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Padfoot- when will you be coming through Britain next? The house is nearly set up now that Iris has officially moved in. I want you to meet her, and see the place. We also have a new cat- Iris found it the other night, just a wee thing. She ran outside in her shorts because she was in such a hurry to get it. It’s amazing how she is with animals. That being said, try not to act like the dog you are; I need her to like you. Let me know when you can make it,
-Moony
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“Ooo!” Iris squealed in the kitchen. “Remus, come quick, there’s a dog!”
It was about 7:30pm and he had just put on his pyjama pants, preparing for a relaxing night in with his beautiful girlfriend. Remus slipped on his horribly ugly (but very comfortable) furry slippers and walked down the stairs.
It was dark- Iris had turned off the lights. There was only a small glow from the dying embers in the fireplace, rendering the room’s floor orange. She threw him a glance over her shoulder, smiling toothily.
“Look, a dog!” She pointed out the window towards the wild grass and bushes facing their home.
Remus smiled and felt his heart grow warm. She was so cute- eyes glittering with excitement about the prospect of a stray. Iris was wearing a large fluffy bathrobe, flannel pajama bottoms and house shoes. Despite the January temperature, she kicked off her slippers, opened the kitchen door and stepped outside onto the thin layer of crunchy snow.
“Iris, put your shoes on,” Remus said. But she was already creeping across the yard, approaching what did indeed look like a dog, it’s pointed ears and reflective eyes poking out of the plant-life.
When Iris reached the middle of the yard, she bent down, gaze low, as not to challenge the dog. She extended her hand, palm upright and gently called, “Hi buddy! Come here puppy!”
Remus stood behind her, arms crossed, still donning his furry slippers and smiled as he watched the brunette offer her soul up to another random animal.
Iris made small kissing noises, beckoning the dog towards her. The dog stood up and began to appear from the brush. Remus squinted. It was dark, but it looked like…
A very large and shaggy black dog scurried up to the crouching woman- his ears back, tongue hanging out from between long teeth. He was wagging his tail so hard his body was shaking from side to side.
“Wait!” Remus called, but it was too late; Padfoot had reached Iris and knocked her to her knees. She hunched over, bracing herself against the massive canine. He was licking her neck and nuzzling into her chest as Iris squealed and giggled, ruffling the fur on his neck.
“Hi puppy, you’re so nice, aren’t you? Oh!” she let out a little shriek.
“What, are you ok?” Remus hurriedly asked.
“Yes, he just licked my boob,” Iris said with a chuckle.
“He what??”
Iris fell back into the snow as Padfoot stood over her, still excitedly nuzzling and wagging his tail. Remus saw that the top of her robe had opened, still covering her breasts but exposing her sternum; he stepped forward, drew his hand back and smacked the dog, right across the face.
“Remus!” Iris shouted, as Padfoot whined and retreated. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, he’s just a dog!”
Remus attempted to help her stand but she shook him off and stood up herself, brushing off snow, rage painted very clearly on her face.
‘It’s Sirius!” Remus shouted. “Padfoot!” He turned to face his best mate. He was sat there, ears down and mouth closed, looking every bit the guilty, dirty dog he was. Suddenly, canine shifted to human and Sirius Black was stood there, tall and grinning widely. He threw out his arms, going for a hug.
“Moony!” Sirius exclaimed, clapping Remus on the back, which he begrudgingly returned. “Great to see you, mate, great to see you!”
Sirius turned to Iris, extending his hand. “Hello love, Sirius Black,” he said as he turned her hand, then bowing and kissing her knuckles. “You must be Iris. It’s enchanting to meet you.”
‘Oh hi, yes, Iris Thornhart,” she said, smiling. “Nice to finally meet you! Do you always introduce yourself as a dog? I suppose it’s an easy way to make people like you.”
“Moony told me how much you love animals, thought you might enjoy it,” Sirius grinned.
“Come on, let’s go inside. I’m freezing!” Iris said and she skipped back inside, wiping her bare feet on the rug.
Sirius made to follow her and Remus gave another open hand smack to the back of Sirius’s head.
“Ow!” Sirius spun around, rubbing the back of his skull.
“Did you lick her?” Remus hissed.
