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Remus Lupin and Revelry in the Dark (Ch 4)
🕑 Added 2024-06-15 21:50:07 +0000 UTCSomeone was tailing him, Remus was sure.
They must have had a passing familiarity with enhanced senses werewolves tended to have, because they were keeping a far larger distance than what was usually required. Unluckily for them, Remus was far from an average werewolf. His senses, both magical and mundane, had a far greater range and accuracy.
Remus licked his lips, feeling saliva pool in his mouth. A young female, mid twenties, fit and healthy and of considerable magical power. An Auror most likely. Remus hadn’t had the time to familiarise with the current Auror roster, so he had no clue who his mysterious pursuer was.
Still, Remus was glad for a distraction. He had been feeling off lately, ever since his run in with that fae-touched girl – Luna Lovegood. Shivers ran down his spine even from the memory of that bizarre existence.
They had only that one rendezvous but one was enough to spook even someone like him. Who knew what otherworldly powers lurked behind that girl’s eerie smile and wide-eyed gaze?
Remus certainly did not want to find out.
So he had been itching for a distraction. Something to take his mind off that wrinkle and onto more interesting or pleasurable matters.
Such as the coming fight or fuck. Even though Remus was a lustful mutt, he wouldn’t say no to a good bout of combat. Magical duels lacked the visceral catharsis of their mundane counterparts, but it would still do to inject some much needed adrenaline into his system.
Still, if the young woman on his tail proves to be worthy, Remus wouldn’t mind getting an in with the Auror Corps as it were. He had some unfinished business with their head, and a mole would be just what he needed.
Not that he didn’t have a plan to deal with the one that got away, but if he could get it done without relying too much on Narcissa, all the better.
As he left more affluent area and entered the forested park, Remus cast a quick illusion, creating a false double and dashed away into the dark shadows cast by the tall trees. Quick and silent, Remus moved through the undershrub, his eyes glowing gold from the wolf within.
He did not have to wait too long. His pursuer was quick to follow his illusion, unaware that she went from a predator to prey. The quality of aurors had sure gone downhill since the war, Remus was almost disappointed to note.
A yearly change of Defence teachers, combined with Snape’s less than stellar teaching abilities made for a small and subpar crop of professional dark wizard hunters.
‘At least this one has got the looks.’ Remus noted as he observed the auror.
She was a pretty witch, with a shock of vivid purple hair, cute button of a nose and quite a hefty pair of tits. They weren’t anything to truly write home about, being much smaller than some of pairs Remus had enjoyed since his return. Nevertheless they were perky and looked bloody good in that tight rocker t-shirt auror was wearing.
There was also something subtly familiar about her. No, not her looks – Remus had an eye for women’s appearance, and he was sure he’d never seen anyone looking similar to this witch. Her magic, however, had a tinge of familiarity to it.
Remus frowned, but then shook his head. He probably ran across a family member of hers once upon a time. He could sense familial links like that, not that this ability was all that useful.
His cock began to stiffen as Remus started to creep forward, making sure to keep to the shadows. He was about to get very familiar with this pretty little witch.
XxXxX
Nymphadora Tonks was not a coward. She hadn’t been no bloody gryffindor, naturally, but nobody claimed hufflepuffs were cowards and got away with it. Not if she had anything to say about it.
But being brave didn’t mean being fearless, and right now Tonks was certainly feeling a twinge of fear. The old trees of the park cast the dark shadows over and around her, and her imagination couldn’t help but paint dark figures and hungry glowing eyes in every nook and every crack of undershrub.
And it had been just her luck to lose the trail of the most promising lead they had in weeks!
Remus Lupin was bad news.
A biggest threat to the public safety, both muggle and magical, since the end of the war.
At least, that’s what official ministry reports said. Tonks had worked too long in the magical law enforcement to blindly believe anything the government said. Everybody with as much sense as merlin gave a turnip knew to double check if a ministry official claimed the sky was blue.
And then of course there were rumours flying around the juicy topic of Remus Lupin. Scandalous, slanderous in some cases rumours, of all the juicy things that Britain’s most wanted werewolf liked to do to beautiful witches.
Ones like Tonks for example.
Perhaps she shou-
He appeared like an apparition, a phantom clad in shadow and moonlight. He towered over Tonks, his massive bulk casting a shadow darker than that of the trees surrounding them.
If his appearance was disarmingly mundane, then his presence – the aura of power around him was nothing of the sort.
