Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows: Arrow Flight (Part One)
Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall) Secondary Pairings: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall/Remus Lupin, Aurora Sinistra/Shadow-Remus 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: 782 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Dream Sex (shades of Ghost Sex); allusion to Sex Magic; Het; 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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20 ~ When Remus and Ritual Collide and the Stars Burst
Minerva writhed under covers, her magic manifesting dream-Remus’ emissions on her tongue. Her curtains blew in a nonexistent wind as Minerva sighed and sleepily touched herself. A Shadow-Remus appeared, pushing up the covers of Minerva’s bed. Minerva’s arms opened to the shadow and then Shadow-Remus began making love to her,
Aurora Sinistra watched on through the crystal ball she used to spy upon her former mentor. When the Shadow-Remus moved over Minerva, Aurora gasped. Shadow-Remus dipped his head and the faint outline of a bird could be seen behind its right ear. Remus Lupin was touched by a Founder!
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Hogwarts Castle fairly glowed with renewed Earth Magick coursing through its stone walls and floors. As Minerva dreamed, Shadow-Remuses began popping into existence all over the castle. Some went on their merry ways, smiling and waving as they faded into the walls and floors, others—like the one that appeared in Sinistra’s room had another intent.
Shadow-Remus stealthily approached Aurora, a wicked grin on his face. His eyes were dark and his teeth were sharp as he slowly bent over her back to watch Minerva’s dreams come true. As Sinistra reared back in surprise, Shadow-Remus caught her in his translucent arms with a low growl. She screamed.
“Mustn’t watch when not invited.” Shadow-Remus manifested a more lupine appearance, the fine hairs springing through its skin in a wink. The brush of it made Aurora squeak and then bite her tongue, trying to keep some semblance of control. “The Founders don’t like this abuse of their hospitality…” Shadow-Remus rubbed his furry face against Aurora’s neck and cheek, the low growl rumbling through to her bones. “Bad professor, bad, bad, bad.”
“You are not real. You cannot hurt me.” Sinistra wriggled her arm and her wand fell into her hand. “The Keepers will not allow you to grow stronger. Remus Lupin will not unleash the Golden Flight!” she muttered even as Shadow-Remus’ claw-tipped and furry hand grabbed hers and snapped her wand. Aurora wailed in Shadow-Remus’ captive embrace.
“You deem Remus unfit to open a treasure chest that has been waiting for him for ages?” Shadow-Remus shook Aurora as he spoke. He drifted into her body and she stiffened at the ectoplasmic invasion. “You feel his essence within me. How can you hate such clean and pure energy?” Sinistra shivered as her body responded to both the embrace and the magic; she pressed her legs together and bit her tongue.
“He is unworthy. Werewolves are unclean, even if they are war heroes. And he is weak, too weak to keep the magic safe.” Shadow-Remus slid farther into her body and Aurora moaned as her nerves sang with a line directly to Hogwarts’ own magic. She grew wetter and hotter as Shadow-Remus filled her, all the dark crevices, all the places she’d hidden her weaknesses and her dirty desires. The light that came with the invasion drove her to a shaking, screaming climax in the shade’s embrace.
The orgasm rippled through Sinistra’s mortal body, the invasion of pure Old Magick spreading out along her connection to the other Keepers. All over the Wizarding World, Keepers of the Sheaf orgasmed out some of their Dark Magic. And in a hidden room, an arrow sheaf appeared from its ancient hiding place.
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In the hidden niche of the Chamber of Secrets, the Touchstone Plinth pulsed with a rainbow of light. As the Earth Magick became grounded once more in the world, it began to call to its key: The Golden Arrows of Hephaestus Nottinghams. And the Master of the Key: Remus Lupin.
“Oh!” Remus fell back in the bed, startling his grandmother and Severus. He began writhing and tearing at the robe he wore. Helga floated up and away to the side as Severus threw himself on his groaning lover. “Oh, Severus, it hurts!”
Helga looked dazed and then stared at and seemingly through the stone walls. “It’s the Touchstone! Remus is tied to it because of the ritual that released the Earth Magick back into the world.” The other Founders stepped out of their frames and gathered at the end bed.
“What can I do?” Severus looked down at Remus, now nude and still thrashing under him. Remus’ eyes were closed in a grimace of pain and he bit his lips so hard, that he was bleeding. “It’s killing him, isn’t it?”
Helga looked at her grandson and his distraught mate. “You have to complete the ritual, without Rowena between you. Can you do this, Severus? It will not be pleasant until Remus comes back himself. His magic is now the Old Magick’s.”
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