“Nothing below the belt mate, of course,’ Sirius gave him a crooked grin. “What am I if not a gentleman?”
‘A dog,’ Remus thought, not giving Sirius the satisfaction of saying it out loud. He glared at his oldest friend.
“But off the record,” Sirius whispered, “what a woman.” He made a gesture like he was cupping large breasts. The bastard then turned around and hurriedly went into the house.
They spent the evening just chatting, snacking and bonding (after changing into more respectable clothes). Despite the irritating and offensive start to the evening, they all three had a great time. Remus knew that if there was a woman on earth who could handle Sirius Black’s attitude, it was Iris. Any quip Sirius made, she would hit back with something just as clever, faster than Remus could even begin to think of a response. Truthfully, he thought Iris might make a good partner for his best friend- but thank Merlin and Morgana that Remus had got to her first.
Sirius had always been a blatant flirt, towards any and all women. Professors, mothers of his friends, poor old dears doing their shopping, and of course any young lady who passed his way. Remus remembered Sirius flirting with Lily when she and James were dating, but Remus had never had a girlfriend before; he couldn’t believe James (or Lily for that matter) stood for it.
By the end of the night, and after Sirius again kissed Iris’s hand in goodbye, Remus was feeling very possessive. He got like this, especially near the full moon. Jealous when his girlfriend got any attention, from males or females; the couple usually ended up in nearby closets or bathrooms, so Remus could stake his claim.
Luckily, Iris very much liked to be claimed. She was a person that needed to be in control, both in her personal life and her career, so when she got the opportunity to let somebody take the reins- somebody who she trusted to take care of her in such a vulnerable state, somebody who wanted to give her everything- she took it. Iris liked to feel small and protected and he was more than happy to oblige.
Remus had been through all of the shite about how he was a werewolf and therefore didn’t deserve love.. blah blah, he was over that now. He wasn’t sure how he was deserving of his beautiful flower’s love, but since he had it- he indulged.
***
Remus locked the floo, before the dust from Sirius’s departure had even settled. He turned around slowly, the inner predator locking his gaze onto his prize.
Iris was stood in the kitchen, eyes bright and staring right back. Remus could sense her heart rate increasing and see her chest rising and falling rapidly. He wasted no time and walked purposefully across the room and watched her back into the cabinets, grasping the edge of the countertop. Remus grabbed Iris by the waist and pressed his whole body onto hers. He grabbed her wrist and sniffed deeply at the hand that Sirius had kissed.
Remus licked the back of her hand, putting her fingers in his mouth, two at a time. He then quickly pinned that wrist back onto the counter and growled,
“What did you think of Sirius?” Remus licked up the side of Iris’s neck and was rewarded with the sound of a shivering breath and the smell of her growing arousal. She sighed deeply and melted into his embrace.
“He seems-,” Iris started, but was cut off by Remus’s mouth attacking hers. They kissed ferociously, tongues wrestling, teeth biting, lips sliding over each other. His fingers were winding in her long, dark hair; he pulled the locks, forcing her head back.
“I love you Remus,” Iris breathed. She always knew just what he wanted to hear. He brought his focus back to her neck, kissing and sucking and nipping as she breathed out little puffs of air.
“I love you daddy,” Iris whispered.
Remus growled, loudly against her throat and bit down.
“Ah!” Iris exclaimed.
One hand still tangled in her hair, Remus’s other flew up and grabbed her jaw, squeezing her cheeks together and making her lips pout. He rested his forehead against hers and asked, “Who do you belong to?”
“You, daddy,” Iris said through her squished lips.
“That’s right,” Remus rumbled. “You’re my girl. My princess, and I take good care of you, right?” He slacked his grip on her, caressing her jaw instead.
“Yes daddy,” Iris whispered. Her brown eyes were wide and submissive but dark with lust. She slid her small hands around his hips, gripping the waistband of his trousers, pulling and pressing her body as close to his as she could.
“Thank you daddy, I love you,” she lilted. Iris attempted to move her hips but still pinned to the counter by Remus’s body, she was barely able to squirm around.
“Do you want me, darling?” Remus asked, in a husky tone, starting to move his own hips against her, giving in to her temptations.
