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Remus stumbled through the dark undergrowth. Water soaking through the soles of her flimsy shoes. She hadn’t expected to run, had no belongings with her. Simply the clothes on her back and the sheer determination to escape the awful fate she had been doomed to. 

Hiking her skirts higher, she leapt over a fallen log. Moss and mushrooms sprouting from it. Growth from the rot. Normally something she would stop at, marvel at the beauty of nature, but right now she couldn’t hesitate. 

Never looking back as she ran through the dark forest. She had to get as far away from the town as possible. From the sure misery that awaited her. From all those people and their expectation. 

Her foot caught on a stone and she stumbled, but kept pushing forward, not slowing for a moment. She didn’t know really where she was running, just knew she had to go as far as she could.

But night hung around her, dark and oppressive. Full moon the only illumination as it cast its light between the cracks in the dark canopy overhead. Rain soaked into her bare shoulders, sleeves of her dress slipping, but she couldn’t waste time adjusting them. Only driven by pure need, all other factors of her body and her exhaustion inconsequential to her determination to escape. 

She landed in a puddle, mud splattering up her calves, flecking the hems on her skirts. With a huff she dragged them up over her thighs, tucking them into her leather belt. It made movement easier and she kept running. 

Through a gap in the trees she saw a flicker of light. Caught on the periphery of her vision. She knew people lived out here deep in the forest, woodsmen and recluses. But she couldn’t risk that, what they could do to her and the horrors they could inflict. The temperature was frigid though, harsh winter air whipping her hair from her ribbons and streaming behind her. Frost would gather by morning and she knew it would be risky to try and survive outside on a night like this. If she couldn’t find some sort of shelter she would be dead from the exposure eventually. 

The townspeople would be thrilled. 

Fuck no, that wasn’t going to happen. She would have to risk it.

Tacking towards the source of light, she pelted through mud and mire, cold air burning her lungs and sharp pain in her side from the exertion. 

From the darkness loomed a great stone building. As she got closer she could make out that it looked to be a grand old manor house. The kind built hundreds of years ago when the region was rich and lords ruled on high. Not the scattered towns it was now, poverty stricken by high taxes from the king that now ruled, far away and uncaring of the strife of the people his predecessors had conquered. 

She broke through the cover of trees to find herself on a grand lawn. Slightly overgrown, but it looked to be fairly well tended. Flowers grew in arrangements around the house and mossy statues lined the path to the grand house. 

It was lived in at least. It may have been better to be abandoned, then she could shelter there and scavenge for supplies, but at least with people she would be sure of a fire to warm herself and hopefully a hot meal. They could always turn her away, but maybe then she could shelter under some stables or shed where they wouldn’t find her. 

Her mind raced with possibilities, but she had risked everything by breaking herself out of that house, she could handle a little more danger. 

There was nothing for it. 

She stumbled down the carriageway, feet turning leaden as exhaustion began to take her. Sopping wet and out of breath, she crashed into the great oak door of the house. Palms against the hard wood, she rested her forehead on it. Praying the inhabitants inside would treat her kindly. That they wouldn’t have heard of her and her misdeeds since they were so far away from her village. She had run hard and far, almost a full day’s carriage ride, at least two days on foot at normal pace. She had barely halted since she left at first light, just knowing her pursuers wouldn’t be far behind as soon as they found out. 

She took the heavy brass lion knocker and banged it down twice. Clanging and echoing through the halls. 

She knocked again, arm shaking with cold and adrenaline, almost spent. 

Footsteps clicked on stone from behind the door and her heart leapt into her throat. 

Please be good, please grant me hospitality, she begged internally. 

The door creaked on it’s ancient hinges as it opened. A large man, gangly and tall, dressed in a butler’s uniform appeared at the entryway. 

“Who are you to visit at such an hour?” He asked, glowering down at her. 

“Please,” she said weakly, “I need shelter, just for a night, please.”

The man hesitated a moment but stepped aside, inviting her in. Remus tried to express her gratitude as she stepped over the threshold, but all the energy drained from her, the panic and fear caught up to her and the world started to spin. 

“I’m sorry, I…”

The man caught her arm as she stumbled. 

“Miss, are you alright?”

She tried to reply in affirmative, but movement caught her eye and she fell into stunned silence. World dimming around the edges of her vision, but she saw the beautiful woman on the grand wooden staircase in front of them. Stood at the top, elegant hand on the carved bannister, imperious and glorious in a dark red dress. 

Remus went to greet her but only a whimper escaped her, black occluding her vision and she felt herself pitch towards the floor, butler’s arms trying to catch her as she fell. 

The last sight before she went under that of the stunning woman rushing down the stairs to her. 

Consciousness returned to her like water dripping from a tap. Each new drop another sense coming back to her. She heard the roar of the fire, felt the warmth of it against her arms. Plush cushion soft under her head. Delicious scent of stew invading her mind and her stomach rumbled. A soft laugh drifted to her at the noise and finally she cracked her eyes open. The beautiful woman was there, sat on an armchair opposite her. Watching her and Remus suddenly felt very exposed under her inquisitive gaze. 

Attempting to gather herself, she tried to push herself to sitting, but her arms wobbled and she slumped back down with a groan. 

Suddenly the woman was in front of her, taking her by the shoulders and guiding her upright. 

Now Remus saw her up close. Aristocratic features, fine sharp cheekbones. Skin such porcelain pale that she could see delicate blue veins tracing down her elegant neck. Dark hair back in a simplistic up-do, held in place with silver hairpins decorated by small stars and glimmering rubies. Beautiful, she was absolutely beautiful. 

On instinct her gaze dropped to her lips, and oh, pillowing and pink. Faint humour lines around them like she knew how to laugh well and often. But oh those lips were sin and the desire to claim them in a kiss surged within her. 

Stifling that impulse she lifted her gaze to the woman’s. 

Oh wow.

Eyes shining silver as the stars in the night sky, flecks of icy blue in them like the deep snow in the winter. But for all their coolness, her gaze was anything but. Soft and worried, eyes wide with concern.

“Are you alright?” She asked. 

Remus couldn’t really respond. Too caught up by the lyrical lilt to her words, lovely huskiness to her quiet question.

She managed a nod and the woman’s shoulders dropped in relief. 

“Oh good,” she said gently, “I was worried. Its so cold out there this time of year and you were soaked to the bone. I hope the fire has dried your clothes a bit at least.”

Remus swept her hands down her dirtied dress. They were no longer dripping wet, but the damp had gotten through every layer and it was rather uncomfortable. 

“Thank you,” she managed to croak out, “they’ve dried a bit, but I was out there for a long time and it’s soaked through all the layers.”

The woman’s face tightened and she stood, coming to sit on the sofa beside Remus. 

“Well then, I will have some fresh clothes fetched for you, both for tonight and for any further travel if you would like it. It doesn’t seem you have anything with you.”

She arched her dark brow and Remus felt herself blush under her scrutiny. 

“No…” she trailed off, didn’t know her title to address her properly. 

She gave her a kind smile, “Your Ladyship. I am the Lady of this house.”

Remus balked. Oh shit. She had thought this house grand, but to be in the presence of nobility. She was in danger, she would be handed over as soon as she learnt of her misdeeds, she had to go.

Seeming to sense her panic, the woman reached over and gently lay a hand on her arm. Despite the fire her touch was cool and it sent chills through Remus. Whether those chills were sparks of desire or not she didn’t want to think too much about. 

“You can stay as long as you need, there’s no need to rush back out there.”

She said it kindly, but Remus’ heart still pounded, hesitant to believe her.

“Calm yourself dear,” she met Remus’ panicked eyes, “I don’t get visitors often so it would be lovely to have some company, you really can stay as long as you need. I doubt this storm will clear up soon, it seems to only be getting worse.”

Remus glanced out the window and saw the torrential rain through the darkness, now realising the battering of the wind on the windows. 

Okay, maybe she could stay longer. No-one else would be out in this weather, it didn’t seem likely rumour of her would reach here soon. Especially if they were as removed from people as the lady had suggested. 

She turned to find the woman assessing her again. Something glinting in her mercurial eyes. Like she was trying to puzzle Remus out. She tilted her head and smiled softly. 

“What is your name then? I should like to know.”

“Remus Lupin your ladyship.”

She extended her hand, red and black stone rings shining in the firelight, “Lady Sirius Black, but you need not be formal with titles, just call me Sirius. Everyone else in this house does.”

Remus’ brows furrowed. Normally the nobility were all for pulling rank, at least in her experience. But not wanting to insult her by not obeying her wishes, she took her hand and pressed a kiss to it. Pearly skin soft and cool beneath her chapped lips. Faint scent of florals and dark cedar wood clung to her skin and Remus resisted against the urge to go to her, wrap herself in the lovely scent. 

Reluctantly she let go, but Sirius’ hand hung there a moment longer. When Remus met her eye she caught something dark and hungry flash there. Maybe it was just a trick of the light. 

“Well then,” Sirius said, rising from the sofa, “Remus, if I may call you that?” Remus nodded. “Then I should show you to your room shouldn’t I?”

She smiled wryly and it sparked something deep inside Remus, a wanting, a longing. 

