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katekintail) wrote2010-05-10 01:05 am
katekintail) wrote2010-05-10 01:05 am
LMOM: Collared- Part 10
Title: Collared Part 10
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Vibrators
Pairing: Remus/OMC
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 1,125
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
After three days of almost nonstop sex, Remus was fairly sure his new owner was not a pureblood. The kitchen had been quite a visible clue, but there was also the matter of the battery-operated vibrators. Not many pureblood wizards understood about batteries… or vibrators, for that matter.
Not that Remus was complaining. There were worse people that he could have had as his owner. This one was sweet. This one was respectful. This one was tickling his nether regions with the tip of a bright blue phallus. Remus loved how gentle a touch Linus had. He actually felt genuinely aroused as the vibrator caressed his balls and cock. He had spent so much time pleasing others during the past few months it was nice to have someone take care of him for a change.
The vibrations made tingles shoot through from his crotch upward. It was warm, jittery excitement, like something wriggling in him, taking him over, wanting out. And when he looked over, he saw Linus biting his lip. “Do you like that, werewolf?”
Remus had just about forgotten what it was like to enjoy sex. And he couldn’t say “so good” to Linus, but he did smile and nod. He hoped that wasn’t the signal for Linus to stop. The last thing he wanted right now from his owner was teasing and games. He wanted his own orgasm… and he wanted Linus to bring it on.
Remus looked up at Linus, with those soft eyes and bright blond hair. He looked so innocent, so sweet.
Suddenly, Linus pulled the dildo back and Remus jerked at the hips, wildly thrusting upward at the sensation that was now gone. He grasped at the sheets beneath him, wanting it back, wanting to come. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine it back.
“How about another, then?” The man pulled out a smaller, finger vibrator and some lube. He slicked up the dildo, turned it on, and eased it up Remus’ arse. And with the smaller vibrator on, he stroked Remus’ cock again. Remus cried out, though no sound escaped him. He whimpered silently. All noise was gone, but his thrusts spoke for themselves. His body screamed for him, screamed out to Linus, screamed for release. Every wiggle, every thrust, every arch of his back, every toe curl—they all said desire.
And Linus seemed to love it. Little Linus. Young Linus. Newly un-virginized Linus. The man was getting off on controlling Remus. And Remus… didn’t mind one bit. Even if he had been in a position to say anything, the only thing he would have said was “more.”
The desire built and built, the fiery urge owning him. Remus closed his eyes and, a second later, he came. His cock throbbed with the release. The whole world spun around him as the vibrations magnified the sensation. It felt like the whole world was his again. It felt like he had a place once more.
*
Remus hadn’t fallen asleep, but it had taken a few long minutes to recover. Apparently, the same could be said for Linus. He looked over at his owner, conked out on the bed beside him. Remus wasn’t sure what to do. He thought perhaps he should said for Linus to wake up. But then he caught a whiff of himself and looked down to see the mess of lube and come drying on his skin.
Remus hauled himself out of bed to go find a shower. They’d had sex in a new room this time—a guest bedroom, from the look of it. The mansion had so many different rooms and the hallway was just door after door. Remus tried one to find a linen closet, where he picked up a towel. He tried another to find a game room. The third one he tried turned out to be an enormous room. Thinking there must be a bathroom attached to such a large bedroom, he ventured in.
The room was elegant, classy. But it still had that lived-in, warm feeling. The bed looked so soft with a feather comforter and a whole sea of comfy pillows. Just as Remus was wondering why they had never had sex there before, he noticed a photo on the nightstand.
It was of a beautiful woman. In the photo, she stood there, laughing and waving at the camera. Remus turned, as if expecting to see her somewhere in the room. He did. Or at least, he saw another sign of her. There was a photo on the dresser on the far wall of the room, picturing the woman with a little boy, mud smeared across his face, running circles around her. Next to that was a photo of Linus holding two young children—both blond and adorable—on his lap. And then, the last photo on the dresser, showed Linus and the woman together. He was in fine dress robes and she wore a white, lace wedding dress. There was no mistaking it: it was a wedding photo.
So Linus had been married. Moreover, Linus had had a family. What had happened to them? Remus still hadn’t figured out the house, and there were probably hundreds of rooms he hadn’t yet seen, but he was pretty sure that this woman and these two children weren’t hiding out in the house somewhere. Had they left? Or had they died? The war; it was probably the war. So many families had been broken by it. And Linus had probably lost his family in it just as Remus had lost his pack.
Remus picked up the wedding photo of Linus and the woman, tears filling his eyes. Linus looked so happy in the photo, just as happy as he’d looked the first time Remus had made him come.
A surprised gasp came from the direction of the door and Remus swung around to see Linus there. Remus had been prepared to somehow convey his sympathies. He had planned on embracing Linus and holding him tight in empathy. But once he saw the expression on Linus’ face, Remus knew that would be a mistake.
“I wish you hadn’t seen that.” Linus stormed across the room and grabbed the photo from Remus. “They’re not getting back into town until tonight. I thought we’d have a few more love-making sessions before that.” He sighed and set the photo back down on the dresser, angling it carefully so it was just as it had been. “You’d better take a shower before I take you back to the Market. I’ll get a better trade-in price for you if you’re clean.” He put his hand on Remus’ back and pushed him toward the master bathroom Remus had been looking for in the first place.
