enigmalea (enigmalea) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-31 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: enigmalea, kink: bukakke, kink: group sex (4+), kink: pregnancy sex, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/james, remus/lily, remus/peter pettigrew, remus/sirius |
LMOM #31: End [Remus/Sirius/James/Peter/Lily, NC-17]
Title: End
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 914
Pairing: Remus/Sirius/James/Peter/Lily
Kinks: bukakke, group sex (4+), wanking (mutual), pregnancy sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May (#31)
Lily lay spread out before them, pert breasts teased to hardness. She rubbed her hands over her smooth curves, the slowly swelling mound of her stomach. She was surrounded by the four Marauders, each of them standing over her, cocks in hand.
Peter had his eyes closed. Remus always found it funny that the only way Peter could get off was to block out what he was doing. He didn't want to look at anyone... or maybe it was that he didn't want to look at himself. His dick was short, but fat and cut (because Peter was Jewish), mimicking the body style of it's owner – not that Peter was really huge... he was just pudgy. Remus sort of liked that about him – how Peter was a real man and not some copy of a Greek God statue. Peter obviously didn't like that about himself.
You could tell by the way he refused to touch any part of himself other than his dick. He was convinced no one would want him, because he didn't even want himself.
Sirius had his grey eyes held wide open, and he was taking in everything, eyes darting from person to person. And he was always smirking, knowing, just knowing, that everyone in the room wanted him... whether they did or not. He'd rub his hands over his hard chest and six pack abdomen, before taking his long, thick uncut penis into his hand and stroking it sensually. Sirius rocked his hips, his entire body moving in a serpentine motion. He wasn't giving himself pleasure... he was taking it. And that's the way he was with his lovers. Only concerned about himself.
For some twisted reason, Remus found this a turn on. Part of him liked to be used.
James only had eyes for Lily. His blue eyes would rest on her face, watch the swell of her breasts, take in how she would gasp and writhe in pleasure as she fingered herself. James took his time stroking himself, each slow stroke in time with Lily's movement. He'd time a movement over the head of his cock as she'd move her head from side to side. It was clear all he cared about was her pleasure... that she wanted this.
It had become worse since they'd announced she was carrying their child. Whatever Lily wanted she got... and if that meant she wanted the Marauders to bath her in their sperm... James would give that to her.
And that left Remus. He was comfortable in his scarred body around the other people present. They all knew what he was and accepted him. He'd run a hand down his chest... tweak a nipple. He'd watch Sirius for a while... then James... the Peter... maybe Lily. He'd watch how they were pleasuring themselves, how they gasped and moaned.... how they'd tweak here or push there.
He'd roll the foreskin back from his head and run a spit slicked finger over the tip. If he was really leaking pre-cum, he'd push the finger tip in and jerk his hips and gasp in pleasure. And then he'd wrap his hand around his dick and pump. Slowly, quickly, with a twist at the end. He always varied his technique, bringing himself to the edge before backing off.
Peter was always the first to come. He was never close enough to Lily to really get her with his jizz, but he never failed to aim for her breasts – now full and hanging heavy with milk. She'd smile up at him encouragingly, but he never saw it. His eyes were always clamped tight. Eventually, Lily would look away, and rub the spunk into her skin, encouraging the next person to come on her. "Cover me like your dirty slut," she'd moan.
That usually brought Sirius over. He'd grunt and stand practically on top of her. He liked to aim for his face. He always came and came and came. Remus almost wondered if he got off at any other time. He also noticed that when Sirius came... he was always watching James, watching the way James' hand pumped his own thick cock.
He doubted anyone else ever noticed. They were too busy watching Lily, with her mouth open wide, not caring that Sirius was getting his spunk in her hair and covering her eyelids and nose.
James always came next. Sometimes he started coming while Sirius was covering Lily. They aimed for the same spot – Lily's pretty face. He'd keep coating her face, her wild red hair, her ears, her neck.
It really was a beautiful thing to see.
And Remus... Remus was always last. They'd always turn to watch him, four sets of eyes. He'd close them tight, and take in the scent of the room around him. All of them blending together in heat and sex and release. It made him feel at home. It made him feel like he belonged. It made him think one thing...
Pack.
It was always that thought that sent Remus over the edge, screaming. He didn't care where he hit Lily, really. It wasn't about that. It was about sharing this... with his friends, his lovers, the only people in the world who gave a damn about him.
He'd pump and pump and pump his fist, milking himself until he ached. He always came the longest - werewolf stamina - and they would all watch fascinated...
waiting...
for it...
to end.