Hungry for the Wolf

JK Rowling's characters and Wizarding Universe are all uniquely hers. Plot, new characters, new magical terms and abilities etc. are my intellectual property. If you want to borrow then please kindly ask.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. If you are looking for strict Canon or even a slight deviation from Canon you won’t find it here.

Summary: AU! Tonks finds herself increasingly curious about werewolves, and a certain werewolf in general. When she sets her sights on Remus Lupin, she gets more than she ever bargained for – and so does he.

Author’s Notes: For the Divine Diva Pennswoods at Snapecast who presented an opportunity I could not refuse – the chance to write some delish pr0n for her. OK people – I’m going to need your help directing this ship LOL!

Please note: Illustrations are to come and will be posted at my LiveJournal – my first every try at doing something of this nature, much like this fic is!


Hungry for the Wolf by NativeMoon


Chapter 003: Closer

Tonks needn’t have lost precious sleep by fretting over she and Lupin. Before a cock could crow thrice the following morning she was summoned by Rufus Scrimgeour, Senior Auror and Head of her department at the Ministry. She raced out of the house, completely unaware of the werewolf watching from the window in the narrow hall that led to their wing. His eyes never left her retreating back as she walked to the end of the street and then disappeared into the early morning darkness.

xxxOOOxxx

Three weeks later the young Auror made her way to her house in Devon. She needed a break before heading back to Grimmauld Place. Dumbledore worked her as hard as Scrimgeour did – and between the two of them she was sufficiently worn out. As with the last war, there were those who had sudden epiphanies about what they needed to be doing with their life and simply dropped everything in pursuit of making the most of their lives while they could. Tonks had finally given in and joined their ranks. She’d always known exactly what she wanted. The problem was being able to just go for it in every sense of the word.

xxxOOOxxx

‘God almighty,’ Tonks sighed as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her dressing room for the fifth night in a row.

There were some Aurors who looked nearer the grave than they really were in principal. She was fortunate that the job hadn’t scarred her as it had some of the others – yet. Maybe all that time spent with Severus hadn’t entirely been a waste; she’d tapped into a strength that she didn’t know she had just to be able to put up with his bullshit and for so long. That same strength certainly served her well during the course of her latest duties for the Headmaster and the Ministry.

It was also that same strength that made her set her cap on Lupin and not give up no matter how hard he’d tried to put her off his scent.

She made a slight adjustment to her bubble-gum pink hair and added platinum-blonde streaks. Eyeshadow in a palette of berry, mauve and smokey gray set off her large brown eyes and her lips had been enhanced by a sheer gloss that brought out the natural deep pink of her lips.


The young Auror was wearing a long cranberry-coloured knitted tunic belted over black French leggings and steel-toed boots. She tried not to think about the last time she’d worn this ensemble; Severus had ridiculed her for it.

Was there anything besides fucking that he’d tolerated her for?

Tolerated.

‘Jesus Christ – he tolerated me,’ she hissed as she twisted this way and that, still unhappy with how she looked.

There wasn’t anything else she could do really. People were going to have to accept her as she was, and not expect her to change to what they wanted her to be. Maybe that was the appeal of her to Snape, the way she could adjust her looks to suit his narrow ideas of what was acceptable. Except that his ideas of what was acceptable only suited some back-street whore.

She laughed at the ridiculousness of being a bit nervous about Remus after everything that she’d done to get his attention. After all, he was no Death Eater. In fact, if anyone had a reason to completely turn against the wizarding world, it was certainly him. The fact that he was risking so much for nothing in return, that spoke volumes to her, even if some people thought it was stupid.

xxxOOOxxx

Tonks stood just inside the doorway of the Barrowboy Pub and peered around the premises. Unlike many of the places she normally went to, this was quite traditional. There were no giant Muggle television screens with sports matches or neon lighting with modern décor to match. It was a good old-fashioned traditional pub with patrons who wanted to relax with their friends over a pint and perhaps some good food from a rather basic menu. If you wanted to have a civilised conversation and be heard, the Barrowboy was not a bat place to be.

She placed her order and took a seat with her first pint for the night, ignoring muttered comments about “the damn punks that were going to take over such a nice place” from a rather snobbish-looking couple.

The young Auror lost herself in a rather weighty tome about the Dark Arts disguised as Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice/Persuasion Deluxe Edition’ and so didn’t notice that anyone had taken a seat across from her.

“I couldn’t believe it when I saw you through the window,’ Remus said hesitantly as he peered at the book cover. ‘A rather interesting place to read and choice of reading…’

He’d fought with himself for a good ten minutes before bucking up the courage to come in. Merlin knew he should have just put what happened between them that night from his mind, but he couldn’t. And because he couldn’t there wasn’t the possibility of just walking by the pub and ignoring the fact that Tonks was inside. It had been three weeks – three long miserable weeks since he’d last seen her.

