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Sirius didn't want to waste his day at home, not when Walburga constantly watched him with a suspicion-filled gaze. To act like a pureblood supremacist and a closet Slytherin wasn't easy for him since he had to control his unconscious thought process. The free bird had to be caged. 

He wore his usual leather jacket, got a helmet, and took out the old 1959 Triumph Bonneville T120 motorbike he owned. It wasn’t the best or the most modern, but Sirius loved it for its uniqueness. 

He knew Lily lived in Cokeworth, in the Midlands. It was a good long ride from London, but his bike wasn't ordinary. It could fly, and since he headed out without a sidecar, it was even faster. 

So he took off not far from his home and flew northward toward the small town. He was fast, and within an hour, he flew over the town that seemed colorless, quite a depressing place to live. It almost reminded him of 12 Grimmauld Place. The various lined streets with bricked buildings and a distant disused factory. It was a perfect place to call haunted. 

Which one was her house? All these buildings look identical. Sirius, with annoyance, looked around for a sign. Most homes were empty anyway, so he hoped to find some light or a sign. 

That one only has man's clothes drying. That one's too unpleasant… Aha! That must be it! Sirius noticed a Hogwarts uniform drying up and made his way toward it. 

Doing his best, he landed the motorbike without making too much noise and stopped in front of the building. It was a twin-story cul-de-sac home, so he went ahead and knocked on the plain-looking door, seemingly looking out of place in that dirty brick structure. 

Soon, the door creaked open, and a red-haired woman peeked out. She looked thin, maybe in her forties, with the same beautiful emerald eyes as Lily. Old, but she was still quite a looker. 

"Yes?"

Sirius, being the old-fashioned man he was, greeted her like one, "Good evening, Mrs Evans. I'm Lily's friend from school. Name's Sirius—"

"Black!" Mrs Evans completed his sentence, her face full of smiles. "Lily talked about you and others. Why don't you come inside, dear? I'm almost finished cooking dinner." 

He smiled and presented her with a cardboard box. "Thank you for inviting me in, Mrs Evans. I got this apple pie on the way. I hope it'll taste good."

Sirius lied. He had just picked it up from the kitchen in his house. Kreacher was going to throw it out anyway since no food was kept for more than a day at 12 Grimmauld Place. It was too beneath their pure blood. 

Mrs Evans giggled and took the box, "What a sweet young man. Please come in, and Lily is upstairs in her room. Why don't you go and chat with her while I finish cooking?" 

Sirius nodded and followed her in. Though when he looked at Mrs Evans from behind, she almost reminded him of Lily, but just a little more on the curvier side, with a strange mature allure to her. 

Must have been quite the looker in her youth. Now I know how Lily turned out so well.

"The door is on the left." Mrs Evans told him as they arrived at the stairs. "I’ll bring you some snacks in a jiffy." 

Sirius sighed in his heart, liking the woman since his mother never even talked with him that nicely. Nodding, he just went up the stairs and reached a short hallway with doors on each side. One was decorated to the brim with stickers, posters, or some other girly things. While the other was entirely empty and plain. 

It must be hers. Sirius knocked on the plain door. 

He waited, but minutes passed, and nobody opened the door. So, he just turned the knob and walked in. Surprisingly, it was empty, and the room looked quite ordinary, without much taste. He noticed a big bookcase with many magical books, and a study table with a book about potioneering open. 

"Just come in, Mum. Why were you knocking—"

As Sirius surveyed the room, he noticed a small door open at the corner of the room, and Lily was walking out. Her body was covered with nothing but a single tower, covering her bust and her intimate parts. Her long legs were bare for his eyes to feast upon. Her pale skin with freckles in some places looked as delectable as he remembered. Her wet red hair cascaded behind her back as well, making her face stand out—beautiful was an understatement in Sirius' eyes. 

"Don't scream!" Sirius yelped before Lily could react. 

Lily's face turned a little furious and reddened. She covered her breast despite it being covered already. "H-How did you get here? Why are you here?" 

"Firstly, your mum let me in. Secondly, I was worried about you. You've been ignoring me for almost a month in school. I wanted to talk to you, Lily… I thought we were friends." Sirius stepped closer to her but held back when she retreated. 

Lily scoffed, "Friends? What kind of friends fuck like animals?" 

Sirius's brows rose, as he knew Lily never used such harsh words, unless... 

"You're angry with me? What happened? If you don't tell me, I can't fix it." 

Lily glared at him. Her green eyes seemed red at that moment. Losing her shame, she strode forward and punched Sirius in the stomach, even though it did nothing. "You!... I've missed my period, Sirius! I've missed my bloody period… Do you know what that means?" 

"James?" 

"You!" She exclaimed and punched his stomach again. "It can't be him! It couldn’t be him… He's too sensitive down there… He… He finishes before we can even do it properly. He's big, but it's… useless…"

Sirius frowned, feeling a bit awkward, "I didn't need to know that about him, but I understand you. So, what's the plan? Do you need some materials to make some potions?"

"It's too late for that, it's been days…" Lily almost had a crying face. "It's all your fault! You always finish inside." 

Sirius spread his arms, feeling unreasonably accused, "I always asked where to, and you always let me finish inside—How is that my fault?" 

"You!" She glared at him and walked over to look out from the window. She rubbed her face frustratingly. Her breath was ragged, clearly angered, and in much stress, "I'll have to go to muggle hospital for a checkup." 

She must have been scared to death these past few days. No wonder she avoided me.

Sirius felt somewhat guilty and wondered how he could help her. He honestly had no idea since even Lily couldn’t think of a potion to solve the issue. So, he tried to do the next best thing and console her. 

"Lily… No matter what, I'm with you. I'll take you to the muggle hospital," He got closer to her. "I'd have said the same thing if you had told me about this in school. It was a mutual thing between us. We’re close friends—I won't chicken out now." 

Sensing her shoulder relaxing, Sirius stepped forward. He tried to comfort her by placing his warm hands on her shoulders and looking down from over her right shoulder. 

Lily tensed for a split second but then relaxed. Instead of removing his hands from her bare naked shoulder, she touched them, placing her palm over them. 

"Why did you look so annoyed all the time in school?" Sirius asked her. 

Lily sighed and tiredly let her head fall forward. "I love James… But he's not very… He tries to make up for it with his fingers, but he doesn't know how to. He ends up hurting me, but to keep him happy, I just act like I enjoy it."  

Sirius sighed, wondering how the hell his good friend turned out like that. But it made sense now why James always looked happy while Lily was disappointed. The man was living in an illusion. 

"He wants to marry you," Sirius revealed something that had been eating him inside. "He told me a few days ago, and ever since, I’ve been losing my mind. On the one hand, I enjoyed it with you, but on the other, I feel guilty."

Lily straightened her back and turned around. She soon found her peaks pressed on Sirius' chest as she looked up to match his eyes, "I know you're not a bad guy, Sirius. I enjoyed my time with you. To be honest, I’m even more afraid now, knowing I might actually agree to marry James." 

Sirius abruptly chuckled, "Aren't we too young to be talking about marriage?" 

Lily smiled and rolled her eyes, "Why is the ‘Lone Wolf of Hogwarts’ so worried? Are you afraid I’d tell James before we get married? Don’t be silly. I’m not that naive… not anymore, anyway. You made sure of that." 

“Who gave me such a lame title?” Sirius chuckled. 

“The day-dreaming second and third-year girls, who else? They're dying to see what's under your robes...” Lily smirked.

Sirius licked his lips as he felt them go dry. He took a deep breath and glanced at her breasts pressed onto him. He could make out the cleavage. It aroused him, and his erection responded quickly, immediately bulging near her stomach. He was sure she felt it too, "I was wondering if you still wanted this teacher to give you another lesson? Maybe a parting one?" 

Fuck! What the hell am I saying? I came here to end this.

Lily's heart beat much faster, as if she was going to burst into rage at any moment, "After everything, you're still asking that?" 

Sirius nervously released her waist. "Sorr—"

"Ummmmh…!" 

Lily jumped, slammed her lips onto his, and like a hungry lioness, invaded his mouth with her firm, smooth tongue. She grabbed Sirius' head with both palms and leaned in to kiss him harder. Continuously, she hummed under her breath as if saying something. But her lust was so out of control that she refused to stop kissing and speak clearly. 

Shocked at first, Sirius soon wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her passionately. He explored her warm tongue as well, turning and twisting around her wetness, tasting her quite literally. 

"T-Teach me… Umh…" Lily attempted to speak in between. "Sirus… I w-want y-umm-ou to…" 

For a split second, she pulled back her face and glared into Sirius' eyes fiercely. "Teach me everything you got." 

Sirius was rock solid by then. He slid his hands down and held onto her firm, shapely ass. He picked her up. Lily responded in kind and lifted one of her legs to his side. With that, Sirius felt her towel rise, and he took the chance to hold onto her bare soft behind. She felt smooth and warm, and he enjoyed kneading her ass. Slowly, he brought his fingers closer to her other hole and began to tease it with one finger. Lily moaned onto his face and began licking his neck after exploring his mouth. Her red hair twirled around wildly. Her lithe body was perfect to hold as she easily reached all over his face and neck to kiss or bite. 

Sirius also kissed her neck the entire time while kneading her back. But eventually, he felt she was wet enough and decided to remove the towel entirely and pushed her onto the bed without holding back. 

Knock! Knock!

"Dears, I brought snacks," 

"Fuck!" Lily cursed, a wild and rare sight. She immediately jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom again. By the time the door opened, it was just Sirius and his painful erection that he forcefully clenched between his thighs to hide. Sitting on the bed while crossing his legs, he acted like there was nothing wrong.

Mrs Evans walked into the room, her face full of smiles as usual, "Have some orange juice and biscuits." 

"Thank you, Mrs Evans," Sirius acted normal and went up to eat some. "Lily is in there." 

Mrs. Evans giggled as if she suspected something, and left the room. "I’ll call you two down when dinner's ready." 

Sirius waited until she went down the stairs before sprawling to his feet and locking the door for good measure. Then, he began taking his clothes off because it was getting damn hot in there. "She's gone."

Clack!

The bathroom's door knob turned, and it opened with a creek. With a soft giggle, Lily's long, smooth legs came out, and surprisingly, the towel seemed missing. After that, she walked out confidently but with her eyes closed. There wasn’t a single piece of cloth covering her body. 

The delightful sight made Sirius hungry. He tried to plant that image in his mind, observing her from head to toe and savoring her. The blushing, oval face with thin smiling lips. Her supple body with light curves, and her perky twin peaks and beautiful pink tips with small areolas. Looking below, her slightly wider hips only enhanced her alluring charm; the thin trimmed line of her dark red pubes was sexy. And the heart-shaped gap between her thighs and slit was—hypnotizing.

Sirius whistled, "Good heavens, that's a sight I can never get bored of. But why don't you open your eyes too?" 

"What do you m—"

Lily looked and kept on looking. Right on her bed, Sirius was lying back, resting on the mound of pillows. Completely naked, his hard erection standing upright, stiff, and as if calling her closer with each pulsating throb. Its deep pink tip was swollen, almost gleaming under the light. 

Beyond that, she couldn't help but bite her lips. The sight of Sirius was comparable to something wild. His shoulder-length curly hair, the various lockets around his neck, and the tattoos. At the same time, he wasn't bulky and yet muscular and tanned. His broad shoulders, strong chest and visible abs. 

However, what aroused Lily, to the point she felt her warm folds going damp, were the light hair on Sirius' chest and legs, while his member rested in clean. He looked like a 'man,' and for now, this man was hers. 

Sirius smirked as this was perhaps the first time she was seeing his bare naked body so clearly in a brightly lit room, "Come on, come here. Crawl to me like a good little kitty." 

"W-What?!" she exclaimed and covered her breast shyly.  

Sirius sighed and took a firmer tone, "Lily Evans, are you going to disobey your teacher now?" 

A sudden, exciting shiver ran down Lily's body and tender wet fronds. Her whole body felt hot, and she started to approach him, "I understand, Professor Black." 

"Oh," Hearing Lily's calling in such a sultry tone made his cock twitch, "Hips high, shoulders low." 

"Understood, Professor." Lily couldn't believe she was doing it. She had no damn clue where all her shyness had vanished and how she was mustering some courage. But the rushing heartbeat made her feel thrilled. 

Slowly, Lily crawled forward on all fours. Her red hair was a mess since she had just bathed. Her hips swayed in the air, her breasts rocked with every movement, and her cheeks blushed with excitement and shyness. Sirius could feel the thrill of the game building up inside him, each moment she got closer.

Her green eyes remained plastered on his thick member as she licked her lips and approached it, "Am I allowed to taste it, Professor?" 

Sirius nodded and watched as Lily lowered her head toward his shaft. Her ass rose up behind her, giving him a beautiful view. But soon, he gasped when her tongue touched the tip. Her hands quickly wrapped around him whole, and she began to stroke him. 

"Do you like this?" She asked while keeping her eyes locked with Sirius'. She opened her mouth and let a wad of spit fall from her lips onto his swollen, throbbing tip. Immediately after, she began rubbing her hands around his entire length and twisting her wrist. Her other hand cupped his balls, and she began to stretch or play with them. 
"Ugh…" Sirius had never experienced that. His climax was already building up as his hips rose involuntarily. 

"Did I wake up a wild tigress or something?" He jokingly asked since he had no idea who this Lily was. 

She smirked and lowered her face. She gave a soft peck to his member and began to take him in mouth. It wasn't easy to take the whole length in, so she took what she could and let her saliva coat his shaft. Then, she took it out and tilted her head to the side, and licked the glistening cock down to the balls while jerking him off with her hand. She grabbed the balls then and pulled them closer to her mouth, giving a soft suckle on the sack. 

"Damn… Lily!" Sirius genuinely felt ecstasy like never before and bucked up. His hands involuntarily went to her head as he dug his fingers into the red hair. 

"Ummh…" She moaned while taking his length back in her mouth, and finally using her tongue to stroke him inside her mouth. She cupped his girth tightly, resting her tongue on the underside of his cock, pressing his hot tip at times. She had already tasted the precum, and she seemed set on getting everything out. 

"No… This isn’t fair." Sirius said in an intoxicated tone, grabbed Lily by her shoulder, and pulled her up. "I want to taste you too." 

"What do you m—" 

Her confusion was soon answered as Sirius rotated her body as he rested down flat on the bed. With that, Sirius got a full view of the moistness between her legs. She was on all fours, with him between her legs, exposed in every way. Her face was touching his hard erection, while her slick wetness was tingling from his breath.

Sirius didn't let her catch a breath, rounded his arms around her outer thigh, and cupped her ass cheeks. He pulled her down onto his face and began licking her delicate, juicy slit. He flicked her dainty little clitoris with his tongue, and caressed the lips, around and in between.

"Aah!" Lily moaned in sudden pleasure. 

But Sirius had only begun. As he licked her folds and her tight entrance, he was able to lick and suck her clit. He then invaded her with his tongue and let her feel his warm saliva and breath while tasting her. 

At the same time, he used his hands cupping her cheeks and slid one finger at her back entrance, teasing it with soft pushes, almost entering but never fully. 

"Sirius! Ah!" She abruptly jolted in his mouth, coming close to her climax. But she didn't ignore him and took him in her mouth, squeezing his girth with her hand, playing with the balls. The sound of their wet squelches rang in their ears—the scent of their sex they both enjoyed. 

"Mmm, umm…" Lily moaned with her mouth filled with him. 

However, they both didn't want to climax in each other's mouths. 

"Let's move on to the main thing," Sirius said, shifting quickly. He sat up on the edge of the bed, and Lily straddled his lap, facing him. 

Sirius didn't impale her right away and instead licked her neck, making her draw in her stomach. His hands caressed her breasts and licked each of her rosy, erect nipples, sucking them into his mouth while trying to eat more of her flesh. 

"Oh… yes, that feels good!" Her back arched back, pushing her breast towards him. Her moans increased sensually. She purred when Sirius moved to her neck again and giggled when he went to the side of her face and nibbled her ear lobes. But she had enough and firmly held his head in one place and pushed her lips on his. 

Sirius didn't want to kiss that much, as it was a level of intimacy that induced feelings. So he quickly lowered his hands and cupped her asscheeks. He placed her legs around his waist and then slowly stood up while holding her. 

His throbbing tip rested at her burning entrance. But he didn't push in until she asked for it. He just kept teaching her, feeling her squirm in his arms, kneading her ass, and scaring her with the tip of his finger, nudging her back entrance.

"Your cock feels so hot, I want it in me!" 

Sirus' eyebrows rose, "Such words? I didn't expect them from Lily Evans, but I like the sound of it." 

She giggled and looked at his face, her own flushed with an intoxicating look, "Maybe I’m the true Lily—A real Gryffindor." 

Sirius twitched, brimming with lust, "Should I punish this dirty little student then?"
Lily knew what was to come and nestled her face on his shoulder, between his curly hair. "Umhum… Punish me… Sirius!" 

That was it. Sirius couldn't hold himself. He raised Lily a little and lowered her onto his throbbing cock. She instantly moaned as he began to fill her up. His sweltering, glazed length vanished inside her slowly. But Sirius had no plan of being gentle this time and continued to lower her even when it became too tight. 

"Aaah!" She moaned with a mixture of pain. 

Sirius beckoned his hips a little, releasing her tightness. Then, he pushed in again, feeling the arousing sensation of her sticky wetness. A tickle itched his shaft suddenly, and his balls tightened. He knew his final moment of ecstasy wasn’t too far, so he tried all he could to hold it in. 

"Your pussy is eating me up, Lily." He said in her ear as he began to thrust in and out even faster. "Is this what you wanted?" 

Her arms around his neck only strengthened, and her agreeing hum came. She was in too much pleasure to say anything. Otherwise, her loud moans would alert the entire house. 

“Say it Evans, say it… Tell me what you want. Tell me how you want it.” He whispered with a firm tone.

Sirius grinned and used his finger to invade her other hole as well, not too much, but enough to shake her up. 

"Uh!" She grunted in his ear heavily when he did that, a little afraid and thankful it was only one finger. She was a bit annoyed, but this was her first time, the first time both holes ached with craving, wanting him even more, even deeper, harder, faster. Her body tensed up. Her hips wiggled erratically. 

Sirius chuckled and began thrusting his entire length into her repeatedly. Her insides fought him, the tightening force trying to stop him but only ending up giving him even more pleasure. 

“Is this what you want, Evans? Tell me…” He growled into her neck, muffled to the world but wild and untamed in Lily’s ears. “I want to hear you say it.”

"Ooh… Yes… Mmmh… Sirius." She lost herself and began moaning. "I want it. I want it all. Your cock is so good… Ah… Harder… Please. Deeper inside me, take me… Harder." 

Sirius hummed in agreement. His cock felt too damn good. Her inner muscles worked like magic along his length, twitching and pulsing, sucking every inch. The toes of his feet curled as it took his everything not to cum inside her right away. 

But what he didn't notice were Lily's toes curled just like him. The entire time, she kept kissing his neck, licking his ear, and whispering words. 

"Fuck me… Harder… Fuck me like crazy…" 

Sirius's arousal only increased, and he fucked her harder. His glistening cock rocked inside her as her hips clapped with his thighs. Lily arched her back to grind pussy on him as well, wanting to feel more of him. Bucking and arching, colliding with each thrust, deeper and stronger.

"Hmm?" 

All of a sudden, Sirius noticed something. He knew the sensation of their combined sticky fluids dripping down on his legs. But this time, it felt different, and his nose particularly sensed something. 

He looked down, "Blood?" 

Lily's eyes opened as well, and she tried looking down. Using one hand, she touched her slit and socked her finger in their juices, grazing past his member still inside her. She looked and noticed blood on her finger, and right away, a massive smile radiated on her sexy, blushing face. 

"Ummmm!" She kissed Sirius intensely. "I'm not pregnant! My period was only late, Sirius… Oh, this is such a relief." 

"Let's celebrate then!" Sirius said and plunged his length with a strong push. It earned Lily's crying moan. Her tongue came out as she gasped, and her eyes widened. "Don't forget to take the potion this time." 

"Yes! Yes! Oh yes…!"

Sirius began to fuck Lily with reckless abandon. He made her jump in his arms as he lifted her hips with his hands. Her breasts rocked, and her red hair violently shuffled around on her face, only to get dirty with their combined sweat. 

He impaled her with his entire length and enjoyed the sensation of his cock slamming into her trembling tight walls. Her insides were silky and hot. He pounded her mercilessly, and she pressed herself down to meet his every upward thrust. They kept the rhythm going for a long few minutes. Lily, mainly felt more sensitive and pulled Sirius' hair from behind his head, and grinded herself on his length each time her hips met his thighs. 

She wriggled her hips to earn some additional grinds on her clit, drawing a circle that drove Sirius even more crazy. Soon, she began to shiver against his body, and her walls contracted even tighter, approaching her release. 

"Sirius! Oh, oh, oooh… Hmmm… I'm going to come… I'm going to fucking come!" She moaned into his ears. "Fuck me, fuck me… Don't stop, please!" 

Lily’s breath was fast and hard, gasping at his thrusts. Her belly sucked in as her hips bucked forward. Her wet walls began to squeeze around his girth, making it hard for him to impale her. But he continued, and she loved it even more. The incredible climax came closer, overwhelming spasms took her to the peak, and at last, she came with loud moans, releasing a thick, creamy nectar that made it easier for Sirius to fuck her. 

"I'm going to… Where do you want it?" Sirius asked, his sweaty face closer to hers. 

She was still not done with her climax and twitched on his thrusting force. "I-Inside… I'll drink potion… Don’t pull out!" 

Sirius didn't ask again as he felt his climax reaching the tip. He used his arms to furiously raise her up and plunge her down while moving his hips to fuck her madly. His girth enjoyed the help of her juices.

Then, suddenly, he felt an itch developing in the base of his balls, which soon made his length throb. His hips moved forward, and the rest of his cock filled her insides as his seeds painted her walls. He let go himself to the pleasure, groaning and spasming a few times as he filled her to the brim, more than ever before. 

He continued to fuck her but at a slower pace, a few good minutes until he felt his length going limp at last. A combination of their release and blood mixed piled on the floor. But Sirius didn't take a look as he felt exhausted. 

He just turned around and fell on his back on the bed, keeping Lily on top of himself. His length was out, so she straightened her legs and rested her head on his chest. Her face, blushed as red as her hair, was in no state of talking or going downstairs anymore. 

Sirius heaved long breaths and placed his palms on her firm hips, kneading them and teasing the puckered hole of her rear. 

"Sirius, I'm not letting you try that—like ever."  

Sirius rolled his eyes and caressed the back of her head instead, "We'll see. But for now, I seriously need a bath."  

"Me too," Lily responded. "Hah… Let's take it together." 

Under Lily's belly, Sirius' cock twitched again. "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back." 

"Who's asking you to?" She cheekily giggled and tried to stand up. 

Sirius was ready for round two and raised himself up while keeping Lily in his arms. He picked her up in a princess carry and started walking to the bathroom.
 
Though, he couldn't help but feel pity for someone. God damn, James. I need to find a fucking cure for your cock. Otherwise, you're going to waste this fine woman as a wife.

Knock! Knock!

"Lily. Are you done eating the snacks? I need the dishes, dears." 

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[A/N: This one is somewhat plot-heavy. But eventually, the plot does thicken.]

As the knocks came, Sirius and Lily's faces immediately turned to the door. Panic struck as they noticed the puddle of their sex juices was on the floor. 

"Fuck!" Sirius cursed. 

Lily jumped from his arms and grabbed her wand from the study table, "Yes, we did… A bit too much." 

She flicked it, and instantly, the floor was cleaned. Then, with a few more swishes of her wand, the clothes in the drawer flew onto her body—a knee-length brown skirt and a white half-sleeved top. She quickly put a towel on her head to hide her messy hair and pushed naked Sirius into the bathroom along with his clothes. 

"It's open, Mum!" She shouted and acted normal while sitting on her bed, as there was a small blood stain on it. The room smelled of her perfume, which she used to mask the other scents. 

Mrs Evans walked in and looked around, "Where is your friend?" 

"Bathroom," Lily replied, her tone apathetic. "He's a bit too narcissistic about his looks—especially that curly hair. Every few minutes, he uses water to keep them in shape." 

Mrs Evans giggled and took the dishes. "Well, he's a handsome young man, so it's normal. Anyway, both of you can come downstairs in fifteen minutes. Dinner is ready." 

Lily watched as her mother left and closed the door. Without making any noise, she locked it and walked over to the bathroom door, whispering, "She's gone." 

"Join me for a bath then." Sirius voiced from inside, the shower already running. 

"We can't. Mum called us downstairs for dinner." 

Bam!

Sirius abruptly opened the door, appearing in all his naked glory. "Come on, Miss Evans. Do you really want to sit with your parents with my cum still in you?" 

Lily turned red, not very used to talking dirty unless she lost control, "You won't behave, and we'll be late. She might come back up here!" 

Sirius chuckled and just pulled her in by her hand and quickly took off her top. "Nothing intimate; it's just a bath, Lily. I can use a hand to scrub my back." 

"Ugh… Fine." 

She took off her clothes right away and stepped under the shower with Sirius. His hands always remained on her body, rubbing, touching her everywhere, and holding her close. His erection had returned long ago and pressed above her belly, poking her as if it was asking for something special. 

"Sirius, I can't now…" 

"I know, I know." Sirius chuckled, noticing her conflicted face. He knew if there was time, she'd have gone for it. "Just clean yourself, quickly." 

With his reassurance, both of them used some soap and bathed. Of course, Sirius couldn't help his mischievous hands and, in the name of helping her, touched her all over, arousing her further. Lily did the same, spending a little too much time cleaning his member. 

But thankfully, they only spent ten minutes in the shower. They used magic to dry themselves and clothe up quickly. Lily needed more time to manage her hair, however, so Sirius got out of the bathroom and looked around the room, particularly at the wall full of books.

She sure loves potions. He muttered while reading the names of books. 

History of Magic, How to fly?, Game of magic, Legend of Immortal Heart, Potions of antiquity… Wait!

All of a sudden, Sirius found himself pulled back to the previous book. He took it out and reread the name, "Legend of Immortal Heart? What's this? A children's storybook?" 

"It's a legend." Lily walked out of the bathroom, looking hot enough that Sirius felt like grabbing her and going for another round on the bed. Her milky thighs were quite a standout in that brown skirt. "It's an eastern legend about a Chinese Philosopher who found a way to be immortal. But he lived for so long that he eventually killed himself, calling immortality a curse." 

Sirius looked back at the book, forcing himself to take his eyes off the pretty redhead, "Can I borrow it? Might give this a try." 

"Sure," She didn't even bother thinking about it. "Let's go downstairs now before they get suspicious."

Lily went ahead and opened the door. Sirius walked behind her, enjoying the view of her swaying hips. 

"Tsk!" The adjacent door also opened just then, and a dark-haired, long-faced girl came out in old-fashioned clothes. She had quite a long neck and a particularly ugly face as she sneered at Lily and Sirius. "What are you up to now, Lily? Bringing boys to your room? Does father know about th—"

Sniff! Sniff!

Sirius began to make loud noise from his nose as if he was inhaling something. It shut the woman up and made her curious, "What are you? A dog?" 

Sirius almost bellowed in laughter, as he was indeed a dog, a very horny one at that, "No… But I think I smell something. Don't you, Lily?" 

"It's probably the food downstairs," Lily said. 

But Sirius didn't stop and stepped up toward the woman, Petunia Evans, he presumed. He sniffed at her and sneered, "Ugh... Lily, do you smell something too? Bitter, like sour grapes?" 

"..."

"Pff…" Lily tried to hold in her laughter the best she could and dragged Sirius downstairs by his arm. "You’re crazy! She'll remember that for the rest of her life now." 

Sirius, being the madman he was, waved at Patunia, "If you want a wizard boyfriend, tell me anytime. I know a few who'd be interested."

As long as you're alive and a woman. He didn't say that part out loud. 

Sirius followed Lily downstairs and found Mr Evans there as well, sitting at the dinner table and reading some papers. The man looked like an average ordinary guy on the street that most would ignore while passing by. 

Likely in his late forties and with a dad-bod, the man looked uninterested in almost everything around him. 

"Hello, Mr Evans. I'm Sirius Black, of House Black. Lily's classmate, I came to borrow a book." Sirius introduced himself like a gentleman. 

Mr Evans nodded at him and got back to reading the paper. 

Seeing the man making no big deal out of it, Sirius went ahead and sat down beside Lily at the table. Meanwhile, Mr. Evans sat at the left edge, Mrs. Evans at the right edge, and Patunia at the other side. It was a small square table, so Sirius and Lily were almost cramped together on one side. 

It didn't take long for Lily to turn red. Her eyes glared at Sirius beside her as she gritted her teeth. But to act normal, she tried to eat some food. Still, her legs responded on their own. 

"The food is amazing, Mrs Evans." Sirius complimented the pretty red-haired woman. While his left hand was secretly squeezed between Lily's thighs, his fingers were already inside her still-moist slit. She hadn't worn any undergarments, so Sirius took advantage to his heart's content.

"Umh…" 

"Lily? Do you have a fever? Why do you look so red?" Mrs Evans suddenly asked as Lily breathed out a bit too loud. 

Lily smiled at that and ate her dinner. "No, Mum. I'm fine—just had a long hot shower."

Sirius smirked and plunged two of his fingers into her warm folds, feeling her silky smooth walls inside. The sensation aroused him as a painfully hard erection rose in his pants. 

Lily was too scared, so she didn't dare to use her hand on him. But her insides twitched and contracted, sucking on his fingers. She sometimes took a deep breath to make it rigid down there, trying to stop him from going further.

But that didn't stop Sirius from playing with her. He felt her skirt getting wet, and his fingers found it easier to slide in and out. Her warm, tightening walls around his fingers made him want to just take her upstairs and enter her with his cock. 

But the dinner soon came to an end, and Sirius finished eating the dessert, a cheesecake that Mrs. Evans had baked. He savored it and, at last, pulled out his fingers from her intoxicating warmth. 

"How was the cake?" Mrs Evans asked. 

Sirius, like the mad dog he was, licked his finger—not the one he used to eat food, however. "Amazing, Mrs Evans, must have been your finest creation. It was so sweet."

Lily felt like slamming her face on the plate. But still, she couldn't help but feel excited and rub her thighs together. It was very risky, but it was so damn exhilarating. 

"I should head home now. It'll take me time to reach London on my bike." Sirius stood up. Thankfully, his erection wasn't there anymore. "Thank you for having me, Mr and Mrs Evans." 

Mrs Evans gasped, bringing her palm to her face. "London? Dear, that's so far away. You can stay the night here. Go back in the morning." 

"Really?" Sirius almost shouted excitedly because he knew that would mean a whole night of uninterrupted sex.

"No!" Lily exclaimed and stood up. She grabbed Sirius' arm and dragged him toward the exit. "He's a wizard, Mum—a very rich one. His motorbike can fly, so don't worry." 

"I think I'm out of fuel." Sirius tried to fight for it, teasingly, of course. 

Lily sighed and soon brought him out of the house. She stopped after reaching the motorbike and softly pushed him to leave, "Just go now, Sirius."

"What a friend you are, throwing me away like this," Sirius feigned a puppy look. "Despite the amazing times we had." 

Lily didn't melt and glared at him, standing with her arms crossed under her mounds, "We'll have plenty more opportunities." 

So that wasn't our last? I like the sound of that! Sirius thought, feeling delighted that she was now accepting their weird relationship. 

In time, he kick-started his old motorbike and waved goodbye before driving off. He took a turn to the main street of the old dirty town and used it as a runaway. It was quite noisy at that time of the night, and before anybody could shout at him, he wore his goggles. 

"Here we g—" He paused mid-sentence as a few figures appeared before him, "Severus?"

"Black." Severus Snape, in black robes, sneered. 

"If it isn't the famous Sirius Black?" Just then, a tall, blonde man walked ahead of the crowd of men. "I heard something interesting from your father recently." 

Sirius cursed under his breath, having to act like a pureblood supremacist to protect his claim on the Black inheritance, "You heard it right, Lucius."

"It’s Lord Malfoy now." Lucius Malfoy proudly said, his face always brimming with a diplomatic smile. "But you may use the first name—we're going to be family, after all. Narcissa and I will be married soon, and it’s wonderful to know you’ve returned to the right path."

She agreed to marry this snob? Is she blind? Sirius wondered as he considered Narcissa the smart one out of all his sisters.

"Congratulations, Luci—"

"What are you doing here?" Snape interrogated. 

Sirius pulled out the book he got from Lily, "Evans promised to give me this book, so I came to get it. Besides, she’ll soon be a Potter. It's better to sow the seeds now than regret it later." 

Quite literally. He didn't say that part out loud. 

Lucius smiled widely, liking Sirius' wicked planning, "Wonderful! Say, would you like to join us tonight? We were on our way to a special gathering of… like-minded people. If any, you'd understand how important it is to our kind that we keep strong social connections with each other."

Is this fool offering to show me all the fools I need to be wary of? This is great!

"Why not? I was going home anyway." Sirius got off his motorbike and parked it at the side. 

"Hold this." Lucius raised his noble stick. 

Woosh!

Instantly, they all apparated away. It was likely a secret underground location, as Sirius found no windows anywhere after arriving. His first instincts screamed that this was the devil's den. But he composed himself and looked around. The place was filled with people, and there were plenty of big names from the side of the world he disliked. 

Lucius quickly led them to a section of the underground hall, "Narcissa, look who came along."

She's here too? Sirius wasn’t shocked but slightly amused by her presence. 

He stared at her face, and she did the same. She was wearing a black long skirt, tight around her hips, that accentuated her figure. On top, she was wearing a form-fitting white shirt with an old-style flowery pattern around the neck. Her clothes were meant to seem alluring from the looks of them, as her fit curves were quite charming. Her face was perfect with light makeup, red lipstick, and her loosely tied hair.

"Why don't you show him around? Introduce him to some of the members before 'he' arrives?" Lucius suggested.

Narcissa wasted no time and walked away with Sirius by her side. She spoke only after they were a distance away, and her manner of speaking seemed suppressed, "What are you doing here, Sirius? You hated such gatherings."

Sirius scoffed, playing his part, "Consider that willful ignorance, Narcissa. But I couldn’t ignore my duties anymore as heir to the House Black."

"Heir? The inheritance! Is that why you're acting?!" She confronted him.

Sirius shrugged and led her to a secluded corner, "No, I couldn't care less about money. Influence—that's the real treasure of the Black Family. And I couldn't stand aside and watch as my family is slowly corrupted, lured away to be used by others—my little brother bullied and forced to do things he doesn’t want to do." 

"We’re not family anymore," Narcissa pointed it out to him. "The blood we share is thin, and we need no protection from you." 

Sirius scoffed and decided to head to the side, away from her. "Whatever you say won't change my mind. I’m in all this as long as my family isn’t hurt—once they‘re thrown to the frontlines to die as pawns, I’ll do what I must to protect what’s mine."

"Walburga won't let you become the Lord of House Black, Sirius. She doesn't trust you." Narcissa warned him before he left. 

Sirius just laughed and waved without looking at her, "We'll see. Oh, by the way, congratulations on your engagement to your 'dream guy' Narcissa."

Wanting to eat and drink something good, Sirius went to where the food was and ate to his heart's content. Not many were near him since everyone was more interested in making 'connections.' 

"Ugh—There's a fly in here," He annoyedly swatted his hand around while eating. "Better go somewhere alone and contact them secretly." 

Sirius placed the plate back and looked around to find somewhere secluded. Soon, he noticed a path leading to the bathroom, so he headed there. Once inside, he entered an enclosed stall and took out his wand. 

"Alright… Let's see…" He mumbled. "...stupify."

Abruptly, he cast a spell in a hushed voice. He hit a very tiny target, a little beetle from the looks of it. Wasting no time, he used transfiguration to turn the toilet paper into a small glass bottle. Then he carried the beetle inside of it. 

Can't say coming here wasn't fruitful. I caught something quite nice. He left the bathroom and began looking around for a way out. 

It took him quite some time, but he eventually exited the underground hall by following the house elves. He climbed the stairs and left the building quickly, only to realize he was at Malfoy’s mansion. 

Tick! Tick!

"Oh! You're awake?" Sirius felt the small glass jar move in his pocket. "Don't worry, I'll soon release you—sneaky pest." 

Sirius quickly used apparition to arrive at Diagon Alley. It was late at night, so all the shops and streets were deserted. But he entered one building and a particular locked office room inside. After turning all the lights on in the room, he took out the glass jar and opened the cap. 

The beetle instantly jumped out and began to change form. Slowly, it grew bigger and bigger, eventually appearing humanoid. After a few seconds, a blonde woman in a silky dark blue dress stood there, panting for some air. 

"Why did you do that…" The woman cried out and coughed. 

Sirius poured some water into the glass on the table and pushed it to her, "What do we have here? A Daily Prophet junior journalist, an illegal animagi, entering the private party of the pureblood supremacists? If word got out—Not even your hair would be left in this world."

"NO!" She yelped. "Don't tell them, please! They’ll kill me. I-I'm Rita Skeeter, I can pay you for…" 

"Money? Haha, I'm Sirius Black. You think I need money?" Sirius casually sat in the wooden chair and placed his feet on the table. "So, did you find anything interesting in there? And before you say anything, remember, your life depends on a single word from me."

Rita Skeeter stood beyond the table, her body shivering in fright. Being caught as an illegal animagi could send her to Azkaban, and being caught by purebloods could send her to death. "I-I heard… t-the Dark Lord was going to address the gathering."

I escaped on time then. Sirius sighed with relief in his heart. 

"What else?" he questioned. 

"I heard about a plan." Rita slowly began to regain her composure. "T-they talked about starting their plan to eradicate blood traitors and mudbloods. They are going to attack and kill—I couldn't find out about anything else. Please, believe me. I’m just a new hire. I was only looking for a big story… I won’t tell anyone, not this story!" 

Sirius hummed and stood up. He stepped around the table and began to walk around Rita while taking her form in his gaze. 

She was somewhat older than him but quite a beauty. Her blonde hair, an oval face, and that full body of hers were hidden underneath the tight dark blue dress. The black stockings underneath as well—it was quite alluring. But the most unique part was her glasses, which she kept below her gaze. 

He walked behind her and saw her wide, soft hips screaming to be freed from her tight skirt. Stepping in front of her, he noticed the hills on her chest, similar to her behind—begging to be released. 

This is on you, Lily. You should've let me stay. Sirius made a convenient excuse for himself.

"You're probably the bravest person I know. To enter such a dangerous place, just for a story." Sirius complimented her, unable to take his eyes off her wide protruding hips. 

Rita proudly straightened her back and fixed her glasses with one hand, "I merely did my job, Mr. Black. The reward outweighs the risk. All the best stories do." 

Sirius slowly moved closer to her while going in circles around her, "Aren’t you afraid of what they would have done if a beautiful woman like you was caught?"
Rita smiled and tried to turn as Sirius moved. "That's why the animagus comes in handy. I had never been caught before." 

"In that case." Sirius stopped and folded his arms. "What will you do now that I know your secret?"

Alert and frightened, Rita looked at him in uncertainty. It was a fact that her fate now rested in his hands. "I… If you keep this a secret, I'm willing to do anything—I'm sure the heir to the Black family can use my help at times." 

"Your help? Do you think your chief editor would refuse if I requested something from him? Something like… firing a new, freshly hired, young journalist?" Sirius asked, almost taunting her. "How about an exchange instead? You will write a few stories in the Daily Prophet that may or may not be beneficial to me."

Rita almost cursed hearing that demand, but she knew she was in no position to haggle. "Then… I hope for something in return."

"Say it."

"You're a Black. You're close to many powerful families, part of groups that I can’t enter. I want information and events that I can exclusively report as my articles. The higher I rise, the more you can use my expertise." She demanded a brilliant and thought-out request. 

True, the more credible she appears, the more I’ll be able to use her. 

"You will have to earn that reward from me," Sirius replied, smirking. He walked back to the wooden chair and sat down, "How you do it—I leave it to you." 

