Bride of the Wolf

 

 

“You don’t have to go.” Narcissa lay there on the bed, her body twisted among satin sheets that only covered her stomach and her sex.

“Won’t he be home soon?” He asked, somewhat bitter that there was a “he,” someone other than himself. Bitter that he knew he would never be the only one for her, no matter how hard he tried or how much he loved her. He pulled on his pants and tried to forget what they just did. What they always did.

She rolled over. The sheets, still stained with their sweat, traveled further down her torso and revealed a tiny bud of golden pubic hair. Remus looked at her and felt desire swelling within himself again. She cocked her head to the side, surveying him. “That’s what I used to think, but now I know better. He won’t be home tonight.”

He sat on the bed to put on his shoes. “He’s not the only reason why I can’t stay.”

She sat up, reached out her hand, and stroked his back. “Remus, I…”

“Don’t,” he said and pushed her hand away. “There is nothing you can say that can…”

“I know, and it’s alright. Won’t you please stay the night with me?” She crawled toward him, letting the sheet slip entirely off her body. She nuzzled her head against his shoulder and let it slide down his chest until it rested in his lap and laid herself down beside him. “I’m frightened.”

“Frightened of what?” he asked and fought every urge to place his hands back on her firm, golden body. The body that should, by all rights, belong to him. Instead he laughed sarcastically to himself. “If I stay much longer, then you’ll really be frightened.”

“Don’t say that,” she said, eyes like blue steel staring up at him. “I told you, it’s alright. Don’t…”

“Narcissa, please,” he said as he stood up, letting her head flop down to the bed. He put on his coat. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Fine.” She sat up and covered her body with her arms. She looked away from him, eyes scanning her bedroom filled with the fine things that her husband had provided for her. Fine things that she thought she loved but now only served to remind her of her prison-like marriage. “You know the way out.”

“Don’t be angry with me,” he pleaded, kneeling before her, burring his head in her knees. He wanted to stay there forever, to drown himself in her sweet perfume. But it was almost time.

She jerked her legs away. “Who are you to tell me what to feel?”

“Please,” he said, running his rough hands up and down her smooth and perfect legs. “I have to.”

“Why?” she asked, her eyes shone with tears that would soon be flowing down her porcelain-like face.

“I don’t want you to see me…to see me like that,” Remus somehow managed to say. Seeing Narcissa about to cry had choked him up as well. He knew he had to leave before it was too late. Before she really did cry and before…

“Remus,” she said, and she stroked his hair with her delicate fingers. “You don’t have to go.” She said the words slowly. She wanted him to know that she really meant them, really wanted him to stay. Everything that his staying might lead to, she wanted that too.

“But what if…”

She silenced his question by placing a finger on his lips. “Shh. I want it.”

“No,” he said softly, disbelieving.

“I do,” she said, letting the tears flow freely now.

“No,” he said more firmly. “I won’t.”

She kissed him. She leaned down and placed her lips on his, encompassing them, shutting them up, licking the inside of his mouth as if there was something in there that she wanted, something that she needed. She refused to take “no” for an answer. Her whole life, whatever she wanted, she got. This would be no different. “I want to share it with you,” she breathed as she pulled her mouth away. “I want to share my life with you.”

“What about Lucius?”

“What about Lucius?” she echoed.

“Would you leave him for me?” He asked her that same question every time they made love, and every time it was the same answer. But Remus was a slow learner. He wanted to believe there was a place for him somewhere in the world.

“If I get what I want, I’ll give you what you want,” she said, answering his question in a riddle. He knew the answer. He knew there was no way Lucius would accept her if…

It was so simple that Remus wondered why he didn’t think of it before. The only way she could leave her perfect life is if she couldn’t stay in it anymore. And this was the answer. A Punishment and a gift. A curse and a blessing. He would have the one he wanted, but she would be doomed with him. Freedom and chains. Is that what she wanted? “Are you…are you sure?”

She brushed a tear away with one hand. She nodded in silence.

