Body, Mind, and Soul

OMG, I actually did it. I wrote p0rn. *Gasp!*

Title: Body, Mind, and Soul
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Hermione
Kink(s): Light BDSM, d/s, heavy b/d, cross-generational het, light Master/slave relationship
Challenge: Originally for the Cookie Jar in response to a request from tie_me_up_remus for "Remus/Hermione. Slave/Master... Remus is the master... you get the Idea." I'm not sure how I did with the Slave/Master thing, I'm a wuss... But it fits in the "Yes, Master" challenge on pervy_werewolf too, so what the heck. X-posted there and to hp_kink.
Notes: Thanks to twilightsorcery and isiscolo for setting up the Cookie Jar, what a great idea! Part II is here.



Body, Mind, and Soul

She came to him one night at Grimmauld place, shortly after she'd arrived. It was no longer safe for her to spend anything but the smallest part of her summers with her parents now that Voldemort was very publicly back, not even as long as the short weeks she'd been there last year following the battle in the Department of Mysteries. She'd only been home long enough to assure her parents she was still alive before coming to the ancient Black residence.

Her knock woke him just as he was drifting off to sleep. He threw back the covers to answer the door, but it was already opening and closing behind her, so quiet no one else could possibly hear.

"Silencio." Her voice whispered into the darkness and he stiffened, his night-vision temporarily ruined by the light she'd let in from the hall. His hand crept towards his wand on the bedside table and he cursed himself for not retrieving it immediately.

"Hermione, what..." he asked, but then she was moving forward and dropping to her knees, the flesh making a thumping noise as it hit the floor. Her thick hair formed a dark halo around her face as she looked up at him, a glow from the waxing moon reflecting dimly in her eyes. His fingers closed around the wand's cool length and he brought it to bear on her - though he doubted he could use it.

"Please, Professor," she said, her eyes bright in the darkness and fixed on his silhouette. "Help me." Her plea sent ripples of dismay through him and he lowered his wand.

"I am no longer your professor, Hermione," he said. This was a good thing, he felt, because the way his body was responding to the sight of her on her knees would be entirely inappropriate if he were. "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting on the floor in front of her and touching her shoulder lightly when she seemed to struggle to form words. "Please tell me." She was beautiful, he recognized, even as he reminded himself how much younger she was.

"I'm tired of taking care of everyone else, Sir." She sounded near tears. "I watch out for Harry, and Ron, and I watch out for the whole of Gryffindor, but it's..." she stopped, as though embarrassed to admit it. "It's too much, and I can't go on without..." She looked at him, biting her lower lip nervously.

"Without what, Hermione?"

"Please hear me out," she begged, catching and holding his eyes, but her gaze was a bit unfocused, as if she couldn't quite find them because she wasn't used to the dark yet. "I don't know if I can say this otherwise..." He reached for her hand and gave it a light squeeze, encouraging her silently. She drew a deep, shuddering breath. "I need to belong to someone, Sir, and I want that someone to be you." His mind was protesting that as a werewolf he couldn't legally adopt, but he waited for her to finish. "You have owned my mind and my soul since third year; now I want you to own my body as well." He froze in shock as her words sank in, his brain setting up a clamor in his skull. She couldn't... she couldn't possibly mean... he searched her face. She did mean.

"Hermione..." She shook her head.

"I'm of age, Sir. I'm plenty old enough to decide what I want, and I want you."

He bowed his head in defeat. Later as he released her from the restraints she'd coaxed him into using, he was very grateful for the silencing spell. The next night he was not alarmed when she entered his rooms and cast it once more, lighting the lamp with a quick "Lumos." He sat up and greeted her with a tentative kiss, unsure still when she approached the ancient four-poster, and she returned it with a fervor that would have taken him aback last night but he was now learning to treasure. She sat back on her heels when he broke it off, whispering, "Tell me what you want, Sir."

The soft words caused his cock to jump in response and he directed her to a box of transfigured items under the bed. Her eyes widened in delight when he lifted the lid, revealing its contents. "Undress, Hermione," he ordered, the mandate feeling strange but oddly natural in his throat. He shucked off his own threadbare nightshirt as she obeyed, then threw their clothes onto a chair by the window.

