Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall) Secondary Pairings: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Remus/Severus + Harry, Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy 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: 1,073 Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Voyeurism; Oral Sex; Felching; Sexual Tale to Enhance Sexcapade * 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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23 ~ In Memory, Remus’ Prowess Brings Arrows and Pleasure
Godric Gryffindor returned to his portrait in the secret room and saw Remus cradling Severus to his chest in his sleep. He also saw the holes in the stone wall from six of Hephaestus’ Golden Arrows. “Merciful Merlin preserve us,” he breathed out.
“I see the intrepid Lion has returned to his pride. What news of the Headmistress?” Salazar slipped into Godric’s frame without a sound, his hand already reaching for Godric’s. They met and Godric pulled Salazar close. “Has the renewed Earth Magick done anything to her yet?”
“The Wildcat of Scotia is still in charge, if that’s what you mean. But when Remus’ Shadow manifested in her rooms, there was a spy. I followed the lines of Remus’ Shadows throughout the castle and found one other that was as randy as our young Hufflepuff heir.” Godric stared at Remus’ sleeping form. “I’d say the Old Magick translated a werewolf’s stamina well, Sala. The Astronomy Professor is shy most of the dark taint upon her magic, as is Headmistress McGonagall.”
Rowena stepped from her portrait and faced the two wizard in Godric’s frame. “Doesn’t it strike you as odd that Remus Gryffindor and sex are going hand-in-hand?” Ravenclaw tapped her lips with one finger and mused out loud. “We three were always up for a tumble, yet Helga was a virgin until her Johannus came to us. I would have thought Remus would have been in her house, cautious romantic hero that he is. How the blue blazes did the Sorting Hat put him into Gryffindor?” She smoothed a finger over her chin and grinned. “Although…he does have the vigor of a kingly beast, does he not?”
Salazar and Godric laughed softly. Salazar leaned forward to whisper, “Aye, he does! And my Serpent is a very lucky man.”
“We should be watching for the High Keeper, not staring at a sleeping Gryffindor and his mate!” Helga stood behind Rowena, arms crossed and fuming. “This has gone on long enough! I want my grandson safe for once.” Her icy blue eyes flashed and motes of Wild Magic floated around her.
“You know Salazar has his spies out there,” Rowena said. She pulled Helga close and turned to point at the bed. “That man, your grandson, is still a loving, brave wizard. He has a mate and friends, and power to be tapped when he needs it. And…” Rowena hugged Helga and smiled. “We are here for however long he needs us, sex or no sex.”
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Draco rolled off of Harry’s body, his arse clenching around the come in it even as the muscles quivered. “Damn, Harry! Do all Gryffindors have this stamina?” he asked. Harry gasped and laughed.
“Why, yes, we do! You should see Remus and Snape go!” Harry blew up at the sweaty hair sticking to his eyelashes. “I walked in on them once…
“Snape was bent over holding his ankles, jacket and shirt still on, trousers and pants around his bony knees. Remus had his face pressed in his arse, sucking and slurping.” Draco wriggled around and tapped on Harry’s legs, indicating he should talk and move. “How was I to know that room at Grimmauld Place was so popular for sex? I went there for a solitary wank now and then, and there they were…Snape all pale in the shadowy room and Remus naked behind him, on his knees.”
Draco backed up over Harry’s chest and felt those callused fingers opening him up and the warm jism dribbling out on Harry’s chin. It moved against his aching muscles and made him moan as Harry talked.
“This was before I met you, the real you.” Harry pulled Draco’s buttocks farther apart and nosed the leaking hole, lapping at the jism he’d deposited there. “This was what Remus was doing…sucking and slurping out his come hotter than it left his cock…just like I’m doing.”
Draco let his head fall forward as Harry replayed Remus’ felching, perfectly mimicking Severus’ lip-biting groans and whimpers. Minutes passed as Harry emptied Draco with alacrity.
Harry licked his lips and kissed both arse cheeks, massaging them as he picked up his story once more. “I pulled my cock out right then and there, love. It was so damned hot! Snape’s moans were low, cutting right through to my balls, and Remus was growling into his arse. I could see Remus’ tongue and his teeth and there was Snape on display…”
“Nguh! Yeah, do that again,” Harry asked. Draco licked Harry’s waking cock, cleaning it as Harry had cleaned him, turned on by the thought of growling and teeth near his cock and balls…as long as Harry was the one doing it!
“He-he-he never let go of his ankles, bent like-like-like a bow ready to let fly,” Harry stuttered as Draco mouthed his cockhead. His fingers curved into Draco’s arse, holding on, to what Draco didn’t know and didn’t care. “You Slyth-Slytherins are so pale, so lean…he made me look at you differently. And you lived-lived up to his exam-example.”
“Rem-Remus nosed into Snape’s crack, his tongue working him as one-one hand tugged at those impress-impressive balls. I touch-touched myself in time with the-them and when Snape finally came…he exploded!” Harry’s hip thrust up, pushing his filling cock into Draco’s warm mouth and giving that wicked tongue more to caress. “Spouts of it! Rain-rainbows all over. Took ever-everything I had not to flinch whe-when Snape grabbed his wan-wand and poin-pointed at me-me!” Harry was finding it hard to string two words together as Draco worked his bollocks with nimble fingers.
“Remus sat-sat there and laughed, his cock and ball-balls out and limp. If I couldn’t have you, I would have gone-gone back to-to them and ask-asked for a threeeee…” Harry buried his face between Draco’s muscular globes and sucked and nipped for all he was worth.
Draco smirked around Harry’s cock as it grew longer on his tongue. Soon he’d have to regale Harry with his own history with Remus. Until then, it was time to get fucked again. Morgana, Gryffindors are so easy! Draco hummed and felt Harry’s face pressing into his arse again. I’m so glad!
As they made love again, a Golden Arrow appeared around Draco’s middle finger and Harry’s middle finger. Their memories of Remus added a magical spice to this round and two more golden arrows disappeared from Remus’ spine.
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Reference
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