Facts & Fabrications
Title: Facts & Fabrications
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: RL/HG
Warning: Oral sex, anal sex, PWP, AU
She torments me. Her scent awakens my lust. Her movements challenge my own sexual discipline. And her mind... Merlin’s beard, her mind. Sometimes when I watch her reading in the library at Grimmauld Place, I imagine I can see her sponge-like brain soaking in the information.
“Hello, Remus,” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me. “I couldn’t sleep.”
I act as if this is news to me, but I’ve been watching her for far too long. Ever since the war ended, she has been plagued with insomnia.
“I guess the closer it gets to the full moon, the harder it is for you, too, huh?” she asked.
Hermione, you haven’t the faintest idea how hard. I pulled a small smile, but decided to keep my mouth shut.
“I think I’ve read just about everything in the house,” she said, gesturing to all the books around her. She picked up the one in her hand, “And this one is so biased. I have a hard time believing any of this writing to be the work of fact.”
“Let me have a look.”
She handed the book to me, and I immediately frowned at the title: Werewolf Ways. I recognized the book as it is the one most people learned their cliche-riddled knowledge about werewolves. If there is any part of the book that is fact, it is the statement that werewolves must transform on a full moon. Everything else is false.
I noticed her bookmark buried deep into the back pages of book. She was nearly finished with this hogwash. I flipped the book open to her bookmarked spot, curious to see where she left off. Chapter Seventeen: Werewolves and Sex.
“It all sounds like fabrication to me,” said Hermione. I looked up to see her blushing.
“Well, chapter seventeen, I think, is based on regular wolf facts,” I said, closing the book with a loud thud. “Werewolves are a completely different breed.” I handed it back to her, and she took it timidly.
“I--uh, I,” she stammered strangely over her words, as if uncertain to speak her thoughts out loud. Her blush deepened. “I was just curious...”
“What about?” My own curiosity was wound up tight and ready to spring.
“Well, if the rumors are true..., uh, academically speaking.”
There are so many rumors about werewolves, I don’t even know where to start with this. “I assume you mean sexually?”
Hermione shifted in her seat uncomfortably, her gaze trained on the floor.
“It’s just, there isn’t many factual books on werewolves.”
I sat down on the chaise lounge, and asked, “So what kind of rumors have you heard?”
I’m beyond turned on at this point. I just want to rip the clothes from her body and fuck her right there on the couch, but I’m also curious what rumors and stereotypes she’s heard about werewolves and sex, and I don’t want to scare the girl away. I wonder if she’d let me give her a demonstration? I shook my head to clear out the building images of naughtiness.
I waited for her to answer me, but she didn’t seem to want to continue. She looked everywhere but at my face.
“How about I offer you some of the ones I’ve heard in exchange for the ones you’ve heard.” A bashful grin graced her face. “One I’ve heard a lot is our reproductive parts are like that of a normal wolf. Which is not true, by the way.”
She nodded, and was silent for a short moment. Finally she said, “Sexual deviants?”
“No more than everyone else.” If she could only see the wild scenarios of us I played in my mind. Her face would be as red as the blouse she had on. “All werewolves are natural masochists--this is false.”
“Only have sex doggy-style?”
“I like my sex any way I can get it,” I said with a smirk. She gave a small, lilting laugh.
“I doubt you have trouble with that,” she said, sounding a little more comfortable with the conversation. “I’m sure there have been many lovers.”
I didn’t answer right away. I thought back on all the times I’ve had sex. Sure, I had a handful of partners, but not enough to call many. I wasn’t some promiscuous cock.
“I’ve had a few,” I answered carefully. “People may be curious about a werewolf’s sexual nature, but more are afraid or filled with disgust to follow through.”
The expression on Hermione’s face darkened. “I can’t imagine what it must be like for you; to be treated like that...”
The conversation was moving into a depressing direction. I didn’t want to talk about the prejudices I experience everyday. It takes all the patience I possess to stay civil and understanding with the ignorant public on a day-to-day basis.
She must have felt the mood in the room turn a little sour because she then asked, “What about excessive hirsutism?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I think I have hair growing in all the right places in the right amounts.”
She laughed with me. A beautiful wide smile on her face. Merlin she’s gorgeous.
“They say...,” she began, but bit her lip and trailed off.
“Go on, Hermione.”
She looked at me, her dark brown eyes staring into mine. I felt my cock twitch from the intensity of her gaze. It was almost painful how my cock strained against my trousers.
“They say,” she repeated, “that werewolves are well...hung.”
