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Returning to the Pack- Chapter 1

Summary: Years after the Longbottoms are tortured by Death Eaters, Lupin makes an unexpected detour in St. Mungo's.

St. Mungo's changed. When he was a boy, Remus knew it as a safe, clean space where wizards and witches helped him stave off his canine urges. Wizards and Witches who actually understood him. Wizards and Witches who didn't shrink away from him. It was paradise.

But now, years after the war, everything was darker. The healers looked more tired and forlorn. The patients were anxious and terrified. The atmosphere created by Lord Voldemort had clearly not been lifted, even five years later. He was sad to see the place in such depression.

He was lifted out of his reverie when a witch announced his name over the magical PA system. He got up and went to the reception desk.

"Remus!" the witch shouted happily. He recognised her immediately. It was Ingrid Smith, a Hufflepuff who was a year below him in school. She'd asked him out to Slughorn's Christmas party once, though as fate would have it, the party fell on a full moon. As far as he could remember, she never forgave him for ditching her on that night to sneak off to the Shrieking Shack. Sirius in particular got a kick out of teasing him for it.

Of course, it hurt to think of Sirius now. The Sirius he never really knew.

"Hello, Ingrid, are you doing well?" Remus asked timidly. She chuckled.

"Soft as always aren't we, Remmy?" she said slyly, "Though who knew you were such a spoilsport eh? "

Remus thought he knew where this was going.

"18th of December 1975, I wore my favourite lilac dress and YOU, love, never made it. I drank a whole bottle of Firewhisky with Mary before I could digest the fact that the nicest boy in Gryffindor stood me up."

Remus was blushing furiously. She couldn't know why of course, so he resigned to staying painfully silent.

"But, bygones are bygones as I always say. What are you here for?" she asked.

"I have an appointment with Healer Pincher. She said she had a slot at this time?" he said. Ingrid pawed through her papers.

"Pincher... Pincher... yes she has an appointment with one Remus Lupin in the Dai Llewellyn Ward. The first floor then, Remus."

"Yes, thank you, Ingrid," Remus says as he starts walking to the stairs, but Ingrid piped up.

"Say, Remus, why do you need to see a Healer for Serious Bites?"

Remus pretends not to hear her and climbs the stairs to the first floor. He knew the layout like the back of his hand, and quickly found the ward. He stepped inside and finally felt that familiar sense of safety walking into St. Mungo's. Agatha was talking to a young man in a darker shade of green robes. A trainee, he guessed. She finally noticed Remus and recognition dawned on her wrinkled face.

"REMUS!" she yelled happily as she scooped him into a crushing hug, "It's been years, darling, years. How are you? How's your father?"

"Hello, Agatha. Yes, I'm doing well, and so is dad. We've all weathered through," he said in a tired but happy voice. Agatha Pincher was one of the few people in the world he absolutely trusted with anything.

"I heard about James Potter and Peter Pettigrew too," she said, her eyes watering suddenly, "I'm so sorry Remus. I know they were your friends."

"Thank you, Agatha. I- I appreciate it," Remus replied. He didn't want to continue this topic any further.

"I've come for my yearly checkup. I haven't been feeling well since the last lunar cycle."

"Oh of course dear boy," she says as she sits Remus down and whips her wand out. She mutters a few incantations and sat there, scrunching her forehead and murmuring to herself until she got up to write something on a piece of parchment.

"Smethwyck!" she called to her trainee. The young wizard came up to her, fascination and curiosity burning in his eyes. Remus could clearly see his passion for Healing.

"Meet one of my favourite patients, Hypo. This is Remus Lupin, a werewolf and one of my best friends for the past twenty years."

Hypo Smethwyck was a tall, lanky man in dark green Healer robes and brown boots. He had small, watery eyes which were greatly magnified by thick glasses. His mouth twisted into a smile as he gave out a hand.

"Hippocrates Smethwyck at your service Mr Lupin," he said, a bit pompously. But anyone who shook a werewolf's hand was a good man in Remus' book, so he shook it enthusiastically.

"Hypo joined my ward when you disappeared in '81. What happened anyway? You stopped visiting. We missed you here in St. Mungo's."

He paused. He never liked talking about those years he spent in Ireland, so far away from the rest of the world, so cut off from his family and friends, knowing nothing of the current world since Harry killed Voldemort.

"I've been... busy elsewhere, Agatha," he said in a tone he knew she would understand. A tone which meant the conversation was over.

"Hypo!" Agatha suddenly said, straightening herself and scrunching her face in concentration, "You have a twenty-six-year-old male with lycanthropy from the age of six, whose symptoms outside the full moon have intensified and worsened his mental state, including barking, howling, a taste for raw meat, and scratching oneself repeatedly. How would you diagnose this patient?"

Hypo gave a thoughtful chew of his quill, before writing a few notes down.

"Would he be entering his primal stage, Healer Pincher?" he asked timidly. Agatha grinned widely.

"You will become head of this ward the minute I retire Hypo! That is absolutely correct!"

She turned to Remus, "When a werewolf bite reaches somewhere around twenty years in maturity, The werewolf enters what is known as the Primal Stage, where all of the symptoms of lycanthropy that occur outside of the full moon become stronger and more distinct. You will also find that... that as a werewolf, you will be more intelligent and aware of your surroundings than when you were a child. You will refrain from biting and scratching as much. There is a pamphlet I'll give you which explains the process perfectly. You have nothing to worry about Remus."

Remus sighed in relief. He had been worried that the bite had been altered somehow, and any change to his condition could only be worse.

"Remus... have you heard of the Wolfsbane Potion? It's a new concoction that we've seen dramatically helps werewolves control themselves," Agatha said.

"I have, but it's too complex and the ingredients are far too expensive for me Agatha," he sighed in defeat. It is true that with the Potion, he could live a semi-normal life. But, it was one of the most complex concoctions he'd ever seen, rivalling even Polyjuice Potion. And Potions was always his weak link at school. He was no Snape.

"Mm, and unfortunately the Board of Magical Medicine has not passed its use in St.Mungo's for free I'm afraid. I am truly sorry Remus, I wish I could help," Agatha replied sadly.

