Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows: Friends and Relations (Part Three)
Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (overall) Secondary Pairings: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Will Scarlet’s Ghost 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: 1,069 [One more time, a post with ‘69’! Whoo hoo!] Genre: Alternate Reality; Romance; Adventure; Mystery Highlight for Warnings: * Bestiality; Rimming; Oral Sex; Fur Fetish * A/N: Blame every pirate, Indiana Jones, western, etc. kind of adventure for this! Time to have some fun! Smutty fun tonight!
My LMoM 2010 entries: Hephaestus Nottinghams’ Golden Arrows
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27 ~ When (Not) to Poke a Sleeping Werewolf and When to Duck (Part Three)
Moony nosed Severus’ crease as his long tongue poked at the trembling hole hidden there. Severus bit his lip and moaned into his folded arms as Moony’s tongue pushed into him. “Nguh! Ah-ah-ah…yes!” Severus cried as Moony pushed forward, filling him with slick wetness and quivering muscle.
The bushes shook as small animals and magical beings flitted through Robin Hood’s Howl. Neither Severus nor Moony reacted; they were too caught up with Severus squealing and squirming. An errant fairy flew by and sprinkled some dust on the two, making them glow in the moonlight.
Severus bit his own arm as more of Moony’s tongue entered him, loosening his hole for what was to come. He muttered into his skin, “Give it to me! Fill me!” Moony heard and his teeth scraped the tender, hidden skin as he tried to plunge more of his rasping tongue inside his mate. The moon was at its apex when Moony pulled away from Severus, licking lightly as he relished Severus’ taste. “More! More! More!” Severus babbled, empty but only for a moment.
Moony pushed Severus’ back lower and draped himself over his mate’s shaking buttocks, his red and engorged wolf prick rubbing in Severus’ crease before Severus reached between his legs and guided it into his loosened entrance. His high-pitched scream cut off sharply as Moony’s prick slid ball’s-deep. They rocked together with Moony’s sharp claws pressing into Severus’ thighs, the scratches spiking Severus’ passion and the smell of blood spurring the werewolf to greater depths.
When Severus orgasmed, he screamed out, “Remus!” The rest was babbled praise. Moony felt the constrictions around his prick and thrust home with a bruising plunge and a controlled bite on the back of Severus’ neck. Severus curled into a ball on his knees, holding Moony’s body up as the knot swelled, locking them together. A cloud floated across the Moon’s face and the fairy dust glowed on sweaty skin and matted fur.
As the knot of Moony’s prick deflated, Severus fell forward with a sigh and then turned onto his side. Moony fell to the other side, across Severus’ legs, with his tail lazily wagging over them. Severus grinned as Moony licked around his mouth and flashed him a lupine grin.
The fur waving over his skin seemed to work its own magic on Severus’ cock as it picked its proud head back up. “Keep that up and I’ll come again, all over that furry face.” Severus flopped over on his back and let the cool night air dry the sweat they’d worked up. When Moony’s heavy head landed on his thigh, Severus reached down and raked his fingers through the thick fur, the touch urging his cock to rise higher. “I love your fur. Soft and thick like your hair, but wild.” Severus clenched his fingers in Moony’s ruff and tugged the werewolf over his body, the fur dragging over the sensitized head of his reddening cock.
“Ahh! That fur! Like tiny fingers rubbing me, rubbing over my quickening cock…” Severus whispered. Moony’s ears flickered and he shook over Severus’ body, twisting over Severus’ cock. With each writhing move, Severus’ eyes rolled in his head and he thrust up into Moony’s furry underbelly, cool as his back pressed into the moors and burning where he was covered by his lupine lover.
“Damn good, damn good, damn good,” Severus chanted as he sped up his thrusts, his fingers clawing through Moony’s ruff. Moony huffed in time with Severus’ rolling hips and then absorbed Severus’ quaking emissions. “So damn good…” Severus sighed and fell directly into sleep.
Moony lay over Severus until he heard Severus’ soft breaths. He rolled over and licked Severus clean and then rooted through the pile of his clothing to find his tunic and drag it over Severus’ lap. Once his mate was covered, Moony curled up at Severus’ side, waiting for Will Scarlet to reappear. The Yorkshire Moors buzzed with nightlife all around them.
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Will Scarlet chuckled as he solidified just past the high bushes of the hollow and saw Moony guarding a sated and asleep Severus Snape. The sound was low but Moony’s head swiveled in his direction with bared teeth. When Will whistled softly, Moony’s hackles settled back and Moony sat up at attention.
“You are a very regal beast, Wizard-Wolf Lupin. You and Athena would have loved to run together, sending the hares coursing and the deer fleeing.” Will plucked his lute from the air and strummed lightly, crafting a song to wake Severus slowly.
The soft tune worked much like the rising sun and drew Severus from his sex-induced rest. He licked his dry lips and a cool mug was pressed into his chest. “So good of you to wake, cousin. Your mate’s a fierce guardian.” Will held the cool mug of water until Severus could heave himself up on his elbow and grab it for a greedy gulp. “Ah, a good seeing-to does parch a man, doesn’t it?” Moony gave an amused woof and rolled onto his back and waved all four legs in the air.
“I see you two didn’t stay on the tapestry for long,” Will said with a sly grin. “You’ll want to look at it closely, Severus. Athena left some information there that will help you swat those pernicious flies of Keepers right off their high-and-mighty horses’ arses.”
Severus sat up properly to laugh. “So, I’ve been carrying around history that’s useful and when we use it—for purposes most likely not intended—we find out it will do what exactly? Save us? Or just throw a spanner into the works of the Keepers?” He crossed his arms, the illusion of stiff black robes making Will blink once or twice.
“The tapestry will show you where the Golden Sheaf is. It will also release all the Golden Arrows Remus wears.” Will watched as Severus flushed with anger, a washed-out dark grey in the moonlight and shadows. “You didn’t see them yet, did you?” Will asked in a soft voice.
“No one marks my mate but me, damn it!” Severus ground out. “What were all those ancient arses thinking of when they made those thrice-damned Golden fecking Arrows?” Moony crawled close and laid his head in Severus’ lap, a warm presence that soothed some of Severus’ ire.
Rival Claims: Hear the name Robin Hood and the place that comes to mind is Nottingham. But could the legendary figure actually have been a Yorkshireman..?
Places which carry the name Robin Hood Robin Hood's Bay: East Coast of Yorkshire, otherwise known as Baytown. First recorded 1544. Traditionally, Robin left here to harbour at Staithes. Prior to 1544 it was known as Baytown.
Robin Hood's Howl: 1 mile west of Kirby Moorside, Between Pickering and Helmsley, in North Yorkshire. A hole or hollow on the south facing scarp of the North Yorkshire Moors
The North York Moors (also known as the North Yorkshire Moors) is a national park in North Yorkshire, England. The moors are one of the largest expanses of heather moorland in the United Kingdom.