Tamping down those feelings she followed Sirius from the sitting room. She led her up the grand staircase, dark wood and ancient tapestries lining the walls. Down long corridors lit by torchlight, all decorated in rich, deep shades. 

Finally she stopped in front of an oak door, opening it and guiding Remus inside. Remus’ eyes widened as she took in the room. Opulent and yet somehow homey. Reds and dark ornate furniture, but a fire burning in the hearth that warmed the room pleasantly and sent shadows dancing over the panelled walls. It should have felt cold and unwelcoming in its grandeur, but for some reason it didn’t. Maybe that was just Sirius. For all her elegance and imperious demeanour, she seemed kind and Remus felt rather comforted by her. Beauty and grace as though carved from marble under the hands of a generous sculptor, but she looked almost soft to the touch, skin like velvet and dark curls like the finest strands of silken midnight. 

Sirius went to the bed and collected a bundle, passing it to Remus. “Here, fresh clothes for you. There’s hot water over the fire too for you to wash with. It’s a bit too late for the staff to draw you a bath but we can sort that tomorrow.”

Remus finally smiled back, letting herself accept the kindness at last. “Thank you Lady Sirius.” The woman blushed lightly at Remus saying her name and Remus’ heart flipped to see it. 

No no no.

“You’re welcome, I’ll leave you now, but someone will fetch you for dinner tomorrow if you wouldn’t mind keeping me company?”

Remus nodded, “I would be glad to.”

Sirius smiled more true at that, “Good, you should get some sleep now, don’t worry about rising early, sleep as long as you need.”

With that she left the room, shutting the door gently behind her. 

Remus shuddered a breath and threw herself back on the bed with a groan. Digging the heels of her palms into her eyes. 

No no no, she couldn’t be having such sinful thoughts about the pretty lady who was being nice to her. She was a Lady, she probably had a husband somewhere and would never go for someone like her. That didn’t stop the heat that pooled in her core at the though of Sirius’ eyes on hers, at the memory of her hand on her arm, so affectionately. 

Oh fuck, no, this couldn’t happen again. 

Shaking her head to dispel the thoughts, Remus rose from the bed, stripping off her sodden clothes. She lay them out to dry on a rack near the fire, but they would have to be washed anyway. Taking the pot from the hearth, she scrubbed herself clean in the warm water. Searing against her wind whipped skin, but wonderful and soothing. 

Finally clean, she pulled on the fresh shift Sirius had left her and clambered gratefully into the bed. Downy mattress and cotton sheets, far better quality than anything she had ever slept in, or likely would ever sleep in again. 

She was out before her head hit the pillow. 

Remus groaned into the pillow as light streamed through the open curtains. 

“Sorry Miss but its time to wake,” came a voice from somewhere beyond Remus’ consciousness. 

Burrowing further into her blankets in annoyance, the voice came again, this time laced with laughter, “Miss, you have to get up, Lady Sirius is expecting you for dinner.”

Well that woke her up. 

Lifting herself into sitting, she rubbed at her sleepy eyes. Blurring clarified to show the voice belonged to a young woman, likely a few years younger than Remus. Dressed in simple but well made clothes and mousy brown hair covered by a cap. 

“I’m Alice, I’m here to help you get ready.” She smiled and Remus couldn’t help but return it, she seemed sweet.

“I don’t need help dressing.”

“Oh you will,” Alice laughed, “she’s not lent you clothes for the likes of us.”

She held up the garment and Remus gaped. A dark green silk robe with embellishments of amber and gold in the shapes of vines around the bodice. It was beautiful and completely unlike anything Remus had worn before. 

Alice just laughed at her stunned silence, “Mhm, so lets get you cleaned up aye?”

Remus dragged herself from the bed and Alice led her through a door in the corner of the room that she hadn’t noticed last night. It revealed a small wash room with a large bath, already filled with hot water and steaming. 

“Oh fuck yes,” Remus moaned. She clapped a hand over her mouth but Alice only chuckled. 

“I know, hop in then,” and Remus did, stripping unashamedly and sighing in pleasure as water lapped over her aching body. Muscles sore from all the running yesterday. As she wiped the sponge over herself she noticed all the small abrasions on her legs, scratches from twigs and gravel that she hadn’t even realised had happened. 

She scrubbed herself clean, the bathwater turning murky with the amount of grit clinging to her skin. Alice passed her a bar and Remus sniffed at it, picking up the bergamot scent. 

“It’s hair soap, give yourself a wash, your curls are all a mess, and I’m sure they look lovely when you haven’t been dragged through a hedge.” 

She huffed at her assessment and the dry look Alice gave her. 

Remus rubbed the soap into her hair with a smile, enjoying the feeling of her fingers carding through her curls, dragging all the dirt and grime from them. 

Fully clean, she stepped from the bath and towelled herself dry. Alice passed her her shift and she quickly threw it on before they returned to the bedroom, Remus towelling her hair as they walked. 

Alice took her by the shoulders and stood her in front of the roaring fireplace. Remus could see ran pelting down outside, it didn’t look like the storm had calmed any. Really it seemed like she had only caught the start of it, and was glad she had found such a welcoming place to shelter in or she would have been done for. 

“Stay there and let your hair dry properly, wouldn’t want you to catch a cold now.” Alice gave her a look and Remus froze. Alice just huffed a laugh and gathered up the collection of garments.

Remus pulled on the stockings she handed over, then Alice helped her lace the stays. They fit rather well so they couldn’t have been borrowed from Sirius. She was a fair bit shorter than Remus and much more well endowed. Not that Remus noticed. No, she definitely hadn’t been looking at her tits. No way.

She jolted from her thoughts when Alice handed her the panniers and under-petticoat. Tying them around her waist with practiced ease, she then put on the beautiful dark green petticoat. Tightening it around her, she ran her hands down the smooth fabric in wonder. She had never been one for dress and fashion, but even she knew this was gorgeous. 

Alice smiled watching her awe, passing over the stomacher for her to pin in place. It was decorated with fine detailed vines in amber jewels and embroidered gold thread. 

She handed over the gown with a grin, “last piece.”  

Remus pulled on the ornate gown and Alice pinned it in place. When she looked back at Alice the woman was nodding, looking rather pleased with herself. 

“Now you look good and proper, not like a wild-woman.”

Remus shook her head with a laugh, honestly she normally looked rather wild, that was more common for her than all this finery. But Lady Sirius was doing her a kindness, and the dress was stunning. 

She swished the skirts around with a grin, gathered hem swirling around her ankles. 

“Now your hair’s dry lets have a go at that.” She sat Remus down on a stool and set to work twisting her untameable curls into some semblance of a hairstyle. 

“Why do you keep it so shorn?” She huffed when one persistent curl refused to be pinned down.

Remus shrugged, “It’s easier to get out the way and look after, its so curly it gets tangled all the time.” Her brown hair hung in rather choppy layers around her shoulders, a riotous mess of tawny curls that she had long given up trying to control. 

Alice tutted but managed to tame it enough, and when she handed Remus a mirror to show her her jaw dropped. 

Oh she looked pretty, actually, really, pretty. Soft curls framed her face, the rest swept up in an intricate braid pinned at the back. It seemed to soften the angular features of her face, and for once she didn’t feel too self conscious of the scars. They had happened from a tumble while in the woods as a child, landing in a creek and the rocks had cut over her nose and from her cheekbone in a line down to her jaw. Time had turned them faint and white, but she had always known they were obvious, that people would pause when they saw them. Especially in the summer when her skin turned even more tan and the freckles made them more stark. 

She didn’t know what magic Alice had worked, but her hair shone more golden now in the light, and her windswept cheeks just looked rosy. 

“I… thank you,” she stuttered out. 

Alice just patted her on the shoulder, “You’re welcome, now you best be heading down to dinner, I’ll show you the way.”

Alice led her down the maze of corridors until they reached the bottom of the grand staircase. 

“It’s just through that door there,” then she leaned in closer to Remus, “between you and me, Sirius seems very excited to have someone new to talk to.” She winked and hurried off down the hallway, Remus just watched, a bit confused by her words (she was a society Lady, she should have all kinds of fancy friends to talk to shouldn’t she?) but they seemed good intentioned. 

She opened the door to what looked to be the drawing room. She had expected to be in a big dining room with one of those long tables, but this room looked a lot more comfortable. Unlike the rest of the house, this space was more lightly decorated. Creams and brown tones among the greens and blues. It was softer, and Remus felt herself relax a bit into it. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as formal, maybe she wasn’t going to make a complete fool of herself. 

Then she saw Sirius.

Oh no she was absolutely going to make a fool of herself. 

Sirius stood by the fire warming her hands. Focussed so intently on the flames that she hadn’t heard her come in. She wore a dark maroon dress, similar to yesterdays - maybe that was her favourite colour, she did look lovely in it. Silver rings adorned her fingers and a matching necklace bearing some strange sigil that Remus didn’t recognise decorated her neck. 

Remus coughed lightly and Sirius started. She jumped back from the fire and pulled her shoulders back into proper posture. Sirius’ eyes widened a fraction seeing her and it took her a beat to gather herself. Something in Remus delighted at her shocked reaction.