"You've helped me live the most normal life I could, Agatha, and for that, I can't repay you enough," Remus said kindly, his eyes glistening, "It was with your advice Dumbledore even let me come to Hogwarts. I would be a beggar were it not for you!"

And, against his better judgement, he pulled Agatha in for a large hug. It had been years since he'd felt someone touch him, care for him like a mother, and look out for him. Agatha warmly hugged him back, her lavender perfume soothing his mind. It was the first happiness he'd experienced in a long, long time.

As he extracted himself, another healer walked into the room.

"Healer Pincher? Healer Jones from the Spell Ward wants some of your Soothing Solution. The Longbottoms have been acting up again, and last time it really helped," the healer told Agatha. Remus had mostly been tuning out this conversation whilst talking to Hypo about werewolf symptoms. However, he caught one of the words.

"Longbottom?" Remus asked the healer, "Alice is here? Did she get hurt?"

The healer looked at him, surprised.

"Well, she's been here for years hasn't he, the poor thing? She and her husband, Frank. I wish we could do something for them, but..." he trailed off dejectedly. Remus was looking around wildly, trying to get an explanation. Alice and Frank have been here for years? Why?

"I'm sorry, Remus, is she a friend of yours?" Agatha asked him tenderly. He didn't speak. Yes, Alice was his friend. Alice had been one of the greatest comforts he had in Hogwarts. Without her, he may not have even made it past his first year.

TO BE CONTINUED

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 2 years

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 30

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, and Thomas Picquery are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Possessiveness.] [Warning: Degradation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Nonconsent.] [Warning: Light Spanking.]

Note: Please also note that, completely unrelated to any sexual acts, there is violence (fighting) described in this part.

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Remus Lupin wasn’t in Gryffindor for nothing. Rather, his seemingly timid nature often covered up his incredible intelligence and bravery. Despite all his hemming and hawing about what to do, when it came to it, he moved forward with a sense of conviction that was rare to find in anyone.

Remus had an emergency stash of Wolfsbane Potion slipped up his sleeve. As he was running, he purposefully fell behind until he was bringing up the very rear. He quickly gulped the Potion down without anyone noticing. It was just in time. Only minutes later, everyone burst into their wolf forms around him.

A frenzied energy rose from the group, as animalistic instincts overtook all sense of human restraint. With a loud roar, Fenrir led the group through the underground tunnel that ran below the Muggle neighborhood just above. Remus, too, felt the familiar pain of his body breaking and re-configuring into his wolf form, but he remained human in his mind.

When Fenrir arrived at your house, Remus frantically pushed his way to the front of his pack. He raced straight into your little brother’s room. Your little brother, who was back from his third year of college, was sleeping soundly in his bed. Remus grabbed him and dragged him out of bed.

“Wha -?” Your brother, seeing Remus in his werewolf form, opened his mouth to scream in terror. “Ah - !”

Remus clapped his hand over his mouth. A terrifying growl that was barely human erupted from Remus’ jaws, “Shush! With me!”

Remus had two advantages: First, he had kept his head down for long enough that the other group members thought that Remus was simply eager to bite the boy. Second, Remus knew the layout of your house better than anyone else, having been there before with you after your little brother’s graduation. Even so, Remus knew he only had seconds before the rest of the pack caught up to him. He quickly pulled your little brother over to your mother’s room.

Your mother, always a light sleeper, woke up at once. Seeing Remus, her mouth fell open. “What in the world– ? B-Beast!”

Remus hurriedly slipped a piece of paper in your mother’s hand. “Get out of here! Go to that address at once. You’ll be safe there.”

Your mother shrank from Remus’ touch. Meanwhile, your brother was staring at Remus in utter horror and muttering, “This isn’t real. It’s just a nightmare. Just a nightmare, yeah - ”

Remus felt like his chest was about to explode with impatience. As it was, a fearsome growl ripped from his chest, as he begged them, “Please! I’m telling you - run!”

At that moment, with a loud introductory cacophony of howls and snarls, the group, led by Fenrir, burst into the room.

“What the hell is the meaning of this?” Fenrir growled furiously.

Someone else shouted out loudly, “It’s HIM! He’s the mole!”

Remus whirled around and tried to assume a defensive position, only he was immediately attacked and pinned down. As he thrashed on the floor against the two werewolves pinning him down, he cried, “Out the window! Go!”

Thankfully, your mother snapped into gear. Her survival instinct told her – save her child first, ask questions later. Besides, there was something strangely familiar about the beast-man. She felt that she had seen him before.

Your mother raced over to the window. She barely managed to drag herself and her son out when Fenrir slammed into the window frame. His werewolf frame made the entire room shiver, but he was also too large to fit through. Your brother, now having found his focus, grabbed his mother’s hand, and they jumped off of the balcony together.

Meanwhile, Remus howled in complete agony as the other werewolves viciously bit and clawed at him, furious at his betrayal.

* * * * * * * * * *

The day Rowan deemed you well enough to take off your bandages, the two of you celebrated by making passionate love.

True to his word, he did make you pay for daring to imply that Tristan and Severus were better lovers than him.

First, he teased you incessantly. Gripping your wrists in his hand so tightly that you hadn’t a hope of wriggling your hands out, he then toyed with you by running his hand all over your body – pinching at your nipples, grasping at your curves, grabbing at your thighs, squeezing your neck, caressing your hips, smoothing over your tummy, but only just grazing over your pussy…

When you were blushing pink all over, he leaned over and kissed your neck and chest all over, leaving love bites as he went. He loved the soft cries that escaped your desperate, soft mouth as he kissed, sucked, and bit you all over, until your chest was covered with evidence that you were his.

Dipping his head down further, Rowan pressed his mouth against your breasts, sucking hard. He let his tongue swirl against your skin. Tasting her, my girl… he thought. Mmm…

He let out a soft breath. But playtime is over.

Sitting up, he yanked you forward into a sitting position.

“Ah!” You gasped as you were jerked upright.

Rowan was already on his feet, undoing the buckle on his belt. “Open your mouth,” he told you gruffly. “Open your fucking mouth.”

