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Remus Lupin and Revelry in the Dark (ch.1)
🕑 Added 2024-05-19 20:29:25 +0000 UTCScant light of the new moon did nothing to illuminate the forest path that took Narcissa Malfoy from her Manor and into the unknown of the night. Tall trees surrounded snaking path, towering over Narcissa and casting their deep shadows, whose gloom was apparent even at night.
Narcissa’s heart hammered in her chest. This was a night for dark deeds and secret, scandalous trysts. Narcissa wasn’t sure which possibility terrified her more.
“It’s not too late to turn around.” Narcissa told herself, even as the light and warmth of Malfoy Manor grew more and more distant. “There is still time to dismiss that damned letter and ignore the danger.”
Narcissa was a truly beautiful woman, she could say so without excessive pride or vanity. Narcissa was tall and full-bodied, but not garishly so, like that Bones woman. Though dark cloak concealed her form right now, were anyone to see the body beneath, they would be surprised to see that years and a successful pregnancy did nothing to destroy her toned stomach, but only served to enhance her perky ass and full breasts. Her aritocratic features shone with beauty and dignity of her bloodline, while her kissable lips and proud gaze of her ice blue eyes evoked fiery passion in any man bold to think of Lady Malfoy in That way.
So really, could she be blamed for worrying about being forced to yield to someone else’s lusts?
Especially considering who Narcissa was about to meet.
The Malfoy Matriarch scowled, a wrathful expression marrying her fine features.
If it were not for her worries about the return of the Dark Lady, there was no way Narcissa would have ever dignified the invitation, no, demand such as this one.
What did that filthy mutt think? He was just a beast, a creature whose only claim to virtue was the fact that it recognized his true purpose in serving the Dark Lady and the Pureblood cause. In all other respects Remus Lupin was just like any other werewolf.
No. Not like any other. As uncomfortable as the thought was, Remus Lupin allowed himself and was allowed by the Dark Lady the kind of liberties with good pureblood women, even if blood traitors, that really ought to have seen him dead!
Alas, the mangy mongrel yet survived and now once again polluted Britain’s air and soil.
A flash of moonlight revealed Narcissa’s uninvited guest.
Remus Lupin was leaning against the trunk of the old oak, an amused smile clear to see on his face even in this dim lighting.
Narcissa wanted to wipe that smirk the moment she saw it.
“Careful Narcissa.” The Malfoy MILF cautioned herself. “A mutt he may be, but that fool Dumbledore allowed him to learn the secrets of true wizards at Hogwarts. And he is handy with a wand.”
Yes, for now confrontation was not in Narcissa’s interests. For a bit she would have to, ugh, be polite with that creature.
Narcissa could call Remus Lupin creature all she wanted. Her eyes did not lie and her body knew the truth. Remus Lupin was all man, even if his human guise was not as memorable as his more furry form.
Though middle aged, with scars and other signs of wear and tear, Remus Lupin was still a man in the prime of his life. He definitely looked strong enough grab a grown woman by the throat and pin her to a hard surface, leaving this purely hypothetical woman helpless to do anything but take whatever the filthy werewolf would choose to dish out.
At the sight of this ‘man’ Narcissa’s body stiffened, even as her heart started hammering in her chest. There was just something about him...and edge of danger and primal virility that Narcissa’s body couldn’t help but respond.
She was after all a woman. A heatlhy and still fertile one, in full posession of all the primal instincts that compelled women to seek out the strongest, most dominant male around and yield themselves to him.
“Stop it!” Narcissa berated herself, when she caught her hand straying too close to her crotch. “This is just fear. Remus Lupin is a dangerous predator. A beast that one needs to be cautious off.”
Narcissa took a deep breath, heedless of the way the act emphasized her chest.
“You can do this,” She thought to herself. “Just be polite but firm and you’ll deal with this issue before long”
Yes, she could do this.
Narcissa opened her mouth. Remus smirked at her.
“Who gave you permission to foul my forest?” Narcissa spat, all thoughts of courtesy abandoned.
Heedless of any possiblity of retaliation, Narcissa marched on Remus, jabbing a finger into his damnably muscular chest.
“Have you forgotten your place, mutt?” She hissed. “This is a respectable household, where your ilk are not welcome. I don’t know what sort of welcome you had hoped for when you wrote that dirty little letter of yours, but rest assured you will not step inside the manor.”
By the end of her little tirade, Narcissa was breathing deeply, her breath misting in the night’s cool air.
