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Remus Lupin and Revelry in the Dark (Ch 2)
🕑 Added 2024-05-20 18:18:37 +0000 UTCAs sun slowly sunk into horizon and shadows grew ever longer, night slowly but surely fell upon the sleepy town of Hogsmeade. It was a summer evening, so the rowdy students who would usually liven up the atmosphere during the school year, were nowhere to be seen. Instead, a few locals slowly meandered back to their homes, their minds occupied with thoughts of warm dinner and their beds.
So it was no surprise that nobody paid any attention to a single man walking purposefully towards the Three Broomsticks. What few people noticed the stranger did not even think to connect this man to the infamous werewolf criminal, whose image graced the front page of the Daily Prophet.
Remus Lupin smirked as he approached the Three Broomsticks. Sometimes, being undercover just meant a little bit of audacity and some rudimentary human transfiguration. Remus doubted his old transfiguration professor would be happy if she knew what he used her lessons for, but then again Minerva McGonagal was far less strict in private than when observed by her students.
Remus knew it very well and very personally.
He really ought to thank the scottish dame some time. Doubtlessly Minnie would try to kill or worse, capture him, but despite her feline nature, Minerva quite enjoyed being overpowered by his canine cock.
Remus did not doubt his ability to persuade Professor McGonagal.
Remus shook his head. Being back here, on the streets of Hogsmeade where some of his happiest youthful memories had been made, brought about contemplative mood.
It was fun to walk these streets again, streets that looked like they haven’t changed a bit since his last visit, despite how much Remus himself had changed from the timid sickly young man always following after James and Sirius.
Marauders….They were a band of four: James Potter, Sirius Black, himself and that damn rat – Peter Pettigrew. How innocent they had been back then.
Remus sighed.
Sometimes he regretted the choices he had made. The fateful decisions that severed the bond of friendship that seemed unbreakable and cost Peter his life and Remus his dearest friendships.
Had there been alternatives? Remus honestly did not know. Once he made a decision, Remus followed it through. Still, sometiems Remus wondered whether or not it was worth it in the end.
Could Remus have acted differently? Yes and perhaps this would have saved Peter’s life, and did not break the bonds that once united Marauders. It was a question that no doubt would haunt Remus until the day the Moon would beckon him to the Lands of Eternal Hunt.
Remus shook his head. It was no use to ask ‘what if’. The choices had been made and now Remus had to live with them.
It’s not like he made them willy nilly. They were a price, a small price by all acounts to set things into motion and bring Remus’ plans into fruittion.
There was nothing he would not sacrifice for them.
From this perspective, some hurt feelings, a dead friend and two new enemies were a small price to pay indeed.
A smell, a subtle scent snapped Remus out of his funky mood. For all his pretensions at being a rational man, at his core Remus was a beast of primal instincts.
Insticts that reacted to the sweet aroma of a healthy, fertile feminine body, like a bull to a red flag.
Ah Rosemerta….Hardly the most notable of Remus’ bitches and yet he had been looking forward quite a bit to reuniting with the bosom barkeep than had taken him, at the time a nervous virgin, and made a man out of him.
Now that was a delightful memory indeed.
Remus licked his lips, his cock already stirring in his pants, and stepped into the pub.
With an effort of will and a quick slash with his wand, Remus set his disguise to unravelling. Shivers and itches spread throughout Remus’ body as as it assumed its proper shape after almost an hour of being transfigured. Particularly uncomfortable was the feeling of his facial bones shifting back into their proper place and shape. That was a sensation Remus was happy to leave behind.
Naturally, Remus expected his old squeeze to help him...ah...get over it. Taking care of her customers, was, after all, Rosemerta’s job as a barmaid.
It would have been a sin and a waste othewise. After all, few women had a body that was so naturally suited for sin. Rosemerta’s tits were the biggest Remus had ever had the privelege of enjoying, with only Amelia Bones’ coming anywhere close.
Despite coming up in the years, Rosemerta aged gracefully, still looking as good as she did when she took Remus’ virginity. Of course, with her lifestyle, the looks were vital for Rosemerta.
Afterall, Rosemerta did not think it anything shameful to supplement her income with some prostitution.
Remus snorted, uncaring of the sound startling Rosemerta.
It’s not like the barmaid was not a slut who eagerly gave it up for free when particularly liked someone.
“Eep!” Rosemerta jumped up in the air, making her tits jiggle at the sudden sound of a scoff.
She had been cleaning the pub up after a long day of work, but now all thoughts of work were rapidly leaving her horny mind.
Her body, born and built for fucking, had far keener senses than Rosemerta’s conscious mind. It immediately recongized the intruder, feeling his powerful domineering aura press into Rosemerta’s.