You simply stared up at him with your mouth fallen open slightly in awe. He looked incredible from where you were standing – his shoulders outlined with the strong mythical sun lighting up the skies here, his strong abs and broad hips almost obscuring your view, his handsome face, sternly set so that his jaw stood out, sharply delineated from the more boyish aspects of his face.

You blinked as you saw him reaching for you.

Rowan slipped his hand under your chin and ran a finger along your jaw. “Do you know what it feels like to choke on a man’s cock?”

You shook your head.

“No? Do you want to find out?”

You paused, thinking.

Rowan leaned over a bit – just enough that his hand could slip down to your throat and grasp it tightly.

“Hah…” A soft breath left you as Rowan squeezed the air from your throat.

“You whimper like a slut when I’m inside your pussy, y’know,” Rowan told you, speaking in a low, harsh whisper. “Imagine all of that in this little throat of yours. You won’t even be able to whimper anymore.”

Your eyes widened.

“You know what happens when sluts aren’t allowed to whimper?” Rowan asked you. “They end up cumming. They end up cumming all over themselves, like the sluts they are…”

Rowan smirked at you, and his eyes glinted with an intense fury. “Shall we give it a try?”

Mesmerized by him, you nodded eagerly.

“Good girl,” he murmured softly. Standing upright again, he stepped closer to you. He brought one hand down to cup the back of your neck. With the other, he gave his cock a few strokes before he brought himself to your lips.

Looking down at you, with your furrowed brow and bright, yet confused eyes, Rowan immediately realized that you had been telling the truth when you said you were inexperienced at this.

He gently nudged your head forward. Your lips parted and Rowan’s cock quickly filled up your mouth. He hit the back of your throat rather quickly.

You blinked in surprise.

Rowan smirked at you. “Don’t act surprised. We haven’t even started.”

You suddenly squeezed your eyes shut tightly and gripped your hands tightly into fists, preparing yourself.

Rowan let out a soft chuckle. So cute…

In fact, he was quite gentle with you. Well, he was sort-of gentle with you. He gripped your hair quite hard and he yanked your head back and forth. You felt your mouth sliding on his cock, and his cock became warmer and thicker in your mouth.

“Nngh… Mmphf… M-Mm…!” A strange series of muffled noises came from somewhere deep in your chest.

Soon, you were doing your best on your own. Even when Rowan’s hand fell away, you pushed your head back and forth, back and forth, trying to make Rowan feel good, trying to make his cock nice and hard for your waiting little cunt…

Rowan moaned in pleasure. True, you were quite sloppy and clearly inexperienced. You didn’t know what to do with your hands. Your hands tripped up his thighs, then randomly patted and scratched at his abs, before fluttering back down to your own thighs. Also, you were panting away like some puppy. There was even a thin line of drool coming out of the side of your mouth. Besides that, you were on your knees now, and you kept wobbling back and forth, until Rowan had to reach out with both hands to steady you.

Nevertheless, it was undeniable that your warm, wet mouth was doing its job perfectly in making Rowan stiff for you. The mere sight of you trying your best for him honestly made Rowan melt for you, though he tried his best not to show it.

Rowan was close. He gritted his teeth together and squeezed your shoulders.

Surprised by the sudden pressure on your shoulders, you accidentally pushed your head forward too far – for a moment, the tip of his cock pushed into your throat – you choked. You hurriedly fell back onto your knees, lost balance, and flopped over onto the ground like a limp fish.

Rowan groaned. “You’re terrible at this.”

“What!?” you said indignantly, panting as if you’d just run a marathon. “How – How can you say that? I had your cock in my mouth, didn’t I? What the hell else was I supposed to do?”

“Shush.” Rowan fought hard to hide the smile that was threatening to spread across his face as he took in your bewildered, annoyed face. ��“Now, come back here. I’ll show you what you were supposed to do.” He reached down and yanked you back onto your knees. Grabbing your head, he positioned himself, gave you a second to breathe – and then he thrust.

“U-U-Mmpfh!” What started out as a moan disappeared into a swallowed-up sound of surprise as Rowan pushed his cock into your throat.

Rowan moaned loudly. “Fuck, that feels so good. I knew it. I knew you’d feel so good choking on my cock.”

He thrust slowly, but deeply into your throat a few more times. “Mmm, baby, just like that. Just stay still.”

“Mm – ah! – Mmfph!”

You were gasping around his cock as much as you could. Your head had been pushed back, and your hair was streaming down your shoulders… You soon felt dizzy and out-of-breath. Needing something to hold onto, you clutched desperately at Rowan’s hips,only they were so wide and muscular that you couldn’t quite get a grip on them. Finally, you wrapped your arms around your thighs and hung on as he kept fucking your throat.

Rowan paused when he felt you hugging his thighs. He quickly reached down and made you lift your head, to check in on you. You blinked up at him and even though he had stopped, you still had his cock in your mouth and you were still giving him little sucks, hollowing out your cheeks each time you did so.

She’s fine, Rowan recognized. But as his cock was hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, your eyes were tearing up, and quickly. Rowan watched as tears dripped down the sides of your face, sparkling in the beautiful sunlight…

“Crying already?” he murmured. He ran his hand soothingly down your hair. He commented wryly, “You’re terrible at this.”

A soft, annoyed whimper left your mouth.

Rowan smiled. Knowing that you were all right, he thrust again, pushing his cock into your mouth and throat.

“Mm!” you choked out.

Rowan groaned heavily. He grabbed your head and shoved you further down his cock, cramming your throat and mouth with him. He was pushing you down so hard he was leaning over you, and your head was caged in between his lower abs, his hips, and his thighs.

“Uhn!” Rowan let out an intense, deep sound of pleasure. His large, steady frame suddenly shivered all over – and then he released.

Your muffled gasps and cries all sounded out only within the confines of Rowan’s sturdy body – as he came in your mouth.

You swallowed – swallow, swallow, swallow – and Rowan finally let you go. Instead of just letting you fall back, however, he quickly grabbed you and hugged you to him. He had you both sit, and he guided you gently into his lap, holding you there to check in on you.

“You all right?” he asked you, kissing your face all over.

