Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 89 ~ Isadora Gets Her Do

“Roll over?” Isadora repeated.

Remus nodded, pushing upward to his knees again, then sitting back on his heels. He began to pant heavily, then swallowed down his reaction.

“Yes, Isadora…roll over please,” he said, offering her his hand.

Isadora’s eyes washed over the nude wizard. He really was a good looking man, and although it was obvious he was aroused and ready to take her, the look in his eyes was soft and pleading, rather than lustful and demanding. He was a suitor seeking her acceptance, her willing acquiescence. He would make no move until it was clear that she wanted him to. But that did not stop him from trying to persuade her.

“Please Isadora,” he said again, a whine escaping him as he held his hand out to her.

It was as much a plea for her to trust him as it was for her to give herself to him. Isadora’s body and heart went out to the wizard and she placed her soft, warm hand in his, and he helped her into a sitting position. Isadora turned over and started to lie down again only to feel the wizard slip his arm around her waist and stop her. Remus leaned over her, gently moving her ebony hair off her neck and placing his lips against her ear, his warm breath washing over the pale shell.

“I need you on your knees, Isadora, preferably your hands and knees. My nature is wolf and man, but the animal must be appeased first before the human can manifest. I have to take you the way a wolf would take his mate…then I can take you any way you wish. I must always start this way, Isadora. You will let me…won’t you?” he asked softly, moving his hips against the witch reflexively, his cock pressing against her buttocks as he licked her throat slowly, and snuffled behind her ear, his hand gently teasing her breasts and rubbing her belly. .

His tongue running softly across her throat, his gentle hand on her breasts and belly, his cock pressing against her ass was a combination that was sending Isadora into meltdown quickly.

“Yes,” she sighed, Yes, Remus, gods yes.”

The werewolf shuddered against her, and Remus released her waist, running his hands up and down her pale skin, smoothing his palms over her back rhythmically before bending over her and licking her tenderly, tasting her flesh from shoulders to buttocks, his hands slipping back under her, stroking and petting her breasts, belly and sliding between her thighs, short whines, hisses and growls betraying his excitement as he rubbed her body tenderly, firing her senses, patiently working her into a frenzy until she pressed back against him urgently.

“Remus,” Isadora urged, “Damn you…I’ve had enough gentleness. Show me what they run from.”

“All right,” he breathed, closing his eyes a moment. Suddenly he pulled back, spread the witch’s buttocks and lowered his face between her cheeks, lapping at her pussy, wetting it thoroughly with his salvia then inhaling deeply. A rumble started in his throat as he straightened and grasped his cock positioned the huge head against her wetness. Isadora groaned. Slowly the werewolf thrust forward, his growl growing louder as he parted her soft, inner flesh, stretching the witch around his cock.

Isadora hissed as he entered her. He was so big, and felt so good filling her, hot, hard insistent as he immersed his cock inside her, his growl constant as he pressed deeper. Finally he was all the way inside Isadora, and his voice took on a kind of baying, whimpering sound as he shuddered with pleasure. His senses were whirling with the feel, scent and sight of her pale body positioned in front of him.

In his last barely controlled moment, he whispered, “Grab the headboard, Isadora.”

The witch obeyed, reaching up and grasping the headboard as the werewolf grasped her waist tightly, pulled back and plunged his cock deep inside her, banging against her cervix powerfully, hitting Isadora so hard, she choked on her scream. The werewolf pulled back and rammed into her again, his eyes rolling up into his head as he practically howled, while Isadora shrieked at the welcome ache. Remus started fucking her hard and fast, panting, growling, whimpering and groaning as Isadora’s body jerked roughly, the werewolf hitting bottom, his strokes becoming wild and vicious, his fingers digging into her waist, pulling her back into him as he let out short barks of pleasure at every deep plunge, every luscious thrust into her soft, tight pussy.

Isadora couldn’t close her mouth, her shrieks torn from her belly as Remus fucked her brutally, feeding her need, giving her that ache she had missed for so long. He was insatiable, a ramming, plunging, grunting growling animal, tearing into her body for all he was worth, howling his pleasure to the world. Luckily for the pair that the suites came with built-in silencing charms or the Aurors would have kicked in the door, thinking there was a werewolf attack going on.

Isadora came, her body trembling uncontrollably as the werewolf fucked her through it, growling as she clamped down on his cock, her hot release rushing over him. Remus locked his teeth to the side of her throat when he felt her boiling over his head and shaft, holding Isadora but not breaking the skin…it was painful but to Isadora it was just more of what she wanted what she needed. Even Darius hadn’t taken her like this. She felt the werewolf let go of her throat and grip her shoulder, pulling her away from the headboard and gently forcing her head down to the bed. How could he be so gentle while fucking her so brutally?

