The Walking Wounded

Chapter Five –

Staring at the Wolfsbane Potion, I shudder in resolution. I won’t take it. Tonight, the dementia that it has staved off for so long will claim my life – I hope. The wards are secure. Every one shall be safe. I shan’t get loose. Moony will try, but he won’t succeed. He and I shall die trying. In doing so, my misery shall end.

Once I’m gone, Hermione and Severus will be safe. At least, I hope so.

Memories of last year bubble to the surface of my mind. I never should have opened the door. I never should have let Hermione in. She was out of control. She didn’t know what she was doing, seeking comfort from a lycan so close to the full moon.

When I tasted the drops of her blood along my incisors, I knew it was too late for me. There isn’t much research on mating habits of werewolves. Many die early deaths, and the concept of mating is a one that the Ministry doesn’t necessarily encourage. Part of me wants to damn her for being so foolish, but the other part wants to thank her.

After tonight, I will be gone.

Hearing the door to Grimmauld Place open and close, I sigh. It is probably Severus to make certain that I have taken the Wolfsbane Potion. I hide the bottle among the towels in the cupboard and make my way downstairs. I appreciate his “thoughtfulness,” but I am irritated over the interruption. I told him in no uncertain terms to leave me alone.

Severus is mumbling to himself. He does that a lot. As I near them, I hear another voice – a feminine one. I freeze near the bottom of the stairs, Hermione’s scent assailing me.

I take the rest of the stairs two at a time, disbelieving the lengths my Slytherin lover will sink to. “You fucking bastard! I can’t believe you did this!”

The sight of Hermione takes my breath away. Her hair is longer and her cheeks are fuller. She has put on some of the weight that she lost after Harry’s death.

“It’s good to see you too, Professor Lupin,” Hermione greets me flippantly, tugging her gloves off.

My eyes narrow as she removes her outer cloak. The weight she has gained is reflected in the subtle shift of her feminine curves. Severus moves to take her coat, but I cut him off, shoving him out of the way. I bare my teeth, my predatory instincts conquering my human reasoning. I am torn. On one hand I want to kill him. On the other, I want to snog him senseless. “Get away from her.” Moony senses competition and goes crazy.

“Did you take the Wolfsbane Potion?” he asks, mindful of the time-sensitive nature of the brew that staves off my dementia.

“No,” I growl, circling Hermione slowly and licking my lips. Lust rules my logic, and I grow hard. Decorum is for the mild-mannered man I am. The animalistic lust makes me want to shed all vestiges and rub myself against her.

“Where is it, Lupin?” Snape snaps. He approaches me cautiously. “You know I don’t have time to brew more. She came of her own free will. She knows what she’s here for.”

Hermione is frozen, her flippant manner gone as she realizes the danger she is in. I can hear her heart and breathing accelerate. I can smell her womanly juices flowing to receive my hardening cock.

Grabbing her around the waist, I throw her over my shoulder and leap up the stairs, managing to maintain some of my sanity as I barricade the bathroom door. With my last sane thought, I grasp the bottle of Wolfsbane Potion and drink it. I’m afraid it won’t do much to stave off my reaction to the witch.

Turning Hermione in my arms, I push her forward. She braces herself on the sink. Her gaze meets mine in the mirror above the sink.

There is banging on the door. Snape is on the other side. I can smell his sweat.

“I’m all right!” she calls out to him. “He took the Wolfsbane. Leave us alone. It’s got to be done!”

I sniff the air, expecting to smell fear. Instead, I smell lust. Lifting the hem of her wizarding robe and Muggle skirt and pushing them to her waist, I shove her knickers down and nip the pale globes of her ass in retribution for leaving me. Reaching between her legs, I run my fingers along her bare slit. It is more than a man can stand, much less a werewolf.

Standing, I shove my robe out of the way and free my aching cock from my trousers. Placing the tip of my cock at the opening of her welcoming sex, I surge forward and seal our fates. Our eyes meet in the mirror as I claim my mate. I can see her passionate resignation as I shove my way into her slick body. She is my damnation and my salvation.