The young Auror swallowed the last bit of her Guinness and didn’t get to answer as the bartender brought over her meal.

‘Why don’t you stay awhile, Remus,” she said calmly. ‘On me…?’

‘I should be getting home really…’

‘He’ll have the braised steak, three portions rare, with a heavy dose of mustard mash. Put the veg on the side please.’

‘Anything else?’ the bartender asked after repeating the order back to her. ‘Another Guinness?’

‘A Black and Tan?’ she asked a bemused Remus.

‘You read my mind…,’ he answered with a smile. ‘…which you do quite well Miss ‘Dora.’

‘Make that two please – a full yard.’

‘Won’t be two ticks…’ The bartender said before scarpering off and then bringing them their drinks. Lupin and Tonks made small talk about her reading until his dinner was brought out and they were finally left alone.

‘So what brings you down here?’ Remus asked cautiously. ‘More excitement and thrills for the Ministry?’

‘Much needed rest and relaxation actually; there are only so many 30-hour shifts I can take in the job and then running around doing everything that Dumbledore needs. Fortunately I’m overdue to take some time off so the boss didn’t have much of a choice. And some of Dumbledore’s so-called inner circle have yet to a damn thing and need to get off their arses. I put my foot down and decided I didn’t care if he was angry with me. At the moment I’m not doing anything that some of the rest of them couldn’t do.’

‘You and me both,’ the werewolf sighed, unknowingly answering Tonk’s own unasked question. ‘I’ve been worn out by all the work I’ve been doing… And it’s hard going not having everything I need to hand… Being able to fully recover is a bit… difficult.’

‘I know it’s very painful; I just can’t imagine what’s it’s like to… you know…’

‘I hope you never have to find out,’ Lupin said firmly.

He regretted it the moment he said it. The werewolf once again was faced with the possibility that being with him was enough to hurt Tonks, and in ways she couldn’t imagine. No one in the wizarding world knew as much as they thought they did about his kind unless they were one of them. The curriculum at Hogwarts only covered the bare necessities, being ministry-sanctioned as it was.

But still he did not leave.

The conversation continued on, ebbing and flowing as it always did when Lupin and Tonks were alone. He did try to walk away in his head at least; but on and on they would continue completely losing all track of time. He just didn’t want to let it go even though he firmly believed that he should.

There was definitely something between them, and more and more he wanted to explore what that unspoken something was. It was as real and palpable as the meals and alcohol they were consuming. He’d never had a woman who didn’t mind what he was and there hadn’t been very many women in his life. He’d run from them as much as he ran from being disliked.

Maybe he should just stop running…

xxxOOOxxx

Sure enough, Lupin and Tonks ended up being the last to leave the pub.

‘Let me walk you home,’ Lupin offered. ‘You shouldn’t be on your own so late at night…’

‘Oh I don’t want to inconvenience you…’ Tonks answered.

‘Not a problem,’ he said as pulled out a Muggle Twenty Pound note and handed it to the bartender and instructed him to keep the change.


Tonks’ eyebrows flew up into her hair, but she erred on the side of caution didn’t comment. She’d made it a point to not say very much about Remus’ lack of funds in the past; it certainly wouldn’t do to be fussing over him because his fortunes seemed to have turned for a bit.

‘So… Is this the part where you thank me for being such a good friend and blather on about how you can’t involved with anyone etc. etc. etc. …’ she said as they crunched their way through the falling snow towards Bromley-Upon-Exeter. ‘You don’t have to walk me home just to tell me that.’

‘It’s not as simple as you are trying to make out.’

‘What I know is that all night we have danced around the fact that you were ready and willing to fuck me back at Headquarters.’

‘It doesn’t make any sense… what happened,’ Lupin said with a frown.

‘What? That I gave you the blowjob of your life?’

‘Yes, ‘Dora!’ Only another werewolf could do what you did!’

Tonks stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

‘You really don’t know, do you?’

‘You’ve lost me…’ the werewolf said looking down at her.

‘The Dark Arts expert has no idea…’ she thought to herself. ‘He doesn’t know everything about his own kind…’

‘Surely the fact that I was able to do that should tell you something.’

‘Even though we seem… compatible… which doesn’t make any sense... I could hurt you, ‘Dora – I could really, really hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened... and because of me…’

Lupin ran hand through his shaggy hair and looked away from her frustratedly.

‘I have nothing to offer you! I’m old, I’m poor and I am definitely a lot more dangerous that you can possibly understand!’

‘I don’t agree,’ Tonks said softly, but firmly, as she put her arms around him.

Lupin looked away at some distant spot, his eyes glistening. Tonks inched up on the tips of her toes and gave him a kiss, a different kind of kiss – one that only his kind or someone who was very well informed about them would understand. She was surprised when he gently licked and nipped her lips in return, whimpering as he did so. She wouldn’t have expected it the way he carried on about what he was. All of her reading had yielded some very interesting facts. Tonks had wondered how some of them could reveal themselves in her relationship with Remus – if they were headed for a relationship that is.