The woman herself might have had doubts and worries, but her body knew better than to question what was about to happen. This man had engraved his mark into Rosemerta’s mind, body and soul and now that he was back, how could her body not respond?
Immediately Rosemerta felt her nipples stiffen and her pussy grow wet and needy.
Afterall, if Remus Lupin was back in her life, it meant that it would not take long for the slutty proprietor to find herself bent into one of the many possible positions, with her holes exposed and vulnerable to Remus’s delightful canine cock.
Despite the temptation, Rosemerta did not turn around to face her alpha. Remus Lupin was back, Rosemerta did not doubt the feminine wisdom of her body.
But how? Of course, Rosemerta had read the article in the Prophet about Remus being back in Britain, but still, she had not dared to hope that he would pay her a visit.
Her heart hammering in her chest, Rosemerta slowly turned around to face her old lover. She gasped, shock and surprise overwhelming her. Her old lover was an impressive man even in his awkward Hogwarts days, but it was always a matter of presence, confidence and powerful magic that created the aura of power around him. Otherwise Remus had been lean, even scrawny, with good head and quick wand making up for the frailty of his human form.
This Remus Lupin had the body to match the aura. Powerful build of corded muscles replaced the scrawny frame, and a healthy tan that could only be earned by physical exertion outdoors took place of unhealthy hospital pallor.
The instant Rosemerta met Remus’ fierce commanding gaze, she hurriedly got on her knees, her head bowed before her Lord and Master. Before her Alpha, that would surely rut his loyal bitch nice and rough.
On her knees, Rosemerta was hard-pressed to rub her thighs together and she did not dare to use her fingers without Remus’ command.
“Missed me?” Remus asked with a smile, his deep voice filling the empty space of the pub and reverberating somewhere in Rosemerta’s chest. Remus looked around. “Huh. This place hasn’t changed a bit.”
Rosemerta pressed her forehead into the floor. For the first time in many years, she wished it had been as filthy as the floor in Hog’s Head. It would have made the gesture all the better.
Nevertheless, Master did not seem angry.
“Don’t worry about it.” Remus Lupin made a waving motion as if to dismiss whatever had occupied his thoughts. “I am happy you are still going strong, Rosemerta.”
Rosemerta almost came at the sound of her name being spoken by her Master. Alas, her pussy clenched around nothing, leaving Rosemerta only more frustrated and desperate to get some werewolf dicking.
“Please, Master,” Rosemerta begged as she crawled forward, waving her bubble butt left and right enticingly. Arousal dripped down her thighs, leaving behind a trail on the wooden floor. “Please, fuck your bitch! This filthy slut begs you!”
There was no hiding the desperation in her voice and yet it was not enough for Remus Lupin. Rosemerta’s Beloved Master was a cruel one.
“I don’t know.” Remus slowly said, even though Rosemerta could see a massive bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. “You don’t seem all that sincere to me.”
Desperate to prove her Master wrong, Rosemerta lunged forward, her stiff nipples scraping against the cold surface of the floor. Immediately the slutty barkeep got to peppering Remus’ shoes with kisses, even using her tongue on the shoe leather to better demonstrate her slavish loyalty and zeal.
“Alright, alright.” Remus pushed away frantic barmaid with his foot. “That’s a bit too much. You don’t even know where I walked in these shoes. But never mind that.” Remus said and grabbed the voluptuous woman by her hair. Having made sure Rosemerta could not look away from him, Remus delved into her mind.
Thoughts and memories flashed before Remus’ mind’s eye as he took a walk through Rosemerta’s memory lane. His mind magic skills were nowhere near as good as Snape’s, much less Dark Lady’s, but even his meager abilities were enough to make sure there were no thoughts of betrayal in the slutty barmaid’s head.
Satisfied with what he’d gleaned, Remus withdrew from Rosemerta’s head.
“Now that I am back, do I need to remind you of your orders, slut?” Remus asked and gave the barmaid’s hair a sharp tug.
“No, Master!” Rosemerta said, panting like a bitch in heat. As if afraid Remus would not believe her, she hurriedly added: “I am to keep my ears open about any rumours about you and to keep an eye on any students with potential.”
“Good, your head is not so empty as I was afraid.” Remus said and let go of Rosemerta’s hair.
Instead he cupped her cheek for a moment, before pressing his thumb to her lips. Instinctively, the chesty slut opened her mouth and started sucking on Remus’ digit, eagerly using her tongue to lavish it with some love.
Suddenly Remus used his thumb and fingers to fishhook the bitch’s cheek, making her twitch with masochistic pleasure. Despite the pain, Rosemerta did not look away from Remus, continuing to staring slavishly at him.
