enigmalea (enigmalea) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-08 10:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: enigmalea, kink: food smut, kink: licking, kink: object insertion, kink: public sex, kink: rimming, kink: sex magic, remus/luna |
LMOM #8: The Art of Going Skyclad [Remus/Luna, NC-17]
Title: The Art of Going Skyclad
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2706
Pairing: Remus/Luna
Kink(s): public sex, wall!sex, licking, rimming, food smut, object insertion, sex magic
Challenge: LMOM #8
Notes: OMG... day 8... and my smut is getting increasingly weirder. What the hell is it going to be like on day 31?
Remus Lupin's post-war life was peaceful-bordering-on-boring. He lived alone, for the first time in many years. After living with accident-prone Tonks, the quietude of living alone seemed particularly depressing. He tried not to dwell on it too much.
He spent his days writing and running errands, and his nights doing much the same. He sometimes went to a nearby pub just to get out and be around people, but for the most part, he spent his nights at home, cooking, cleaning, reading, and perhaps editing what he'd written during the day.
In between times, he missed his lovers and his friends. He'd lost so many in the war. Sure, he still had friends, but it wasn't the same. Nothing had really been the same since Severus had killed Dumbledore. Faced with his lover's supposed final betrayal Remus had turned to Tonks. He saw no reason to resist her any more. One drunken night led to another and another... and then Tonks was pregnant and they were married.
Remus didn't find out until a month later that the child might not be his. Apparently drunken mistakes were a part of her modus operandi. Though they'd discovered Teddy wasn't his and Andromeda gained legal custody, Remus still got visitation... which was nice. He did have some family, even though, technically he was just a step-father.
The biggest change, since the war, was that he was an accomplished published author. He could now afford the Wolfsbane Potion – brewed by its inventor Damocles Belby - and medical care after the change. The potion wasn't as good as Severus' (leave it to him to surpass the inventor), but at least it didn't leave Remus sick.
Molly Weasley had finished the healers training she'd started before becoming pregnant with Bill, and she'd opened an old fashioned clinic, offering natural based care for Muggle and Wizard alike. She only charged what people could afford. Remus, however, could afford plenty, and he paid her well for care before, during, and after the moon. She fed him, made sure he was comfortable and patched him up after Moony (under the influence of the wolfsbane) went for his usual romp.
Although it might be boring, it was comfortable.
It was the day after the full; he'd just settled down with lunch when there was a knock at the door. He frowned at his sandwich before abandoning it. He opened the door without hesitation. After all, the war was over, and so far, no one had made any death threats on him. An average height, slender blond with bright grey eyes stared at him. She wore flowing sky blue robes and lots of silver jewelery... and was that a circlet with a moonstone on her head?
"Ms. Lovegood, what are you doing here?" he asked, clearly shocked.
"I've come to paint you," she stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She entered his foyer and turned to smile up at him. "At least, I'd like to, if you'd let me."
Remus shut the door. It took a moment for his brain to catch up with what she had said. He instantly shied from the idea; who would want to paint him as scarred and unattractive as he was? "Why?" he managed to ask.
"We have a lot in common, you and I," Luna replied evenly.
Remus had a difficult time believing that. She was less than half his age. She was a head-in-the-clouds Ravenclaw, idealistic and innocent to a fault. He was an old, lonely, cynical idealistic Gryffindor werewolf. Mmm... perhaps not so different, but they certainly didn't have a lot in common. "Like what?"
"We have the same nickname," she said with a sad smile. Loony Lupin, indeed. Remus would like to kill Peeves for that one – if the creature had ever been alive, he just might have. "And though we have friends, we are very much alone. I thought perhaps you might understand me. I'd like, very much, to paint someone who understood me – even if it were just once."
Remus frowned deep in thought. How could he turn her away after such a heartfelt plea? It really wouldn't be awful, would it? He'd have to sit for a while... he could likely read and enjoy some tea... maybe some conversation. What would he have to lose? It wasn't as if she were asking to see him naked.
"I -" he began. He really wasn't sure what he'd been about to say. "Thank you, Ms. Lovegood. I'm flattered. When would you like to-"
She beamed up at him, a wide and genuine smile spreading across her face. "Now, of course. Follow me!" she turned on her heel and strode through his house, weaving her way through the rooms and out the back door which opened into the garden. Remus stood stunned before following her, passing by his forgotten sandwich on the way out. "The light out here is perfect," she proclaimed.
