Summary:
Hired as a new DADA professor, a more confident Remus Lupin has big plans for the school and all the lovely ladies studying or teaching there. The women of Hogwarts have no idea what is waiting them in the future.
Tags: Student/Teacher, Dom/Sub, Threesome/Moresome, Anal, Oral, Age Difference, Aged up characters, genderbent
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"Expecto Patronum!"
Cold and despair flee as a blindingly white wolf pounces at the dementor. The dark creature all but trips as it tries to evade the wolf and soon Rose can breathe freely. For a moment there, Rose thinks she can hear her mother's voice, but that...that's impossible, right?
The tips of her ears redden as Rose thinks of the pleasured moans she had heard. What could have possibly made her mother so...so wantonly?
"Miss, are you alright?" Something tingled at the rich baritone of her saviour's voice. "Here, chocolate will help."
Rose all but collapsed back into her seat and, ignoring the worried looks from Ginny and Hermione, stared at the man.
He was a handsome man. Tall and rugged, the stranger was probably the most fit man Rose had ever seen. From his corded muscles to the wild, confident look in his eyes, Rose imagined he didn't need magic to fight off the dark creature.
Eighteen year old witch-in-training felt heat pool between her thighs. Rose swallowed, hoping the man didn't notice her arousal.
"Thank you." Rose snatched the offered chocolate bar and blushed when her reply came as a squeak.
"What was it?" Hermione demanded an answer, even as Ginny went out to see what was happening in other departments.
The stranger, Remus Lupin, looked away from Rose, who felt both relieved and disappointed to no longer be an object of the man's attention, and smiled at Hermione. Rose's best friend flushed a little.
"This was a Dementor. Thoroughly unpleasant creature as you have surely felt. It feeds on a person's happiness and bright memories. It's...strange to see one so far away from Azkaban."
Finally no longer quite so rattled, Rose found it in her to speak.
"Why? What would they be doing there?"
Azkaban was the sole prison of the British Wizarding community and save for Hagrid's visit there last year, Rose knew next to nothing about it.
"What else, but stand guard and feed off the inmates." Remus shrugged. "I imagine they also act as a deterrent for would-be lawbreakers."
Hermione frowned.
"This is barbaric." She said, appalled. "The condition there must be…"
"Hell." Remus nodded. "Cold, damp and more miserable than Filch where only Dementors and the worst of the worst of Britain kept."
Ginny slammed the cabin's door behind herself and plopped her shapely ass next Rose.
"It's bloody mental." She huffed. "Apparently the Ministry placed these monsters all around Hogwarts."
"Ah. That explains it." Remus nodded and leaned back into his seat.
"But why would they have a prison guard next to a school?" Rose asked.
"Why else?" Remus nodded at the newspaper lying in Hermione's lap. "I imagine Fudge is desperate to catch Astra Black after her rather surprising escape from Azkaban."
He stared thoughtfully at Rose for a moment and she found herself squirming from the look in his eyes. The young witch breathed again when Remus moved his gaze.
"Well, no matter." Hermione said. "If Dumbledore allowed it, then it must mean Dementors will prove themselves useful in the coming year."
Remus scoffed quietly, but said nothing. Rose didn't want to be mean to Hermione - she was one of her best friends for a reason. However at times, she also found her blind faith in Dumbledore a touch naive. Rose said nothing, not wanting to restart an old argument.
Ginny had no such compunctions.
"And in the meantime we will just have to feel them sucking joy out of us on our way to and from Hogsmid." She said, indignant. "I actually planned to enjoy it this year."
Hermione opened her mouth to reprimand the redhead, but Remus put his hand on her thigh, much to Rose's jealousy, and smiled at the trio.
"Don't worry girls." Remus leaned in and lowered his voice as if he was about to tell them a grand secret. "I will be your professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for this year. You can be certain, everything will be alright."
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Ah, Hogwarts.
It had been ages since Remus had felt joy from anything other than moonlit hunts and women, but now that he was back in his Alma Mater, Remus felt a strong wave of nostalgia hit him.
Big Lake, Filch and Peeves and disapproving McGonnagal staring down at him…. It was as if he was back in his school days. Some of the best days of his life.
Remus' smile turned pensive as he looked at Rose Potter from where he was sitting at the Professor's table. She looked so much like her father: messy raven hair and lean, seeker's build clearly came from his dear departed friend James.
But her best features, Remus' smile gained a perverted edge, those surely came from Lily.
It had been tricky, back at the train, hiding his erection from a trio of so delectable women. As tempting as it had been, to just take them and let them show their gratitude to their new professor.
They would have been willing. Remus had a sharp nose even in his human form and he smelt their arousal.