Shivers ran down Tonks’ spine. Of fear and...something else.
She slashed the air in front of her with the wand, a blasting curse at its tip, but before she could launch the first blow a powerful hand grabbed her wrist and wrenched her wand out of her grasp.
“Ah-” Tonks gasped, her heart racing a mile a second, while thoughts flashed before her mind’s eye.
‘I don’t want to die!’
‘Please not me!’
‘Mom!’
‘I-’
“How you doin’?” Remus Lupin asked, his deep voice reverberating somewhere deep inside of Tonks.
The young auror froze, her hair turning bone white, before slowly warmer colours began to streak across her pixie cut.
Has she gone mad from terror? She heard of wilder stories from Moody, but she’d never thought she would end up in one of those.
Was Remus Lupin, an international menace and danger to everything wholesome in Wizarding Britain….flirting with her?
Tonks licked her suddenly dry lips. She...she could work with that. Why not? She was gorgeous if she said so herself. A lot of work and time in front of a mirror went into this look; her metamorphmagus abilities allowing her to touch up what had been given to her by nature.
“I am good. And you?” She said, her voice hoarse.
‘What was that?’ Tonks thought to herself furiously. Are you a badass auror chick or some blushing firstie tripping all over your feet just because Charlie Bloody Weasley smiled at you?
If the werewolf thought anything of her lame response, he chose not to show it. Instead, Remus Lupin smiled, baring his pearly whites. Right now they looked human enough, but Tonks could easily imagine them lengthening into long sharp canines.
Perfect for ripping into human flesh, even if said flesh could morph.
Meanwhile, Lupin responded.
“Not too bad, all things considered.” His tone was casual. “I was having such a lovely moonlit stroll and now I even have a lovely company to share it with. Truly I am blessed.” He leaned forward, brazenly invading Tonks’ personal space. “May I ask my company’s name?”
A measure of her spirit came back to Tonks. She gathered herself, feeling as bold black coloured her hair, while her body shifted into more combat-ready proportions. Her breasts and buttocks grew smaller, while her limbs and torso thickened with muscles. In a straight up fight it would do her much good against a frenzied lyconthrope, but to surive every single thing mattered.
No matter how small.
“Name’s Nymphadora Tonks, Auror of Department of Magical Law Enforcement.” Tonks said. It killed her to use her birth name, but alas the Ministry protocols were clear on that front. Still, she managed to hold on to the strict ‘Bones’ tone when speaking with this criminal.
Even if her heart was beating hard in her chest.
Tonks had hoped to make Lupin hesitate if only a little, but instead the damn bastard only grinned. His smile was far too hungry for her liking, even if the sight of it sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
“A metamorphmagus!” He exclaimed, delighted. “Merlin’s Beard, that’s not something you see everyday.”
Excited, Remus started circling Tonks. She could feel his gaze as if it was a physical force, peeling away her auror uniform, her underwear, until she was bare before his hungry eyes.
Tonks cursed her body, her fantasies and most of all Remus Lupin himself for the way she was currently feeling.
It wasn’t something she liked to dwell on, but Tonks had a bit of a fetish going on. She wasn’t into bestiality, the thought of laying with an animal made her heave, much to her relief. It was strictly werewolves that made her hot and bothered.
It was as if a curse had been specifically designed to produce threats to Tonks’ libido.
As something of a shapeshifter herself, Tonks was fascinated by the idea of being fucked by someone who could completely overwhelm the limits of her body’s...flexibility. After all, magical in nature or not, but there were definite limits to what her body could accommodate, and from what Tonks heard, werewolves were certainly capable of doing just that.
Tonks swallowed, feeling as, despite her self control, her nipples stiffened, rubbing pleasurably against the fabric of her bra.
She...she didn’t have a chance, did she? Tonks was a badass rookie auror, but this was Remus Lupin!
That’s right. Tonks just had to...ah...cooperate if she didn’t want things to grow worse.
She was just luring the criminal into a false sense of security.
Distracting and delaying him until Aurors came to her rescue.
That was her story and she was sticking to it.
XxXxX
Andy’s daughter was quite a delicious little tart, Remus had to admit. Andromeda herself hadn’t been one of his favourites and he was in no hurry to get reacquainted with her, but Nymphadora most certainly had a chance of becoming a prized bitch of his burgeoning pack.
Her strategic position as an Auror notwithstanding, metamorphmagus ability was a grand prize by itself. A prize that apparently was all too eager to give itself, herself to him.