Rita had noticed his lustful gaze exploring her body. It was a feeling all too common to her. She wasn't dumb to not see the meaning behind his demands. He wanted what most men wanted from her, but she rarely gave in to them. 

She smirked and walked toward Sirius on her noisy heels. She swayed her hips a little more, appearing far more alluring in her dark blue figure-hugging dress. Her curves were fine, and her body was enticing. 

She walked to the right side of the chair and slowly lowered herself on his lap from the side, eventually resting her soft bottom on his thighs and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I said I'd do anything—And I truly meant anything." 

Sirius smirked and caressed his hand softly on her back, and slowly rubbed down to her thin waist, and onto her full hips, before strongly cupping her asscheek with one hand. It was soft as a feather and heavy, allowing him to sink his hands into her flesh. "Earn it." 

Rita smirked and moved herself on the chair to straddle his lap. With a flick of her wand, she removed the chair's armrest, making it comfortable for her to move. Then with no shame, she pulled her long tight skirt up to her waist, revealing her milky full thighs, covered with black stockings. “You know older women have more experience, right? Young man…”

Sirius caressed her legs with an intense hunger when he heard her words. “No doubt, you must have some experience from your years in Hogwarts, Me Lady?”

On their own, his hand sank between her legs and began to rub her slit. She wasn't ready yet, so he teased her with his thumb, earning some superficial moan from her. 

“Let’s not kiss and tell…” Rita pounced on Sirius’ neck, kissing him fervently using her tongue. Her hands slowly unbuttoned his black shirt and tried to remove it with Sirius' help. In no time, he was bare-chested, showcasing his toned body and tattoos. 

She licked her lips at the sight of him, admiring the younger stallion she was soon to taste, and sank her lips to his chest, playing with Sirius' nipples. It tickled him so much that he almost jolted up. But he wanted to see how far she was willing to go. 

"I’ll earn it. You can be sure about that." Rita began to take off her blouse. She unbuttoned the blazer-like dark blue silky dress and threw it off. Her full, plump, round breasts instantly came into view, clad in a black bra with curly patterns. Her milky pale skin was a delight, especially seeing her platinum blond hair caressing them with every move. Sirius didn’t wait anymore and started devouring them. 

He cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed tight, not caring to remove the bra. The softness was just perfect, and she instantly felt warm. 

"Ah… You're being naughty." Rita moaned and scolded teasingly, looking at his face from above her glasses. 

Merlin, she looks hot with glasses. Sirius thought. Like a freshly budding new Professor.

He wasted no time and grabbed her bra from the middle before pulling it with force, instantly breaking the hooks behind and taking it off with force. 

"Oh!" He exclaimed, seeing the jiggle. Her perfect mounds were full and perky. The pink areola was big, and the erect bare tips throbbed. He captured one between his lips and pinched them hard, suckling them and teasing with his teeth. 

"Oh my…!" She gasped, her back arched, but she only pushed her mounds deeper into his mouth. 

Sirius smiled and finally tore through her stockings and pushed his finger from the side of her thongs into her slippery, silky slit. The invasion came too suddenly and left her shuddering.

"Get to work," Sirius ordered, leaving her warmth empty, and stopped fondling her breast. He relaxed back in the chair and placed his arms behind his head. 

Rita sighed in disappointment but quickly got to work. Already feeling wet and in need of him inside her. 

She got off his lap and unbuckled his belt before lowering the pants and underwear. Right away, Sirius' fully erect member greeted her. Blushing red and throbbing.

"You're big." She mumbled and held his rod with both hands. Wasting no time, she gobbled down his entire length with a single motion, filling her mouth with him and massaging his tip with her tongue inside.

"Fuck!" Sirius cursed since the sensation came so suddenly. His cock jolted, reacting to her hot tongue.

Rita's warm mouth around his cock felt too good, her saliva coating him and her tongue playing around. She sucked hard, squeezing the walls of her mouth and pulling him further in.

Rita was definitely experienced, as she didn't gag despite taking his entire length in. She played with his balls, using the leaking saliva from the corners to massage him. 

"I can't take this anymore!" She moaned and stood up suddenly, releasing his length from her mouth. 

Quickly, she dumped her skit and made a bigger hole in her stockings. Then, she straddled Sirius' lap again, but this time, she lowered herself slowly, moving her thongs aside with one hand and guiding his throbbing hot length with the other. 

"Aaaaah! Yes… so good!" She moaned as the head seeped into her soaking entrance. 

As her pussy lips opened up, she moaned harder and took him in slowly. She felt every ounce of pleasure with every inch. 

Sirius was in a similar situation. 

He didn't say anything when she straddled him and enjoyed the view as she began to slide his stiff cock into her. The view of her jiggling breasts, blonde hair, and those glasses was exciting. Especially her blushing, craving look, and he couldn't help but hold her ass in his hands tightly, squeezing them until she felt him. 

Her body completely rested on his lap, causing his length to bury deeper into her, hitting the back walls of her fiery depths. Rita gasped while Sirius felt as if he’d struck gold.

He arched his hips up and nailed her harder on his length, guiding her hips to rub her pussy around whenever he went thoroughly in. She writhed in torment as he delved deeper into her with each push. But she still matched his movements, causing him to hit every single one of her blissful buttons, inching closer to her heavenly eruption.

She bent her knees on the chair and thrust her hips against his, rocking her body up and down. Her breasts swayed and jumped in front of Sirius’ face, practically asking him to hold them, eat them, and have his way.

"Fuck me bad… This is so goo—ugh!" She sounded like she was crying, but her moans gave it away. Already on the verge of a release, she rode him like a veteran cowboy, moving her hips around and causing his cock to taste all of her slippery soft walls. "I'm going to…!" 

She could only muster those words before her belly sucked in, and she yelped while her curving flesh convulsed around his girth. She shivered a few times, her breasts shaking with it. 

Sirius thrusted upwards with a little more strength, allowing her to fully feel him inside, deeper than ever. He knew she was close, and he wanted to soak in the sight of a slightly older woman withering in uncontrollable climax. 

Scream for me…

Her mouth was wide open. Soundless screams of pleasure escaped her with each contraction of her body as she came. She couldn’t mutter any noise, since she was already drowned in ecstasy. 

But Sirius didn't show any particular expressions and looked at her face, "I thought you were pleasing me?" 

Rita smirked, slid off his still erect length, and turned around. She leaned over onto the table, resting her breast on the tabletop, while her legs remained on the floor, spread wide and giving Sirius a view of her entrance. "Fuck me as hard as you want… Any way you want."

"Is that so?" Sirius stood up with a wicked grin. He pushed aside his pants and pressed his cock behind her, but not going in. He leaned forward on top of her and whispered into her ears. "How hard?" 

"Hard, make me beg for mercy. Any way you want it." 

Sirius smirked and beckoned. Mercilessly, he tore her stockings off and then ripped her thongs away. But instead of throwing them away, he leaned forward and shoved them into her mouth. "You said it—Don't back out. There won’t be any mercy." 

"Wh—ummm…" She tried to stand up, but Sirius pushed her down again. 

He went back and knelt down to have a look at her slippery slit. She was certainly not new to pleasuring men, and he could see it. Her lips were wide open, her clit big, and her juices leaking and making a mess. But then Sirius grazed her pussy and used the juices to lube her little puckering sun above. 

Rita jolted, squirmed, and dug her fingers on the table. Sirius held her thighs, forcing her to stay still, spreading her legs even more.

He pressed his index finger on the rim and teased a little. But the next moment, he pushed the finger in, at least half the length. He spat and used it as a lubricant and slowly began to go in and out. Her hole resisted, but slowly widened, sucking and pushing on his finger.

Rita tried to stand up in panic, but Sirius' one hand held her two arms on her back, also pressing her down. 

Her knees began to go weak, her ankles falling to the side of her heels. But Sirius only went faster and sank his entire finger inside. The next thing she knew, he added one more finger and fingerfucked her ass. 

"Ummm! Aaaa!" She tried to speak. But the moment she attempted to take her thongs out of her mouth, Sirius reacted, and grabbed his belt, and easily tied her wrists together. "You said anything—and this is anything." 

Finally, he lined his bulging, swollen head over her pussy, and gave a few rubes first to lubricate his cock with her juices. With one finger, he continuously teased her back door. 

Pa!

He slapped her ass with the other hand, hard and strong till it went red. Then, as she felt the pain there, he sank his shaft into her tight balloon knot. Rita clenched herself, her feet rising in struggle, not used to such intrusion. 

"You're earning it." Sirius reminded her. "The more you struggle and clench, the more painful it will be." 

Rita stopped struggling, took a deep breath, and loosened herself. That gave Sirius the space to inch further in and enjoy the tightness of her unexplored walls. The tightness was out of the world, and the warmth was just the cherry on top. 

But he remained careful, not wanting to harm her. He sensed that she was still struggling to relax her anal ring. Sirius looked around and saw Rita’s wand on her desk, the perfect length with grooves on the ivory handle.

“Let me help you,” he smirked and took the wand. Slowly, he inserted the wand handle between her creamy hips, filling her pussy, and spilling out more of her hot fluids. It assisted his cock to slide in and out, thrusting smoother into her puckered kiss.

"Umm mmm!" She voiced, unknown if it was a moan or a cry. He couldn't tell, since she wasn’t facing him. 

Sirius groaned, also feeling the tiny bumps grazing inside, separated by a thin wall, teasing his shaft. He kept the pace slow, filling both holes, feeling her body squirm under him.

He pulled himself back a little, and Rita took a sigh of relief, but right away, he sank back in. He slowly pushed the wand in her slick wet heat, and palmed it, taking her flowing essence into his hands and smearing some onto her back hole.

With slow pulls and pushes, he eventually began to fuck her ass. Ever so slowly, he inched further inside, aiming to sink fully inside her and savor her tightest warmth.

"Ummm! Hmmm!" Rita wriggled on the table, arching her back whenever he tried to go deeper, whenever grooves of the wand grazed her pussy. She felt like she was about to go insane. Both holes contracted and twitched.

Pa!

He kept slapping her glistening ass, wet from all her flowing liquids, and holding them spread wide. He kneaded her flesh, squeezing them until she felt the pinch. Then eventually, he finally felt her flesh touching his pelvis—he found his entire length lost inside her ass. 

"You're right, Rita—You hungry witch… Squeezing me so tight!" Sirius pulled her by her sexy blonde hair, raising her head back. Right then, he started to move his hips and impaled her ass. The thrusts were slow but long and tight. The wand, stuck by his balls in her pussy followed in and out, moving inside her. Sirius felt it tickle his balls, taking it up another level.

Her walls clamped around his shaft with the same squeeze each time, bringing him close to his climax. The wand was suddenly squeezed out and clattered as it fell to the floor, completely coated in her sweet nectar. Sirius didn’t care. Her rim was wet enough already. All he needed now was to fill every inch of her anal cavity.

Soon his thrusts picked up the pace, and the claps of her ass meeting his thighs echoed in the office room. He pounded into her with a primal rhythm.

Her body leaning helplessly on the table looked quite sexy, and he relished in each push inside her. Her feet eventually lifted off the floor, unable to handle his rough fucking. 

"I think you can moan now." Sirius swiftly took out the thongs from her mouth and threw them away. He expected her to curse and scream. 

"Oh, Sirius—oh-oh-oh—I'm gonna come! Oh, Merlin fuck, yes!" She screamed in ecstasy, her hands still tied but her eyes wide open. "It feels so good. Fuck, of fuck, no—I can't, you bastard!" 

Sirius felt it as her insides began to pulse. So he started to thrust harder and faster, reaching his own climax as well. The ethereal sensation of the wetness and warmth inside her ass made his legs go weak. His ass clenched together, and his balls itched in the await of the intense pleasure. 

Rita shuddered uncontrollably, her feet rising and folding her knees. She cried out with unashamed abandon, with her orgasm gushing out from between her inner thighs.

Her voice shivered as she panted hard. Her juices dripped, falling on the floor and Sirius' feet. This being her second climax, she was left shaken and exhausted. 
The relaxation made it easier for Sirius to fuck her harder and reach his release. But he didn't want to finish inside. 

Abruptly he stopped and pulled out. Grabbing her by the hair, he made Rita move and stand back. "On your knees!" 

She didn't complain and obediently lowered himself, resting her palms on his thighs for support. 

She looked up as he kept stroking his wild length, covered with thick, slimy cream from their sex. Her intoxicated eyes just awaited for him as she opened her mouth wide and took her tongue out. 

"Just there!" Sirius groaned, his legs twitched, and his muscles tensed. His balls clenched upward, and his striking palm felt the strengthening throbs of his shaft. Right at the peak, he got closer to her face and shot thick, long strands of his loads on her. 

"Gah!" He kept stroking, letting himself lose in pleasure. 

He watched as his molten juices fell on her face, on her tongue, painting her glasses white and also making a mess out of her hair. Her nose, lips, and cheeks were covered in his white spill of seeds, slowly sliding down to her chin and falling on her breast. 

"Take it in!" Sirius, still having some left, grabbed her by the hair and shoved his entire cock in her mouth.

He felt his throbs as he released a little more seeds, but he kept fucking her until even her slimy warm face hole couldn't keep all of it in. 

"Hah…" He panted. 

He looked down and saw her opening her mouth. But before she could, he squeezed her hair between his fingers and whispered, “Swallow it, all of it…”

With a blushing red face, she did so. Taking in all of his sticky juices into her throat and showed him her empty mouth. 

“Good girl…” Sirius enjoyed the sight.

Once his length began to turn limp, he let her clean him with her tongue for a while until all the white spunk was inside her belly. 

At last, satisfied, he beckoned and looked at her with satisfaction. What a mess, he told himself. 
On her knees, looking sexy, her plump breast covered with drops of his juices, while her entire face was draped with it. 

"Well, Miss Rita—You fucking earned it." He muttered and picked his clothes to dress up. "I’ll see you around." 

He left her there, still with hands tied behind her, bare naked.

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Chapter Text

"Aaargh!" Sirius jolted awake in the middle of the night. The oracle's words haunted his dream, leaving him panting and sweating profusely. He was constantly anxious, feeling helpless to change anything.

Thud!

Sirius noticed the book Lily gave him had fallen from the bedside table. He opened it. Legend of Immortal Heart; he read. It seemed to be a biography of a man who found a way to become immortal. At first, he dismissed it as a pointless fantasy story, but that led him to notice a weird pattern between the pages.

It can't be.

He got off his bed and tore off the bindings of the book. Then, he calmly placed the pages on the floor with care and focus as he had to find the complete pattern.

Before he knew it, the sun began to drown the entire room with light. With reddened eyes, Sirius looked at the floor covered with paper like a madman.

It’s actually a map! He was shocked. It looks like… the Tibet region?!

He quickly looked for something in a wooden box. He went through the items inside and finally took out an old camera. Wasting no time, he took pictures of the map.

An hour later, he packed a bag, combed his hair, and wore his usual black clothes and jacket. Then he headed to the muggle airport, since travelling through the portkey network had risks.

"So you have decided to leave again?" Walburga was standing near the exit.

Without looking at her, he replied, "This shall always be my home, Mother. I’m only going to China to see their ancient magic and artefacts—perhaps I can find something useful to House Black.”
"Wonderful!" Orion Black came over, simply excited to see his son taking so much interest in family, "My grandfather told me that one of our ancestors owned a Phoenix. Go, Sirius, seek new magic—show us your worth!"

I’ll show you alright. Sirius thought and waved his hand before bidding farewell.

Sadly, he soon learned he couldn’t go to China without a lengthy visa process. So, he took a flight to Hong Kong, as close to China as he could go.

He slept on the flight, but his heart was full of excitement. After landing in Hong Kong, jumping the border and entering Mainland China was a breeze for him. He then rode his broom for the rest of the journey to Tibet, ignoring the cold air at night.

Then with a few spells, he got himself a modest hotel room without needing an ID.

He ate, bathed, and began planning for the expedition. He took out a map of Tibet and circled a few places, one after another. The map was made so many years ago. It's hard to pinpoint the locations now… But it should be somewhere among these five mountains and valleys.

He placed all his stuff back in the magically expanded bag, ready to leave in the darkness of the night.

"Let's deal with the annoyance first,” he muttered.

His face abruptly turned grim. He folded his sleeves and walked out of his hotel room. He walked to the room adjacent to his and flicked his wand. The door was unlocked with a click, and he pushed it in without a care, hitting the person inside.
Thud!

He looked at the person that fell behind the door. Long blonde hair, green earrings, a white formal shirt, and a long, black skirt that went below her knees. Her blue eyes stared at Sirius with annoyance while he did the same.

"What a pleasant surprise, Narcissa. I didn't expect to see you here. Such a rare coincidence," He spoke mockingly and extended his hand. "I wonder what brings you here?"

Narcissa silently frowned and stood up, relying on his hand, "I didn't want to, but Walburga insisted I follow you and see what you were up to. I couldn’t refuse her."

"Of course, she'd do that," Sirius sighed, irritated by the woman who gave birth to him. But he didn't take out his frustration on Narcissa, as he hoped to fool her and vanish eventually to follow the map alone. For that, he needed to bring her guard down. "Are you hurt?"

"No."

Sirius walked in and closed the door behind him, "You can go back if you wish to."

Narcissa didn't reply and went to sit back on the bed since there was no chair in the small room. She pulled the blanket up and tiredly pressed her eyes with her fingers, "You know I can't… Walburga will scream till my ears explode."

"Ah… That brought back some memories," Sirius scowled, almost feeling a shiver run down his body. "Is she the reason why you're getting married to Lucius?"

She smiled, shaking her head, "Yes and no. I do like Lucius, as he's far better than most other pureblood men out there. He's intelligent, careful, and caring—a true gentleman. It's either him or some unknown psychopath, and I've chosen to settle."

Sirius shrugged and went to sit down on the bed, a reasonable distance away from Narcissa on the other side of the king-size bed. He rested his back on the backrest and pulled the same blanket slightly above his feet, as it was cold there.

"To be honest, you can do much better than him," Sirius said, trying to make her lower her guard. "You're probably the most beautiful eligible witch in Britain right now, and with a good mind as well. Maybe someone in America? France? At least I know I'll settle in America if I ever feel like running away."

"As if I'd get a choice in this matter," Narcissa replied, sounding slightly envious. "Not everyone has the luxury of affording the freedom you do."

"Nonsense! The birdcage you have placed around your freedom is of your own making. Rebel a little, laugh a little, be silly like we used to be when young—do whatever makes you happy. I learned this lesson when I went to Hogwarts, away from that old hag bitch… I mean witch."

"Pff…" Narcissa almost snorted while holding her laughter. Her long, blonde hair jolted with her twitching hands on her mouth. Her thin lips that curved into a smile were beautiful—she looked charming when relaxed.

She sighed loudly and moved her legs underneath the blanket. "As wild as you were back then. I still remember you knocking Bella out by falling on her head from a broom. To this day, she doesn't know how she was knocked out."

"Wait! You never told her?" Sirius exclaimed, genuinely laughing.

"Why would I tell her? She used to bully me, and I liked seeing that happen. I even drew a moustache on her face after you ran away," Narcissa confessed, looking more relaxed.

But then she suddenly stood up and dragged her bag toward the bathroom, "I'm going to sleep—following you here was not easy."

A moment later, she returned from the bathroom, now wearing a loose, silky black, short-sleeved nightgown, covering everything to her ankles. Her long blonde hair was fully undone and draped behind. Her face now lacked any makeup, but she remained as breathtaking as before.

Then, after returning to her bed under the blanket, she looked at Sirius, "Wake me up when you decide to leave."

"..."

"Why would I wake you up just so you can follow me?" Sirius exclaimed.

She puffed out an annoyed breath, "Because I’ll tell Walburga that you came to China to gamble and meet muggle women."

"..."

Sirius's jaw fell. Indeed, Narcissa turned out to be a wild fox. "But that's a lie."

"My word is Merlin's word for Walburga."

Sirius scoffed, folding his arms, "Come on, just make up a story or something. Tell her you lost me. I'll return the favour later."

She shook her head, relaxing in the bed while feeling triumph, "Why are you even here? Just tell me the truth, and I might take your side."

Classic Narcissa. Trying to make me lower my guard and spill everything. Sirius saw through her wordplay and rested down in bed, completely under the blanket.

"To find a Phoenix and tame it," he lied through his teeth. "It'll be considered a decent achievement by wizarding Britain. Father will respect me more, and so will many purebloods who follow Dumbledore."

Silently, Narcissa gazed at his face, trying to see if he was telling the truth, "If that is the case, then I’ll watch you look for it.”

Ugh… She didn't believe me. Sirius realised and decided to take a slower, calmer route. Better change the subject back to her.

"Sure, you can come along. The stronger I become, the more I’ll be able to protect my family—including you."

"I told you before, I don't need your protection," Narcissa barked back in reply. "I'm strong enough."

But Sirius had an answer already prepared. He shifted a little closer to Narcissa and patted her head, ruffling her blonde hair as if she was younger than him. "The Dark Lord will soon be running amok. As soon as you marry Lucius, you’ll be pulled into it.

"When that happens, and if you ever find yourself in a tough spot—you’ll always find a home wherever I am… same for Bellatrix; as crazy as she might be, I still share blood with her. Regulus is too timid, and I won't let anyone hurt him, and Andromeda, to this day, lives in fear of retaliation from purebloods."

Can't let my pack fall into the hands of those bastards—the stronger the Black family, the stronger the fortress around me. Sirius reasoned while saying those words to Narcissa.

Narcissa didn't get angry at him for rubbing her hair. Rather, she stared at Sirius' face, looking into his shining grey eyes. By instinct, she raised her hand and touched his face, "W-Why do you seem so different from what I remember? So… less immature?"

Sirius sighed and turned flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He felt Narcissa do the same after shifting closer until their shoulders touched.

"I had a dream," Sirius firmly voiced. "Too many times, the same thing again and again. It feels like a vision now."

"What is it about?" Narcissa asked.

Sirius sucked a deep breath and told her half of what he perceived from the oracle. "Death of Black Family—erased from history like many others before. Dark times are ahead, Cissy… And I fear it has something to do with this Dark Lord."


Narcissa smiled suddenly, hearing Sirius use her nickname again after so many years, "Why do you fear the Dark Lord?"

"Because, unlike Grindelwald, we know nothing about this one. We know his fake name, but what family does he belong to? What are his origins? What is his history? If we accept any upstart Dark Lord, I'm afraid the purebloods will end up becoming slaves before the rest of the world is conquered," Sirius replied, a very genuine answer to why he couldn’t accept Voldemort's rise.

Narcissa didn't speak for a while, thinking about what Sirius said. As she shuffled through her knowledge of Voldemort, she found herself agreeing with him more and more. Indeed, they had no clue about the Dark Lord's history.

"I'll go to my room…" Sirius woke her from the trail of thoughts.

"Wait!" Narcissa caught his hand suddenly, pulling him back, "I want to talk more… It's been so many years."

He chuckled and got back into bed under the warm blanket. He threw his shoes off as well and relaxed fully. Then, they reminisced about their entire life from childhood to adulthood.

Sirius knew Narcissa still held herself back, but she opened up a lot to him. He, too, shared some of the things but kept the important bits a secret. Before they felt the trust build, their bodies were almost holding each other under the blanket.


Eventually, she flicked her wand and turned the lights off, leaving only a little light coming from the cracks of the window blinds. Then she drifted into sleep.

Their bodies touched as she turned her back towards him. Sirius, meanwhile, found himself watching her from behind as the blanket was down from his side. Her heart-shaped ass was noticeable as the nightgown tightened around her hips and got pulled a little up, showcasing her milky legs.

He looked up and noticed the lack of bra straps, and her loose blonde hair rested behind her neck in a mess. The scent of her perfume was quite strong and palatable.

She can definitely do a lot better than Lucius. Sirius muttered as he slid down on the bed and pulled the blanket up.

But his plan to sleep was foiled when he felt Narcissa shift in the bed, and her back found its way beside his chest. With her hips held out and knees curved forward, he found himself spooning her from behind. He could feel the warmth of her body, and before he could make sense of anything, a bulge rose in his pants.

Sirius felt like moving away, but on a second thought, he wondered if she was doing it knowingly, as it was impossible that she didn't feel his massive erection poking her back.

Taking his chance, he also curved his knee under her thighs, effectively grinding his bulge harder. But instead of stopping, he raised his hand under the blanket. His palm brushed on her silky, smooth, warm legs, then her hip, and pulled her nightgown up all the way until her naked ass presented itself to his bulge.

Again, as he felt no reaction from her, he decided to take another step forward. Using magic, he removed his pants and shirt, leaving himself only in his underwear.

Then, he again spooned her. He nestled his face close to her nape. His chest pressed on her back, and his bulging underwear probed the gap under her intimate core. At the same time, he rested his hand on her waist and hugged her tightly, pulling her closer to himself.

Still acting asleep? He smirked and played with Narcissa's body.

He could hear her quick, small breaths as he raised his hand from her waist and onto her breast. He didn't squeeze them but rested his palm, cupping one.

Meanwhile, his bulging shaft squeezed out of the underwear. He softly eased himself between her thighs. It felt like heaven. Her silky smoothness and warmth made his girth twitch multiple times in excitement, hardening even further.

Oh?! Right then, he felt Narcissa's body jolt. There’s no way you're sleeping through this.

He began moving his hips slowly, just a little so his length would rub between her thighs and greet the slit covered in her white thongs. Her legs pressed harder on him as he moved, and her breath became short and heavy, felt by his hand on her mound.

There were a thousand questions. But Sirius wanted to savour this moment. However, he realised he didn't have time and needed to sleep for the journey. So he decided to sacrifice the opportunity and close his eyes.

But he didn't move away from her. His cock remained pressed near her faint dampness, involuntarily being stroked anytime they moved. His hand remained on her breast, rubbing her covered buds to harden. They soon fell asleep in that spooning position, sharing the warmth of each other's bodies.

It was perhaps the best sleep Sirius had ever experienced since the visions of the oracle had begun to disturb him. The warmth of her body calmed his mind for some reason, and before he knew it, hours went by.

When his eyes opened, he realised the lights were on, and Narcissa wasn't beside him. He heard running water in the bathroom and knew she had likely seen him naked under the sheets. He didn't mind, but to save himself from the awkwardness, he dressed immediately and left for his room.

Knock! Knock!

Just as he finished his own bath, he heard the knock. Quickly, he fixed his hair, wore his jacket and opened the door. Though, he didn't expect to feel the sudden rush of blood in his body, and his jaw dropping a little.

Narcissa stood there, looking absolutely stunning. Her long blonde hair was loosely tied behind her head. She was wearing tight denim jeans with black high boots. Above, she wore a tight, chained-up, black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, making her ample mounds appear like tight hills. A pearl necklace contrasted around her neck, and the green earrings made her face glow differently. Her blue eyes and thin red lips were just a sight to behold.

"Running away again?" She grumpily asked.

She was almost a head shorter than him, making her frowning face look nothing but pretty and cute. He felt like patting her head again but knew she'd get angry this time.

"Just came to pick up my bag. Follow me to the terrace,” he said and walked out of his room, leaving the key in the door. He didn't bother checking out either since the ID was fake.

On the terrace, he took out the broom from the expansion bag. It was slightly modified to have a single seat and footrest as he expected to spend a lot of time scouring the desolate landscape of Tibet.

"I didn’t bring a broom," Narcissa voiced as she saw Sirius readying himself to leave.

"Go home then," he smirkingly replied, holding up the broom between his legs.

Narcissa didn’t say anything and went ahead to stand sideways beside the broom, so her hips rested on it. She smirked and quickly threw one leg around the broom, straddling it, and sat in front of him so her back touched his chest, "Let's go."

"..."

"You won't give up, will you?"

"Giving up is not a word in my dictionary."

Sirius sighed and kicked his foot a little. With that, the broom rose, and he placed his right arm around her waist. Then he curved it around her side to her lower belly, almost where her jeans button was and pulled her closer to himself, her soft, cushiony buttocks resting against his crotch, almost hugging her so she wouldn't fall.

He noticed the shyness on her face. But simultaneously, he loved the feeling of her soft thighs around his left wrist that held the broomstick between her legs for steering. It was her choice to sit in the front, after all. Her back, as well, was small enough that his right arm wrapped around all the way, letting his palm slowly move from the side to the top of her breast—frisking his thumb on her jutting breasts. He could feel it harden under his touch.

Her heart’s pounding. Sirius felt it. I don't think she minds my touch.

They didn't speak the entire flight. As the cold night passed, they went further northwest and felt the chill. Sirius, trying to act like a gentleman, made her wear his jacket as well.

No one said a word. Sirius merrily cherished the heat of her body. Feeling too cold, he pulled her closer, harder, with the hand resting between her thighs on the broomstick. He felt her; she was well-built, athletic and soft. It was warm, and he rubbed her by moving his knees up and down on both sides, grinding her hips on his naturally growing erection.

"Umh…" Narcissa roughly breathed with her face lowered, leaning back on his chest.

She wants this as much as I do. Sirius thought and hugged her tighter. He knew they couldn't do much on the broom, but he freely felt her body. For how long has she been this unsatisfied?

Wasting no time, he descended and searched for a town. Between the huge mountains, he soon noticed a cluster of lights. And it wasn't just the arousal, but also the damn cold that had him shivering, so he wanted some rest.

"Let's look for a hotel for rest," he whispered to her ears, earning her a simple nod in response. Clearly, she wanted him but didn't want to talk about it.

Just a few moments later, he noticed a small, twin-story building with the misspelt words 'rooms for rant' written on top. He landed outside it since the town was empty that early in the morning. Then, he cast a few charms on themselves and walked in, holding Narcissa's hand.

"Two rooms," He spoke in broken Chinese.

"Only one."

"No, I want two."

"Only one."

"..."

Sirius realised the man wasn't denying it, but there was only one available.

Relenting, Sirius paid the money and took the key. Shivering, he quickly walked through the first-floor lobby and found the room at the end. The building probably had less than ten rooms, and the condition wasn't very reassuring.

But both of them didn't mind. They entered the small room and quickly looked for warmth. Sirius rushed to the bed, but then he realised there was only one single bed in the tiny room with nothing but a lone side table and two windows. Furthermore, looking back, he noticed Narcissa vanishing into the bathroom immediately.

"..."

"We'll have to make do with this." He muttered, quickly removing his clothes before getting under the thick blanket. Using his wand, he cast a few spells to make the bed and the room warmer.

Clack!

The bathroom door opened then, and Narcissa walked out without makeup and her hair loose. A faint blush covered her face as she emerged again in her silky black nightgown. Without saying anything about the bed, she joined Sirius under the blanket, again facing her back toward him.

He didn't hesitate this time, knowing she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He filled the tiny gap between them and spooned her, hugging her waist tight and pulling her back on his chest. He kissed the back of her neck and moved his hand down to caress the side of her thighs. Still being covered with her nightgown, he attempted to pull it up to access her warm flesh.

It was too long, making it challenging to pull up entirely. However, Narcissa reacted silently by raising herself slightly, making it easier for him. He quickly tucked the nightgown up around her waist.

Then, as he gently placed his palm on the side of her hips, he realised something exciting. She's not wearing anything underneath!

That was all the signals he needed. He quickly removed his underwear and pressed his throbbing length between her soft ass. Meanwhile, he inserted his hand under the nightgown and traced her silky smooth flesh until he felt her ample, honey-soft breast. He squeezed it in the palm, filling his grasp with her and teasing the engorged tips.

"Um…" Narcissa moaned softly and quickly placed her palm on her mouth in embarrassment.

Sirius chuckled and kissed her neck, leaving a trail of his saliva on her skin. Meanwhile, he pulled his hips back a little and eased his throbbing length in the squeezing gap. He felt the heat as he slid in, the hard squeeze from her full thighs, and the warm dampness of her wet folds.

When he felt her cushiony soft ass press on his pelvis, he couldn't help but feel how perfect her body was. His member was fully sunken between her thighs, resting under her entrance. The knob of his manhood peeked out from the other side, feeling the coldness.

Wanting her to react. He caught her hand and lowered it down between her legs, where his cock protruded out. He made her touch the head, arousing him further.

"Let go… Be free…" He whispered in her ear and began kissing her neck, making her squirm. As Sirius started rocking his hips back and forth, dry humping her, she took the initiative to tease his shaft with her hand.

He played with her mounds underneath the nightgown, wanting to feel her perfect body even more. But the annoying nightgown came in the way, and he almost ended up tearing it apart.

Uncontrollably, he thrust between her thighs, even sensing her hips responding by grinding on him. His lips remained plastered on her neck, teasing with small bites.

"Ah… Mmmmm…" Narcissa moaned.

Sirius did the same in her ear and voiced in whispering breaths, "Can I tear your gown?"

Narcissa didn't want to lose the touch of his body, so she nodded. In the next instant, the sound of cloth being torn reverberated, and Sirius ended up removing her entire nightgown.

Finally, with her body fully naked, he slid his other hand underneath her shoulder and pulled her closer, feeling the skin-to-skin touch—warm, smooth and aroused. The sensation was mind-numbing.

He played with her breasts with both hands, pinching the pale pink buds. The blanket rested above their waist at that point, giving him a beautiful view of her naked back and some part of her sides. But he knew she was still shy and wouldn't face him, so he tried to pump his length harder.

But without invading her depth, he knew things wouldn't go far. So he slowly began to angle himself better and tease her flower. He didn't know what she looked like down there, but she was shaven and silky soft. Her juices lubricated both of them enough, and it was time for the main event.

To prepare her, he caressed one hand down through her side and sank it between her legs. His fingers felt the dampness and found their way to her inviting folds. He curved one finger inside, making her nervously clench her body tight. But as he kissed her neck, she calmed down and allowed herself to drown in arousal.

"Mmmmh…" She breathed vocally when he began to play with her clitoris.

During that same time, he probed his knob at her entrance, teasing her to enter. He played with her a few times, drawing her gasps and disappointing moans. But then, with a sudden push, he buried his girth in, easing it forward slowly through her glazed, moist walls. Impaling her on his straining shaft, he couldn't help but feel a rush of pleasure sweep through his mind.

Her body's hot scent, and the tightness he felt inside her made him appreciate her so much more.

"Aah!" Narcissa moaned with a hint of pained expression.

Sirius felt amused, as she was clearly not a virgin. This only meant his size was new to her, which explained the tightness. But he wanted to feel her first, so he plunged deep within her, fully inserting his pulsating length inside her delicate softness. She felt satin-smooth, tender, warmer than honey. There weren't any words to describe her loins—her feminine brilliance made him drive further in, wanting to feel this moment to the fullest.

"Too… big…" Words escaped from her mouth in moaning whispers.

Sirius chuckled and finally pulled his hips back, giving her tight depths a chance to breathe. But not for long, as he pushed in again, devouring the squelching core between her meaty thighs. His breath ragged behind her neck, and he slowly increased his pace.

Her blazing sheath met with his savage thrusts. Wanting more, he slid one hand between her legs from behind and raised her thighs up, giving him a better, deeper access. Doing that also removed the blanket from them altogether, finally giving him a view of her mesmerising body. Her curves were incredibly hot, her pale skin was spotless, and the scent of her body left him wanting more.

He kissed her back, going down from her neck to her shoulder and then lower. His hips kept thrusting in her mind melting slippery depths. She arched into him, tipping her hips, and he filled her to the hilt.

"Umph… Oh, oh…" Narcissa began to moan with her breaths and clench him tight inside her. She shuddered in his tight embrace. Her sweet-smelling hair covered Sirius' face, intoxicating him.

Sirius lifted her leg higher from her thigh, spreading her legs and fucked faster. Her perfect, receptive body squirmed under his influence, and he couldn't get enough of it.

"I'm… Oh!" She moaned harder, biting her tongue. An erotic wave spread down her body, sending shivers of warmth to her core. As Sirius's hands played with her nipple, she started to shudder uncontrollably, losing the last wall holding her back. "Oh, oh, oh… mmmm… Yes! Ah, yes!"

Hearing her delightful voice, Sirius felt the need to satisfy her more. So he used the strength in him to increase the pace. He invaded her moist slit in and out, stretching her walls with his hip thrusts that desperately squeezed out the seeping love juices from inside her.

As the intense spasms hit her, she tried to straighten her legs. But Sirius caught her leg and stretched it further sideways. Her ass rang with thumps with each thrust he delved inside. Slowly, he raised himself up to hit deeper and earn louder moans from her.

Eventually, Sirius spread her legs apart, supporting her underthings with his knees as he got on top of her. He turned her body straight so he could take a good look at her.

Below, he glanced at his cock, invading her most delicate part. It left him baffled at how perfect her petals were. Shapely, symmetric, so pale pink, glistening in invitation. Swollen from his savage fucking, appearing as the peak source of his arousal.

"No!" Narcissa shut her eyes in shame and embarrassment as she noticed Sirius looking at her body. But she couldn't stop herself from coming close to climax. Just as Sirius leaned forward to reach her perfect depths, she spewed forth a fountain, releasing her silky, creamy nectar. Her hips convulsed as his girth rested in her, slowly grounding deep. Her legs spread; they dangled powerlessly with the support of Sirius' knees.

"Lucius is one hell of a lucky man," Sirius suddenly said as he stopped moving and pulled out of her warm love hole.

He was still rock hard, however, and far from his release. He just wanted to admire how perfectly beautiful Narcissa was. Her face held an insanely arousing reddish blush, her pale skin shined with some sweat, and her creamy, plump mounds heaving with her breath were breathtaking. Followed by her thin, but curving waist, and hips that could leave any man lost in lust. As for her folds—he had no words to describe it.

Narcissa kept her eyes closed, turning red in shame. Feeling Sirius's hands caress all over her body was something she enjoyed, but didn't want to see.

"Look at me, Cissy!" Sirius firmly said. "Why are you ashamed? You are the most beautiful woman in wizarding Britain. Take pride in that—Your husband will be the luckiest man alive."

His words awakened something within her, making her give a self-deprecating chuckle, saying, "We've only done it once."

"What?!" Sirius exclaimed. Saying no to her was akin to challenging Merlin when he was alive.


She sighed and finally looked at Sirius' face, locking eyes, "It was back in school… to claim my purity. He believes sex is only to make children, not pleasure."

"What a fool—whatever he did was a joke!" Sirius proudly said and lined his aching, throbbing cock on her entrance, and without warning, shoved himself fully in, earning a loud gasp-filled moan. "This… is… claiming!"

"Aah!" She moaned so loud that the entire hotel would have been alerted if not for charms. "S-Sirius…"

He smirked, loving the way she squirmed underneath him as his pumping length constantly impaled her, plundering her sore, sensitive entrance, "Yep, you can do a lot better, Cissy."

In a moment of surprise, Narcissa smirked and raised her hands to grab Sirius' neck. She pulled him over her body and kissed his lips abruptly. It was passionate and wet as they both immediately opened their mouths and savagely devoured the sweetness of each other's mouth, "I am… doing better."

Oh, how much that excited Sirius, "I want to taste you."

With that said, he suddenly pulled his length out and stopped kissing her mouth. He slowly went down, licking her body, sucking her plump breasts, kissing her belly, and finally reaching for the wet slit.

"Merlin! You're so perfect!" Sirius couldn't help but exclaim as soon as he licked her tight crevice. Her pink, swollen folds were flawless to look at, especially when glazed by her wetness, "How are you so sweet and fragrant even here?"

She giggled uncontrollably, having lost the final ounce of embarrassment. Lovingly, she extended her hands and twirled her fingers on Sirius' curly hair. “I wouldn’t know, you're the one with more experience…”

Sirius sighed and looked down at her inviting opening, "I don't know, but I feel like hitting Lucius with a Crucio for leaving you this… unexplored."

"Hah…" She laughed. Her giggles were music to Sirius' ears, as they revealed how truly happy and relaxed she was. This wasn’t at all like the usual cold Narcissa.


He wasted no time and began eating her.

He plunged his fingers into her depths and began stroking, while with his tongue, he teased her clitoris. She started squirming in no time, wriggling as he kept her silky sheath in place with his arms wrapped around her thighs and hips.

Narcissa, too, didn't push him away and stroked his hair with his fingers.