You were trembling lightly all over, as you fought to get your breath back. “U-Um, yeah…”

Rowan wanted to kiss your lips, but he knew you were quite short of breath. He settled for hugging you tightly around your middle and kissing your shoulders instead.

However, once you had calmed down, Rowan let his hands just drift down…

You paused, blinking, as you felt a gentle whisper of touch just glide over your curves, your hips, your thighs, and touch you – “Ah!” Your back suddenly went straight and you clutched onto Rowan’s arms tightly.

“I knew it,” Rowan said victoriously. “You’re dripping.” He easily pushed in two fingers into your sopping wet, little hole.

You still gasped because no matter how wet you were, you were still tight. “Ah, R-Rowan!”

“You didn’t even know it, did you?” Rowan whispered mockingly in your ear. “You were too busy slobbering all over my cock to realize that you’d gotten yours, too?”

“S-So crude,” you choked out, as you felt Rowan’s fingers pushing deeper inside of you. “You speak so crudely.”

“I have to,” Rowan teased back. “It’s the only way to describe what a little slut I’ve found.”

You cracked open one eye and blearily glared at him.

Rowan smiled at you. “It’s cute when you show me how badly you want to kill me,” he whispered darkly.

“Hmpfh, it’s only cute because you underestimate me,” you muttered back.

Rowan merely replied, in a quiet voice, “Not really. I wouldn’t deny you my life.” He slowly pulled his fingers out of you. Meanwhile your mind was buzzing, trying to think over what he had just said. Only, Rowan immediately thrust his fingers back inside of you, this time with an added third finger, now properly stretching you out.

As he pushed his fingers inside of you, Rowan watched your expression, waiting for your reaction. You did not disappoint. The way your eyes went wide and your mouth fell open and you immediately took to panting and shivering almost made Rowan laugh.

“You fall apart so easily when I touch you,” Rowan said affectionately. He leaned in and nuzzled your cheek with his nose. However, his voice took on a darker edge, as he asked you, “Are you like this with all men, or just with me?”

“Ah… Um…” You started to answer, when you felt Rowan’s other hand grasp your wrist and squeeze hard. “Just you.”

Rowan leaned forward. His chin pushed into your shoulder, settling you down snugly into his lap. You felt a soft breath of air tickle your ear, as he wondered, “Are you telling the truth?”

Never one to be easily pressured, you murmured back, “Actually, I’m – mm – being coerced by a b-bad man to – to – take his side…”

“Oh, yeah?” Rowan curled up his fingers inside of you and gently rocked his hand back and forth.

You breathed out heavily.

“Is this the same bad man you secretly had a crush on back in school, hm? The same man who always picked up after you and made sure you were still going to graduate on time?”

“Nngh – R-Rowan…”

“Is this the same bad man that made love to you to keep you from turning into a fox, you silly girl?”

“Hah… Ah…”

“And is this the same bad man who makes you melt into his puddle in his lap, just by giving you his fingers? That bad man?”

“‘S not f-fair of you,” you huffed out. “You didn’t – I also – I would’ve graduat - Nngh…!”

Rowan was steadily thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy now, and he was starting to move his hand faster and faster. At the same time, he kept his chin firmly on your shoulder, not letting you move away from his hand at all. Not that you wanted to, but the tension between your legs was starting to get unbearable…

“Bad man or not, as long as you say you’re mine, I don’t care,” Rowan said, dropping his teasing tone. “Now, tell me who you belong to…”

But you were gone to hear him, too dizzy with heat to comprehend anything except the intense sensation spreading from your cunt to the rest of your body. Face flushed, thighs shaking, hands clutching onto his forearms, you were shivering all over Rowan’s lap. Your breaths were high-pitched and coming quickly – too quickly – You suddenly gasped out, “Ah!” Rowan’s chin finally slipped off of your shoulder as you fell forward.

Rowan hastily caught you. He looped his arms around your waist and reeled you back in to him, until you were resting with your back against his chest. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders, keeping you uptight. With his other hand, he reached down and made you part your thighs so that he could glimpse down and see how wet your pussy was.

He smirked when he saw how drenched you were. “Good girl,” he whispered. “I think you’re all ready now.”

Rowan was hard again, too. Seeing the way you came so well for him made him feel such a heightened sense of pleasure… and anticipation.

Though you couldn’t move your shoulders, anchored against him as you were, you managed to turn your head. “Ready? For what?”

Rowan gave you your answer by pushing you down gently on top of his cloak, which had fallen on the ground in front of you, and then quickly propping up your hips so that your wet pussy was in the air, just waiting to be fucked.

Rowan leaned forward and gave your cute pussy a soft kiss. He reminded you, “I’m still waiting for you to tell me you’re mine, little one.”

Nothing was soft after that.

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Thirty minutes later, you were being pounded into the ground.

“Tell me again – who do you belong to?” Rowan growled roughly in your ear, as he pushed his hips forward and sank his cock into your aching cunt.

You sobbed out, “Y-You! I said you, Rowan! Ah! Ah, ah, ah!”

“That’s right. Don’t you forget it – or tell me otherwise again.”

“Ah! R-Rowan! P-Please – uhn – please!”

Honestly, you were in such a daze. You’d never been so tired before – yet, you were still so tense. You were gripping tightly at the grass beneath you. Your knees were aching from being in this position for so long. But your hips and thighs continued to bounce relentlessly between Rowan and his cloak, which he had at least had the decency to put under you – before proceeding to fuck the living daylights out of you.

By the time Rowan was making you cum for the third – no, fourth time that day, not only was your pussy sore and throbbing, but your entire body felt spent.

“Such a good girl,” Rowan was breathing out against your ear. He was kneeling too, and leaning over you. You could feel his chin rocking back and forth on your shoulder as he drove his hips into you repeatedly. “Getting fucked like you deserve. And you’re so tired, poor baby, but your pussy’s still clenching on my cock like it wants more.”

“Ah, Rowan…!”

“Yeah, baby, keep moaning. Keep telling me you want me to fuck you.”

“Uhn!” you gasped out. He was taking you so roughly, and it felt so amazing.

