pre_raphaelite1 (pre_raphaelite1) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-06 23:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: pre_raphaelite1, kink: bestiality, kink: dubious consent, kink: felching, kink: rimming, remus/sirius |
LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #6 [Remus/Sirius, NC-17]
Title: Scentillation (Revisited): Lurid (#6)
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Kink(s): bestiality, rimming, dubcon, felching *sings* 'These are a few of my favourite things.'
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 1365
Notes: All subtitles and summaries are names and descriptions of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. I'm merely fangirling them with Remus/Sirius pron. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. Click on the pervy_werewolf tag of my username for previous entries.
Today's Scent Description/Summary: Shocking, horrific, fierce, savage, sensationalized, luminous and hazy: black currant, Bulgarian lavender and white musk with a dollop of thick resin and a voltaic charge of ozone notes.
Scentillation(Revisited): Lurid (#6)
All he could see was the wolf's burning amber eyes. Nothing familiar left in them. He'd seen the last glimpse of light brown before they closed in shrieking pain. And now there was nothing human left. He'd watched as the pale scarred skin was lost under thick fur; as elegant fingers were drawn back into massive paws; as the softness of adoring mouth ferally twisted into an animal's snarl.
As the wolf stared him down, he took a step back but kept his eyes on him. He wasn't going to look away. Not with danger so near. The wolf growled, dark and warning as his fur bristled, making him seem all that much larger. He dropped his head a bit, chin lowering, in hopes that just that bit of deference would be enough for the werewolf. But it wasn't. The growl came again and Sirius forced himself to dart his gaze to the side briefly, just a quick attempt to appease the wolf.
But the wolf was faster than the man and had taken advantage of the averted gaze, leaping forward and knocking him to the ground. Sirius shouted in surprise, arms coming up to protect himself, forearms pressing into the fur-covered chest. But he was too heavy, too strong, and the sharp teeth reached down toward his face, snapping sharply only millimeters from his throat.
“No! Moony! Fuck. Don't. C'mon. Oh fuck, Remus. Don't.”
Moony growled at him, eyes boring down into Sirius'. Sirius quivered under him then ever so slowly surrenders to the wolf. His arms ease back down to his own chest, resting awkwardly there, fingers curled into his palms. One more quieter growl and Sirus' eyes closed before he very reluctantly lifted up his chin, exposing, offering his throat- and all that offer meant- to him. Moony's head lowered even more, teeth parting, stretching wide part, and Sirius' heart stopped.
Then it fearfully crept back into beat again nothing happened. Sirius exhaled raggedly and looked up to find Moony backing off him, nose trailing down his stomach.. It jabbed into his groin and Sirius gasped, curling forward reflexively as his balls were jarred painfully.
“Fuck.”
Suddenly, his hips were wrenched to the side then down by his trousers. Sirius' face hit the ground before he could get his hands out to stop the abrupt repositioning. He gave a pained hiss as the rough ground scraped over his cheek and he tried to scramble up again, instead of laying there face-down with a werewolf behind him; but a snap of jaws caught him by the back of the trousers, and dragged him back into place. A sharp twist of his head, Moony ripped the back of Sirius' trousers with an audible sheering of fabric. For the second time in his life, Sirius wished he wore pants.
When the first piece of fabric was dropped in favour of tearing out a second one over his arse, Sirius understood this wasn't merely a show of dominance being enacted. Moony had increasingly obvious intentions.
“Oh fuck- Shit, Moony, you-” his words broke off in a strangled sound as his arse, his entire cleft was licked by a very wide, very long tongue. He went still, everything but the quick beat of his heart and the rise of his hardening cock. Shocked and more than a little aroused, he stared blankly at the ground before him, unsure of what to do now.
Any thoughts of moving or even thinking rationally were abruptly shattered as Moony began licking his arsehole with surprisingly focused flicks of his tongue. It was fast and intense, pressure building behind his tongue, against Sirius' hole. Sirius whines as he feels his cock throbbing in response to the hot push of a tongue, of Moony's tongue against his pucker, continuing unrelentingly it started to stab into him. Sirius' head snapped up, unbound black hair brushing over his shoulders as he rose up to his knees and forearms, as he pressed back to his tongue. Deeper and deeper it went, lighting up nerves with alarming speed. Each time Sirius thought that was the farthest it could go, then it thrust in more, higher into him.
“Oh god, oh fucking god, Moony” Sirius moaned. The wolf growled and pressed his tongue into Sirius' hole one more time before pulling it back out with a loud slurp. He snapped his jaws a few times as he licked his muzzle, Sirius left whimpering in mindless need.
Before Sirius could sort out his pleasure addled brain and register that being on his hands and knees with an anally fixated werewolf was a not the smartest thing in the world, Moony rose up over him, mounting him, front legs wrapping around Sirius' sides and chest. Sirius jolted under him, but this only brought his saliva-slicked arse into contact with the flushed point of Moony's protruding cock.
“Moony- you- no. You can't... Oh fucking hell you can't fuck me. Please. No. Not- Nnghfuck!” Sirius shouted this last word as Moony's bobbing cock found its mark and slammed into him, making his arse burn and clench around it. He shook his head frantically but the wolf paid no attention to the gesture or its meaning; instead, he shifted his weight, balancing on Sirius' back and his hind legs and began thrusting frantically, pistoning his cock in and out of Sirius' arsehole. Sirius shouted and twisted, trying to end the stabbing pain, but Moony held him firmly, claws scraping over his sides as he repositioned himself once more. He bend his head down, muzzle pressing into black hair, his breath rushing hotly through it and over the back of Sirius' neck as he fucked him. His tail raised and hips swinging in rapid fluidity, Moony started to growl into Sirius' hair.
Sirius attempted to answer him but words, even syllables, were beyond him at this point so his response was as animalistic as Moony's command: a long, drawn out whine. But he put all his weight onto one forearm, trying to bear up under the considerable weight on his back, so he could take his own cock in hand. His cheeks burned as he stroked himself, his cock impossibly, shamefully hard under this onslaught of fur and cock. He couldn't keep up with the speed of Moony's cock, couldn't begin to match the impossibly fast pace, but he tried to, allowing the tightness of his hand around his cock to ease the sting of Moony's rutting prick in his arse, slamming the thick knot of it again and again against Sirius' hole
Moony came first, marked by a brief yip and a copious rush of fluid into Sirius' arse. The come leaked out around his still moving cock, dripping down along the back of Sirius' balls. Sirius dropped his head forward, cheek even hotter now at how dirty he felt, being used like this, having a fur-covered body pressing down on him, of being covered in distinctly unhuman hot come, and a few strokes more and he too was coming, trembling as he milked out his own release with stuttering movements of his hand.
When Moony pulled out and slipped down to one side, Sirius was able to breathe again but he rested his heated face to the ground, leaving his abused and dripping arse up. Moony's cool nose bumped over the side of one of his arsecheeks, and Sirius groaned pitifully when the wolf started to lick messily at his arse, tongue sweeping over the coated skin, dipping into the gaping hole with audible slurps. He groaned again, shaking his head weakly. It was too much, too fucking much now.
But the attention continued, the wordless whimpers for him to stop only encouraging Moony to lick deeper, faster, and Sirius' head began to spin. Round and round the room began to go as his tongue popped in and out of his arse, bright spots of light flashing behind closed eyes until his body could take it no more. Sirius shuddered with painful intensity then slumped bonelessly to the ground, falling headlong into darkness.
First person to leave feedback gets to choose the BPAL scent as the prompt/inspiration for the next day’s ficlet! Should this not work out, I'll pick a reviewer at my discretion. Thanks to loony4lupin (again!) for this one.