"We should probably get ready," she added breaking the awkward silence that followed. She turned her back to him, digging into a tote he hadn't noticed her carrying. She withdrew three glass jars of what Remus assumed was paint and laid them on the ground. One was dark brown, so dark it was nearly black, and one was white; the third contained a shade in between the other two. She laid out three large paint brushes with thick wooden handles shiny and slick from a polyurethane coating. She arranged everything just so before turning to face Remus.
He hadn't moved. He was too busy watching her and wondering what it was he was missing to even consider moving.... or speaking. He wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he knew whatever it was, it was bizarre, and he... he'd certainly missed the day in school where this – whatever it was – had been explained. Perhaps it was the day after the full, and he'd been stuck in the infirmary.
"Why are you wearing clothes?" she asked.
Remus, however, missed her question as his brain had finally started working and he'd asked, "Where's your canvas and easel?"
She smiled at him, a soft laugh falling from between slightly parted lips. "Oh, Professor Lupin, I thought you understood. You are the canvas. I'm painting you."
Remus' brain skipped a beat... and another. "Excuse me?" he asked. "Painting me?"
"Yes. Your skin. I should probably be truthful... I saw you this morning, at the Burrow, after your change. You were glorious naked; your skin is so beautiful. I'd been fantasizing about painting you for some time, but seeing that brought it all back," she explained, her tone very matter of fact.
Remus shifted on his feet. His skin wasn't beautiful and letting a former student paint his naked body was an idea that made him uncomfortable at best. "I – I – I'm not very comfortable with being naked, out here, where any one can see me," he replied, voicing his inner turmoil. "And I'm not certain that this is entirely appropriate, considering our relationship -"
Luna laughed. "What relationship? You were my teacher... for a year. I'm an adult. You're an adult. And there is certainly nothing to be ashamed of. It's natural. What better way to show precisely how natural it is than to go skyclad?"
Remus blinked. Skyclad?! Who in their right mind had let Luna Lovegood near Muggle New Age books? She crossed to him, laying her small hand with it's long, thin fingers on his chest. "Please let me do this for you. It is an experience we will both enjoy."
For some reason, Remus couldn't bring himself to disagree, especially after she stepped back from him and pushed her long flowing robes from her shoulders. He was suddenly faced with the perfect image of feminine divine beauty. Her round pert breasts weren't too large nor too small – they were the perfect handful he and Sirius used to fantasize about during their mutual wank sessions. Though she wasn't tall, by any means, her legs were still long and slender, and they led his gaze up from the ground to the perfect muscular globes of her arse. The next thing he knew, he was on his back, naked, grass tickling his skin, gentle breeze teasing his prick
Luna knelt between his legs and opened the jars of paint. A warm, sweet smell traveled the breeze to reach his nose. Merlin, the jars were filled with melted chocolate – dark, milk, and white. Remus groaned. He had the feeling this was going to lead somewhere very far from painting. A dry paint brush slid down his neck very slowly, trailing over his chest, swirling around his nipples. He inhaled sharply, skin tingling at the tickling sensation. "Close your eyes," she whispered. He obeyed.
He could smell the bittersweet dark chocolate as she drew on his skin with the gently warmed substance. She must have had a warming charm on it which kept it the perfect temperature. She followed the same path as before, sliding slowly down his neck to the middle of his chest before changing direction and heading directly for his nipple. His breath hitched as the warmth hit his nipple, and it instantly puckered. The sensation was as good as having a mouth surrounding the sensitive flesh.
After she paid equal attention to the other nipple (causing Remus' breath and heart beat to quicken), Luna moved on, adorning his chest and stomach with images. It took a moment for Remus' suddenly lust-ridden mind to realise what they were – runes, all positive thoughts such as health, beauty, love, comfort. Sometimes, sometimes she traced his scars, turning the lines into something positive. Remus' skin tingled with more than just desire, he could feel the magic in the air.
There was a pause – Remus supposed she was changing brushes – and then she was adorning his thighs his arms, the backs of his hands with intricate swirls. His fingers flexed in the grass as he squirmed. It didn't tickle so much as it bombarded him with intense pleasure. He wanted more. Anything more. His cock stood at full attention now, pulsating in time to the blood pounding in his ears. "Please," he whimpered, not really knowing what he was asking for.
There was a shift and then a single ring was drawn around the base of his prick and down between his balls. He trembled. Luna sat back and took in the sight of him, adorned in melted chocolate, prick hard, eyes closed in bliss. She smiled. "Beautiful," she said softly.
