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Belly of the Beast	By : Malfoypatriarch Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Belly of the BEast
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The Belly of the Beast

Your pulse is pounding as you step out of your clothes,
leaving them near the large oak tree near the edge of the woods. Your
transformation is quick and painless. the only ill side effect that occurs
would be the aching lust that burns within your groin. You know he is here,
just as you've known that for so long. He is your prey, or perhaps you are his
own.

This is the forest where the hunt has always begun for you. Ever since he left
Hogwarts, the two of you have been meeting within these woods once a month.
Your wife thinks it's just another Death Eater meeting. Your son has never
questioned you. They both know of your veela heritage but they don't know how
much it consumes you, how badly that side of you needs to get out, run, and
mate. And that side will only be sated with that from another predator.

Memories from the past merge with those of the present as you try to seek him
out through the bushes and trees. You can recall everything about his body, how
he moved, how he walked, how he ate, and how he fought. You can remember how he
said your name; 'Lushus' instead of Lucius. He did so just to irritate you and
you're sometimes ashamed to admit that the tactic worked.

The scent of him quickens your pace. There is no stopping you now, there can
never be any stopping. You remember small glances that he sent your way, how
his eyes looked as they roamed over your body, how he bared his teeth and
growled softly so only you could hear the tinge of lust within that danger. He
knew what you were right from the onset just as you knew what he was. Binded in
the blood both of you take from your enemies and bound by the primal lust that
pulls at your heartstrings whenever the full moon awakes from the sky.

Your hands and feet are wet from walking, running, stalking through the dew of
the night but you barely notice the dampness nor the cold. The smell of the
dirt plays within your nostrils and through that stench, there is the scent of
pheromones, of raging bloodlust and heat. You can hear the blood rushing through
your head and it sounds like drums beating a fevered race for you to find your
mate.

You need him now. You need to taste him, touch him, feel him, fuck him, lick
him. You need the heat of a thousand wolves inside of you and the feel of his
prick as he pushes his throbbing organ inside. You want to be conquered and to
conquer as per your species.

You've always known what you are and yet, you hate to give in to the inner
beast that drives you. The wolf caught your scent and you hated him for it. His
life was made miserable by you as you pushed him into the wall and growled that
he could never affect you in any lascivious way and he smiled that smile that
infuriated you before pushing his leg up against your groin.

How you hated it when he made you beg for release, how he lapped at your cock
until it was sensitive and hurt to the touch. His eyes were those of a
predator's and they were always focused on you. To others, you were the
dominant, the older boy with the hatred for the poor. He was the poor Gryffindor
who incurred your wrath. But at night, he had you on your knees and hands and
kept you from crying out with a gag and a silencing charm. No one ever knew the
passions that flowed between you. No one ever saw the tears you spilt as you
were climaxing into his rough hand. No one heard the soft laughter that came
from the back of his throat as he stroked you and you responded so quickly, so
needing of his touch.

He kept so much a secret and you kept him safe. The man that was your true
master would never allow such couplings to occur but he who has all the traits
of the dark beasts will never have the heart of one. The master holds
possessions while you hold the passions.

Your mate will never forgive you for allying yourself with the master but he
cannot give in to his own needs. He won't seek you out in the bright light of
day, nor in the darkness. Only under the full moon will he come for you and you
will come for him.

You cry out now because you're tired of this game. The memories are catching up
with you and you long to be free of this agonizing pressure within your belly.
Claws sink into the ground as you try to pick up his scent which is now far
gone. He is the better hunter as he is designed for such sport. You are purely
designed to entice and to ensnare. Victims come to you, not vice versa.

Pheromones are let out of your body as your cock hardens, swelling up until the
organ is alongside your stomach. He cannot be far from here! Somehow, you will
reach him because he is never far from you. There are dark corridors during the
day that he can stumble out of, brushing into you, his hand going to your groin
and giving you a firm squeeze before apologizing for accidentally tripping into
you. You know it's not an accident and so does he, but you're already hard and
aching for him and can barely stammer out a response.

He keeps you on a short leash, not allowing you to forget just who will keep
you pinned down during that next full moon.