Remus then grabbed the headboard himself and heaved into the witch even harder, using the bed for leverage as her tore into her pussy, his hips stroking so fast they were blurred as he shoved her up against the headboard and trapped her there, apparently unaware of her predicament as he panted and whimpered in delight. She wasn’t running, she was letting him mate, letting him fuck her. Remus was going for it all…he didn’t know when he’d get a chance like this again. Isadora was every witch that ever got away from him, and he battered her passionately, sweat streaming down his body, soaking the blue coverlet beneath them as he drove over and over into her slim, pale body.

The witch, twisted against the headboard, shrieked and climaxed again, Remus driving through her pulsing tightness, his nostrils flaring at the scent and liquid rush of her second release. Then he pulled out of her and lowered his mouth to her dripping orifice and lapped at her juices hungrily before straightening and plunging his cock back into her body, licking her release from his glistening lips. Isadora was incoherent with lust and ache and sensation, her voice rising and falling as the wizard continued to bang inside her mercilessly. But he was starting to approach the pinnacle, a high whine growing in the back of his throat.

Remus let go of the headboard and wrapped his arms around her hunched body as best he could, driving into the witch with all his might, stroking toward release, his eyes rolling up into his head as his balls tightened into hard knots…then he slammed into the witch, and folded over her, holding his cock deep inside her, howling long and loud as he ejaculated, then whimpering his pleasure as pulse after pulse filled the perspiring, shrieking, crying witch beneath him, his head clearing as he slowed, his eyes falling on her cramped form.

Oh gods. Isadora.

Remus pulled out of the witch and gently drew her away from the head of the bed, turning her to face him, his eyes anxiously searching her face. She seemed totally incoherent, her eyes closed, tears streaming down her face, panting, her chest rising and falling.

Damn it. Damn it. He’d gone too far with the witch. Remus sat back on his heels and pulled Isadora into his chest, stroking her hair tenderly, whispering apologies to the witch as she shuddered intermittently. His eyes glistened. The wizard held her like that for a while, then felt her stir against him. He pulled her away from his chest, searching her face, ready for the rejection he would see there. Isadora’s dark eyes looked up at him, and she smiled sleepily.

“Gods, Remus…that was the best fuck I ever had,” she breathed.

The werewolf looked at the beautiful witch in his arms, stunned.

“You aren’t going to throw me out?” he asked her softly.

Isadora snuggled into him.

“Throw you out? I’m moving you into my flat, Remus Lupin. You’re going to be my bed warmer at arms,” she said tiredly.

“But…my transformation…Severus, your reputation…” he said softly, believing this to be pillow talk.

“We’ll find someplace you can go and transform safely, fuck Severus…he’s my son, not my father, and I’m not concerned about what anyone thinks about me. I’m tired of these bigoted assholes in the wizarding world anyway. We’ll be in muggle London, remember?”

“I won’t live off you,” Remus said.

Isadora stretched and winced, aware of the delicious ache still thrumming through her body. Remus let her go and she stretched out in the bed, relaxed and sated, her dark eyes sweeping down and resting on his spent organ a moment before looking back up at him.

“You won’t have to live off me. I have several accounts set up with your name on them, waiting for you to make their travel arrangements. You can start them tomorrow…great commissions on them too. And you can pay rent if you like…though I’d be glad to take it out in trade. I’ll give you your own bedroom, Mr. Propriety…though I hope you won’t actually sleep in it.”

Remus looked down at her, not saying anything. Isadora rolled over on her stomach.

“I don’t do rejection well, Remus…and I’m good with a wand. You’re a Gryffindor, I’m a Slytherin. You know how nasty we Slytherins can get when we’re denied what we want. I want you,” she breathed sleepily. “I plan to have you. Now lay down next to me so I can sleep and dream about you, werewolf. Then in a little while you can fuck me like a human being, if your animal nature is all right with that.”

“It is,” Remus replied softly.

In fact, he was already hardening again from Isadora threatening and ordering him about. The wizard recovered very quickly. But the witch was tired, and he was sated enough that he didn’t need to take her again immediately, though he wanted her again. He could make love to her this time, even be gentle though he doubted she’d want that. Isadora was a tough witch with tough needs despite her apparent delicacy. Dominant. Strong. Sexy. And she wanted to continue with him.

“Lay down, Remus,” Isadora said evenly, patting the pillow beside hers.

Obediently, the wizard lay down beside her, his fingers playing in her ebony hair as she drifted off to sleep. Remus studied Isadora’s face, her dark, lush lashes resting against her cheeks. She looked like an angel, a beautiful pale angel sent just for him…an answer to an unspoken prayer he’d been praying his entire life and never even realized.

Maybe there were gods after all.

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A/N: Woo hoo. Yep…she’s Severus’ mum all right. Good thing Remus has the nature he does. Isadora seems like she could peck a mean hen. Lol. Ooh. Submissive sex god. Sounds good to me. Please review.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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