“Yes,” Iris whispered against his lips. Remus surged forward and bit her bottom lip, making her gasp.
“Yes, what?” Remus demanded as he gripped her by the hair again.
“Yes, I want you, I need you daddy, please,” Iris whined, unashamedly. “Take care of me.”
“Forever, my pet,” he whispered in her ear.
Once again, his mouth covered hers; licking, sucking and biting lips between heavy breaths. He slid his hands up her back, finding the hem on the neck of her dress and he ripped it, right down the middle.
“Remus!” Iris said with a gasp, surprised that he had torn her clothes. That didn’t stop him however- he had ripped the fabric down her entire torso, and pulled it forward, down her arms, exposing her naked chest. The tattered garment hung loosely around her hips, slipping lower with every movement.
Remus grabbed Iris’s ample breasts, leaning over her, forcing her to bend backwards over the counter. He hunched over, squeezing and kneading, kissing and sucking on her, like a starving man licking a plate clean.
“Mine,” he growled from between her pillows, mostly to himself. “Belong to me.” He gave a gentle bite to her nipple and she gasped.
Iris was now gripping Remus’s sandy colored hair, caressing his head, whining and sighing at his ministrations. Remus was rutting up against her and despite his great height, every thrust of his hips hit hers just right, causing her to let out beautiful little moans. He suddenly stepped back, the loss of pressure causing Iris’s dress to slip, now pooled on the ground and quite forgotten.
Iris’s eyes shined with excitement, watching Remus drink in her almost naked form. He stood there just looking at her, appreciating her choice of silky, blue knickers, before she mischievously smiled and darted out of the kitchen giggling, her long hair fanning and whipping behind her, breasts bouncing.
Remus huffed through his nose and tore after her. Truthfully, he could’ve caught her before she exited the room, but he knew she liked her little game. Iris was quick and nimble, flitting around corners and giggling the whole way. Remus surprised her around a corner and he made a swipe towards her but she managed to slip out of his grasp with a happy squeal.
She scampered up the stairs, and Remus followed at a leisurely pace, knowing that she would be trapped on the second floor.
“Where are you, little pet?” Remus called out when he reached the top of the steps. He paused and listened. His eyes swiveled to the open door of their shared office, hearing tiny but heavy breaths. Remus smiled like the wolf he truly was, easily able to find his target. He walked into the room, spotting the top of Iris’s head, comically poking out from behind the desk. As soon as she saw him, she ducked down- as if she had any chance of hiding.
“Come out, my darling,” Remus whispered as he approached the desk. He waited- one second, then two. She was about to jump, he knew it, to make a run for it- but she would not succeed.
Iris shot out from behind the desk, attempting to slip past him, but he looped one arm around her waist, pulling her back, flush against his chest. She squealed and kicked against his grip, Remus lifting her off the ground in the struggle.
He snaked his other hand up between her breasts and stopped to rest it over her throat. She grabbed his arms with each of her own, lightly holding on.
“I’ve caught you,” Remus growled, and he licked a stripe up the side of her face. “You’re mine, and you’re not going anywhere.”
He could feel her smiling as she shied her face away from his devilish tongue.
“Why would you run from me, pet? Don’t I take care of you?” he hissed in her ear.
“Yes daddy, you take such good care of me,” Iris responded lovingly. “I just like to tease you, I’m sorry.”
“Are you a bad girl?”
“Sometimes,” she whispered, barely audible.
“And do bad girls deserve punishments?” Remus whispered right back.
“Sometimes,” Iris breathed again.
Remus released her neck and spun her outwards with his other arm, giving her a swift clap on the arse. She squeaked at the contact and Remus got another strong whiff of Iris’s ever increasing arousal. He bent her over, face down on the wooden desk; one large hand holding her wrists together behind her back, keeping her still. His other hand grabbed the waistband of her knickers before yanking them up between her cheeks, exposing her pink backside and caressing it. Remus hummed and he gave her another swift smack.
She exclaimed at the pain, but he knew that pain turned into pleasure, making it all the more exciting for her.
“What a brat you are,” Remus said quietly, rubbing the soft flesh of her backside, soothing it. “If I can’t care for you, how can you care for me?”
Smack!
“I’ll show you how I take care of you.”
