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Kumiho Adjule	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Sirius Views: 7283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Kumiho Adjule

The story of Severus Snape and Sirius Black, two wizards in the middle of a bit of puppy love. They love their puppies, of course. SS/SB, past JP/SB & JP/SS. BDSM, M/M, M/F, Spank, WS, Beast,

Other pairings include: MF/TB, RL/NT, PP/OC, HP/Various, RD/HG,

AN: Sorry for the wait, but I wanted to upload the first chapter to all four side stories at the same time. Had to finish the beginning to Phoenix Reborn before I could post this one.

Chapter One: Kumiho Adjule

Kumiho Adjule: the Nine tailed Fox

Another name given to this creature by the magical folk of the orient is Kyuubi. The fox spirit, or demon, is said to inhabit the body of the man and to give him strange powers. Kumiho are shape-shifters that can often maintain the form or dogs or wolves for long stretches of time. A Kumiho could live in his alternate form quite comfortably and still retain the awareness of his human self, something that is a danger to a mere animagus.

Another trait of the Kumiho is a fierce protective sense, often killing its mate if it feels that there is a great enough danger. The Kumiho are also pranksters, creating havoc when they allow this trait to get out of hand. Kumiho can have anywhere from a one child birth to a litter of nine, hence the derivation of the name, nine-tails, often referring to the remains of the beasts afterbirth.

Kumiho gestate for up to twelve months, birthing their smaller young when they are capable of greater self-awareness. A young Kumiho may seem more intelligent than its peers, but this is often attributed to its longer period of internal growth. Kumiho mating is the most violent of all beasts not from reptilian bases, and injuries from this period can and have caused deaths.

Kumiho are a marginally protected beast, though their numbers have decreased and they should probably be re-evaluated.

(Kumiho Moderto is a cross breed from Kumiho Adjule and werewolf It is more self aware, but affected by the moons fluxuations. Another cross is Kumiho Adjule and Metamorphagus. These crosses can assume any dog form, not just the three that are normal for most Kumijo - it is called Kumiho Morphia)

The potions master narrowed his eyes as he watched the antics of the Marauder and the Slytherin girl. His own daughter sat to the side, laughing along with the werewolf at the play of the Kumiho and his spawn. A year ago, Severus would never have thought of one of his snakes that way, but Pansy was not the child she had been in the confines of his dungeons. The Metamorphagus man turned a glare toward the Ravenclaw, Remus' son Terry, who was another cause for the changes in the Slytherin girl.

And now this dinner that the werewolf's son had arranged.

The young man that they were currently waiting for, an auror who worked with Nymphadora, named Roddy Grimes, was a surprise according to the boy.

With the small baby boy suckling the bottle in his hands, Severus supposed that Terry Lupin Flint was no longer a boy, but the potions master was feeling snarky, and in that mood they were all seen as immature. A ripple in the wards brought him to his feet, flowing across the floor and into the entry hall, to answer the door. It amused him to see Marcus Flint, the Wulver spouse of Remus' son, flinch at his sudden move.

He reached the door, before anyone else rose, and crossed to where the young man stood, the paper with his invitation in his hand and a wondrous expression on his face. It also amused Severus how many wizards had never experienced a fidelis charm.

“Mr. Grimes? I seem to recall you going by the name Rookwood, in school.” names were one of the first things that became expendable when Voldemort had been defeated, but it never hurt to show a potential enemy that you knew their shortcomings and weaknesses.

“And I seem to recall that you had a nose like a beak and greasy black hair. I guess we all change, eh Snape?”

Severus had forgotten that he was currently in his relaxed metamorph look, so he flexed his body and resumed his potions professor guise. “Some of us don't make that change so permanent, though. Won't you come in?” his invitation may have sounded more like a threat, but when Roddy Grimes/Rookwood shivered, it made it worth the extra effort. Severus led him to the door, but was transformed back before the rest of the household could react. “You know my daughter, of course, and her fiance, Remus Lupin. And since he was the one to arrange this meal, Mr. Boot-Flint needs no introduction, so, that leaves my consort, Mr. Black, his daughter Patsy and Terry's mate, Marcus.” Severus allowed that the boy had met Pansy, but he enjoyed toying with his guests.

“Thank you for having me, Lord Black.” Roddy had done his homework, it seemed, and Severus was reluctantly impressed. “And congratulations on your acquittal. I researched your case, as part of my recent evaluation exam, and I was shocked by the way it was handled. To not even give you a trial and then be prepared to have you kissed when you escaped and were caught. I wonder if I might ask about those two escapes?”

“I think that may have to wait for some other time.” Sirius smiled. “My mate gets quite perturbed with me when I talk about the past. Come in and relax, the elves will call when dinner is served.”

“I understand.”

“Roddy, which are you, Adule or Moderto?” Terry asked and Remus cleared his throat. “Sorry, Dad. Never mind. It's your secret, unless you want to share.” Though he had apologized without hesitation, Terry's last sentences was so laced with excitement that it negated any belief in his remorse.