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I know there is more to come. Severus explained the theories that surrounded the mating ritual of a werewolf. Unfortunately, it wasn’t really something that was taught in school, and it wasn’t really something that I had sought to study. Remus is larger than I remember. He rests within me, cursing in Latin and rubbing his cheek against my shoulder.

Holding myself up with one hand, I push my jumper off my shoulder and bare the small scar that he had made so long ago. He licks my neck the way I would imagine a vampire would before sampling their victim’s blood. Then he rubs the scar with his cheek.

Snape bangs on the door again. “Damn you, Lupin! Undo the wards. I don’t care how far you’re gone! I didn’t bring her back for you to harm her.”

“Mine,” Remus growls and moves inside me. He grips my hips and fucks me hard and fast, the glide of his cock pure nirvana for me. It isn’t the most comfortable position, but his pace and depth take away the discomfort as I feel the spiral of lust tighten in my belly.

Snape keeps pounding on the door. I stifle a laugh. If I didn’t know better I would say that he cared. But I know better. I grunt with each brutal thrust. I pant as my orgasm nears. Why shouldn’t I enjoy my fate?

Releasing my hips, Remus reaches around my hip and slides his fingers between my swollen sex.

He plucks my clit and I come, my orgasm flooding my sensibilities. It isn’t long before he joins in my pleasure, the telltale warmth of his come spreading deep inside the entrance to my womb.

Pulling me back against him, he lifts me and carries me a few steps to the vanity across the room. He leans against it and kicks the stool out with his foot. I am like a limp rag doll in his arms. Sitting on the stool, he arranges me on his lap, my back against his chest. Remus pushes my legs apart and guides his semi-erect cock back into my dripping slit.

Summoning his wand from across the room, he flicks it toward the door. A very pissed-off Snape slams the door open and stares at the sight of debauchery before him.

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The sight before me freezes me as jealousy spikes deep. I knew what they were doing. I know what they will do from here on out, but it is still painful to see them like this. I feel like an outsider looking in. I cannot take my eyes off them. There are bruises on Miss Granger’s body, left there by Lupin’s careless groping. The love bites on her neck and shoulders are testament to his position. But the sight that I cannot turn away from is the sight of his semi-erect cock still buried inside her body. I can see the come dripping from their conjoined bodies.

I could lie and say that I was concerned for her welfare, but I knew he wouldn’t harm her. She wouldn’t stand for it. The one thing I have learned about Miss Granger is that she will only tolerate pain at her leisure.

“Are you all right?” I ask them, unable to tear my gaze away.

Lupin smiles. He is relaxed… a vision of half-sated lust. He moves his right hand to where they are man and woman, and dips his fingers into the evidence of their earlier release. The movement breaks my lingering gaze, and I watch as he holds his fingers up to me in invitation.

Unable to resist, I kneel before them and accept the offering. I will take what I can get. In all honesty, I am amazed that Lupin is able to offer me this much due to the monthly madness that is descending upon him this evening.

I have been the recipient of the beast’s “affections” these past months. He had used me as a poor substitute. To be offered anything by a half-crazed lycan amazes me. I suck his fingers into my mouth, flicking my tongue against the pads of his fingertips and tasting the bittersweet taste of their juices.

Lupin chuffs excitedly and rubs his cheek against Miss Granger’s shoulder, which is red and raw from his attentions. I inhale their scent, wondering if I will be allowed more. I tread carefully, mindful of Lupin’s fragile condition.

If the research I read is correct, he is still “knotted” within her. It is a nervous process, one that I must participate in if I am to become part of his “pack.”

Transfixed by the sight of their union, I finally mange to look up. Miss Granger remains perfectly still, playing her part as submissive female extremely well. She wasn’t too thrilled when I told her what she was to do. When I had explained my part in Lupin’s life, she had grown quiet and thoughtful, neither condemning my relationship with the lycan nor supporting it.