Smack, smack!
“Going to teach you a lesson.”
Smack!
Remus bent down and bit her supple arse, causing Iris to cry out, lifting herself off the desk.
“You belong to me!” he said loudly, delivering one final spank.
“Yes daddy I do, only to you, I’m so sorry for teasing,” Iris whined, now slowly wiggling her arse around, missing the attention from him.
Remus pulled her up, releasing her wrists and spinning her around. He bent down and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. She cried out in surprise but laughed happily and he carried her across the hall and into their bedroom. He walked over to their shared bed and tossed her on her back.
Her dark and shiny hair was fanned out underneath of her, her body shifting gently, looking like a brunette version of The Birth of Venus.
“I love you Remus,” she purred up at him. He pulled his shirt over his head as he climbed on the bed. Standing on his knees, he stared down at her, never getting tired of the image. Every time was like the first; he was amazed at her beauty, trust and willingness.
Iris has raised her knees up, and while pushing her breasts together, she reached down to touch the silky fabric between her legs.
“And I you, my darling,” he said. Leaning over her, he kissed her gently and tenderly. He then sat back up, guiding her legs together so her could remove her knickers, never breaking eye contact. He brought the wet garment to his nose and smelled deeply before stuffing them into his pocket.
Remus began to rub her inner thighs, back and forth while he stared at her glistening center. He took just a moment to again memorize the sight; her folds were spreading open with anticipation, clit poking out of it’s hood and her little hole starting to drip.
Iris tugged at one of her nipples, while grabbing at the other breast, unable to fit it all in her small hand.
“Daddy please,” she whispered. “Please.”
They were the most beautiful words and Remus would never deny her.
He dove down and wasted no time devouring her. He licked at her folds, pushed his tongue into her tight channel, and sucked on her clitoris, groaning as he relished every drop of her. Iris’s hand was holding onto Remus’s sandy hair, whining and crying, moaning and gasping. He leaned one arm on her hips and leg, pinning her down, while his other hand explored and teased her nipple.
“I fucking love your tits,” Remus said, muffled against Iris’s vulva. He held onto her nipple and shook her breast around, looking up at her while he laved his tongue all over her sex. He gave her breast a few small, quick slaps, watching it jiggle.
“And I love your cunt- so fucking delicious.”
Iris moaned, pulling on Remus’s locks and wrapping her free leg up onto his back, digging her heel into him.
“Mmmmmm, thank you daddy,” she whined, an octave higher than usual.
“Are you going to cum for me, pretty girl?” Remus asked softly, letting his lips speak onto hers.
“Yes daddy,” Iris breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly, bucking her hips into Remus’s face as much as she could. “Please.”
He groaned into her and began simultaneously sucking and tonguing her clit, while also running his palm lightly over one of her breasts, ghosting over her erect nipple, teasing it. Iris’s cries were increasing in volume and pitch, her brows were furrowed, her grip on his hair becoming tighter as she flexed her abdomen, attempting to ride his face.
Iris moaned loudly and unabashedly, as her free leg stuck straight out, flexing from the power of her orgasm. Remus tongued her through it, knowing to back off in pressure, and slowly licked her from her opening to the top of her lips, over and over again. When she had quieted, it seemed that she was frozen, trying to stay in her euphoric pleasure.
She jerked a few times- Remus lessening the pressure of his tongue even more so, as not to overstimulate her. Iris’s brown eyes fluttered open and she slowly writhed her body like a lazy snake, basking in happiness.
“Mmmmmm,” she hummed with a smile, now gently carding her fingers through his hair. “I love you daddy, thank you.”
“I love you, princess,” Remus words were warm over her. She smiled and closed her eyes, turning her head to the side, suddenly playing shy.
He started to gently kiss her mound again, softly at first but getting more intense as the seconds went by. He was back to her clit, sucking on it. Iris moaned happily again and palmed both breasts.
Very quickly, she came again. Remus repeated his process of bringing her back to reality with soft, flat licks.
“Ooohhh, Remus!” Iris cried, pointing and flexing her toes as her back arched up off the bed as she experienced another smaller orgasm, blossoming off the end of the previous one. Remus knew just how she liked it and he could deliver, perfectly. Iris could come several many times from clitoral stimulation, if properly worked. Remus loved that about her; he got to see her at her most beautiful- falling over the edge, shattering in his embrace, losing herself because of his touch.