If her strong words had any effect on the werewolf, the mutt showed no sign of it.
Bastard.
Instead, he just smiled indulgently. As if she were some silly girl that Remus could spank and d-discipline at his leisure and not a lady of the most powerful noble house that was still left in Britain.
“My my, Narcissa.” Remus said, his husky voice sending shivers up and down Narcissa’s spine. “I did not know I evoked such passion in you.” He laughed, making Narcissa blush, much to her mortification. “If I knew I would not have neglected you all those years ago.”
Her heart beating rapidly, Narcissa took a shallow, stuttering breath and opened her mouth, readying herself for another rant, when Remus asked suddenly:
“And how is little Cassiopeia doing?”
Narcissa froze as cold gripped her body and squeezed her insides.
“She must be what...eighteen years old by now?” Remus asked, pale moonlight reflected in his eyes. “Time sure flies fast. Perhaps I should make sure I don’t neglect the daughter the way I ignored the mother.” He said casually, though there was no hiding the flash of hunger in his expression.
No doubt to taunt Narcissa, Remus slowly licked his lips, leaving no doubts of his intentions.
Immediately Narcissa had her wand in hand, its tip glowing ominous green and leveled straight between Lupin’s eyes.
“Don’t you even dare!” Narcissa whispered, cold fury in her voice. “I will destroy you if you so much as sniff in her direction.”
She was so angry, Narcissa paradoxically found herself unsure of what to do. It was tempting, oh so very tempting to simply let the spell, the curse fly and end this mutt. And yet something held her back.
Was it desire Narcissa so desperately kept supressed?
Or maybe fear that Remus Lupin was here as an agent of the Dark Lady and any action against him would be tantamount to defying Her will.
Well, if the latter was the case, then Narcissa had to know for sure.
“The Dark Lady might have indulged your appetites,” Derision dripped from every syllable. “But do remember that loyal purebloods were the exception.”
Remus just snorted.
“Is that what you think?” He asked. “Narcissa, I never pegged you for a naive one.”
Remus shook his head and then suddenly stepped forth, forcing Narcissa to stumble backwards. She almost fell on the ground. The precious initiative was lost and so it came as no surprise when Remus plucked Narcissa’s wand out of her grip.
“There is no need for this.” He said as he pocketed the wand.
Narcissa stared up at the werewolf, whose silhouette was illuminated by the moonlight. A moment ago the thought of the Dark Lady being back and plotting terrified her. Now Narcissa prayed to any fae, demon or deity that would listen, for it to be the case rather than the more ominous alternative.
Casually, Remus squatted next to Narcissa. Their faces were so close, Narissa could feel the warmth of his breath and could smell the subtle masculine musk of his body. A shiver ran down her spine that had nothing to do with cold or fear.
“Don’t you worry, Cissie.” Remus said, insolently using the nickname allowed only to her sisters. “I am not here to be Voldemort’s lapdog. I am my own man in this affair.”
Narcissa swallowed. And then asked, slowly, as if dealing with a wild animal she was afraid to startle.
“So why did you come here?”
Remus grinned. The expression had far too many teeth for Narcissa’s comfort.
“Well, it’s just like I said. Cassiopeia must have grown into a gorgeous young lady. It would be a shame if she missed out on having her cherry popped by a werewolf, just like her mother.”
Narcissa twitched. If she still had her wand, she would have already sent one of the nastier curses of her repertoire. Narcissa might not have been a duellist like Bella, but she could still hold her own.
Remus laughed at the murderous expression on her face.
“You can relax, Cissie.” He said through the laughter. “I am not here for your daughter. Not today at least. It’s you that I am after.”
Narcissa heart almost stopped from terror and excitement. She must have made quite a face, because Remus grinned.
“Or rather your connections and political skills.” He continued, his grin transforming into something far more...predatory. “Unless you’d like me to...take you?”
“No. I don’t want that!” Narcissa denied a touch too quickly for her liking.
Her heart still raced in her chest, but Narcissa rallied herself admirably.
“What makes you think I have anything of the sort?” She asked, one eyebrow raised. “Lucius is the head of the family, he is the playing at politics. Why not ask him for help with whatever it is you are planning?”
“Exactly. ‘Playing’ at politics.” He scoffed. “If I needed someone to throw piles of galleons at problems...well I have better options for that. No I am well aware that it’s you, Narcissa, who yields the soft power in House Malfoy.”