Stop it, stop it, stop it. You cannot think like that. She chided herself. 

“Remus,” she greeted, sweeping over to her, “you look wonderful.”

Remus blushed deep at that, bringing her hand to cover her face, but Sirius took her by the wrist. “No no, you do. Green suits you. Now come, lets have some dinner.” 

She pulled a tasselled rope near the fireplace and the butler appeared at the door. 

“Dinner is served, my lady.”

Sirius inclined her head to him and turned from the room, Remus trailing behind her. Sinking feeling in her gut that she was rapidly falling out of her depth. 

They emerged into a large dining room. Long mahogany table set with candelabras that flickered with low candlelight. Full setting with so many dishes that Remus didn’t have the faintest idea what to do with. Why were there so many fancy looking glasses? What were they all for?

She mimicked Sirius’ movements, sitting as a footman pulled out her chair for her and trying to steady her breathing as she was sat across the table from Sirius. Though there were only a few yards between them it felt like a chasm. An unknown sea of social graces and manners she didn’t know how to act out. 

With a wave of Sirius’ hand, the servants whirled into motion. Remus nodding numbly along as they poured her wine and Sirius began to tell her in that low melodic voice about the vintage and region it came from. At Sirius’ urging she took a small sip. Tart and bitter on her tongue, but warming her insides in the most pleasant way. 

“Do you like it?” Sirius asked, “I selected this one especially.”

“It’s very nice, my lady,” Remus said, taking another tentative sip. “Though I do not think I am the best judge of such things.”

Sirius’ laugh tinkled like music in her ears. “That’s quite alright dear, just enjoy it.”

Remus ducked her head quick to hide her flush.

Dear. 

No no no. Stop.

A footman emerged at her side then. Brown eyes widened in panic and she cast a quick glance to Sirius, seeing her taking the spoon from the platter in front of herself and putting food on her own plate. Okay, right. She could do this. 

She copied the action, the footman giving her a slight amused smile which she returned. They both knew she was playing at this part. Sirius remained ignorant of it, sending her a curious look across the table as she picked up the first knife and fork. 

“So Remus,” she said after a few silent bites, “I am very interested to know what had you out in the woods at such a late hour.”

She raised one regal brow and Remus blanched. 

“It was nothing my lady.”

Sirius’ gaze hardened then. “I do not like lies or half truths dear. Tell me, I will not judge you.”

Remus stayed silent a beat too long and Sirius’ lips quirked in a smirk. 

“Fine then, let me guess.”

Remus’ heart caught in her chest. 

“You and your travelling companions were set upon by roguish highwaymen?”

A rather inelegant snort broke from her. “No my lady.”


Silver eyes danced with humour in the firelight. “You had a scandalous affair and were trying to run away with your lover?”

A wry smile ticked at the corner of her mouth. “Decidedly not, my lady.”

“Hm, no. You seem far too sensible for all that. Though sensible women are hardly to be seen at the door of strangers looking as you did.”

Remus ducked her head and took another bite of her food, avoiding meeting Sirius’ inquisitive eye. Every time their gazes met it felt like she was boring into her very soul. Like she could pry deep and spill her secrets. Maybe she could. 

“Hm. You are very young. Are you married?”

“I am not.”

“A runaway bride then?”

Remus’ head shot up at that, eyes wide and fearful. 

“Ohh,” Sirius breathed with a grin. “Is that it then?”

Her mercurial gaze penetrated Remus’ shields. Digging past her guards and it felt like a soft haze filled her mind. Maybe it was just the wine. Surely it was that. She was unaccustomed to such rich drink and it must be affecting her more than she thought it would. That must be the reason she felt such a compulsive need to tell Sirius her darkest secrets. 

“Yes,” Remus stuttered out almost against her will.

Sirius leaned forward in her chair. Setting her knife and fork down and casting her eye about the room. “Leave us.” The butler and footmen nodded and slipped from the room.

Alone now, the dark corners of the room felt closer. Like the only space existed between her and Sirius in the candlelight. 

Sirius’ gaze met hers and that woozy feeling fell over her again. Heart beating a tattoo. 

“Tell me then my dear, why were you running from your marriage day?”

“I don’t, I just -“ she stuttered, “I had to, I just had to.”

“Tell me.”


The words spilled over before she could stop them. “My father arranged it. I just couldn’t. And they caught me trying to get away the night before, and my father locked me back in my room, and I couldn’t stay, I just couldn’t. And it was so easy to get down from the window like it always was, and I had to go, I just couldn’t.” Remus shuddered at her honesty, ducking her head so she didn’t have to see Sirius’ expression at her shameful admission. 

A scraping of wood, and beat of silence, then gentle fingers at her jaw. Cradling her and turning her face upwards. The older woman stood over her. Face impassive but her touch careful.

“Was your intended a bad man?”

Remus swallowed harshly. Skin tingling where Sirius touched her. 

“No. He was decent. Is decent.”

The grip on her tightened minutely. Holding her eye to Sirius’. That heady feeling swimming through her mind again but she couldn’t pull away. 

“Then why did you run?”

“I… I didn’t want to marry him.”

Her grip tightened and Remus’ stomach dropped as her head spun. 

“Why?”

Images swirled through Remus’ mind. The way her eye always caught on the beautiful noble ladies that would travel through their village: their fine clothes, their shiny hair, their lovely smiles. Of the strange feeling that stirred inside her when the baker’s girl hugged her in thanks for some herbs. Of the way her core tingled with nerves and something else when her friend’s older sister braided her hair, the feeling of her soft, nimble fingers twining through her curls. All those flickering feelings she had shoved down deep for so many years. 

But she couldn’t bring herself to speak it, no matter how much she desperately wanted to tell Sirius everything. Though where that compulsion had come from she could not say. 

Sirius hummed low. Fingers shifting on her jaw to tilt her head back. Remus’ neck bared and her throat bobbed as she swallowed harshly. Breath coming short as Sirius’ thumb glanced over her lower lip, tracing it. 

“Such a sweet thing you are,” Sirius murmured and Remus looked on entranced. “So young and lovely, such a pretty thing.” Remus didn’t have it in her to blush more at that. Heart thudding in her ears and she couldn’t look away. 

Sirius pushed at her chair, turning her away from the table and to fully face her. Stood over her completely, Remus’ neck craned to meet her bewitching eyes. Unmoving above her, not looking like she even breathed. Pure calm and stillness, all aristocratic control.

“I think I know why you ran.” Sirius traced a line down Remus’ neck, catching her under the chin to hold her in place. A flickering of raw hunger across her face. “I think you know too. I think we both know that that man is not what you truly desire.”

Brown eyes shot wide. Sirius leaned in closer, voice dropping husky. “I think we both know all the sinful thoughts you have in that pretty little head of yours.”

“N-no,” Remus breathed out on instinct.

Sirius’ impassive mask fell to a wicked grin. “Oh darling, what did I say about lying to me?”

Remus balked, fear coursing through her veins. 

She couldn’t know. No-one could ever know. 

She was normal. She was just a normal girl. She got scared on her wedding night. Cold feet like any other bride would feel. 

Nothing more to it.

It was nothing. 

Nothing.

“Now you’ve done something wrong dear, what do you say?”

Remus’ mind fogged and she stumbled out a hasty, “I’m sorry my lady.”

Sirius smiled satisfied and curved her grip around the back of Remus’ neck, sending tingles down her spine. 

“Good girl,” she crooned. “You’ll be so good for me won’t you?”

“Yes my lady.” Words coming before thought, only knowing she wanted desperately to please the mesmerising woman in front of her.

Sirius leaned in closer. Remus unable to take her eyes off her. A soft gasp escaping her lips at the feeling of cool fingertips trailing over her collarbone. The grip on the back of her neck holding her firm. 

“So sweet darling,” her fingers traced the hollow of her throat, “tell me, have you ever been touched?”

Remus’ mind raced, “No-“

“That’s not why you ran from your wedding night?”

“N-no my lady.”

Fingers toyed with her necklace idly. 

“Have you ever been kissed?”

Remus’ mind blurred, utter truth on her tongue. “No my lady.”

“Oh,” Sirius sighed, a teasing glint in her eye, “an innocent. So pure.” 

Remus gasped a ragged breath when those fingers drifted down her chest, skimming across the swell of her breast. 

“So no-one’s ever touched you like this?”

“No my lady, no-one.”

Her fingers caught on the neckline of her dress, slipping between her breasts. 

Remus’ body was on fire. Her thoughts were mere wisps of smoke.

Sirius gripped the front of her dress. Held behind her head and at the front, fixed in place, unable to move and completely at her mercy. Sirius leaned in that last space, a soft sigh escaping her. Soft lips trailed across Remus’ neck, sending a shudder of desperate desire through her. Nothing in her was able to deny the reactions of her betraying body. 

Then Sirius murmured, “Oh you are just so sweet, I can’t help myself.”

And lips were on her neck, soft yet demanding, kissing at the sensitive skin. 

Remus shook as pleasure coursed through her, unable to hold back the whimper she let out. 

