LMoM #1: Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows [Remus/Minerva] Title:
Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows
Author:bonfoi Rating: R Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall) Secondary Pairings: Remus Lupin/Minerva McGonagall 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: 795 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Bondage; Masturbation; Fellatio (Oral Sex); Dubious Consent * 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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1 ~ Where Our Intrepid Werewolf Finds Himself Putty in Minerva McGonagall’s Claws
After almost four weeks of digging through musty texts and moldy tomes, avoiding the pinching fingers of dusty librarians of both sexes, and sparing a thought or two on the mystery of Severus Snape’s inexplicable monthly missives, Remus Lupin never thought he’d be laid bare-arse naked over a marble altar in the bowels of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He also never figured on seeing the gnarled and very strong hand of Minerva McGonagall stroking up and down his traitorous and quivering prick.
“I told you to stay away from the old story, Remus.” Minerva partially transformed her fingernails into claws and scratched through the coarse hair at the base of Remus’ prick. He cringed even as his eyelids fluttered down in unexpected ecstasy. Minerva noticed and did it again and again causing Remus to bite his lips as he tried to keep his moans inside. “Does you no good, young man. I’ve pulled the pearly emissions from better men than you.” She scratched over his bollocks and had Remus almost howling.
“Why? If it’s…it’s…oh, gods, Minerva!…it’s just a story…” Remus groaned as she used both hands—one with claws, the other with nails—to keep him at the brink of eruption only to sooth him back to a slow, bubbling boil of orgasm.
“You should know better than anyone else that old stories have their roots in the truth.” Minerva leaned forward, her unbound hair tickling Remus’ thighs and making him fleetingly wonder why he’d never fantasized about it during his school days. Her breath was hot and moist as she blew across the damp slit of Remus’ prick; he shook from head to toe and back again. “I’m but one of the keepers of the secret. Not the whole of it, mind, but you’ll have to get past me.” She looked up past Remus’ bobbing prick and licked her lips. “And it’s been a bluudy lang time since I’ve had sich a tasty treat in ma sights.”
Remus actually howled as Minerva—his former Head of House, his former teaching associate…hell, his former mentor—sucked his prick into her mouth, sliding her slightly-elongated canines across his sensitive skin until he felt the back of her throat squeezing around him. On each up stroke, he’d swear she was purring, the vibrations driving him mad.
Minutes passed in sounds and touches. Minerva lapped delicately at Remus’ slit as the pre-come thickened. Remus groaned, giving himself over to the unexpected blow-job…wasn’t he supposed to be dying by now? When Minerva closed her mouth around the mushroom top of Remus’ prick and sucked, Remus obliged with a torrent of pent-up emotion and jism as his orgasm ripped through him.
“Aargh!” he screamed as Minerva seemed to suck the very marrow from his bones.
When Remus came to, he was still tied to the marble altar, but his body was covered by a thin but warm blanket and there was a pillow behind his head.
“About time you woke up, laddie.” Minerva’s hair was once more constrained in its bun, her lips pursed in their everyday prim expression. “Now, will you cease askin’ questions about Hephaestus Nottingham?”
“I’d love to, Minerva. But he’s not only an interesting figure: he’s family. I’d no soon turn my back on him than on you.” Remus’ left hand—hidden from Minerva’s sight by dint of being on the other side of his body—wriggled as Remus began casting a wandless spell. “Besides, why should an insignificant clerk of the Middle Ages cause such trouble?” The ropes on his left ankle and his left arm slithered silently to the floor as Remus kept talking. “I just want to know where my mother’s people come from, Minerva. How can that be so bad?”
Minerva stepped closer, ignorant of the animated ropes crawling around the bottom of the altar. She scowled down at Remus even as a slightly wicked smile twitched over her lips. “Yer a braw lad, Remus Lupin. Too bad…urk!” The ropes twisted around her ankles, drew together and threw Minerva off balance and then wrapped her up tight as she fell with a thud.
Remus concentrated and got the ropes from his right side to let go and then Transfigured a kilt from them. Even bound and partially-gagged, Minerva’s eyes lit up with approval.
“Sorry to spurt and run, Minerva.” Remus backed away as the kilt rippled around his legs. “Next time, leave me more to work with, will you? This is…” he indicated the kilt, “this is a bit distracting.”
Remus ran in the direction his nose said fresh air came from. He’d have to find a hidey-hole and figure out just what he’d gotten himself into.