Between her cries of ‘again, again, again!’ and the whispered chanting of ‘please, please,’ he had lost count of how many times Iris came. She stopped moaning and wailing, now just opening her mouth to silently scream; holding her breath, before her body became limp with a forceful sigh. She had thrown her forearm across her eyes and her other hand was pressing down on her sternum.
“Oh my god, Remus,” she whined. “Ohhhhhhh.”
“You know we’re not done, love,” Remus said, looking up at her, still stationed between her legs, caressing her thighs. Iris closed her eyes and nodded, scrunching up her nose and brows.
“Yes daddy,” she whispered, grabbing onto her folded legs and pulling them up, spreading herself for him. Remus dragged a finger between her shining lips, making sure she was plenty wet. Palm up, he pushed his finger inside her amazingly soft and tight channel; both of them sighing at the intrusion.
He curled his finger, over and over again. Slow at first, but then picking up speed as his other hand performed the same pattern on her clit.
Remus whispered dirty things into her thighs, increasing the speed of his fingers.
“Yes, yes my darling, that’s it,” he encouraged. “You can do it. Relax, Iris.” The gentle words combined with his frantic hands made her clench her abdomen, lifting her back off of the bed as she came spectacularly.
“Ahhhhh, ah! Ah! Ohh, oh, oh!” Iris whined as she squirted all over Remus’s hand and face. Spurt after spurt, the waves of her release drenched him. At the same time, white fluid was dripping from her pulsating vagina; true female ejaculate.
Remus removed his finger and sucked it clean, groaning as he did so, knowing that Iris needed a break. His palm was laid flat over her mound, gently soothing the area, aiding her in a gentle comedown.
She exhaled as her body gave out. She flopped back onto the bed, eyes closed and arms laid out, like she was dropped there from the sky. Only her torso moved, heaving with every deep breath.
“You’re so beautiful,” Remus cooed at her. He finally abandoned his post between Iris’s legs, crawling up and over her body, leaving kisses in his wake. “So pretty when you come for me. Daddy loves his good girl.”
He reached her face, very tenderly running the back of his hand down her cheek and jaw- quite satisfied with his wonderful plaything.
Her eyes were still closed, but a smile slowly appeared on her pink and shining face.
“Thank you daddy,” Iris whispered.
“You’re welcome, pet. Now you see, how well I can take care of you?”
“Yes daddy,” Iris opened her eyes. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Remus kissed her forehead gently, still hovering over her. He continued petting Iris- stroking her hair, caressing her face, nuzzling her neck, until she raised her arms and looped them around his neck.
“Ready?” He asked and she nodded. Remus scooped her up into his arms and carried her bridal style into the bathroom. He gently set her on the toilet, stroked her hair one more time and told her, “I’ll be right outside.”
He exited the loo, pulling the door shut behind him and began to clean up the bed while Iris collected herself.
Remus dried the bed and put on fresh sheets. He heard the toilet flush, then the sink going, and a moment later the loo door opened.
Stood there was his gorgeous wildflower. Still naked and glowing like a goddess; her hair was fluffy and big, cheeks still pink, dark pupils shining from behind heavy eyelids.
She walked slowly over to the bed where Remus sat waiting.
“Alright?” He asked, as she came to stand between his legs, winding her arms around his neck.
“Amazing,” answered Iris, with a soft kiss to his lips. “You?”
“Wonderful and getting better by the second,” Remus growled in return, placing both hands on her bare arse and squeezing.
They spent a few moments lazily kissing- Remus’s hands gliding over Iris’s body while she played with the hair at the nape of his neck. One of her hands reached down and palmed his erection. Both of them let out a ‘mmm’ at the contact- a moan from her but more of a grunt from him.
“How do you want me?” Iris breathed at him.
Remus pulled back, breaking their kiss and grinned. Looking her in the eyes, he raised one finger and twirled it in a circle, indicating that she should turn around.
“Hands and knees, love.” Remus stood and finally removed his trousers and pants. He palmed and stroked his large weeping cock, watching as Iris climbed up the bed on all fours. She found a comfortable place and leaned down on her folded arms, head to the side, smiling coyly up at him.
