LMOM 11 - Day 7 Whipped / Remus solo sort of / NC-17
Title: Whipped
Author/Artist: nimrod_9 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus solo with a little help from a gentle Whomping Willow
Kink(s): dream sex, masturbation, whipping
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011 Word count [if applicable]: 711
Warning: Unbeta'd. Mentions of the Giant Squid.
A/N: Congrats to every one who made the first week!! *claps wildly*
It suddenly came to Remus that he was naked. Naked, out of doors and to make the picture perfect he had was hard. He should have wanked this morning, obviously. Slowly, he twirled in a circle and took in his surroundings. HogwartsCastle, BlackLake, Whomping Willow, check, check, and check. This was his worst nightmare come true. Well, not exactly the worst. The worst consisted of him naked at Hogwarts in the Potions classroom and someone wanted to use his prick as a stirring rod. Of course, most people would think his worst nightmare would include him turning someone into a werewolf; that wasn't simply a nightmare, but an all too real possibility.
The grass was warm under his feet, so he surmised it was summertime. Hopefully, he was correct and he wouldn't be running into any adolescents while in this state of complete undress. He turned at looked towards the castle; he probably could get some clothing there, but somehow that didn't hold any great appeal. His gaze shifted to the lake. That was a possibility; the cold water would probably shrivel his hard-on down to a flaccid, manageable state. He shivered, not at the thought of the cold water, but at the stories he'd heard about the Giant Squid. It was said any man who went in the water erect would cause the Giant Squid to come and investigate, using her tentacles. His prick may just have shrunk a bit as his body quaked slightly. He thought he might skip finding out if that were true.
His gaze turned to the Whomping Willow as its branches swayed around it. Granted, it could be harsh and even violent, but today it looked much like a willow that you would find down near any stream or bog. It reminded him of a great cat-o-nine-tails. Remus quivered, this time in anticipation. He'd love to feel the thin, flexible branches against his back. It had been so long since he'd been with anyone who would play those kinds of games.
He was propelled quickly over to the willow, and he cautiously took a step towards it. The tree continued to sway in a most non-threatening manner. He stepped closer and then closer still. Finally, he was within arms length of it and he reached to touch the bark. It wasn't what he had expected at all, tree bark tended to be hard and scratchy this was slightly rough, but soft at the same time. He moved closer until the tip of his prick touched the bark. It was ideal rough and soft, like a cat's tongue. He put one palm to the tree and he frotted himself against it.
It was wonderful and his prick leapt in eagerness against it. Now, if he could just feel the light sting of the branches against his back it would be perfect. It was as if the tree read his thoughts and the branches slapped across his back. He rocked harder against the bark and relished the sting on his back. More. His thoughts were rewarded with more branches across his shoulders, his back and his arse. It was a symphony in pleasure-pain.
He wanted it to last forever, but suddenly he felt his hand as he wanked frantically. Wait. He had to slow down; he hadn’t asked permission. What if the tree didn't want to be creamed, what if his emission would change something, what if he would be crushed by the branches if he did. His balls drew up tight. He had to wait, had to ask. Three branches at once slapped his arse. It was too much! He didn't wait; his prick pulsed and pulsed covering the bark with his essence. A violent tremor shook his body, he had angered the tree.
His eyes blinked rapidly. He stared blankly at this pillow as his prick twitched and shrank back to size. The rough, cat-tongue like surface was the towel he'd tied around his waist after his shower. He'd fallen asleep, and actually had a dream in which he had come all over himself. Remus shook his head and rolled onto his back.
The Whomping Willow. The Giant Squid. He was truly depraved. Then he chuckled wryly, Merlin he needed to get laid.