A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

Chapter 71 ~ Lupus Interruptus

Eloise tugged Remus’ boxers all the way down to his ankles, and the werewolf stepped out of them, his own eyes black-veined as the woman stood up facing him.

”Go into the cage and undress,” Remus growled at her.

Eloise’s eyes raked over him, halting on his erect organ for a moment before she turned and walked into the cage, beginning to unbutton her shirt. Remus walked over by his robes and picked his wand up off the floor, then entered the cage, striding up to Eloise as she was pulling open her shirt and backing her against the bars roughly, the muggle gasping as he pressed his nude body against hers.

“Contraceptive spell,” Remus managed to say in a somewhat garbled voice, shifting slightly and pressing the tip of his wand beneath Eloise’s navel. He had to force himself to think of the proper incantation before he whispered it. Eloise felt something turn over inside her.

“Protected,” Remus growled, dropping his wand and beginning to pull her shirt off her rather roughly, pulling her away from the bars and turning her around as he slid it down her arms.

Eloise closed her eyes as she felt Remus’ impatient hands pull at the button of her jeans and unzip her zipper, panting as he pulled them open, then dropping tugging them down over her thighs. The woman shuddered as she felt him take a long lick on her right leg, then heard him let out a high pitched whine of excitement, then an aggravated growl. Suddenly she was lifted bodily and tossed into the bed, her jeans still on.

“Damn boots,” Remus hissed, tugged first at one then the other. He couldn’t get her jeans off because of them. He looked as if it wanted to rip the footwear to bits. He dropped the boots then slid her jeans off her body. Now Eloise was clad only in her knickers and bra, resting on her elbows as she looked up at him.

“Sit up,” Remus breathed, feeling his power over the woman. Eloise was accepting of him and it made him feel strong, in control…Alpha. Eloise did so, and Remus reached behind her and unclasped her bra, sliding it down her arms, his eyes on her breasts. They were perfect. Not huge but large and firm, tipped with puckered brown nipples. Remus dropped to his knees and caressed them, looking into Eloise’s face as she snarled slightly, her lip curling with pleasure. Remus lowered his head and kissed both her breasts gently, then licked them all over before drawing one hard nipple into his mouth, Eloise hissing and digging her nails into his shoulders as he laved first one breast than the other.

Eloise felt as if she were turning inside out as the werewolf worshipped her breasts, her body becoming extremely sensitive, the room losing reality as she whimpered against her would-be mate’s ministrations, Remus’ hands moving over her back and waist, sliding down her thighs, petting her gently as he growled in reaction to the taste and scent of her body. Suddenly he pulled away and pushed her down, yanking at her knickers and pulling them off quickly. He needed to taste her core, drink in the flavor of her body. He lifted Eloise’s legs over his shoulders, and slid his tongue between her labia in a long, slow lick.

Eloise whimpered, her thighs shuddering on either side of his head as Remus raised it slightly, inhaling her scent, his eyes closed with pleasure and smacking his lips audibly several times as he savored her taste. Suddenly the wizard’s eyes flew open and he looked at her before letting out a long, victorious howl that shot straight to Eloise’s apex.

Rubin heard them and shook his head. Suddenly, he heard another sound, a rather unwelcome one. He walked to the window and saw several Aurors standing outside the silver fencing, pulling at it and looking at it curiously.

Oh no. Not now.

Rubin hurried out of the farmhouse, walking swiftly toward the fence. He stopped, not opening it.

“Can I help you?” he asked the Auror standing closest to the fence. He pulled out a piece of parchment.

”We’re from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures,” the Auror said to the farmer, “Here to see Miss Eloise Hedgeberry. Here’s our paperwork.”

The Auror pushed it through a link in the fence. Rubin read it over. It was all in order, but this was a bad time.

”Ah, Miss Hedgeberry is…is occupied,” Rubin said, not wanting to tell the Aurors she was in heat and with Remus Lupin.