At long last, he jumps out of the bushes, moving with a grace his lumbering
canine body has always held since the primal days. He pads up to you and
hi
hiss at him for making you wait. Everything, however, is discarded as his nose
nuzzles your entrance and you feel your body brace itself even while you feel
that you're melting.

It is his tongue that will always do you in. Long and rough, it caresses your
cock the way a human's never can. His tongue curls a bit at the top as he laps
at you, tasting your own precome and your musk. You growl and snap at the air
as though to blaspheme out the gods.

You can smell his own arousal even moreso than your own. His ache is as
ferocious as yours and as his tongue goes to your balls and you feel your legs
growing weak, you can't help but wish that he was just as tremulous as you are right
now. Reciprocation must be used if he is to keep you around.

Brute strength is not your forte so you give him the credit of being able to be
flipped onto his back as you curve your body around. Your body knocks into his
side as you grab his back paws. He's too surprised to resist and before he can
get up off the forest floor, you're straddling his long, furody.ody.

You have no fur but feather instead, ones that reach down from your midback to
your ankles. They move as your hair moves, flying off your shoulders to rest
upon the ground. Some fall off and are quickly replaced. The wolf doesn't mind
this at all as his nose is buried in your balls and his tongue is still
attempting to get that precious precome off your cock.

The task in front of you looks like a delicious dinner and you find yourself
famished. Your tongue laps at his own cock, making his back leg twitch. With
every careful ministration his tongue gives to you, you return it tenfold. This
is what you were meant for; to give pleasure to the one you choose.

Your tongue roams the length of his cock, sliding up the rough vein to the
smooth underside. You leave no bit unexplored as you desire everything you can
taste. He smells of sweat and strength, the glory of the animal. You can taste
thousands of years of bloodlust within him and see his balls swell up in pride
as you continue to pleasure him, to reverently worship him with your mouth.

This is no animal but a true beast that is as dangerous as you and, like you,
cannot be controlled by a mere leash. You worship his freedom just as he
worships your own and you take his furry balls into your mouth, washing them
tenderly and then nuzzling them with all the gentleness you're capable of
displaying. He will soon release the semen within them inside of you and you
desire to be filled to the brim with his ejaculate.

He will never allow you to penetrate him. That is your punishment for being
what you are. You beg for him but he will never beg for you. This shames your
pride but even pride is forgotten when he lays inside of your body, licking
your spine as you sweat and pant underneath him.

Nevertheless, your tongue finds his entrance and you clean it for him, giving
him the pleasure of the wet, writhing appendage and he returns that pleasure
back to you. His tongue sweeps against your small hole and you jump at first,
for his tongue is so very rough, but then you rock back onto it, whimpering and
begging in growls and hisses to be filled with his seed.

You're never sure who gets tired of this first. All you know is that you're
suddenly upon your hands and knees, legs spread apart while he licks at your
inner thighs and entrance, preparing you now for penetration.

Before this hunt began, you knew what you would turn into, you knew what you
would be. A lubricating spell was used early on in the day and throughout the
hours, the spell continued to reapply itself, making you squirm a bit in your
seat at work. Not only was this an act of self-humiliation, it was also a
dangerous acknowledgment of what beast rests inside of you. To have other
people know about this lewd act would mean the complete degradation of your
family name. That alone makes the danger all the more breathtaking.

At long last, the wolf raises itself up on it's back paws, his front paws upon
your own back. His nails dig into your skin, making you bleed and cry out. This
is a lovely pain, though, and one that's minuscule compared to the ache, the
utter agony of the wolf's cock as he thrusts it into your tight entrance.

You cry and scream into the night air. The animals in the forest go about their
business, oblivious to your agony and pleasure. This is nothing they have not
heard before. The wolf howls as well and it is a howl of victory over you. He
has control of your body as well as your submission. You have given in to his
wishes and are rewarded with tremendous pain.

Only when the wolf starts moving do you feel the pain lessen and the pleasure
start to override your senses. He's so fast in his thrusts but all of them seem
to brush against your prostate, pushing and shoving into your body! You feel so
violated in this act, so vulnerable. This is what you were bred for, this is
the nature of your inner beast and you give in to the submission just as you
would give in to his tongue upon your cock. The pleasure cascades through you,
forcing your mind to letof iof its inhibitions and to accept the fact that you
are being buggered to an inch of your life.