Her eyes dropped, and I followed her gaze to the massive tent in my trousers. I suppose I should have expected this. Although, I was rather pleased that Hermione looked more interested than appalled.
“I’m afraid I have no way of knowing that; I don’t know what’s considered average.” I decided to push the conversation further in the direction I wanted...no, needed it to go. And the moon is so close to being full, all of the pent up aggression inside of me is wanting to burst out and dirty talk her into submitting her body to me. “And you’re staring rather intently, Hermione. Why don’t you tell me?”
She stammered for a few seconds before finally getting out, “It’s difficult to tell from here.”
I didn’t reply. I just leaned back on the chaise and let things fall into place. She’s a smart girl. She’ll figure it out.
And without a hitch, Hermione was on her feet and crossing the room. She sat down on the chaise’s edge beside me, her eyes on my lap. With trembling hands she unbuckled my belt, slid down the zip, and pulled my trousers down to my thighs. My cock sprung out immediately, long and thick and ready for attention. She gasped and ran her hand over the head.
“I guess that rumor is right,” she said. There was timidness still lingering in her eyes, but the impish grin on her face excited me, and my cock reacted, twitching in her hand. “Can I?” she asked, leaning forward.
Merlin’s beard, could you! “Go on,” I said.
Somehow I was able to control the explosion of lust that swelled inside my cock as she slipped the head into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled round it before she slid down further. She gently pulled my foreskin down with her hands, and swallowed my shaft, taking as much of my length in her mouth as she could without choking. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked me off, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing my load down her throat.
I begrudgingly pulled her off of me. Although, I would love for her to swallow my come, I wanted to penetrate more than her mouth.
Without wasting any time, I unbuttoned her crimson blouse and removed both the top and bra underneath, revealing her ample breasts to my hungry eyes. I pulled her to me, crushing my face into her flesh, and fastening my mouth to her, pink and erect, nipples. She squirmed in my arms, rubbing herself against me. Driving me mad!
I pulled up her skirt around her waist as I ran my tongue over the tender skin of her chest, and guided my cock to the cotton fabric of her panties. I ran myself all over her covered womanhood, and let my cock sit at the wet spot. She groaned and wiggled her hips impatiently.
“Remus, please,” she begged.
Merlin, how can I say no to that?
I wrapped my thumbs around the waistband of her panties and slid them down. Free of the fabric that separated us, she immediately began to lower herself onto my shaft.
Slowly she took me in, inch by inch, sighing her content. Her warmth wrapping me, squeezing me, and coaxing me to let it all go, fill her womb with my come, but I hung onto my determination. I wanted this moment to last, and I wanted to feel every crevice of her.
She rode me, gently at first, as if she were afraid she might break me, but then her lust began to win her over, and her thrusts built up, harder and harder, quicker and more desperate, until she was bucking against me like a wild stallion. I let her find her pleasure on my cock, enjoying every sensation of the ride. Finally, her body shuddered, and she exhaled her cry into the room. I could feel her warm release dripping down and pooling on my pelvis.
“Goodness,” she said in a breathy voice. She leaned forward to kiss me, but stopped abruptly. “Wait, you didn’t come.”
“You’re right,” I said, cheekily. I lifted her off me. “Go ahead and lay on your front,” I instructed.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
I cast a lubricating spell over my cock, and it was immediately coated in slick fluid. I laid over her body, my cock nestled between the cheeks of her backside.
“Hermione, have you ever been bumfucked?” I asked in her ear.
“No,” she gasped. “Well, kinda. Ron accidentally slipped once, but--”
“Just relax,” I said, settling the tip of my cock at the entrance of her bum. She squirmed at the contact. “Shh.” I caressed her shoulders with my free hand as I slowly pushed inside.
She grasped the edge of the chaise, clinging to it as I slid in deeper and deeper, until my pelvis finally met her backside. I didn’t move immediately. Instead, we laid there motionless, breathing heavily, as I waited for her tight passage to adjust to my size.
When she wiggled her bum, I started to slowly withdraw.
“Yesss,” she hissed as I began to slowly dive in again.
In and out, I buggered her, gradually picking up speed. I could feel the control slipping from me. Any moment now, I would spill my seed inside her.
She met my thrusts, pushing into me as I dove forward. I just couldn’t hold it anymore. I buried myself deep inside her one last time before I felt my body pulse and expel my come.
“Oh, Remus,” she sighed. I could hear the smile in her voice. “We ought to do this again.”
My body was spent, but I couldn’t help a smile creeping on my face, and I nodded in agreement.
I think we’ll both sleep alright tonight.