But no. Rose Potter was no village wench to be taken and ravaged on a pile of hay. The daughter of his two best friends deserved better. Remus felt his hard cock scrape pleasurably against the fabric of his pants.
The Girl-Who-Lived...She was going to be his final prey in Hogwarts. He wouldn't rush his approach, wouldn't take that little tasty bitch until she was all but begging him to take and ruin her.
Remus smiled, imagining Rose Potter looking around and knowing that all of her female friends and schoolmates were walking around with his cum dripping from their well-fucked holes.Yes, dear Sweet Rose would be a pinnacle of his Hogwarts Hunt.
Alas, before Remus could feel a snug, barely legal pussy wrapped around his cock, he had Headmistress McGonnagal's boring welcoming speech to sit through.
At least she's nice to look at, Remus thought as he admired his boss' shapely form.
Truly, magic was a wonder. Despite attending Hogwarts during the Blitz, Minerva still looked like a woman in her prime. Deep red hair, only slightly tinged with grey, was tied back into a professional bun. Her face was free of wrinkles, with cherry red lips and high cheekbones.
Remus looked lower, where sadly loose robes concealed an ass and legs to die for. Many of his prized memories starred these legs high in the air or wrapped around his body. Remus was sure he would make some new ones soon.
Caught in reminiscing and admiring McGonnagal's body, Remus almost missed it when Minerva called out his name.
"And this will be our new Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, please welcome - Remus Lupin!"
Wild applause erupted from all four tables, though noticeably mostly from the female half of the student population. That was nothing new to Remus.
It was no secret among the werewolf population why the patriarchal Wizengamot - the ruling body of the magical Britain passed bill after bill against the werewolves. The mediocre men that made it up couldn't stand the idea of their wives and daughters eagerly spreading their legs and parting their thighs for hung werewolf men.
Remus knew well, both from experience and stories bandied about around campfires that all Noble Families had their fair shares of collars in their closets. The noblemen couldn't prevent their women from thirsting for knotted cocks so they tried to force werewolves out of society.
Remus' smile turned predatory as he looked up and down the Slytherin table. Despite the nobilities best attempts to incest away their beauty, there were still plenty of gorgeous heiresses.
Their interest was apparent, despite trying to conceal it behind icy masks. It was certainly going to be fun to validate their fathers' fears.
The rest of the Welcoming Feast passed by without incident, with the only source of amusement being the gazes of his students. Wary and hostile from most men and appreciative from females and some males. Remus had already marked out in his memory some of the more eager women. He was going to have quite literally his hands full with horny, bosom witches.
Soon, the Great Hall was empty of students and most teachers had already departed to prepare for a day full of students, textbooks and headache. It was an odd feeling - sympathy for the teacher, but soon he found a pleasurable distraction.
Say what you will about tomorrow, Remus thought as he rose from the table, but tonight I'll have me a Scottish treat.
Minerva slammed her old students against the wall of her quarters. He was as he had always been, irresistible beyond belief. She knew it was unprofessional, that hiring this scoundrel would lead to nothing but trouble.
And yet she couldn't help herself. Minerva needed this wolf's cock in her quim and she needed it yesterday.
Remus growled, sending shivers of anticipation down Minerva's spine. This, this was what Minerva was waiting for. Her old student's shot forward, grabbed the headmistress by her arm and drew her into his embrace.
Minerva McGonagall flushed as she breathed in the werewolf's scent. It was an arousing smell of wild berries and pine mixed in with the man's musk. The scottish beauty opened her mouth to say? To moan? She did not know.
Instead, Remus claimed her lips with a hungry kiss. Minerva moaned into her old student's mouth, feeling her pussy weep with arousal. She pressed her body deeper into the man's embrace, letting him feel her perky breasts and stiff like diamonds nipples.
Remus explored her mouth, plundering it and dominating it after an all too brief battle of wills. Minerva felt him grab and squeeze her firm buttocks, another lurched to grab her by her hair.
Soon, Remus broke their liplock, kissing her neck instead. Minerva moaned, hoping that hastily raised silencing ward would contain the sounds of their impending fucking. It didn't matter. Not really. At this point Minerva didn't think she could have stopped even if she had the whole of Hogwarts as an audience.
"Well, let's see if your body lost any appeal."
For a moment, Minerva was tempted to slap the man, but his cocky smile made her weak in the knees. Before she could so much as protest, Remus roughly ripped her robe away, revealing the crimson lingerie beneath.
Minerva blushes when she sees Remus' raised eyebrow.
"I- I wanted to wear something nice for our reunion." Minerva looks away like some bashful schoolgirl.