Growling, Rowan whispered harshly to you, “You want me to keep fucking this tight pussy of yours, don’t you? Make you cum before you lose your mind?”

You whimpered. He was right. You were so spent, but if Rowan were to pull out right now, you would lose your mind. You needed him so badly.

“Yes…!” you moaned out wantingly.

“Mm, yeah, you do,” Rowan groaned, burying himself inside you. He collapsed on top of you, making you fall forward, until your stomach was pressed flat to the ground. He reached down and yanked your head back a little by your hair.

Thrusting into you again hard enough that the front of his thighs were slapping against the back of yours, he growled into your ear, “Fuck, you feel so good – so tight.” He reached down and grasped your ass in his hand before giving you an appreciative slap – you yelped – as he murmured affectionately in your ear, “Taking me so good, don’t you? My little… slut.”

“R-Rowan,” you choked out. “C-Can’t breathe…”

He was pressing into you hard enough that you were straining, with your tummy pressed into the ground.

“Sorry, sorry.” Rowan hastily pushed himself off. He grasped you by your waist and turned you over. You fell onto your back, gasping.

By way of apology, Rowan said, “You feel so good, love. I get a little lost in you.”

“A lot lost,” you huffed out, glaring at him.

Rowan smirked. “Well, can you blame me?” He slid his hand behind your neck and murmured to you, “Breathe, sweetheart.” He watched your chest, with that huge, knotted scar now, rise and fall as you fought to get your breath back. For a moment, he forgot all about the situation and simply thought, Thank Merlin she’s alive. Thank Merlin she’s still with me. My strange fox girl… My runaway nymph… Who somehow found her way back to me… Who wrote me all those letters when she first fell in love with me… Who somehow still has the courage to believe in love…

You stared back at him, wondering why his gaze had suddenly become so very tender and soft.

“What are you looking at, huh?” Rowan asked you, shaking his head slightly as if to wake himself up. He gave the back of your neck a squeeze.

“Mmm, I don’t know,” you said playfully, “a silly boy who pretends he has to have me when all he cares about is having his own little slut to fuck.”

Rowan raised his eyebrow at you. “All right, fair point. But you know what?”

You raised your eyebrow right back at him. “What?”

“You don’t get to complain about how I talk filthy anymore. You’re starting to sound as crude as I am.” Rowan’s hand slipped up the back of your head, as he told you, “And you know what else?”

“W-What?” you breathed out, as Rowan made you lift your head to look down.

“That little slut that I just have to have? That’s you.” With that, Rowan pushed his cock back inside of you.

“Ah!” You tensed at once, biting down on your lower lip.

Rowan groaned, pushing his hips forward rather forcefully. “Look… Look at how you’re being fucked, love.” Angling his hips a bit, Rowan thrust upwards.

You gasped when you saw a soft bulge in your lower tummy.

“Yeah? You see that, don’t you? You see my cock inside you?”

“N-Ngnhh…” An incomprehensible murmur left your lips. Your thighs were trembling. Rowan was pushing up right into that perfect spot, that spot deep inside of you that made you go dizzy even the first time around, let alone the fifth time.

Rowan saw the way you started to gasp and how you were furiously blinking your eyes all of a sudden. He saw the way your thighs went all taut, until you were almost lifting your legs up in the air, and he saw your tummy ripple, with the outline of the tip of his cock nestled deep inside of you.

“You know what this means? Having my cock so deep inside of you?” Rowan whispered. He leaned over you, keeping his cock buried inside of you, but cradling your head in both of his hands. He captured your mouth in a rough, fierce kiss for a moment, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth before he murmured, “It means you’re mine, sweetheart. All mine.”

“Not – Not all yours,” you huffed out. “The Fox isn’t yours…”

Oh no, the Fox said easily, I’m his, all right. She licked at her paws delicately and hummed happily.

Always a traitor, you retorted bitingly at her. Can’t you be on my side, for once? You’re in my soul and all, god damn it.

The Fox only smiled her mysterious, self-assured smile at you.

“Oh no, she’s mine, too,” Rowan confirmed, watching the Nine-Tailed Fox’s tails swish in your eyes. For a moment, your irises had a slivery light dancing in them.

“But you can lie, if that makes you feel better, if that helps you hold onto your pride,” Rowan murmured. “I reckon I’m up for the challenge of changing your mind about me.” Keeping you under him like that, Rowan pulled out until only the tip of his cock was kissing your entrance, only to thrust back inside of you.

“Ah…!” Your moans grew louder as Rowan continued to make love to you. “Ah, ah, ah!”

Rowan thought your cries had never sounded lovelier. You sounded exhausted, yet still so wanting, still so aching, still so needy… And he was going to give it to you. He was going to satisfy you, to make you cum yet again for him.

“Fuck, I love the way you moan,” Rowan muttered through gritted teeth. He ran his hands up and down your curves aggressively, feeling how strong and sensual your body was.

Rowan felt your tight walls pulse and clench around his cock. He groaned. So tight, when she clenches like that – nngh!

All of a sudden, you gasped and held your breath. “A-A-Ah!” A stuttering, tight moan left you.

“What’re you – nngh – what’re you holding back for?” Rowan asked you, panting himself. “Cum. I know you’re – uh – you’re there. I can f-feel you. So tight.”

You wanted to, but your body was so tired. You didn’t know if you had it in you. “Uhn…” you groaned out. “I don’t know if – ah – if I c-can…!”

“You can, baby. I know you can. Sluts are good at cumming, it’s what they do,” Rowan growled at you. He reached down with one hand and furiously played with your clit, while thrusting again with his hips. “Give it to me, sweetheart. Let me see how you cum for me. Don’t be shy.”

Rowan’s fingers massaging your clit like that, while his cock was already stretching you out and pressing into your cervix, started to push you over the edge.

“A-Ah! Hah…! Ah!” Your eyes rolled back in your head. You didn’t realize it, but you had reached down and grabbed onto Rowan’s wrist so hard that your nails dug into his skin. Your legs suddenly lifted off the ground.

Rowan, taking the opportunity to push his cock even deeper inside of his sweetheart, pushed his weight forward. A strangled yelp left you as he suddenly had you in a mating press, with your knees touching your shoulders.