With a rough tug on his pants, Remus freed his cock from its confines. His manhood throbbed, straining against its own skin, eager and twitching to sink into some wet slut.
Immediately Rosemerta’s eyes snapped to Remus’ cock.
“Is that what you want?” Remus asked and slapped his cock on the barmaid’s face, who immediately began to nuzzle it as much as Remus’ grip on her cheek would allow.
Precum dripped from his cock, getting smeared on Rosemerta’s lovely face. The poor slut was looking more and more drunk on his musk by the second.
Gagging for his cock, Rosemerta could only moan her agreement. She strained trying to lavish as much praise on his manhood with her lips and tongue, smearing saliva all over its shaft.
With his wand in a free hand, Remus tore away Rosemerta’s clothes leaving her massive tits open to his enjoyment. Yes, this was the finest chest he had ever had the pleasure of playing with. Age left its unfortunate mark and the breasts were sagging ever so slightly, but Rosemerta was a witch and that allowed her to maintain her beauty far better than a muggle of equivalent age.
The rest of her was nothing to scoff at either. Tough work as a barmaid had not allowed Rosemerta to let herself ago and though her body was pleasantly soft, it could not be called fat. No, delightfully thick was a more accurate description.
And between her nice breeding thighs was her cunt, which was weeping for attention, dripping down her feminine arousal down on the floor.
For a moment Remus contemplated getting reacquianted with Rosmerta’s mouth and throat. There was a reason that the slutty barmaid’s blowjobs were considered legendary among the Hogwarts male population.
But after moments thought, during which Rosemerta continued lathering his cock with her tongue, Remus decided against it.
In a move that would have been impossible for him decades ago without some creative use of levitation charm, Remus grabbed Rosemerta by her thighs and lifted her up in the air.
Startled, Rosemerta grabbed onto Remus’ shoulders while he positioned Rosemerta above his cock.
Unceremoniously, Remus dropped Rosemerta on his cock, impaling her.
Rosmerta screamed in pain and pleasure, her desperate whorish need finally fulfilled after so much teasing.
“I...I came.” Rosemerta thought, amazed. “Just from getting penetrated! Just how pent up was I?”
However her Master had no intention of leaving her capable of coherent thoughts. After adjusting his grip, Remus started fucking Rosemerta in earnest, lifting her up and dropping her back down onto his cock, Remus was using her as nothing more than a masturbatory aide!
As a cum rag, good for nothing but being jizzed in. A cum bucket unworthy of human dignity.
Happy tears stream from her eyes, she thanks remus for returning.
And Rosemerta loved it!
Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks, dripping down onto the floor where they mixed with Rosemerta’s feminine juices and Remus’ cum.
Even as Remus got himself off using Rosemerta’s body, an orgasm after orgasm surged through Rosemerta’s body, each time setting her nervous system ablaze with pleasure.
Toes curled, she could do nothing but cum again and again. Helpless to do anything, Rosemerta babbled barely incoherent pleas for more and harsher fucking.
How could Remus not oblige?
“Aaaah!” Rosemerta screamed as Remus suddenly switched to fucking her ass.
The poor woman was not ready for sudden anal violation, and if she was not a witch, undoubtedly Rosemerta would have been in need of medical attention. But magic was a pathway to many conveniences and instead it took Rosemerta no time at all to start enjoying anal rutting.
Rosemerta promises to be the best slut.
“Ah! Gosh…. So good! Fuck!” Rosemerta moaned like a slutty whore she was. “Promise, ah, Master, I’ll be the best most obedient slut you have. Just pleeeeaase don’t leaaave meee!” Rosemerta squealed as her body shook from a particularly powerful anal orgasm.
Remus cums in her ass.
“Don’t you worry, bitch.” Remus chuckled and patted Rosemerta on her round behind.
He sheathed himself balls deep in the woman’s ass and came, flooding the bitch’s guts with his hot cum.
“I am not going anywhere.”
Remus was feeling pretty good about himself, so it came as complete shock when someone spoke up:
“My my, wolfie, what big balls you have!”
How...how could she have snuck up on him?
Remus stared at the newcomer - a lithe nubile young woman, sitting naked on one of the tables, swinging merrily her long legs. She was blonde, though her hair looked too white to be of natural human colour.
Her large blue eyes stared dreamily at him, but there was something strange, something disconcerting in her gaze. It was as if she saw right through him, peering into something deeper and more vital than mere flesh and bones.
And there was this aura about her, as if gentle moonlight radiated from her slim figure.
Remus tensed, feeling his inner wolf stir, in a way it only ever did when the full moon was coming.
The strange young woman, meanwhile, just waved at him!
“Hello wolfie, My name is Luna Lovegood!”