"Ah, ah… Oh Sirius, oh, oh… mmmmph… haah…" It didn't take long before she began to inch closer to another climax.

But something changed in her mind abruptly, and she tried to sit up by shifting away from Sirius. With a teasing smirk on her delicious lips, she pulled Sirius closer to herself, as if inviting him for a kiss. But at the last moment, she moved and pushed him down on the bed.

She straddled him, resting her slit above his throbbing shaft.

Sirius was shocked and excited, seeing her perfect body on top of him. The sunlight that came from the window behind accentuated her figure, making her appear so much more mesmerising. Her blonde hair glowed along with her skin, giving him a certain pleasure he couldn't explain.

Then, with her face flushed, she gripped his straining shaft with one hand and guided it to her entrance. The entire time, she maintained eye contact with Sirius, smiling with pleasure clear on her face. "Thank you for reminding me what pleasure is… Siri—ah!"

Narcissa pushed herself down on his hard length, bulging with veins. He watched as it stretched her entrance apart, slowly squeezing in, aided by her juices. In time, her hips touched the base of his member, touching his balls.

"Ummmmh!" As her hands freed, she began rubbing her breasts, pinching the rosy peaks. "Aaah, Sirius!"

She was faking her personality her entire life, wasn't she? How did I not see she was trapped in the same prison as me? When did I become so selfish? Sirius asked those questions while drawing in pleasure.

He loved this moment, seeing Narcissa's beautiful form slowly rocking on his girth. He wanted to keep this moment in memory forever, but above all, he didn't want this to be the last.

"Fuck!" He cursed when his own climax came closer. Instinctively, he clenched Narcissa's thighs, "You're driving me crazy, Cissy!"

"Crazy for what?"

Narcissa asked teasingly, biting her lips and smirking. She moved her hips so masterfully, massaging his member inside her while filling herself completely. She rode him wildly, bouncing on his cock so much that her breasts jiggled. Her tender walls squeezed him, aiming to draw every ounce of pleasure.

"Oh! Narcissa! I think…" Sirius grunted as he involuntarily matched her movements by thrusting his hips up.

However, she foiled his attempts and leaned forward completely, pressing her weight down on Sirius. She rested her breasts on his chest, letting them spread the jolts of soft warmth. Her face came so close to him that their nose touched each other's. A constant smirk remained on her lips while she moved her hips slowly.

"Crazy for what, Sirius?" She questioned.

Fuck! Is she trying to play me? Sirius realised. However, to his best attempts, he couldn't thrust his hips to satisfaction as her entire weight was on him with the sole focus of keeping him down.

"My Sirius… Oh!" She moaned and kissed his mouth passionately, wrapped her arms around his head, rubbing his hair in her peak arousal. "Tell me, what makes you crazy?"

"Your pussy! It's driving me crazy!" Sirius relented, a shock to himself as he usually never gave himself up so quickly to pleasure.

"Hehe…" She giggled so beautifully and kissed his cheek. "Cute… I love seeing this side of Sirius Black."

"Goddamnit!" Sirius groaned as soon as she began to rock her hips faster. While their tongues wrapped around each other, ignoring all the saliva that covered each other's faces or their hair that fell in between.

She moaned into him while moving herself with fine, subtle, circling movements, bringing him to frenzied writhing. Her own climax approached while she felt his shaft twitch inside, his throbbing veins making her feel very aware of his size.

"Oh, oh, oh yes… I love this… mmm…!" She frantically moved against him, slithered, writhed, stroked. There was no gentleness or order to her. She allowed the pleasure to overwhelm her. Her body moved on its own, rubbing itself on Sirius while her mouth never left his.

Sirius was on cloud nine. "Right there, Cissy… There!"

Soon, he could no longer resist the increasing passion. He felt her wriggle against him, her moans into him, her legs pulling him into her ever deeper wetness, so soft, silky and warm.

With one final thrust of his hips, as she lowered herself, he plunged completely, shuddered and exploded inside her with harsh groans of pleasure. She could feel his seed spill into her moist depths, bringing her to a climax as well. Seized by a rush of intense sensation, she stopped moving and came on his shaft, spilling her juices out in drips, all over Sirius' crotch.

But still, their tongues didn't stop the intense sweeping and swirling in each other’s mouths. Sirius tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down on him as he relaxed his panting breath.

Narcissa stayed on him, still kissing, before slowly sliding to his side while never leaving the lips.

After losing her breath, she hugged his neck and lowered her face to rest between his chest and chin. His cock slipped out of her as well, and their fluids flowed out of her depth.

"Sirius…" She hummed as she closed her eyes and hugged his chest. "I think… I would love to have a home I can always turn back to… where I’ll always feel safe."

He smiled and pulled the heavy blanket over, wanting to fall asleep in that same position. "You are welcome wherever I am, Cissy—anytime."

He kissed her head and hugged her body back before sinking into a relaxing sleep.

But for that, I’ll have to grow stronger and change my fate.

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Hours went by as they blissfully slept in each other's arms. Narcissa had never felt so relaxed and safe anywhere in her entire life. Being wrapped around in Sirius' embrace wasn’t something she expected to do, but now that she had experienced it, she wanted to feel it as many times as possible.

"Umh…" Slowly, she began to open her eyes. She felt sore and tired, "Sirius?"

But she felt the lack of warmth. Sirius was gone, and she frantically sat up to look. Yet all she found was a simple note beside her pillow. She picked it up and read it under her breath.

"Cissy, to build that safe place, I have to do this alone. Wait for me in the hotel. I will be back in a day or two. Let's go home together so Walburga won’t bother you."

In defeat, she sighed and eased back into the bed. Slightly annoyed, very much interested, and somewhat worried, she wondered what Sirius was even up to.

Knowing him and Bella's influence on him, it's probably something crazy.

Unknown to Narcissa, Sirius was indeed up to something crazy.

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Chapter Text

Clank!

The window in the room rattled a little and suddenly opened. Narcissa quickly took her wand out and pointed it at the shadow of the intruder. It had been two days since Sirius had left, and her mood was already a mess. She continuously doubted herself with questions about whether what happened that day with Sirius was right or not. Did he leave and go home? Will he ever return?

"C-Cissy… It's me!"

"Sirius?" Narcissa rushed over and opened the window.

Thud!

Sirius fell inside suddenly, his body heavily bruised and dirty with a lot of blood and mud, while his clothes seemed torn in places as if they had been clawed by something.

"Sirius!" Narcissa tried to shake his face and ask some questions as she lifted him in her arms. "What happened?"

Sirius's eyes were open, but barely, "F-Food… I'm hungry."

Narcissa stood back up, folding her arms. Her sharp and perfect eyes squinted, "You vanished for two days, and that’s the first thing you think to say?"

"I'm starving!" Sirius groaned with all he had.

"Fine," she gave up and walked over to call the kitchen service. It was horrendous, but enough for the time being. "There isn't much to order… I'll get you everything."

Shhh…!

Instead of a reply from Sirius, she heard the sound of the shower running. Quickly, she turned to look and noticed a trail of blood and the bathroom door left open. Its handle had a bloodied mark of a palm.

Quickly, Narcissa finished ordering the food and rushed to the bathroom. Her feet were instantly soaked wet, and her long, silky black nightgown got drenched from the lower tips that brushed against the floor.

"Sirius…" She called his name, her voice holding a hint of deep worry.

The sound of the shower got louder as she entered. It was a simple bathroom with a glass shower enclosure with its door missing, letting all the water out.

She noticed Sirius' back as he stood naked under the steaming shower head. His back was riddled with scars that were clotting, and some were still fresh. Every part of his body was covered with wounds.

As blood and dirt pooled under his feet, she stepped closer to take a better look at his wounds. "Sirius… What happened? Do you need anything?"

"Yes… Some help here…" Sirius replied with low grunts as if he was holding the pain in.

Narcissa's blue eyes remained stuck on Sirius' frame. His pale back and the scars spoke to her mind, letting her fight the thoughts of denial. Her tall frame, just a head shorter than Sirius, weakly found itself stepping forward, and her slim hands reached out to Sirius' back to rub the dirt off.

Her nightgown was instantly drenched in water and stuck to her skin, seemingly turning into a second skin. But her hands didn't stop, ignoring her sensitive, aroused mounds. Her tips budding out from underneath a thin layer of clothes.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, noticing Sirius' body tensing up.

He chuckled, keeping his head hanging low towards the wall, letting the water rinse his black hair, "Damn right it does—I fought a bloody dragon with three heads."

"What?! Don't joke with me, Sirius!" She dismissed it as any sane wizard would.

"Joke? I'll let my wounds tell you then," he replied and felt her hands rub him thoroughly, slowly reaching down to his rear. Her cold hands, despite the shower, ignited the goosebumps all over him, and he felt his blood rushing between his legs. It was satisfying to his body and warm to his heart, knowing someone worried for him.

But just then, Sirius turned around without warning and looked at Narcissa. His scarred face wore a smile as he saw her stunningly beautiful face. Her blonde hair was drenched and loosely falling to her sides and back, stuck to her skin. Her face glowed, and her shocked expression was simply cute.

"Let me help you too," he said and pulled off her seductively body-hugging nightgown before she could reject it. A single knot on her waist was undone, and he easily pulled it down, finding the lack of undergarments even more charming.

For a few seconds, he just admired the beauty before him. Her worried, shy eyes and furrowed brows. Her perfectly rounded, shapely breasts were a jutting source of his hunger for her. The pink, perfect tips and the small areolas called his mouth closer.

Then below, the slim waist, and then her thin yet shapely and soft hips—he wasted no time and scooped her body around the waist and pulled her closer until he could feel her silky burning peaks pressing onto his chest.

"Lucius better not mistreat you, or killing curses shall be flying," he said and kissed her warmly, passionately.

He had no idea why, but doing it with her just felt warm and cosy in his body. There was a lot of lust, no doubt, but there was also something more—something intimate. He didn't feel the desire to always break her body and fuck her crazy… he wanted to be graceful with her, fit for a beauty like her.

"Ummh…!" Narcissa responded in kind to his lips, allowing his tongue to invade her mouth and explore every corner. Their tongues soon danced together in slippery saliva that quickly vanished as soon they both stood under the hot shower.

He hugged her perfectly lithe body, rubbed her back with his palms, clenched her ass tightly sometimes, and slid his fingers between her gap to tease both her entrances. At the same time, his lips found their way to her neck, to which she moaned in pleasure.

The feeling was sensational for both. Narcissa drowned herself in pleasure and forgot all the doubts she had. She loved the way Sirius felt. His hands didn't feel like they were violating her but cherishing her. His tight embrace brought her peace of mind, and his warm lips merely sealed the deal.

"Cissy, I'm sorry, but I can't go on for too long," Sirius apologised and turned her around.

That way, Narcissa's back rested against his chest, the gap between her cheeks perfectly nestled his erect length in between. He continued to kiss her neck for a while and played with her breasts, pinching the pink buds until she moaned and felt her legs go weak.

"Ah… Sirius… Please don't push yourself," she advised.

That was precisely what made Sirius want to feel her in the most intimate way. So, with a final kiss on her nape, he pushed her upper body forward so she leaned against the wall. His one hand cupped her breast, the other grabbed his throbbing shaft and positioned it perfectly between her beckoned rear, right under her back hole.

"Ugh… Fuck… You're so good…" He groaned once he began pushing forward against the faint resistance. Her wetness was so apparent as he felt the steaming heat’s difference between her core and the shower. The sensation almost made him want to go all in with one thrust, but somehow, he wanted to be gentle this time.

"Mmmmh mmmh oh…" Narcissa threw her head back and closed her eyes. "Slow, please… Sirius…"

He smiled and kissed her back while slowing even further. His one hand kept fondling her breasts, and the other, now free, hugged her waist tightly, feeling her entire body against his. They both felt the difference in size as Narcissa's shorter and supple body was almost enveloped underneath Sirius’.

"Ah!'

He pushed further in and drew the peak pleasure. The warmth of her insides was akin to gentle, soothing and arousing pokes of a finger around his entire girth from the knob to the base, as he soon rested completely within.

A moment later, he began moving his hips. Slow, long and wet thrusts followed in and out. She moaned, and he grunted in her ear, licking it and making her shudder. However, his arm kept her firmly in place, and they shared the heat from each other’s bodies.

"Wh-where… ah… oh Sirius… Mmmh… ah, ah… were you?" Narcissa still tried to satiate her curiosity.

He began to fuck her faster, pushing his pulsating, hungry cock in and out. The shower made it easier, and they felt hotter with the water droplets hitting their sensitive skin at that moment. Both had their eyes closed, and he ravished in the slippery, squeezing warmth of her intoxicating core.

Then, just as he felt his climax building up and her heated, pleasure muscles clenching him harder, he leaned over and pushed on top of her back before whispering, "Narcissa… That safe place I talked abo—oh… I think I can make it a reality very soon… and…"

He felt on the edge already and raised his feet a little to reach deeper. The warm, ticklish feeling travelled through the underside of his baggage, and the balls clenched harder, with his cock twitching.

"You can… come… anytime! Ugh…" He let it go, allowing his seeds to spill into her deepest warmth with shattering release. It was a strong, hot pump, filling her and letting her feel it. He remained nestled deep inside and let himself go entirely as the exhaustion kicked in.

But then he began moving, making her tight slit squeeze him dry. He tried to draw her climax as well and fucked her faster before his member went to rest. His one hand teased her nipple harder, and the other hand went lower to play with her clitoris. His lips licked all over her neck despite her drenched hair, kissing and making her feel the overload of pleasure.

"Oh Merlin—I'm close… Ah, ah, oh, oh, oh… fu… It's so…" She felt shame in letting her words flow smoothly from her lips and bit her tongue each time.

But her body couldn’t lie as she involuntarily arched further, leaning forward and feeling his slamming, wild thrusts. She could feel it all build up inside, and just as the shower was about to run out of hot water, she reached the final moment of ecstasy and convulsed around his filling girth and exploded with countless spasms.

Her ass clenched, and she lost all balance, letting him hold her.

Her thighs quivered, throbbing with her dripping, pulsating pussy, clenching him hard. But right then, Sirius pulled out, and both their juices dripped onto the bathroom floor in thick and slimy blobs of their sex.

Her ragged, gasping breath wasn’t enough to let her regain any strength. So Sirius turned her around and kissed her thin lips before picking her up in a princess carry. Then, he walked over to the bed and gently placed her on the sheets.

A simple flick of the wand was enough to dry themselves.

"I really need some sleep now," he mumbled.

"Come on then," Narcissa raised her arms sweetly, nothing like how she usually behaved. The smile on my blushing face was just satisfying.

Knock Knock!

"Ugh… my food," Sirius felt annoyed and opened the door without a care. Narcissa covered herself with the quilt, but Sirius stood there in all his naked glory. The Chinese old lady standing there with the tray of food was just lost, staring at his manhood and abs.

"Must be for me."

He took the food tray from her and shut the door. “Ah!” He then remembered something and opened it again, “Obliviate."

Bam!

Now, he shut the door nicely and jumped into bed. He hugged Narcissa in his arms, feeling the warmth of her body and the blanket. Then he hovered the food tray over and ate as quickly as possible before going to sleep. There were a thousand questions in Narcissa's mind as she contemplated what she had just done and what happened to Sirius.

"Now I fear losing what I never knew I had," she mumbled.

Eventually, she also closed her eyes and fell asleep. After all, with Sirius' arms around her waist, everything seemed alright. There were no dangers, and they could tackle any problems.

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Sirius and Narcissa returned home after their short excursion.

The return journey was much more pleasant as they weren’t running or following someone. But as they got closer to home, they returned to their usual personas. Despite there being warmth in their hearts, they both decided to keep up the act of being cold towards each other.

Walburga annoyed him as he expected, questioning what he did. Sirius shrugged and only spoke with his father as he at least would let him speak before reaching a conclusion. He told a half-truth that he found an ancient ruin in China and found treasures—gold, precious stones and more. The amount was enough for Orion Black to go wide-eyed, as Sirius' personal wealth soared above the Black Family's combined wealth with that single outing. However, no one knew the true treasure Sirius had found was something far more valuable than physical wealth.

For the coming days, Sirius spent all his time in his room, working on what he had found. The number of holidays was limited, and he wanted to get the thing up and ready before returning to Hogwarts.

"Sirius! Look at this!"

"What is it now?" Sirius turned to look at his younger brother. Much had become normal between them by now, and he had given Regulus the task of reading the Daily Prophet each day and informing him of any dark wizard-related events.

"They attacked a street where muggle-borns lived," Regulus shoved the paper in front of Sirius. "Five families eradicated—parents, kids!"

Sirius frowned and grabbed the paper. He remembered what Rita had told him, that something big was about to happen. "This is what our mother stands for, Regulus. This is what most of the purebloods want. Senseless bloodshed, misery and death, and they want you to join."

"I won't!" Regular chirped back.

"Well, I won't let them take you either," Sirius resolutely replied and handed him the paper back.

Knock! Knock!

"Master Sirius… Master Black calls you to his room," Kreacher appeared and respectfully notified.

Father? What does he want now? Sirius cleaned up everything and locked it all away before heading downstairs.

Through the creepy, black and dimly lit corridors, he arrived at Orion Black's solar.

It was a highly decorated and bright room with all sorts of glowing things inside. A massive library was on one wall, and others held showpieces of great value. In the middle was a large table made of some ancient black wood. The Black Family tree was proudly visible behind the table on the wall, seemingly in its prime. There were still quite a few names that were yet to be greyed out, although most were old—Alphard Black, Dorea Black, Cassiopeia Black, Pollux Black, and Lucretia Black were all on the last leg of their lives.

But in that room, Sirius found the two most influential members of his family, "Father? Grandfather? You called for me?"

Arcturus Black III, Order of Merlin First Class, was now old and retired. But his words still held a lot of weight.

"What do you think of the current situation, Sirius?" Arcturus Black questioned seriously, a hint of age-old wisdom clear in his words. This was a trick question, no doubt. "Muggle-born died, killed by you know who. Do you support it?"

Sirius folded his arms and closed his eyes, contemplating a reply for a moment, "Well, what we cannot oppose, we must silently support. But I have learned enough to never place all my eggs in one basket, lest one collapses."

"Haha!" Arcturus abruptly laughed and patted Orion on the shoulder before leaving the room with his cane. "I approve, Orion—Go ahead, you found what you wanted. No matter which side he will join, Black Family will thrive."

Speechless, Sirius waited until the old man was gone. Then he looked back at his father and questioned, "What was that, Father?"

"He… He never even said such words to me," Orion mumbled. "He approved my decision to make you my official heir, Sirius. I'm old now, and my health is failing. I need to set things in motion before I go… As much as I value Walburga, she does not possess enough intellect to think with her head and ignore emotions."

Did he just call his wife dumb without using that word? Sirius smiled a little.

Acting like a pureblood proud man, Sirius walked over and took a seat, "I won't lie, Father. I have great aspirations, and if possible, being seen as Lord Black will make things easier for me."

"That is why I decided to do this, my son," Orion was proud, and it reflected in him. For him, Regulus was a compromise as the boy was too timid and soft-spoken. He hoped for someone smart and sinister, ready to go to all lengths to meet the end goal as the next head of House Black. And in Sirius, he finally found one.

"Come, we're having a family dinner tonight. I will relax from now, merely overseeing how you do the job." Orion locked his table drawers and threw the keys towards Sirius, "Oh, Rodolphus Lestrange and Bellatrix are also coming… Your mother invited them."

"Father, are you sure about giving all our support to the new Dark Lord?" Sirius candidly asked the man, hoping to get a good reply.

But Orion abruptly stood up and stared at Sirius with firm eyes. "He's the best bet, no matter his origins. For us purebloods to take back control of wizarding Britain, he is a safe bet."

Ah, there he is. The Orion Black I knew all my life. Still as drunk in thirst for pureblood glory as ever.

"Hmm… Perhaps you're right, Father. But I would like to be vigilant in case this pawn tries to change from being our safe bet to a liability. Us purebloods have suffered enough after following Grindelwald, and we can’t afford another loss." With fake rage, anger and thirst for power, Sirius was at the peak of his acting career.

"Indeed." Orion only felt more proud. His senses clouded with the false version of the son he always wanted.

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The dinner was as exhausting as Sirius had predicted. Having to act as if he cared about anything his family said was straining his free-spirited mind. But of course, after the topic of Narcissa's upcoming wedding, there was his rise as the Black Family's heir.

Of course, everyone accepted it except for Walburga, who threw a fit and tried to demean him with her nasty tongue.

Should I kill her? No… Poison won't work on her already rotten body.

Sirius seriously contemplated how to end the annoying woman. But seeing Narcissa across the table smiling towards him calmed him down. They hadn’t been physical since the trip, but their respect and understanding for each other now was quite comforting.

"My dear Sirius!" Bellatrix suddenly spoke with her little giggles and a teasing smile plastered on her face. Her husband didn't even react to most of the happenings and looked as if he was a zombie doing daily tasks.

"Yes, dear Bellatrix," he responded, having learned his lesson from the last time. The woman only understood the language of being overpowered.

"Hehe… You're a big lord now. Maybe it's time to meet with the Dark Lord. He will graciously accept you in his core group."

This crazy woman. Sirius internally frowned.

"I would love to, but school begins in a few days, and I don't want anyone to realise what I'm up to before the end of the school. Gryffindor will only trust me if I appear as if I’m opposing the purebloods—a foolish, erratic clown who barks mindlessly." He shamed himself in order to fool the big table, surrounded by all the remaining Black Family members.

Being surrounded by hyenas with whom he shared his blood and fooling them wasn’t easy. Every single word, every single expression needed to be measured. All eyes on him were meant to scrutinise him, and one mistake could lead to heavy consequences.

As long as I can enrich the family, I will have their faith. Better look for ways to make some gold. He told himself and finished the dinner.

Once the members began to leave their seats and go about their work, he left for his room to finish the creation of the spells and the ancient runes he had found.

Despite being the Black Manor, he had a room with bright lamps, and the big windows let in much of the moonlight.

So a body can die, but as long as the heart lives, the body shall live forever? He deciphered the discoveries silently.

Knock! Knock!

Knocks came, and the door opened before he could say anything. He had locked it, and someone was shameless enough to force it open with magic.

But once he saw who it was, it made complete sense.

"What do you want now, Bellatrix?" Sirius stood up, ready to confront her with his arms folded.

"Oh, my Sirius, I just came to say a little goodbye. I will be going for a long time, you see. I thought you'd miss me." Bellatrix, with her nonsensical words, shut the door close and walked closer towards him.

Like always, she wore her usual black dress over her seductive curves, accentuated as she cat-walked forward. Her black hair was unkempt, with all its curls proudly adorning her sides and back.

However, her long-sleeved gloves were missing, as was the case with her lacy corset and black stockings. Her pale skin shined under the moonlight coming from the window above, making her seem ghostly white.

"Let me guess, to serve the Dark Lord?"

She smiled proudly and stopped after reaching a foot apart from him. Then, softly, she raised her hands and caressed Sirius' face.

Her slender fingers tickled his ear as she tried to play with his hair as well.

"You're so clever, Lord Black—I'm sure you will make the Dark Lord proud with your service in the future. He's looking forward to your exploits against the traitors and with the women… hehe."

Sirius sternly stared into her brown eyes and stepped forward in a shocking move. His right hand slithered around her curvy waist and pulled her tighter until he could feel her undulating flesh press against his lower chest. He forced her to look up as he looked down at her—but the smile never left her face.

This woman only understands the language of pain. Ugh… What the hell am I doing? Sirius felt conflicted, but he knew this was the last chance to pull Bellatrix to his camp before it was too late.

"What if the traitor women aren’t enough?" Sirius asked her, faking a smirking smile.

"Oh my!" Bellatrix giggled, showcasing her white teeth, "This wolf is out for all the poor ladies. Well, I heard you're quite rich now, and you're 'the' Lord Black. I say you can have whatever you want—just take anything you want… like you own it."

Is she telling me to do what I think she's telling me to do? Sirius felt confused, as he still had no clue why Bellatrix had become like this with him out of nowhere. She definitely has enough options to fuck out there, even if she hated Rodolphus.

He raised his other hand and clenched her neck, choking her slowly while increasing the pressure. The sensation of her smooth and soft skin, the warmth and her pulse against his palm was quite exciting, and he found himself clenching her harder without a second thought.

"Ah!" Her mouth opened wide in an attempt to breathe. Her ecstasy-filled eyes stayed focused on him, even when involuntary tears rolled out of her reddened eyes. Her long, red tongue also inches outward, and she thoroughly enjoyed his rough handling.

Now, the other hand moved away from her waist and went up, reaching her full, silky, soft breasts covered with her clothes. He unashamedly palmed them and gave an intense squeeze, enough to make her groan.

Pain was necessary to make Narcissa feel what was at stake. Proof that he wasn't going to go easy on her.

"Did Rodolphus ever do this to you?" Sirius asked and pulled back some pressure on her neck and allowed her to breathe a little.

"H… heh… never-uh… touched meh… I never allowed…" She replied amidst loud gasps.

At that time, he lowered his other hand as well and began playing with both her breasts. In the middle, he turned her around and pressed her back on his chest and his throbbing cock on her ripe, rounded ass.

"Aaagh!" Bellatrix cried in pain and arousal as Sirius pinched her nipples over the clothes, and he went as hard as he could. The mounds seemed to grow large and throbbed under his exploit, just as he wanted.

"Who else has fucked you before?" Sirius questioned her with whispers in her ear. "Who else have you spread your slutty legs for?"

"Just… ONE! At school… ah, ah, oh, Sirius," Bellatrix quivered on his chest. Her back wriggled, as did her hips on his erection.

Sirius felt better knowing she was at least not a virgin. So he went a step further without warning.

"Did he ever do this?"

Woosh!

His abusive hands stopped kneading her breast and clenched her dress instead and abruptly pulled sideways violently. Her clothes tore apart, including her lacy black bra inside.

Her jutting, plump breasts leapt out with a jiggle. The hardened twin buds on her peaks seemed like the cherry on top, contrasting their pale red over her pale skin.

"I bet he didn't try this either," Sirius continued and cupped her naked breast in his hands this time and squeezed with a wide grip.

He felt her soft and warm flesh overflow out of the gaps between his fingers. Her aching peaks were aroused to the fullest as well, having flushed red already. Her moans never stopped, even as they were filled with pain.

"No, no… Nobody ever did this to me… Nobody but you… ah fuck! Fuck me, my Sirius!" Bellatrix cried out, lost in the feeling. She wanted to jump and kick his legs because of the pain, but the pleasure always made her knees weak and slit wet.

Sirius obliged and pulled off the rest of her dress, immediately leaving her bare. Her pale skin glistened under the moonlight, sweat already forming on her skin. Her curvy waist, round hips and soft, meaty thighs stood there, an invitation as Sirius also removed his shirt and pants.

"Come here," he remained standing behind her, his hand one crushing her breast and the other already found its way down to her slippery entrance. He still pulled her aside to face another wall where a massive mirror was placed.

Bellatrix fell into a trance and just stared at herself in the mirror.

Her naked ass rubbed atop Sirius' bulging cock, her breast heaving as she tried to breathe. The mark of Sirius' palm was also evident on her neck, and her face was still red from the choking. The sight of her own body aroused her like nothing else.

"Let's see how you look with my cock inside you," Sirius went the opposite path with Bellatrix, as compared to Narcissa. This time, there were no kisses nor any foreplay. He simply grabbed her right thigh and pulled her leg up before easing his throbbing length toward her heat.

In no time, he forced his way in, having found her slippery entrance covered with her slutty juices. She almost melted as soon as his cock began to pierce inside her, the view much more clearer in the mirror as her thick thigh was raised sideways.

"Look at this, Bella," Sirius whispered into her ears, one hand holding her breast and the other sometimes playing with her nipples or holding her folds, bringing her clitoris into view.

"Look at my cock fucking your pussy—hear that sound we make—You’re so hot inside. Oh, you want it so bad… you're cunt’s squeezing me."

Sirius' dirty talk was exactly what made her even more aroused and wet. The helpless feeling while being fucked silly by Sirius's fat cock and his arms around her waist, keeping her in position, made her live a version of her wildest fantasy—a silly fantasy of being helplessly fucked with force.

"Oh Lord… fuck, fuck… You're so good, my Sirius! Fill your Bella's pussy… Fuck it… ruin me!" Bellatrix voiced the wildest words she always held back.

Sirius didn’t lie when he said she felt hot inside. Since Bellatrix's skin felt freezing cold, it only made him feel she was so much warmer inside.

His thrusting shaft felt every inch of her walls, and every little silky area and bump was tantalising.

He never went slow with Bellatrix. From the get-go, he wanted to ruin her, give her the fuck of her lifetime that she'd forever crave. A twisted one, but for the purpose of remaining in his camp.

Sirius pushed Bellatrix forward, and they stood closer to the mirror. At this point, they could clearly see their entire body covering the entire mirror. With her one leg raised and knee folded.

Bellatrix watched wide-eyed as her pussy spewed out juices and draped the mirror with it. It aroused her to no end, and her release began to build up.

"Don't you stop this time! I'm close… I'm so bloody close!"

Sirius went harder and faster instead, her hair even jolting with the motion, her breasts jiggling as they stuck to the mirror.

It was an uncomfortable position to go rough, but he wanted to finish her there for the time being. His wild, unfiltered and rapid thrusts came from his strong thighs, surging through his hips and impaling her swollen, wet, tight depths to a sensory explosion.

"Aaaaah… Mmmmh, yes, baby… Oh, my Sirius… You are my precious Sirius… yes, yes, yes…" Crazily, she moaned nonstop and began to twitch all over.

Her hips also shook, and intense convulsions took over, with a final spasm churning out her molten pleasure juices.

Sirius pulled out at that instant and allowed Bellatrix cum all over the mirror, coating her figure in it with her sprayed juices.

The overwhelming spasms lasted a few seconds, leaving Bellatrix with a rush of pleasure in her head. Her lips curved into a genuine smile, her eyes shut, and a glow of blush rose on her skin.

"I'm not done yet," Sirius pulled her out of the resting mood and shoved her around to his bed. He threw her forward and made her arch forward so her breast rested on the bed and her legs stayed standing still. Her ass presented itself to him.

"Oh!"

Bellatrix moaned once Sirius began to slide into her hole once again. His hands spread her cheeks apart painfully, as Sirius pushed himself in. The slimy wetness was enough lubricant for him to begin fucking her at full speed once more. He rocked in and out of her, gliding through her wetness.

Smack!

He slapped her ass, but it was merely the beginning.

Smack!

He never stopped. Each slap was harder than the one before. The reddened marks on her pale ass appeared not long after while his hips moved with a mind of their own.

"Oh no, no, no… It hurts! Yesssss! Fuck me!" She reacted with mixed emotions to his slaps.

This time, she didn't warn him and began contracting around his girth.

A moment later, she reached another blood-rushing climax while he never stopped grinding his girth deep into her. The nasty sounds of flesh hitting flesh with the squelches in between raised similarly nasty scents. But in that moment, they were fragrances of arousal and desire to fuck mindlessly.

"Turn around," Sirius ordered and with a swift move, turned her body on the bed. He swung his wand, and two ropes came out from underneath the bed and tied Bellatrix's wrists to the curtain frame.

"Oh! What are you going to do?" Bellatrix felt utterly lost in pleasure. "Please let this innocent maiden go..."

Sirius scowled and moved over, getting closer to her face as her body looked like she was kneeling on the bed, but her knees hovered a few inches above.

His hand squeezed her cheeks around her jaws. "Like I own them… did you forget? I own you, Bella… Tell me, what are you to me?"

Snap!

Sirius waved his wand, and the ropes tied on Bellatrix's wrists tensed up. They stretched upwards and pulled her a little higher. That way, while she faced the foot of the bed, her arms were hung up on each side, tugging and gripping at the wrists.

Sirius smirked and got on the bed, and then grabbed her by the hips and lowered her wetness on his needing length on his lap. She sank in deep, making it as painful and arousing as possible. Bellatrix straddled her legs at the sides of his waist, practically enticing him to fuck her.

She tried to pull her arms a few times, but each time, it only brought more pain.

Sirius began to pump his iron-hard cock inside her, making her body jump up while being painfully suspended. She felt his entire length hitting the deepest part of her and even more whenever she moved her hips too much.

"Tell me! What are you to me?"

Slap!

Sirius slapped Bellatrix's face this time. So hard her face instantly turned red.

Slap!

He slapped her breasts and then began sucking on them as well as biting her nipples.

"Say it!"

"Fuck, fuck… ah, oh, oh, oh… Sirius, you mad man… you will… ruin me—YESSSS!" Bellatrix found herself at a loss of all common sense as pleasure drowned her.

"Say what you are, or I’ll stop," Sirius warned her.

Slap!

He struck her in the face again and pulled her head back by her hair, making her feel the pain on her scalp.

Her breasts hit his face as he began fucking her harder from below while closing in on his own release. He never went easier, however.

"Oooooomph… ooooh fuuuck…" Bellatrix cried out with long moans, matching the quick pounding from Sirius. It was a fact they weren’t lovers, but this wasn’t just fucking, but pure animalistic mating for no damn reason. The pain was even more barbarous.

"Fucking say it, Bella!" Sirius grabbed her neck and choked her with both hands while moving his hips and letting the bed's springs help.

"Your slut!" Bellatrix finally shouted the reply. "I'm your slut… Lord Sirius Black! Fuck me now… just fuck me hard… silly, ruin me… hurt me, lick me, hit me… fuck! Fuck you're so good… ooooh…!"

Sirius felt the climax come up at that instant and had no desire to pull out. He released her body from the ropes and let her fall on him. That way, she sat straddling his lap while he grabbed onto her waist and back.

He fucked her from below with his thrusts while she matched him, riding him up and down. She had gone restless and powerless already, like a mindless sex machine meant to be used and forgotten.

Bellatrix was a ruined mess, sweaty, and her dirty hair stuck around her skin. Her face flushed red from the choking.

"Ugh! Take it all in your slutty pussy, Bella!" Sirius groaned and let out his white-hot eruption inside. He spilt everything to her deepest core and coated her silky smooth walls white.

But his cum was soon washed up by her own release as Bellatrix stopped jumping on his lap and felt his resting cock stuffed inside her slimy, slithering pussy, convulsing and squelching, squeezing out their combined sticky nastiness.

She rested her body on him, and her head fell onto Sirius' shoulder.

Tired, Sirius also fell back and left Bellatrix on top of him, her ass still on his lap, his cock still throbbing and twitching inside her wetness. They panted and gasped for breath. While one had an empty head, the other thought if this was enough.

Pa!

He slapped Bellatrix's ass again to wake her up.

"Be here tomorrow, my slutty Bella. I'm not done yet—I’ll claim your ass and mouth the next time." Sirius ordered and waited for the moment of truth to be cleared with her reply as he pushed her aside to stand up and get dressed.

Bellatrix remained on his bed, resting and smiling dreamily with a flushed face. "I’ll be here, Master… All for you to plunder… You own me… all of me…"

What the fuck! Wait, if she doesn't go back to Voldemort, he might come after us!

For the first time, Sirius understood how it felt to suffer from success that day. His cock seemed to have sprinkled the finest magic on Bellatrix, but sadly it turned out to be too potent for his own good.

Can she be my double agent?

The possibility did cross his mind, however.

I guess only time will tell. He thought and glanced at her, especially her round soft ass. Let's first explore her whole and break her thoroughly.

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Sirius thought Bellatrix would happily come to him the next day and let him explore her other entrances. However, to his surprise, she left that same night after he was done playing with her.

It confused him and almost worried him, wondering if his plan even worked. He didn't want Bellatrix to fall too deep into the Dark Lord's servitude, and now he could only blindly hope for the best.

In any case, he spent the next few days working on what he found in the secret tomb in Tibet. It was tough, but with some help from a few books, he successfully finished the research and decided to move on to physical testing on some animals before trying the ancient and certainly life-threatening magic on himself.

However, he received a surprising letter on the last day of the holiday. Reading it, he felt inspired to gather a few allies and decided to answer the sender's calls.

So, on a fine afternoon, he donned the usual black leather jacket and went out on his motorbike. Flying over the magnificent city of London, he headed to the southwestern countryside. It was a long ride, but one that he immensely enjoyed.

Eventually, he arrived at a modest farmland with a single house situated in the middle of it, close to a small pond. It was a twin-story house, and crudely made from the looks of it. It was as if the additions were made without a second thought, with whatever the builders could get their hands on.

Yet, under the warm sunlight, with the pigsty nearby and a henhouse, the homely feeling coming from the structure was warmer than anything he had felt at 12 Grimmauld Place.

He approached the door and knocked after parking the motorbike.

Knock! Knock!

A moment later, the door opened, and a smiling woman greeted him warmly. Likely in her late twenties, she was almost a foot shorter than Sirius and had the allure of an attractive, mature beauty with her flustered pale white face, sharp brows and silky red hair draping over her shoulders. Her brown eyes and plump lips seemingly increased her charm.

"You must be Mrs Weasely, who sent me the letter," Sirius acted respectfully and showed her the letter.

The woman looked left and right as if frightened and snatched the letter from Sirius. "Please, come in, Mr Black… I mean Lord Black. I heard you were announced as the heir and acting Lord."

What was that? Did she write it secretly? Sirius felt interested in her peculiarity.

As he followed her into the house, he checked her out. She was short but shapely. Her rear was sizable and rounded. The calves he could see under the edge of her single-piece red and white flowery dress told him she was pretty endowed with delightful curves. Above, she was wearing a dark brown woolen sweater with buttons on the front, and he could clearly notice the large, full breasts jiggling merely from her steps.

If he didn’t know it, he would probably guess that she hadn’t had any children yet. Her face looked young and fresh.

Weasley is an old house, but… wealth doesn’t seem to be their strong point. Sirius reckoned as he glanced at the insides of the house.

The walls looked old, with their paint chipping off. The house felt crowded with too many things placed here and there, with no care for aesthetics. The walls also appeared devoid of moving portraits.

"Please have a seat. I will bring you some tea."

Sirius nodded, sat down in the middle of a three-seater couch, and waited for the woman to return. The entire time, he kept on thinking about wooing the Weasley family to his side no matter what. It was a fact that despite the lack of riches, the Weasleys were respected in the opposing faction against the purebloods.

Clank!

Molly Weasley soon returned with a tray in her hands. She walked around the dining table and rested the tray on the coffee table.

Wet? What the… Why are her breasts so huge and wet? Sirius got a clean glance of Molly's cleavage as she leaned over to place the tray and make tea for him. He kept staring at the beautiful valley between the creamy hills, feeling his member getting hard just from the sight.

"Sugar?"

"Ah… Yes, two, please." Sirius replied like a good young man. But just then, he noticed something even more strange. He knew the woman caught him looking at her breast, and yet she merely smiled.

She's trying to charm me? He wondered and decided to probe a little.

"If I'm not mistaken, you have a son, right?" He asked.

Molly nodded warmly, handed Sirius the tea, and receded to sit on a single-seater right in front of Sirius across the coffee table. "Two, Lord Black. I just had my second son the previous month—we named him Charlie."

"What?" Sirius coughed a little with the sip of tea in his mouth. "Yet you still look so charming, Mrs Weasley. I must say, you are quite blessed."

"Hah, I'm getting old now, Lord Black," Molly replied and inched forward so her wounded hips rested on the edge of the sofa. She sat with her knees touching, tilting her body sideways from below her waist so the side of her thighs was visible as her skirt naturally stretched up a little.

The sight of her milky-white under-thigh without even a glimpse of hair made Sirius’ mouth dry. A very faint part of her under-thigh was visible, but it was enough for him to harden.

What does she want from me? Sirius wondered, as the letter was too vague.

"The letter said you needed my help? May I know why you contacted me? I don't think we've met before," Sirius politely asked.

Molly Weasley straightened her back as if she was struggling with some thoughts. But a few seconds later, she stood up, walked around the table, and sat beside Sirius on the three-seater. She kept a forced smile on her face while her anxious eyes showed her real emotions.