Her skin is tan from the hours of work in the sun. Her curves have filled out with the addition of weight, lending to her beauty. She prepared for this moment with the same care she had always prepared whenever she had “visited” me. She is clean-shaven, her intimate mound bare and glistening with excitement and juices. The position she is in looks wanton and inviting. But it also looks uncomfortable.

Lupin has his knees beneath hers and has spread her open. I tell by the gleam in his eyes that it is for my benefit and his. The wolf wants me to bear witness to the mating ritual. The man wants me to partake of it.

Sight and scent combine, increasing my want of them to a painful arousal.

Handling Miss Granger like she is a puppet on a string, he shifts her forward just a tad and deepens their union. She gasps, her brown eyes darkening with renewed passion. Lupin sucks the skin of her neck and shoulder to heighten their pleasure. As he holds her around her waist and stomach with one hand, he reaches between her legs with the other, skillfully spreading her weeping lips.

“Taste us, Severus,” he demands of me, his voice gruff with lust.

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Remus is deep within me, gloriously deep within me. I am swollen with need, wet from our mutual release, and ready for more pleasure. But to see Severus’ dark head dip to where Remus and I are still joined is beyond any fantasy I ever could have imagined.

The feel of his tongue against my clitoris is nirvana. I feel Remus’ cock twitch within me and hear his intake of breath.

“Yes,” he hisses next to my ear and takes hold of Severus head. Lifting me up, Remus pulls out of me.

I could cry about being bereft, but the sight of Severus licking Remus’ come-covered cock causes me to shiver. Severus explained the nature of their relationship to me. I could appreciate the irony of it once I got over the shock. Once Severus had discovered my duplicity, he had been most put out. It seemed that I was not the only one doing the cuckolding.

Remus groans as Severus goes down on him. He fingers my clit in time with his pleasure. With a visceral huff, Remus tugs Severus ebony hair. “Enough, Severus. Now fuck her.”

I would say that I am shocked, but I’m not. I knew coming back that I would be lover to both. I just didn’t think I would be lover to both of them at the same time so soon.

Snape’s black eyes study my trepidation. “Remus. I don’t think –”

“Do it!” Remus demands, nipping my shoulder. “I need to smell you inside her for this to work.”

Merlin! What have I gotten myself into?

Severus spells his clothes off quickly and stands before us, stroking his cock. Remus shifts me in his lap. His cock is nestled securely against my bum. “Take her.”

Snape looks almost apologetic. To ease his concerns, I capture his head and pull him down for a kiss. He enters me with a vicious thrust and stills, letting me adjust to his girth.

Remus whimpers and Snape breaks our kiss. Remus fists his fingers in Snape’s long locks and pulls him into a ferocious kiss.

As I watch the two men kiss, I buck on Remus’ lap. Yes, I have Snape’s cock inside me, but I want to share in the kiss, and I will not be denied.

I can feel the insistent press of Remus against my ass, but I do not feel that I am ready for that adventure yet. I’ve been buggered up the arse, but only after extensive preparation. Remus pulls away from kissing Snape and kisses me. His wicked tongue thrusts inside my mouth in time with Snape’s cock thrusting inside my wet channel.

I groan. Fingers dance across my clit. Hands massage my breasts. Remus continues kissing me and Snape continues fucking me. The spiral tightens. Skin slaps skin. I can feel the juices drip out of me. The pressure is too much and I keen, arching my back and welcoming the onslaught of pleasurable waves as they wash over me. Severus is not far behind. With a soft groan, he impales me. I can feel the warm gush of semen as it mingles inside my core.

Remus wastes not time, pushing Snape out and claiming me for his. He turns me in his lap, so that I am facing him, and places me over his thick cock. He hammers into me, lost in the possessive nature of claiming his mate. I hold onto him, knowing that I am unable to join him again. Exhaustion is creeping up on me. A girl can only take so much…

Snape holds me, pressing his chest against my back. He makes no demands. He merely offers support as Remus looses himself inside the confines of my body.


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TBC