That was true. Lucius tried his best, bless him, but it simply didn’t come naturally to him, making him compensate for the lack of personal charisma and political acumen with bags upon bags of Malfoy gold.
Not the worst strategy, considering the quality of most of Lucius’ political opponents, but hardly something to call subtle or sophisticated.
Feeling confidence return to her, Narcissa allowed herself to sneer at the mutt.
“And why should I consider wasting my time on cavorting with a beast like you?”
Remus just smirked.
“Funny you should use that word.” He said and stood up.
Suddenly it was as if moonlight grew brighter around Lupin.
Before Narcissa’s disbelieving eyes, Remus Lupin slowly transformed into a giant anthropomorphic wolf.
Narcissa wanted to deny it. To deny what her eyes were telling her and what the rest of her senses confirmed.
Remus Lupin had transformed into a werewolf without full moon and he was now towering above her, casting a deep ominous shadow on her.
The beast was, Narcissa was loathe to admit it, gorgeous. With deep black fur that Narcissa longed to run her fingers through and slab upon slabs of muscle rolling underneath. This was an apex predator with a throbbing cock to match.
But how? Everyone knew that werewolves needed a full moon to take their true forms. It was one of the unshakeable facts of magic that everybody knew. And yet, somehow Remus Lupin had achieved the impossible.
Narcissa knew now, that there was nothing she could do, even if she wanted to.
And she didn’t.
Narcissa did now know how. She wasn’t sure when. But suddenly the Lady Malfoy found herself kneeling. The beast’s throbbing cock was right in front of her, aimed right at her face.
Narcissa was feeling hot, her body flush with arousal. Distantly, a part of her realised that this was the effect of Remus’ musk and sheer presence, awakening primal instincts in Narcissa, tempting her to succumb to her womanly desires.
No this was a wrong word for this.
Temptation implied possiblity of refusal. And there was none here.
“Please!” Her gaze bound to the twitching phallus in front of her, Narcissa heard herself whisper.
She opened her mouth wide and let her tongue loll out. Saliva dripped down on Narcissa’s chest.
“What are you doing?!” A part of her, a small part that still retained the aristocratic bearing and noble pride of a proper pureblood protested Narcissa’s actions. “This mutt ought to be skinned for his temerity!”
“Preparing to get the best dicking possible!” The rest of Narcissa replied.
Just in time for Remus to shove his cock into her mouth.
Immediately, Narcissa began to choke and gag. The sheer size of Remus’ canine manhood proving to be almost too great a challenge for the haughty pureblood slut.
Nevertheless the bitch in heat pressed on, trying desperately to get as much of her mate’s cock down her gullet as she could. Fortunately Remus was only all too happy to help her.
Glurgkh!
Glurgkh!
Glurgkh!
Remus violated Narcissa’s throat roughly, sheathing the entirety of his cock in her throat, relishing in the way he throat would squeeze and spasm around his shaft, massaging it and desperately milking it for all Remus was worth.
Narcissa’s eyes rolled back until Remus could see the whites of her eyes. The pureblood bitch might have looked braindead, but she sucked on his cock quite diligently, her tongue writhing beneath his manhood.
Before too long Remus came. With a dominant growl, Remus flooded Narcissa’s gullet and belly. He came and came until cum burst out of the seal of Narcissa’s lips, spilling onto her face, chin and chest.
Remus had no patience left for pleasant chit-chat.
He forced Narcissa on her hands and knees, prepared to fuck this bitch nice and deep. Narcissa had the same idea, because the slut reached back with her hands and used her fingers to spread the outer lips of her pussy, leaving it all the more inviting and vulnerable to the assault of Remus’ cock.
How could Remus ignore such eloquent invitation?
In one fell thrust Remus impaled the Malfoy Matriarch on his cock, quickly slamming into her cervix. Narcissa let out a truly whorish moan as her tight little cunt suddenly became stretched just past its limits.
Remus grabbed Narcissa by her hips that betrayed the former Black’s sheer suitability for breeding and started fucking her in earnest.
Narcissa moaned and howled. She clawed soil and threw her hips back to meet her alpha’s thrusts. Even when Remus’ knot got stuck in her cunt, Narcissa did not stop being so deliciously vocal. Right here and now she did not care for her carefully managed reputation as a pinnacle of a pureblood lady.
She did not care if anyone saw her.
Nevertheless, Cassiopeia Malfoy, Narcissa’s daughter remained hidden, her eyes wide with shock and her tight virgin pussy wet with arousal.
