attempted to sooth the poor lycanthrope’s unease. Their teamwork brought Remus some comfort and then, as they needed to take a break, Harry Potter made his fortuitous appearance. “Professor Snape?” The young man took in the scene and without missing a beat, added his magic to Snape’s, wandlessly adding strength to Severus’ potions.
The trio worked for hours until Remus’ face smoothed and the clawed digits became human fingers once more. The jaws resisted, remained distended and grotesque. Harry finally eased his magic out of Snape, his hands on the older wizard’s shoulders as he guided the man into the chair that always sat next Lupin’s bed. “We’ve done our best, sir, ma’am. I know I feel tired and I’m quite certain you two need something to eat, if not a nap?” Harry asked quietly.
Snape would have snorted at the solicitude, but he knew the boy was correct. Nodding his head wearily, the pale man sank back into the hard chair and sighed. “Auld Magick, Potter…that’s what Auld Magick looks like.” His hang flopped in the direction of Remus, indicating the ravages visible to all. “I found references to it in some of the crumbling tomes of the Library, hidden under Pince’s most potent spells. It’s spoken of in hushed whispers by the very old.”
Pomfrey had called a house-elf for strengthening broth and cucumber sandwiches while Harry and Severus spoke. The soft pop of its arrival went unnoticed for a minute but then the scent of beef broth and the sandwiches drew their attention to dinner. They tacitly agreed to avoid the topic of Auld Magick and Remus, touching on Harry’s impending nuptials and Granger’s pursuit of a wizard to call her own. They tried to hide their anxious glances, but they all caught them.
Once the spoons were laid down and the sandwiches eaten, Severus rose from the table and went to sit by his lover’s side. Uncaring if they heard him or not, he began speaking, “Auld Magick exists within us all. It takes a powerful witch or wizard to call it forth…well, their magic. When we are involved in highly emotional pursuits, our magics reach out and connect. In the instance of the Blight, Auld Magick is awoken within us by the energy of twisted together magics. Somehow, Remus’ magic is twined with someone else’s, creating a powerful—very attractive, very corrosive—thing that is seeking to recreate a being that once housed such power. The Auld Magick is trying to revive the Lykos, the original werewolf.”
Harry heard the pain in Snape’s voice and wished he knew how to ease the man’s hurt without sounding like an idiot. He opened his mouth anyway. “Hermione can use that, Sir. We’d thrown the idea back and forth, but being Muggleborn and…and me, we didn’t ever hear about Auld Magick. But, how come it just started now? Did it need a trigger or something?”
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The dark queen—once known as Medb or Maeve—had been a queen amongst witches and wizards so long ago that her origins had been lost to the ancient mists. Hair the color of midnight rippled down her back to brush the top of her buttocks. Gold coins were strung around her neck, shells on ropes twisting around them. Her leather tunic fit like a second skin, flowing down her body to delineate her well-toned muscles. She seemed to move even as she stood still, energy crackling around her.
Steeped in intoxication, a goddess of sovereignty, she strode through Remus’ mind, conjuring up the Hill of Tara—once her home in the world of magic and Men—displacing Remus and the wolf in the landscape. Lightning bloomed in the sudden darkness, startling Remus and the wolf even more. Ancient armor began covering Remus’ arms and chest, the wolf even blessed with a helm and armor over his spine and ribs. “Come forth, Remus, son of Lykos. Bring forth your dog of war. Come and claim your crown!” Her voice was fluid, roaring falls and rushing waters made solid sound, breaking against Remus’ armor to wash over him like torrential rains.
Remus’ feet walked without conscious thought, the wolf stalking at his side. Something pulled at him, tried to make him deny the goddess. He stumbled to a halt and fell to his knees. “No…no…no…I’m…I’m no one’s pet to be ordered about!” he pushed past grinding teeth. “I will not do anything that hurts SEVERUS!” the lycanthrope screamed as his body was lifted in the air to float up the hill and hover above Medb’s head.