He followed, standing on his knees, positioning himself behind her. Iris closed her eyes and wiggled her bum, making her arse cheeks shake from side to side. Remus’s hands skated all over her backside, squeezing and jiggling, spreading her out for a good look.
He stared down at her dripping opening, more than ready for him. Even so, he stuck two fingers inside of her, gently pumping and moving around, just to be sure. He was a lot to take in, after all.
She gasped and moaned quietly at the intrusion of his fingers but still had a grin on her face.
Iris opened her eyes, looking back at her boyfriend, and gently said, “Fuck me daddy. Fuck me like you love me.”
Remus groaned and withdrew his fingers, again licking them clean. She continued to look back at him as he notched his cock and very slowly began to enter her. It was truly unbelievable how patient of a man Remus Lupin was- he liked to truly savor his pleasures.
“Uh-ahhhh,” Iris sighed as he bottomed out inside her. Remus took a second to close his eyes and throw his head back, just taking in the magnificence of her ever-tight vagina, holding onto her arse and living in bliss.
Remus started to thrust in and out, guiding Iris’s hips gently with his hands. She closed her eyes and turned her head so she was buried face down in her arms. He started to move with fervor, growling with a smile and grunting every time his hips made contact with her arse.
Iris let out little ‘uh! uh! uh!’ noises to match each of Remus’s thrusts. He tilted his head to the side so her could watch her hanging breasts sway back and forth and couldn’t help but reach down and grab one, kneading the soft skin, then barely cupping it so he could feel her swaying in his palm. He gave a final yank on her nipple before returning his hands to her hips.
He was slamming into her now, their bed shaking from his motions.
“You feel so good, Iris,” Remus groaned, looking down and watching his length disappear into her stretched lips.
“You do too,” she panted. “I love the way you fuck me with that big cock.”
Moving faster and feeling quite carried away, Remus slapped her big arse, timing the motion with a snap of his hips.
“Ooh!” Iris squealed in surprise clenching her muscles around him.
Remus spanked her twice more while adding his own, “Oow!”
She was now crying out with every push he gave her. His hair was flailing wildly, mouth open in a smile, balls slapping against her clit.
“Ooooooo,” Iris groaned, feeling one final release building between her legs. Remus spanked her again, hard, and she yelped. Her walls were fluttering and he could feel her become wetter as she gasped his name.
His balls tightening, he threw back his head, arching his back before his length started to pulse; exploding with pleasure as he shot load after load of hot release into Iris.
“Owwooooo!” Remus literally howled as he came inside her, pulling her hips flush against his, basking in his ecstasy as Iris continued to clench around him, milking his cock as hard as she could.
His thrusts slowed, mouth hanging open, scrunched face still turned to the sky, seeing stars behind closed eyes.
“Oh, Iris,” he moaned while holding her against him, determined to enjoy every drop of his orgasm.
“Mmm,” she hummed happily, wiggling her bum just the slightest bit, making him hiss and tighten his grasp on her hips to still her.
Remus sighed, finally coming down from his high, also humming with satisfaction. He rubbed his hand down her arched back, stroking and petting her beautiful, perfect body. His beautiful, perfect girl.
He pulled out, making them both gasp. Remus collapsed on the bed, rolling over and breathing heavily. Iris slowly sat up, back on top of her feet. She looked at him and grinned widely, looking thoroughly shagged. She bent over and gave him a soft peck on the lips before very carefully getting off the bed. She took a moment to steady herself before walking bandy-legged and shaking to the loo.
As Iris was in the bathroom, Remus cleaned himself up, pulling on a fresh pair of pants and choosing some comfortable knickers for his girlfriend. When she came out, he helped her step into her underwear before guiding her to sit on the bed.
He smoothed Iris’s long hair back into a ponytail, to keep it out of her face as she slept. They both got under the sheet, Remus laying behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her towards him, spooning her small frame with his whole body.
He placed a kiss just below her ear before whispering, “I love you, Iris.”
“I love you too, Remus,” she whispered back.
Exhausted from their shared passion, they drifted to sleep; a kitten snuggled up with a wolf.