“Oi, Rodd. Just ignore the brat. He's still a bit hormonal, and can't keep his yap shut.” Dora said with a warning glare. Her purple hair had gone more blue and her skin was paler than normal. Severus had been monitoring her choices of color, noting that she used pink tones for healthy, good moods and blues or greens for darker moods and lack of well-being.

“Not a problem. You're a were, I could tell at Dora's mum's. Miss Parkinson is Adjule, pure I think, but the babe was the stumper. He doesn't feel like were.”

“My son is Wulver, as am I.” Marcus announced, and Terry smiled fondly. “He will be the heir to my family line.”

“Oh, that's one I've not come across. I'm glad to meet you. I'll remember your scent, now.” Roddy looked around, noting that the potion's master was glaring at him, again. “Professor Snape smells like Dora, so I guess you're a morph, like her?”

“The term is metamorphagus, Mr. Rookwood. I would appreciate it if you would refrain from casting it into such a meaningless denomination of letters.”

“Yes, sir. So, that leaves Lord Black, who is definitely Adjule, at least partly, but there's something else. I am Kumiho Adesta, Lord Black, and I am at your service.”

Severus watched his mate as the boy bowed to him, and a smug look crossed Sirius' face. He would be having a discussion with the Marauder about this turn of events. In the meantime, Sirius had shaken the boy's hand and the elves had arrived to announce the meal. The rest of the evening was a series of small talk, good food and fine wine. It ended early enough to have been a success without infringing on the need for sleep that his mate's condition entailed.

Sirius was now five months into gestation of their litter, three boys that were the result of their mating and would prove that they were compatible, even if they often clashed on other levels. Severus was profoundly aware of the rarity of their match.

In their room, when they had both changed and were climbing under the light sheet they used for warm weather sleeping, Severus hesitated and watched as Sirius clambered into bed, groaning pitifully as he shifted the weight of his burden into a more comfortable position. “Aren't you coming?” Black's ability to turn many of their words into innuendo was damnably frustrating.

“Why did that boy bow to you?”

“Well, I know you don't care, but I am a lord.” Sirius smirked but Severus shook his head.

“No, he had already acknowledged you as a lord. It was when he proclaimed your creature and his. Tell me, Black.” Severus stood next to the bed and glared in his best impression of the moody professor he was.

“I'll tell you, if you call me by That name and show me how much I mean to you.” Sirius was now watching him with those eyes, the ones that melted Snape's resolve and made his cock leap in his trousers. He tried to look away, but it was too late. “Come on, Sniv. Come give Papa some attention.” and the sheet was pulled back to show the tent of Black's pajama bottoms, the only clothing he wore at present.

The bulge of his belly was accentuated by the elastic band that was pulled taunt around it, and Severus had to admit, though only to himself, that he thought his mate looked especially attractive with a baby in his body. He might just find a way to keep the man constantly in this condition.

Snape unwound his arms from his chest and leaned over, crawling across the mattress and peeling back the soft silk fabric. When his lover's cock popped out, free to dance against the bulging belly of its owner, Severus forgot what he had even been asking. He straddled Sirius' knees and held his hips to the bed, as he engulfed the needy organ in front of him. Sirius cried out, began babbling some dirty suggestions and yipping like a puppy, but nothing slowed down the Metamorphagus as he suckled on the cock like it was his mother's teat, drawing out the Kumiho's orgasm like ambrosia from the gods.

Sirius was a screamer, and it was a tremendous boost to his ego whenever Severus managed to drive his mutt to a silent, breathless orgasm. Tonight he was rewarded by the panting choked cry of his lover's climax, along with some firm scratches along his back, when the dog-man partially transformed and raked his paws along the closest surface he could reach.

It was enough to send Severus spiraling, the pain that tingled along his skin, the sounds of pleasure emitting from his mate and the taste of Sirius' seamen on his tongue. Severus came with a crashing wave of sensations, closing his eyes as colors burst across his inner eyelids and his ears ringing with blood that rushed to his brain.

They fell together, Snape draped carefully over Sirius' belly and legs, and the Kumiho bonelessly spread across the pillows. “So, tell me.” Severus said, knowing that there was something he had asked, and not wanting Sirius to know how potent his charms were on the Slytherin. When he got his answer, he'd remember his question.

“Kumiho have a hierarchy. Adjule are highest, Moderto are underlings. Peasants if you want, but not slaves. Adesta is the equivalent of middle class. He was essentially giving me his submission, as a vassal might to a lord.”

“And what would constitute a slave level?” Severus asked with a bit of trepidation.

“Kumiho do not speak of this often. Modesto and fae can mate, but if they do the likely outcome, though this is rare, is Kyuubi Mallannia. That is not a good match, and they are often stillborn or damaged. The three that I have heard of were squibs, fairly worthless and slow. One was abandoned in a muggle orphanage, raised as a retarded boy and died in a needless household accident. It was investigated as a possible murder, and the child's parent called it a mercy killing.”