Drawing her to him, he kissed her gently, reveling in the feel of her smooth skin on his own, her heavy silken breasts against his chest and the way she knelt over his bent knee, clutching it between her thighs. His fingers burrowed into her wealth of hair and he caressed her scalp, murmuring endearments all the while. She shifted and her knee pressed against his erection, her slick entrance leaving tracks on his thigh as she rubbed over it.

He moaned and pulled her into a fierce embrace, bending his head to sink his teeth into her neck and feeling her gasp against him, the inhalation pressing her chest into his. He sucked until the blood rose to the surface and laved the mark with his tongue, savoring the taste of her.

She clutched at him, whimpering. "Please, Master."

He raised his head and smoothed her hair back from her face. "Lie down, Hermione."

Her eyes watched him and the box hopefully as she followed his bidding, settling against his worn pillow and craning her neck to look up at him. Her eyes lit up when he reached into its depths and withdrew lengths of chain attached to circles of iron. The metal was cold and fitted her small wrists perfectly, rattling as he raised them over her head and attached the chain to a spelled hook in the wall, sliding gentle hands lightly down her arms to retrieve his wand. He charmed the slack away with a muttered word and pulled a hollow metal bar threaded with more chain from the box, manacles on either end. It was longer than its container, revealing an unforeseen depth to the cardboard. Hermione's eyes widened as he spread her legs and restrained them with the bar, bending her knees as he did so.

All this was unnecessary, of course, she'd given herself to him wholeheartedly, but she'd asked it of him last night, stating her preferences in calm tones which made him fight to keep the shock from his face.

He was getting used to the idea, the sight of her body opened to him and the look on her face was quickly driving him to distraction, and he finished the last steps with shaking hands. His prick was weeping copiously by the time he was done and she bucked her hips at the sight. Crawling up the bed, he ran his hands up her body, pulling his thumbs up first between her legs and through the hair over her thighs but below her hips, running over her ribs and smoothing his palms over her nipples, moving back to tease them to full hardness with his fingers, catching them between his index and middle, up over her collarbone and rubbing over the sides of her neck and at the soft flesh under her jaw, trailing her juices over her body.

She swallowed convulsively and he placed his knees on either side of her, the angles pressed into the hollows of her stretched arms as his cock nudged against her parted lips. She took him willingly, the slick warmth of her mouth echoing the heat below, into which he reached back and pressed one calloused finger. She moaned against him, her arms pulling against the restraints and he gazed down at her in wonder, watching as her eyes rolled, then fluttered closed in concentration. He probed further, his other fingers working around the first and she cried out, the sound muffled by his cock in her mouth. She was trembling by the time he removed them and buried them in her hair, leaning forward and fucking her throat with abandon, the sounds she made vibrating around him.

All too soon he felt his balls tighten and pulled out, growling, only to move down her body and sheath himself in one thrust between her legs. She screamed at the rough penetration, arching off the bed and falling back, panting in short gasps. He found her eyes, worried that he may have gone too far, but she answered his unspoken question with a small shake of her head and a quick darting glance to the box sitting beside them. He swallowed. More?

She nodded, moaning as he began to rock against her. He reached for the box, wondering if he had enough blood left in his brain to use the object before he spilled himself inside her. He managed it, barely, winding the soft cloth around her head and between her teeth, drawing it tight and hastily tying the knot above her jaw and below her ear, causing her to wince at its pull.

He was ready to burst by the time he finished and began to pound into her in earnest, their flesh sliding together in delightful rhythm. The pressure building in him was abruptly released when Hermione tensed and convulsed around him, her cries muffled and her muscles clenching, triggering his own climax in shuddering waves.

His limbs feeling like soft rubber, he pulled out of her gently and rolled to the side lest he crush her, reaching for his wand as he did so. A softly spoken spell, the charmed restraints fell away and he picked at the knot on the gag, drawing her to him and kissing her swollen lips when it was off. The kiss was slow and leisurely this time, in contrast to the one that had started the evening, and she settled her head on his thin chest, sighing contentedly when he carded his fingers through her streaked and sweat-soaked hair.

"Nox. You will come tomorrow night?" Despite his tone, it was not a question, and she nodded before falling into sleep.