What's Your Fantasy

What's Your Fantasy

by: Rose Songweaver

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Summary:

At least two-dozen mini-lemons, in no particular order, taken from Ludacris's lyrics for What's Your Fantasy; pairs and warning vary.

General warnings: explicit foreplay and/or oral, anal, and vaginal sex, scenes including but not limited to: power plays, d/s, bondage, voyeurism, exhibitionism, infidelity, role play, implied consent, general variety.

Characters may include: Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Padma Patil, Parvati Patil, Nymphadora Tonks, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, various Weasley brothers, Lucius Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Remus Lupin, possibly others

Note: I do supply the pairing and lyrics at the end, so if you absolutely must, you can look there first. However, sometimes the surprise makes the story better. And, no, these are definitely not DH compatible, possibly not even HBP or earlier

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Scene Two: TLC

A fearful howl split the air, a canine sound full of rage and agony. Tonks cringed behind the wall of magic- he sounded like he was in so much pain.

She forced herself to watch, to share at least some of the burden with him. She had been with him all night, for the last two nights, enduring the transformation with him, comforting him as best she could with her presence. He would let her do no more; he feared that, even with the Wolfsbane Potion, he would still possibly cause her damage. Hence the magical protection.

As for her, she knew he would never hurt her. Knew it with all the certainty he lacked. So she had sat, utterly without fear, the first night when his full werewolf form had approached her, baring its fangs, growling low, the few seconds before Remus took over. He had been shocked that he smelt no fear from her.

It was the beginning of a change for them.

Now, three nights and five, soon to be six, transformations later, his agony was almost over this month. She had been shocked at the violence of his change- like most, she had never seen a werewolf transformation.

His very body had seemed to attack itself first, shadows racing under his skin, until that darkness had won when the moon rose to its fullest height. She had watched, fascinated, when Remus had vanished from his eyes. He stared at her with an alien intelligence, a cold cunning, and she knew it.

The next second his head had snapped back, and a strangled sound escaped his throat. His muscles had all tensed as his body mass doubled, expanded, packed his slim frame with meaty, sinewy strength. That part was bad for him, the most exhausting, and since it consumed all the extra energy of his body, he didn't have the strength to resist the next part.

All of his body had changed from human to wolf. His shoulders, arms, ribs, spine, hips and legs had been forced to bend, crack, and reform until they would support a four-legged stance. His fingers and feet had broken and folded in until they formed paws. Then his face had gone. His nose became stronger, made of bone, then elongated, forming a snout. His teeth had reset themselves in his mouth, becoming fangs. His eyebrows and eyes had changed, becoming a stronger ridge. His ears had ripped themselves farther up his head, and become pointed. Alarmingly, his cock hardened, thickened and lengthened. Last his back arched in pain as his spine elongated and ripped out of his body in a tail.

In the next few seconds, everything was complete, as the last of the hair rushed over his form.

He was disorientated, always, for a few seconds, as the wolf looked from his eyes. Then the potion re-exerted itself, and the man had crept back into the animal body. That was perhaps the worst part: the very human shame, pain, and anger in the wolf's eyes.

His final form was that of a huge, unnatural wolf. His head would reach her shoulders easily. His teeth were the size of one of her fingers. He probably weighed at least a few hundred pounds.

When she saw the man she loved in the wolf's eyes, she took it as her cue to talk to him. She told him softly that she was glad he had come back to her. She talked for hours, never really sure what she said, as he laid down, unable to meet her eyes.

From her place in the room, she could track the progress of the moon. Always when the moon seemed to reach the edge of the houses nearby, he would start growling anxiously. Then, when the moon faded into the light of day, he would howl mournfully, as it began again.

Only when he lay limp, cold and human, would Tonks be released from her prison. She rushed over to him, refusing to leave him even when he growled at her to go, leave him to his shame. She lovingly covered him with a blanket, then embraced his shaking form. She had learned the first night that his body's reaction to the pain always expressed itself, and it was this that bore him the most shame after everything was over. She also learned that he was extremely fatigued, and needed nourishment immediately. Every morning, she wrapped him in a blanket, supported him so he could walk, and led him home. There, she fed him, then led him to bed so he could rest.

She did all these things now, trying not to be hurt about his refusal to meet her eyes. When she situated him in their bed, he surprised him and herself by slipping in behind him, lying against his tense form until they both drifted off to sleep.

Several hours later, she woke to find he had slipped her hold in the night, and now had drawn as far away from her as possible. She met his eyes, reading the self loathing, and gave him a small smile.

"Morning."

He turned his face from her and said nothing.

She slid closer and laid her hand against his shoulder, and forced herself not to wince when he moved away from her touch.

"How are you feeling?"

She studied his silent form, noticing his shaking. Frowning, she reached out again, smoothing soothing circles over his side. She jerked in surprise at the growl that escaped him.

"G-go. Now."

She shook her head. "You know I'm not going anywhere. And look, we made it after your first transformation with me. Everything's fine."

He shook his head jerkily. "Leave now. Please. I don't want to hurt you..."

Tonks frowned again. "What do you mean, don't want to hurt me? Remus, it's over. What's wrong?"

She sat up and studied him closely. He was curled in a fetal position on the edge of the bed, almost plastered against the wall. Little tremors shook him, and his eyes were clenched tight.

"You're in pain," she guessed.

A harsh almost laugh escaped him. "No. Now go."

She narrowed her eyes at him, then acted.

