katekintail (katekintail) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-21 00:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: katekintail, kink: threesome, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/severus, remus/severus/lily |
LMOM: Collared- Part 21
Title: Collared Part 21
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: wanking, threesome
Pairing: Remus/Snape?, Lily/Snape, Remus/Snape/Lily
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 1,462
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Their first real day together could have gone better. Between Remus thinking he would be returned, being too eager to please, and wanting to be disciplined no fewer than three times, Snape had had to tread as carefully as he’d had to when he had been in the Dark Lord’s camp.
It had been a relief to finally tuck the exhausted, half-aware half-blood into bed for the night. Snape had brought a book to bed, but it sat, untouched, on the nightstand. His head raced with thoughts, possibilities, problems, and pain.
He had known Remus needed help but hadn’t had any idea of the extent of the damage. The paperwork said that Remus had been working as a rentboy until the time of his enrollment in the program, so he should have had a tough enough exterior to withstand whatever tortures the other owners set upon him. Yet, somehow, something had broken through. Something had touched him deep inside and he couldn’t break away… or didn’t want to.
“Remus,” Snape sighed softly, rolling onto his back. “What will I do with you?”
The problem was, he wouldn’t be able to bring any more werewolves home for the time being, not with Remus in this condition. There was no telling what he would do if he thought his territory was being invaded by another or if he thought his owner preferred someone else over him. Remus was the worst kind of unstable… and Snape knew how that felt far too well.
“Lily,” he whispered, closing his eyes, and before he knew it, he was stroking himself. The erection he had refused Remus access to earlier was back with eagerness now.
The wank started out the same as every one before it. As he stroked himself, he pictured Lily’s hand where his was. When he bit his lip, he imagined Lily kissing it, tugging playfully on it. When he flicked his fingers at his nipples, he could almost feel Lily’s touch, her breasts, her long red hair brushing over his pale skin.
But this time, the fantasy took a turn he hadn’t expected. Lily was there, all right, but so was Remus. The werewolf was there, lying on one side of him while Lily was on the other. They both touched him, both kissed him. Remus reached down to cup Snape’s balls while Lily swirled slick fingers around the head of Snape’s cock.
Snape moaned loudly, without restraint, and rolled onto his side. He hugged Lily’s beautiful body to his chest, making her his and his alone. She bent one of her knees, lifting her leg, spreading wide, allowing him access. And he slipped inside as if he were made just for her. It was a perfect fit and, Merlin, felt so damn good. But this time, Remus lay behind Snape, an arm draped around him securely. With a generous lubricating spell, Remus slid into Snape’s arsehole exactly when Snape’s body rocked back as he slipped out of Lily.
The sensation strangely new but utterly amazing all the same. If he rocked forward, he went deep into Lily. If he rocked back, Remus went deep into him. Snape thrust back and forth a few times, slowly, getting into the steady rhythm. Then he couldn’t help himself. He moaned and began bucking wildly, gyrating, thrusting, fucking and being fucked all at once.
He came as he had never come before, come gushing out of him like a geyser that had waited years to erupt. Snape pumped his cock until it was empty and vanished the mess afterward with a wave of his wand.
With his mind finally blank and his body physically exhausted, he pulled the covers up over himself and drifted off to sleep.