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Vibrators
Pairing: Remus/OMC
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 1,125
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
After three days of almost nonstop sex, Remus was fairly sure his new owner was not a pureblood. The kitchen had been quite a visible clue, but there was also the matter of the battery-operated vibrators. Not many pureblood wizards understood about batteries… or vibrators, for that matter.
Not that Remus was complaining. There were worse people that he could have had as his owner. This one was sweet. This one was respectful. This one was tickling his nether regions with the tip of a bright blue phallus. Remus loved how gentle a touch Linus had. He actually felt genuinely aroused as the vibrator caressed his balls and cock. He had spent so much time pleasing others during the past few months it was nice to have someone take care of him for a change.
The vibrations made tingles shoot through from his crotch upward. It was warm, jittery excitement, like something wriggling in him, taking him over, wanting out. And when he looked over, he saw Linus biting his lip. “Do you like that, werewolf?”
Remus had just about forgotten what it was like to enjoy sex. And he couldn’t say “so good” to Linus, but he did smile and nod. He hoped that wasn’t the signal for Linus to stop. The last thing he wanted right now from his owner was teasing and games. He wanted his own orgasm… and he wanted Linus to bring it on.
Remus looked up at Linus, with those soft eyes and bright blond hair. He looked so innocent, so sweet.
Suddenly, Linus pulled the dildo back and Remus jerked at the hips, wildly thrusting upward at the sensation that was now gone. He grasped at the sheets beneath him, wanting it back, wanting to come. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine it back.
“How about another, then?” The man pulled out a smaller, finger vibrator and some lube. He slicked up the dildo, turned it on, and eased it up Remus’ arse. And with the smaller vibrator on, he stroked Remus’ cock again. Remus cried out, though no sound escaped him. He whimpered silently. All noise was gone, but his thrusts spoke for themselves. His body screamed for him, screamed out to Linus, screamed for release. Every wiggle, every thrust, every arch of his back, every toe curl—they all said desire.
And Linus seemed to love it. Little Linus. Young Linus. Newly un-virginized Linus. The man was getting off on controlling Remus. And Remus… didn’t mind one bit. Even if he had been in a position to say anything, the only thing he would have said was “more.”
The desire built and built, the fiery urge owning him. Remus closed his eyes and, a second later, he came. His cock throbbed with the release. The whole world spun around him as the vibrations magnified the sensation. It felt like the whole world was his again. It felt like he had a place once more.
Remus hadn’t fallen asleep, but it had taken a few long minutes to recover. Apparently, the same could be said for Linus. He looked over at his owner, conked out on the bed beside him. Remus wasn’t sure what to do. He thought perhaps he should said for Linus to wake up. But then he caught a whiff of himself and looked down to see the mess of lube and come drying on his skin.
Remus hauled himself out of bed to go find a shower. They’d had sex in a new room this time—a guest bedroom, from the look of it. The mansion had so many different rooms and the hallway was just door after door. Remus tried one to find a linen closet, where he picked up a towel. He tried another to find a game room. The third one he tried turned out to be an enormous room. Thinking there must be a bathroom attached to such a large bedroom, he ventured in.
The room was elegant, classy. But it still had that lived-in, warm feeling. The bed looked so soft with a feather comforter and a whole sea of comfy pillows. Just as Remus was wondering why they had never had sex there before, he noticed a photo on the nightstand.
It was of a beautiful woman. In the photo, she stood there, laughing and waving at the camera. Remus turned, as if expecting to see her somewhere in the room. He did. Or at least, he saw another sign of her. There was a photo on the dresser on the far wall of the room, picturing the woman with a little boy, mud smeared across his face, running circles around her. Next to that was a photo of Linus holding two young children—both blond and adorable—on his lap. And then, the last photo on the dresser, showed Linus and the woman together. He was in fine dress robes and she wore a white, lace wedding dress. There was no mistaking it: it was a wedding photo.
So Linus had been married. Moreover, Linus had had a family. What had happened to them? Remus still hadn’t figured out the house, and there were probably hundreds of rooms he hadn’t yet seen, but he was pretty sure that this woman and these two children weren’t hiding out in the house somewhere. Had they left? Or had they died? The war; it was probably the war. So many families had been broken by it. And Linus had probably lost his family in it just as Remus had lost his pack.
Remus picked up the wedding photo of Linus and the woman, tears filling his eyes. Linus looked so happy in the photo, just as happy as he’d looked the first time Remus had made him come.
A surprised gasp came from the direction of the door and Remus swung around to see Linus there. Remus had been prepared to somehow convey his sympathies. He had planned on embracing Linus and holding him tight in empathy. But once he saw the expression on Linus’ face, Remus knew that would be a mistake.
“I wish you hadn’t seen that.” Linus stormed across the room and grabbed the photo from Remus. “They’re not getting back into town until tonight. I thought we’d have a few more love-making sessions before that.” He sighed and set the photo back down on the dresser, angling it carefully so it was just as it had been. “You’d better take a shower before I take you back to the Market. I’ll get a better trade-in price for you if you’re clean.” He put his hand on Remus’ back and pushed him toward the master bathroom Remus had been looking for in the first place.