“She has to see us. It will be a short visit. We just want to see how she is,” the Auror replied with a slight frown. They would tear the fence down if the farmer didn’t let them in. Besides, what was he trying to hide?

Rubin looked at the five wizards, then reluctantly drew his wand, removed his signature and let them enter.

“Where is she?” another Auror demanded. They were all suspicious now.

Rubin pointed to the charmed barn. It wouldn’t be locked because neither Remus nor Eloise was in werewolf form.

“She’s in there…but she’s with Remus Lupin,” Rubin said quickly, “They’re…occupied.”

The Aurors looked at each other, fully aware that Eloise was a fertile bitch. They started walking toward the barn quickly. Rubin hurried and stood in front of the door, blocking their entry.

”Eloise is in heat!” Rubin said to them, “Remus isn’t in his proper state of mind. If you go in there now, he may attack you without meaning to. It’s instinct. Come back later when they’re finished.”

The head Auror frowned.

”Unless you want to be held in contempt for interfering in Ministry Business, Mr. Fezwig, I suggest you step aside,” he said in a hard voice.

“You bastards. You want him to attack you,” Rubin said, his eyes hard as he looked at the Aurors measuringly, “You want to stop them.”

”We don’t want any werewolf pups running about,” another Auror said, pulling the farmer aside roughly, then ripping open the door and entering the barn en masse.

Rubin ran in behind them, drawing his wand and shouting an invocation, slamming the cage door shut and warding it with his signature so Remus couldn’t get out. Both werewolves were unaware of the door opening, they were so involved with each other. Remus was now on top of Eloise, kissing her hungrily, sharing her flavor. They hadn’t got to mating yet. But when the cage door slammed shut, Remus lifted his head, his eyes black-veined with rage and snarled at the Aurors, leaping off of Eloise and charging the bars as if ready to kill all of them. He wasn’t himself at all.

Eloise managed to pull the top blanket around her body, but she too snarled at the Aurors viciously.

The Aurors stared at the couple, especially at Remus’ huge cock. Damn he was hung. They all felt a bit…inadequate. That didn’t help matters. All of them drew their wands.

”Eloise is a citizen of muggle England!” Rubin said, walking through the wizards but careful to stay out of arm’s reach of Remus as he continued to snarl and rattle the bars, “You can talk to her, but you can’t do anything to either her or Remus. They haven’t attacked you or broken any muggle laws.”

”They are about to. Werewolves under Ministry laws are not allowed to breed. Lupin’s about to break the law. We can’t do anything about the bitch, but we can stop him. Now open the cage, Mr. Fezwig.”

Eloise sat up now, frowning at them. She was able to control her responses better than Remus since she embraced them.

”No. Don’t open it. They came to talk to me…so talk,” she snapped as Remus looked at her hungrily, then back at the men. He stopped snarling but hatred blazed in his eyes at this interruption.

“Lupin isn’t allowed to impregnate you,” the Auror snapped back, his eyes resting on the wizard. He planned to beat the shit out of him.

”He won’t. I’m protected. I am not going to breed,” she said.

”Contraceptive…charm,” Remus managed to get out.

The Aurors looked at each other. They had never thought about werewolves practicing safe sex.

”How do we know that’s true?” another Auror asked.

Remus seemed to come back to himself now, his cock deflating slightly. He walked over to the spot he dropped his wand, picked it up and walked toward Eloise. He pressed the tip of it against her lower belly and audibly invoked the spell again. It wouldn’t hurt her. The Aurors frowned as they saw the red globe absorbed into her body.

“You’ve seen it for yourself,” Remus growled at them, sitting down on the bed beside Eloise.

There was nothing the Aurors could say about their mating now.

“What about that fence outside?” he asked Remus. Rubin answered.

”Protection. I don’t want a horde of werewolves descending on my farm because Eloise is in heat,” the farmer said.

“But you let Lupin in,” the Auror said, “You should have kept him out as well.”

”Why?” Rubin asked him, “Eloise wanted him to visit. She has a right to male company. She prefers Remus.”

