Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-28 11:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: real_life_rosy, kink: bestiality, kink: face shot, kink: oral sex, kink: rimming, remus/severus |
LMoM: Tried and True, 28
Title: Tried and True
Author: Rosy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus and Sevy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Kink(s): bestiality, oral sex, face shot
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Summary: In every genre, there are cliches. That includes pornography.
Notes: Really, I just wanted to do something fun and silly. :D Plus I thought, "Hey... wouldn't it be funny if someone wrote a smut fic like in Stranger Than Fiction where one of the characters hears the narrator?"
Word Count: 1,989
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Severus Snape was in extremely deep excrement.
"Have I ever told you that you have a marvelous talent for understatement?"
Macnair and the elder Lestrange were dragging him through the underbelly of the manor that served as the Dark Lord's current base of operations. He had been stripped and beaten before this, and was in no fine state to put up much resistance. They took him to the deepest cell in the catacombs, the light coming from the sputtering, smoking torches. Severus glanced up, the grated window at the end of the hallway showed nothing but reddish light; the sun sinking below the horizon.
They pulled open the cell door and flung him in without much ceremony. He hit the floor with a dull thud, rolling until he smacked rather painfully into the wall.
"I hope you have an enjoyable evening, Snape," Rodolphus crooned. "I know your companion will." With that, they slammed the door, laughing as they made their way back to the upper rooms.
"Severus?"
Severus was not unsurprised to hear Remus Lupin's voice, nor was he surprised when Remus gingerly helped him to sit. "At least they didn't crack a rib," he grumbled, pushing his hair out of his face.
"What happened?" Remus asked, looking at him in the dim light. The sun was almost down, and the room would be in total darkness once it vanished beneath the mountains. until the moon rose, at any rate. "The last thin I remember was sleeping in our room... and then... I was here."
"They probably knocked you over the head before they dragged you here," Severus said, groaning a little. "They've discovered my true sympathies, I'm afraid. Hence why I was tossed in here."
Remus looked at him. Then, his eyes widened. "No... oh gods above no..." A panic bordering madness filled his face. "The moon... the moon is tonight... they mean for me to... to..."
"I'm afraid so," Severus said quietly.
"No..." Remus shook his head. "No, there must be something..."
Severus shook his head. "I'm afraid they've snapped my wand. And I'm... in no state to do any sort of wandless magic."
"Severus..." Remus said, his voice high with strain. "Severus... I can't..." He cast his eyes about, looking for some implement to stave off what would undoubtedly happen. "There has to be something..."
Severus was quiet, letting his head rest against the wall and closing his eyes. He was... strangely still and quiet. There was no need to plot, to plan. As ways to die went... well. It would most likely be quick... not painless, of course, but quick.
"Wait..." Remus looked at him. "Wait... there's a way." He crawled over to Severus, running his hands through his lover's hair. "Severus, there's a way. Werewolves won't hurt their Mates."
Severus raised an eyebrow. "Mate? Am I not already?"
Remus was quiet. "No... we're lovers but... no. Not officially." He brushed a kiss against Severus' lips. "It's risky but..."
Severus nodded. "It's not as though we have much other choice." He sat upright, wincing a bit. "And what shall I do?"
Remus was quiet. "Take me into your mouth," he said, the plan obviously churning in his brain. "Suck me... but when I come... let me pull out. I'll cover your face and throat..."
Severus smiled at him. "Hmm... sounds positively debauched."
"Now isn't the time for jests, Severus!" Remus said. "We have very little time and.."
"I know," Severus said. "Forgive me... it's a sort of gallows humor." He reached for Remus, sliding his hands along his lover's thighs. "You'll have to help me, I'm afraid." Severus managed to get up on his knees, resting against the wall. "Come.."
Remus moved forward, but it was quite obvious he would require some sort of help. He was afraid, deathly afraid. And that didn't bode well for arousal. Severus brushed a kiss against Remus' thigh, first soft. Then, a slower, deeper, sucking kiss against the soft skin. He trailed those kisses up, up, to nuzzle and mouth at Remus' balls. Remus breathed deeply, his arousal slow to build, but building none the less. His cock lengthened and filled, and Remus' hand found his way into Severus' hair.
Severus licked along his length, and then took it into his mouth. He sucked, bobbing up and down. He knew just how to wriggle his tongue, just when to suck and when to let Remus rock into his mouth. Remus' breathing became jagged and rough, the small moan of Severus' name accompanying a slight twitch of his cock.
Severus pulled back, just before Remus cried out softly, pulsing over his face and throat. Remus moaned, the last pulse of milky liquid trailing down Severus' cheek. Remus dropped to his knees and kissed Severus deeply, feverishly, his fingers spreading his seed over Severus' throat, rubbing it into the skin.
"Gods please," Remus breathed. "Please let this work..."
Severus reached up to pet his hair. "It'll be all right..."
Remus kissed him again. "After it happens, when he comes... you must submit. Don't look him in the eyes at first; he'll see it as a challenge. Let him... let him..."
Severus silenced these instructions with a kiss. "Shh..."
Remus held onto him fiercely, desperately... then scrambled away as watered down moonlight began to fill the room. "Severus..." he gasped, and then was flung to the floor by the force of the convulsion. Severus crawled forward only a few feet before Remus screamed at him to stop. And then... he could only watch.