Remus watched, fascinated, as Nymphadora lost her butch look and shifted herself to look more appealing. More feminine.
Her hair lengthened and gained volume, its drab dark colour brightening into honey blonde. Her shoulders narrowed and so did her waste, while her limbs grew softer. Her tits and ass grew bigger until they were straining against the fabric of her robes. Her full lips parted and her tongue darted out to quickly wet her lips, the movement failing to escape Remus hungry notice.
In an instant, Nymphadora Tonks went from a battle ready Auror and into a mare in heat ready and eager to trot.
“My, my Miss Tonks. A lesser man might have gotten ideas about the purpose of your transformation.” Remus said, even as his cock pitched a very visible tent in his trousers.
Remus was not one to brag, but his cock was on the bigger side. Apparently it was large enough to have gravitational pull all on its own, because Nymphadora’s gaze struggled to pull away from it.
Remus chuckled and Tonks’ eyes snapped back up, a rosy blush blossoming on her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
“You...you will t-take me, won’t you?” Tonks said, trying to sound scared but coming off eager instead.
One eyebrow raised, Remus peered at Nymphadora questioningly.
“Why would I do that, auror?” He asked. “I do hope you are not insinuating anything.”
Irritation flashed across the young witch’s face.
“Cut the crap. We both know you need me silenced. You can’t have Auror corps know you’ve been here, right?” Nymphadora said breathing heavily, which did remarkable things to her perky breasts. “I know what you are all about, Lupin. You are lustful werewolf who takes witches he likes by force and then toys with them, turning them into sluts good for nothing but taking dick and nursing children.” Nymphadora ranted, her face ablaze with a blush. “Well, I-I won’t be broken so easily, no matter what depravities you unleash on my nubile young body!”
Remus rolled his eyes. So this was how little metamorphmagus wanted to play this. No this wouldn’t do. If she wanted him to ‘unleash depravities on her nubile young body’ she had to let go of that tight hold on her dignity.
“You must have confused me with some other werewolf Remus Lupin.” He told Tonks. “I am not that kind of man and I won’t tolerate insinuations otherwise.” He turned as if to leave. “I don’t take women without their very explicit consent.”
He wasn’t even lying there. Any dumb mutt could force himself on a weaker person. It was so much more satisfying to have proud and haughty witches impale themselves on his cock, all the while struggling to maintain appearance of propriety. They always failed, of course and by the time his cockhead planted a kiss on their cervixes, they felt no shame acting like complete and utter whores.
From the corner of his eye, Remus saw Tonks struggling with herself, before a desperate need triumphed over pride and common sense. Yes, in the end, metamorphmagus or not, Nymphadora Tonks was a woman unable to resist some werewolf cock.
“W-wait!” Tonks exclaimed, before she lost her nerve and mumbled something.
Remus smiled. He’d heard her perfectly, but it was more fun to drag it out of her.
“I am sorry, what?”
Tonks gritted her teeth, her face now the same crimson colour as her hair.
“Please, fuck me!” She gave in, the need thick in her voice.
In a flash, Remus crossed what little distance separated him from his newest bitch and grabbed her by her hips.
“H-hey!” She yelped as Remus lifted her up in the air and pressed her back against the brick wall. “Ah!”
Her gasps were music to Remus’ ears. He hiked her robes up revealing surprisingly muggle jeans underneath. Undeterred by an extra obstacle, he grabbed the denim fabric and tore it away making a hole and exposing Tonks’ dripping slit.
The scent of female arousal, which had been subtle before, now intensified as Tonks’ arousal met cool night air. The petals of the shapeshifter’s flower were thick and red and inviting.
Remus dove in.
“F-fuck!” Tonks shouted as Remus started eating her out.
She kicked the air, the sensation of his muscular tongue driving her wild.
Remus lapped at the Tonks’ pussy, his tongue delving deeper and deeper into her cunt. Her nether muscles clenched trying to extract as much stimulation as possible.
“Ah!”
Tonks was losing it. She squirmed and writhed against the wall, her back arched and her toes curled. The pleasure was overwhelming.
She had been eaten out before, but never with such ferocity. Her previous lovers always resorted to it reluctantly, considering the act somewhat submissive and unmanly.
There was nothing submissive about the way Remus Lupin was ravishing her cunt. It hadn’t taken long for the werewolf to find her weak spot and he attacked it relentlessly ever since.
With his grip tight on her thighs, Tonks could do nothing but moan like an utter slut, her voice disturbing the silence of the night and take everything Lupin had to give her.