That only spurred Sirius on. Her kisses turning insistent. Remus’ eyes falling closed and giving over to the pleasure. Her hands grasping for Sirius as if to steady herself against the torrent of wonderful feeling. 

Sucking what she knew must leave dark bruises on her neck, like Sirius was desperate to leave her mark on her. 

Falling, tumbling into the abyss of feeling. All the world around her vanished but for the feeling of Sirius’ lips and tongue claiming her. 

She felt a rough scraping of teeth against the soft skin of her neck and she outright moaned. 

Need. Pure need and want. 

Then Sirius bit. 

Sharp pain tore through her and Remus screamed. Grabbing at Sirius’ dress, trying to shove her away but her strength was nothing compared to hers. Unable to pull away from the throbbing pain. But Sirius didn’t pull away either, holding her fixed and sinking her teeth in deeper. Remus whimpering as the pain mingled with pleasure as she sucked at her neck. A hum reverberating from the older woman, like she was finding her own bliss in this. Her fingernails digging into the back of her neck and Remus succumbed to it all. Letting the pleasure and pain thrum through her. Strength leaving her as a strange blissful sensation washed over her. Her body falling lax and she gasped as a wonderful warmth filled her mind. Like peace and clarity. Divine delight and earthly desire. 

At the furthest reach of her mind, one that still held some semblance of stability, she remembered stories told by the hearth. Of werewolves and witches - and vampires. How temping and seductive they would be. How they would pull you in with their beauty and charms until they had you in their thrall. What a fantasy that had always seemed to her. 

But there was nothing of a fantasy in the feelings burning through her now. So real was the trickle of blood that spilled down her collarbone. So real was the sublime feeling and aching need inside her. 

Remus’ head spun as Sirius slowed. Gently, she pulled away. A wicked grin curving her ruby-red lips. Tongue swiping over the sharp canines digging into her lower lip. Like she was savouring her treat. 

“Such a pretty thing.” A tender hand stroked over her cheek and Remus leaned into the touch, aching for more. “I’m going to enjoy savouring you.”

Remus shuddered and pitched forward, unable to catch her mind up to what was happening.

Sirius chuckled, catching Remus around the shoulders and pulling her in to rest her head against her stomach.

“Such a good girl,” she said soothingly, rubbing the back of her neck in a calming gesture. 

Remus tried to catch her breath as Sirius’ fingers worked into her hair. Pulling loose the pins and curls. Slowly, one by one, she freed them, discarding them on the floor. With each one, Remus’ breath came easier. Holding the folds of Sirius’ fine dress to keep herself steady at the tender touches. 

Sirius’ hands drifted over her shoulders, cupping her jaw and tilting her head back. “Stand up darling.”
On shaky legs, Remus stood, finally letting go of Sirius’ dress. Then Sirius’ hands were back on her. Holding her around the waist and gently guiding her around until she hit the table behind her. 

Grabbing for the table edge, bracing herself as Sirius leaned back into her space. Eyes ravenous as she let he gaze wander leisurely over her form. Remus’ breath shuddering from her when Sirius’ hands drifted up her sides, roving over her heaving breasts. Wicked grin on her face when she caught the hitch in her inhale. 

Ever so slowly, she traced down the edge of her gown, pulling out the pins holding it in place. The fabric falling loose around her now.


Remus’ stomach churned. All nerves and uncertainty as Sirius methodically removed the pins holding her stomacher in place. Pulling it away and Remus gasped. Sirius head snapped up and she must have taken stock of the anxiety wracking through her because she reached out to brush her thumb over her flushed cheek. 

“It’s alright darling, I’ll take care of you.”


Remus could only nod, too struck for words. 

Sirius leaned in close, face mere centimetres from hers. “I look after what’s mine.”


And then her lips were on hers. Remus froze only a moment. Then some innate instinct took over and she crumbled. A shuddered moan that Sirius swallowed down eagerly. Letting her body fall into Sirius’ and she caught her easily. Sweeping her tongue over her lower lip. Nipping at it with those sharp canines. Little hum of satisfaction when Remus opened her mouth wider for her to deepen the kiss. Taking full control if it and flicking her tongue into her. Pressing her body harder back against the table. 

Heat and need pulsing through Remus. Boiling hot. Burning at her core and she didn’t know what to do. What any of this meant. Only that it felt so, so good. 

Mind a fog, smoothing over the nerves and uncertainty. Drowning out all the voices in her head telling her this was wrong. Any real thought knocked from her with the force Sirius kissed her with. Lips so soft yet so demanding. Tasting of fine wine and the iron tang of her own blood on her tongue. 

Sirius’ grip on her waist tightened and Remus outright moaned into her mouth. 

Then Sirius was gone. Pulling back and Remus tried to chase her lips but Sirius only laughed low, shoving her back against the table. 

“So needy,” she chided. Though her flushed cheeks betrayed her own want. Mouth ajar as she raked her gaze over her and a million thoughts flickering behind her eyes. Too fast for Remus to parse so she simply waited. 

Silver eyes hardened with resolve and Sirius was leaning over her, grabbing something off the table. 

Remus froze when cool metal pressed against her sternum. 

Sirius laughed, a hint of sadistic pleasure to it. “Oh darling,” her free hand wrapping around Remus’ throat and pushing her back, “I have never been one for patience.”

Remus tilted her head back, eyes unseeing, sure this might be the end. Death by the hands of the most beautiful woman before her, doomed by her own desires. 

But the sharp knife trailed down her chest, catching at her stays, digging in. The sound of tearing fabric echoed and Remus’ nails scrabbled against the mahogany under her. Cool air hitting her exposed skin as Sirius cut though the laces of her stays and thin fabric of her shift. All the way down til the fabric fell to her sides.

Sirius hummed pleased. Clatter of metal on the floor with the knife thrown aside. 

“Oh aren’t you lovely.” 

Her hand around Remus’ throat and she couldn’t tilt her head down to see what Sirius saw, but she felt her free hand slip under the loose fabrics, pushing them aside to expose her further. 
Cool fingers trailed featherlight over her ribs and Remus’ stomach lurched. Sirius’ hold on her neck slackening and now she could finally look down. 

Both Sirius hands tearing her shift further, shoving the tatters aside to present her fully. Heaving chest, nipples hard in the cool air. Never had anyone seen her like this, not so openly desiring. Not looking at her body like they wanted it. 

Sirius’ eyes were heavy lidded as she brushed over the cluster of freckles under her left breast. Feeling the expansion of her ribs as she took a shaky inhale. Cupping the soft skin of her breasts in both hands and Remus bit back a moan when she flicked her thumbs over her nipples. Shaking under her touch as she played with her. Toying with her meal. Humming low in her throat when she rolled her dark pink nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and Remus couldn’t hold back any more, letting out a desperate cry though she tried to muffle it. 

Sirius’ eyes widened, obvious greed marring her pretty features and she grabbed her around her ribs, pushing her back, back, back, until Remus’ arms gave and she fell against the table top. Hard wood against her spine and staring up at the ornate ceiling. 

A whimper spilling over, Sirius’ lips meeting her stomach. Laving kisses over her exposed skin. Leaving a trail, working her way closer and closer to her breasts. 

Remus’ chest rising involuntarily to meet her. Back arching as soft sounds poured out of her. No resistance to it anymore. All inclination to fight leaving her. It just felt too good. This must have been what she had always been warned about but had never really understood - how wonderful the sins of the flesh could feel. 

Arms raised above her head, she gripped the fabric table runner white knuckled. A strangled cry when Sirius’ hand again wrapped around her throat. Pinning her in place with her whole body. Settled between her spread legs and looming over her, bracing her hand by her head. 

Then Sirius’ mouth found her hard nipple and Remus cried out, bucking up into her body as if to chase the pleasure. Arousal shooting straight to her core. Sirius’ tongue lapping at her nipple, flicking and toying. And she could have sworn she felt the wicked grin on her lips as she kissed at the sensitive nub. Her moans echoed around the room, only sound but for the thrashing of the rain outside. Sirius sucking at her breast, gripping tighter at her throat, sending her head spinning. 

Then a drag of those sharp canines and Remus knew what was about to happen. 

Screaming as she bit down on her breast. Sirius moaning against her skin and she tore into it. Sucking at her abused nipple while she drew her blood from her. The pain drowned by that fantastical feeling of pleasure that her bites gave. Remus’ thighs slick with her own arousal, more than she had ever felt before in her life. Core throbbing with the need to be touched, and god she wished Sirius would touch her there. 

Remus slumped back against the table, breathing heavily, when Sirius let go. But she barely had a moment’s respite before Sirius latched onto her other breast. Biting down hard and Remus barely cried out this time. The sharp pain sending tears to her eyes and she felt them roll down her temples as Sirius fed from her. Damp soaking into her hair as the tears fell into her tawny curls, splayed across the dining table. Now the one being feasted on. World blurring around her and turning her into pure feeling. Just the plush softness of Sirius’ lips around her nipple and the throbbing pain of her teeth deep in her breast. And the unrelenting pulse of her cunt, arousal hot and wet dripping from her. 

She barely registered when Sirius let go. Just found herself being lifted off the table. Cool hands cradling her face and a tender kiss pressed to her forehead. 