In one swift move, she ripped the covers off them. His eyes widened in shock, but before he could do anything, she laid both hand on one shoulder, and quickly applied enough pressure to force him onto his back. Before he could move, she sat on his chest and pressed her nose to his.

"Remus Lupin," she growled. "You are not going to lock me out. Not when I know you need me. Now I am going to sit here until you start to communicate, even if it takes another year!"

His hands came up, presumably to toss her off, but before they touched her he jerked them away. He jammed his head back into the pillow, turning his head away again, neck and shoulders tensed. A sound escaped that almost sounded like a whimper.

She pursed her lips and poked him. "Ready to talk?"

In response to her prodding his chest, his hips jerked forward, and his hard, painfully swollen arousal brushed over her leg.

Her eyes widened in comprehension.

"You want me, and think that you'll hurt me."

Eyes clenched tight, he nodded in misery.

"I can't help it," he pleaded. "Please, just leave. I'll take care of it."

She glared at him, trying to disguise her hurt. "Is this the way it'll always be," she asked quietly. "You want to run away every time you think something might disgust me, every time things get a little tough?"

He didn't answer, but continued to tremble beneath her.

She sighed. "For the last time, I'm not leaving, Remus. I'll be here for you during your transformations, I'll be here for you no matter what you need to help with them, and I'll be here the rest of the time. Get that through your head."

Even now he made no response to her words. She was silent for several minutes, then leaned forward again.

"Remus," she whispered. "I'm still here. And if this is what you need, I want you to trust me. I'm offering what you need. Just accept the offer."

He shook his violently. "You don't know," he said. "You can't know. If I take you now, I'll hurt you. Please, just go."

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, she slowly pressed a kiss onto his cheek. She trailed her mouth along his face until she ran her tongue over his ear. His body jerked violently, but he still retained that iron control.

She blew in his ear, then dragged her mouth down his throat. When she reached the bottom of his neck, she bit him, very gently, ripping a strangled snarl from his mouth. His arms rose quickly, but he realized what he was doing and restrained himself again.

Tonks smiled into his chest as she slid back on his chest until his cock was pressed against her rear. She moved her hips slightly from side to side as she stroked his chest, smoothed over his shoulders, running her tongue down the center of his chest. He was steadily growling now, shaking with effort, as she went to work on his body.

Going in for the kill, she raised her hips and trapped his cock under her, at the same time quickly dragging her teeth over one of his pecs, then roughly biting one of his nipples.

The response was immediate and violent. His hands came up and squeezed her hips, lifting her up, probably intending to lift her off. But the last of his resistance, the last of his good intentions were gone, and he rolled over, forcing her into the mattress, then harshly ground his arousal into her.

The growl that had been rising all through her ministrations cut off suddenly. His eyes were still tormented, but now they were filled with heat, with extreme arousal.

He panted harshly, still rotating his hips against her. "I'm sorry," he gasped out, then whipped his face forward into her neck and held her with his teeth.

His hands ripped the thin spaghetti strap shirt off her, then yanked down her shorts. He pinned her shoulder with one hand, then lifted her hips with the other. Her legs fell open, and his hips pressed between them.

A heartbeat passed when he tried to hold back, but with a howl of triumph and failure, he roughly forced his cock in her body.

He paused in shock at her heat, her wetness. She was turned on by this! He pulled back and his eyes met hers as she moaned, back arching as he impaled her. He studied her flushed face for a second, then pulled his hips back slowly, deliberately. He lingered, only an inch or so inside, then rammed back with more strength than he had ever used on her.

Immediately she gasped and shuddered, trembling in pleasure, wrapped around his cock. He cocked his head, then grinned slightly. She liked this.

He leaned most of his weight on her pinned shoulder as he towered his torso over her in dominance. His other hand clenched her ass, keeping her hips raised, as he thrust between her thighs, shoving his cock into her with all the force he could muster. He was so deep inside that he could feel his own cock moving beneath her skin, could almost see the movement in her abdomen. He grinned tightly, oddly pleased with seeing his possession in such a primal way.

She was gasping beneath him, shaking with pleasure, eyes sliding shut and thighs relaxing around his hips. Wanting more depth, he slid them back until his feet hit the wall. Releasing his hold on her, he grabbed her legs, spreading her open with his hands. He drew back, then used the wall to push forward with incredible strength.

Her mouth fell open as a scream escaped her lips, her body convulsing and clutching his in orgasm. He watched her as he bust her body, tunneling her as hard as he could, noting that her hair was changing color erratically as she was beyond controlling it.

He felt the familiar tightening in his balls and knew he was almost going to blow. Pleasure was racing through his body, spreading from his cock into his chest, seizing him and holding him captive to what he was doing. She was keening now, jerking each time he thrust all the way inside. He gave her a series of five strong, fast thrusts, and her orgasm hit, clenching him strongly, forcing him over the edge with her.

His eyes rolled up, his voice choked from pleasure, as he felt his balls draw up and he spilled inside her. He howled his success as her renewed juices mixed with his seed, as their bodies trembled.

When the final tremors died away he collapsed, his weight landing on her body. After a moment, he turned them so she was draped over his chest, his cock still connecting them.

His hands cradled her head as he kissed her forehead.

"Thank you, my love," he whispered. "For everything."

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Pairing: Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks

Warnings: graphic sex

Lyrics: 'Give me TLC, 'cause you know I be too proud'

Approx. 2400 words, 7 pages

Time: 1.5 hours

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Strangely, this chapter is almost the same size as the other one. I think that this one is much more smutty though. It would appear that I always have to have some sort of intro to the circumstances, though. Hope everyone's okay with that.