“Fuck, you look so hot with your pussy presented to me like this,” Rowan groaned. “All wet and sloppy and so, so pretty. Mmm, baby…” With a heavy growl, he thrust into you again. “Cum for me. C’mon, cum so I can see what a slut you are.”

Holding you in place, Rowan thrust his hips forward once more. The tip of his cock crashed into your most sensitive spot, and all the meanwhile, Rowan’s fingers were still pushing at your clit –

You inhaled sharply – and your mind blanked out for a moment. There was a second of literally no thought at all. The most incredible tension arose in your tummy and then snapped.

You were gone – cumming with your tummy trembling, toes curled tightly, feet kicking messily in the air, and your pussy clenching hard on Rowan, for Rowan still had his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Yes,” Rowan groaned heavily when he felt you cumming for him. “Good girl. Good fucking girl, cumming like that. Godric, you get so tight.”

“Oh G-God, s-so much… it’s a-all so much,” you stammered out, shaking all over as you passed over the height of your climax.

But Rowan wasn’t done with you just yet. “My turn,” he whispered. He pounded into you furiously, ignoring his own aching abs and burning thighs and sore cock, chasing that last release to meet yours.

As your hips met Rowan’s over and over again, you could feel how your cum was leaking out of your pussy, how the way Rowan was fucking you made your own cum drench both your thighs and his thighs.

He’s such a passionate lover, you thought to yourself. You were panting like your heart was about to burst, and yet, as tired as you were, and despite the fact that you’d already came, it still felt so good. The way he holds my hips, the way he takes me…

You blinked up at Rowan, admiring the sweat glistening on his forehead and on his body, and how well he worked his body for you. You saw the way his strong hips snapped forward, and you saw the way his gorgeous, thick cock was thrusting into you, filling you up as much as you could desire – and you did desire it.

“K-Keep going,” you murmured softly, gasping out the words. “C-Cum for me, Rowan, please… I want it. Please, please, please - ah…! Yes…!”

She’s begging for me. Finally, Rowan thought. Not wanting to break the moment, however, he chose to make another observation instead. He breathed out, “Love, you – you’re so wet.”

“I know,” you whispered back. “It’s because of you – ah! Y-you made me this – nngh – this way, baby.”

“Shit, don’t talk like that,” Rowan muttered lowly. “I’ll lose control…”

You felt the way his cock throbbed in your cunt when you spoke to him like that. Reaching down, you toyed with your clit, and then you gently smeared your cum on your pert, pink nipples.

Rowan groaned. As he fucked you, he saw the way your breasts bounced in time to you taking his cock, and your cute nipples were glistening with your cum.

“You’re the one who made me into a slut,” you reminded Rowan, talking quietly, if not hoarsely. And in between your words, you were gasping for breath.

“What are you - ” Rowan paused, as he groaned intensely for a moment. He was so close. “What’re you s-saying? That I have t-to take – fuck, I’m close – responsibility for you, huh?”

Pressing your hands against your breasts, you nodded at Rowan. “Mhm, you know you – ah – do. Ah, Rowan…!”

Oh Merlin, she looks so fucking pretty when she does that. I think I’m gonna – Rowan suddenly huffed out, “Uhn…! Fuck, I’m gonna – I think I’m – Nngh!”

You gasped. You could feel Rowan’s cock throbbing hotly in your pussy. “Rowan!”

Rowan abruptly pulled out of you.

“Ah!” you cried out when you abruptly felt his warm cum splatter all over your face, breasts, and thighs.

“Uhnnn,” Rowan growled, as he finished cumming on you. “F-Fuck,” he breathed out. He set you down so you were lying on his cloak, on the grass, again. Then, his hands falling on either side of your head, he dropped his head and panted heavily, trying to get his breath back.

You lifted your head and kissed his cheek.

Rowan turned his head to return your kiss – and he caught your lips. He suddenly fell on top of you, making you cry out softly, but he ignored your surprise and kept kissing you. He had fallen to his elbows and you could feel his warm, sturdy body on top of yours. You reached out and wrapped your arms around him, loving his weight on top of yours.

“Told you – Told you you’re cute when you finally end up begging for me,” Rowan panted out.

“Pft.” A soft laugh left you. You replied cheekily, “I only begged for you because you were practically begging me to beg for you.”

“I thought you said I was coercing you, not begging,” Rowan pointed out.

You frowned. “Well, I…”

Rowan gently flicked your forehead with his finger. “I admit I’m a bully, but at least be consistent in what you accuse me of.”

You smiled, and Rowan smiled with you.

For a long time, the two of you lay there together and kissed, and Rowan kept you quite warm beneath him.

* * * * * * * * * *

When the two of you had finally gotten your breath back, Rowan flipped your positions, so that you were lying on top of him.

Feeling his chest rising and falling, you pressed your hands against his cheek. You could feel his heart still pounding quite fast. Playfully, you whispered, “Look at how riled up you are, Rowan. I think you’re the slut.”

Surprised, Rowan chuckled. He brought up his arm and draped it around your waist. “Can’t deny that,” he admitted.

You laughed brightly.

Rowan nuzzled your cheek with his nose. “You happy about that?”

“Yeah, I think I am.

“You’re so strange,” Rowan murmured. After a second, he yawned. Night was beginning to fall.

“Are you cold?” Rowan asked. He started to get up, to pull the cloak out from underneath the both of you so that he could wrap you in his clock.

As Rowan yanked the cloak out, something fell out of the cloak.

You picked it back up. “What’s this?”

“Oh, it’s the newspaper from the day Sirius Black escaped,” Rowan remembered. “I stashed it away in my cloak.”

“Oh…” You glanced at the headlines again. SIRIUS BLACK ESCAPES THE NOOSE AGAIN! FUDGE HUMILIATED. “WE HAD HIM CORNERED,” FUDGE SWEARS.

“I still can’t believe Sirius escaped,” you said, shaking your head.

“It is strange,” Rowan agreed. “Especially when Cas was there. Cas is a master Tracker. She can hunt down complete strangers based on just a tiny scrap of information. To think that she lost Sirius Black when he was in no condition to run away, and then to think that she failed to re-capture him, is honestly difficult to believe.”