"Lord Black," she muttered and grabbed Sirius' palm abruptly, holding it sandwiched between her soft, warm hands. She placed his palm on her lap, almost touching her lower belly, above her thighs. "I understand that the Black Family owns the land this house sits on."

"What? Since when?" Sirius had no knowledge of it.

Molly anxiously squeezed his hand tighter and pressed it harder on the middle of her lap, where her legs were tightly pressed on each other. He could feel her soft, doughy flesh and the warmth from the thin skirt.

"We took a loan from Gringotts with the land as collateral. My husband, Arthur, was attacked and injured by Purebloo… I mean some bad elements. He's been unable to go to work at the Ministry for the past two months, and because of that, his salary hasn't come when it should have. I fear he's being targeted, and because of all that, and expenses for my son and the newborn and…" Molly began to pant as she tried to control her fear of the uncertain future.

"We couldn't pay the instalment for the loan, and the Black Family bought the collateral from the bank."

Sirius understood everything right away. To calm her, he instinctively placed his other hand on her left leg, closest to him. He felt his palm instantly sink a little into her flesh and sensed her tiny flinch.

"Ah…" He pulled his hand back quickly. "Don't worry, Mrs Weasley. I’ll help you."

Molly's eyes turned tearful at his words. Being naturally cheerful, she slid closer to him on the sofa until the side of her hips touched his. Her hands holding his palm changed position, and she pressed it on the middle of her honey-soft, voluptuous breasts.

Sirius felt his manhood going so erect that he felt the zipper of his pants about to explode. The bulge was so noticeable that even a blind woman would see it. The sensation over her large, creamy flesh made him want to give up all sanity and just give them a hard squeeze.

"Thank you, Lord Black," Molly almost cried.

Sirius held himself back, pressing his erection down with one hand, "It's alright, Mrs Weasley. I have plenty of personal wealth. I'm sure Mr Weasley's medication, healing, and your children's care require expenses as well. I'm willing to absolve the loan and give you a small, no-interest extra loan that you can return anytime you want to. Please use it to help your family."

Should I try to get the Weasleys on my side now? But I can't tell them I'm playing a game with my family. Then… indirectly asking for a favor for the distant future? Sirius began to wonder how to leverage the situation for his survival, which was in peril.

Poof!

Mrs Weasly suddenly jumped and hugged Sirius. She wrapped her arm around his neck and rested her face beside his ear. Her jutting, huge breasts pressed onto his chest, and he could feel the hard peaks as his black shirt was thin.

Without even realizing it, he raised his hands and sank them around her curvy, plump waist that made her breast and ass appear utterly exotic. He pulled her in tighter. He felt the exchange of warmth. Her body was like a furnace that he wanted to feel all around him.

"Thank you… Thank you… Please just call me Molly," Molly spoke, her mouth resting near his ear.

Sirius knew she felt his hardwood probing the side of her thigh as they hugged. But he found himself caring less and less as Molly escalated things. But he still tried to play his game of politics, "No need, Molly. In fact, I want you to help me with something in return. I know it can be risky and something you wouldn’t want to partake in, but I really nee—"

"I-I understand," Molly suddenly pulled out of the embrace and remained sitting close to him. So close that both their faces were merely a few inches apart from touching. "I was ready for this… I've heard the rumors. I'm willing to do anything as long as it remains between us."

What the! What is she doing? Why is she removing her sweater?

Molly removed her dark brown knitted sweater without saying anything. Her expression looked confident, but a hint of doubt and fear was present in her brown eyes.

Sirius noticed how her heavy breasts jiggled when she removed the sweater. He also saw a hint of wetness around the middle of her cotton dress, realizing something quite exciting.

She's lactating?

"I'm just twenty-nine… Not that old to not be able to satisfy… a man," Molly shyly said and noticed Sirius' gaze stuck on her mounds. It brought some shame to her, but having heard the rumors about Sirius, she wanted to pay him back for the leniency.

"You don't have to do this, Molly," he still tried to act accordingly as a Lord of a House.

But Molly moved from her seat and slid down to the floor on her knees. She then moved and rested between Sirius' legs, keeping his knees spread apart while her soft hands rested on his thighs. Her deep brown eyes stared into Sirius' grey ones. "But I must…”

Ugh… Fuck! She's too damn sexy like this. Sirius tried to fight the dog within but was unable to, for his member fought him for dominance.

His eyes couldn’t move away from Molly's massive breasts. Some parts were visible through her deep-neck dress. At the same time, her lips appeared seductively charming on her face under the flaming red hair.

Her dress and skirt turned out to be a tightly fitted breastfeeding gown, which she began to unbutton from her neck down to her midriff. Then, with a flick, she pulled her arms out and allowed the gown to slide down from her shoulders and gather around her waist.

"Merlin!" Sirius exclaimed from the magnificent surprise.

The true extent of her breasts was now showcased in their real form, clad in a white bra. She was huge, in a good way. Her short frame, thin waist, and slender neck made the two surging peaks stick out. The creamy pale texture was asking him to devour them.

"Let me…" Molly leaned forward and unbuckled Sirius' belt, then unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. Sirius assisted by raising himself a little, letting his pants fall to his knee.

His shaft was already throbbing under the stretched bulge in his underwear. But she gave it no time, eased her fingers into his waistband, and pulled down his underwear. Right away, with a swing, his entire length leapt out with force.

"Oh!" Molly instinctively exclaimed at his length and girth. It was quite something. She couldn't even grip him with one hand.

"What if someone comes?" Sirius asked her, showing more worry than her, which made her feel somewhat better.

She smiled and used her other hand to clench the base of his shaft and squeeze it while stroking him with the other. She pulled his fiery foreskin all the way down and looked at the swollen, purple crown, which throbbed when the breath from Molly's nose brushed against it.

"The rumors make sense," Molly replied, instantly becoming embarrassed for what she had said.

To hide her ashamed expression, she quickly lowered her face and parted her plump lips wide. She easily took his knob into her mouth but didn't directly go further. She puckered her lips where his knob ended and began sucking while her tongue probed his tip.

"Damn!" Sirius cursed. He just realized this was going to be a different experience. Molly was an experienced woman.

Molly coated his purple cock-head with her saliva. As she sucked hard, her cheeks squeezed in, contracting the walls around him. But just as she sucked, she pushed her head down, and with her lips itself, his cock was stroked.

"Ummmh…" Molly moaned and began to shove him deep.

Her movements were all in rhythm, aiming to give Sirius the ultimate pleasure. She began to bob her head. Each time she went down, she took more of him in, and ultimately, her lips reached the base of his steaming shaft.

Sirius dug his fingers in Molly's red hair and jolted his hips up a few times, hitting the throat's edge and feeling her thicker saliva coat him all over.

"Ah… Mmmmh…" Molly made arousing sounds and pulled her head off his manhood, gently letting a bulk of her thick, slimy saliva drip on his shaft and slowly slide from the sides.

Sirius disliked it, but in the next moment, his pleasure peaked. Molly reached behind herself and quickly unhooked the bra, letting it fall forward. With that, her soft, ripe breasts jiggled freely. They were smooth and white, and seemed achingly plump. The light brown throbbing tips were also engorged, erecting outwards. The areola around was also large and seemed soaked with some white liquid that was still visible as tiny drops on her buds.

"I’ll do anything except kiss, Lord Black," Molly clarified and leaned forward again. She rested her weighty flesh on his thighs and then, with the help of her hands, took his erect pole between her peaks.

His girth vanished between her silky, smooth breasts. They were warm and so arousing that Sirius felt something build up in his balls. The feeling was otherworldly, melting his cock and making his knees give up. His scalp tingled as a wave of pleasure rushed throughout his body.

Plap! Plap!

Supported by her own hands at the base of her breasts, she stroked his cock with her silky flesh. She squeezed herself tight to pleasure him and lowered her face to tease or suck the knob that occasionally protruded above.

"Ah… ugh… Molly!" Sirius found himself kicking the floor with his heels as he tried his best not to climax so soon. He wanted more of this. He wanted to taste her. Taste what was slowly coating his rod. The white liquid that was occasionally leaking out of her tight nipples.

"Haa… Haa…" Molly went harder and squeezed her breasts around him with force. Her mounds soon turned aching red as they slapped the base of his shaft.

Sirius gritted his teeth and unashamedly grabbed her breasts in his hands. As soon as he grabbed them, his fingers sank deep. He felt the softness that was beyond any feather he had touched before. Even his hands weren’t enough to hold them fully, but he tried and kneaded them gently, sometimes harshly.

Soon, his fingers pinched her nipples and earned her sexual moans. She was sensitive, even more so now with her flesh filled with nectar.

"Please stand up," he said and stood up, giving Molly a hand to help her.

Then, he gently pushed her back, leading her towards the dining table. He pushed her until her rear rested at the table's edge, but she was still not on top of it.

Sirius looked at her fully naked form as the gown fell down from her waist with nothing to hold it in place. The lack of panties was quite arousing.

Her thick, meaty thighs were something to be devoured. Her thin waist and the jutting breasts were already on his menu. Then her face, with a pink flush of arousal, was worth kissing, her succulent lips asking to be eaten. But he respected her wishes and only kissed her neck, nestling his face under her ear beside her scarlet hair.

His hands worked their way, and he quickly removed his jacket and shirt. His pants were already down on the floor behind, and his underwear was dangling by one leg's ankle.

"Oh!" Molly moaned when Sirius wrapped his arms towards her back and grabbed her round, soft hips. His cock automatically probed her, slightly above her secret entrance. He felt the thin, faint pubes of her while she noticed his flaming hot length waiting to enter.

"Ummmh… Oh… Ah, ah…"

Molly moaned when Sirius went down while kissing her neck. Under her chin, above her breast, after that, he slowly went down and sank his face between her magnificent satin smooth flesh.

His hands soon left her ass and returned to kneading her mounds, squeezing them together.

"May I?" he asked before taking her throbbing nipple in his mouth.

She shyly nodded and placed one hand gently behind his head while the other used the table to support herself from falling back since Sirius was pressing hard against her body.

"Ooooh!" Molly gasped as soon as she felt Sirius' mouth taking in a big chunk of her tender peaks. "Ummmm…"

Sirius, lost in pleasure, ate her flesh like the juiciest steak. He then began sucking on her engorged budding nipples and finally tasted the first spray of her motherly nectar filling his tongue with thick silkiness.

It was strange, and he couldn't make up his mind what it tasted like. But out of his arousal, he just ate her up and sucked hard. From one peak to another, and sometimes even attempting to bring both of them into his mouth simultaneously.

"Ummmh… oh oh oh!" Molly found her feet giving away and took the support of the table more. Her belly throbbed as the sensation of her sensitive peaks being teased and sucked made her moan uncontrollably.

But Sirius decided this was enough, and it was time for the main course. So he stopped sucking her breasts and looked at her flushed face before gently tucking her red hair behind her ear. It was a trick he had learned from experience, one that always made women feel special under him.

"Won't Arthur hear us?" He asked her before doing the final deed.

Molly smiled warmly and caressed Sirius's face with both her hands, "No, dear… Don't worry. Arthur is upstairs on his bed, unable to get up. My children are playing with my friend's kids… Nobody will hear us."

Sirius shrugged, stepped a little to the side, and grabbed the tablecloth before yanking it with force. In an instant, everything that was on it was thrown to the side, the flower vase broke loudly, and some mugs and plates also got destroyed.

"Lay down, Molly," Sirius gently pushed her back all the way. That way, her entire back was resting on the table while her hips were almost hovering beyond the table's edge.

Soon, Sirius stepped in between her thick, needy thighs and rested his cock at her pale brown entrance. She was wet alright, her inner thighs already drenched and glazed with her juices. It was so arousing that Sirius couldn't stop himself from grabbing her thickness and licking her skin, legs, and thighs; milky soft and smooth.

"Molly! What happened?!"

Heads turned as Arthur's interrogating voice rang from upstairs.

It scared the heart out of the two. But Sirius didn't want to let go of this opportunity and leaned forward, quickly spreading Molly's wet lips wide and impaling with a slow, long thrust.

"Aaaarh! Nothing, Arthur!" Molly shouted back.


Sirius pushed vigorously as his length almost vanished inside, earning a louder moan from the mature beauty underneath him. Afterwards, he didn't stop and kept moving his hips in a wave-like motion, grounding himself deep each time, feeling her wet warmth. She wasn’t as tight as others, but Sirius found no difficulty in drawing pleasure from her core.

She accommodated his girth with ease and devoured his cock entirely each time. She moaned, but it didn't seem like she felt pain, which allowed Sirius to go harder from the get-go, and he appreciated it, with his hands going up to enjoy her round flesh.

"Do you need any help?" Arthur shouted again.

Moly's face panicked. "N—ah! Oh, oh, oh… Easy there, dear… No, Arthur! It was just… an owl… a very… playful owl!"

"Alright… I'll go back to sleep then!" Arthur replied.

Sirius smiled and began fucking harder. Molly also wrapped her thick thighs around his waist and pulled him closer, making him lean over onto her. His thrusts heavily shook her large breasts, which made them ache as well as a leak.

"Drink it, dear…" Molly opened her arms wide to invite him.

Sirius' brows rose, and he felt a rush of excitement.

He immediately lowered his face and began eating her breasts, suckling on her tight buds that ached with need, pushing hard against his tongue and shivering. He drank all that came out of them, even spat some over her body just to watch her get dirty. It was hot, and her wide-open, moaning mouth was all the proof he needed.

"Yes yes… oh dear… I wish Arthur did this to me… ummm hmmm…" She pressed Sirius' face on her heavy mounds, feeling all of him everywhere on her body. "I'm coming… I'm going to…cu–!"

Sirius also felt his own climax rising, but he waited for her first. Using one hand, he teased the little button of her pussy. His sticky juice-covered length, with all its swollen veins, kept ramming in and out of her depths.

Never before had he gone this merciless with someone unless he wanted to make them feel pain. This time, she accommodated his size easily, and the sound that followed his wild thrusts was so loud that he was sure Arthur heard them. What the man thought his wife was doing was none of his concern.

"Oh my… Lord Black… Ah, ah, ah… You're going to make me… ah… I can't control…it," Molly began to shiver uncontrollably, shaking her head in ecstasy. She dug her fingers on Sirius' back and senselessly caressed his hair wildly while his mouth bit onto her milky buds.

A moment later, she felt the molten sensation of her release and spilt the sweet juices of passion flow out of her pussy. The sticky sounds she made with Sirius' loud fucking was all that she desired in that vanilla marriage. A good hard pounding, not just quick sex with the purpose of getting pregnant.

Her pussy jolted as she moved her hips to meet his shoving cock.

"Ah… ah… you feel… so amazing, Lord Black!"

Sirius groaned in her drowning juices, which had him busy above and below. But with that, he also began inching towards climax and asked her, "Where? Where do you want me, Molly?"

"Anywhere!" Molly replied in a moment of her aroused mental meltdown. "Fill me, paint me, drown me, feed me—Anything you want… anything!"

"Arrrgh! Fuck!" Sirius found his thrusts gaining a mind of their own. He slammed her pussy red, turning it pinkish-pale, aching even with his girthy cock. But he knew he couldn't fill her in case a black-haired Weasley appeared in the future.

"Eh… Eat it!" He groaned and pulled out before quickly beginning to stroke with his hand.

Molly quickly slid down from the table and got onto her knees. Her massive jiggling breast that moved with her fast breath and her sweaty, sex-hungry face was all the motivation Sirius needed.

He grabbed her hair and eased himself into her throat as she accommodated him by opening her plump lips as wide as she could.

Gluk! Gluk!

He fucked her mouth for a few seconds before feeling the wave of searing pleasure coming from between his thighs towards the tip of his shaft. He quickly retreated and used his hand while Molly kept her mouth open and eyes closed.

"Argh… Take it… Drink it… bathe in it, Molly!"

He jolted with his legs and squeezed his member with his right hand, and poured himself out with long sprays of explosive cum. Once, twice, multiple threads of cum spread everywhere on Molly, covering almost the entirety of her face, ruining her red hair, and dripping on her milky peaks down below.

She extended her tongue out, took the last of his nectar straight into her mouth, and suckled his tip for a few seconds, cleaning it.

"Ummm mmmmh," Molly then used her hands to wipe her face clean, collected all of his seeds, and took them into her mouth. That way, she cleared her eyes and looked up at Sirius like a greedy vixen.

Then, she closed her mouth and gulped it all in one go. But that wasn’t the end as she lifted her breasts one by one and licked his cum clean from there too. Then as the last treat, she took his cock back into her mouth and sucked him until he was entirely limp, and even then kept going for a good few minutes as if she was hungry for more.

Thud!

At last, Sirius took a calming breath and went back to sit down on the sofa.

Molly also calmed down and quickly picked up her clothes to wear, feeling shy and embarrassed once again. "Thank you for not making this awkward… I… I didn't mean to take it this far."

"Why did you even start it?" Sirius asked her as he felt his mind was a little clearer now.

Molly looked down with guilt emerging in her heart, "I… I had heard about your exploits in Hogwarts and… I reckoned this would earn some leniency from you. But you were so kind to me…"

"I wasn't asking for sex when I said I need you to do something, Molly. But then you started it, and I felt the rush," he clarified.

Molly almost sank her face into her breast while looking down in guilt, "F-Forgive me, Lord Black."

"That was bloody amazing!" Sirius suddenly exclaimed and smiled. "I didn't want it, but I didn't hate it—You were amazing, Molly. Your body is amazing, and Arthur is a lucky man."

He quickly started to wear his clothes after that and headed to the door before his cock rose up again and asked for another round.

Molly gasped and covered her face, loving the compliment from a handsome young man like Sirius. She knew she wasn't in her prime and was already a mother of two, so this meant a lot to her.

"Arthur never did things that you did, Lord Black—And I love… liked it."

Sirius smiled and waved before leaving through the door, "In that case, you know how to contact me. I'd love to explore more of your… intoxicating beauty. By the way, don't worry about the loan and the land."

Molly's eyes teared up for no reason that instant, and she nodded energetically, "Thank you… Thank you, Lord Black… Please, don't think I did all that just to lure you and make you agree… I'm not that kind of a w—"

"I know, Molly. And just call me Sirius from now on," Sirius left. "See you around."

Eventually, the engine of his motorbike roared, and he flew away, leaving Molly Weasely to question her own state of mind—the negotiation she had planned failed and succeeded in a way she never expected.

However, she knew she loved every second of it despite some guilt. But to do it again or not was something she wanted to leave to fate.

"Molly! Did someone come? I heard an engine!"

Molly sighed and looked towards the staircase.

Oh, Arthur, only if you weren’t so naive.

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The holidays were well spent, and Sirius found himself back in school. Normally, he looked forward to meeting his best friend and going on a pranking spree with him. But this time, he looked forward to a certain redhead as he ached to feel that pleasure wrapped around him again.

He wanted to meet her quickly, but sadly, she rarely shared the train compartment with them. So, he hungrily waited for the dinner at the Great Hall and spent time randomly talking with James. To his surprise, James hadn't seen her even once during the holiday.

Our secret must never come out. Sirius reminded himself despite feeling horny for Lily. Guilt was weighing down, but the horny was pushing it back, negating and even winning.

Soon, the train arrived at Hogwarts, and everyone reached the school on the Thestral carriages. It was simply the start of the second semester of the sixth year, so there was no long speech or sorting ceremony. But the feast was indeed as extensive as ever.

There she is!

Sirius went to the Gryffindor table and scanned around. He found Lily sitting with her female friend. However, she sat at the edge of the girl's group, and right beside her sat James, with Remus and Peter sitting on the other side of the table.

Both their eyes met each other, and short, hidden smiles were exchanged. Initially, Sirius wondered if Lily would change her mind after long weeks of pondering since he never went to meet her. But now, it appeared he wanted her as much as she needed him.

"What do we have here?" He walked behind James and Lily and forced himself to squeeze in the middle, pushing James away so he could find himself pressing against Lily. "Behave, you two—we're in school now. You're going to have plenty of time after the seventh year."

James annoyedly gritted his teeth, knowing Sirius was just teasing him. Meanwhile, Lily smirked and felt embarrassed since she had done everything with Sirius that he was telling James not to.

"How are you, Evans? Did this four-eyed dumbass write you letters?" Sirius asked as he leaned forward on the table, resting the side of his chin on one palm while looking at her. Instantly, his other hand rested on her lap and gave a squeeze.

Just as soft and warm as before. He looked at the redhead with deep hunger in his eyes. Her face had grown more charming, and her bust appeared a little more developed. Her thin brows, ivory skin, brown eyes, tender, lithe body, and that long neck were just asking to be pounced upon.

Lily licked her lips with that pale red tongue of hers, not in embarrassment but rather in a similar hunger. She did squeeze her legs, but at the same time, rested her left hand on his bulge as he blocked the view for James behind himself.

"He wrote more letters than there were holidays, but enough about that. Are you sure you don't want us to call you Lord Black now?" She playfully asked, pressing her palm hard on his erection, making him feel utterly aroused and hot amidst the clanking of various utensils.

"Yes!" James exclaimed just then. "I forgot you became Lord Black!"

Sirius didn't look back since this fine woman demanded all his attention, "Just acting as a Lord, for now, you two. Only after my father passes away would I be the official Lord."

"Oh, poor you-oh," Lily almost moaned. She felt Sirius brazenly lift her skirt. He pushed his hand in to split her legs and caress her naked inner thighs and scratched his finger against soaked loins under the panties.

"Poor me?"

Wanting to feel that tight sheath again, he swiftly tugged the middle of her panties aside and found quick access to her airy, exposed slit. It was drooling wet, needing, no… demanding his cock inside.

"Siriu–hus… You’re… already a Lord to us," she replied, saving her breath, and tried to stuff food in her mouth to disguise her moanful breaths.

Fuck! She got even hotter this holiday. Sirius found himself almost losing control. All he wanted to do right now was throw her on the table and fuck her until the entire school heard her shattering moans.

He took a cupcake from the plate on the table with his free hand and started licking the frosting off. It looked normal to everyone else, but Lily couldn’t take her eyes off his tongue, teasing the frosting from the cake and on his lips. His tongue widened, licking up the frosting like ice cream, playing with his food.

She wanted that tongue on her, doing naughty things with the frosting on its tip. Her loins were salivating with yearning.

He just enjoyed teasing this girl who was slowly edging towards her womanhood as she matured in body. He felt her smooth, hairless depth and gently pushed two of his fingers in, filling her up and making her legs shudder, opening wider on their own.

He devoured the cupcake in one big bite as if he were showing her what he wanted to do to her. Then he licked his lips and fingers, slowly and deliberately.

Lily gulped as she couldn’t stop herself. She lowered the zipper of his pants and entered the cave. To her surprise, he wasn't wearing anything under it, and the fiery warmth of his cock quickly rested in the tight grip of her palm.

"Hey! Move aside, Sirius. She's my girl. Why are you talking to her alone?" James barked as he ate as well.

Sirius laughed and ignored his friend, "She's going to be all yours, my friend. I'm just trying to get to know her… deeper…"

"Umh!" Lily suppressed her moan; her legs tightened, and her hips spasmed as he invaded her deeply, just as he said.

"She's going to be a part of our group, after all," Sirius added and used his thumb to tease her nub. He drew swift moans and groans from her.

She could barely hold on, so her legs clamped shut, grinding his hand stuck between them.

He was aroused, but Lily couldn't do much with his length as there wasn’t much space to move in his pants. However, in her ecstasy, she never realized how hard she squeezed his poor member. He groaned and tried to finish the little game he had started.

"Oh…!"

"What happened? " James looked at Lily with worry. "Wait! You're sweating and look so red—do you have a fever?"

Fuck! Sirius cursed and quickly slipped his fingers out of her melting core as he sensed James getting up. What the hell? Let go of my cock, girl! Wake up!

"Lily, you look strange!" Sirius, before James could see them, touched Lily's forehead and woke her up. "Do you have a fever?"

"Do you?" Just as she retracted her hand, James reached behind them and touched her forehead, too.

The two miscreants breathed harshly, Sirius more suppressed than Lily. Their hearts thumped as if they were going to burst, and their hands almost shivered, imagining what if.

"I'm fine, James. I think the food is too spicy for my taste," she made an excuse and quickly took some dessert to eat. "Don't worry."

Cough!

"Ugh! It really is spicy!" Sirius supported the lie and coughed like a madman.

"Really? Let me taste it." James returned to his seat and took a piece of the chicken.

Sirius and Lily took deep breaths of relief and looked at each other with excited smiles. They knew how close they were to getting caught and how dangerous it was. But that was exactly what made their little game so exciting.

"That was mad," she whispered close to his face. "But I'm still so hot… Sirius, I want you in me—now!"

Taken aback, Sirius replied, "Calm down, it's too dangerous here. I'm supposed to be the horndog, not you."

Is this because I didn't visit her? He wondered why she was acting so shamelessly straightforwardly. Ugh… She's rubbing me again. I need to find a spot to quench this wildflower’s thirst.

"Ehm! Silence… Silence… Silence~" Suddenly, Dumbledore's voice resonated across the Great Hall, and everyone looked up at him.

But Sirius didn’t as he realized how crazy this redhead had gotten. She almost tried to get down under the table after “accidentally” knocking a knife off the table as if it were some romantic erotica.

He forcefully pulled her back up before she could flip his cock out and gobble it.

"Umh… Sirius…" she mumbled.

Good Merlin, I’ve created a monster. Sirius, for the first time, found himself being more sane than the other person.

"Later… Let's meet after dinner. Relax now and keep your legs open," he told her with a firm whisper and once again caressed her honey-soft thighs and then used just one finger to please her needy, slippery sheath.

"...The Ministry has issued an advisory; especially for those students who belong to muggle families. Do not roam outside the school building after sunset, and the Forbidden Forest is restricted for all students, be it day or night. My dear students, these are tough times—But by overcoming all hurdles as did our four Founders, we too shall cross this brewing storm together… Have a good night."

With that, dinner was over, and the students began to get up.

But to Sirius's headache, he saw Lily almost in a daze, her mouth slightly open, hot breath coming out. Her eyes were wide open but seemed hazy as if she had lost her mind. Her face was still flustered, and he found her slit even more damp than normal.

"Umh… Sirius," she mumbled in a low voice, using her own hand as well to push his fingers deeper.

This isn’t normal. No matter what, the Lily I know would be embarrassed doing this. Then… No! No, no…!

He abruptly turned his head to look at James as a highly insane possibility arose in his head.

No, he won't do something so low to his own girlfriend. No, no… Giving aphrodisiacs is too low even for us. But at the same time, knowing how low they had gone a few times during pranks, he couldn't ignore the possibility.

What do I do now? Can she even reach her dorm?

"Mary," he quickly called Lily's friend, Mary Macdonald. "I think she ate something too spicy. She's losing her mind already… Can you take her to the dorms with you?"

What the hell! Who would even believe such a stupid lie?

"Sure."

She believed it? Sirius glared at the girl. Let's try to find the truth.

Although he had just started it in the holidays, studying Legilimency was now essential to protect his secrets from getting out. So, he attempted to see what Mary was thinking.

It wasn’t easy, and he tried to focus as much as he could. But, just then, she moved and took Lily along, breaking his attempt.

Let's just follow and make sure Lily enters the girl's dorms at least.

"Sirius, wanna plan for tomorrow's pranks?"

Sirius faked a yawn, "Too tired, James. I'll see you in the morning. I might just make you my first victim this semester—I learned a few new things."

James smirked in reply, "Oh really? Fine, the game is on then."

It can't be him. He looks too unbothered.

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The night fell, and the students, as well as their pets, went to sleep in their dorms. After the journey and the sumptuous dinner, everyone was tired, and some didn’t even bother to change their uniforms.

Sirius covered his face with another pillow to ignore Peter's snoring. His bed, the leftmost among the four, appeared illuminated in the faint moonlight coming from the window beside his bed. But he had no idea when something entered the room and slowly crept under his blanket, forming a large mound.

It was winter, but Sirius suddenly started feeling too warm all over his body under that blanket. Soon, his face started sweating, and his eyes sparked open. For the first time, it wasn’t because of a dream.

W-What's this?

A little frightened and a whole lot of arousal, he quickly pulled the blanket off of his body. His heart almost burst open as he tried to hold his voice down.

Right there, still in a formal white shirt and black skirt, Lily was crouched and licking his erect shaft as if it were the greatest treasure in the world. Her breath was ragged and hot, and her eyes were closed while her entire face was sweating.

He mostly saw her red hair swaying amidst the wet sounds that she made with no care of how nasty it seemed.

"Ummm… Sirius," she suddenly moaned and looked at his face. "I need you…"

She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it away. Then she took off her skirt, followed by her bra and panties. Then, like a lioness on a hunt, she jumped on him, lying almost flat on his body, and licked his neck with greed.

Sirius felt a rush of pleasure sweep him through as his member was pressed under her belly, fully erect and ready to enter her. At the same time, her warm and soft body rubbing against him left nothing to imagine. Her perky mounds were taut and tips erect. However, knowing where he was and the fact that his friends were sleeping nearby invoked a unique beast within.

"What are you doing?" He tried to talk her out of it in a hushed tone.

"Umm… Put it in…" She murmured back, her voice suppressed and sounding nothing like normal. She was harsh and roughly tore his clothes, ripping the shirt buttons.

Sirius rubbed his hand on her back, tugging away her wild red hair off his face. Her warm skin slowly aroused him as well, and despite all the common sense that told him not to go ahead, he decided to just be himself and eat the pie when it presented itself to him.

"Fuck it!" He cursed under his breath and began kissing the side of her face while she licked and bit his neck. His hands went behind her and caressed her flaming hot, satin flesh. He cupped both her asscheeks and gripped them hard, spreading them apart and letting the cold air of the room tickle her petals.

"Oh!" In her arousal, she moaned repeatedly.

Fearing his friends would wake up, Sirius found no option but to take her mouth. He grabbed a bunch of her hair from behind, roughly pulled her mouth on his, and exchanged the wet heat.

She didn't mind his rugged handling at all and seemingly got more excited as she quickly spread her legs apart and straddled his waist, right atop the throbbing bulge pressed under her weight. She began to move her hips, rubbing herself on him.

"Umm…" Lily mauled his lips without a break, breathing into him with steamy lust.

Creak!

Sirius stopped and looked to his side as he heard a bed creak. Quickly, he grabbed the blanket up and covered themselves all the way. He kept his lips pressed onto hers to ensure she didn't moan.

This crazy girl. She’ll get us caught. Damn you, Founders… Why can girls enter boy's dorms?

Finding no other way to end the ordeal, he decided to give her what she wanted.

Quickly, he turned to his left sideways while keeping Lily's naked body held tight to his chest. He slid one hand underneath her shoulder on the bed and wrapped it around. With the other, he quickly lowered his breeches and underwear first.

Finally, with both of them lying sideways and facing each other, he raised her upper leg and placed her knees above the side of his thighs. Then, he eased in, guiding his bulging hot shaft towards her entrance.

Having been deeply intimate with her before, he remembered her most intimate parts. That slippery tight wetness wasn’t hard to probe with his knob. But keeping her silent was, despite his tongue practically fucking her mouth.

"Umh…" She groaned once she felt his length slowly pushing deep into her delicate sheath. Impaling deep in a slow and non-stop thrust, she unconsciously clenched hard around him and earned the peak of pleasure while giving him the same.

Sirius delved deeper from both ends, making a mess out of her face with his tongue while sending her into a frenzy of heated sex with his thrusting cock. Fearing the beds squeaking, he kept it slow but deep and non-stop. It was a strange experience as he felt his breath getting ragged without exerting himself much.

The possibility of getting caught was another petrifying matter. Combined, it made Sirius realize something—risky sex was amazing!

This girl… Too bad I can't keep her. She's quite the ferocious beast.

With her shuddering pleasure surrounding his girth, his hand wrapped behind her from below her shoulder and grabbed her red hair tightly. His other hand pinched the throbbing buds of her breasts. Her knee raised above his side, he found it utterly effortless to slide in and out.

She began pushing her hips forward too, aching for more of him inside. Her walls gripped him tight and held him inside. Every little pulsating sensation was felt by both of them in their cores. The rising climax was also mutual.

"Ugh! Are you fucking serious?"

Fuck!

Sirius abruptly stopped moving, as did Lily. Both felt their hearts in their throats as James' angry voice came from the bed beside him.

"Ugh… Go to sleep, James," Sirius replied with a groan as Lily still kept moving her hips ever so slowly, slithering smoothly like a snake.

James grunted, and his bed seemingly squeaked. Sirius couldn’t see as he covered his and Lily's face, which were kissing a moment ago. He expected James to pull the blanket off at any moment.

"Merlin's beard! You're jerking off so late at night?" James cursed at him, his voice reducing instead of coming closer. "Find a damn girl or something, you damn horndog!"

"..."

Utterly speechless. That was all Sirius could use to describe his situation. Impaled on his hungry, ravishing cock rested Lily's silky slit. Her heated breath hit his face, and the little licks of her lips made wet sounds that he felt like tasting even more.

James, you damn fool. I will find a cure for you, I promise you.

But for now, he found himself seeking further pleasure from this otherworldly beauty under the influence of something horrible.

Let's calm you down, Lily.

He waited a while before carefully turning around and pinning Lily under him. Her moist, clenching walls didn’t let go of his member, and once he felt her body tightly pressed under him, her legs spread apart and his weight reaching the deepest parts, he began giving her a good, hard pounding. But it wasn't fast. He only maintained long and deep pumps. It was the best position to calm her down quickly as he ate her mouth, nibbled on her breasts, and pinched her clitoris.

"Oh!"

Need to shut her up!

Magic was perfect for such situations. Quickly, he grabbed his wand from underneath his pillow and cast a Silencio charm on Lily. With that, he allowed her to moan as much as she wanted, as hard as she wanted. Her mouth appeared to move normally, but her voice didn't come out.

Following that, he kept her firmly underneath him, their bodies oozing sweat and fluids. His pounding caresses enriched her depths with bliss. The sound of their sex was low, but he heard it as his cock fucked her without stopping.

Slowly, he never realized when the blanket got moved from over their heads as he kept eating her lips and neck, suckling her tongue and teething on her buds.

She accommodated him more while moaning like crazy without making a noise. Her back resisted his weight, struggling to arch. Her hips tried to grind themselves against him as she locked her legs around his waist.

It was almost pitch darkness, but the moonlight from the window illuminated their bodies glistening with sweat. Their ivory skin coiled together, rubbing atop each other in a heated exchange.

"Gah!" He grunted, wanting to lose himself in the moment. So he cast a Silencio charm on himself as well. "Ah… You're killing me with this surprise fuck, Lily."

He fell almost entirely on her body, feeling her soft flesh against himself. His weight pressed her down onto the soft mattress as he nestled his face beside her's, kissing and biting her neck. He paced his long thrusts slightly faster while making sure the bed didn't make any noise. He had already tried a Reparo charm on it, but the sound never stopped.

He noticed Lily's smiling, wide open mouth, intoxicated eyes widened, and pupils dilated. He could tell she was mindlessly moaning and wished he could hear her. But ignoring it, he focused on his release while sensing her climax, clenching close as well with each probe into her steamy sex hole.

It took everything for him not to go hard and fuck her with all he had. The building heat between his legs and the jolting spasms demanded rough movements. But he persisted and allowed Lily to have her release first.

With his fingers pinching and teasing her bud of pleasure down there, she began to gasp and violently move under his body.

"Argh… Calm down now, girl." Sirius groaned with every inch of her depth. Her tightness was unparalleled.

Ah! Here it comes.

He soon felt her shuddering body with the spasm of pleasure. She stiffened underneath him completely; her legs and hips convulsed with a frenzied release, the likes of which she had never felt before.

Constant, heavy, glorious contractions of her soaking core spewed out molten pleasure from her deepest depth. Squelching around his pounding cock, she slowly relaxed into the bed and calmed her breath.

But Sirius didn't stop fucking her and drew the last bits of desperate pleasure from her swollen red slit. Her fluids helped, and he quickly felt his toes curl. In a needy attempt, he let go of all his weight on top of her body and slid his full length deep into her, throbbing and flooding her depth with his frantic seeds of love.

Once, twice, a few harsh groans left his mouth, and the last bit of his load filled her to the brim.

"Hah… That was fucking exciting," he muttered and lost himself to fatigue.

Quickly, he slid aside from Lily's body and rested beside her. She wasted no time and turned to him before slowly straddling on top, sitting on his cock while pressing her slit atop, letting all the nasty mix of their sex drench them both.

Frightened, he looked to the side and saw his friends asleep. Gazing back at Lily, he noticed her condition was still far from normal. But the way she sat straight up on his cock and rubbed herself was clear to his eyes.

"Come down here."

He grabbed her hands and pulled her down, resting her face under his chin. In response, she used one hand and swiftly shoved his relaxing cock back into her hopeless slit, much more easily with the lubrication of their sex before.

"Thank you… hehe…" She giggled and kissed his lips. "I love it… give me more… ah!"

Fuck! The spell stopped working.

He just realized he could hear her.

Quickly, he flicked his wand again and relaxed back, letting her move her hips and fuck herself on his cock. He knew this was going to be a harsh night and saw his shaft standing back up after a few minutes.

"Argh!" Fifteen minutes later, he came in her again with a frenzy of explosion. He felt genuinely sore this time, but Lily, despite having had two more orgasms already, never stopped rubbing her body against him.

Exhausted, he felt his mind dozing off from time to time. He even noticed that Lily closed her eyes, seemingly asleep. However, her ass never stopped moving on his cock, coming inside her while she climaxed atop him. The game went on for hours, and before they knew it, they both lost track of time and place.

In that room, they soon rested under the same blanket, holding each other's nude bodies tightly in that winter cold. Sharing the warmth, the fluids, and intimacy, they drifted into sleep.

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Horrrrr…! Horror…! "Hm?" Sirius felt something pinch his face and opened his eyes. "Owl?"

It took a few seconds, but as soon as he felt another body hugging him tightly and feeling its warmth, he remembered the entire night. He turned his head to the side and saw Peter already awake and reading a book on the bed to try not to fall behind his friends.

Remus was missing, and James was still sleeping. The sun had risen outside, and the entire room was flushed with light.

No, no, no, no… This is bad.

"Ah!"

He felt Lily jolt a little.

Looking under the blanket, he noticed she had also woken up but still looked like a mess. Her entire face was smudged with the residue of saliva, her hair tangled, and their bodies full of stench.

"What do we do?" Lily whispered, looking terrified.

Sirius racked his brain. His eyes fell on James' suitcase, which had the invisibility cloak, but it was locked and underneath the bed. It was impossible to open it without making a noise.

"Only one option left… Stay calm," he told her and began moving, sliding out of his bed and quickly wearing his clothes. Thankfully, Lily's shirt and skirt were still on the bed, so he tugged them up as well.

It was time for him to show his acting.

"Fuck! I came a lot… The bed's ruined."

Before James could get up, he immediately rolled the blankets, the sheets, the pillow, and the mattress cover as well with great effort. Then, he picked up the heavy bunch of ‘bedding,’ leaving the mattress bare, and walked out, mumbling to himself.

"Gonna have to clean this mess now."

The cost of escape is self-respect. You better not forget this, Lily Evans.

Being early morning, he saved himself from a few other Gryffindors and headed to the common room. Being known as an eccentric mad dog, nobody came to bother him. But sadly, he soon realized he couldn’t go to the female dorms and put her there.

So, he did the next best thing and walked out of the Gryffindor common room. Fast on his feet, panting and sweating, he lifted Lily and almost his entire bedding all the way to the Prefect Bathroom.

After checking both ways, he finally placed Lily on the ground and shoved her into the bathroom. She was still fully naked, looking like an absolute mess, but something that still made Sirius want to ravish her right there—it was a different charm he saw.

"Wait here," Lily quickly ran into the bath and returned. "Nobody’s in. Come on, let's take a bath together."

"..."

"You still want to take a risk? What if someone sees us?"

"I’ll place the occupied sign, so don't worry," Lily bravely grabbed Sirius' hand and pulled him into the Prefect Bathroom, which was the peak luxury with its large pool in the middle. Lily jumped into the water first and saw Sirius taking off his clothes, his erection rising once again.