“Oh darling, you are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

She couldn’t hold back a wobbly smile at that. Something inside her so satisfied to hear she had pleased her lady. 

Gentle swipes of thumbs across her cheeks to wipe away her tears and Sirius was looking at her openly. Silver eyes wide and assessing. Whatever she saw must have been enough because she nodded and reached to take Remus’ hand. 

“Come with me upstairs.”

“Yes my lady,” Remus replied, barely above a whisper, but Sirius smiled bright.

And she led Remus from the dining room, through the warren of rooms and corridors. Towards her inevitable fate.

Remus heard the low murmur of voices as they entered the room, Sirius talking to someone, but she was far too distracted by the opulence of her bedroom. Rich velvet drapes hung around the dark-wood four-poster bed, covered in soft looking pillows, and a fire roared in the fireplace. Heavy curtains reached all the way to the ceiling and covered the rain-lashed windows. Hiding them truly from the outside world. 

This room existing in its own corner of reality. Like anything that were to happen here belonged in a daydream, a fantasy. 

A heavy clunk. The lock of the door falling in place. 

Remus turned to Sirius, arms folded over her chest to hold the tatters of her dress together and the nerves returning to her full force. 

Sirius only smiled serenely. Gliding over to her and taking her hands, slowly lowering them and letting the fabric drop. 

Remus was sure she could feel the pounding of her heart from their touch. From how Sirius lifted her wrist to her lips and kissed it gently. 

“The servants have drawn us a bath, I thought that might calm you.”


Remus’ heart did a strange little flip at that - at the consideration Sirius showed. 

Hesitantly she nodded, and Sirius smiled. She had such a lovely smile when she let it show. Wide and brilliant, a glimpse through the veneer of finery. 

“But my dear, you won’t need to be wearing all this for that.” She tugged at the sleeve of her gown. 

Remus started to move to shrug her gown off, but Sirius tutted, and Remus dropped her arms. 

Then Sirius was at her back, sliding the rich green gown off her shoulders and letting it pool on the floor. Remus took a deep breath, steadying herself though her legs felt close to giving out. Sirius behind her and untying the petticoats and panniers from her hips, letting them all fall. Pulling the straps of her stays from her shoulders. Leaving her in just the thin shift, which fell easily from her when Sirius gently brushed it over her shoulders. 

A chill hit her. Completely naked and unsure.

A soft sigh of appreciation from the woman behind her. Then featherlight touches trailed over her bony shoulders, tracing down her spine and Remus shuddered. 

“So beautiful,” Sirius mused, her wandering hands flowing over the curve of Remus’ hips and arse, and Remus had to bite her lip to hold back her needy whine. 

Some instinct in her telling her to be still, Sirius circling her like she was prey. She barely made a sound as she moved, just the rustle of her skirts, and a pleased little hum as if she were surveying some artwork. Remus had never felt like anything to look at, but the way Sirius was looking at her now, the hunger in her dark-blown eyes as she moved to a stop in front of her - that was intoxicating. Addicting. 

Holding her head high, Sirius reached for her own gown. One by one she pulled the pins holding it all in place. Throwing her stomacher aside, stepping closer as she brushed the gown from her shoulders, the rich red fabric pooling like liquid around her feet. 

Remus’ breath came in short. Watching Sirius untie her skirts and step out of them until they were chest to chest. Remus’ heart battering her ribs with the closeness. The heat of the room. The tension and need that hung between them. 

Sirius naked in her stays, shift brushing the tops of her stockings and a vision flashed through Remus’ mind. Of her dropping to her knees, looking up at such a divine creature as she carefully took them off. Worshipping her in the way she should. 

Sirius smirked like she could see all the dirty thoughts playing through her mind. She reached forward, breaching the smallest gap between their bodies. Fingertips tracing down the centre of her body.

She bit her lip, anticipating. Then on a hushed voice she spoke, “Have you ever touched yourself?”

Remus stumbled, unable to get her next words out and Sirius smiled knowingly. 

Sirius lowered her hand from her hip, trailing her fingertips over the curve of her thigh and towards her core. Remus’ breath caught when she skimmed over the soft skin just above her curls. 
Her hand splayed wide between her hips and Remus found herself being pushed backwards towards the bed. 

“Show me how you touched yourself.”

Remus stumbled as she fell backwards on the bed, but Sirius steadied her. Leaning into her space and capturing her lips in a scorching kiss. Fire and need and barely-withheld desperation pouring into her. 

“Show me darling.” She took Remus’ hand and guided it downwards. 

Fuck she was really doing this. 

She couldn’t look. 

But she saw the way Sirius’ gaze flicked down, how she bit her lip, how their eyes met again blazing. 

Remus whimpered when her fingers touched her aching clit. 

“Show me.” Sirius said more insistently. 

And what was she to do but comply?

Slowly, she started working her fingers in tight circles around her clit. Keeping her eyes on Sirius and watching the pleased smile grow across her face as she did what she was told. 

“Good girl, keep going,” Sirius breathed and Remus nodded, rubbing harder at her clit until the building pressure was too much and she moaned. 

Sirius lunged forward and claimed her lips. Forcing her tongue past and plundering her mouth, consuming her whole. Swallowing every gasp and moan Remus let out as she pleasured herself. Climbing higher and higher towards the summit. Her eyes shut and her motions clumsy, unused to such feeling - a rare thing she had only given herself in the quietest of moments, in the darkest of the nighttime hours. 

Closer and closer, she could practically taste it, mingled with the sweetness of Sirius in her mouth, on her body. 

So close. 

And then Sirius pulled her hand away sharply. 

Remus gasped as she pulled back. Shocked out of her trance of arousal. But Sirius just smiled at her. 

“Not just yet, sweet thing. I have bigger plans for you.” She set Remus’ hand gently to the bedsheets and cradled her face. “I have so many plans for you.”

Remus only nodded. Thrown of kilter, as she had been since the moment she met this mesmerising woman. Her cunt aching with how close she had come to completion. Mind foggy and whole of her still tingling with arousal. 

Sirius kissed her gently, tenderly. “Get up darling.”

And Remus let herself be guided towards the bath in the corner of the room. 

Remus sank gratefully into the warm water. Lapping of it against her soothing against the still burning feeling of her skin. She sighed and leaned her head back against the metal rim of the bathtub, a lazy smile creeping across her face. 

“Happy dear?”

Remus hummed and looked to Sirius at her side, sinking down beside the tub. She watched as she trailed her fingers over the surface of the water, rings glinting off the gold-lit surface of it. Such pretty, fine hands she had. 

“Here, let me.” Sirius lifted a bar of soap from the tray besides them and Remus nodded. 

Ever so gently she poured water over her shoulders, lathering soap across them and working her gentle hands over the sharp planes of her back. Carefully around the mark she’d left on her neck that now barely smarted at the touch. How strange. But Remus thought little of it. Letting her mind empty as Sirius pampered her. Slight scrape of nails on her skin making her shudder and Sirius let out a huffed laugh. 

Remus lost track of all time. Letting Sirius work her hands over every inch of her. Warm and soft and calming. Making her feel cared for in a way she’d never felt before. 

Her hand drifted across her lower stomach and Remus stiffened. 

“Shush now, its alright.” Sirius dropped the soap in the water. Both hands pushing her legs apart and Remus shut her eyes. Allowing herself to give her body over to whatever Sirius had planned. 

Fingers trailed lower and Remus’ breath stuttered in her chest, but she kept herself open. A light touch in her coarse curls, Sirius curling her fingers through them as she worked her way down. Then the faintest touch at that most sensitive spot. Remus gasped and her eyes shot open. Finding Sirius’ and the rapturous look there. Absolute awe and need. 

Not taking her eyes from hers, Sirius lowered her touch further. Stroking over her cunt. Two fingers pushing through her and opening her further. And Remus let her legs fall wider, taking it all greedily. 

Sirius smiled, something wicked in her eyes, and redoubled her efforts. Touch becoming more firm. Her fingers stroking up and down her cunt, circling around the entrance to her. Remus felt all her blood pulse at every touch. Felt the way her clit throbbed with need, though Sirius seemed to be purposefully avoiding it. 

Over and over again, touching every sensitive part of her, Remus opening her legs as wide as she could as if to urge her on. Some primal instinct inside her telling her body what to do. 

“Does that feel good?” Sirius asked low. 

“Yes my lady,” Remus managed to get out, biting at her lip when Sirius’ fingers dipped just into her entrance. 

A shot of fear through her. No-one had ever touched her there. She had hardly even dared herself. Only a single finger out of fear it would somehow ruin her. But oh this felt too good. If Sirius was going to ruin her then she was going to let her every step of the way. 

“So beautiful darling,” her touch moving upwards, “such lovely sounds you make when I give you pleasure.” She pressed hard against her clit and Remus moaned, bucking up into the feeling. Chasing the desire. 

“My lady, please.”

Sirius smirked and flicked over her clit again. Remus moaning and grabbing the edge of the tub to ground herself. Sirius’ touch becoming merciless, circling her clit with two fingers and pushing her closer and closer towards that ledge inside herself. 