"You shouldn't have." Remus smirked and waved his wand, vanishing her bra and panties. "I like my women bare."
Any disappointment she might have felt vanished when Remus dropped his pants and freed his cock.
Oh how she had missed it. Thick and long, it was the largest Minerva had ever seen. Rock hard, werewolf's cock strained against its own skin as it twitched in the air. There were already beads of precum on its tip and the headmistress couldn't help but lick her lips.
Minerva dropped on her knees, her eyes fixated on the man's dick. She needed it NOW.
Remus smirked as the ravenous headmistress attacked his cock. His old teacher inhaled the head of his cock and immediately got to sucking and licking, worshipping Remus' cock.
The werewolf gripped Minerva by her head and, with all the speed and inevitability of a glacier, started impaling her onto his cock. Minerva choked and spattered, after years of little practice, his cock was bigger than what she could have comfortably taken down her gullet.
Lucky for both of them, Minerva was a student eager for revision.
Remus' thrusting grew wilder now, more forceful. The Scottish woman's throat felt divine, her inexperienced tongue licking the underside of his cock, and her tight spasming throat all added to the pleasure. He had to keep his wits about him if he didn't wish to blow his load too soon.
Minerva clutched the fabric of Remus' robes, as she stared up at him, her blue eyes meeting his amber ones. The werewolf almost lost it right then and there from the beautiful sight before him.
There was a sense of primal satisfaction from having a normally prim and proper choking on his cock, her throat bulging from the strain of holding his fat dick.
Remus grinned and thrust until he felt the headmistress' nose press into his pubic hair. Her throat spasmed wildly, only adding to the man's pleasure. Minerva grabbed the fabric of his robes, but she didn't try to push him away. Her gaze turned pleading and thick with lust and desire.
"The little bitch wants to choke on it." Remus thought with glee. "It would be wrong to deny the lady what she wants."
He started thrusting then, slowly at first but quicker with every heartbeat. His balls, heavy with hot churning cum, slapped against Minerva's chin. Tears trickled from the corners of the woman's eyes, ruined mascara running to mix with spit and drip down on Minerva's heaving breasts.
Professor McGonnagal looked like a right and proper whore.
It was the most beautiful sight Remus had seen in a while.
Minerva moaned happily as her old student pushed his cock deeper into her throat. It was hard, with the werewolf's meat occupying most of the space in her mouth, but Minerva moved and wriggled her tongue. She couldn't believe how much she enjoyed the strange, musky taste of her old student's incredibly fat cock.
Her pussy dripped with arousal, adding to the pool already on the floor. Impossible heat suffused her body with desire and suddenly Minerva had too few hands.
She let go of his robes then, hurrying with one hand to maul at one of her full breasts, another Minerva pushed between her thighs to quickly plunge two fingers into her wet pussy.
Bolts of pleasure raced up her spine and Minerva quickened her fingers, fingerfucking her cunt, trying to match pace with Remus' thrusts.
It wasn't...enough.
Not strong enough, not hard enough…. Her fingers, Merlin, her whole fist wouldn't be enough to match her old student's magnificent manhood.
She ground her palm into her clit, trying to push herself over the edge to orgasm. But no matter how hard she tried it wasn't enough.
"Gluurgh, gluurgh, gluurgh." Minerva loved just how whorish she sounded.
She wished she had taken Remus to the Headmaster's office, to see and hear derision and disapproval of those that came before her.
Minerva's cunt clenched around her fingers at the thought.
Gods, he really is making me into a needy slut!
The idea shouldn't have pleased Minerva as much as it had, but she almost came when she imagined servicing Remus in the Great Hall. She could almost see all of Hogwarts watching her debasement, and could almost smell their arousal.
Where had all of her professionalism gone? Minerva wondered. All of the rules and regulations abandoned her so fast they left behind a vacuum that was rapidly replaced with lust and everburning need.
Minerva could do nothing but deep throat the new professor's cock, feeling its every vein and ridge and bump.
Morgana's dripping cunt, Minerva thought with a feverish intensity, I hope Remus will let me taste his cum!
So far she could only lap at precum that leaked out the dick's tip and it was enough to incite a burning hunger in her stomach and make her head spin from lust.
She didn't have to wait for long. Remus was just as eager to deposit his fat load into her stomach.
Minerva felt it before she tasted it.
The werewolf's balls tightened and an already fat cock got even larger as cum traveled through it. Suddenly Remus started pulling Minerva's head away, ignoring how her lips tightened on his shaft, desperate to keep him inside.
Remus rested his cockhead on Minerva's tongue and in a heartbeat he flooded her mouth and gullet with his hot thick cum.
There was so...much of it!
