A Dark Time For The Light

77

(A/N. This chapter contains bestiality. Pertinent to the plot, but if is not your thing, then please progress to chapter 78.)


Hermione was on hand to deliver the first dose of tranquiliser to Remus still in human form. She tied his arm off and easily found a vein tapping his inner elbow as a vein rose. She prepared the needle for him, flicking the works barrel with a hungry look on her face and expertly injected and hit the spot withdrawing the spike, “Us junkies can always hit each other up”, she whispered and went to squirt the bloody contents of the needle down the sink. Remus lolled back as the tranq hit him. Hermione made sure of her instructions then left Severus to it and made her way home.

The injection lasted two hours into his change. There was an odd feature about this change. No hair. Severus turned the fire on, his wolf would be cold without his usual covering. Severus built a nest of extra blankets to keep his lover warm, then sat before the fire with his somnolent but not asleep Wolf and stroked his bare skin.

Skin that had Remus’ marks beneath the hair. The dusting of freckles across the chest. The strawberry birthmark still in the hollow of a canine hip. Remus was muzzled at his request, but he could still drink. And lick. He nuzzled his head into Sev’s lap. Severus had on his dressing gown, the folds of which, Remus nudged aside with his snout, then began to lap at Sev’s balls. Severus froze, but desperately tried to show no fear, but his Wolf picked up on it and mewled and yipped. Severus willed himself to relax. The long tongue began licking him stiff and to his everlasting shame his body responded. To his surprise, the Wolf rolled playfully over onto his back and Severus scratched his chest and belly. He wagged his Wolfie tail and twisted about on his spine showing his delight, not to mention his huge cock and balls. Severus nervously grabbed one of the filled needles and as instructed, injected it into Remus’ thigh muscle. The wolf went limp again.

She was right, the injections would only hold for an hour or so. Merlin!!. He had a whole night of this before him. When his Wolf came to again, Severus was sitting up on their bed and he made the mistake of gazing into those beautiful tawny eyes again. In one bound the Wolf was beside him on the bed. His lover nudged at his face, desperate licks on his lips until Severus ventured a cautious tongue to be tasted with delighted high yips, then ventured it out further to meet those anxious and eager licks, his lover lapping and licking, the sounds now small growls. The Wolf stretched his back at Severus’ side. Only then did he see the results.

He hid his own reaction from his Wolf by turning to the sheets, but his Wolf nudged him and yelped and yipped until he had his lover on all fours , his arse exposed, his gown pushed aside, then gave long doggy licks to his opening and Severus, aroused beyond reason, felt himself spread and open, having prepared himself earlier, then taken, hard, rutted rather than fucked with short jerks, the Wolf’s front paws in the middle of his back. He felt the first come, holding back, his Wolf still hard in him, then the second assault on his arse, a different angle that undid him, making him cry out, then the third, that made him sore, but come again. As his Alpha withdrew, Sev pushed another needle in his shoulder. Severus had enough drugs to see them through, but he’d been curious. A Wolf in full rut. He collapsed, totally filled. Cuddling a wolf and waking up with a man, his man, in his arms. His fantasy satisfied. He slipped the muzzle from his beloved’s face and kissed him awake.

Remus was the first one with questions, “Why do I feel like I shagged for Britain last night?”. Severus bit his lip and blushed, “Because I let you”. Remus was astonished and shrugged his amazement. Severus just smiled the smile of the sated, “You were brilliant. You fucked me in Wolf form. I could have prevented it. I chose not to. Deal with it”. Serverus was grinning fit to burst. Remus leaned over and wiped the smug smile off his face with a breath-shortening kiss that made his beloved moan, then took him in man-form again. “Which is best, man or wolf?”. Severus groaned into the touches, “Definitely man, but I love you as Wolf too. Merlin!, just as well I can’t get pregnant, otherwise I’d be expecting a litter of pups. At least three!! You randy old doggie”. Remus kissed him like he meant it, “Pervert”, he whispered against Sev’s neck. Severus just held him tight and loved his Wolf, in all his forms. His bald, hurting lover and the wild Wolf within.