“That's harsh. What about our children?” Severus caressed his mate's belly, feeling every bulge and bump, the ones that moved regularly and those that were infrequent shifters.

“Our litter will be Kumiho Morphia. The rarest of my line, and the greatest. They will be smarter, more powerful, creative and devious. They'll probably be Slytherins, cause anything else is rare for Kumiho, but I'll be proud of them for their cunning.”

“And how did you end up in Gryffindor?” Severus inquired.

Sirius looked ashamed, his eyes not meeting the hazel orbs of his lover. “I . . . sort of . . . .” the last word was mumbled and Severus pinched at the flesh of his mate's inner thigh. “Hey! Okay, I asked. The hat was ready to put me in the snake pit, and I begged it not to. I told it I would refuse to come if I had to be in there. It said that I was braver than I looked, which I took as an insult, and put me in the lion's den.”

“You great pompous ass! You mean, that you weedled and whinged and got your way like a spoilt pure-blood pampered baby and even the sorting hat gave in to you? I've half a mind to . . . .”

“Oh, now don't be mad, Daddy. It was years ago, and I've gotten over my aversion to snakes.”

“Mad? I'm not mad, I'm incensed. Can't you tell the difference?”

“Now, come on, Snape. Don't take it personal.”

“It's not just personal. It's wrong, you bloody prat. You can't teach our children to act that way. You've no remorse, what-so-ever. It should have been punished, back when it was done.”

“Punished? I think I've had enough punishment for my many crimes. Even those committed on your pretty little arse.”

“No, not by a long shot. I think you need a lot more punishment.” Snape flew to his knees, grabbing his pregnant mate and flipping the man deliberately across his lap. Sirius yelled and fought, pushed and squirmed, but in his condition he was no match for the other man. If he could change, transform into his Kumiho form, then perhaps, but to do so this far into his gestation was dangerous.

Severus managed to hold him still, leaning down over his body, where it was prone across his folded legs, and he whispered into Sirius' ear. “I'll be sure to arrange for any punishments you will need, to keep you from falling back into bad habits and attitudes.” and he began a series of sharp slaps to the Kumiho's exposed flank. Ten or twelve spanks later, Sirius was sore and worn out, moaning from the effort to struggle, the pain of the paddling and the stimulation it was causing his body.

“Now, Puppy. I think you can consider yourself properly punished.”

“Ohhh.” Sirius was without words.

“And do you admit you deserved it?”

“Mmmm hmmm.”

“Shall I reward you for your acceptance?”

“Please.”

Sirius' favorite position, if any one ever asked, would have to be doggy style, and as he was on all fours right now, with his Slytherin lover pounding into his arse with a vengeance, the pink flesh still overly sensitive from his spanking, it was without question that he was one happy puppy. He wagged his rear, managing to get Severus to go deeper and hit his elusive prostate more frequently.

Severus didn't miss a beat, his fingers digging into Sirius' hips as he yanked back and added force to his thrusts. It was heaven, just enough pain and pleasure to combine for the perfect release, and Sirius howled out his climax as Snape unloaded his balls into the cavern of his mate's anus. They dropped to the bed, pulled to their sides by the potions master's quick thinking, and spooned together on the sweaty, cum soaked bedding.

“Could you manage?” Sirius asked with a weak wave of his arm and Severus grunted. “Thanks.”

Snape pulled his wand from the nightstand and waved it swiftly, banishing the dirty sheets and replacing them with clean. The elves would take care of the ones he'd sent to the laundry and the only remaining cum would be deep in his lover's body. He waved his wand again and a bit of wax, shaped by himself and spelled to remain firm, even with the exposure to heat, came into his open palm. He reached down and shoved it firmly into Sirius' stretched hole, spelling it into place with a sticking charm.

“Hey!” the Kumiho snapped with what little energy he had.

“Just don't want you leaking all over the clean bedding. Now, go to sleep, Puppy.”

“I love it when you call me that.” Sirius mumbled as he sank into the pillow and drifted off to sleep. Severus smirked and moved closer, his lax dick rubbing against the exposed wax of the anal plug.

“I know.”

AN: Here's a little teaser. The next chapter is called “Puppy Training” Any suggestions for my two lovers? I'm open on this, to a certain extent. I don't want them doing any permanent damage to each other, Snape always as dominant, and there will be more about Kumiho hierarchy. Otherwise, suggest anything you like and I'll try to accommodate. Same goes for the other pairings.

Not much on Harry and his mates, but they stand: Harry/Blaise, Harry/Oliver, Harry/Cedric, Harry/Weasley Twins, Harry/Susan Bones, Harry/Luna, Harry/Seamus and of course, Harry/Draco, all of which will be covered in Chameleon's Castle.

The other Weasleys may pop in, but their stories are in the companion fics: Dawn of the Drow and Phoenix Reborn.
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