"Just sit here," she guided him to sit at the pool's edge so only his feet were in the water. Then, with a big, happy smile on her thin lips, she moved between his knees while in the pool and took his length in her mouth without a warning.

A hard, sloppy lick made Sirius curl his toes in the water.

She giggled excitedly and poured some water on his shaft to make it wet. Then, she began to lick him clean with her tongue, and in doing so, earning his rough hands on her hair, allowing him to fuck her face.

Ghk! Ghk!

Up and down, her red hair flopped around with her fast blowjob. Sirius didn't go easy on her this time and turned her face red momentarily.

"Hehe…" She beckoned before his release. "Thank you for the help last night."

"But James almost saw us… and… I felt guil—"

Lily suddenly jumped up to him and placed her finger on his lips, "Last night, if I had gone into the wrong room, something worse could have happened. So I'm glad it was you."

"What about James?"

She sighed, while continuing to gently stroke his cock with one hand, pressing his knob with her thumb and keeping him erect. "Sirius, nothing is going to change what I have with James… and nothing is going to change what I have with you. I love you both in different ways. I don't want to talk about it… I just want to be happy."

But the guilt will never go away. Sirius didn't say it out loud, trying not to ruin her mood.

"Besides," she smiled playfully again and pulled Sirius into the pool. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy last night, and the things we did in the Great Hall."

"Tsk." Sirius sucked in a cold breath and smiled deviously. "Honestly, it was the best sex ever… so exciting and… risky."

Lily nodded firmly and leaned against the pool's wall, raising her hips towards him. "How about taking this thank you gift from me?"

Sirius licked his lips and ignored the soreness he felt on his cock. All he knew was that this wild redhead wanted him.

"Oh, do investigate who fed you the aphrodisiac."

She groaned as his hands fondled her slit underneath the water, "Ummmh… I will… and I will have my payback."

"And make sure you drink that potion. If you were scared of missing a period before, you can be sure you will miss it this time."

"Hehe… Got it, my hunk… now just be happy."

Sirius smirked deviously and grabbed his hard member with his hand to aim. Then, with a strong push, he probed in from behind.

"AH!" Lily yelped loudly. "Wrong hole! Wrong hole! F…uck!"

"Oh, but this is the ‘thank you’ I want."

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Chapter Text

The seventh year started with a bang, quite literally.

James and Lily becoming Head Boy and Head Girl meant Sirius was covered from all sides with friends in high places. Then there was the whole first night shenanigans on his bed, but considering the risk, they chose not to reenact it.

Of course, the culprit was found. The glass of juice with the aphrodisiac in it was meant for Mary Macdonald and was prepared by her boyfriend. As Head Girl, Mary got some scolding, but since Lily wasn't even angry about it, she let it go.

Autumn came, the month of November started, and with that approached the cool breeze of the approaching winter. Any time Sirius wasn't having fun with Lily, making connections, training Occlumancy, or studying, he was working on implementing the treasure he found thanks to the Legend of Immortal Heart.

The change in him was also noticed by many, especially the Headmaster, who once invited him to talk in his office. With double meanings, he reassured the old man that he was still a good guy and that inheriting the family was the only objective. As always, the Headmaster just rubbed his beard and sent him away.

"Come on, we're in our seventh year now," Sirius groaned as he watched James again go after Severus in the exact place where James had once humiliated the brooding Slytherin in the fifth year, by the lake.

James scoffed, keeping his wand at the ready, "He challenged me. How can I refuse?"

My brother, focus on your other wand's dueling, not this one. Sirius wanted to say that out loud but couldn’t.

They soon arrived at the edge of the lake, and Severus was already waiting for them there, seething in anger for some reason.

"Potter," Severus sneered with contempt. "I see. The dog comes with his lackeys. Why, too scared of dueling me alone?"

"It's your kind that slithers in groups, Severus. Let's end this quickly and be on our way. I don't have the entire day to waste on you," James raised his wand. "Let's see how well you can swim today."

Severus said nothing, out for blood for good this time. It was evident in his eyes. He immediately flicked his wand, and in response, James also shouted.

"Stop! Both of you!" Lily came rushing just then and swung her wand to push one of them away so none of them would get hurt.

"Ugh!" Right then, Sirius groaned and clutched his head in extreme pain. The voice of the Oracle from that time rang again, muffled and multiplied. "What…?"

Death craves closer. You stand before one of the composers. The words were clear in his head, and before he knew it, he jumped ahead as he realized Lily's spell, in her desire not to hurt them, wouldn't be enough to push them away. Instead, she'd be getting in the way.

"Flipendo!" Sirius swung his wand at James while Lily swung it at Severus.

Right on time, their spells struck the two boys before they could mortally injure each other. James and Severus got thrown back quite a distance, falling on their backs with a thud.

"Do you want to get expelled from the school?" Lily went to James and scolded him.

Meanwhile, Sirius walked over to Snape, the one man he could see killing him in the future in some way because of the hatred they had fostered. "So you're one of the composers?"

Severus sneered, "Stay back."

Sirius shrugged and stopped reaching for him. But he had to leave a good impression in Snape's mind as he felt the eventual moment of truth was slowly creeping closer. He needed more allies now than ever.

"We're on the same team, buddy," he said with a proud, pureblood-like smirk. "But in the end, will you fall to become his slave? Or will you choose to remain free? There’s never just one option. If you choose to accept the mark, be prepared to forever live in the dark."

He knew his words wouldn't make any sense to Snape right now, but he hoped something would come out of it. However, one thing was sure. The humiliation incident in the fifth year wasn't going to be easy to overcome.

Grunting, Snape got up and left, not wanting to fight in front of Lily.

"You didn't need to stop us, Lily." James was still in fight mode and jerked away Lily's hands. "I could have taught him a lesson. He's the one who challenged me."

"And get expelled?"

"Whatever," James turned around and returned to school. Behind him, Peter followed, while Remus wasn't there.

"Ugh!" Lily furiously stomped her feet. "Why can't they just act normal?"

"This is their normal," Sirius commented while walking over to her. "Don't worry, they'll be fine in a while."

"Why didn't you go with him?"

Sirius looked towards the lake and gestured at the tree, "I was thinking of sitting down calmly and planning out how to deal with my family this coming Christmas holiday."

"You should be more worried about your N.E.W.Ts."

"No, I need to worry about how to take my family inheritance and avoid the Dark Lord. I'm from the Black Family, Lily. They won't stop until I'm crazy like them, or I’ve won," Sirius said as he walked over to the tree with Lily following behind. "I don't even know if I'm going to live very long with the kind of enemies I have now."

She skipped closer to him and grabbed his arm firmly by her chest. "Don't say that. You got us standing with you. We'll help you in any way we can—I definitely will."

He chuckled and sat down, resting his back against the tree and overlooking the lake, "I know you will—very well."

"Wait!" Lily realized something. "This is where…"

"It all started. Yes." Sirius remembered the day when he and Lily first got close to one another. It happened so spontaneously, and yet they felt no regrets, maybe a little bit of guilt. "Come here and have a seat."

As he spread his legs wide, Lily approached and sat down between, resting her back against his chest, leaning back in warm comfort and looking at the beautiful lake. Both of them felt each other's beating hearts, more relaxed than anywhere else.

Sirius wrapped his hands around her midriff and pulled her closer, feeling her bottom push against his crotch. Her red hair under his chin gave off a sweet, intoxicating scent, making the moment even more pleasant.

"Sirius," she voiced softly. "James asked me."

Sirius knew what she was talking about. Unknowingly, he breathed deeply and caressed her belly. "And?"

"I don't know if I should get married so soon after school. I do like him emotionally and mentally but… Is this the right time? There’s so much chaos outside."

"There will always be chaos outside. That's what the wizarding world is," Sirius said as he lowered his face beside her ear. "Don't wait. If you want it, just take it. If it makes you happy, do it."

She smiled in his embrace and raised her right hand to caress his soft black hair, "Since when did you become this wise?"

"Since the moment I realized what's at stake." He inched his face lower, resting his lips on her neck and pecking it softly. "I don't have many goals in life. Becoming Lord Black and living a happy life is all I want."

"No marriage?"

"Nope, my bloodline ends with me."

"Hehe, you're crazy."

"Not the first time hearing that," he replied and slowly raised his hands from her midriff to her mounds and groped gently. Since they were just wearing their white shirt, he found no trouble feeling her arousing tips.

She began breathing in fits, her knees raising and the skirt sliding down her thighs to reveal her pale flesh. Loving his touch, she took one of her hands to the middle of her thighs and teased herself.

Her head fell back to his chest once Sirius opened a few of the top buttons and slid his hand inside her shirt, touching her heated flesh aching for attention. He teased her tips and fondled her round, pert breasts with tight squeezes, massaging them until she let out a suppressed moan.

"How about a quick one?" He whispered into her ear.

"Umm…" Lily licked her lips and exhaled loudly. The next moment, she raised her hips a little and took off her panties before putting them in her pocket. "Love to…"

Always the wild one. He couldn't help but appreciate just how open to fun she was.

Without wasting time, she turned around to face him. First, she leaned over and locked her lips with Sirius', exchanging a deep kiss. Her tongue greedily dug into his mouth and flicked against his tongue.

Sirius closed his eyes and grabbed her ass roughly to pull her over his crotch. With her parted knees, she fell over him, allowing him to ravish her slippery lips and capture her sweetness.

A few minutes spent like that, lost in lust, Lily decided to continue downward. She beckoned a little and rested her knee on the grassy ground, then lowered her head to his crotch. Quickly opening his zipper, she took out his semi-hardened shaft and mouthed it.

"The best," Sirius muttered as soon as he felt her wetness around his skin. The sensation he had felt almost daily over the past few months was still as exciting as the first time. On top of that, her bright and beautiful face, the hair, and the arousing noise she made while slurping up and down his cock quickly brought him to the peak of his erection.

But then Lily lowered her head further and licked his cock from the balls to the tip like it was a popsicle, her greedy green eyes constantly staring at him.

Fighting for life is all worth it for this. Sirius thought jokingly and gently caressed his fingers through her long hair, helping her keep them clean.

Inside his shoes, Sirius felt his toes twitch and curl. Her tight mouth sucking up with intense strokes, brought him to the edge too easily. However, he stopped her right then, making her stand up and lean her arms over the tree.

As he remained seated, he raised her skirt and tucked it around her waistband. There, he saw her drooling, warm petals present in the wild open air. Quickly, his hands went up, caressing and ticking her soft legs, fleshy thighs, and onto the ass before pulling her closer to his face.

He gave a lick to her sweetness.

"Ah!" She reacted right away.

Sirius chuckled and dug his lips into her wetness. His tongue probed her bud of wild pleasure until her knees shook, and her head fell forward between her arms that supported her leaning body. She moaned while one of his fingers found its way sliding into her core.

"Sirius… Oh…" She tried to press her thighs together only to receive Sirius' harsher licks. He prepared her for the pounding with love and care.

"You taste good," He muttered, knowingly embarrassing her.

Just like that, he teased her entrance and clitoris for a few minutes. All the way until he felt her slit shuddering and dripping with her juices. But as she began to approach her climax, he let go to go further.

"Sit."

Lily looked down hungrily and lowered herself onto his lap, her knees parted again, facing him. She straddled his thighs and stroked his cock with her hand a few times, rubbing it on her slit to lube it again. Then, she pressed the swollen knob against her aching furnace and lowered herself.

"Ah… Fuck, you're still too big for me!" She cursed, having grown comfortable sharing warmth with Sirius. "B-ugh.. I like it."

"Hehe," Sirius chuckled and pressed her body closer to his face to eat her breasts. Knowing every inch of her skin, he knew where she felt the most sensitive.

His hands went behind and clenched her cheeks, spreading them while pressing one of his fingers down her backhole, scaring her with short squeezes so only the very tip would open her a little before backing out.

"Oh… hehe… stop being so naughty!" She giggled while riding his cock. Playfully, she patted his face, caressed his hair, and just felt his plunging length hit her deep, spreading her rim and insides so good that she felt his pulsing veins as well.

Slow and steady, his hips also moved slightly to help her. There was a different sort of excitement in fucking in the open. With his cock deep inside her, her ass in his palms, her breast in his mouth—they weren’t naked and yet felt completely exposed to the world.

"Ugh… Yes, yes." Lily took support on Sirius' shoulder and threw her head back while riding violently on his hard cock. Her hair was disheveled in no time, but her face was full of bliss. She let herself be taken over by the pleasuring need.

With the musky scent in the air, his mouth nibbling on her nipples, he devoured the sticky feeling of her core around his shaft. Feeling her tight hole as she split open for himself each time she bounced on him, he noticed the climax approaching.

By instinct, he raised his hips to pump deeper into her and earned her whimpers, whining moans of ecstasy. The ignited desire was unstoppable as both of them wore down each other's bodies to gain their coveted pleasure.

"Ah, oh, oh… Sirius, I think I'm about to…" Lily warned him. "I don't wanna-oh fuck… dirty your clothes."

Sirius didn't give a damn and pumped upwards while holding her on himself. He felt her straining walls around him, the spasms becoming noticeable with each push. His own cock twitched inside, and thankfully he didn't have to ask before spilling as Lily never complained.

"Ugh… Me too," he groaned and shook violently before slamming thrusts of climax deep inside her and spilling himself.

Right then, as Lily felt his warmth coat her insides, she reached her craving release with a frenzy of simultaneous explosions. She quivered on top of him with his entire cock still resting deep in her plundered sheath. Her blissful spurting juices slowly leaked out as he started to go limp.

"Umm… You're just as good as ever," she mumbled with a blushing face and snuggled closer to wrap her arms around his neck, not getting off his lap. "Can I come to your bed tonight?"

"Too risky," Sirius replied as he tucked her hair behind the ears and went back to caressing her smooth ass. Her skirt hid the sticky, sweaty, glistening fluids that were leaking out of her, so they felt less exposed in that embarrassing position.

"Hmph," She pouted and pecked on his forehead before resting her face calmly on his chest. "Did you pass down your crazies to me? Fine, I'll take the payback tomorrow."

"Haha, I think this is just the real you. Wild and fun," he commented, letting his head fall back. "But… there is something that keeps disturbing me, Lily."

Her heart began beating fast. He felt it, "What?"

Sirius stopped touching her below and hugged her waist. "Lily… I think we should stop this after you settle down. I know… and trust me, I'd love to spend every single day fucking you, thrice a day, seven days a week. But, the guilt will be overbearing, and the risk will be much greater. I don't want to be a homewrecker. Not to the two people I care about the most."

"Ha~" She exhaled heavily. "I knew this was going to happen. This was one of the reasons why I was reconsidering. But I don't want you to feel guilty, Sirius. I loved every second spent with you. I truly did. You made me feel needed… cherished, and that I'm not… undesirable."

"You dumb girl," Sirius barked. "You're the hottest girl in the school. I bet half of the Griffindor has dreamt of you by now. Hot, smart, pretty, crazy, fun—you're the full package."

She giggled and looked at his face with a deep, hidden desire. They both knew there wasn't anything that was meant to be between them. She wanted to settle down and live an ordinary life, while he wanted wild adventures. They were compatible in bodies but not in lives.

Not sure, she decided to ask him something. "So… Is this the last time we…"

Pa!

Suddenly he slapped her ass. "Bullocks! I'm gonna fuck you even harder from now on, as much as I can before the day comes when I can't—I want to carve these memories in my head for a lifetime."

"In that case," she slipped away from him, but she pecked his lips before getting up. "You better invent some spell to let me in your damn bed—it's not just you who's hungry."

Bloody Merlin, she's fucking amazing.

"Let's go now," she extended her hand toward him after fixing her shirt.

Sirius took it and walked with her, "By the way, what are your thoughts on Severus?"

Lily creased up her nose, "Since I'm a mudblood to him, I don't care."

Only she can bring that fool back to the neutral side. He knew that much after spending days thinking about it. Let's normalize their relationship so she at least replies to his greetings.

With that in mind, he stopped talking about Severus to not ruin the mood. Laughing and joking, the two returned to the school and got busy with their work again. Of course, Lily took advantage of being a Head Girl, and they met again later that night in the Prefect's bathroom for another meeting.

Having made up their mind and knowing their fun wouldn't last forever. They both tried to ‘experience’ each other as much as possible.

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Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's Hut, classrooms, Quidditch field, terrace, gardens, anywhere one could imagine, Sirius and Lily played with each other. They never got caught as they took precautions, being excellent wizards in their own right.

But time passed, and the Christmas holidays arrived. With everyone returning home, Sirius acted even more hasty to finish his project. But instead of going home, he covertly traveled across Europe and spent money like water.

The experiments were successful, and now was time to implement it on himself. So, by the middle of the holiday, he returned home, tired yet happy due to the success. And now it was time to go on the little holiday trip he and Lily had planned.

As always, he avoided Walburga and fooled Orion Black. Being the proxy head of the family, he had to play his part in that suffocating house.

Knock!

Just as he was packing his bag to leave, the door of his room opened, and a head peeked inside. Curly long hair, a face pale as snow, wearing a black sleeveless body-hugging gown, it was only Bellatrix who was shameless enough to enter without asking.

"Where are you going, my dear Sirius?" She asked with the usual madness in her voice.

Let's keep that rough persona with this one.

Knowing that Bellatrix only knew the rough language, he didn't care about replying to her with straight words. "I ordered you to be back that day."

"Hehe," She giggled like a maniac, showing her white teeth. Then she jumped behind him before wrapping her arms around his back and pressing her round, soft peaks on him. "I remember—claim my ass and mouth. Why don't I compensate you today?"

Sirius scoffed and turned around while her arms remained wrapped around him. He faced her while looking down and roughly clenched a bunch of her hair from behind to lift her face up. It made sure she felt the pain as well.

"Did you forget who you are?" He pulled her hair harder. "My slut! I don't need permission to fuck my slut."

"Oh-hehehe," she giggled like a maiden in love. There was madness in her eyes; they were wide open and taunting him. "Who's stopping you?"

Sirius took out his wand from the sleeve of his jacket and swung it at the door. Then, he stared at Bellatrix and forced her down from her shoulder until she crouched before him. Not even wasting a second, he unzipped himself.

"You know what to do then."

"Oh, I sure do," she commented and hungrily fumbled with his zipper. She shoved her hand in and grabbed his semi-erect cock, and took it out. But instead of taking it in her mouth, she stroked it. "I always knew my Sirius would look the most savory."

This crazy witch.

"Oooh… Look at my Sirius growing so big," she practically played with his cock in hand.

I… Should I fear for my cock?

Such thoughts did cross his mind. But then she leaned and gobbled his entire length in her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue as if making sure every side of it was thoroughly coated with her saliva.

"Ummmmmm…" She enjoyed it from the look of it. The way she bounced on her shapely ass, licked him all over from balls to tip, eating him up until his knob knocked against the deepest part.

Sirius couldn't lie to himself. Bellatrix was indeed amazing at sucking cock it appeared. Her cold fingers added to the pleasure as her mouth coated him with heat. Her tight, sucking, pouting lips squeezed him with all her strength, and her lips caressed his skin roughly with the movements of her head.

The room was dimly lit as it was almost night, but even in that faint light of the lantern on the side, she looked like a beauty. She was, actually a beauty. It was just her brain that made her seem ugly.

"Gag yourself," he ordered her.

"Hmm," she mumbled on his cock and slammed her face all the way forward, letting his cock spear through her mouth and hit the back of her throat. While doing so, she just looked up at Sirius, suppressing her coughs with spluttering saliva from the corner of her lips.

Her face slowly began to turn red from ashen white. Her big eyes started to gain a red hue over them. She looked absolutely ravaged, and her conviction was undoubting.

Isn't she going to let go? Is she waiting for my order?

He didn't know, so he tried to see. In the meantime, his cock throbbed and itched to release the sticky fluid.

However, to his utter shock, she never let his cock out. Her eyes slowly started to become smaller, and her face red like a tomato.

"Move your head and swallow it all," he ordered.

"Gaaaah!" She finally loosened him out of her throat and took desperate, actual life-saving breaths. "Um-hm…"

The wet, nasty sounds of her sticky hands rubbing around his shaft with the twists of her wrists finally brought him to the edge. Her lips only teased his knob, rubbing her tongue around the lower edge of his swollen head, where he felt the most sensitive.

It almost felt painful when he experienced it.

Building around his clenched muscles, his straining balls released a burst, and his cock climaxed into her slutty mouth. His thick strands of hot release filled her up, and she swallowed it all without any trouble.

"My Sirius even tastes great," she mumbled after finishing. "Look, I swallowed all of it."

It was short but intense, and Sirius hoped to send her away quickly after that. "Be prepared when I call you next time. Now leave. I have somewhere to be."

"But," Bellatrix suddenly stood up and pressed her shapely ass on his limping cock. "Don't you want to claim… this? Why not come with me and see how deep you can go? Don't you want it, my Sirius?"

She rubbed herself hard, and her gown was so thin that her soft cheeks almost caught him in between. The warmth was so arousing and so exciting. Just wondering how good she'd be down there after that amazing blowjob was worth exploring.

"So?"

Sirius sighed and relented, "Fine, let's go. Where do you want to do it? Don't tell me in front of Rodolphus."

"Hehe, I like that idea. But not today." She grabbed his arm tightly on her chest, "I'll take you, my Sirius."

"Go ahead."

And just like that, Bellatrix apparated away with Sirius in her hold. Through the seconds of stretches and twisting, they both soon appeared whole again, standing inside some large hall.

It was dark everywhere. The windows were covered with wooden panels, letting no light in. There was only a single lantern at the distant end of the hall, beside a door.

This doesn't feel right.

"Come, my Sirius," Bellatrix hungrily grabbed his arm and dragged him forward, eventually reaching that door. She went ahead and opened it to welcome him proudly.

Sirius carefully followed her, having realized that something wasn’t right. And sure enough, when he saw the people in that illuminated, black painted room, he knew this was trouble in the highest form.

Lucius, Severus, and Narcissa were there. But Sirius' heart ached when he saw another person.

"Regulus! Why are you here?"

"Hehe, calm down, my Sirius," Bellatrix patted his chest. "Don't worry. The Dark Lord will soon be here to anoint you both with the Death Mark."

Ugh! So my fucking didn't work on Bella?

"Severus? Have you gone insane? And Narcissa… I thought you'd be smarter than this," he barked. "Regulus, come and stand behind me."

"My Sirius, don't be foolish now. Serving the Dark Lord is the greatest honor you can have. As the next Black Family Lord, you will have unbridled influence and power," Bellatrix tried to sell him the vision. "Ah, look! The green fire in the fireplace—he's here. Quick, kneel!"

Sirius did not, simply glaring at the dark fireplace. There, a tall and slender man soon appeared in loosely flowing robes. The features were nothing but nightmarish—hands like large, pale spiders, unusually long arms, red eyes with slits for pupils, like a cat. They gleamed in that room with an overbearing aura of evil.

"Ah, Mr. Sirius Black," Voldemort spoke in a ghostly voice. "You made the right choice."

Sirius looked around at the faces of others. There was nothing but fear visible, even in Lucius. That was enough of a sign that people didn’t follow the so-called Dark Lord out of loyalty but for fear—except Bellatrix, perhaps.

Dammit—this came sooner than expected. But…

"Regulus, did you not hear me? You too, Narcissa—As the Lord of House Black, I will protect you. Come and stand behind me," he shouted in a commanding tone.

Yet, none moved even an inch.

“I’ve heard much about you, Mr. Sirius Black. Your free, wild spirit is commendable," Voldemort amusedly stared at Sirius while taking his wand out. "Now is the time to make a choice."

"Sirius! Kneel!" Bellatrix shouted at him wildly.

Sirius shook his head, looking back at her, Narcissa and Regulus. "You too, Bella. Stand behind me, and I will protect you—all of you. Since when did we Blacks start becoming slaves? There is still time, come back home."

Voldemort didn't say anything and merely laughed in a low hissing voice, "They will n—"

Regulus meekly walked across a table and finally reached Sirius’ side. He hugged the elder brother and almost cried in fright. Clearly, he was never too keen on becoming a Death Eater.

"So you two have chosen to betray the truth, the purebloods—I, Lord Voldemort?" Anger emerged in Voldemort's rising voice.

Sirius strategically placed Regulus behind himself and began taking backward steps. But, midway, he raised his hand and showed a middle finger.

"Eat shit, snakehead bastard!"

That was it; The anger erupted.

"Aveda… Kedavara!"

Green sparks burst from the tip of Voldemort's wand, a powerful magic that crackled in the air. The killing intent was so strong that even those around felt their hearts skip.

BOOM!

The flash landed right on Sirius' torso, throwing him back in the air—a hole large enough to see through formed in his chest.

"That is the punishment for being a blood traitor!" Boomed Voldemort. "Etch that lifeless body in your minds—this is the future of our enemies!"

"Pfft… You sure about that?"

"Impossible!" Voldemort lost all his majesty and stumbled back, wide-eyed in shock. "No! How?"

Sirius rose from his death, his body still with traces of blood. With a proud smile on his face, he once again pulled out his middle finger while leaving.

"Seriously—Eat Shit!"

[A/N: I know, Killing Curse does not leave a mark. Then the question is, what happened to Sirius?]

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Chapter Text

The killing curse failed. Voldemort never thought he'd see this day, but there it was.

He was completely certain that his curse struck Sirius right in the chest. But what confused him was the destruction it caused since the killing curse wasn't something that left a mark on the body. So the question was, how did Sirius' chest get blown apart?

And the biggest question was…

"How? How is your chest healing so fast?!" Voldemort shouted in question and confusion, his voice borderline demonic. "None can survive the killing curse, even less those with a hole in their chest."

"Hahaha…" His mouth bloodied, and his clothes dirtied; Sirius laughed like a maniac while standing straight. The hole in his chest was still healing at a rapid pace, and his heart was visibly beating. "Shut your damn mouth, you ugly thing. That's what I will call you. 'Thing'; because with those looks, you’re clearly not human. What did you mutate yourself with? Snakes? Lizards? Cockroaches?"

"Aaaaa!" Voldemort lost his mind right there and swung his wand again. "Avada Kedavra!"

Boom!

Once again, it struck Sirius' chest and blew it apart. But this time, Sirius only groaned while remaining standing. His chest bled profusely but started to get healed in no time. The crazed laugh from Sirius' mouth never stopped reverberating. It became hard to point out who the actual Dark Lord was.

"Hahaha… That's it? That's all you have, Thing?" Sirius mocked and walked forward. "Narcissa, let's go. Bella, you need not serve this filth. There’s no need to follow some dimwit, no-name Dark Lord.
For all we know, Voldemort could be some filthy squib who experimented to gain power… just look at him. Does he look human? Noble? Handsome? And he wants to be the ruler of the wizarding world? I won't even let him lick my shoe, let alone be a ruler."

"Silence, you blood traitor!"

"And what are you? Specie-traitor? Who gave away his humanity for some cheap power? Grindelwald was a million times better than you. Evil, but at least he didn't lose his humanity," Sirius kept mocking him in the hopes of a slip of the tongue from Voldemort.

"Come to me—The Black Family does not kneel to some half-human ‘Thing.’ How is Voldemort any better than a Goblin or a Centaur? Just being able to speak doesn’t make one a superior being." The attacks were quite personal and jarring. He wanted Voldemort to shout his true name so his roots could be traced.

Why aren't you two coming with me? Sirius did feel desperate at the same time.

You don't need to be scared anymore. Narcissa, what are you waiting for?

But right then, he noticed the look on Narcissa's face. The look of acceptance, fear, sadness, and helplessness. He could see she was struggling in her thoughts. She was no longer just Narcissa Black, as the Malfoy name was also attached to her.

"I can protect you all." Sirius desperately voiced. "Dark Lord is nothin—"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Ugh!" Sirius coughed blood but didn’t fall to the ground. He defied the fundamental laws of magic right before them, instilling genuine fear into Voldemort's being. "Bella, you?"

Ah… That look. He noticed the doubts in Bella's eyes as well. Her crazed smile was no longer there despite the crazed looks. She appeared confused and, at the same time, conflicted. Her loyalty had already been earned by the Dark Lord, after all. But Sirius had also proven he could stand against the Dark Lord.

Am I too late? Sirius wondered.

"Do you think this will end well for you?" Voldemort stopped blasting his magic and took a more measured approach. "You are powerless before me. You will never be Lord Black after this. You are a traitor, and the entire pureblood community shall know from today."

Cough!

Immortality never came without a price. Sirius did feel weak from the loss of blood. But he couldn’t give up there.

"Haha, like I give a fuck," Sirius roared and raised his right hand and showcased a fine, bloody middle finger. "From now on, I will hunt you down like the pig for slaughter you are, Voldemort. Run wherever you can, hide wherever you will, but I will always be at your back. Remember this night. Remember what happened today. You can’t kill me, but I will definitely kill you!"

Pained, heartbroken, he stepped back to Regulus again. His gaze never left Narcissa and Bellatrix; it was the same for them.

Tears in Narcissa's eyes? You haven't given up then? He noticed the subtle emotions. Bella, I know there is some sanity there. I hope you don't forget me.

"REMEMBER!" Before he escaped with Regulus, he roared. "Doors to my house are always open for you two—Lord Black is immortal, eternal, and—victorious!"

"You will not escape!" Voldemort flew forward with his strange magic, his red demonic eyes flashing brightly. "Only death awai—"

"Hahaha." Sirius laughed maniacally. "Take us, Kreacher!"

Pop!

And just like that, the house elf appeared and disappeared with the two of them, only leaving an empty space for Voldemort to attack and roar in rage. The night hadn’t only gone wrong but also left him frightened for the first time.

At that moment, Dumbledore wasn’t Voldemort’s only greatest fear. A new name was now added to that list. An unlikely man with an unlikely ability. One who evaded death and laughed at its face.

"Haaaaaaa!" empty roars, that was all Voldemort could afford that evening.

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Pop!

Sirius and Regulus appeared back at 12 Grimmauld Place. It was as dark and depressing as ever, but that night, it felt haunting. Sirius felt weak, but he knew that time was of the essence. He had to take drastic steps to make sure he stayed as Lord Black.

"Regulus, no matter what. Do not come out of my room tonight," Sirius ordered his younger brother. "By the time the sun shines, everything will have changed."

"Where are you going?" Regulus questioned.

"To do what must be done." That was all he could tell him since elaborating would remind him of the sin he was about to commit.

Sirius locked Regulus in his room on the top floor and went out. His chest had healed by now, but the gaping hole in his shirt was still there. He looked like a demon with all the blood covering him.

"What happened to you, boy?"

"This brings me back."

He walked through the corridors while the various portraits tried to pass comments. But in the end, he stopped before one portrait and took it off the wall. He took it along and continued to make his way to the ground floor and then towards his parents’ room. He was light on his feet and kept his wand at the ready.

It was all dark. The sound of snoring was audible in the bedroom. The large bed with its net curtains rested in the center edge of the big room. Orion Black and Walburga Black slept calmly.

By tomorrow morning, the entire pureblood community will know I opposed Voldemort. I cannot, must not lose my lordship over the Black family.

He muttered to himself, seemingly trying to convince himself that what he was about to do was the right course of action. Accepting that what had started as his personal fight to stay alive and prove the oracle wrong had turned into this, something so much more.

"Sirius?!"

Orion Black woke up to a haunting feeling. He felt suffocated for no reason, but when he opened his eyes and raised his head, he saw it, almost giving him a heart attack. At the foot of the bed stood Sirius, unmoving. The light was faint in the room, but Orion noticed some dark stains on his face.

Woosh!

Sirius flicked his wand, and two wands came from under the pillows and into his hands. Then, he raised the portrait towards his parents and let it do the talking.

"Shame of the House Black. The two of you have ruined this family!" The man in the portrait roared with anger. "I, Phineas Nigellus Black, became the Headmaster of Hogwarts to earn our family some name, fame, and respect. So we can be stronger and hold more sway over Wizarding Britain. Yet, here you two lay with no care after ruining my legacy. Thrown to the feet of some upstart Dark Lord you don't even know."

"Sirius, what is this?" Orion Black couldn't stop staring at Sirius' bloodied form. Somewhere deep down, he knew what might be coming. "What happened?"

"Hmm?" Walburga woke up as well and sat up on the bed. "Sirus? Have you finally gone senile? What are you doing in my room? Have you forgotten all the manners you’ve been taught? Is this the best you can—"

Sirius sighed and looked at his father with pity. "She can't read the room, can she?"

"Silence, Walburga!" Orion boomed in anger at his wife. "Sirius, tell me what happened. Whatever it is, we can find a solution."

"It's too late. I gave you time, and you failed me."

"Failed this family." Phineas Black added.

"Failed what?" Orion almost pleaded for an answer.

Sirius raised his wand towards them. With a small wave, two vials appeared on the couple's bedside tables. "I saw Voldemort just a while back. He keeps Bellatrix like his dog, while Narcissa and Lucius are his personal butlers. He was about to place the Dark Mark on Regulus to use him as his servant—and wanted me to join."

"D-Did you refuse the Dark Lord?" Walburga gasped. "How dare you!"

"Drink the poison," Sirius had doubts, but Walburga instantly cleared them with her words. "The ancient Black family, so powerful throughout ages. And you two wanted to turn us into the Dark Lord's stooges. I opposed that ugly bastard and lived. But you won't—drink it!"

Orion Black looked at the poison vial on the bedside table. "If you kill us, you'd be seen as something worse than the Dark Lord! A madman who killed his own blood!"

Sirius scoffed, "Think about it like this, 'Black Patriarch and his wife committed suicide! Is Sirius Black's rebellion against the Dark Lord the reason!' This will be the Daily Prophet's front page headline tomorrow morning."

"Haha, that's my boy!" Phineas Black laughed and praised Sirius. "No doubt, you will take Black Family to the next phase."

"Drink the poison," Sirius insisted again and pointed his wand at them. "I know what I’m doing will haunt me for the rest of my life. But I'd rather kill you than allow Voldemort to use the Black Family for his treasonous activities."

Walburga looked like she wanted to lunge at him and scream, but the tip of Sirius' wand, pointed at her, kept her calm. "Dear, why stoop so low? Let us talk and—"

"Drink it," Sirius repeated, his face now devoid of any emotions. "A mother who sells her children to a deranged dark lord is no mother. If you can't, I will help you."

"Petrificus Totalus!" Sirius used a full body-bind curse on both of them and walked to the side of Orion's bed. Without using his hands, he used levitation to pour the poison into the mouth. "Rest in peace."

Then, he walked to Walburga's side and did the same. "Know this. For all the bad that has happened to the Black Family, you were responsible for most of it.”

Tears slid from the corner of her eyes. Her hideous face earned no pity from Sirius. There was a tinge of something that he felt, and he knew no matter what, killing one's own parents was going to be a burden on his heart forever. But he was willing to bear it.

Akh!

Akh!

The couple gaged for breath as the poison worked silently in their body. Their bodies were still frozen by magic, and they couldn’t even scream or move. Tears fell from the corners of their eyes and stained the pillow wet. Sirius shed a few, too, but none in pity or hatred.

He didn’t leave and watched it until the end. He had to, as it marked the end of an era for him—the beginning of his rule as Lord Black.

"Never forget their pale faces, Sirius Black," Phineas voiced solemnly. "You will become them if you allow incompetence and madness to consume you. Be well. I shall inform Dumbledore of what happened. Hold on to your tears. You will need them later on."

Sirius sighed and got rid of the poison vials. The freezing charm had already dissipated from their bodies as they had died, so he didn’t care anymore. There were no signs of struggle either, and Aurors or any investigation was going to be stopped by Dumbledore.

How did that righteous old man allow me to do this? For the greater good?

Wearily, he rubbed his face and returned to his room upstairs. After that, he sent out the message—Lord Orion Black and Walburga Black had passed away.

"Kreacher!" He called the elf. "Prepare modest snacks. We shall have a few guests soon to pay respects to mother and father."

"Last respe—" Kreacher stopped speaking midway as he realized the meaning. Without replying, he vanished again to see what happened.

Just a little more acting.

Sirius told himself tiredly.

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Rita Skeeter was subdued and nurtured for days like these. As per Sirius' orders, she wrote the article about the death of the Black couple. Most believed it, but some who got the word from the Dark Lord knew the reality. Still, a few came to shed tears for the death, but only one Black sister came.

The day proceeded like any funeral. The bodies were lowered in the grave with a few fake tears from Sirius and Regulus. Some came to him to give their condolences, while others silently rejoiced.

Not long after, 12 Grimmauld Place returned to utter silence, now only Sirius and Regulus left behind as the other few remaining old Black family members lived elsewhere.

"Sirius, look at you. Why is there blood on your clothes?"

He was sitting in his room when the gentle, caring voice shook him awake. He looked up and almost took out his wand. But then he realized it was Andromeda, his favorite cousin with whom he had shared a great many sweet memories of his young life.

She shared an uncanny resemblance to Bellatrix but with a few great differences. Bellatrix was dark-haired with malicious-looking eyes, Andromeda had light brown hair, and her eyes were wider and kinder.

"I killed them," he confessed to the only person in the family he could consider an adult and trust.

Andromeda sighed, her breath a fleeting sound of emotions as she walked closer to his chair by the table. She placed her hand on his shoulder while standing at his side and gently pulled him. She embraced his head against her midriff, caressing his hair.

"I didn't hear what you said. I don't care how they died. You’re alright; That's all I care about." Her voice had a different care and love that Sirius had found lacking in his family all these years. That warmth was more than just physical.

Sirius breathed heavily and hugged his arms around her thin waist, wrapped under a simple, brown dress that went up to her ankles. Andromeda wasn't rich or poor ever since she married and was removed from the family. Yet, her kind nature never changed. He cherished it and embraced her tightly, pressing his head on her belly.

"I hope the madness ends here. Hogwarts is almost over, and I want Regulus to spend his next few years in peace. I want you to be safe… For Narcissa and Bella to return where they belong," Sirius voiced his hopes and dreams. But he knew they couldn’t be fulfilled so easily.

Andromeda gently continued to caress his scalp with her thin fingers. "Sirius, come and live at my place with Regulus for a few days. I don't feel at ease if you two stay here alone. And look at you—dirty and smelly. I won't let you see Dora like this."

Trying to cheer me up? He noticed and stood up, still embracing her. Walburga, that hateful witch. How could she throw away someone as kind as Andromeda?

His arms dug tighter around her waist as he pulled her in for a tight hug. "I’ll go and check up on Regulus. I might actually take you up on that offer, Andromeda. I don't feel like being in this house right now."

She smiled and pecked on his cheek, "I’ll wait for you two downstairs then."

With that, Sirius felt the warmth of her caring embrace leaving him. He couldn't understand it but felt like he had lost something great in that instant.

Sirius sighed and got up to pack his luggage. He planned to return to Hogwarts from Andromeda's place, so he packed everything. Then, he went to Regulus' room and did the same.

Regulus was doing somewhat better. Clearly, there wasn’t much love in the family for the dead.

"Let's go. We're going to live with Andromeda and Ted for a few days. You can play with Nymphadora there," Sirius flicked his wand and helped Regulus pack all the school supplies. "If you have anything to ask, you can ask me now."

"Brother…" Regulus got up from his study table, walked over to him, and brotherly hugged him. "Let's never talk about this day ever again."

This kid. When did he emotionally grow up so much?

"Alright, alright… Let's leave now." Sirius felt a little embarrassed since he couldn't even remember the last time he hugged his brother. "Lock up the house."

"Got it."

With that, he also ordered Kreacher to clean the house and repaint it in off-white. Then, he went to stand at the large fireplace with the others.

I hope this will be the start of something good.

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A modest twin-storey house in a secluded place outside London was where Andromeda lived with her little family. It wasn't lavish nor too frugal. No matter what, it had a vastly more homely aura than the massive 12 Grimmauld Place.

But Sirius didn't stay at the house after dropping the luggage and left for Gringotts immediately. As the new Lord Black, he had access and control over all the vaults. The first thing he did was restrict Bellatrix's vault, which was with the Black Family. However, he didn't do the same for Narcissa since he believed she wouldn't give her wealth to Voldemort. Though he did put it under surveillance.