“Then why are you crying?”

Narcissa allowed herself to smile. She had the most beautiful smile Remus had ever seen. He knew it the first moment he saw her on the train to Hogwarts. He continued to know it as she walked down the halls, arm in arm with Lucius. He knew it just then, too. She sat on the bed, naked and crying. Beautiful and sorrowful. Even that day on the train he knew that he would never love anyone else the way he loved her.

“I told you. I’m a little bit frightened.”

“I won’t think any less of you if you say no.”

Her eyes grew strength. They became more steel than blue. They shone now with resolve not tears. “I don’t want to say no.”

There was nothing left for Remus to do but, joyfully, accept.

He took off his shoes slowly, worrying constantly that she would change her mind. He wasn’t daring to hope. Was it really happening? Or was it all a dream? Would he wake up, chained to an anonymous hotel bed as he always did on mornings after these nights? Or had he really found a companion?

Narcissa helped him with his shirt. She unbuttoned it quickly, exposing his chest. Smooth and perfect. White as snow. She brought her mouth to his left nipple. She sucked on it as if this is where the poison would come from. Like a baby who wanted strength and nourishment from its mother, she wanted the venom of the bite. But the tit was milk-less. Remus lifted her head, working his hands though her silver hair. “I love you, Narcissa,” he said as he flung his head to her breast. “Please, don’t make me do this.”

“I love you too, Remus,” she said gently. “That’s why you have to.” She placed her lips back on Remus’ and felt him surrender to the kiss. Kissing the one he loved was letting his mind float away. He didn’t have to think about anything, just do. His tongue mirrored Narcissa’s, and it was heaven. She tasted of honey and cinnamon.

She wanted everything about him. She wanted to plunge deep into the cavern of his throat. She wanted to know him completely and knew that this was the only way it was possible. But he stopped the kiss. He pulled away. “Why did you stop?”

“It’s happening.”

The full moon reached its apex in the sky. Remus howled out as if in pain. Indeed the transformations always did cause him pain. Pain that he would never wish upon his love, but she refused to be denied. His face lengthened into a snout. His arms grew into the twisted appearance of front legs. His hands and feet shrunk to paws. All of him grew hairy. He felt his spine shorten, and he fell onto all fours. He howled at the moon. Relief. It was over.

Narcissa curled herself up on the bed, more terrified than before. She had never seen it happen, nor had she ever wished to, but she was about to get closer a look than she had ever hoped. She cried in her horror, but never once regretted her decision.

The wolf that had once been the man she loved pounced onto the bed. He saw her and growled.

“Remus,” she said, and she held out her hand. But this was not Remus. This was an animal. It snapped at her hand. Automatically she pulled away, although she knew that was what she wanted. She closed her eyes and lay back on the bed.

It was no mere love bite. She had not thought being ravished would be so painful. She screamed despite herself. “This is good pain. This is good pain,” she said over and over, trying to convince herself it didn’t hurt half as much as it did. Remus howled and howled as if he too were being tortured.

And then, she felt the venom. It was a heat at the wounds of her neck, legs, and stomach. At first pleasant compared to the feeling of being ripped apart, it soon grew hotter and hotter until it was unbearable. She screamed again. Remus licked at wound on her neck like he knew how much pain they were causing her and was trying to kiss it all away.

The poison sealed shut the wounds and coursed through her body. She felt it hit her heart, her lungs, her brain, her stomach, her sex. It made her feel wonderful and terrible all at once. Dizziness, nausea, throbbing head, chest pain, and an orgasm. It was like overdosing on wormwood. Agony beyond agony, at the same time pleasure beyond pleasure.

She felt her body contort. She shut her eyes, not needing to watch the transformation she had just witnessed in Remus. If it was possible, she felt more pain than before. But at least now she had the thought to comfort her that they would soon be united.

When she opened her eyes next, she was a wolf. The same as her love. He stood next to her, watching her through yellow eyes. No one could separate them again.

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