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LMoM #23: Werewolf Eyes: Battle [Part Seven] (RL/HP & SS)
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bonfoiRating: NC17 (erring on the side of caution)
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall), The Bloody Baron/The Grey Lady (at times), Remus/Severus/Moony/Harry
Kink(s): Sex Magic, Fellatio
Summary: Having healed Harry, Remus, Severus, Moony and Lykos face Medb—the personification of the Blight.
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 1,352
Warnings: Former lives revisited (kinda); Harry Potter; Original Characters (Medb & Lykos [misspelled on 19 May, I apologize])
A/N: Plotting away, I still got some hexy smexy goodness in.
My LMoM 2008 entries: Werewolf Eyes
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.
This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
The infirmary had become something of a train station with all the comings and goings, or so Poppy Pomfrey thought to herself. “Hmphf! Ruddy swots running in and out of the quietest place in Hogwarts,” she fumed. The stench of Ginny Weasley’s hex still rose from some of the bed covers and the pillowcase Harry Potter’s head had lain upon was discolored from the damn thing, too! She shook her head, if something didn’t happen soon to bring the three wizards under her care to consciousness, she—Poppy Pomfrey, mediwitch and generally even-tempered woman—might just have to curse someone.
Bustling from bed to bed, Poppy petted the wizards—once young boys that she’d watch scrap and tustle, each and every one of them—murmuring sweet nothings to speed their bodies’ healing. Tucking Harry in to his new sheets for the night, the mediwitch saw the young man’s eyelids fluttering and sighed. “Poor mite…no matter how old you get, Harry Potter, I’ll still see the boy I met all those years ago, and dare you laugh, it’s the same with Severus and Remus. All three of you are special.” She smoothed a stray lock from Harry’s forehead and looked at the other two wizards. “You’d all best wake up soon. I’m not running an inn for wayward wizards here!”
“Psst! Psst! Mediwitch Pomfrey!” Paracelsus waved from his portrait, flagons and flasks quivering as the frame shook. “Damn it, woman, come here I say!” Poppy straightened up and glared at the patron of her infirmary. “I know you heard me, young witch! This is important!”
Rolling her eyes, Poppy stepped closer. “Regulus Black and Young Remus are in the painting of the Elysian Fields. They have something to tell you about the lads and their plight. Hurry, witch! Time’s running out!” Paracelsus popped back into his frame and slide away before Poppy could asks where the painting resided.
Within Remus’ mind, Medb was waking, the Blight rushing out to turn Remus’ head fully werewolf, grey short fur sweeping over his skin and his bones breaking with harsh snaps. The darkness within the mind began to stink, a miasma of rotting, fetid fog rolling out of the corners to hem in Remus, Severus, Harry and Moony as they lay in their bubble of safety.
A boom shook the sleeping men and lupine from their restful dozes. The whole bubble shook, even the very ground they lay on heaving up and down as the noise subsided. “Bloody hell!” Severus yelled as he sat up and Harry slid off his chest. His Druid’s staff appeared in hand, the knurled wood at the top radiating heat as Snape clumsily waved it in a runic pattern. The bubble gained a champagne-tinge of color and the noise was gone. “There! That should keep the wench out of our respective hairs for a bit.” He elbowed Remus and pinched Harry, neither Gryffindor doing much but moaning. “Up, you lumps! We’ve got to finish this and soon…the Blight’s gaining strength!” A potion-stained finger pointed at the heaving fog just outside their bubble.
“Woof!” Lykos appeared, canines flashing as he smiled on Remus’ consorts. “Come, Moony! You and I need to hunt. Medb has unleashed her hounds. You three sort yourselves and get ready…tonight we take the battle to the bitch!” Moony and the first lycanthrope faded away in an amber mist as Remus and Harry finally began moving.
Wriggling himself from under his lovers, Severus shook his head and thought himself clean and fresh-smelling. With a sigh, he took a big sniff and smiled; he smelled of lily’s-of-the-valley. “Once again, wake and move, you slugabeds! We’ve got a battle to win!” A swirl of color shot from the staff and wound itself around Snape, clothing him in blood-red boiled leather armor over heavy wizard’s robes.