It was a long day of events. By the time he returned to Tonks’ house, it was midnight. Everyone had gone to sleep, and there were no house elves. So he went to the room given to him on the first floor and shut himself in.

Right away, he sat down at the small study table and began creating something: a mix of potions, chemicals, and magical incantations.

I will need many more hearts to survive this war. This is fucking personal now!

Legend of the Immortal Heart had become a reality. Was it an answer to the nightmares of the Oracle? That was left to be seen.

Immortality alone won't take me far. I must train and grow stronger, better, and deadlier. Every pureblood family must fear me before pledging loyalty to Voldemort.

Unwavering anger, unbreakable will. He didn’t sleep the entire night. His body moved as if he were a machine. The images flashed in his head: death, loss, and hope for tomorrow.

Red-eyed, his body still reeking of blood. He didn’t stop; he couldn’t stop.

I hate feeling helpless.

He didn't want to feel that anymore. No matter what.

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Knock! Knock!

Disgruntled, Sirius had no idea when he fell asleep due to exhaustion. Only when the loud knocks came from the door did his eyes slowly open. The bright light blinded him for a few seconds as the window curtains were open.

"Sirius, are you alright?" Andromeda's worried voice came from the door.

"Yeah… I'm fine." Sirius groaned and got off the floor before frantically putting away everything he was working on all night. "Coming."

A few minutes later, he unlocked the door and looked. Andromeda stood there in a long-sleeved, knee-length, white dress with a brown apron at the front. Her light brown hair was tied behind her head in a loose bun, with a few locks of hair falling from the side, some tucked behind her ear.

A kind smile as bright as the sunlight greeted Sirius. He almost took a step back, "You look… interesting."

"It's already noon, so lunch is ready." Andromeda walked into the room and looked around to see if Sirius had any wild outbursts. But thankfully, there were none. "But I suppose you need a bath first. Just look at you."

Sirius sighed. He knew he looked like a mess. "I need to revisit the Gringotts first. I can't trust those goblins to do the right thing."

Andromeda shook her head and grabbed Sirius' arm. Her caring nature didn’t allow her to let Sirius be. "No ifs and buts. Regulus is playing with Dora in the backyard. You better clean yourself if you want to meet her."

"Ugh," Sirius just groaned, allowing her to pull him along to the largest bathroom on the first floor.

"What's this?" Just as she pushed him into the bathroom, she touched and rubbed his hair, which had grown longer and dirty. "You need a haircut. Stay here, I will bring a stool and tools."

She's just like before. Sirius couldn't help but love this affection. I missed her so much. But why didn't I ever visit her?

Clack!

"Here we go." She returned in no time and placed a high stool in front of the mirror and the sink. Then she folded her sleeves and began working around diligently, clipping his long hair enthusiastically before cutting.

As she worked, he found his face too close to her chest. And when he looked up at her charming face, he noticed the allure he had forgotten—her breath-taking kind face, big eyes, delectable rosy lips, and the little hums she made. The scent of her body was too noticeable—flowery and exciting. It made him want to do reckless things.

It finally made sense why he never visited her in the past few years.

This is why.

Andromeda was the only kind person he had known for most of his young life before Hogwarts. She was older, caring, loving, and beautiful. Being a man, a growing one at that, he now knew what all those emotions were about years ago. Why his heart used to beat so heavily—like right now?

He stared at her face the entire time she worked on his hair with confident eyes. He didn't even realize when a smile found its way to his own lips.

"Heh, what are you looking at?" She noticed his gaze and giggled while moving her hands.

Sirius took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around her lower waist without warning. He was gentle and yet demanding, as his vulnerable hold tightly pulled her a step closer between his parted knees. His palms rested behind her, almost at the start of her supple rear.

The sensation of her thin, white cotton dress against his skin felt too charming. He could sense her warm skin. She had the frame of a mature woman, perfectly in figure and with a full body. Her waist was curving, womanly bust taut, and her hips wide and silky soft.

Andromeda's heart began to thump, and Sirius felt it as much as she did. But she didn't voice any resistance, "How is Hogwarts? Ready for your N.E.W.Ts?"

Sirius felt her plump mounds close to his face as she cut his hair. It took everything in him to not close that gap, but he couldn’t control his hands. His palms sensually slid down her waist, tracing the rising curve and the tender flesh of her rear. It felt brazen, but he kept his palms resting on the softness, each cupping, clinging to her warm rear cheeks.

Andromeda jerked a bit, but nothing left her lips other than a low hum.

"N.E.W.Ts are easy for me. What comes after is the hard part," Sirius talked like normal while his hands slowly, and gently began to knead her rear. It was just a little bit of movement from his fingers pressing harder and digging into her feathery soft skin. It felt so hot that Sirius could swear he already felt an ache in his loins.

She chuckled surprisingly, though there was an exhaling breath hidden with it. "So you don't have any plans after Hogwarts? How about starting some business? Ted tried it once… But I know you’ll succeed."

"How are things with you and Ted?" he asked suddenly, changing the topic altogether. Right about then, his hands became a bit more feverish, and passion oozed from his needy grapples of her cheeks.

Andromeda sighed as the sound of scissors cutting his hair continued, "We're normal, just an ordinary couple."

"Is that why there was that long tool in my room?" Sirius caught her off guard. "You came to my room to hide it, didn't you?"

Andromeda's face turned rosy and flushed. "I… I have needs. Things have been alright, just not as spicy as they were before… Dora."

"Hmm…" Sirius saw that as permission and delved deeper with his palms, sliding them inward and down. His five fingers remained fully extended in hunger to hold more of her; her dress was also creased and folded with his motions, and soon, the tips of his fingers rested in the cleft of her rear. He pulled her flesh apart, teasing her hidden core, letting the air in the room send shivers down her body—Her quivering legs gave it away.

Andromeda felt hot and dizzy. Her pink, flushed cheeks couldn't be hidden no matter what. She made low whimpers whenever his fingers pressed against her back entrance. But surprisingly, she didn't step away from him.

"Done… ah." She breathed in relief after finishing the haircut. "I will go now an—"

She stopped speaking midway as Sirius squeezed her ass tighter and pulled her onto his body. His chin rested on the middle of her plump, full peaks. Their eyes met, and silent words were exchanged. Her hands rose to rest on his shoulder while his fingers kneaded her back roughly, making the embarrassing sounds of his skin rubbing over the cotton dress.

"Won't you help me scrub my back?" He asked her with a needy voice. "I feel… dirty."

Her breath grew short and harsh, making her soft breasts rise and fall. Her dress didn't have a deep-cut neckline, but it was very well-fitted, giving away the details of her bust quite alluringly. "Sirius… Yo…"

"Come on, like old times," Sirius said and suddenly stood up, releasing his hold on her. In no time, he unbuttoned his dirty, bloodied white shirt and threw it away, brazenly displaying his toned, muscular, lean body with tattoos covering some parts. "That cockroach's killing curse stung a lot that time."

"What?!" Andromeda gasped in shock, finally taking her eyes off of his abs and to his face. "Killing curse!?"

He chuckled, tapping his finger on her nose, "Focus, Dromeda."

Embarrassed and blushing, she looked so cute to Sirius that he couldn't help teasing a little. He had noticed her eyes checking his body, and he couldn't wait to do the same. Her mature figure made him feel warm and more intimate for some reason, a desire to be slow and gentle.

He caught her wrist and pulled her to the bathtub.

He stepped in first and helped her before she could say anything. Then, without a warning, he turned on the shower at full capacity.

The sound of running water didn't bother them. Their focus was more on their drenched bodies. Sirius' pants got wet, and Andromeda's entire dress was stuck to her skin, revealing her alluring figure like never before.

You got even prettier. She was a goddess in Sirius' eyes. Heavy bust, waist slightly on the fuller side, but only more sexy, as her wide hips seemed a perfect fit to accommodate him.

"Ah, I'm sorry," he apologized as soon as he turned around, despite his eyes relentlessly checking out this maternal body. "Umm…"

"Hah," Andromeda sighed deeply and stretched her hand around Sirius’ side, and turned the knob of the shower to slow it down. "Sit down. I’ll wash your hair first."

As the warm water only fell on Sirius now, he decided to sit down in the tub. But, before doing that, he quickly discarded his pants. Then, staying true to his infamy of being a wild man, he took off the underwear as well. Fully naked, his bulging shaft stood erect, pointing at Andromeda's belly.

"You—" She couldn't bring up words to scold him. He was girthy and long, and she couldn't avert her gaze. "You grew well."

In an attempt to hide embarrassment, she jested with a few self-deprecating laughs. They had bathed plenty of times before when young, after all. But this… she knew this was wrong and… arousing?

"That’s not all of it," Sirius replied, shocking her with the hint that his erection hadn’t peaked yet. "I’ll sit down now."

The water kept on running, steaming, and falling on his head. He sat down with his back resting on the edge of the tub. But to scrub his hair, Andromeda had to get down to her knees between Sirius' spread legs.

As the tub also got filled more and more with warm water, she was utterly drenched by now. Even her hair was in a mess. The bun had come loose, and locks of light brown draped over her back and sides, increasing the charm of her face manifold.

I hope you don't mind, Andromeda. He said to himself before relaxing further in the tub. That way, his ass slid further, and his throbbing length touched her knees. His hands also rose and rested on her fleshy waist, giving a gentle squeeze.

In that position, Andromeda had to lean forward to wash his hair as they faced each other. In her mind, she already knew this had nothing to do with washing his hair. Yet, whenever she looked down at his body and at his member, she found herself losing the resolve to stop it.

Of course, she had known about Sirius' feelings towards her since long before. She was older than him, and he was young and not that smart enough to hide his feelings back then. The last time they had bathed together, she had noticed his arousal.

But now she knew he was in full control. Yet, he wanted her, and that made her feel scared as well as excited. She was still beautiful, there couldn’t be any bigger proof than what lay there, touching her closed knees.

"We're not kids anymore," she warned him, staring into his deep gray eyes that radiated heated lust for her. "You're making a mistake, Sirius."

Sirius smiled and gripped her waist tighter. But the next moment, he pulled her onto himself, making her lose her balance and fall onto his chest. Her face fell on his, and his lips adjusted to catch hers for a short peck. "Andromeda, who said I don't want to make this mistake?"

And there went all her resolve, washed away with the water. She didn't try to get up and felt the warmth of his body pressed under her squished mounds, his rough hands on her waist and hips.

At last, she looked up at his face again, so close to hers. She felt his breath hit her, raising goosebumps all over her body. She licked her lips to stop herself from taking his. "Why now?"

"Why not now?" He felt her body warm up against him. His shaft pricked against her belly. "You’re someone I've respected, liked and loved since young—fantasized at some point. Today, I'm reminded why I felt that… And I don't want to lose this chance now."

His words left Andromeda speechless. She tried to step back and get on her knees again, and Sirius helped her. Then, she lowered her face forward with long sighs, her eyes still open and looking at his erection.

"Fine… Once," she shyly whispered with resolve and pulled her dress up from her knees, then up from her waist, fully above her bust, and off her head at last before shoving it away. "Just this time… the first and last time."

"..."

Sirius was just speechless at the view. Her ivory skin, her creamy flesh, her full curvy body. Her black bra and matching panties tightly squeezing her. Matched with that face, untamed hair, and gentle eyes with furrowed brows, he felt a mad rush of desire enter his manhood.

"I… I know." Andromeda consciously covered her belly with her arm and shyly tucked her hair behind her ears. "I'm a mother now, Sirius. I know I'm not that beautiful… That pristine anymo—"

"You’re… perfect." Sirius cut her off before she could finish and captured her by the waist again. He pulled her body onto him. He slid further down into the bathtub simultaneously, almost only keeping his shoulders and head out of the water. "I wouldn't have you any other way."

"Ummmh… You." She felt some weight lifted off her heart and surrendered herself to her one-time lover. She gifted her lips to his, her mouth to his, her body to his needs as much as her own.

He took her delicious lips with a passionate probe of his tongue. He sipped them and suckled the two plums to plunder. They shared their breath, sharing the dance of their tongues with tugs and pushes, swirling to explore each other.

Sirius kept rubbing her back, one hand plunged beneath her panties and feeling her broad hips. She felt utterly soft, smooth, and hot to touch. So much so that he couldn't bring himself to wait and immediately slipped two fingers down the middle, reaching for her damp folds.

His other hand struggled with the hooks of her bra and eventually won. With a click, the tight piece of cloth hiding her milky flesh loosened. Her mounds, finally liberated, fell freely on his chest, feeling heavier.

"Oh~" She yelped when his hand behind her finally touched her most secret place. "Be gentle… please."

Sirius looked at her beautiful face from up close and shook his head. "You? I can never hurt you."

"Ah!" She tightened her body against him and tried to climb up on him as soon as one of his fingers probed her entrance under the water. She was almost hairless there, almost. But he knew this little naughty game of theirs was sudden, so he accepted her just as she was.

"Andromeda, I will turn around now." He wanted her and gripped her waist tightly with both before pivoting on the spot. He exchanged positions with her, now having a better view and position to enter her. "You’re beautiful."

He couldn't help showering compliments as he looked at her body relaxing at the edge of the bathtub, her legs spread apart with him and his cock positioned too close to her slit. He admired her round face, big brown eyes, and the auburn hair, then her large and still shapely mounds that he simply couldn't stop fondling, and pinching the rosy buds. Then, the fleshy belly of hers, full and only a teaser for her satin-soft thighs, between which was her beautiful flower of passion that he was going to make love to.

Finally, he leaned forward first and turned the shower off.

In the silence, he heard her heavy breaths, which made his shaft twitch. But he chose to prepare her first and gently pushed two fingers into her desperate walls. While his mouth headed to her well-rounded breasts and licked her, circling the bud, nibbling it, and rolling it between his fingers.

"Aaah… Sirius~" She moaned freely. "Oh, oh..."

The way she moaned was just so different, Sirius felt. There was less perversion but so much more passion, less heat, and more love. The gentleness and care she sounded so pure.

"Andromeda…ugh…" Sirius gulped and pushed his body against her, keeping her legs parted with his body in-between. His fingers kept rocking in and out of her, and his mouth searched for another passionate smooth off her lips. "Can I…?"

"Yes! Put it in…" She almost shouted in passion. She loved how he asked her for permission. She loved the weight of his chest against her body. "Let me feel you—aah! ah! Big!"

He practically hugged her entire body in that position with his arms wrapped around her waist. Skin so intertwined in that warm water that they felt hot everywhere. Her jutting proud breasts resisted against his chest while her arms firmly held his neck, keeping his face closer to hers to kiss anytime she desired.

By instinct, he guided his length to her hot furnace and probed with his knob. It went in with ease, assisted by the water, sliding in with one swift pump, which earned her cries.

With clenched eyes, she moaned so close to his face that it made him smile, "I’ll move now."

"Ummmhmmm," She hummed with tightly pressed lips and wrapped her legs around his back as he weighed in on her.

Sirius continuously looked at her face, not wanting to miss even a single reaction. His cock slowly and gently kept pushing in, sinking firmly, deeper into her moist, sensitive sheath. Her tender insides were tight despite being a mother; his pleasure was at its peak even when a little more of his length was left to enter.

But he didn't want to hurt her and pulled back a little before pushing in again, this time deeper. He kept at it, moving and earning his way into her lustful depth until he felt the entirety of his cock rested inside her.

"Ouhhhh!" She felt it too. "Ohh… Sirius…"

"I love it inside you… Andromeda," he whispered and kissed her passionately, letting his hips move periodically with waves, long and smooth thrusts that pushed her body a little out of the water each time.

"Hmm… Me too…" she responded and began to rotate her hips in slow insistent circles around his impaling cock. Sirius, too, matched his pumps with her voluntary movements, allowing him to grind himself deeper and seek more pleasure.

The bathtub's water made it easier for them as the buoyancy made them feel lighter. Sirius mindlessly suckled her lips the entire time. His shaft similarly never stopped devouring her, stretching the walls of her womanhood, bringing back the pleasure she missed.

"Sirius… this… feels… amazing," she managed to whisper between his neverending deep dives inside. But she could also feel the sensation building up. "Sirius… you can go a little harder."

It brought too much shame just saying that. But she managed and forgot instantly as Sirius began hitting her deep walls with more plowing thrusts and hasty recoveries.

From the base to the tip, like a master cleaving the sheath, he impaled her pulsating core with precision.

"Ah, ha, oh my… this is… I'm coming, Siriusss~" she lost herself soon after, amidst the sound of the tub's water violently splashing around.

Between his greedy plunges, she reached her peak in no time and clenched him deep inside her with wave after wave of ecstasy.

Submerged in water, she couldn't feel it when her nectar drooled out, but the intense spasm of her climax left her belly and thighs throbbing, as it surely brought more pleasure to Sirius.

His desperate pumps remained gentle, but he quickened the pace. He almost sank his head onto the middle of her breast, and she lovingly kept rubbing the muscled planes of his back.

"I… I'm coming… inside?" He groaned in a questioning tone.

"Ah… let me feel you, Sirius… let me feel you inside," she responded and squirmed underneath his muscled chest and toned arms that surrounded her body. Her fleshy legs kept him tightly stuck in her body, wanting to feel him in the most intimate way.

"Oh, oh, oh…! Yes, yes… Sirius… I love it!" She thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of him inside as he delved deeper with each rhythmic push.

She instinctively tried to raise her pelvis and pushed up as he drove his member to its hilt with each thrust. His mouth was against her neck, tongue licking the drips of water, or was it sweat? His breathing was fast and intense, while her breaths came in punctuated gasps.

"Ugh…" He could no longer resist the pleasure of her most savory slit, not when she wriggled against him with her breaths and her thick legs pulling him to plunge deeper. With one final push, he shuddered with wild vibrations and exploded inside her tight depths.

He felt his seeds spill into her molten need as he felt the warm gush soaking him. The same was true for her, as her head fell back with satisfaction. The short, light pumps stopped a few seconds later, both motionlessly dazed in that same position, with Sirius resting deep inside Andromeda.

"Hah…" Sirius fought for his breath and looked down at her under him—the flushed look on her face, the wildly flowing hair, and the intoxicating gaze.

He had no regrets, and he knew she didn't either.

A few minutes passed just like that. Sirius finally let his arms leave her, retreated to the other edge of the tub, and relaxed. He pulled Andromeda as well, making her turn around and sit with her back against his chest.

For no reason, they both simply loved the heat of each other's skin. The touch brought so much more warmth than any hot shower or blanket.

"Umm," Sirius pecked on her shoulder and kept going up until her ear was between his lips. Then he whispered, "I loved being inside you."

"I loved you inside me," she responded right away, caressing his thighs on her side while his hands massaged her breast and softly played with her still-erect buds.

Then, I hope we can feel each other time and time again. He thought, but couldn’t say aloud.

"I know what you're thinking, Sirius," she guessed. "But we crossed a line that we shouldn't have today."

"But I loved it, and you loved it," he argued.

She sighed and turned her head to look back at him, "Sirius, I'm a married woman and a mother."

He smiled and kissed her lips passionately for a whole minute, smudging her face with his tongue while she did the same. His cock already found itself at half mast pressed behind her cushiony ass. "That doesn’t mean you can't enjoy life."

She sighed and remained silent for a while. "No—But I can help you with my hand… or mouth."

I don't want help, Andromeda. I want to make you happy as much as you make me happy. He kept it in his heart and squeezed her mature body tight. God, this family is so fucked up.

"Another round?" He asked.

Without saying anything, Andromeda pushed his hands away from her mounds and shifted forward to stand up and get out.

He admired the view so much that his cock got fully erect. Seeing it, Andromeda paused momentarily but regained her resolve and tied her hair in a bun.

"No, I can't. Ted will be home soon, and Dora might be looking for me," she picked up her clothes and wrapped a towel around her body.

"Then, at night mayb—"

"No. Just forget this ever happened, Sirius," She cut him off and left through the door.

We'll see. He sighed, relaxed fully in the tub, and closed his eyes. I’ll fix everything… We'll all be happy… eventually.

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As morning came after yesterday's delightful evening bath, Sirius found his mind had calmed down. The constant pulsating headache vanished, and finally, he accepted what he had just done. Killing his mother and father was for the good of everyone.

But now, there was a new resolve, as he still had family to protect. With the last semester nearing and the winter holidays almost over, he decided it was better to stay away from Andromeda's house.

Quickly, under the warm light basking the room from the window, he packed his bags again and put on cleaner clothes before going downstairs to find everyone. But just like the day before, he found silence everywhere except for the kitchen.

"Where is everyone?" He asked, finding Andromeda cooking breakfast alone.

He silently stood there at the door and watched her sway around. Her white, knee-length, sleeveless sundress with red flower patterns was tightly hugging her waist. There was also a beautiful apron with its butterfly knot tied behind, and her hair made into a loose bun, leaving a few strands to fall on her charming face as she hummed some song under her breath.

"Sirius? You're early," she chirped. "It's Sunday, so Ted and Dora are still sleeping. Regulus has gone for a bath."

"Is that so?" Sirius abruptly moved and wrapped his arms around Andromeda's fleshy waist from behind. He hugged her tightly against his chest, making sure she felt his morning wood from that thin dress. "Thanks for the help, Andromeda. I feel much better today."

Andromeda almost jumped on her feet. "Shh… What are you doing? Someone will see us."

Sirius breathed heavily and placed his lips on the skin of her nape, just beside her shoulder. He licked it and gently went upwards on her neck. He kept kissing her and slowly slid his hand down while tugging her sundress up, revealing more of her smooth, tender legs and, eventually, her white panties.

"Umm… no." Andromeda faintly wriggled between his arms, "Not here… Sirius."

Sirius didn't reply in words, but pinched her chin and turned her face sideways before planting a kiss on her rosy, soft, sweet lips. Immediately after, he used the same hand to pull down his zipper and pull out his fully erect manhood.

"I need this… Andromeda," he whispered and raised her sundress from behind and, without waiting, pushed two fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down below her thighs. "I really do."

Still holding himself back, he only pushed his throbbing, needy shaft between the creamy, tight gap between her thighs, right below her warm, feminine entrance. Immediately, he began thrusting in and out in the gap, bringing his hands to focus back on her chest and keeping her pressed forward while groping her covered jutting mounds.

"S-Sirius… Be quick… ugh."

Sirius felt her surrender to his desire as she squeezed her legs together firmly, giving him a tighter space to thrust his manhood and realize pleasure. His foreskin sliding between her feathery soft thighs soon stimulated her as well, turning her naked nest of desire into a misty, heated core of wetness.

"Ah…" She tried to flip the pancakes while trying to hold back her faint moans from the teasing of his cock and the intensifying groping of her lush, surging hills. "Ummm… Faster, Sirius."

Sirius loved her silvery voice and intensified his movements. The faint claps of their flesh hitting each other were suppressed by Andromeda's dress, trying to fall down, but remained held up with his cock squeezing into every heated inch of her gap.

His hands were rubbing all around her body, savoring the homely curves of a housewife. Her alluringly meaty waist, wide hips, and swollen, feathery globes threw him into an unhinged chase of pleasure.

"Andro-oh-meda…" Sirius whispered into her ears breezily. "I’ll… leave after this."

"Wha…?" She confusedly tried to ask, only to feel his drilling shaft almost slip into her depth, nearly making her beg for it to happen. "Why?"

Sirius felt sweltering heat rising in his core and saw his release nearing. The way this woman made him feel was like no other. So pure and so loving, he wanted to always remain in the grasp of this warmth. But that was also a reason he couldn't live there. He couldn't be the one to break her family.

"We won't ever be-eh safe, Andromeda. Until Voldemort is fully reborn, he will never stop and… I need to save Bella and Cissy. I saw it in their eyes, Andromeda… they wanted to join me but couldn't." Sirius groaned deeply near the end and hugged her body harder against his.

The impaling thrusts went faster and stronger, turning into slapping pumps of his long flesh. Wanting more, he dug his hands through the sleeve holes under her arms and cupped her large mounds, sliding under the bra with ease.

"Ah…" She found it hard not to take him in anymore. "S-Sirius… No matter what, ah, you can come here, your home… anytime, oh!"

"Anytime? Anywhere?" Sirius breathed heavily on her neck and kissed her ear before licking it. But right after, he stopped his intense thrusts and rested his swollen knob at her entrance, "Inside?"

"Ummm…" She just nodded and pressed her lips together as hard as possible, appearing far cuter and alluring.

But Sirius had a different plan. He turned her face to take her lips, pulling her body away from the stove and towards the kitchen counter. At the same time, he pushed gently, probing into her sopping entrance, and spread her tight, needy walls apart, impaling all the way in and letting her feel the weight inside.

"Ah, ah, ah… Sirius… ummmngh…" Andromeda leaned forward on the kitchen counter to balance herself as her knees almost gave up.

Sirius' one hand pinching her engorged tip of her mound and the constant teasing of her clitoris down there with his other hand rushed out her own orgasm. She threw her head back to find his lips again, raising one hand to lovingly caress his hair.

"Aaaaah… oh, oh, yes, Sirius." She started writhing around his cock, her hips grounding on him with shivering desire.

Sirius felt the same and hastened his hungry, raw pounding, aided by the thick cream of their combined juices of lust, making slippery, wet sounds that they seemed oblivious to. However, he knew it was time to end this, as Regulus could be coming any moment.

"Andromeda…" He groaned and thrust deep, harshly into her stretching walls as they clenched around him with her own release. At the same, a man's and a woman's essence mixed and drenched each other's sex. She felt full, and he felt submerged in the warm coating of their passion.

"Oh, ummm…" Andromeda slowly brought herself to calm as her pulsating petals relaxed despite the heated nectar coating her, and dripping down on her panties. "H-How will you… save them?"

Sirius quickly shoved his cock back in his pants and then pulled Andromeda's panties up, patting her sundress down afterward as if nothing had happened. But then, he turned her around to face him and placed one hand on her waist and the other on her round, oval face.

Her big, hazel eyes seemed worried for him and, at the same time, filled with heated passion. He couldn't help but caress her cheek, "I’ll hunt that bastard down like a pig for slaughter. He can’t kill me. Nothing can. And he… he may have a few tricks, but he should be killable."

"You…" Andromeda embraced him tightly, placing her ears on his chest. "Thank you for not turning out evil like them."

"Hah," he chuckled and squeezed her waist into himself. "Thank you for being the sanest person around me, Andromeda. Forgive me for never coming to see you after your marriage… I… I’ll put you back in the family tree today. Don't ever worry about anything; I'll always be here for you."

She smiled breathily and pecked on his cheek. "You've grown so much."

"Grown very big indeed," Sirius slyly smirked.

"You!" She embarrassingly blushed and slapped his chest with her palm, pushing him away from her. "At least eat your breakfast before you go."

Sirius chuckled and once again stepped closer to her, and this time wrapped his arms around to cup her supple, wide hips. "Are you sure? I might feel too… Hungry."

Her pale cheeks turned blushing red in an instant. "Door is that way, Sirius."

"..."

Almost speechless, he just laughed and kissed her forehead before turning away. "I’ll see you later, Andromeda. It's the last semester… maybe you can move to 12 Grimmauld Place after I start living there. It’ll feel too lonel—"

"Never," she poutingly chirped. "I know what's in your mind."

Sirius sighed in defeat. "Fine, fine… See you later."

"But you can always find a home here… and me."

He just smiled and left. And that’s why that bastard has to die. I don't want to lose you all, nor myself, to that cursed oracle's vision.

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[Exclusive! Lord Sirius Black's Shocking Claims: Is the Dark Lord More Serpent than Sorcerer?]

[In an astonishing revelation that's set the wizarding world abuzz, Lord Sirius Black, the latest head of the famous Black family, has made some jaw-dropping claims about the Dark Lord – claims that are sending shivers down every witch and wizard's spine.

Can Lord Black's words be trusted? Writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent.

We know the fame and history of the Black Family. Bellatrix Lestrange (née Black) is a core member of the Dark Lord's group, it is believed. At the same time, the blood status stance of the previous Black Family patriarch has widely been reported.

But here's where it gets truly bizarre. Lord Black, turning his back on his family's dark legacy, has now come forward with a claim that's nothing short of sensational. He says the Dark Lord, the terror of our times, might not even be human!

"I believe he was once a man, but no longer," Lord Black declared in an exclusive interview. "He's more like a grotesque creature, something out of a nightmare. So gaunt, he resembles a living tree, with skin as pale as a corpse. His eyes? They burn red with a hellish glow. His face? It's devoid of any humanity, twisted into something purely evil. I fear he's no longer a man but a monster, having undergone some vile, dark ritual to fuse with a creature of the lowest order."

And the shocks don’t stop there. It seems the Dark Lord revels in casting the most despicable of Unforgivable Curses. The mere thought sends shivers down one's spine.

But surely, we are all interested in knowing why Lord Black wishes to oppose the Dark Lord, and perhaps his last words may give some a hint. The following are his words.

But why, you might ask, would Sirius Black, scion of a family known for its dark dealings, choose to stand against the Dark Lord? His answer is as chilling as it is defiant. "House Black is ancient and noble," he says, his voice heavy with the weight of his ancestors. "Bowing to a nameless, possibly non-human entity? It's the ultimate dishonor to my family and our proud lineage."

Provocative words from a man with a dubious family past. Can Sirius Black be believed? Or is this another twist in the dark saga of the Black family? Only time will tell.

For now, we're left to ponder these disturbing revelations and wonder what truly lurks behind the mask of the Dark Lord?]

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"This is too much." Lily slammed the paper on the table and took a seat between James and Sirius in the Great Hall. It was the first dinner of the semester, and she already felt annoyed. "What's this… Rita's problem?"

Her problem is that she's my pawn and can't appear like one. Sirius silently ate his meal but remained annoyed for an entirely different reason.

"L-Lord Black…"

Sirius groaned and looked back. "Picture, a letter, or something else?"

"I-I wrote a letter for you, Lord Black. I really wrote it with my own blood. Please respond to it, bye!" The girl from the fifth year threw her letter at Sirius and ran away.

"Gimme that!" Lily grabbed the letter and tore it into pieces. "What's wrong with all these girls?"

Is that jealousy? Sirius chuckled and placed his palm on her lap, gripping the flesh of her thigh tightly, earning her undivided attention. How about this?

She blushed and put her own hand on his, knowing very well that their days as friends with a little bit of benefits were now numbered. "Be careful, Sirius. There are a lot of girls chasing after your fame and wealth."

"Did you really battle the Dark Lord?" James questioned from across Lily.

"When did that happen?" Remus questioned from across the table.

Sirius sighed and started giving them an account of a few bits and pieces of the story. In the middle, girls constantly came to talk to him or give him something. Most couldn't get past Lily's security checks, but a few good-looking ones would get her approval occasionally.

"If I didn't know you, I'd think you're talking nonsense," James commented while eating slowly and trying to look good to his girlfriend. "How did you survive?"

Sirius proudly smirked and relaxed on the table by leaning forward, one hand probing further between the legs of the redhead beauty beside him, who had grown even more beautiful and charmingly mature.

"Skills, my friend. I was simply better than that demonic bastard," Sirius cursed and ate a piece of chocolate he received from one of the more beautiful girls who had approached him, one whom he was planning on giving a 'chance' to 'convince' him.

James scoffed and looked at Lily, "I could have done it too."

And died five times. Sirius told himself. He knew he wouldn't have survived the Dark Lord’s attack if he wasn't technically immortal now. But he's still my friend. Maybe I can at least help them train better.

"Mr. Black."

Sirius sighed and looked behind, "What now? Letter written in your saliv—Professor McGonagall?"

"The Headmaster has called you to his office after the dinner." McGonagall eyed the long-haired boy like he had stolen her liver.

The old man finally takes some interest. I was wondering when it'd happen.

"Understood, Professor."

Sirius spent a few more minutes fondling Lily's legs while she responded in kind and touched his groin until it was utterly stiff and swollen as if it'd burst at any moment. He loved it, the excitement it brought when doing that in such a dangerous place, and the fact that she was as wild as him.

But, now, he had a massive problem as he found himself sitting in front of the long-bearded headmaster. Of all the things that could have happened, the worst occurred.

What in the Merlin's name happened? Why is my cock still so stiff?! It's fucking aching right now. He cursed internally while trying to appear as normal as possible to Dumbledore.

"Are you alright, Mr. Black?" Dumbledore noticed the sweat on Sirius' face. "Water?"

"I-I'm alright, Professor. And yes, I’ll be careful from now on. I know Voldemort has a lot of stooges, and they might come after me. But I hope as long as I stand on the right side, I’ll be supported by the right side," Sirius quickly said whatever he could because he wanted to run out of that office and jerk off somewhere.

Dumbledore eyed him with narrow eyes from above his glasses. "I hope you know what you are doing, Mr. Black. Too many take the wrong step in chase of something best left… forgotten."

What does that even mean? He wants me to forget Bella and Cissy? Sirius felt his mind becoming clouded with divided attention. The chances of that happening are as good as Voldemort slipping on a wet floor and falling to his death.

"Understood, Professor."

"Wonderful, Mr. Black. Know that I stand with you if you ever need someone to share your thoughts with. The loss and responsibility on you—"

Sirius heard none of that as he felt as if his balls would explode at any moment. Just let me go, old man!

"You can return to your dorms now."

Finally!

"Have a good night, Professor." Sirius dashed to the exit.

Bam!

The door was slammed shut so hard that all the portraits felt it, including Phineas Nigellus Black, who immediately voiced. "That boy… He's got a good head on his shoulders but a bit too… wild."

Dumbledore just chuckled and ignored. "Ah, youth."

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Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why is nothing coming out? My bloody hands hurt now! Sirius groaned in pain in the boy's bathroom. It must be the chocolates. Lust potion, this is bad! I can't go to Lily in the girl's dorms either.

Thud!

"Aaargh!" He felt real pain and fell down. "H-Hospital Wing…"

So, he made the fastest run of his life to save his family jewels. By now, he knew this was no lust potion to make him feel horny. No, this was to burst his damn balls and leave the Black Family heirless, not that he wanted to have any, but still, not having his balls explode felt like a much nicer thing.

But why me? Jealousy? He raked his brains and couldn't come up with anything. However, by then, he reached the distant, dimly lit Hospital Wing and roared with the cry of a dying rooster.

"Madam Pomfrey, help!" he frantically searched for the school's matron in her late thirties. "Help me!"

Right away, the woman came rushing in the airy, oversized robes of a nurse. "What happened, Mr. Black? Where are you hurt?"

Madam Pomfrey, being Madam Pomfrey, was too kind for her own good, so much so that she never asked anyone any questions and treated any injury at the sight of it. She took her responsibility too seriously, and combined with her graceful face and emotional voice; it made all feel at ease.

But Sirius had none of it. "Someone gave me a Lust Potion… Quick, it's aching there!"

"Where?"

"In my groin!" He groaned and jumped on a corner bed just after entering the Medical Wing. "It's painful!"

"Oh dear!" Madam Pomfrey quickly left and brought back a tray with various instruments and potion bottles. "Have you tried to relax yourself?"

"I did… Why do you think I'm so sweaty? It didn't work!" Sirius blurted and began taking off his shirt as he felt completely hot all over his body. The burning sensation all over his groin and the surroundings kept rising.

Madam Pomfrey sat there in a daze for a few seconds as she saw Sirius' naked upper body. The muscles didn't surprise her, but; "Tattoos?"

"Later… just help me first, Madam Pomfrey." He also threw off his shoes, and then pulled down his pants, lying on the bed in only his underwear. Thankfully, the Hospital Wing was empty at the moment.

"I-I…" Madam Pomfrey stood up, "I need to know what was in the Lust Potion."

Sirius controlled himself from cursing. "It’ll be too late. There must be some potion, Madam Pomfrey. Something to heal me… any antidote?"

Amidst Sirius' groans, everything suddenly went silent. Madam Pomfrey wordlessly stood there beside Sirius, gripping the hem of her skirt tightly. Her brown eyes were wide open as she took off her nurse cap and allowed the locks of brown hair to fall around her middle-aged face.

"I'm afraid…" She muttered. "This is to help you, Mr. Black."

"What do yo—" Sirius shut his mouth when he saw Madam Pomfrey lifting the layers of her heavy gown until her pale white, unblemished legs came into view.

Immediately, she took off her white, substantial panties and Mary-Jane shoes, then climbed on the bed, kneeling over his legs, one knee on each side. She looked down at his face with some fear and doubt in her eyes, but she relented in her desire to help and sat down on his lap to pull down the last piece of cloth over Sirius' body: his underwear.

"Oh!" She jumped a little when his hard, significant erection appeared, pointing straight up, swollen so much that it looked all red. "This is to help… this is just to help you…"

Keeping things hidden, she scooted over and lowered her hips down above his pelvis, then covered everything with her airy dress, hiding the place where her womanhood met his male desire. She positioned herself easily and straight away lowered herself on his throbbing shaft.

"Oh!" Sirius exclaimed first as his sensitivity peaked.

The newfound arousal from the tightness that surrounded his dry knob seemingly made things worse and more painful. But then she went further down, taking more and more of him in, and her juices started to flow, lubricating him little by little.

It was so tight and warm that Sirius curled his toes and clenched his fists tight.

"Oh dear!" Madam Pomfrey was in no better shape, having to accommodate his girthy length. It felt like uncharted territory, and she had no clue if she could even take all of him in. She only kept her eyes closed, the nasty, intimate flesh of theirs hidden under her dress, and her teeth gritted.

But Sirius suddenly pumped his hips up, shoving in a little more than what she hoped for, all too abruptly. She felt pained and yet strangely warm and good even when squirming over him.

"Ah, ummm… This is to help you-oh… only!" She reminded him, but it felt more like self-assurance.

Sirius silently stared at Madam Pomfrey, coating his cock with her almost dry walls. It was so rough and rugged to squeeze in, but he was lost in lust. Her long, somewhat curly brown hair was slowly getting untidy, while her white, mature, round face was turning pink.

"M-more…" He groaned and held onto her waist with his hands. The multiple layers of her healer robes were annoying, however. "Ugh… I need more."

Madam Pomfrey helplessly tried to put more of her weight onto her hips and sink further down, but it was getting too painful. However, helping students heal no matter what was like her unspoken, unbreakable vow.

"Fuck!" Sirius cursed and gripped her waist tightly before pulling her body down and his hips up. Mercilessly, he pushed into the lovely matron of the school, exploring the sunken depth in her hidden core. So warm, so tight, he felt his cock twitching in excitement.

"Aaaah! S-Slowly!" Madam Pomfrey cried.

But Sirius was delighted for a different reason. "I feel so much better… It's working."

Madam Pomfrey didn't forget her role in that and quickly looked to the bedside table where she had placed the tray with medical supplies. She leaned forward on his body while Sirius' member remained throbbing within her clenching depths.

"Hnngh… drink this." She picked a vial and poured the contents into Sirius' mouth. "It will… calm your heart—ah!"

Sirius swallowed the potion and pulled Madam Pomfrey further down on his body until he could feel her warm, tingling body on his chest. Her face so close to his, he licked his lips. "Forgive me, Madam Pomfrey, but I know what can truly calm me down right now."

"Oh… Wait!"

Ignoring Madam Pomfrey's yelp, he hugged her body and turned around, pinning her down on the hospital bed, which made creaking, metallic sounds. He kept her wetness thoroughly spread with his unwavering cock, legs wide open in that heavy dress, as he looked down at her face.

"Again, forgive me…" He went down and sunk his face under her chin and licked her neck. He left no spot of her delicate skin while his hands fondled her mounds and glided into her depth below.

Back and forth, he soon got her tightness wet according to his need and earned her uninterrupted suppressed moans. With her head thrown back on the pillow, she tried to clench the bedsheet with her hands to control herself.

"This won't do," Sirius muttered and tried to take off her clothes, starting with the oversized apron. There were so many layers that it annoyed him to no end, but he still pushed through. Never once did he stop sliding in and out of her.

"Mr. Black, I'm only helping you… this is not needed!" She tried to protest at his attempts.

Sirius continued and started removing her gown by lifting it up. "This is how you can help, Madam Pomfrey."

"What if someone comes?" She tried to scare him.