A frown pulled the goddess’ brows together and she walked below him to survey his body. “A fine figure, honor, strength…you have what I seek. Why do you deny yourself? Why do you shun the crown?” She stirred the wind causing Remus to bob in the strong breeze, lightning sizzling around him. Medb stroked up his bare legs, her hand leaving a blazing path as she petted and stroked the firm muscular flesh. “Would that I met you in my time upon the Earth, son of Lykos. I would have made you a king for many ages, fighting at your side and taking your fine prick into my body at the least moment.” Her hand reached its destination—Remus’ cock and balls—and she rolled the egg-like rounds between her fingers as a finger stroked his perineum.
“I am Sex, I am Crown…I am Medb, son of Lykos. If you will not take what I offer, I will take it from you, for the good of the land, for the good of the magic.” The goddess’ finger pressed gently past the tightened ring of muscle guarding Remus’ channel; he cried out and the wolf attacked Medb. She spared a glance at the slavering beast and it froze in place, teeth bared, muscles bunched to tear out her throat. “I will not hurt you, Remus, son of Lykos. You have brought me from a deep and dreamless sleep. I only seek to touch you with my magic. This is the only way if you will not dip your wick within me.” Another finger joined the first inside Remus and he involuntarily moaned at the sensations.
Hovering in the air, nothing to hold onto, nothing to ground him, Remus’ psychic body twisted in the sexual onslaught. He held his tongue, biting it as the goddess put three fingers inside him, brushing his prostate as she seemed to search within for something. He wanted Severus, he wanted this to be a bad dream that would end with him waking in Snape’s thin arms. A tear fell, soon to be followed by more, until Medb felt the warm rain on her own skin. She reached up to stroke Remus’ cock, the traitorous member stiffening under her strong hands and talented fingers.
“You are not an adulterer, son of Lykos. When a goddess chooses, there is no sin. I will bequeath upon you a skill long gone from your wizardly brothers. You must take my magic into yourself…this is the way, the manner of my deity.” The lightning had faded away until there was only thunder. Remus could feel his unwanted orgasm building in his loins, Medb’s fingers and hands pulling the damned thing from every part of his being.
He shook his head from side-to-side, moaning in denial. “No-no-no-no…this is for Severus…Severus’…I’m Severus’…” He cried and wailed, but to no avail. Medb stepped under his body to suck his balls into her hot mouth as her three fingers up his arse wriggled and bent, pushing and pulling at his insides. The goddess pulled herself away with a sigh.
“You have a body sweet and flavorful, son of Lykos. Would that you were a lover of women, we would have ruled for ages together.” A fourth finger was added, the strong thrusts of her hand rocking Remus in the air above her head. As she worked her thumb inside him, finally getting her fist up his arse, the lycanthrope howled and came in a pearly shower of come, spraying the frozen wolf and the goddess and himself. She lapped as the drops as if they were the finest wine, her fist pushed up past the stretched ring of muscle.
A growl surrounded them and the goddess herself came untouched, the cream of her essence falling to the earth below her feet. A spark grew, a series of flames erupting throughout Remus’ mind. Medb withdrew her hand, slowly and carefully. Once out of Remus’ arse, she brought him to the earth, just above a small wavering flame. The fire entered Remus’ body and the goddess’ at the same time, his body flailing at the invasion of pure Auld Magick.
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Reference
Queen Maeve Other Names: Medb, Medhbh, Madb. Location: Ireland. Description: Queen of Connacht who personifies the heights of feminine power. No doubt, she was once a powerful Goddess who merged with a later historical figure. Her name means "intoxicated woman," and she was known for her long golden hair, fiery temper and strong will. She boasted that she could sexually exhaust thirty men each night. As evidence of her feminine power, battles would pause while she menstruated. Ancient peoples believed this time to be the peak of a woman's power. She was not only a powerful leader, but also an expert warrioress, huntress and horsewoman. Usually animals, especially horses, are often depicted with her. Rules Over: Sex magick, leadership, perseverance, strength, warding off enemies, feminine power.
Western European Goddesses Medb, Lady Sovereignty In ancient Ireland, a king was ritually wed to this Goddess (in the person of Her Priestess) to legitimize his reign. She was considered a Triune Goddess Who oversaw sovereignty, war, sexuality and intoxication. Her name is more recognizable in its phoetic spelling: Maeve.