“But the Ministry wouldn’t have lied about this,” you pointed out.” It makes them look bad. If anything, they would have lied that they did re-capture Sirius again.”

Rowan nodded. “Yeah, I think Black really escaped again. I just can’t see how it all happened.”

You handed Rowan back the newspaper, and he started to put it back in his Cloak again. Rowan paused, however, when he realized: “You call Black by his first name? Were you friends with him at some point?”

Completely unexpectedly, a long-forgotten memory of Sirius fucking you in his bed, while you were wearing his velvet blazer and bowtie popped up in your mind.

“Er – Well, no, not friends, exactly - ”

Rowan, ever too sharp for his own good, guessed it at once. “You slept with him.”

“It was totally random!” you blurted out, flustered at how quickly Rowan had suddenly found out, when even you had forgotten all about it. “And it was silly! We were just – just – I don’t even know what we were doing. We were just stupid seventh-years - ”

“Wait a minute.” Rowan reached over and grabbed your hand. He dragged an unwilling you to him. Placing his hand under your chin, he made you look at him as he asked, “You were with him back at Hogwarts? So, this was before the Nine-Tailed Fox and the succubus were possessing you?”

“Uh – That – That would be true, but - !” Your face flushed brightly. “It didn’t mean anything! We were stupid for even doing it.”

Rowan let go of your chin and instead opted to pinch your cheek sharply.

“Ow!” you cried out.

“Sounds like Hogwarts was kinder to you after I left,” Rowan muttered.

“Rowan…”

Rowan ignored you.

“Rowan, please, it was so nonsensical. It meant nothing. I’d honestly forgotten all about it.”

Rowan turned away from you. He felt foolish. He knew he was being very petty. After all, he’d still slept with more women than you had slept with men, but still, of all people – Sirius Black? And Rowan had been so worried about you when he’d left. He had warned those Slytherin boys not to bully you and to keep their grubby hands off of you. But Rowan had never thought to warn Black.

You clambered onto his lap and yanked at his collar, trying to get him to look at you again. “You’re misunderstanding! It wasn’t about him at all. It was about you, Rowan! I was – I was trying to forget you. I was trying to convince myself that our making love on the train, the way we did, didn’t mean anything because – because you didn’t write to me at all after that day, even though I’d been…” Your voice had gotten quieter and quieter as you kept speaking, and now, it dropped into a mumble, as you finished, “… waiting for your reply.”

All at once, you roughly shoved Rowan away from you. “Well, never mind! Fine! Believe what you want. I don’t care - !”

Your words were cut off as Rowan grabbed you and yanked you back to him. His hand caught your chin once more, but this time to pull you even closer to him – until your mouths met.

For a moment, there was only silence, as Rowan kissed you deeply. It wasn’t frantic and it wasn’t outwardly passionate, but you felt an intense, thrumming sense of tenderness come from Rowan. He held you so gently, and yet he had locked his mouth with yours so perfectly that you couldn’t breathe.

Finally, you and Rowan parted. The air was immediately filled with the sound of both of you panting hard. In between his sharp breaths, Rowan whispered, “Missed you too, little fox.”

Your hands found his chest and you clutched at the front of his shirt. Then, you buried your head against his chest and shoulder.

Rowan tucked you in against him and he kept you there for the rest of the night, holding you and feeling your soft, warm body all nestled up against his side. He remembered what the Nine-Tailed Fox had said to him: Your strength is not your heart – in fact, dare I say that you’re a coward at heart. It doesn’t surprise me that you won’t let yourself believe in love – you’re terrified of it.

Rowan wanted to look down at you, to catch a glimpse of your strange, yet endearing blue hair; your small, but feisty shape; your ever-too-curious, sharp-as-can-be, dark-yet-glittering eyes… But he was strangely afraid.

Instead, Rowan chose to look at the stars scattered across the sky. When Rowan had first entered this strange spiritual realm, there had only been four or five solitary, weak, and still stars in the night sky. Now, against the gorgeous indigo of the heavenly ocean, there were hundreds, if not thousands, of stars – some silvery-white, others multi-colored like jewels – and every single one of them was sparkling brightly in the clear spring sky.

Clarity, Rowan realized. That’s what this place gives me. A chance to clear my head, because I’m finally away from all of the overwhelming, unnecessary, deafening noise of the world… Strip away the world. What would I be, then? If I have a choice, for once – a say in who I am, separate from others’ expectations of me - what would I chose to be?

Rowan felt your small, warm hands come tapping up his side and flutter onto his chest. “Rowan? What are you thinking so hard about?”

“Nothing,” he replied. “Just admiring the stars here.”

Nestling closer to Rowan, you slid your head onto his shoulder and made to look up at the stars too.

Rowan wrapped his arm around your shoulders tighter. If she could choose what to be, I’d bet she would still choose to be a fox, even after this mess, he thought. Yeah, I know she would.

After a moment, you paused in confusion. “What’re you touching the top of my head for?” you wondered, for Rowan had snuck his hand up to the top of your head and was slipping in fingers in through your hair and almost massaging your head, as if he was feeling around for something.

“I was just checking if your fox ears had come back.”

“Of course not. Did you forget we just made love three – no, four – well, however many times?”

“Damn. I thought those fox ears were kind-of cute on you.”

The Fox, ever pleased by this young man, let out a low, happy sound that was somewhere between a bark and a hum.

The hell was that? you asked her.

Oh, nothing… Just a – a little sound of happiness, is all, the Fox said smugly. She flurried her tails around her and blinked prettily at Rowan. Y’know, if he ever wants to meet me, separate from you, I’d be more than happy to greet him in my nymph form.

You scowled. Bugger off.

Rowan heard you scoff. “What?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly.

Only, Rowan already knew. “That Fox of yours is happy, isn’t she?”

The Fox was all but bounding on her paws at this point. He’s very sensitive to my energy, isn’t he?

Simmer down, you scolded her.

To Rowan, you murmured, a bit embarrassed, “I think she really likes you.”

“Well, fine,” Rowan said easily. “That works in my favor.”