But fear was the last thing Sirius felt at that moment. "Let them."

At last, he got so annoyed that he ended up tugging down at the neck of her dress and savagely tearing it apart downwards, creating a wide enough gap to slide it further down from her arms to her waist, and then completely off after a short moment of pulling out.

It was cold, and Madam Ponfrey felt it all over her naked skin. Only her bra was the lone cover on her body now, which soon got pulled away violently too. As naked as Sirius, except for her knee-high white Victorian socks, she found herself squirming underneath him, skin to skin.

"Mmmmm… slower…" she moaned as Sirius began rocking inside her, spearing her with his girth. It felt utterly full, and she could see herself being ruined with all that stretching.

Sirius took the sight of her womanly body in his eyes first. She was attractive and alluring. Her body was lithe, but her mounds were full and tight, jutting outwards with their pale brown, throbbing tips and sizable areolas.

Looking down, the view of his cock sliding in and out of her tight, hot pool of throbbing insides drew his pleasure out like a bee finally finding nectar.

"Ugh, ugh…" Sirius felt the urge to find release, but the strange Lust Potion seemed to have made it hard for him, prompting him to take a harsher pace and pound into her. He fucked her mercilessly while devouring her ample soft breast in his mouth.

"Ummm… ah, ah… Mr. Black… oh, so…" Madam Pomfrey seemingly lost herself to his pounding, maintaining her spread legs with constant, long moans.

"Who's there?!"

Suddenly, a groaning voice echoed from the entrance, followed by a cat's meow.

Sirius heard it and felt his mouth going dry all of a sudden. Damn, Filch!

"Let me go, quick!" Madam Pomfrey cried.

But Sirius couldn't possibly do that, not until his problem was solved, as he felt his cock was throbbing painfully harder any time he didn't spear her pussy apart. So he quickly pressed his body down on hers and threw the blanket over themselves.

"Mr. Black, he wi—"

Sirius groaned and shoved his lips on hers, taking her by surprise and shutting her mouth for good. All her resistance melted away, and they silently heard the footsteps getting closer while their lips never stopped sharing the silky warmth.

"Errr… Let's go, Mrs. Norris. Don't make noise."

Sirius finally noticed the footsteps leaving and started to move again, slowly at the start, rubbing his entire body against hers, sliding in and out of her slick wetness with ease. The sudden kiss had turned into a full-fledged heated moment of sweeping searches in each other's mouths.

"I really need this, Madam Pomfrey. Please don't be mad at this," Sirius suddenly commented and threw the blanket away. Then, while continuing to pump into her, he picked up his tie and tied her hands on the bed's headboard. Then, using her own nurse cap cloth, he tied the other hand.

"W-What is the mea…"

Sirius suddenly pulled out of her depth completely and pushed her legs up, curving her waist upwards until her knees touched her swollen plumb breast. Then, he used Madam Pomfrey's apron and tied one knee to her arm, then tied her other knee up with another piece of her clothing.

In that position, her legs were tied up, and her knees were spread wide apart, tied up to her arms. It was tight enough that she couldn’t move from that position but not so tight that she couldn’t wiggle her luscious hips.

Her limber frame and the strikingly soft breast stuck between her knees seemingly invited him to relish her. But the view of her soaking pussy was the real sweet delight. He brushed the tip of his finger on her soaking petals, earning a little lustful wiggle of her ass. Her body shivered as her pussy twitched, wetting the tip of his finger.

"You squirm too much, Madam Pomfrey. I need to be fast and maybe harsh to end this… It already feels like it’s going to explode," Sirius confessed and rose up on his knees, ignoring the fearful look on the brown-haired, mature beauty's face.

"Aaah!" she moaned aloud, not being in a position to even move.

Her ass was raised up so high that her spread, pale brown slit was visible to even her, and now Sirius was slowly entering it. She saw every inch of his length slowly spread her slippery wetness apart, inching further and further in.

With the smoldering sight, she could feel every scratching bump of his pumping veins brush against her soaking petals and walls. Every notch caressing her sensitive walls, causing her to quiver. Her walls clenched involuntarily, milking his shaft.

Finally, after Sirius was balls deep, he stopped and glanced at Madam Pomfrey's face. "Thank you, I owe you this one, ha…!"

"Oh… goodness! Yess!"

She's liking this? Sirius almost felt like he had misheard her. So he tried to focus on her face and noticed a faint gasping smile on her lips. As he slammed his cock into her achingly tied body, she appeared to moan harder.

Pushing his weight into his thrusts, Sirius closed his eyes and focused on helping himself to the delectable spread. In and out, the vulgar mating of their flesh resounded in the spacious hospital wing of the school. The bed creaked under their weight, and the grunts matched with the feminine moans.

"Yes, ah, that's so… I never… knew…" Madam Pomfrey's words were making no sense as her tone rose and fell because of his heavy pounding.

She's into this? Sirius realized and went a little more rough, adding his hand to tease her swollen clitoris, greedy for all the attention. He grinned as he heard her melodious moan every time he struck the right places.

Ravishing, shameless, savage fucking continued nonstop.

Sirius and Madam Pomfrey both turned red from all the heated desire and sweating. Her back hurt, while Sirius felt his legs giving up. But finding his release almost on the edge, he didn't stop.

"Just ugh little," he told her and clenched her breasts harshly, throwing the mature woman into a frenzy of shivering emotions. How many times she had come was unknown, but she did it again and coated his cock with her warmth. It was a strong one, coming out like a spray of her nectar.

The struggles she made to free her arms and legs looked like a farce as they excited her further.

Pa!

Sirius slapped her breasts, leaving red marks of his fingers.

Pa!

Then he slapped her ass that was curved and raised, again leaving multiple marks of his palm. But he didn't stop there, and just as the rush of his release came close, he patted her face a little harshly.

Pak pak!

"You like this, Madam?"

"Ooooh… Yessss… Harder~" She looked like an utter mess of sweaty, messy hair, giggling like a maniac after almost an hour of continuous fucking. She felt sore and yet pleasured, she felt shame, and yet desire for more.

Pa!

Sirius slapped her face as she wanted, and choked her neck a little, making her feel helpless with her arms and legs tied. His cock sank harshly, deep inside her, having molded it into his perfect size. The tightness was still there as Madam Pomfrey pretended to struggle beneath him, and with her movements, the tugging and pulling around his shaft increased the pleasure.

Pa!

He slapped her and leaned down fully on her spread and raised slit, sinking to her deepest core and reveling in the incredible climax that came out with a burst of spilling seeds. He didn't care about sullying her with his cream as she was a healer, and dealing with this was easy for her.

"Do you feel it?" He asked, still pumping his cock hastily to bring his passionate release to an end, and wave off all the effects of the Lust Potion. His hands still clenching her breasts cruelly, squeezing so hard her flesh spilled between his fingers.

"You like my cock in you, Madam?" He asked as his cock squelched in their melded juices, letting some dribble out of her love hole.

"Yes, Mr. Black… I love it… Oh, so warm… so sticky… someone help this maiden," she wiggled her body around his slowly limping cock.

Sirius admired the view of this sweaty woman whose sexual fantasy turned out to be the opposite of her nature. "Then you won't mind if I…"

He quickly slipped out of her drenched core, letting his froth leak out. Ignoring that, he scooted forward and leaned his legs over her sides, leaning with his hands on the medic bed bars, then shoved his scentful, dripping cock into her mouth.

"Help your patient clean up, Madam Pomfrey," he said and relaxed on her face, finding utter calming delight with her tongue playing with his length in the mouth.

What the hell am I doing now? I should be apologizing. He reminded himself, but at another look down at her face, he changed the plans.

On another note, I think we both benefited from this 'incident'.

"Ummm… ghk…" Madam Pomfrey coated his now limp cock with her saliva, cleaning it all up with her tongue. She sucked it so cleanly that Sirius was almost worried he might get another painful erection. However, before that happened, with a last cleaning motion, she sucked while her head moved back, slurping everything clean off and out of her mouth.

Relaxing her head on the pillow, she took a long, calming breath as sanity found its way back to her mind. "D-Don't tell this to anyone, Mr. Black."

"Sirius, you can call me Sirius, Madam Pomfrey." Sirius felt some fondness for this sinful, tasteful nurse. "Thanks again, and don't worry. We all have preferences."

After that, he untied her arms and legs, and allowed her to lay down comfortably in the bed. He, too, lied beside her, facing the ceiling. "Can I sleep here, Madam Pomfrey?"

She agreed right away. "Of course, and just call me Poppy from now on. Also, it's better if the Headmaster does not hear about this Lust Potion incident."

"Agreed," Sirius said and noticed she was getting up. "Where are you going?"

"To—"

Pa!

Sirius suddenly slapped her ass as she was sitting on the edge, her back facing him. He caught her messy hair, pulled her back into the bed, and spooned her sinful, womanly body from behind. His one hand went for her clitoris, and the other captured her from under her shoulder, clenching her breast roughly.

"No-oh!"

Sirius whispered to her ears. "Where do you think you're going? You’ll remain in bed with me."

Madam Pomfrey started panting again, her heart thumping in excitement as she felt his cock against her ass. "Let me g—"

Pa!

He slapped her ass hard. "It's an order!"

"Yes," she shrank her neck and silently let him capture her body between his strong arms and legs. She felt like a little bird in a cage—a happy bird.

Sirius chuckled and pulled the quilt over them, sharing the warmth of the school matron. Although he enjoyed this unexpected, delightful evening, he couldn't ignore the fact she could be his eyes and ears in the school after he graduates.

A nurse who likes to be dominated? Can't say it's not exciting.

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Chapter Text

"It feels weird that our days in school are coming to an end," Lily said while gazing at the Great Lake. "I'll miss this sort-of careless time here… so many amazing memories."

Sirius smirked and walked behind her, pressing himself on her rear and hugging her toned waist. It being the summer, the combination of just a white shirt and her skirt was enticing. "And me?"

"Hehe, why ask when you know the answer?" She giggled while caressing his wrapped arms around her. "Of course, I'll miss our little moments."

Sirius tried to hide it, but he felt somewhat disgruntled too. She was the perfect girl in his eyes after having spent such intimate moments with her. Witty, intelligent, seductive, and somewhat crazy like him. But the thought of betraying James always made his stomach churn.

Of course, he understood how hypocritical it was to think that while also fucking the brains out of his girlfriend. But in his defense, he started it with Lily before James… A little secretly.

"Me too, Lily," he replied and lowered his face to the side of her neck and gently kissed her, feeling her goosebumps rise. "I can't tell you how thankful I am to you, Lily… You've changed my life."

'If not for that book, I would be dead, and perhaps Regulus would be serving the Dark Lord.' Sirius squeezed her body against himself at the feeling of endearment for this girl, whose soft, silky red hair continued to tickle his face.

"Isn't that too dramatic?" She asked jokingly.

He chuckled and turned her around suddenly, keeping his hands on her waist as he leaned forward to kiss her lips once, and then went in for a deeper, passionate one. He fed on the sweetness of her red lips and the silkiness of her tongue. Mindlessly losing in the longing tugs and twists within their mouths, they embraced each other in all ways.

"Oh… Sirius." Lily felt his hands slip behind her and palm her supple, maturing rear. "What if someone sees us?"

He shook his head, swinging his shoulder-length raven hair. "I've learned a few new tricks, Lily. Don't worry, nobody will disturb us here today."

She sighed and looked at the tree behind her. "This brings back memories."

"Where it all started," Sirius remembered and claimed her mouth extremely hungrily again while pushing her back until she was pressed onto the tree. His hands left her supple ass and claimed her mounds, bigger than he remembered.

As if cherishing a prized possession, Lily rubbed her hands all over Sirius's body. His face, his neck, his chest, and finally, rested one palm on the rising erection in his pants. But she couldn't hold herself and went ahead and opened the button of his pants and lowered it before scooping her hand in and pulling out his throbbing hot cock from the waistband.

Sirius took the cue and loosened her tie before unbuttoning her shirt. Her red bra was easily pushed up, and he claimed her eager, creamy flesh. He captured them and fondled them excessively, pinching the tight pink buds with growing desire.

"Oh, I can't take it!" She breathed out in his mouth and fell to her knees right away. She quickly gripped his savory girth and licked her lips. "This… This makes me go crazy."

"All yours," Sirius replied, caressing her fiery red hair away from her face before taking off his shirt.

"Ummm…" She opened her lips wide, swallowed the swollen tip in one go, and suckled on it like a popsicle. Squeezing and rubbing her lips around the edge of his purple head while pressing her tongue on the little slit of the tip. She knew exactly what made Sirius excited until his toes would curl.

She knew he liked a good, harsh blowjob and gave it to him with all the love she had. Bobbing her head so fast that her hair swayed around wildly, she took his whole length in at times and kept it there while choking herself for that extra squeeze.

The wet sounds of her suckling, the sputtering of her saliva from the corners. She did herself dirty, all the while staring up at Sirius' face.

"Ugh… Fuck!" Sirius groaned and balanced himself with his palm on the tree. "You're too good."

"Umhehe…" Lily giggled while remaining filled, squeezing his balls gently with one hand to give him that precarious experience as she went faster across his length. Long, relishing deep suctions, the wetness of her tongue coating everywhere; It felt like heaven to Sirius.

"Enough!" Sirius suddenly pulled back and went down on his knees as well, then pushed Lily until her back rested on the tree. "Let me taste you now."

Lily giggled and let Sirius take her white cotton panties off her smooth, seductive long legs. "All yours, my horndog."

Sirius chuckled and folded her skirt towards her waistband and then parted her thighs, claiming the view of her trimmed, pink slit, tightly blushing and drooling at the lustful need of his thorough teases.

"Lily, oh Lily…" Sirius leaned down on his elbow, lowering his face between her parted legs. "How are you so beautiful everywhere?"

"You…" She bit her lips in anticipation and spread her fingers through his raven hair before pulling his face down. "God, just fuck me with that tongue already."

"Aye, my lady." He responded teasingly and suddenly pulled her down with his arms around her thighs. With one hand, he captured her clitoris while the other hand came from below to shove a finger in.

His tongue, in the meantime, traced her folds and soaked her petals thoroughly, tasting her womanhood.

"Ooooh… Y-Yeeesss~" Lily abandoned herself to the pleasures of his three-way attacks. She squeezed her legs around his head, capturing him in that position. Her own hands found their way to her supple breast as well, pleasuring herself.

Sirius slipped his lone finger all the way in, between her soft petals, and his tongue aided to spread her wider. His lips plucked on her perfect slit; He drew pleasure from her at each breath. Her clitoris swelled up from the tease, and her legs squirmed all the same.

"S-Siii-ugh… Sirius…" She tried to warn him. "I'm about to… cum!"

Sirius smiled and retreated his lips from her nectar-filled pussy and increased the plunges with an extra finger. Clamping all the way into her most sensitive spot with curved fingers, he easily made her mindlessly moan.

"Mmmm… Fuck… so good… Oh my God, what…" Her eyes dazed, her head fell back, and her tongue fell out. "You're… burning me… Sirius."

Legs spread, her ass began to shake uncontrollably soon after, and her pink walls started to quiver all over his digits. The squelching juice of her womanhood spilled everywhere and coated her thighs in sticky wetness.

Moments later, she finally burst into a blood-rushing climax that left her beautiful face as red as her silky hair. In sensual waves that rose and fell from her belly to the throbs of her pussy, drizzles of her release spilled out as Sirius continued to dip in and out of her entrance.

Breathless, at the peak of her arousal, she lovingly stared at Sirius with arms wide open, inviting him to weigh down on her body. "Take me, Sirius."

Sirius had the same plan as he hungrily tried to glide over her body and soak his throbbing cock in her feminine heat. "I will… fuck, my cock!"

"Pfft!" Lily burst into laughter abruptly as Sirius jumped to his feet, his erect cock dangling with dirt all over it since he forgot to tuck it in his pants when eating her. "Haha… Sirius, you… Let me help."

Trying to hold in her laugh, Lily picked up her wand and waved.

"Use warm water," Sirius warned her. "Otherwise, it'll shrink."

"I won't let it." She quickly cleansed his length and rose on her knees to suck him heavily until he got fully erect in the warmth of her lips. "How would you like me, my lover?"

"Stand up and face me," Sirius ordered, pushing her back to the tree.

Then, as soon as she was up, he pulled her right leg and held it, taking it up until her heel rested on his shoulder. He kissed her leg that rested beside his face. "These long silky legs, your seductive figure, and this ravishing flexibility—I'll make use of it well."

"Oh!" Lily yelped as soon as Sirius arched his hips forward and teased her widely exposed pussy; split open from the stretching of her raised legs. Indeed, she felt a little uncomfortable, and yet, she loved that feeling.

"F-Fuck me… I don't care anymore… make me remember this… Us… forever!"
Sirius replied with his lustful thrust, pushing his entire length in. He rested there while gazing into her intoxicating green eyes and then leaned in to kiss her lips to feel the warmth that he knew he was soon going to lose.

"Ah, ah… Let me-uh… feel you… good…" Panting against his deep plunges into her fertile depth, she rubbed her hand all over his back and hair, pleading for more of his tease. She wasn't disappointed either and received Sirius' grounding pumps as he pressed her harder against the tree.

In and out, the clapping of his cock and pelvis against her lifted thighs resounded like music to their ears.

"Hungh… As always…" Sirius felt her tightness like silky heaven, coating him with smooth wetness. Her walls squeezed his cock tightly. "...You milk me dry… Lily."

"Fuck!" Lily cursed. "I love those di-ugh–rty words."

He grinned and palmed her neck with one hand while the other fondled her breasts roughly. He went harshly into her core, squelching out her dripping nectar. "Is that so? Hm…"

Abruptly he pulled his cock out of her sore depth and rested the tip against her shuddering petals. "You want me in?"

"No!" Lily yelped at that loss. "Put it… Back in..."

Sirius smirked and eased the knob in, but stopped there. "Why? What's in it for me?"

"Everything!" She tried to push herself down on his cock, but Sirius pulled back quickly after inching a little more in, letting her feel almost full, but still not satisfied.

"What if I cum inside your pussy, Lily?" Sirius asked and pressed her body onto the tree really hard, almost lifting her right leg so high that her knee was an inch away from her chin. "What if… you don't have a potion?"

"Ummm… fuck!" Lily felt utterly split apart as the hint of pain came with so much spreading of her legs. She had to raise herself on her toes with her left foot that was on the ground.

"I-I don't care. I'll make it… Sirius! Just fuck me, fill me up…Oooooh~"

Sirius obliged and filled her all the way up, hitting the deepest core of her shivering insides. But, with his pelvis against hers, he didn't move yet. "What if it's too late?"

"Oh!" The true meaning of his words exploded like a spark in Lily's mind as she widened her eyes, staring at his face so close to hers. "I-ugh… Just move already… I will…"

"Oh, my Lily." Sirius chuckled and kissed her lips as her leg painfully remained raised. "I was just teasing. Now give me your other knee."

"Wha—Ah!"

Sirius abruptly released her raised leg and threw her up a little before lifting her by her hips and spreading her apart around his pelvis. He captured her slender, milky soft thighs with greed, digging his fingers into them, then slid them to the back under her hips to spread her pussy and dig deeper.

Lily excitedly crossed her feet behind his waist and hugged his head until his breath aroused her nipples. As she slowly felt herself being lowered, Sirius' cock spread her lower lips with peak satisfaction.

"Ummmmgh… Just… give me that cock… You tease!" She complained and gritted her teeth since Sirius had purposefully kept her away from her second climax all this time, while he hadn't come even once. "Fill me… all you want… darn be consequences…!"

This girl… Sirius suckled on her breasts while pulling her body down, shoving her womanhood onto his rock-hard, throbbing erection. She goes crazy during sex.

He closed his eyes to etch the sensation deep in his mind. Her straining flesh deep inside, the warmth, the wetness of her sex, and the scent of her whole body. His cock's throbbing head felt the resistance, and her involuntary clenches due to his size. It was lovable.

Just a few more months before I lose this forever. Sirius remembered and went a little harder, losing himself in pleasure and perhaps displeasure at the thought of losing her. You better keep her happy, James. Or I'll bite your ass.

"Ummmm… yes, yes… fuck yeah… baby~ oh, oh…" Lily moaned like no tomorrow while getting pistoned, hard and fast.

She jolted up and down in his arms with her wild red hair thrashing, covering her whole face and turning her into a sweaty, hot as fuck, mess. Her tall, slender body clenched against him was a sight to behold, but there was none lucky enough to see this hot moment.

"I'm gonna…" Sirius warned and gritted her little nipple between his teeth, forcing her to her own exhausting climax.

At the same time, they both felt shudders and spasms in their loins. While Lily shook like waves, Sirius thrust harder without having to put much thought into it. As if his cock searched for her deepest core with a mind of its own, his pelvis continued to grind itself harder on her body.

"Ah, ah… Fuuuu-uh-ck!" Lily hugged his head so hard she almost suffocated him.

But Sirius didn't give a damn and just slammed his cock and drove through his gliding release. Coming with an explosion like a tide hitting the shore, his knob burst with a spray of white all over her fertile core, painting her hot walls with his virile semen.

Lily, seemingly in response to that fullness, surrendered herself to her wild release and rained down on his rigid cock, showering his whole length with squelching juices, combined with his. The slimy, sticky white liquid squeezed out of the still ravaging cock's sides and drizzled down between Sirius' feet.

A minute, two more, Sirius never stopped fucking the redhead beauty until he felt every single drop in his cock squeezed out, resting within her scorching hot pussy that throbbed in bliss.

Like a perfect doll meant for his pleasure, Lily mindlessly moaned in his arms while surrendering herself to tiredness and his cock that wasn't yet done. Never once did she complain despite the soreness, for this was a man she absolutely cherished inside her sensitive flower—a man who made her feel like a woman.

"Aaaah…" Sirius finally slipped out of her warmth and gasped for breath. Tired, he looked at her face and received a peck from her smiling lips. The red hue all over her skin was absolutely adorable in his eyes. "That was… great."

Finally, he turned around and sat down a little aside from the tainted grass. He leaned his back against the tree and kept Lily sitting on his flaccid cock, hugging his chest and resting in near-nakedness.

"Sirius." Lily caressed his face and played with a few locks of black hair that fell forward. "Just two months left until we graduate."

Sirius nodded and hugged her body as if he never wanted to let her go. "I know."

"I… I'll keep the window of my room open every weekend. If you miss me… please come and spend the night," she suggested and requested at the same time. "Of course, it's only until I settle down with James."

Sirius sighed and silently groped her breasts as her shirt was still open. "I think we should slowly end this… thing we have. It's better for our future."

"I know, Sirius. I don't want you to see me as a whore or something. I just really like you and…" She stopped speaking midway and relaxed in his arms. "I don't know what I'm saying. I'm a mess."

Sirius chuckled and kissed her shoulder before whispering in her ears. "True, a very hot mess."

"Um…" She almost moaned there. "I'm being serious."

"I'll be focusing on hunting down Voldemort after graduation, Lily. I won't promise anything, but I will try to come and see you," he revealed his plans and hugged her tight as he felt the flinch across her body. "I have enough funds now as Lord Black. What Wizarding Britain needs now is someone to give them confidence that Voldemort isn't anything special."

Raising herself up a little, she pecked on Sirius' lips and stood up to fix up her clothes. "Please be safe, Sirius. I read he's been going after anyone who opposes him. He's a murderer."

"I know." He also dressed up. "I'll make sure he never gets to me."

Nothing can kill what's immortal. He told himself and walked with her to the school.

They maintained some distance not to garner any suspicion. But since most of the Seventh Years were busy studying for their N.E.W.Ts, there weren't many passersby who knew them that well—at least not Lily.

Nonetheless, he couldn't help keeping his eyes on the girl beside him. Thanks for making school more exciting than it already was.

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Every day, new reports kept coming in that Voldemort and his stooges attacked some place, or killed a muggle-born. It was chaos all across, and the Ministry was showing its true face—incompetency.

But while in the school, Sirius could only focus on graduating as he needed high N.E.W.T scores to elevate himself among the noble class. It wasn't just enough to win against Voldemort one-on-one. He also had to win over the Pureblood faction and hopefully transform them somehow.

So, with complete focus and some private 'tutoring' sessions with Lily, he sat in the exams and came out smiling, sure of his performance. What followed the days after the exams were continuous partying as results only came near graduation day.

As O.W.Ls and other regular exams took place, days passed, and with that, Sirius started reducing his private meetings with Lily. He could feel he had grown a sort of taste for her, and it was important to deal with it as soon as possible.

"Here, you're the first one to receive this, Sirius." James came up to him on the day before the results were to be announced.

Invitation? Sirius looked down, and then back at James and Lily standing side by side. Ah, wedding invitation.

"Next year? Isn't that a little too soon?" Sirius asked them awkwardly, keeping his gaze away from Lily.

A bit shy, James grabbed Sirius' arm and took him aside. "Come on, Padfoot. I've been thinking of this for so long. Mum and Dad also want me to bring her home quickly."

"If that's what you want, I'm happy for you. By the way, I got a gift for you… For that thing. It'll be ready by tomorrow."

"What gift?"

"Don't worry, you're going to love it, Prongs."

Amidst the celebrations, laughter, and a little bit of melancholy, the last day of Hogwarts came. As expected, Lily scored very well, and Sirius went beyond expectations—four Outstanding and three Exceeds Expectations.

Then, at last, the outdoor feast was held. Afterward, the Seventh Years got onto the boats they arrived at school in their first years. Some laughed, some cried. It was the end of a long journey and the start of a new one.

Filled with uncertainty and fears, and some with pride, none had any idea what madness awaited them.

####

It was the beginning of July, and it had been a few days since the graduation. Back at 12 Grimmauld Place, now repainted to look bright and more regal, Sirius planned his next move in peace.

Only Regulus and Kreacher shared the place with him, as the rest of the Black Family members were either dying one after another, or counting their last breaths in their own homes.

It felt really good to know that he had control over the Black Family, and that there was nobody to stop him from making any significant decisions. Even the portrait of Walburga Black had been thrown down to the basement and destroyed. The same was the fate of the previous Lord Black, all to make sure none would ever know how they truly died.

Knock! Knock!

"Master Sirius, Kreacher brings letters." The old house elf with a nasty personality entered the study and placed the envelopes, awaiting to receive a command.

"Good job, Kreacher. Now, go and start preparing for tomorrow's gathering. Many powerful wizards will be visiting, so make sure the food is tasty and the drinks are plenty. Clean the place further, and empty the main hall," Sirius ordered as he began tearing open letters to check. "Oh, you are also not allowed to curse at anyone anymore, nor groan or call someone mudblood, half-blood, traitor, or anything negative like that."

"Errr…" Kreacher looked as if Sirius just ripped his beloved heart out of his old chest. "Kreacher understands..."

"Go now." Sirius busied himself after that. There were plenty of congratulations letters, and some from Gringotts that informed him about his assets. However, near the lower pile of envelopes, he found one with handwriting he easily recognized. It bore no name, but the perfume likely sprayed on it was easily recognizable.

"Cissy?" He muttered and opened it to read in whispers. "Dear Sirius, I'm delighted and proud to know how well you scored in your N.E.W.Ts. Once again, you have proven Aunt and Uncle wrong, and perhaps me as well. I would have loved to visit you, but I believe I'm under the watchful eyes of Lucius and Voldemort's lackeys.

"There's nowhere else to go now, Sirius. I have begun to embrace my fate and contemplate starting a family if it should come to that. I'm not betraying you; I shall never cease being a Black. But I'm starting to feel tired now after all these years.

"Only by accepting my situation can I gain some freedom. I wish life had gone different ways, but we must move on eventually… Yours, Cissy."

Sirius sighed and placed the letter down, feeling slightly angry with himself. If only he was a little stronger, he could have taken Narcissa with Regulus that night. Even now, because of weakness, he can't do anything.

At last, he began writing a reply. "I respect your decision, and abhor my weakness. I hope you have a happy life, but if somewhere down the line you feel lost, with nowhere to go—I'll always be here. This home will always be here… Yours, Sirius."

Finishing it, folding it in an envelope, and then sealing it with wax; he placed the letter in the small owlery.

Time to get to work. If I'm to go against Voldemort and his Death Eaters, I'll need many more hearts of immortality.

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The next day came, and Sirius made plenty of preparations to entertain the guests. They mainly included all the neutral wizarding families and most of the Order Of the Phoenix. Of course, Dumbledore had also given his permission and support for holding the gathering in the name of Lord Black's graduation party.

But despite the guests arriving, Lord Black was nowhere to be seen. At the same time, Kreacher stopped anyone from going around needlessly in the big house, especially to the basement and the upper floors.

Other than dangerous things, there was one more reason.

"What did you name them?" Sirius asked as he fixed his black jacket. He was still in his room but not alone anymore.

"George and Fred," Molly replied, thinking about the two small babies she left at home with her older children. She was in the usual loose dress tied with a knot at her maternal waist. She still looked exceptionally stunning. Her red hair fell neatly around her back, her charmingly mature face smiled, and her full figure remained alluringly curved.

Sirius didn't fail to notice that, especially not the deep neckline of her dress and the heavy, voluptuous breasts. Spotless legs too. She shaved for this gathering, it seems. But why come to meet me up here?

"How is Arthur? Last time, he was injured. I hope he's able to work well in the Ministry." Sirius politely asked while fixing his hair. "I'm not that influential yet, but if you want, I can maybe push him up a few levels in the Ministry in the future."

Molly smiled and stepped closer to him, with the door closed behind her. "Mr. Black, I'm glad you care so deeply about the well-being of my family."

"Well, I believe the Ministry should subsidize living essentials for wizards who have more than one child. The more the children, the more the subsidies." Sirius replied, not realizing how close the mother of five had gotten. "Our numbers are dwindling, and we should promote policies that boost births."

Molly, shorter than Sirius, got so close she had to look up at his face. "What about the Black family bloodline?"

"No time to bother, not yet, at least. I'll let Regulus handle the repopulation, maybe..."

"What if I can help you, Lord Black?" Molly suddenly suggested, shocking him.

What the… is she serious? He asked himself and looked down at her face. The faint red blush on her round, adorable face was suggestive. The depth of the milky valley he could see from that height was enough to raise the flagpole.

"Mrs. Weasley, I'm sure you won't be able to justify a Weasley appearing with raven black hair," Sirius kindly said, caressing the side of her face before resting his fingers under her chin. "Perhaps once you decide to stop producing for the Weasley family… something can be done."

He was messing with her just to see her reaction. Clearly, he wasn't thinking that deeply.

"I feel like agreeing to such an arrangement," Molly replied, glancing down at the tent in his pants. "But perhaps, for now, we can agree to some little arrangements?"

Did my cock feel that good last time? She's too direct.

"If you want to ..." Molly suddenly had a glint in her eyes as she looked at Sirius' bulge. "It's the least I can do… for everything you've done."

Zip!

He heard her unbutton his pants, pull down the zipper, and bunch up the pants with the underwear near his ankles. His erect shaft dangled straight between them as Molly wrapped her hand around it while staring at Sirius.

She took it as his agreement as he didn't answer, merely looking at her with a mix of surprise and understanding of what she meant.

Then, she slowly went down and sat on her knees. But instead of opening her mouth to take him in, she untied the strap tight around her waist, loosening her dress. Then she easily lowered it from her neck, sliding her arms out.

"They… are big," Sirius exclaimed at the beautiful sight.

Molly giggled and removed her bra as well, revealing the swollen creamy flesh with tight, hardening peaks that seemed to leak something involuntarily. "Consider this a secret present from those wizards who appreciate you protecting everyone and fighting the Dark Lord… A thanks from a mother who's worried for her family."

"Oh!" Sirius almost moaned when Molly raised both her swollen mounds with her palms underneath, and wrapped them around his throbbing shaft. It vanished deep between her warm flesh and twitched as if it finally felt ecstasy.

The jiggling, big bosoms, and leaking drops of milk turned the sweltering valley into a steamy, wet mess of heat. She jerked him off with her delightful globes, aided by her hands and body's motion. She kept her face down the entire time, so whenever his cock's purple head protruded up, she gave a good, strong lick with her tongue.

"Ummm… Give me your milk, Lord Black." Molly moaned as she rubbed her thick legs together under her dress. "Feed this… Slutty mummy… Ooooh~"

She knows her game too well. Sirius felt his cock shivering already, with a release inching closer. After all, it was hard to find a woman with breasts of such size. The experience Molly gave him was the most unique and arousing.

"Oh fuck!" Sirius cursed as the tightness between her mounds became sticky with the leaking milk, his precum, and her saliva. A thich froth formed all over his cock, which she seemed to enjoy tasting.

"Molly… I'm about to…" Both his hands gripped the dresser table behind him.

Quickly, Molly let go of her breasts and gripped his cock. She clasped one hand around the base of his girth while the other squeezed and tugged his balls gently. She opened her sultry, full red lips wide and swallowed his length, rubbing her tongue and tasting all of the nasty sex juices that had accumulated.

"F-Fill-ugh meh…" She mumbled while suckling on his cockhead, giving long and deep swallowing rubs with her lips.

With a harsh groan of satisfaction, he found his release and convulsed against her face. Clutching the table tighter, a jarring, pulsing climax followed. He spilled himself into her mouth, flooding her throat. It spilled out as his hip subconsciously thrust in, looking for that satisfaction.

"Ummm..." Molly's cheeks swelled up with the rich fullness of his fertile seeds. But not a single drop escaped her grasp as she swallowed it all with multiple gulps.

Sirius almost dropped to the floor as he felt her gulping throat emptying out his buckling knees. But he knew this wasn't enough. The Weasley woman had woken up the horny dog inside him.

"My-my… Such a long-lasting, tasty cock…" Molly smiled at the sight of his still dangling shaft that refused to go flaccid. "Perhaps it's time you taste… me?"

What a strange way of securing her family's future. She knows mingling with me will bring her good fortune while at the same time a great cock—maybe.

Unsure, he went ahead and made the full-bodied woman stand up. "No backing out now."

"No such plans, my Lord," Molly replied, letting the young man manhandle her.

"What's on the menu?" He asked before pushing her all the way back to the study table by the wall.

Knowing what was coming, Molly quickly raised her hips and sat down on the edge of the table before cleaning her breasts with her own loose dress. "Anything you desire, Lord Black… This mummy will give you all you want."

What the fuck? Why am I being aroused by this weird dirty talk? Sirius asked himself, and in search of answers, he stepped closer between her legs, lifting them up as she fell back, lying on the table.

He slid his hands under her dress, along the mouthwatering softness of her thick thighs, all the way to her waist, and then pulled her panties down. White in color and quite old-fashioned, he didn't mind since he knew what was inside was to his liking.

"You came prepared." Sirius lifted her dress all the way up and stared at her perfectly clean, spotless pussy, pale brown and utterly drenched. The unblemished skin of her belly, ass, pelvis, and under thighs was also a delight—Witches were truly blessed, he felt.

Molly smiled and gripped his shirt to pull him in. She felt the firmness and the veins of his cock brush against her entrance. "Only the best for my Lord."

Ugh, she's reminding me of Bella now.

Not wanting to be teased anymore and there being a party waiting for him, Sirius grabbed his shaft and guided it to her well-lubed pussy. Entering her was easy, her being so mature and having given birth to five kids already. But the more he went in, the more he found himself enjoying that subtle tightness.

Moving in and out felt silky smooth, with just enough clenches and tightness to feel pleasure. It made fucking fun as he realized he could slam his cock all the way into her maternal fuckhole and not worry about climaxing too soon.

On top of that, there was another treat awaiting his lips. Jiggling and jumping wildly with his ravaging pumps on the wooden table, he stared at the leaking white nectar from the pale brown nipples that had gotten engorged.

"Oh, oh, yessss~ Make this bad mummy feel good… fuck this mummy!"

Fuck, just stop saying that word. Sirius complained since he felt a twitch in his cock each time. Fine, I'll shut you up.

He leaned down on her and gripped both her full mounds. He dug his fingers so tight that her milk dripped between his fingers. But then he took a good amount of her flesh in his mouth and suckled on it, slowly reaching the tip and squeezing it between his lips.

Sirius had to gulp as the Weasley matriarch's nectar filled his mouth. She moaned too and threw her head back, her shoulder-length straight red hair spread on the table.

"Ungh… Yes… Feels so nice… drink it all, sweetie… drink my milk." She mumbled senselessly. "Give me all your of cock… Oh dear… spread me open!"

Sirius felt the urge to go harder on this woman and shut her up with ecstasy. "Fucking hell, Molly… When did you get so horny?"

"W-When… Oh… Yo-ugh shagged me-eh…" She cried out and wrapped her thick legs around Sirius' waist. "D-defenseless… lonely… wife…"

Sirius sighed and scoffed. "Is that so? Defenseless?"

"Ummmh! Ah… no!" Molly cried when Sirius squeezed both her heavy globes together and took both her nipples in his mouth, and sucked on them with all his might.

"F-Forgive me… nnnnnoh!"

Sirius smirked and kept suckling and fucking her like a maniac. His cockhead never saw the light of the day as it always pulled back to almost the tip before slamming back in with a thirst to ravage this beauty of a homely woman.

Knock! Knock!

Sirius smirked and looked at Molly's face. "Come in!"

"No!"

Clack!

The door to his room opened, and a blonde-haired woman entered, dressed in a tight, figure-hugging green silky dress and glasses on her eyes. She appeared shocked for a while but then quickly shut the door.

"N-no, no, no…" Molly panicked and tried to cover herself.

But Sirius captured her hands and sucked her milk out sloppily, allowing it to drizzle down all over her belly and make a mess. "Don't you like my cock, Mrs. Weasley? My lips on your slutty tits?"

Molly, moaning and panicked, looked at his face and the guest's face alternatively. "S-Stop-ugh… Please!"

Sirius scoffed and looked at the woman. "Just a little, Rita. I'll be done here quickly."

Already biting her lips, Rita Skeeter nodded and tightly hugged her own waist. She had a fantastic hourglass figure, and it had gotten better ever since her deal with Sirius. "Yes, Lord Black."

Sirius wasn't done with Molly, however. The sensation was majestic, and Sirius focused back on her. "She's my most loyal servant, Molly. Under an unbreakable vow… So don't worry and just relish this feeling."

"Ummm ah, ah… I'm gonna…!" Molly cried in a strange new sensation. She had never been fucked with someone else in the room. It brought fear but also excitement in her heart. All that easily threw her over the edge into a leaking climax.

"Aaaaaaah!" Molly blew through a climax soon after, a full-on squirting, not just a simple leaking orgasm. Strong sprays of her nectar spilled out of the abused fuckhole, while her breasts remained jiggling, swollen, and reddened after the thorough kneading and sucking.

Sirius kept pumping, with his own release coming close. "Mrs. Weasley, the plan you promised was interesting. But I'm not ready yet."

With that, he pulled out of the Weasley woman and turned to Rita before walking towards her. "You can't possibly expect me to cum inside Mrs. Weasley, Rita. So please get down on your knees. I'll dumb my seed in your mouth."

"Ah… Yes!" As if her dream had come true, she fell down in submission.

Sirius aggressively clawed Rita's blond hair in his grip. He shoved his cock into her mouth and began fucking her face like she was not different from the pussy he just retreated from.

"Ummmm… mmmm…. Ghk, ghk, ghk…" Rita began to choke in seconds; her pale white skin turning red. Her heavy makeup was quickly ruined, and tears flowed from her eyes, her mascara making long black lines on her cheek.

She loved it; this was exactly what she always looked forward to. Lord Black wasn't just the holder of her life and her employer. He was also a true man in her eyes. He who stood against the Dark Lord, and still openly revolts—he was a man—a man whom she had felt inside.

"Fuck… you're as good as ever." Sirius complimented and used both hands to clutch her hair and fuck her face. "I'm going to come… Stay loose!"

As per his order, Sirius eventually found his cock throbbing and the itch from the bottom of his balls rising to the tip of his length. Like a bubble bursting, he began spilling intense lines of spunk into her throat.

But he pulled out just then and only allowed her to taste a little, while the rest sprinkled all over her beautiful, proud face, hair, and her dress. She wasted no time to rub it all over and lick it clean on her fingers. Some got rubbed on her wet pussy as well as she pulled her skirt up and dug her fingers inside the panties.