“S-shit, Morgana’s Tits. Fuck me!” Tonks blabbered as an orgasm hit her.
She drenched Remus’ face in her feminine juices.
Breathing heavily, Tonks naively thought Remus Lupin would give her a moment to catch her breath.
No such luck. The werewolf was far too eager to mount this bitch.
Without a word of warning or even a moment’s consideration, he dropped Tonks on his cock, impaling the young Auror on his cock.
Tonks’ needy pussy went from being dreadfully empty to being suddenly so very wonderfully full. The sudden impalement left Nymphadora breathless as all air had been driven out of her lungs.
The werewolf cock, thick and long and angry red, was too large for Tonks’ poor little pussy to contain. It drove her shapeshifting to its limits and even then only half of his cock was inside of her cunt.
And even that was enough to completely overwhelm Nymphadora. She could feel every vein of his cock, could feel his engorged cockhead press lewdly against the entrance to her womb.
She came. Her already sensitive cunt submitting helplessly to the invading manhood, gripping it, trying to milk a release out of it.
But Remus remained implacable, no matter how pleasurably her cunt gripped his cock. He had moved his grip from her thighs to her buttocks, his strong fingers digging into the expansive flesh of her buttocks.
He squeezed and played with them, pulling them apart, exposing her defenceless anus to the chill midnight air. Perhaps something for another time.
For now his hold on her ass stopped Tonks from having the rest of his cock sheathed inside of Tonks’ cunt.
Even through the delightful haze of post-climax afterglow, Tonks realized that too. She tried to shift her hips to get more of that delicious werewolf cock inside of her, but Remus’ hold held firm.
A needy desperate whine burst out Nymphadora’s lips. She looked pleadingly at Remus.
“Please. I need more!” She begged.
Remus smirked.
“You have to earn it, slut.” He told her. “Let’s put your metamorphmagus ability to the test, shall we?”
“Anything!” Tonks agreed happily.
The quiet of the night was disturbed by the sounds of rutting. If any of Tonks’ colleagues saw her now, fucked raw by the Britain’s most wanted they wouldn’t have recognized her. And not just because of how uncharacteristically slutty she was acting.
No. Right now Nymphadora Tonks was taking full advantage of her inborn ability, desperate to please and impress her Alpha. His gruff demands were commandments from god to her.
At first he started of small, having Tonks change her hair and eye colour, from natural tones to the kind of colours Remus had only seen in muggle cartoon. Then he got more ambitious, making Tonks inflate her breasts, adjusting their shape and perkiness, having them start to lactate for his pleasure.
No matter how degrading Tonks was always eager to obey.
But even that wasn’t enough for Remus. Tonks was not just a fit fertile bitch in desperate need of an Alpha, she was an Auror – one of the witches daring to stand against him. His werewolf insticts drove Remus to demean and degrade this bitch, to make it clear to her and anyone who might see them, just how low his cock had brought her.
Thus, Remus was ecstatic to discover just how delicate Tonks could get with her metamorphmagus ability. Remus discovered that with a little forceful prompting Tonks could adjust her skin colour to manifest tattoos on her otherwise unblemished skin.
Before long lewd and demeaning phrases adorned Tonks’ skin.
‘Whore’ ‘Slut’ ‘Wolf’s fucktoy’ ‘Bitch for Knot’
Each degrading mark made Tonks shiver in delight. Each one signified her Alpha’s complete ownership of her.
Primal instincts had complete control over the two. Remus rutted Tonks against the wall, fucking her roughly, dominating her cunt and womb, reshaping them for his use and comfort.
His balls, the semen tanks full of swimmers ready and eager to impregnate the waiting eggs of this fertile womb, slapped against Tonks’ reddened ass with every thrust Remus made.
With a roar of triumph Remus sheathed the entirety of his cock inside of Tonks and came, flooding her waiting womb with his cum.
Tonks watched, astonished, as the bulge on her stomach grew and grew until she looked several months pregnant.
She knew deep in her heart that it wouldn’t take long for her natural appearance to match this one.
This was last straw that broke camel’s back and Tonks was left panting, a sheen of sweat covering her body and a dopey fucked silly expression on her face.
Only a rough domineering grip on her throat was able to snap her out of her fugue. She looked at her Master with heart-shaped pupils.
“I have big plans for the Auror Corps and you’ll help me.”
There was no possibility of Nymphadora Tonks denying him.