Minerva choked and some of the cum spilled on her chin and breasts and after Remus took his cock out, he shot a few strands across her face.
Like a complete gutter whore, Minerva extended her tongue to catch all of the cum she could. Once he was finished, headmistress rolled his cum on her tongue, showing off what a good little bitch she was, before promptly swallowing her reward.
Remus smiled a wolfish grin and slapped Minerva's shapely ass. The bitch obeyed without protest and assumed Remus' favourite position - her soiled face down and ass up.
He couldn't help himself. Remus spanked her again and again, each time a different angle, until it was red all over.
Minerva wriggled and shook her ass, moaning and begging.
"Please, Remus, don't hold it back. Give it to me!" Her juices trickled down her thighs and soaked into the bedsheets.
Remus scoffed and placed the tip of his dick to Minerva's opening. The headmistress groaned and pushed her hips trying to impale her cunt onto his dick. The man's tight grip stopped her from doing that.
"Is that how naughty little girls ask their betters?" He smirked as Minerva shuddered from lust and humiliation.
"Please, master, please! Mount this worthless slut and breed me!" Minerva moaned. "I promise I'll be a good girl. Obedient whore for all of your needs."
Before Minerva could finish with her needy begging, Remus pushed. His cock moved slowly inside despite the slickness of her cunt. Her pussy gripped the bulbous head of his cock tightly in a grip of velvet vice.
Embarrassed, Minerva pressed her face deeper into the bedding, hoping against all reason that it would muffle the whorish sounds she was making.
Finally she felt her old student's hips slam into hers. Minerva had never been so full. It should have been impossible and yet her cunt couldn't be lying - Remus had grown bigger since their last tryst.
Suddenly new DADA professor gripped her thighs, his strong fingers digging into the pale flesh of her flesh, and began to fuck her in truth. There was nothing gentle to their coupling - only animalistic rutting.
Minerva's eyes rolled behind as all pretense of thought or civility fled her mind, replaced by the submission to her master. Her ass was getting redder and redder as Remus fucked her. The only thing she could do now was tighten her cunt and trying with what little will she still had to milk Remus for his thick virile cum.
A wild thought flashed in her mind. A mental image rather than anything like words - a picture of herself visibly pregnant and with a pair of infants nursing on her breasts.
Her pussy clenched at the idea.
For an instant she wished to shout her desire for her powerful mate to hear, but before she could so much as moan Remus forced his thumb past the clenched muscles of her sphincter.
Minerva bit the sheets, caught between ecstasy and agony of having her ass penetrated. Even during Remus' time as a student he'd never taken her there!
It was dirty, impossibly debauched - Minerva loved the idea.
Somehow she was able to force the words through the haze of grunts and moans.
"Puh-Please, Master." She moaned. "Fuck my tight little ass, ruin it just like you ruined the rest of me!"
Headmistress grabbed her asscheeks and spread them wider in an invitation that needed no further words.
No encouragement required, Remus quickly acquiesced. Concentrating, he called for the power within him. It had taken many years and more practice than he cared to remember, but Remus managed to gain a sliver of control over his 'wild' side.
It was nothing truly impressive - he was still subject to the whims of the curse every Full Moon. But there was no denying it. Being able to access a tiny fragment of his werewolf strength and vitality in his human form came in handy quite often.
Remus felt his muscles bulge as his bulk increased ever so slightly. His nails darkened and hardened, now resembling the beast's claws. The colours faded as his eyes became those of the wolf. The biggest difference was his cock.
An already massive dick became truly monstrous, bulging with bestial virility. Minerva howled as her cunt was stretched to the limit.
Too impatient to go slowly, Remus yanked his cock out of her pussy and thrust without warning into her slightly stretched asshole.
Minerva choked on her spit as she was anally violated for the first time. Her master's cock was rearranging her insides, turning her last hole into a perfect cun receptacle for him.
Remus grabbed his bitch's tits and began hammering away. Squeezing her tits and almost using them like handlebars, Remus pounding her asshole without any mercy. Her back passage was so warm and impossibly tight, Remus knew he wouldn't last long.
Using werewolf powers did wonders for his size, girth and semen production but at the cost of much greater sensitivity. With how fine Minerva's ass was, well, what could a man do when faced with such reckless pleasure, but cum and flood the bitch's insides.
Suddenly Remus thrust into Minerva's cunt and let it go, flooding her mature pussy with wave after wave of his hot cum.
Mienrva shuddered, feeling with feverish intensity as Remus painted her insides white. Thoroughly wrecked with orgasms, she could do nothing but lie, panting.
Remus watched his lover's sweaty form, feeling his cock soften slightly before rapidly hardening again.
He slapped Minerva's ass.
"Again?"