Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Exotic ❯ Chapter 03 ( Chapter 3 )

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Exotic

Chapter 03

With an angry snarl the furious Animagus launched himself at the mocking blonde taunting him with his arrogant smirk. Oh how he loathed to be owned by a Malfoy, by the right hand of the man who had killed so many dear to him. Even if Malfoy didn't know him, he knew his opponent very well.

 

Lucius gracefully avoided being hit by the enraged man, using the force of his attack to pin him to the next wall. There he whispered a small word to the collar adorning that delectable neck, rendering the wild one helpless. Heated blue eyes locked with his silver ones, and Lucius just knew that moment that they would keep their new pets for a very long time. It also seemed that Sev was very smitten with brunette lycanthrope in his lap, when his petting him like a puppy was any indication. Despite his dangerous nature the wolf seemed more soft and pliant than his companion, suiting Sev's preferences.

 

But Lucius himself preferred the fiery one. He had that untamed wildness in him that was so rare in pets. And both of them were very well built, fit from the harsh life in the wilderness. Lucius had just known that removing their clothes was a very good idea, and as he watched the only slightly tanned chest heaving with the harsh breaths of his pet, he had an inkling that they wouldn't wear clothes all that often.

 

Finally he gave into temptation and latched onto one enticing nipple, nipping and sucking it with fervour, delighted in the hitched moans that spilled from trembling lips. His hands could regretfully not join in the fun, being occupied with holding his pet's wrists next to his head. This would just not do.

 

Sirius felt the fire tingle in his loins. He couldn't help feeling turned on by this show of power and passion. He wasn't a frightened virgin after all. The man in front of him looked about his age, but his posture and confidence showed off experience he himself didn't posses. Sirius knew that he himself did appear quite some years younger than he really was. Sirius and Remus had noticed that living in the magical area that was their refugee not only seemed to hinder their aging, but also enhanced their health and overall appearance. Strangely enough, it also enhanced their sensitivity when it came to being touched. But the effect of being touched by this annoyingly dominant aristocratic bastard of a Malfoy was even more effective than Remus'.

 

He could feel the collar sending calming vibes through him, making him even more docile when Lucius lifted him and carried him over to the bed. He sighed involuntary at the cool silk touching his heated skin when he was laid on his back, and he barely heard another whispered command spilling from tempting lips.

 

And suddenly several things happened at once. Shackles wrapped around his wrists and ankles, spreading them apart when chains connected to the corners of the bed. And as soon as he was bound and spread open, the calming vibes stopped, and his fury returned. Thrashing violently, trying to free himself he tested his boundaries, only to find while they seemed to be designed not to hurt him, the shackles wouldn't budge.

 

A soft touch at his chest let his eyes snap at the smiling blonde, whose eyes now held a fire of their own. He shivered when softly spoken words reached his ears.

“Don't worry, fiery one. I do not intend to break you. You are far more delectable the way you are. I would just advise you to stop fighting and let go after some time. I intend to ravish you very throughout.”

And with that said he dived to the formerly neglected nipple, starting his journey through his captive's most sensitive places. Sirius snarled with fury, trying to fight the raising pleasure with anger. He tried to keep in mind just who this man was. To stay clear no matter what happened. It just wouldn't do for Malfoy to find out his true name, spilled in the throes of passion.

 

Suddenly he arched his back, drawing in his breath desperately. This man … was nipping … his inner thighs… With a deep groan he sunk back into bed, only to jerk upwards again when this outrageous touch was repeated. Again … and again …

 

His weakness in bed had been discovered all too quickly. Sirius himself never understood why, but while a simple stroke of his nipples sent Remus reeling with pleasure, he himself was nearly helpless when a fine specimen of a male touched him anywhere below the beltline. But worst of all were his soft inner thighs. Even a large, strong hand running upwards …

 

God damn it! Stupid, mind reading bastard! Yeah, that's right. Remember, he is a bastard, the Bastard.

 

He just couldn't let go off the anger, even when those skilled fingers continued to tease his tender opening. A scourging heat enveloping his pulsing cock. Oh, when had that happened again? His head was trashing, his limps trembling when the cocky bastard was massaging his prostate. Slowly and skilfully, driving him insane with want.

 

He felt the large body shift, hot breath teasing his ear and neck. He sluggishly turned his head, blue eyes looking with silver ones. The intensity of the other's gaze took his breath away. Lips brushing, like feathers. Cool and silky hair, tickling his overheated skin.

 

“What do you want?” he asked, voice rumbling deep in his chest. He wanted to hear the little nymph beg. Who would have thought what a simple touch at the right place could do to the fiery creature at his mercy. Judging from the mewling sounds behind him, Sev must've found his pet's weakness as well.

 

The animagus whimpered pleadingly, not yet ready to admit defeat and voice his desire out loud. Lucius smirked cruelly and quickly muttered a well practised spell, hindering his beautiful captive from coming. Blue eyes widened in horror, and the dark wizard chuckled cruelly before crashing his lips onto the other wizard's. When the stubborn little puppy still didn't grant him entrance, he made sure to torturously massage the pleasurable gland deep within him. A shocked gasp finally opened up the cavity he longed to explore.