Remus' eyes snapped open her assessment, and he opened his mouth to protest. He was silenced, however, when Luna leaned over and deftly began to lick the chocolate from his body, following every trail precisely in the order it had been drawn. He gasped, squirmed, moaned deeply, struggling to keep still and not spread the chocolate and make a horrible mess. He was a sweaty incoherent mess by the time she reached his cock, and the single swirl around its base and lick between his balls nearly had him coming. As it was, his hips jerked off the ground, his dick rubbing against her cheek, and his hands tangling in her hair.
"Luna," he groaned. "I need –"
"Stand up," she said. Her hand moved to his wrist and guided his hand to from her hair.
He whimpered in frustration. "Please."
"You will get what you need; I promise. But not until you stand up," she said. Her tone was firm, but comforting at the same time. Remus stood shakily. Luna was much more direct with her decorations of his back. A single line was drawn down his spine to the crack of his arse. There was a pause before she said, "well, open your legs."
"W-what?" he gasped.
"Spread your legs," she stated again. He shook as he complied, his arse cheeks spreading to allow access to his pucker. The brush was drawn down through his crack and then swirled around his pucker. Remus moaned deeply, spreading his legs a little wider, and thrusting his hips back. He closed his eyes, trembling in anticipation
Moments later her tongue followed, sliding slowly down his spine, taking it's time to make sure that every bit of chocolate was licked from his skin. His legs shook as she drew nearer and nearer to her goal. He felt her hands on his cheeks, the wood of the paint brush hard against the right globe. Her tongue slide through the crack before circling his pucker, laving it expertly. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, throwing his head back in pleasure.
He'd had this done before, of course, but never by a woman. For some reason that made it even more wanton and dirty. His dick throbbed. He pushed back against her tongue, all reservations gone as she tongue fucked his ass. "Oh... Merlin... yes... fuck... Luna... Luna... Luna," he groaned. He wondered if he had the strength to continue standing.
His hand slid to his balls, and he squeezed them before wrapping it firmly around his erection. He didn't want to come, not yet, he wanted to see what else this sex goddess had in store for him, but he needed relief no matter how temporary.
She pulled away from him suddenly and he felt something hard and blunt press against him, before sliding in slowly. It was tapered and smooth, widening as it entered him. It was the perfect length to press against his prostate, and he nearly screamed, his hips jerking back almost involuntarily. She pulled the paint brush out slowly and then pushed it back in. His breath quickened. He wasn't going to last - not with the delicious way his body was humming, every nerve alive.
Luna seemed to sense how close he was. She moved in front of him, leaving the paint brush in his arse, and kissed him passionately, an arm wrapping firmly around his waist. She guided him back, until she was trapped between the wall of the house and his body. How she managed the next trick Remus would never know.
She wrapped her legs around him and lifted herself up, guiding his cock inside of her. His hands flew to her ass, supporting her. A hand slid down his back, grasping the paint brush. She pulled it out slowly before pushing it back inside of him. He groaned, hips jerking forward to bury his cock further in her wetness. Remus was in utter bliss.
Luna fucked him as roughly with the brush as he fucked her, each and every thrust causing them both to cry out in pleasure. The world around them had gone silent, no birds, no wind; there was nothing but their intense cries and the build of their combined magic, swirling around them, building, flowing in and out and around them, healing, destroying, causing hearts to pump harder, breath to come more shallowly. He could feel the pressure building, filling him, flooding his body with a delicious burn. He could feel it in his arms and legs and neck and head.
She changed her angle of attack, squeezing him with her dripping cunt as she pressed savagely against his prostate. He couldn't hold on any longer. He screamed, orgasm ripping through him with such force the world went black, save for the explosion of yellow stars behind his eyes. The fire ripped outward with his scream.
When he came to, they were huddled together on the grass, bodies still trembling and sweating. The paint brush lay discarded next to them. She was lavishing his face and neck with kisses. The ache from the previous night's transformation was gone, replaced by a delicious smoldering burn.
"Are you all right?" she whispered softly.
He nodded. "Mmmmhmmm," he replied after a while. "I think so."
"Next month," she began, "you can paint me."
Month? Oh... the next full moon. Was this her way of healing him? If so, it was much better than Molly's chicken soup. "Okay," he agreed after a moment. For some reason, Remus thought his life was about to get a lot less boring.