Perhaps she had just imagined that he’d done that…

And then he did it again.

It was all Tonks could do to not break into a grin. She had read that in a pack, submissive wolves gently lick or nip the muzzle of the alpha wolves in acknowledgement of the stronger wolves’ authority. And there was a distinct difference between active submission and passive submission. Whimpering was a clear sign of active submission.

Remus was acknowledging that they were mates and that she was the dominant partner. The icing on that formidable cake was that he was actively ceding to her authority.

It didn’t take long before he was devouring her hungrily, whimpering in the back of his throat.

‘I think it’s time we cut the bullshit, don’t you?’ Tonks said with a flash of her eyes.

She grabbed hold of Lupin and with a loud CRACK, they Disapparated.

xxxOOOxxx

The signs were so different now that they were in bed and Lupin was ready to fuck.

The werewolf rolled onto his back and whimpered softly as Tonks licked and nipped his throat, chest and abdomen. It was her acknowledgment of her role, but in the manner prescribed by his kind. She teased one engorged nipple with her tongue and teeth while pinching the other. Remus yipped and grabbed the sheets tighter, actively ceding to her domination.

The look on his face was priceless as Tonks pulled out a set of scarves and covered his eyes. She sat for a moment, not doing anything.

‘Dora?’ he croaked.

There was a twist to his nipples and his cock twitched hard.

Tonks grinned devilishly as she produced a grisly set of Auror handcuffs. She chained his hands above his head and then locked them to the headboard of her old-fashioned brass bed.

She moved away from him to the chaise lounge by the bank of windows the flooded the room with moonshine. She sat still for ten minutes, just observing his increasing frustration at not being able to do anything. The young Auror never seen a cock twitch like his. It was bobbing back and forth violently and his breathing had become hard and labored. He lengthened and thickened with the passing of every minute. The Hogwarts students didn’t really have a clue. Reading may be fundamental, but there was nothing that beat good old-fashioned experience.

Tonks padded over to the bed, and without uttering a word she began to tease the head of his cock with her tongue.

‘Dora – please!’ Remus whimpered. ‘Oh God please! It hurts to not… to not…!’

Tonks didn’t answer as she took him into her mouth and once again deep throated him.

Lupin began to thrust in her mouth, moaning loudly as he did.

Tonks squeezed his shaft hard causing him to yip loudly.

‘Only when I say,’ she ordered before giving him another hard squeeze.

The young Auror looked up at his hands which were purple with the effort of clinging to the headboard. The werewolf needed to let go, but she would decide when it was appropriate. It certainly wasn’t going to happen tonight, oh no. His cock was twitching violently and he was straining and arching up needing release. She knew all about the submissives – they’d do whatever the Alpha wanted.

She’d waited this long, she could wait a little longer.

She straddled him and began to slide back and forth over his impossibly enormous appendage, licking her lips and grinning as she did so. The werewolf was tossing his shaggy head to and fro to the side and arching up in expectation of sliding inside her. She ground hard against him, causing him to whimper. His whimpering now had a hint of growling as the werewolf vented his frustration.

‘What do you need, Wolfie?’ she purred in his ear. ‘Tell me exactly what you need.’

Lupin said nothing as he felt his balls constrict. His erection swelled and if he’d actually been inside Tonks, they would have been impaled together for around twenty minutes as he repeatedly orgasmed.

‘Oh no you won’t!’ Tonks ordered as she grabbed his cock at its base. She could barely do it now that it was so thick.

The werewolf was effectively prevented from coming and began to growl.

Tonks squeezed as hard as she could.

‘Tell me!’ she repeated.

‘I want...’ Lupin began only to stop himself.

He really needed to come and his cock and balls felt like they were going to explode. They would, in a manner of speaking, once Tonks let go.

Squeeze.

It was torture – but Merlin it felt so good, the werewolf thought to himself fleetingly. He arched again and began to howl the house down as Tonks moved her hot wetness back and forth while still preventing him from climaxing. And to think he’d been so bloody scared!

‘Dora, I want you – I want you so much!’ Remus gasped as her mouth clamped down on a nipple and began to suck hard.

He was bucking wildly now.

‘And?’ Tonks said darkly.

‘I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you so bad it’s, it’s..!’

Tonks said nothing as she impaled herself on his cock and didn’t move.

It wasn’t anywhere near a minute before the werewolf shot his load, howling the house down once again. They were locked together for a half hour as load and creamy load of ejaculate hit her cervix and then poured out. It was hot and unbelievably thick and sticky. The room smelled of it and that made Remus even more excited.

‘Fuck me…’ he whispered hoarsely. ‘Oh Merlin, ‘Dora please…’

But all she would do is sit, and let him come.

Now that Tonks had this power, she wouldn’t give it up as easily as Remus had done.