 

Sirius thought he would die just this moment, either from lack of oxygen or from the enormous pleasure, with no outlet if the spell was not released. When the Bastard finally let him breath again, he knew with frightening clarity that there was only one thing he could do.

 

“Please!” The voice was breathy and oh so nicely pleading. Lucius grinned with triumph. After giving those delectable lips one last lick, he settled where he belonged, between those delightfully sensitive thighs. Throwing strong yet pale legs over his shoulders, folding the slighter wizard nearly in half, he whispered a quick lubrication spell and entered the tight heat until he was embedded to the hilt.

 

Sirius trembled with delight. He tried to remind himself how wrong it was, how he was forced to do this. But the hot flesh within him was undeniable, felt unbelievably right. It was like his blood was on fire; his hips were melting with heat. All he could do was hold on and ride the storm, otherwise he feared for his sanity.

 

Silver and blue eyes locked, never letting go off each other while a slow yet hard rhythm was established. The heat rose, the pleasure increased until Sirius couldn't quiet his cries of rapture any longer. After another mind numbing kiss, Lucius released the spell keeping his little puppy from fully becoming his. And with a deep groan joining his captives shocked cry he came hard, deep into what was now his. Owned and claimed.

 

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Meanwhile Severus had started some explorations of his own. As soon as he saw the brunette he had taken a liking to his calm introverted behaviour, unlike the spiteful fiery temperamental animagus. Knowing what dangerous creature lurked behind those soft brown eyes fuelled his fire even more.

 

Making sure that the collar was providing a healthy dose of calming vibes, the little wolf was putty in his hands. He chose a more than comfortable seat close to the bed where the main show was taking place. It was quite arousing to see how Lucius handled the dark hared slave masterfully. Especially while having a naked little lycanthrope on your own lap, writing with abandon after a little stimulation on his nipples and a mouth sucking on his neck.

 

Remus couldn't understand what was happening to him. He tried to fight it, but he just couldn't muster the energy to fight. And that man, who smelled too wonderfully of herbs, smoke and potions, knew just how much pressure was necessary on his sensitive nipples. Long nimble fingers, used to precise work were working on him with leisure and precision. He watched Sirius surrender. Maybe, it wasn't that bad if he…

 

He jerked and moaned out load when his neck was tweaked carefully. He found himself humping the leg he straddled, revelling in the heat on his back, the dark wizard at whose mercy he found himself. He could feel his inner wolf howling with pleasure. He could feel the satisfaction of the beast, finally being claimed like he longed for.

 

Remus knew that this was what had made him more and more restless these last months in freedom. He had felt the subtle changes going on with him and his pack. The wolf could sense the magic singing in the mountains they lived in, changing their inhabitants in ways they couldn't imagine. And they had been ready for something they couldn't define. Sirius and Remus tried to seek with each other, but it had been only a momentary satisfaction.

 

He could feel the warm tingling feeling enveloping his body, making him complacent and sensitive for his mate. Oh, yes he knew, he knew all too well that these trice damned collars were helping their captors a great deal with turning them docile and willing. But he felt too good to care at the moment.

 

Severus moaned out load when the lycanthrope started to sensuously squirm on his lap, head thrown back in rapture, offering his throat to him. He let his hands wander on all that delectable flesh, stroking, making him shudder with delight. He was immensely pleased when the lycanthrope pressed his back against him, the tight little bum wriggling in his lap, begging silently for more.

 

Now he started to massage and tease those nipples earnestly, driving the wolfman into a heated frenzy, deliberately ignoring his straining need. He captured his pet's mouth with his own, and made sure he understood exactly who was in charge here. The wolf moaned desperately, even more turned on by the noises on the bed next to him.

 

With a sudden startling motion Remus found himself on his knees in the chair, holding on for dear life on its back, while the potions master occupied himself with the bum that had been teasing him these past moments. Remus felt strong hands spreading his cheeks apart, and his eyes widened enormously when he felt something warm and wet stabbing his most secret place.

 

His hole body went on fire, his heart beat loudly in his chest, and he desperately wailed for more, unable to voice a word. He whined when he felt the wonderfully wicked tongue retreat, only to be replaced by slimy yet nimble fingers, stretching him even more. Bucking his hips backwards he slumped onto his hand, feeling weakened by these enormous feelings. He would have never expected something like that.

 

Finally he felt something blunt and hot at his entrance, and with a single movement he was pierced onto the enormous flesh of his captor. He felt the heat of the man on his back, the wonderful hands all over his body, especially on his nipples, and all he could do was meeting the powerful thrust and feeling the heat turning his belly into liquid. When a hot mouth fastened onto his tender neck in a savage lovebite, he lost all control and convulsed around the hot staff within him. Moments later his captor groaned out loud, and Remus felt himself being filled with heat. After that darkness overwhelmed him and he knew no more.