Howling

This is a one-shot that came to me while I was writing something completely different while listening to the song Howling by Morcheeba. (lyrics at the bottom)

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Remus Lupin was locked up in the basement at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. It wasn't on his list of favourite hundred places to be, but it was a safe place to be in case something went wrong with his transformation, even with the Wolfsbane. Severus had locked him in less than fifteen minutes ago, and he was already getting antsy. He could feel the moon, despite the fact there was still over an hour before it would peek above the horizen and and he would morph into Moony.

Another ten minutes later found him reading the book that he kept behind a loose brick in the wall, going over the same page again and again. The door at the top of the stairs suddenly opened and closed so silently that if her were not on the verge of the transformation, even he would not have heard anything. Once the door was closed again, he heard a female voice at the top of the stairs lay a heavy locking charm upon it, and then a slight scraping noise, as though something wooden was being forced into a wooden crevice.

Looking to the stairs, a moment later the dainty bare feet of Hermione Granger appeared on the bottom step. "Hello, Remus," she greeted him.

"Hermione, you shouldn't be here," he berated her, all the while taking in her appearance. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and for the first time he could remember, she was wearing makeup. Not a lot of makeup, but enough to accentuate her eyes and cheekbones, as well as give her lips a slight sheen. She was wearing nothing but a white and blue striped long sleeved button-down shirt that had been taken from one of his drawers. The top three buttons were opened, showing just a hint of young cleavage and the arms were rolled halfway up her forearms.

"Where should I be, then?" she asked as she moved closer to him, gently swaying her hips, one of her fingers running from her collar bone ever so slowly down the edge of the shirt to the point of her cleavage and back up again.

"Anywhere but with a man who will turn into a wolf in a very short time," he answered, his voice coming out ragged.

"But that's exactly where I want to be," she told him, her hand moving to unbutton the fourth button as she kneeled down in front of him. When the button was undone, her hand found its way inside the shirt, and he could see her weighing her breast before rolling the nipple in her fingers as she bit down on her lip and stared him in the eyes.

He moaned as he watched her, trying to keep his wits about him for as long as possible. "Hermione, you really should leave," he protested. This was his surrogate godson's best friend, here. This was his surrogate godson's seventeen-year-old best friend.

She tilted her head, one of the corners of her mouth lifting. "No," she said, her voice weightless. Her hand then moved from her breat to undo another button on ther way to her other breast. With the unoccupied hand, she reached forward, bending into the reach, the shirt falling to give him a perfect view past her breasts and down her flat stomach and to the patch of trimmed hair at the apex of her slightly spread legs.

She pulled the book from his hands and closed it, placing it on the floor as she crawled closer to him. She sat down on his cross-legged lap, her knees resting on his cloth covered thighs. The hand that was still on her breast undoing the last button of the shirt, letting it fall open, leaving her bare for the taking. One of her hands then made its way south, lightly caressing herself before sliding one finger between her pussy lips, allowing a sultry moan to pass through her lips.

She smiled as she saw that his eyes were entranced with the motion, and she reached the other hand out, rubbing his hard length through the fabric of his trousers. Bending forward, she licked his neck, imbibing the salty taste of his sweat as his body prepared itself for the change that would soon rack through it.

"Take me, Remus, let me feel you," she requested, whispering huskily in his ear between her soft moans from her self-stimulation.

At this, he gave up all reasoning, and with a deep groan he pulled her flush to him, allowing her to seek out his tongue before thrusting his own, quickly dominating the heated kiss. He pulled his body away slightly, moving and adjusting so as to pull his trousers and pants from his body. Hermione had kneeled fully up, pressing her core against his shirt, leaving a wet spot when he was finally unclothed, pulling her down onto his shaft.

She screamed out as she was impaled, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sound, as she hadn't put up any silencing charms. She quickly divested him of his shirt, hers falling off as well, running her fingers through the thick hair of his chest, her nails catching on his nipples.

He leaned down to lave her breasts with his tongue and teeth, a feral growl rumbling out from deep within his chest. He pumped up into her ferociously, her fingers back to working her clit as her maintained his onslaught to her breasts. They came together, and after a moment's rest, she was happy to find that he was still hard inside of her.

She moved off of him, both wimpering at the loss of contact as she moved onto her hands and knees in front of him. She wiggled her pert ass on front of his face, her scent driving him mad. The ploy had its desired effect and in moments she was being filled again, only the immediate pounding was coming from behind.

After a mere couple of minutes in this position, she could feel the beginnings of the change within him. He started to slam into her with reckless abandon, his sac slapping her thighs with every pump. When she started to hear the snapping of bones, feeling the fur grow all over the body so intimately wrapped with hers, his arms pulled her against his chest, the cock inside her growing somehow even larger, hair at its base tickling her entrance as it was drenched in her juices.

Mooney let out a loud howl that seemed to last for minutes on end before repeating the action again and again. Remus was still in control of the werewolf's mind, but this was the first time he had ever had sex so close to the change, never mind during it, and he couldn't help but let the wolf out to play for a bit.

He stood up, his tall, gangly body easily lifting Hermione, his cock still firmly ensconced in her wet heat. He pressed her against the stone wall, her breasts smushing in on themselves with the pressure his thrusts created, the side of her face getting scratched up on the rock. His clawed paws rested on either side of her head, his muzzle burrowing into her neck, the hot breath causing her to giggle.

He pushed up into her over and over, seeking his release as her entire body was covered in small scratches from the wall. With almost no warning, he exploded into her, his cock twitching in her as he was milked dry. When he had caught his breath, her hear lolled back against his furry shoulder, Remus picked her up, sure to not catch her with his claws, and laid her down on the floor.

She had barely enough energy left to open her eyes to him, but when she did, she gave him the most beguiling smile he had ever seen. He stood over her on all fours as he leaned his head down and started his assault on her bleeding breasts with his long, hot, rough tongue.

She moaned, the sound coming from deep within her chest, as new sensations made their way throughout her body, her chest arched up towards his wet muzzle. When her breath was coming in rapid pants, he stopped and backed up slightly, laying on the floor, his hind legs under him and his front legs resting against the sides of her stomach, tickling the sensitive flesh.

This time when his tongue made contact, it was directly with her pussy, cleaning up their mixed jiuces from their mutual releases, tasting not only Hermione and Remus, but something that was distinctly Moony. His large tongue made its way into her channel, twisting about, jabbing and slurping as his cold nose continuously assaulted her clit. Not long after, she came again with the most earth-shattering orgasm she had ever experienced, pulling her exhausted body immediately into sleep.

The wolfish grin never left Remus' face the next morning as he transformed back into his normal state, the young woman who had seduced him curled up against him as her only source of heat. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her. Burying his face in the hair that had come out of its ponytail, he fell back asleep breathing in her scent.

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Howling, how long,
Sounding, so calm,
Pounding, so strong,
Founding, so wrong.

Howling (howling),
How long (how long).

Strolling, so long,
Lolling, some song,
Firing, a gun,
Darkness, has come.

Howling (howling),
How long (how long).

Hanging, up high
Swing in the sky
Cacti, still cry
Why do, we try

Howling (howling),
How long (how long).

Howling (howling),
How long (how long).

Howling (howling),
How long (how long).