Then Sirius’ other hand was at her entrance and Remus moaned wanton, pressing her hips down as if to urge her on. Head thrown back and she gave herself over when Sirius plunged a finger inside her. 

Sweat clinging to the curls at her temples. Whether from the warmth of the room or heat of her desire she didn’t know. Muscles in her legs straining to keep open, not to let herself clamp down on the feeling of Sirius’ finger pumping inside her. Pressing against her inner walls and circling near the entrance as if looking for something. 

Remus cried out, water thrashing around her, when Sirius pressed up hard. Hitting some new spot inside herself she had never known existed. But oh it felt so, so good. 

Eyes screwed tightly shut, she chased the pleasure. Dual sensations on her clit and inside her driving her wild. 

“Mistress,” she gasped out, “mistress please.”

“More?”

“Please!” She cried out, and Sirius relented. Plunging another finger inside her on the next pass. 

Such a fullness she had never known she craved, but oh she didn’t know how she had lived without it for so long. This was everything she ever needed. Sirius’ inside her and using her, touching her and playing with her. A revelation in pleasure and desire. 

Sirius’ touch grew harsher, faster, and Remus rolled her hips to meet ever motion. Water sloshing over the sides of the bath, but neither of them payed any attention. So lost in the sensations she didn’t realise she was catapulting right towards her completion. 

“Mistress, mistress,” she stammered out.


“Are you close?”

“I think, ngh, ah, I think so.”


“Good girl,” she crooned. Her husky voice laced with such need that it sent Remus reeling. “So pretty for me like this, taking me so well darling-“


Light shattered into a thousand pieces behind Remus’ eyes. Screaming as she came. Losing all control of her limbs, clamping her legs around Sirius’ hand and riding it for everything she was worth. Sirius’ fingers still working deep inside her. Dragging out her orgasm. Flashing behind her eyes and tingling feeling fanning over her whole body, neurons snapping in her brain, rewiring her very mind, everything she had ever known and been before this moot - reforged anew at the hands of her lover. 

With a shuddered moan she crashed back down to earth. Legs falling slack again and Sirius slowly withdrew her hand. 

Remus opened her eyes to find Sirius looming over her. Flush on her cheeks and eyes bright as she leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to Remus’ swollen lips. 

“So perfect darling, you did wonderfully.” A soft thing curled up inside her and settled against Remus’ heart at the praise. 

They lay there, Sirius stroking her hair as Remus came down from her high. Long after the shakes subsided, until the water had started to turn cold. 

“Here love, lets get you dried off.” And Remus let herself be towelled dry and shuffled naked towards the bed. Simply riding on the bliss of it all. 

Remus lay sprawled on the bed, hazy feeling washing over her, breathing steady. The roaring fire warmed her and the lingering feeling of Sirius’ fingers inside her had her wanting for more.

Cool fingers on her cheek and she turned her head to gaze up at her. Eyes wide and adoring, a dazed smile on her face. Sirius smiled back and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. 

She started rummaging around in the vanity, pulling out a bottle. What that was she wasn't sure. 

Sirius smirked as moved to the end of the bed. Remus yelped as she was pulled down the bed, Sirius laughing as she pulled her near the edge and knocked her knees aside. 

Remus inhaled a stuttered breath. Fully open in front of Sirius and so exposed. But Sirius raked a heated gaze over her. Hungry and wanting. 

Then she was pushing her legs wider, propping them up on the bed. Pouring something liquid from the bottle over her fingers. 

“Good girl, just stay like that.” Stroking over the curve of Remus’ hip and bracing her hand on her lower stomach. Right above where the heat coiled inside Remus, sinking into her like a stone in a river. Down, down deep. 

Remus nodded, breathing hard with the anticipation as Sirius brought her wet fingers to her entrance. 

She inhaled harshly when she pushed two fingers in but Sirius shushed her with soothing sounds. Small motions as she slowly sank in further, the warm liquid on her fingers making the slide easier. 

Two fingers inside her. Ever so slow, push and pull, getting her used to the feeling. 

And oh how good it felt. So right to be filled by her. 

Remus whimpered when she felt more of her own arousal pulse from her, but Sirius didn’t react, just a flicker of a grin. Silver eyes focussed on her cunt, watching her fingers dip into her again and again. 

Then she started stretching them. Pushing at her inner walls like she was caving out more space for herself there. Scissoring her fingers every time she pulled them to her entrance and Remus gasped at the flash of pain. 

“It’s alright love,” Sirius crooned, “it’ll feel good, I promise.”

Remus lolled her head in vague reply, letting the pain dim back to pleasure. 

Over and over again, until she felt the press of another finger at her entrance. 

“Mistress…” 

Sirius’ eyes met hers. “You’re going to take what I give you, aren’t you?” She arched a regal brow and Remus could only nod dumbly. 

“Yes mistress.”

“Such a good girl,” and she sank the third finger in.

The thickness of the three fingers almost felt too much. But if Sirius wanted her to take it she would. Inching in, and the stretch turned from too much to too good, and she couldn’t help but bear down on it the next thrust in. 

A tinkling laugh, “Needy thing,” Sirius scissored her fingers again and Remus gasped, “want more?”

She knew what Sirius wanted to hear. “Please mistress, more.”


Sirius grinned, pressing her fingers up and Remus moaned, back arching against the mattress, driving her hips down to chase that wonderful sensation. 

Then Sirius’ fingertips were at her entrance again, pulling her open wider and another finger joined them. 

Remus wailed when Sirius thrust all four in. Gasping for air at the overwhelming fullness of them. Grasping for the pillow and moaning into it with every slow drive, every push into her body.

More than she had ever thought she could take but something in her desperately craving more. 

“More more,” she stammered out unthinking. 

“Oh darling, this not enough for you?” She pressed her fingers in all the way to the knuckles. Remus moaned loud, thrashing her head against the pillow. Eyes screwed shut and fully succumbing to the sensation. The only feeling Sirius’ fine fingers working inside her. Slick sounds as she pumped into her at a torturously slow pace. Not enough to push her over the edge, only to drive her closer and closer to it. But still not enough. 

“Mistress, please,” she begged, muffled against the pillow. 

“Such a needy slut,” Sirius murmured darkly, almost as if to herself. “Look all sweet and innocent, but here you are begging to have your cunt filled.” She pushed her hand in to the knuckles, the widest part and Remus wailed. Pain and pleasure at the delicious stretch of it. The way her cunt pulsed around Sirius’ fingers, arousal spilling from her and soaking Sirius’ hand, warm and slick as it soaked over her thighs. “Just made to take me like this weren’t you?” Sirius continued, “pretty cunt so fucking tight for me, god darling, look at you, so perfect riding my hand.”

Remus rolled her hips down with abandon. Uncaring what she looked like as she chased her pleasure. Thick stretch of Sirius’ hand the most divine feeling, and those dirty words that spilled from her lovely lips - she’d never thought Sirius would speak such filth, but the words burrowed deep into her mind. Finding their way to the very essence of her being, altering her to the very fundamentals of her self. The line between her and Sirius blurring, one body and desire, all wrapped up together. 

Sirius’ hand pushed deeper. Remus screamed. Feeling her cunt take half Sirius’ hand, slipping over the knuckles and sinking in to her thumb. 

Breaths shaking as she gasped for anything to ground her. The roof above her spinning. Warmth of the room making sweat bead across her chest and she felt it drip between her breasts as they heaved. 

“There darling,” Sirius soothed, running her free hand over her waist. “Doing so well for me, taking me so well.” She ducked down and laid kisses over Remus’ stomach. Silken tresses tickling against her sensitive skin. Lips soft, kisses trailing up her heaving chest. Over her sternum and Remus shuddered when Sirius licked at the sweat between her breasts. 

Sirius huffed a small laugh at her reaction, smiling into her skin and biting at the swell of her breast. Flash of canines in the low fire-light. Then her lips wrapped around her nipple and Remus moaned loud. 

Sucking hard at her nipple. Pumping of her hand inside her. It was all so much and Remus was dashed upon the rocks of her own desire. Throwing her head back as she moaned, Sirius rolling her other nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Pinching it, Remus arching her back and whimpering, sucking harder at her sore tits. Releasing, only to nip teasing bites across the swell of her breasts, sucking in the other nipple and giving it the same treatment. Warmth and slickness of her spit as she sucked at her. Remus gasped when her nails dug into her waist and looked down. Sirius’ eyes shut, dark lashes fluttering on her flushed cheeks as she lapped at her nipple. Waves of midnight hair flowing around her and across Remus’ chest, like rivers of night on the land that had been barren for so long. Curling and winding, tendrils that carved themselves into the landscape and forever altered the shape of her body. Such pleasure on Sirius’ face, like she was tasting the divine. 

She let go with a salacious pop. Lips scarlet red and curving in a wicked grin that only grew when she harshly sunk her hand into Remus, pressing up into her g-spot hard and Remus thrashed, crying out as she threw her head back. 

“So beautiful,” she breathed before kissing her sternum and rising back up, returning to the end of the bed. 

Remus looked down as best she could, her vision blurring. Searing heat inside of her, unaware of how long Sirius had been working her up - it felt like seconds, it felt like infinity. 