The Aurors looked like they disagreed with that. Maybe they should petition to get Lupin cut. They’d check into it.

”Now, what do you want?” Eloise demanded, “As you can see…I’m busy.”

All of the Aurors looked murderous. They weren’t used to being addressed by werewolves in such a manner…but Eloise was a special case. She had the same rights they did or any citizen of the wizarding world. They could only monitor her.

The Aurors spent an hour and a half asking Eloise inane questions. Rubin had passed Remus his boxers through the bars and the wizard put them on, looking at the Aurors with his nostrils flared. They were purposely cockblocking. Finally there were no more questions to ask, but one. And it was phrased as a statement.

”Miss Hedgeberry, you are going to have to supply us with a copy of how your menstrual cycle falls from month to month,” the head Auror said to her.

Eloise scowled.

“Why?” she asked him.

The Auror looked surprised she questioned this.

“Because we need to know when you go into heat,” he replied.

“And why is that?” she snapped at him.

“I think that’s obvious, Miss Hedgeberry,” the Auror replied. She couldn’t possibly be that stupid. “We need to know when you can conceive whelps.”

”Whelps? You mean ‘children’ don’t you?” she asked.

“No. Werewolves have whelps, not children,” he replied.

Eloise snarled at him so viciously that the Auror drew back from the cage. Remus growled also, but low. He didn’t have the protection of the law Eloise did.

”Now you listen, damn it, and you listen good. I am not supplying you with a calendar that shows when my period comes. It’s no one’s business but my own. I am legally allowed to keep my eggs, which means I can breed if I want to. Where I come from, tabs are not kept on a woman’s cycle and I’m very sure you have no legal grounds to demand that I do it.”

The Auror wanted to say she wasn’t a woman, but a werewolf, but muggle law considered her still human with all the rights that came with it.

”Then a list of the werewolves you mate with,” the Auror said as a compromise.

“Get the fuck out of here! I’m not giving you that either. Why? So you can harass them…or maybe neuter them?” Eloise hissed.

Remus’ legs reflexively clamped together at that statement, noticing how the Aurors looked at him. Shit. He bared his teeth slightly. They’d better not try it. They’d have to kill him before he’d let them cut his balls off.

Eloise had no intention on engaging a bunch of werewolves. If Remus killed Fenrir, she’d stay with him. But the Aurors couldn’t even conceive of monogamy in werewolves. They really considered them animals in human form. The prejudice ran very deep.

The Auror stared at Eloise. She couldn’t be forced to give him any information without it being on paper, cleared with the Ministry and her own muggle government. He was trying to trick her, but Eloise wasn’t having it. The Auror sighed.

“I wish you would be more cooperative, Miss Hedgeberry. You’d make our job much easier,” he said with a hint of exasperation.

”I wish you’d just get the fuck out of here and leave Remus and I to our business,” she snapped back at him, “I couldn’t give a damn how easy your job is. You’re all just a bunch of bigots with the law behind you, letting you treat people with our malady any way you want to. It’s like the Dark Ages. You’ve talked to me, now go!” she snarled.

The Aurors hesitated, then slowly turned and exited the barn. Rubin, who had stayed the entire time, winked at the couple and removed the ward on the cage door.

”That’s telling them, Eloise. Now you two have fun,” the farmer said, exiting the barn and closing the door behind him.

He followed the Aurors, who waited at the fence for him to open it. Rubin did so gladly, watching the whole group of them disapparate.

He sighed with relief.

If he hadn’t locked that cage door, they probably would have taken both Remus and Eloise and locked them up in Azkaban for attacking them. If Eloise broke the law by doing that, then she would pay the price. However, she could get legal representation and probably beat the case, but Remus couldn’t. Animals didn’t get legal redress in court. In the wizarding world, werewolves were, for the most part, considered animals.

Rubin shook his head as he walked back to the farmhouse. The wizarding world was such a mish mash of great freedoms and greater bigotries.

Even a world full of magic wasn’t perfect.

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A/N: Lupus Interruptus. Lolol. Thanks for reading. ***