“One minute, love…” Remus begged. His flailing hand had fallen on Harry’s morning wood and was leisurely stroking the member. “I need a sip of something strong…” Lupin contorted himself and sucked the weeping head into his mouth, stirring Harry to lazily pump his hips in response. The young brunet never opened his eyes as his hands reached out to pull Remus’ head closer so he could the older wizard’s mouth. “Nuh uh, Harry…my morning nosh…”
Severus shook his head, a soft smile on his face. “I never! Whilst I hate to share, you two look decadent and well-fucked enough for ten wizards! Suck the boy to the root and swallow around him, Wolf. He’s just recovered so the cream should be ready to be milked.” Snape watched for a moment more as Remus did as instructed and then sent his senses out to reconnoiter what other changes Medb had wrought.
Potter woke up enough to beg, something that had Remus swirling his strong tongue around the throbbing prick in his mouth. “Oh! Oh! Please, Remy…please….” Lithe and strong, Harry bucked, trying to feel the constriction of Lupin’s throat around him so he could come. “Balls…oh…” Remus spared a digit or two to pluck at Harry’s bollocks, rolling them and pushing them back in time with the brunet’s moans.
Sucking deeply, the short and curly hairs surrounding Harry’s cock tickling his lips as he pulsed them around the heated flesh, Remus grazed his teeth on Potter’s prick. He was rewarded by rushing gouts of come, a salty-bitter drink that seemed to fizz with Harry’s innate magic. The flow of magical jism energized him like nothing else and Remus licked very single drop, wasting nothing of his breakfast. Pulling back, the lycanthrope surveyed his handiwork, Harry a limp dishrag of humanity below his chin. “Wakey, wakey, Harry…” He tugged a few of the short and curlies and watched Potter straighten out with a yelp.
“HEY! No fair!” Harry floated away from Remus’ tugs, his legs crossed and his hands curled over his privates. “Come cow here, not a bird to be plucked! That hurt, bastard!” He rubbed at the offended skin, glaring at a laughing Remus. Pouting, Potter clothed himself in short robes of red and silver, rowans embroidered along the tight sleeves and a thin diadem of beaten gold around his head, half-hidden in his messy locks. His green eyes crossed as he tried to see what was on his forehead but gave it up as Severus smirked at him.
“Ah, a crown, Mr. Potter. Lording it over us?” The snark was humorous instead of hurtful and Severus even sent a wink along as well.
“Nooo…” Harry was a surprised as all of them.
Clad in his dark armor once more, this time a heavy bow in one hand and arrows resting in the ground at his feet, Remus laughed. “Lykos called him king. I’d say that was some foreshadowing, wouldn’t you, Druid Severus?” A quirked eyebrow, stolen from his lover’s repertoire, dared Snape to answer. Severus just made a raspberry noise and stuck his tongue out.
“Whatever the case, we’re here. Everyone have their weapons?” Remus looked at Severus’ staff and noticed a small purse around the Slytherin’s waist. “What’s that?” he said as he indicated the purse.
“Just a few odds and ends. I would have thought you’d be more interested in the fact that Potter is sporting a sword taller than himself and a boomerang.” Severus pointed with his head at Harry who was wielding the sword as if it were made of air. “Very impressive, Mr. Potter. Take care not to cut off anything I might be interested in, will you?”
Lykos and Moony appeared, scratches around the myth’s arms and legs and on the wolf’s muzzle. “Good! You have found your strengths. We have the Blight, and Medb, trapped. We need to finish her off.” The first werewolf waved his arms and the bubble expanded out, pushing the foul fog away. Off to the right, a speck resolved itself into the goddess-as-warrior, scarred and dented armor over her chest and legs, and a raven-topped helm hiding her eyes. “To battle!” Lykos roared. The wizards and the wolf—now armored from nose to tail—crouched into defensive postures.
Thank you for reading. ~~~