Your breath comes in short hitches now and the scent of the wood vanishes. Your
mind conjures up images of what you must look like now, trapped underneath a
wolf, being fucked as you scream and cry out your own ravaging lust to a deaf
world. Your own cock goes unattended to as you need all the strength in yourms rms to keep yourself in place for the wolf. It leaks more now and you can feel
your climax building up quickly.

The wolf won't stop, the wolf always ejaculates after you and that's just
another price for you to pay. You're begging in animalistic noises, you're
pleading for release and the wolf can only grunt as he takes you again and
again. Your skin glistens with sweat and the feathers spread out to trail down
your sides. Finally, your body gives in to your raw cravings and you feel
yourself clench up tightly as you hit your orgasm.

Screaming out your release, you can feel your arms shake from the force. The
climax is ripped out of you, damn near violently and makes you shudder from the
pressure that had been steadily building up inside.

The wolf growls and his claws scratch down your back as he also orgasms inside
of you, filling up your body with his hot seed while his cock swells into the
knot designed to keep his sperm inside of you.

You can feel the liquid moving about inside, you can feel the heat spreading
through your body and instead of feeling disgusted, the ejaculate keeps your
warm. The wolf's tongue caresses your back and neck as he cleans off the sweat.
The salt attracts him and he stays inside of you even as you slump down to the
floor, sticky and sweaty. Tomorrow will find you covered in dirt but you don't
care.

Some more feathers end up upon the ground and you feel like a fallen angel,
cloaked in light, yet being pinned down by the Cerberus. Time passes slowly
because your mind is focused upon the feeling of the wolf still inside of you.
Your muscles clench and unclench at his cock, feeling it's shape and size. The
wolf is patient with you and lays atop your body. He's heavy but your strength
can handle his weight.

When he finally leaves you, it's only to rest down at your side. He allows you
to bury yourself into his fur, resting next to his slumbering body.

When the next morning approaches, you open your eyes to feel fingers inside of
your body. Blinking yourself awake, you see your mate, now a naked human, looking
down upon you. Remus Lupin m his his fingers up against your prostate and you
burn and ache with last night's ministrations.

"Hold still."

He is only helping to heal the damage his wolf form did to your body and
somewhere, in the depths of your mind, you realize this. Right now, he isn't
interested in a fuck, he's interested in aiding the wolf's mate. All the same,
you spread your legs for him and as he contemplates the morality of taking a
veela in his human form instead of his wolf form, you take this time to release
the pheromones once again.

Very little time passes before his cock is up inside of you once again, giving
you another ache. His tongue laps at your nipples and you buck up underneath
him as he makes you cry and beg and plead for him to allow you to release. He
licks your tears and laughs that soft laugh of his, reminding you that while
his transformation ends in the morning, yours continues on until he is gone. He
can keep you in this state for as long as he dares to do so. You give him this
power.

His tongue, however, will always make up for that and when you climax again, he
is there to lick up the substance while ejaculating hard inside of you until
some seeps out. He thrusts to push his semen back inside of you and you cry out
in pleasure and lust.

When finally he stands and is looking down upon your naked form, you wonder if
this will finally be the day he loses patience and decides to keep you as his
own forever more. There is a heavy pause in the air until you see the familiar
sadness lurking in his eyes. No, today will not be the day. He will depart as
he feels he has to.

You know that this is the true morality of Remus Lupin.

Watching as he gathers his clothes up, you stay where you are until he leaves.
It takes you hours to transform back to your rightful self. The feathers that
have fallen off you have all disintegrated when they hit the ground and you
find that a warm bath in your Manor is the one thing that will make you feel
slightly better.

Surprisingly enough, you don't think you want him to keep departing month after
month, but if he didn't, then you would be bound to him and the world would
know of your veela status. Dumbledore would attempt to use you just as the Dark
Lord would if he knew.

Your secrets rest with the one man who, when he takes advantage of those
secrets, always makes sure that you enjoy the experience as well.

Perhaps that is the true morality of Remus Lupin.

Disclaimer: Rowling owns all. I only play in her playground.
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