Severus watched in horrified fascination as Remus' body contorted. His bones and joints cracked painfully, snapping into inhuman proportions. His knees bent backwards, his hands curled and constricted into massive paws. His nails became blunt, dark claws. His back arched upwards, the spine cracking and shifting. Severus tried to block out the inhuman screams, the pain that radiated through the room.
The screams shifted into a high, keening note. A beautiful, yet dangerous sound. Severus looked away until he could hear the beast panting. He glanced up, seeing the Wolf lying in the puddle of moonlight. The massive body was not the amalgamation of beast and man so many associated with the werewolf. It was a massive wolf; standing, the shoulders would come to Severus' hips. The head was large enough for the jaws to easily encompass a melon. Its muscles rippled under the heavy pelt of fur. The topcoat was a silvery-gray, resembling a cloud gilded by moonlight. The undercoat was white, showing at the belly and along its throat and muzzle.
The Wolf was quite beautiful, and quite deadly.
When it heaved itself onto its broad paws, Severus looked down quickly. He could hear the soft, growling breathing, the clicks of the Wolf's blunt claws against the stone floor. He remained kneeling, his hands fisted against his thighs, his eyes down. When he saw the broad, dangerous looking paws come into his vision. He took a deep breath, trying to keep still.
The Wolf snarled, and Severus felt that hot, wet breath against his face. Then... it snuffed at him. It scented him, breathing deeply. Severus remembered what Remus said, and bared his throat, tipping his head far to the side. He felt the wet nose against his skin, felt the deep huffs of breath as the Wolf continued to scent him.
Then, the broad, long tongue lapped at his throat and jaw. Severus took a shuddering breath, and the Wolf rumbled to him softly. He licked Severus' throat, then moved lower. The collarbone... the sternum... when that hot, slick tongue brushed his nipple, Severus gasped, his body arching involuntarily.
The Wolf gave a low, rumbling purr, and licked him again. Severus felt a ripple of arousal skitter along his nerves. The adrenaline already pumping through his veins made fear easy to turn to arousal. He arched again into the broad sweep of the Wolf's tongue, moaning softly. The Wolf nuzzled him, and then dropped his head and pushed it against Severus' chest, firmly enough that Severus fell backwards.
He braced himself on his elbows, and got his first real look at the Wolf. The long muzzle, flashed with white. The golden amber eyes full of feral, if inhuman intelligence. Its teeth were long and sharp, the chest broad. Quickly, he looked away, not wanting to challenge the Wolf inadvertently. When he felt the soft underbelly against his chest and hips, Severus gasped, the Wolf again lapping at his nipples. Severus moaned, his hips arching up against the warm, furred body above him.
The Wolf again gave that growling purr and worked its way down. Severus panted, his fingers clawing at the floor as he felt that long, hot, wet tongue lap at his cock. His back arched, thrusting his hips up. The Wolf lapped at him, the agile tongue wrapping almost entirely around his length.
It was so very very wrong to be aroused by the Wolf... and yet Severus couldn't help but arch and moan into his attentions.
When he thought he might spill against the Wolf's tongue, the beast lifted his head to look at Severus. Then, with another nudge of his muzzle, he pushed against Severus' hip. Severus moaned, and rolled over, drawing his knees up and spreading them. His ass high, his head down, he could only groan against the floor when the Wolf sniffed him.
And then... then he felt the broad, wet tongue against his crease. It wormed its way deeper, breaching the entrance of his body easily. Severus let his eyes close, groaning as he was worked open. The Wolf's tongue was long, reaching deep inside of him. It slicked him and eased him, and soon enough Severus was shuddering in pleasure, panting a litany of pleas into the dusty floor.
The tongue left him, and Severus whimpered softly when he felt the broad chest against his back. The Wolf's blunt claws scraped at his sides as it found purchase. When he felt the heated press of that impossibly long sex against him, Severus gasped and then moaned.
The Wolf sheathed himself in an easy stroke, and Severus cried out in an intense blend of pleasure and pain. The Wolf was larger and longer than anything he'd ever had fill him. His body stretched to accommodate it, even as the tip easily found the hidden bundle of nerves. He gasped and yowled when the Wolf began rutting into him. Sharp, fast, deep movements that drove him quickly to the edge.
He cried out, clawing at the floor, gasping and moaning and begging. Not to stop... for more.
Severus reached beneath him, his hand closing around his cock. He needed to do nothing more; the Wolf's sharp thrusts pushed his cock roughly into the circle of his own fingers. Severus' pleasure burned inside of him, a fire that refused to be quenched. He felt himself teeter on the edge of some indefinable abyss... before the Wolf pushed him over. With an almost inhuman scream, Severus climaxed, his back arching, his head thrown back as his body spasmed with the force of it.
He felt the Wolf's tongue brush his neck, felt the beast's prick pulse within him... and then he felt the thick, scalding ejaculate filling his body.
When the Wolf pulled out, he whined softly, lapping at Severus' back. Severus let himself slide to the floor, panting heavily. The Wolf curled around him, lapping at his face and throat and back, easing him. Severus nestled closer, tucking his head against the Wolf's throat, his hand curling over the well-muscled shoulder.
The fur beneath his fingers was soft and warm, and the heartbeat against Severus' chest was a soothing comfort. Severus let himself drift into a deep sleep, comforted by the Wolf's body. They would be rescued... he believed that. The others would come for Remus... and Remus would take him along.
But for now, Severus slept, wrapped in warmth.