Sirius kissed along her slick thigh, still working half her hand inside her. Kissing along the soft skin of her inner thigh, wet from her arousal and Sirius licked it up. The sight of that alone had Remus moaning and dropping back onto the sheets. Falling back into the full feeling. 

Slow drives into her body, over and over. Needy sounds spilling from her open mouth. Then she felt it again. That push of Sirius’ fingers against her inner walls, making space for more, and Remus whimpered. How much more was there for her to take?

Sirius pulling at her entrance, all the nerves there so worn and overstimulated but she was simply a plaything for her mistress. 

Tips of her four fingers pushing in and Remus sucked in a harsh inhale when she felt them start to curl. The pressure of her knuckles against her g-spot sublime, lights flickering behind her eyes. Then she felt her thumb at her entrance. 

Remus’ heart stopped a beat. 

Surely she didn’t mean to…

But Sirius’ thumb pushed in deeper. Remus thrashed as if to pull away but Sirius hissed, shoving her down, hand splayed between her hips. “Be a good girl and stay put,” she bit out.

Remus’ heart raced. But she was in too deep. “Ye- yes, mistress,” she stammered in reply.

“Ngh!” Remus whined when Sirius pushed deeper. Her knuckles sinking into her soaked cunt but the pressure of her thumb too, the added thickness of it stretching her to her limit - it was too much, all too much. Remus wailed and gripped the pillow. Burying her face in the soft fabric. Mouth open and all kinds of sounds ripped from her with every centimetre more Sirius entered her. 

So much. Too much. So thick and hard inside her. Every nerve set alight and her body pushed to it’s absolute limit. Split open wider than she’d ever thought she could be. Pain pulsing in time with her cunt. Radiating through her as Sirius went deeper and deeper. Wider and wider, she was so sure Sirius was about to split her apart. So thick when she clamped around her hand but Sirius flexed her fingers, pushing back against her and all Remus could do was take it. Relax her body to take whatever she was given. Cunt aching and Sirius wasn’t done with her yet. 

Remus wailed, Sirius’ hand at the thickest part - at least she hoped it was. Then all of a sudden pain tore though her. Such sudden pain that she sobbed loudly, tears spilling over her cheeks.

Gasping for release from this wonderful torture, she tried to clamp her legs together but Sirius griped them and pushed them back apart. 

“No love, I want to see you.”

Remus whimpered, another sob against the pillow, but the slowly the pain receded. The shock faded. 

She let her legs fall slack, body shaking with the aftershocks of the pain, but it didn’t linger, replaced by a wonderful feeling of complete fullness. 

“Well done darling,” Sirius soothed, smiling at her and stroking her waist. “Taken me so beautifully.”

Remus nodded numbly. Shudders wracking her body but more so this time from the agony of being held back from her orgasm for so long. The overstimulation of being worked up for too long becoming too much. 

She didn’t even realise Sirius had stopped her movements until she started again. Just small rocking motions of her hand inside her but it made Remus moan. Mouth falling open and brows furrowing in pleasure with Sirius grinding her fist into her g-spot. 

“Mistress,” she gasped out, “mistress please.”

“Please what darling?”

“Please! I need to come, please!” She sobbed again and Sirius sighed, stroking her cheek to wipe away the tears of overwhelm. 

Her thumb traced Remus’ swollen lower lip. “You’re mine now, aren’t you Remus?” 

Remus heart thudded. Pulse pounding in her ears. 

This felt damning, but her mind was a blur. So to damnation she went. 

“Yours mistress.”


“Tell me again."


Remus whimpered, “Yours. All yours. Everything.”


“Everything hm?” Sirius shifted her hand inside her and Remus gasped. “Your pretty cunt belongs to me?”

Remus nodded, “All yours mistress.”

Sirius smiled, something devious lurking in the sharp corners of it. “Say it again. Properly.”

Her hand slowed to a halt and Remus whined against the lack of stimulation, so close to her finish, but she knew she would be getting nowhere unless Sirius let her. 

A cloying feeling of shame burned in her stomach. To say such things as these aloud… she never would have thought herself capable. Never would have thought herself capable of any of this, yet here she was. Splayed out and moaning like a common whore. 

And a now not so well hidden part of her adored that feeling. That twisting inside her that told her this was so wrong, but she revelled in how good being wrong felt. The intermingling of pleasure with humiliation as Sirius used her to her own fancies. But everything in her pushed her to drive past that humiliation, carve it out and present it to Sirius like an offering instead. 

“My- my pretty cunt belongs to you mistress.”

“Mine to use however I want?”

Remus whined as Sirius ground her fist against her g-spot. “Yes, yes mistress yes.”


But Sirius shook her head. “Properly darling.”


“My pretty cunt is yours- yours, to use however you want.” 

Sirius pressed her hand back in deep and Remus moaned, rolling her hips down against her to take her as deep as she possibly could. Riding the waves of ecstasy that flooded through her with every roll of Sirius’ fingers over her g-spot.

Then her hips were being shoved down harshly. Sirius’ pulled her hand from her none to gently, leaving Remus splayed across the bed. Legs spread and awful feeling of emptiness inside her. 

Sirius stepped back, gaze raking over Remus. Watching the way her cunt pulsed at the loss of her. Like it wasn’t complete without her buried inside it. Her lips quirked in satisfaction. 

She reached to trail her hands along the inside of Remus’ thighs, gently tracing and pushing them wider apart. “You’ll be mine forever.”


Her eyes blazed like diamonds in the deepest mine. Like salvation and damnation all in one. 

Remus knew it wasn’t a question. 

“Yes mistress,” she answered on a breath.

Sirius nodded and turned. Remus let her head fall back against the blanket just a moment, catch her breath as she hung near the precipice that Sirius hadn’t let her fall over. 

All of her aching with such indescribable need. But she was Sirius’ now, to do with as she wished. And she would let her come when she wanted her to. 

Groggily, Remus lifted her head. Sirius was crouched near the fireplace. Flickering flames cast her in orange light. Dancing across her mussed curls and highlighting the curves of her ample breasts that spilled over the top of her stays. Her shift riding up her creamy thighs and Remus’ mouth dropped open, a primal need in her to feel those thick thighs wrapped around her head, to have her tongue buried in Sirius’ cunt. That sounded like true heaven. 

But then Sirius turned, moving closer, something in her hand. 

She reached the end of the bed and Remus balked, eyes flying wide. 

In her hand blazed a flaming iron, and on the end of it was that same strange sigil as was on Sirius’ necklace. 

Remus tried to capture some sense in her dazed mind. But there was nothing left for her to grasp onto. Every sensible part of her was fractured and strewn to the four winds. She was gone and all she could do was watch as Sirius stepped closer. Watch as Sirius pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and knocked her knees wide again. 

“You’re mine.”

And it wasn’t a question. Remus knew it wasn’t. Knew that she had sold her soul to this woman, this otherworldly being. 

Something in her mind screamed at her, maybe that was her last vestige of rationality. Screaming at her that Sirius was something not of this world. That she had given herself over to a creature of the devil and now she was going to pay the price. But the rest of her mind didn’t care. Nothing in her could bring herself to care, to move, to fight against any of this. 

She was Sirius’ and she’d take anything she gave her. 

“You’re mine,” Sirius said again. Molten silver eyes fixed on hers. 

Remus swallowed harshly, unable to look away from her. 

“I’m yours,” she damned herself. 

Sirius sank to her knees and all Remus could see was her dark head lowering to her cunt. Laying a gentle kiss to the short curls there. 

Remus tried to rise on her elbows to see more but she fell back with a moan when Sirius sunk her fist back inside of her. Cunt pulsing at the sudden intrusion, Remus’ head spun. Crying out as Sirius ground up against her g-spot, ceiling a blur above her. All of her untethered, floating - 

Remus screamed. 

Pain, absolute pain tore through her. 

Searing.

Burning.

Throbbing and aching. 

Scorching flesh where Sirius branded her mark into her cunt. Room filling with her screams and the scent of burning and something darker - something ozone and magical, acrid and suffocating on her tongue. 

Unable to get any air, her pulse pounding in her ears the only sound she could hear. Throat burning with the cracking of her wails. 

The pain, such immense pain.

And the pleasure. Sirius’ grinding her knuckles into her g-spot and pounding into her hard. Bruisingly hard, no gentleness or care. Shoving her to the precipice and throwing her over it. 

Remus’ voice cracked. Head thrown back, limbs flailing but for Sirius pushing her legs down and lapping at her clit. Sucking hard and pounding her fist into her. Destroying her completely. 

Lights flashed behind Remus’ eyes. Every nerve in her body alight with such overwhelming pain and the pleasure that tore through after it. Cunt throbbing around Sirius’ fist as she came hard. Waves rolling on and on, never-ending ecstasy tearing through her. Ripping every cell in her body apart and forging her anew. Branded and marked, blazing iron under the blacksmiths forge that moulded and shaped her into something other - something unknown. Skin aflame, she was on fire. She was a wildfire. Uncontrolled and untameable, all but for the command of the creature on her knees before her. All hers to command, to bend to her will. Her body, her mind, her soul, all belonged to Sirius. 