“Huh? For what?”

Rowan finally looked down at you. He smiled – not an arrogant, defensive smirk – but a soft smile, as he murmured, “Persuading you to be with me.”

You were touched by Rowan’s gentle sentiments, but the moment was decidedly ruined when your over-excited Fox whispered, Ohhh, let’s let him have us a sixth time!

No! You – You sleep, or whatever it is you do in my soul! you shouted back at her.

Rowan, who had been hoping for you to reply back just as softly as he had just addressed you, suddenly saw the most irritated scowl cross your face. He blinked in surprise. Then, he noticed the sudden flurry of silver tails flashing about in your eyes, and he laughed softly as he realized you were wrestling the Fox back into her place in your soul.

“Tell her to wait,” Rowan said, amused. “She can have me again, as soon as her master lets her.” He raised his eyebrow at you and teasingly touched your shoulder.

You gave Rowan a light punch on his shoulder. “Not tonight, you insatiable beast.”

“You called me a slut,” Rowan reminded you. “Now I have to live up to my name.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut it, you.” Then, you turned your body so you could gently rest one leg atop Rowan’s thigh. You rested your head on Rowan’s shoulder again, too.

The two of you were quiet for a long time again, until you reached out and took Rowan’s hand in yours. You traced the back of his hand with your fingertips. This is the hand of the man who came back and saved me, even when I told him to go.

Another memory flashed through your head: this one less random, and far more painful: Numbly, Remus whispered to you, “Just go. Please.”

“Thank you, Rowan,” you whispered. “Thank you for coming with me. And thank you for coming back to save me.”

Your voice was so heartfelt, and for some reason, so sad, that Rowan didn’t know how to answer, except to wrap both of his arms around you and squeeze you as tightly as he could.

* * * * * * * * * *

Remus was barely breathing. He was locked in a dark dungeon somewhere deep in the sewers, far below any human life. The werewolves had not let him off easily. After being mauled by the entire pack, he had been chained up in this pitch-black pit.

How long has it been since I’ve eaten? Remus wondered blearily. Since I’ve drank water? Since I’ve felt anything but pain?

Finally, one night, Fenrir came to Remus by himself.

“I’m disappointed in you, Lupin,” Fenrir growled. “Not in the least because...” Fenrir’s tongue flicked out menacingly. “…I created you.”

Remus, as exhausted and beaten as he was, snapped his head up. “What?” he croaked out in disbelief. “You – You were the one who turned me?”

Fenrir recounted, with a slight grin on his face, “Yes, I was once brought into the Ministry of Magic for questioning about a certain attack on a young girl. Someone had killed her by biting her neck. Apparently, I’d been spotted near the vicinity. Only, the Ministry couldn’t explain how human teeth could leave such marks on a body. And I wasn’t on the Werewolf Registry because I hadn’t reported myself as a werewolf. What fool would?”

Fenrir snorted in disgust. “But your father, Lyall, recognized me as a werewolf. He had the arrogance to recommend that the Ministry that because I was a werewolf, I should be detained before my hearing.”

Fenrir’s grin turned into something far colder, as he continued, “The other committee members laughed it off and released me, but only after I had been put through the humiliating ordeal of having to hear werewolves being spoken of as the filth of society, as inhumane, as disgusting. I had to sit there and listen to all of these so-called wizards demean what I was. I decided to do the proper thing and give your father a lesson in respecting others. Yes, I made your father pay for that day…”

Fenrir lifted his finger and pointed at Remus. “…by infecting his own, dear son. You.”

Remus stared at Fenrir in horror. For so long I believed that the werewolf who turned me did so accidentally, and that, once he or she turned back, that person spent the rest of their life repenting. I assumed it was just an accident. My father never said anything about it.

“And now, to realize that my own creation is so pathetic that it chooses Muggle filth over his own kind?” Fenrir shook his head at Remus. “It smears mud on my name, boy. You hear that?”

Remus hadn’t blinked for the past minute. I was created… by the will of a savage monster.

Fenrir walked up to Remus and grabbed his chin roughly. “You smear mud all over my name.” Fenrir raised his hand and smacked Remus hard in the face.

“Guh!” Remus felt blood trickle out of his mouth.

Fenrir laughed loudly. “I should have seen you were the mole. Always so weak, always so pathetic… Well, let’s see how fragile you are.” He stomped his foot on Remus’ ankle, breaking it.

Remus screamed. A long, horrible, drawn-out scream echoed down the long tunnels of the sewer.

“Very fragile, as it turns out. Still, I’ll give you a second change. Let’s turn the tables, shall we?” Fenrir said, ignoring Remus’ pained scream. “Help me plant a false trail. You tell Dumbledore that we’re going to raid one home, but we’ll go to another. You do this for me, and perhaps I’ll let you live.”

Remus whispered, in a broken voice, “I will never let you turn – huff – another child. I won’t let – huff – you. I’d rather die.”

Fenrir’s eyes flashed red. “Fine. Then, die!” Fenrir suddenly made to bite Remus’ throat, to rip his throat right out, even though Fenrir was in human form, when, out of nowhere, a great screech of metal being dragged on rock sounded out and a tiny ray of light came into the pitch-black pit.

“What the -?” Fenrir growled.

A voice cried out, “Impedimenta!”

Fenrir was blasted back.

“Relashio.”

Remus’s chains slipped away. He collapsed on his back onto the floor. He tried to open his eyes, but he hadn’t seen any sunlight for over three weeks and he felt like he was being blinded. He still tried to see, though, blinking heavily, until a familiar face swam into view.

“Wotcher, Remus.”

“Nym - Nymphadora?”

The pink-haired witch reached down and pulled Remus up off of the ground. She slung his arm over her shoulders. “It’s Tonks.”

Remus’ vision was going. Everything began to blur together and darken. There was a horrible buzzing in his ears. He slumped against her. “Nymphadora…”

“I said it’s Tonks. But never mind. I reckon you’re not in a state to understand me,” Tonks said grimly. She wrapped her arm around Remus’ waist and made sure he was putting all of his weight on her. “Hold on, Remus. I’ll get you home.”

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