Crashing and thrashing. Wave after wave of euphoria until her body was spent. Until she was shaking and sobbing on the bedsheets. Sweat and tears soaking her temples, gasps rattling her chest. 

“There you go my love,” Sirius murmured against her cunt, “my perfect girl.”

Remus whimpered, unable to make any sound more than that. 

Sirius moaned as she kissed her inner thigh. “My perfect angel, fuck you taste so good.” 

She lapped at her shaking thighs, licking up the spend of Remus’ orgasm. Shuddering at the soft warmth of her tongue after the harshness of a moment ago, Remus focussed on that feeling, pushing aside the ache of her body and the throbbing of the brand on the mound of her cunt. Sirius’ hand still buried inside, but she slowly withdrew it and Remus whined at the loss. 

But Sirius just laughed low, “Oh darling, you look so pretty like this,” she kissed Remus’ hip, “all marked up and mine, so gorgeous,” a kiss to her inner thigh, “look at you, god, you’re cunt’s still needy isn’t it.” She licked along the length of her cunt and Remus whimpered. “Fucked so open, that’s gorgeous, you’re gorgeous.” Sirius moaned as she licked at the come that still spilled from her cunt. “Taste so fucking good.” 

“Ngh!” Remus gasped high as Sirius buried her face between her legs. 

“So open and ready for me,” Sirius said between licks, “going to keep you like this, all fucked open and ready for me,” she sucked at her clit and Remus’ traitorous hips bucked, making Sirius laugh huskily. “Oh my darling, I’m going to show you so many things you never even knew about. I’m going to show you everything.”

Remus managed to loll her head to look down at Sirius, her sight blurry but she managed to focus on her. “Everything?” She asked barely above a whisper. 

Sirius’ head shot up, eyes dancing with delight. All mask and pretence gone, she looked like something impish and devilish. Wicked grin and such a spark of brightness glinting in those argentine eyes. Like oceans of mercury, heavy and suffocating but oh so beautiful. 

“Everything love. I look after what’s mine.” 

Her eyes sparked and she ducked to lap at her cunt again. “And I want to keep my pretty whore happy and well fucked.”

She wrapped her lips around Remus’ clit and sucked hard. Remus’ hips bucking at the overstimulation but Sirius just moaned against her, revelling in her reactions. Savouring the taste of her come, devouring her. 

A scrape of teeth, and Remus didn’t have it in her to cry out as she bit down this time. Just a gasp escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered shut and she went slack against the bed. Satisfaction seeping though her aching body, Sirius drinking from her. That lovely rush of bliss making her hum as it thrummed through her veins. Mind empty and overwhelming contentment taking over every part of her. 

Letting Sirius drink from her spent cunt, sucking at her clit as she fed from her. Such a divine feeling, so much and all of her nerves shattered. All she could hear were Sirius’ moans of pleasure as she took to her own needs. Floating beyond herself, beyond her body and this room. All was immaterial. Her mind gone from her in every possible way. 

Eyes, shut and pure sensation, she didn’t realise as she slipped from consciousness. 

Remus woke to gentle fingers carding through her hair. She had a moment of contentment before the aches of her body caught up to her and she groaned. 

“It’s alright love,” Sirius’ husky voice spoke in her ear, “I’ve got you, you’re okay.”

Remus hummed and let herself enjoy the feeling of Sirius’ hands in her hair. Soothing and rather doting, it felt nice to be treated as such. 

Eventually she managed to bring herself to turn over to look at Sirius. She was still in her stays and shift, the fire had burned low behind her. 

“How do you feel?” Sirius asked, voice quiet as if not to break the peace of the moment. 

She honestly didn’t know how to answer that. Her mind still felt foggy and she couldn’t parse through all the feelings swirling around inside her. So she simply burrowed into Sirius’ chest, hiding herself in the warmth and sweet floral scent of her. 

Sirius huffed a laugh, “Alright love, but I want to sleep too.” Sirius pressed a kiss to her crown and carefully pulled away. Remus pulled a face, which only make Sirius laugh properly, but that look fell the moment Sirius started untying her stays. 

Watching rapt, she took in the vision of Sirius undressing in front of her. Stays falling away and she bit her lip at the hardness of her nipples through the linen of her shift. Mind flashing with the memory of Sirius’ lips on her breasts, she wanted to know what they felt like in her mouth instead. 

Then Sirius dropped her shift and Remus bit back her whine. 

Fuck she was gorgeous. All curves and creamy skin that would look so beautiful in her hands. Her perfect curls falling over her shoulders and accentuating her sharp beauty. Such stark contrast between pale and dark, midnight and moonlight - a creature of the night if there ever was one, dangerous and seductive and utterly entrancing. 

Sirius caught her looking and winked cheekily, making Remus blush hard. But she didn’t look away. Beyond hiding her interest in any way. 

Then Sirius took a step back towards the bed and Remus jolted. Scrambling off the bed to sink to the floor in front of Sirius on her knees. 

Sirius’ raised a brow and ran her fingers through Remus’ hair, making her sigh in satisfaction. How right it felt to be supplicant before this goddess. To be on her knees in worship for something so divine. 

“Would you like a taste love?” Sirius asked, tilting Remus’ head back by the chin. 

“Please mistress,” her voice rasping as she said it. 

Sirius grinned and pulled Remus’ head to her cunt. And Remus moaned wanton. Tongue out and waiting before she even reached her. Burying herself in the heat and tart taste of her. Such sweet nectar and she felt starved. Like she had been missing the taste of her on her tongue for her whole life. Now she knew how she tasted, how she felt, now she could finally be at peace.

Eyes fluttering shut as she gave back the pleasure her mistress had given her.

Finally feeling at peace. 

The sun was high in the sky by the time Remus awoke properly. Daylight filtered through mesh covered windows and she found the bed empty beside her when she rolled over. 

Curious, she pulled on a shift and bedgown she found folded on the vanity and headed downstairs. 

The servants nodded at her as she passed, as if this was nothing abnormal, and pointed her towards the library. She opened the oaken door and smiled. 

There was Sirius, dressed in a midnight blue gown this time, sat at her desk with a furrowed brow as she poured over her letters. 

The diffuse daylight played over her, setting her softer than the fire-light had the night before. This looked like Sirius as herself. Not with any projections of elegance or seduction. Just Sirius. 

Sirius’ head snapped up at the sound of her footfalls and a brilliant smile split across her lovely face. 

“Finally awake are we?”

Remus laughed as she reached Sirius’ side, but Sirius took her by the hips and pulled her between her legs, propping her up to sit on her desk. 

“I normally rise early, but someone tired me out last night.”

A barking laugh, Sirius threw her head back, and Remus grinned at how unrestrained she now seemed.

“I should hope so,” Sirius said, and pulled her into a scorching kiss that made Remus’ head spin. 

As she pulled back she had an almost apologetic look on her face. Remus wanted so badly to kiss it away. “I’m sorry love, but we’ve got company tonight.”

Remus tilted her head, trying to pay attention, but Sirius’ cheekbones had this pretty pink flush and it was hard to focus on anything else. “Who?” She managed to ask.

“My dear friends, the Lord and Lady Potter. But you can just call them Lily and James. I should think you’ll rather like them,” she said with a wry smile. 

Remus hummed in acknowledgement, still unable to stop marvelling at the woman before her. Sirius finally seemed to catch on and huffed a laugh. Her hands wandering from Remus’ waist to the hem of her shift and starting to work it upwards. That caught Remus’ attention. 

“Here?” She stammered. 

Sirius smirked. “It’s my house. I do what I want.” And she pulled Remus’ shift up her thighs, pushing her knees apart. Remus breath came in short when Sirius hummed a pleased sound, tracing her finger over the brand mark on her cunt. 

“Looks like it’s healed well,” she mused. And she was right, it still felt a bit tender but there was no lingering ache. In fact, for all they had done last night, Remus felt better than she ever had. More alive, more free. More herself in every way. 

Sirius looked up at her, still tracing the design like she knew it by heart. “You need to eat, I’ll ring for some tea, and I’ll get Alice to find some proper clothes for you, we will get you your own ordered as soon as possible.”

Remus nodded, biting her lip, as if she had actually listened to anything she had said.

Sirius tutted and tapped at the sigil pendant around her neck. 

Remus moaned as a spark of pleasure shot through her. Gasping and grabbing for Sirius’ shoulder.

“What?” She heaved.

Sirius smirked, delight lightning in her eyes. “Oh darling, your pretty cunt belongs to me now, don’t you remember?”

Remus’ jaw dropped. “So you can do that whenever?” Sirius nodded and Remus groaned, dropping her head onto her shoulder. 

Another wave of arousal shot through her. “Mistress,” she moaned petulantly. 

Sirius just laughed, “You’re going to have to get better at hiding your reactions, not very polite around company.”

Remus’ head shot up. “You wouldn’t.”

Sirius grinned and pulled her into a kiss that was more smiles than anything else. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Sirius.”


Sirius barked a laugh, so bright and alive, “Oh love, we are going to have so much fun together.”