"Ummm… you taste amazing, Lord Black," she moaned to herself and fell back on the floor, Sirius had stepped back, but she had started to fuck herself with her finger, rubbing herself everywhere.

The show was beautiful as the professionally dressed woman pleasured herself.

At the same time, Molly and Sirius cleaned themselves and prepared to head down. By the time Molly was prim and proper once more, Rita came on her own and spilled her slutty nectar all over the floor.

"Haaa… aaah…" Rita panted on the floor, smiling like a maniac and looking satisfied. "Please fuck me next time."

Sirius chuckled and looked at Molly. "Only if both of you join at the same time."

"Never!" Red-cheeked, Molly blurted, holding onto some dignity.

Sirius laughed and helped Rita clean herself up at least. No matter what, he respected her enough not to degrade her into something he would leave behind just like that. "So, why did you come upstairs?"

"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you. I found a few double agents in the party, Lord Black," she chirped excitedly, knowing it was worth a reward.

Sirius smirked and headed to the door. "In that case, let's start with them tonight."

"Start what, Lord Black?" Molly asked.

"The Hunt."

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Chapter Text

[A/N: Went a little overboard. This one is a very long chapter. Over 11K words.]

"Go deeper, Rita," Sirius ordered sternly while he sat in his office chair, knees wide open, and his pants discarded. Blonde-haired, completely naked, Rita religiously sucked his erect, slimy length.

It was early in the morning, but it was also a part of her job. She didn't complain and suckled on his cock like it was the most precious thing. Her powdered white face had turned sweaty, ruining her mascara with tears from all the self-choking. Her red lipstick stains had turned his shaft scarlet as well, and she attempted to clean him with her spit.

Her plump breasts jiggled with her wild movements, granting Sirius the pleasure he sought. She touched herself as well, massaging her full mounds and teasing the wet slit below.

But he didn't even look at her the whole time, only focusing on the documents in his hand that were going to be the articles Rita was to publish.

He had openly declared war against Voldemort and the Death Eaters at the party last night. It was now time to announce it to the world and start the hunt.

"Ummm…" Rita gobbled as if her life depended on it and felt Sirius' manhood burst into a fountain of seeds. She sipped it all and gulped it down without order, then continued to suckle on him to clean him off from all sides.

Sirius sighed and placed the documents away to look down. He liked the sight of Rita. Her body was charming. Sadly, her health was deteriorating for some reason, ruining her looks slowly. He combed through her hair and guided her mouth on his half-erect length.

"The articles are perfect," he praised her. "I'll be holding a small gathering on the outskirts of London soon. Use your methods to 'leak' that information without publishing it."

Rita understood he was laying a trap and giggled with her mouth full. "Um-huh he… It will be done, Lord Black."

Once done using her mouth, she quickly rose to her feet, still standing on her red-heeled shoes. She spread her legs, straddled Sirius's lap on the chair, and supported herself with her hands on his shoulder.

Delicately, she pushed away her scattered blond hair and began rocking her drooling pussy back and forth on Sirius' flaccid cock. Her expression as if pleading for him to do something to her.

Sirius didn't let her come close to his face as her mouth remained sullied, but he passionately kneaded her soft, sizable breasts. His thumb roughly squeezed on the tight feminine buds, and at times he moved back and below to claw her ass to squeeze further onto his rising shaft.

It wasn't part of the deal to fuck Rita. But he reckoned if it made the woman happy and willingly serve him, there was no harm. She wasn't ugly, after all, not yet anyway. The blonde-haired charm was still there, which faintly reminded him of someone he dearly missed.

"Aaah… Yes, Lord Black!" Rita moved rigorously on his growing length, tainting him with her sticky need. Her arms pulled his head lower to receive his biting teeth on her lustful mounds. It threw her into a quivering heat of passion. "Oh!"

Sirius didn't react much since he felt nothing for this woman. Other than sexual relief, there was no emotional bond or connection. Hence, he felt no need to entertain her or be gentle. "Any other news for me?"

"Ooh!" Rita was enjoying her meal to her heart's content. As soon as Sirius was fully erect, she raised herself a little and guided his length with a little push of her fingers. She let go of all her weight and threw herself down, taking all of his throbbing lengths to the hilt. All the little bumps, grooves, and its engorged tip threw her over the edge of satisfaction.

She was too proud as a woman; she never really allowed any man before to lay with her. But this was Sirius Black, of all people, and she loved everything about his girthy cock and the way it made her feel helpless.

She hugged Sirius' head and pressed his face onto her deep cleavage, and began fucking herself on his shaft. Sirius aided her with his spread palms gripping her soft pale ass, so hard that the fingers visibly dug into her skin.

Rita frantically ground herself back and forth, feeling his manhood tickle and dug deep within her core. She clenched her pussy at times, squeezing out the juices of her sex and soaking the base of his cock with it.

"Ummm… yes, Lord Black. So fucking good," she moaned with panting whispers, combing her digits through Sirius' hair. "You like my pussy?"

Sirius lifted her by her ass and pulled her down on his cock, with his hips thrusting up at the same time. He grunted like an animal and speared through her soaking tight depth. "Shut up, Rita… Did you forget what I did last time?"

What in Merlin's name?! Sirius wanted to show her her place, but he instead felt goosebumps rise all over his body. He could feel it on her ass. She got more excited?

"Ah…" She seemed to enjoy his rough fucking, even as her legs tried to clench around his sides. "You love doing me? Don't you, Lord Black?"

Sirius smirked and bit on her succulent tits, harshly enough that she felt the hint of pain, leaving behind the marks of his bite. Her reactions were unexpected as she thought she'd hate being degraded like that. After all, she was proud and loved announcing other people's scandalous things.

But the Rita on his lap was an entirely different woman now. She loved what he was doing.

"Shut your mouth." Sirius felt his climax inching closer and shoved his cock in her depths even harder. He noticed her belly writhing, the drenching pussy making wet sounds of her utter abandon to pleasure. "Otherwise, I'll put it in your ass again… you hated it, didn't you?"

Fuck, she loved it! Sirius noticed her inner walls clamping down on his shaft and loosening themselves in spasming ejaculations. Her nectar squeezed out like a waterfall around his girth, leaking with passion.

"Yessss~ Oh, I hate it so much… You like doing that? Don't you?.. Ruining me…" Rita moaned so loudly that Sirius felt worried someone outside the Daily Prophet's office would hear them. "Spoiling me… Ummm… So good… your cock…"

"Ugh…" Sirius felt on the edge too and quickly got up. His legs strained as he lifted Rita with himself, her ass sufficiently groped by his hands. But then he turned around and threw her on the chair. "Not today."

He spread his fingers on her blond hair and grabbed her head before shoving his cock in her mouth, fucking her in place. Her gurgling moans and breasts were the least of his worries as she tightened her lips to make it squeeze him harder.

She's loving the degradation. Sirius wondered what kind of monster he had created as he saw her blissful expression.

But he was in a hurry today. A few minutes of harsh, deep pumps later, he eased out of her lips and jerked himself off. Rita prepared herself by raising her face below his length, her mouth wide open.

I guess I'll have an 'anytime' toy from now on.

"Take it." His knees shook a little, the muscles on his belly and thighs convulsed. He breathed deeply and edged out a thick load of cum in intense sprays, all over Rita's face. Her glasses were stained white, the same for her red lips. Her hair turned into a mess, and a few thick drops drooled down to her reddened mounds adorned with teeth marks.

"Not yet…" Rita greedily circled her fist on Sirius' cock and pulled him closer. She took him between her lips and licked off whatever drops of his seeds were left there. "Mnh…"

At least I have a loyal mouthpiece now. Sirius thought while getting himself some great afterservice. Quite a good mouthpiece if you ask me.

"Lord Black." Rita stopped sucking him and stood up. But right after, she stepped over to the table and knelt on it, showcasing her full, pale ass. With both her palms, she stretched back and spread her bottom cheeks apart, revealing the back hole crown. "I know you want this. You can do whatever you want. Pump in as much of your… load as you want.."

Such a whore. Sirius didn't even look at her and picked up his pants to wear. You want that, not me.

"Forgive me, Rita. Perhaps next time." Sirius fixed his looks quickly. "I have somewhere to be."

With a heavy look of disappointment, Rita stood back up. She took a few tissues from her table and cleaned herself. "I understand, Lord Black."

"So, any other news for me before I go?" He asked, fixing his curly black hair.

Rita, in the midst of wearing her clothes, pushed a file on her table. "The Rodolphus brothers recently bought a new house in Devon."

Sirius took the report and read it. It was a land sale record that Rita had somehow gotten. It clearly showed the names, but he saw Bellatrix's name in the witnesses list as well.

The hunt has begun. Perhaps I should start with one of the big names.

"You did well, Rita." Sirius patted her shoulder and caressed her now clean face, "I'll call you to my house next time."

Rita's eyes instantly flashed with hunger, and she beamed with a smile. "I'll wait for your orders."

However, just when Sirius was walking away, he looked back. He took out a small bracelet from his pocket and threw it towards her. "In case you are attacked by them, use it. It's a one-time use Portkey to somewhere safe. The password is your last name and my last name."

Despite having no love for the woman, Sirius saw her usefulness in the Daily Prophet. It was a waste to lose her too soon.

However, this little act of care meant far more than anything else for Rita.

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Right after the meeting with Rita, Sirius packed a light bag for his secret excursion. Regulus was busy studying in advance for his final year at Hogwarts. It was honestly a waste of time in Sirius' eyes since Regulus was already smart, but he let the boy do whatever he liked.

"Kreacher, stay alert at all times. The enemies can attack us anytime." He cheered the bad-tempered house elf. "You're the last bastion that protects this establishment. If you fail, you'll taint the name of your kind."

Of course, Kreacher didn't want to do that. So he resolutely promised to do all he could to protect the house. That was enough for Sirius since he didn't really hold much sentimental value with that house.

"If anyone asks, just tell them I left the country." Sirius walked over to the chimney after that and used the Floo Network. It led to one of the safehouses of the Order Of The Phoenix that were spread around the country.

This time, Sirius arrived in Davon, a county in southwest England. It was quite a picturesque and beautiful area, and many of the wizards had made the county their home. Sadly, this time, a few unwanted guests had also tried to settle there.

Thanks for the cloak, James. Sirius wore the Cloak of Invisibility and took to the sky on a broom. Right away, he headed toward the sizeable residential estate spanning more than a hundred acres. Clearly, money wasn't an issue for Voldemort's faction, with so many pigs having deep pockets.

Quite a charming place if not for the pests. Sirius truly admired the place. Perhaps I'll buy it at a discounted price later. Looks like a calm spot away from the chaos.

Eventually, he reached an old, large house surrounded by a short compound wall and a long road leading into it. Of course, Sirius had no plans of entering it for now and decided to go to the woods not too far away and camp there to observe the movements.

The only right time to attack was when a high-value target was inside. In this case, he hoped it'd be Rodolphus Lestrange.

Keeping the cloak on him, he landed in the woods, dug a hole near the start of the tree line, and covered it with some sticks and leaves on top. Leaving only a tiny opening to watch the estate.

Ugh, it's already raining. He groaned soon after.

But no matter what, he couldn't afford to be lazy. The oracle's words were still fresh in his mind. But more than that, the situation was now personal. Ending the Dark Lord and his plans meant saving those he loved, and for that, he was prepared to go to any length.

Slowly, night fell. Still, he easily watched the estate with the help of a potion. Yet, he saw no lights through the windows of the estate. Eventually, the night also went by, and yet he saw nothing that new day.

Another night, another day. Sirius didn't budge no matter what, camping without making any excessive noise.

A week passed eventually, and finally, Sirius started to wonder if this was really related to the Dark Lord or if it could be just an investment by the Lestrange brothers. But still, he was one tenacious man and refused to leave.

Two more days passed, and finally, on the ninth night, he noticed lights turning on at the second floor of the large house. Eventually, other lights came alive too, and Sirius got his first glance at the faces.

Bella? Why are you here? His brows furrowed, but soon a smile appeared on his face. Severus, you dumb bastard. You still decided to lick their ass.

As much as he hated seeing him there, it was a sign that the house was involved in Death Eater activity. So, Sirius waited some more and watched a few more figures appear, this time outside the house.

Ah, Lucius. How can you not be involved? Sirius wondered if killing him was the better option. If Bella and the pigs are here, the Dark Lord must be coming too.

Sirius waited half an hour, but no new figure appeared outside the house. Even on the inside, he saw everyone entering one room.

Can't wait anymore. He finally got out of the hole in the ground and fixed his clothes. A pair of blue jeans, a white shirt, and a black jacket with a black trenchcoat above it. He took out his wand and made his way towards the house with light steps. Let's lay the traps first.

Under the Cloak of Invisibility, Sirius went from door to door, window to window, that he could find on the outside. Curses, Hexes, and magical entrapments were used plenty. Made to blow or spray acid. All to make sure nobody could leave unscathed.

Rain would have helped today. Sirius cursed at his luck and knocked on the main door under invisibility, but in a way that seemed natural.

As expected, there were two Death Eaters standing guard who opened the door and tried to look around. But Sirius squeezed in right then and continued setting traps at every door and window in the estate.

Once the ground floor was covered, he finally headed up. He could already hear the voices.

Voldemort is here. Sirius knew the voice since it was so distinct, so inhuman. Why do they even follow that filthy mutated thing?

"My Lord, the dwellings have been marked for the purge night." Lucius' smooth, even voice reverberated as Sirius approached the final double door, closed and guarded by two Death Eaters in masks.

"Well, done, Lucius." Voldemort uttered, "After this purge, the filthy mudbloods will be reduced to obscurity. A simultaneous attack on their muggle families outside will break the will of any new filth from sullying our legacies."

Attack on muggleborn and their families? Sirius realized he had come at the right time. In that case, don't mind me if I draw the first blood.

Woosh!

He was silent and light on his steps, something he had learned while being in his Animagus form. He moved to the side of the room, and stood right behind one of the Death Eaters. With no flash or chants, he aimed the wand directly at the man's neck.

"Gibbon?"

The man was dead as there was a hole in his neck from behind. It didn't go through to the other side. Sirius didn't let the body fall just yet and waited for the other one to come closer.

"What happened? Are you sleeping?"

Woosh!

Another silent spell straight to the face of the second one, instant death. But Sirius was quick and caught the body from falling loudly.

Onto the harvesting. He hated it, but it was the key to his survival. I'm just the lesser of the evils, I guess.

Sirius laid the bodies straight on the floor, facing the ceiling. Then, he swung his hand with the wand, aimed at the middle of the chest. At the audible, faint sound, their chests cut wide open, the ribs broke apart, and the recently dead heart flew out and fell into Sirius' grasp.

Right away, Sirius placed it in a glass jar with a magical liquid that made the hearts start beating again.

One more to go. He followed the procedure again. I hate this.

"Rosier, you will lead the charge in Wales. Rodolphus, you will handle the entirety of England. Rabastan, you shall aim for Scotland," Voldemort distributed the duties. "We move at midnight."

Tonight? Sirius frowned, knowing it was just an hour from midnight. I need to set more traps.

Now, knowing that this was going to be a full-blown battle and not an assassination, Sirius once again moved from the ground floor to the first floor, putting any curses and hexes that he knew, setting up illusions in corridors.

For an entire thirty minutes, he planned for his one-man ambush. The goal was to keep the Death Eaters not in the main room out of the whole battle. So, in the end, he returned upstairs and stood before the door, the Cloak of Invisibility still on him.

Element of surprise. You can do this, you nasty dog. Sirius gave himself a little pep-talk. Facing Voldemort is nothing. He tried to kill you already, and you lived… It hurt like hell, though.

One.

Two.

Three.

Boom!

An explosion blasted open the twin doors, throwing wooden shards into the room. They struck the inhabitants; the smoke was also intense and filled with chemicals. It alerted all of the Death Eaters as they jumped back and took out their wands.

But Sirius, under the Cloak of Invisibility, crawled into the room unseen and reached the closest man that he recognized.

Woosh!

"Aaargh!"

"Rosier!" Voldemort roared at the sight of one of his first supporters spewing blood from his wounded neck. "Invisibility cloak!"

With that, a magical showdown ensued. Since they couldn't see Sirius yet, they cast countless Homenum Revelio charms at every corner of the room to the door.

Thud!

One more Death Eater fell with a deep cut on their neck.

"Avery!" Voldemort felt his most loyal falling one after another, getting enraged. "Spineless coward. Avada Kedavra!"

Despite not knowing where the enemy was, Voldemort started throwing killing curses at the empty space of the room. Following him, the rest did the same, covering every corner of the room. There were ten of them, so they further moved towards a corner to save themselves from the friendly fire.

Fuck! Sirius found himself in a tough spot with all those curses hurling down at him. He tried to dodge as many as he could, but in the end, some were bound to hit him. In response, he also had to send out a few powerful curses.

"There he is!" Shouted Lucius at the sight of blood splattered on the ground.

Sirius threw away the invisibility cloak at that point and started blasting curses. Explosions, invisible cutting spells, and at times, Crucio. He tried to avoid it, but the Death Eaters began to surround him from all sides, pushing him to the middle.

Left, right, from all sides, he started getting hit. His hands moved like an orchestra conductor, the wand being his baton. His senses so sharp and heightened that even without looking, he countered many spells, created shields, and struck back manifolds.

"I knew you would eventually do something like this, traitor!" Voldemort sneered, watching the play as his stooges attacked while Sirius defended to his best. "Did you come to take your sister? But she wishes to remain as my most loyal servant."

Sirius gritted his teeth and glanced at Bellatrix not too far away, also attacking him with spells. Only her spells were much weaker and less life-threatening. That was all he needed to know. He still hadn't lost her.

"Well, being alone at Grimmauld Place is boring. I wanted to take Bella home to lighten up the mood a bit," Sirius jested and started getting used to the attacks. "Sadly, you're wrong. I came to kill you, Voldemort."

Voldemort's demonic face creased into an even more frightening and ugly sight. "But death shall be your visitor today."

Sirius scoffed and, without a care, leaped off towards Rodolphus Lestrange, who was standing right beside the Dark Lord. "Try me!"

Ghk!

Sirius fought so viciously and ferally that he used his wand itself as a sharp jabbing stick. Not to cast magic but as a real, physical weapon. Although he had aimed at Rodolphus, he found Rabastan Lestrange jumping to cover his brother.

It wasn't a problem for Sirius since he still attacked and slammed his wand into Rebastan's mouth before roaring a spell, "Bombarda!"

Splash!

Rabastan Lestrange's head exploded in plain sight. The blood, bones, and brain matter splattered everywhere, turning the walls, ground, and ceiling crimson, the stains also landing on everyone's faces.

"Ha ha!" Sirius laughed like a madman, his face being the most bloodied. "You're next, Voldemort!"

That sight was seriously mentally agonizing. No matter how vicious and fearful those Death Eaters were, they had never seen someone like Sirius. The injuries he inflicted on them were all so beast-like, so deadly. And to their horror, nothing seemed to stop him despite the deep wounds all over his shoulders, back, and legs.

Voldemort, being so close to Sirius, felt threatened and rambled killing curses one after another while stepping back to make some distance.

"Argh…!" Sirius groaned but remained standing even after taking the green streak of deadly light. Like the last time, although the spell was known not to leave wounds, Sirius' chest burst open, and a see-through hole appeared.

Sirius still grinned with grunts, lifting his wand towards Voldemort. "I'm your death, Voldemort! Aved—"

Before Sirius could even say half of the spell, Voldemort disappeared from the place with his awe-inspiring flying spell and apparition. But as he broke the window of the room to fly out, an explosion resonated.

"Hah!" Sirius laughed maniacally, seeing Voldemort get hit by his trap and likely get injured. But the Dark Lord still escaped like a dog running for his life.

Woosh!

The next to leave was Severus and Lucius.

Sirius mocked them before they all could run away one after another, having lost the will to fight. "Run! Run and hide your faces, for I have seen you all. Your master fears me, and so shall you and your future generations. One by one, I'll hunt you down—don't even think of fighting me. Nothing can kill Sirius Black!"

Although a majority of the members wore masks on their faces, Sirius saw the pure terror in their gazes. The gulps in their throats were audible as they felt scared like never before.

Boom!

As more of them tried to escape through the doors and windows, more traps rained down on them. But they didn't stop, no matter how hurt they were or how much they bled.

At last, Sirius looked at Bellatrix, who had still not left. He sighed, noting faint dark circles under her eyes despite her black dress appearing attractive on her ashen pale skin like always, taking his attention. Her curly raven hair was done properly, and her red lipstick was a mix of black, trembling with her lips.

I never expected I'd ever feel this way for Bella. Sirius thought. But she is and will always be family.

"I won't ask you to come with me, Bellatrix. Maybe he has brainwashed you, or perhaps he has put you under some vow. Or maybe you truly wish to follow him, in which case I'd be disappointed. But I know once I kill him, you'll be home," Sirius said and watched her finally apparate away.

At last, silence spread throughout the building. Sirius looked down and watched the hole in his chest fill up on its own with flesh. The missing heart appeared out of nowhere and started beating again. The bones eventually formed as well and left a mere flesh wound on his chest.

But that still didn't heal the rest of the wounds all over the body. He was still bleeding profusely, and it hurt like hell.

"Still not enough." He groaned at his own inefficiency. Although he had killed quite a lot of Death Eaters, it wasn't all of them, and that was disappointing for him. "I guess I need better hearts."

Feeling his body getting heavier and his mind on the verge of blacking out, he rushed around and used the bizarre spell to harvest the hearts of Rosier, Avery, and Rabastan Lestrange. When he went downstairs, he found four more dead bodies, to which he did the same.

"I'll let the Ministry find this place on their own." He muttered and silently tried to leave the building.

Thud!

But the moment he stepped out, he felt a sharp pain rise from his chest. He stumbled but safely picked himself up.

"W-What's happening?!" He looked down at his wounded chest and tried to feel the heartbeat with his palm. "It's uneven."

"Argh!" It burned a lot, and his mouth spewed blood.

There were countless possibilities that could have been the cause. The forbidden, secret method he used to keep himself immortal had so many little pieces that any one of them could have malfunctioned.

"No time left…" He grunted and called forth his broom. He quickly took to the skies to find the nearest house occupied by wizards. He remembered the entire county like the back of his head. "Y-Yes…. The Lovegoods!"

It was the closest wizarding household, and he rushed towards it in no time. He knew how to heal himself, but he didn't want to do it while lying in the dirt or worse, in hostile territory. Albeit not knowing the Lovegoods very well, he knew enough that they stood on the right side of the war.

I'm losing focus. He felt his vision turning darker. It didn't help that it was nighttime.

But thankfully, he saw the tall structure ahead on a small hill. A building in the shape of a giant chess rook. It had a stream at the hill's base, an unmistakable landmark that he was at the right place.

Wasting no time, he landed hard on the building's front steps and punched on it a few times to wake up the residents.

Bam! Bam!

He waited and waited. It was the middle of the night, after all.

Clack!

Multiple locks opened up from the inside, and finally, a man peeked from the small crack, his candyfloss-like white hair appearing in contrast with the light behind him in the house.

In his bloodied, groaning state, Sirius whispered, "I'm Sirius Black… I need your help… Don't contact the Ministry."

"Sirius Black? Ah, that Sirius Black? What are you doing he—"

Before the man could finish speaking, the door opened fully, and a woman rushed out whose features Sirius didn't notice. She quickly gave him a shoulder and tried to support him before he could fall. "What are you doing, Xeno? Look at his state!"

"T-Thank you…" Sirius grunted and walked in with her support. Soon, he found himself lying on a bed, "A k-knife! Give me a knife! Quick…"

"Here," the man took one out from his back pocket as if it was always there.

Where have I brought myself? Sirius wondered, seeing the odd man. But they weren't Voldemort supporters, and that was all that mattered.

Sirius grabbed the knife and, without a flinch, stabbed himself in the chest and pierced the blade through his heart. He repeated it two more times until a hole started to appear in his chest, like the last time he received a killing curse.

"D-Don't…Panic." Sirius tried to calm the onlookers and let the magic take its course. The hole widened and eventually started to fill up again on its own with a new heart in place. It started beating right away, and thankfully, Sirius felt no pain this time.

The last one was defective? He wondered and tried to relax. He knew the bed below him was likely crimson by now, but he didn't care. He attempted to look at his two benefactors, but weakness took him by surprise.

Being immortal didn't make him invincible. Fatigue caught up to him, and his eyes closed down. Slumber gracing his mind.

"What did I just see?"

"Xenophilius, let's never talk about this."

"What? Pandora, this is beyond magic. He lost a heart and grew a new one like a Blast-Ended Skrewts regenerates lost limbs…" Xenophilius excitedly rambled. "I can write about this in my first edition of the magazine."

Pandora stared at her husband, her pale-silver eyes narrow, "He said, 'Don't contact the Ministry.' That means he wants to keep this a secret. Let's wait till he wakes up, at least."

"Fine," Xenophilius sighed and headed out of the room, "I'll go back to my study. The research on gnomes won't complete itself."

"Hmm…" Her lips pursed, Pandora Lovegood continued to stare at their guest's bare chest. Curious and uncaring of the bloodied wound, she put her palm on the middle of his chest, "How did you regrow a whole heart? You should be dead by now."

Being a witch with an excessive interest in experimenting with spells, Sirius Black looked like a goldmine.

"No wonder you want to keep this a secret." She mumbled and silently stared at his chest, unknown what was on her mind.

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Changing fates change lives. Some destined to die shall live. Some destined to live shall perish. Remember the faces, for some, you may lose the chance to cherish.

"What?!" Sirius' eyes shot open, and he sat up on the comfortable bed. With sweat all over him, he looked down at himself, alive and bandaged everywhere. His whole body was completely bare under the blanket.

It was warm and bright, with plenty of sunlight coming from the room's window. It was a bedroom from the looks of it, but somehow much more. Bright white walls, dozens of portraits on the walls, and then there was a corner with a wooden table. On top of it, a plethora of books, magical tools, and potions flasks.

A bedroom or a lab? Sirius muttered and tried to get out of bed.

"You shouldn't do that."

That feminine voice stopped him. He looked left and right but saw nobody in the room, or outside the window.

"Here." the voice came again, and a part of the stone wall at the left edge of the room vanished, revealing a strikingly charming face.

Sirius looked at her for the first time and just kept looking. The oval, innocent, perfect frame of her face with cascading, wavy, long dirty-blonde hair was a sight to behold. Her stature was not too tall, but her figure held him enthralled. Eyes, silver pools of allure, held a captivating gaze. Lips, a crimson temptation, curved in a seductive smile.

"Who are you?" He asked, checking her out with no shame. She wore a creamy-white gown, a princess lace collar adorning her neckline. It was ankle-length, with full sleeves, and appeared light, perfect for the summer warmth. Her skin was so pale it looked as if she was gleaming in that sunlight.

"I'm Pandora Lovegood," she came out of the wall and turned back to wave her wand. But she frowned when the wall didn't match the bricks around it.

Sirius, wondering what she was doing, slowly eased out of bed. He felt pained in a few places, but it was much more manageable. He finally planted his feet on the wooden flooring and got fully up. Bending his knees and elbows, he checked all the joints.

Ready for another battle. He muttered, looking at the woman who seemed only interested in the mismatched wall.

So he walked over to her and stood by her side, staring at the wall. He guessed she was trying to hide the hidden entrance and make it seem like the same wall. "Ever tried reversing the Revelio charm?"

"How will that help?"

"Since it can reveal what's hidden, you should be able to modify it to do the opposite. Mix a bit of transfiguration, and you might just get the wall you want," Sirius mumbled whatever came to his head—expected since he had studied so much in the pursuit of immortality.

"Of course!" She exclaimed all of a sudden and clapped excitedly. "That's it! Transfiguration is what I didn't focus o—"

In the middle of her little celebration, she turned to look at Sirius' tall form. At first, she noticed his bare shoulders since her head reached that high. But when she looked down, a big red blush rose on her pale face.

"You can probably go a step further and use the Disillusionment charm. But I suppose you're trying to do something different," Sirius mumbled, unbothered that he stood beside her completely naked. His manhood hanging proudly down there. "What do you think?"

As he asked her, he looked to the side and noticed her eyes staring down at his loins. Having some decency, he quickly stepped back and picked up the blanket to cover himself from shoulders to feet.

"Where is your husband, Mrs. Lovegood? I would like to thank him for bandaging me," Sirius asked.

Pandora scoffed and shook her face to bring back focus. "He couldn't be bothered, I'm afraid. He's too busy writing the first edition of his magazine. He went to investigate gnomes."

Sirius nodded, but the next moment, looked at her face curiously. "T-Then… You bandaged me?"

"I did," Pandora replied.

Sirius's gray eyes squinted, "You took off all my clothes?"

"I had to."

What a straightforward woman. Sirius felt awed by her unsophisticated femininity.

"I need to take a bath before I can leave. May I use your bathroom?" Sirius asked and looked around the room in search of his clothes. "I won't bother you here for too long."

"No!" Pandora suddenly exclaimed, grabbing Sirius' arm over the blanket. "You can't go yet. Your injuries aren't fully healed."

What does she want from me? Sirius wasn't a fool after dealing with treacherous purebloods all those years. He knew a lie when he heard one. Money? A trap?

"Ah, I mean, you can use the bathroom. But you must rest as much as you can," Pandora added, acting strangely. She tried to pull Sirius behind her and led him out of the bedroom to a modern bathroom on the same floor. "Here, this is the knob for the shower. You can use the tub if you need to. I'll bring you a towel."

Sirius silently nodded and went along with her to see what she wanted from him. There was no sexual tension. He could clearly feel it. Nor did she react much, even after seeing his manhood.

"Thank you," he said and handed her the blanket before stepping into the sizable, empty bathtub since the showerhead was over it.

Pandora left quickly, but the speed at which she returned confused Sirius even more.

"Let me help you take off the bandages." She didn't wait for Sirius' reply and stepped inside the bathtub behind him. Using her delicate, soft fingers, she unwrapped the bandages one by one. First from his right bicep, then from his chest and shoulder.

This is new. Sirius was used to being the one to take the initiative. But this time, for some reason, a woman was doing this to him. And she was stupendously beautiful on top of that. Let's play the game then.

Sirius suddenly turned around when she was done taking off his chest bandages. He looked at her blushing face when she realized the last of the bandages were on his waist, thighs, and feet. But she didn't look up at him and surprisingly knelt down.

Merlin's sake! The sight of her dirty blonde hair aroused him for no reason. Her pale, reddened face and fumbling hands earned shivers in his loins. Her face was so close, almost on the same level as his hardening wood.

First, the bandages on his waist, for which she had to look up. She tried her best, but as his dangling shaft heated up and gained size, she stole a few quick glances. It was fast, however, and she quickly moved to the ones on his thighs.

I see reactions, but she doesn't seem much interested in me as a man. Sirius deduced.

"I think you will need help bathing," she spoke abruptly after removing all the bandages, shocking even Sirius. This was too much initiative from her side, and knowing she was a proud married woman, it made no sense.

This is…

"Thank you, Mrs. Lovegood," he agreed, wanting to see what she wanted.

"Pandora is enough," she said and quickly turned on the taps for hot and cold water to fill the bathtub. "I'll be back."

Sirius nodded and sat down as if he had no care. Legs stretched, knees sprawled open, and his back resting on the bathtub's edge. He waited for Pandora to return. Clearly, the water was going to take time to fill up.

But to more of his amusement, she returned very quickly before the tub had even filled up. Most of his body and legs were still in the open. But this time, she had come with a stool to sit on beside the tub and a body scrubber, shampoos, and soaps.

Don't tell me she has some sort of a fetish to bathe people. Sirius genuinely started to believe that.

"So…" Pandora tried to start, but noticing his shaft standing upright at full erection emptied her head. Her pale silver eyes frantically moved to find another spot to look at, but each time, she ended up glancing at the shaved veiny girth and the purple swollen head peeking out.

What an interesting woman. Sirius admired her from his relaxed spot. Her blonde hair was now tied in a bun behind her head, leaving a few locks to fall on the sides. When she leaned over to start pouring water on his shoulder and chest with a hand spray, he got a look through the wide neck of her dress. Not a large bust, but her ivory flesh excited him to see what her color was.

He could feel an unwanted tension between them. But he purposefully locked eyes with her and watched her struggle to look away. "Ah!"

"Sorry, sorry!" She apologized when he 'reacted' to the wounds meeting water. "It must have been an intense battle."

Sirius nodded, closing his eyes and relaxing his head back. He didn't want to feel pain in his erection since seeing her charming face only excited him. "It was, Pandora."

"Who were they?"

"You looked?" He opened his eyes again.

Pandora nodded, now using liquid soap and her soft hands on his skin. "I had to investigate. Especially after what happened last night… how you recovered."

So she wants answers? Is that what she wants? He mused and looked below her face at the neck, and further down at her visible white bra. For the Ministry?

"They were Death Eaters," he replied.

"Hmm…" Pandora hummed and caressed his tattooed abs, pouring soap. The water had risen now, but still, Sirius' bulging cockhead was protruding out of the water. She seemed to hesitate to go down. "Why didn't they have hearts?"

"Are you from the Ministry?" He interrogated.

"What? No! No, no… I'm not. I don't like them in the first place. Too meddlesome in my spell research and experiments. No, I'm just curious. How did you regrow your own heart? What potion did you use? What spell?" She babbled nonstop.

At that moment, Sirius realized what she wanted and what kind of person she was. A sort of crazy researcher. Perhaps someone as crazy as him in terms of taking risks.

Don't mind if I play then. Sirius smiled and suddenly grabbed her hand, constantly circling over his abs. He pushed it a little lower into the water until he felt her wrist brush against his girth. Like instinct, she even gripped his length, only to realize what it was and try to let go. But Sirius didn't allow her to move her hand away.

His gray eyes locked with her shocked gaze. Her lips dried, her gulping sounds audible. Her nose flared with harsh breaths, and her pale white cheeks gave away her sense of shame. But then she gripped his member again, this time in her fist. Her soft finger couldn't circle around his girth fully.

"Pandora." He softly took her name and raised his other wet hand to the side of her face. His fingers moved the locks of hair to the back of her ear before his thumb started to caress her cheek.

"Hmm?" She forgot how to reply. Her fist in the water squeezed his hard, hot length tightly. Faint, little jerks also began soon after.

Why did I never hear about her before? She's so beautiful. Sirius wondered, softly rubbing her thin red lips with his thumb, their eyes locked the whole time.

"If I tell you my secret, I'll have to kill you," he replied and leaned forward slowly. He didn't want to be too assertive and made sure only to move when he felt a reaction from her as well. "It's the secret to destroying the Dark Lord, after all."

Finally, he felt Pandora lean towards him too, so he filled the remaining gap swiftly and locked his lips with hers. She was still dazed, but he aided her and tilted his face. Their breaths intermingled, and Pandora's free hand caressed Sirius' hair, while the other remained tight on his length.

The boundaries vanished, and Sirius tried to pull her into the tub. His tongue probed between her lips and found easy access from her willing reactions. Sweet, hot, and needy, he loved the way she reciprocated.

So he moved his hand to her thin waist and attempted to make her stand from the stool and step into the water on him, between his legs, and lean onto his body.

"Um…" Pandora mumbled something all of a sudden and pulled her face back. Shame in her eyes, she flinched her hand away from his member as well. Heavily breathing, she stood up and stepped backward, "I-I… I'll leave you to bathe then."

Left standing, Sirius sighed after she shut the door in a rush. Of course, she'd struggle to accept it. She's married.

Feeling it was a wasted effort to charm her, he bathed on his own quickly. After that, he returned to the same bedroom and dried his hair with a wave of his wand. Finding no spare clothes there, he found his black jeans under the bed, still bloodied.

Once again, he cleaned it with magic and wore it. But that was it. He didn't wear anything else and tried to head to the kitchen. Using so much magic and healing was no easy task to do on an empty stomach.

"Mr. Black."

Just when he was headed to the door, Pandora appeared. Her hair now loose again, and she carried a big plate in her hands.

"I made some sandwiches," she said and put the plate on the table by the wall where she did her experiments. "Lunch will be prepared later."

"You read my mind, Pandora." Still shirtless, he rushed over and stood beside her at her workbench. "And call me Sirius. We're close in age anyway."

Pandora silently stood there and tried to work on her research. Sirius didn't leave her either and gobbled down food while watching what she was doing. He noticed a few books as well and decided to give some recommendations.

"I'll send them to you later. I'm done studying them, and they'll just rot now." He offered and looked through her research, "But this is quite dangerous. It can cause an explosion."

Pandora felt like she found a friend with the same interests and enthusiastically talked about it. "Everything has risks, Sirius. But I love experimenting with spells, and nothing will ever stop me."

"I'm not stopping you. Even I had a near-death experience on a few occasions during my personal experiments and research. Studying magic is always risky, but if we never try, what's the use?" He muttered and finished eating.

"Exactly!" Pandora chirped, stars in her eyes as she stared at Sirius' face nonstop. "But the Ministry doesn't understand that. They send low-ranking Aurors regularly to ensure I'm not experimenting on something too dangerous."

"Ugh, our hate for the Ministry is mutual then," he mumbled and got too close to her side, enough that their shoulders pressed against one another. "Have you finished any of the research?"

"A few." Pandora didn't mind the touch and happily showed him a few successful spell experiments she had conducted. They were mostly related to removing some downsides of spells or strengthening them. "I also made this potion. Let me show you the effects. It's wonderful."

So excited, without realizing what she was doing, she took some of that unknown potion in her palm and rubbed it on Sirius' bare, muscular chest. At first, there was an excited, wide smile on her face. Now, there was a blush and shyness.

Don't make it hard for me to let you go, girl. Sirius sighed, feeling her warm palm all over his chest.

But to his amusement, she didn't stop and took more potion to spread on his abs. She stared at his body like it was a treasure, her breath slowly becoming audible.

That's it. Sirius decided to stop pretending he didn't want her like she wanted him. Her interest in him was clear, only stopped by a few doubts.

"Pandora," he took her name softly and moved one hand to her thin waist, the other holding the back of her hand that was on his chest. He pushed her towards the wall beside the workbench. "Your eyes are… too charming."

Pandora looked at him, revealing her desire for what he was doing. She didn't resist at all this time and allowed him to easily press her against the wall. There was some nervousness, however, feeling her throat going dry.

He noticed her gulps and rounded his arm around her waist before pulling her into his body, pressing her against the wall, and claiming her mouth with his own. He plunged in with his tongue right away, her replies as sensual as his.

No more dry lips or throat. Pandora locked her arms around Sirius's neck while raising her toes to reach his mouth better. She let the wild man plunder her mouth, loving every bit of it. His scent aroused her to tightness, to dampness.

"I'll take care of that, love." Sirius noticed her short stature coming in the way of enjoying the kiss. So he gripped both her round, shapely supple asscheeks and lifted her, sitting her on top of her workbench. Her feet dangling around Sirius, her face now on the same level as his.

She felt sweet in her hot mouth, her tongue smooth and gentle against his rough pushes and tugs. Sirius combed his fingers through her dirty blond hair, making a mess out of it. The other hand gently felt her lean waist with occasional rough squeezes.

But not long after, he focused down, leaving her hair and waist, and caressed both his palms on her legs. Pulling up the hem of her dress, he ravished the milky softness of her flesh. He couldn't look, but just from the velvet warmth, he knew she was pristine, aristocratic beauty with her own unique wild charms.

The more his fingers squeezed upwards towards the junction of her legs, the more she breathed out into Sirius' mouth. From her side, the smooches turned so hot and wet, she licked all over his lips, chin, and his neck. As if letting out her suppressed heat in one go. It was her turn to make a mess out of his hair now.

However, Sirius had something else planned. His fingers finally reached the band of her panties, and without waiting, he curved his finger in, pulling them down smoothly. She aided too, raising her hips a little to let him.

Sirius pulled her white panties all the way down and off of her dangling feet. He couldn't see it, but just as he threw them away, he felt a faint wetness in them. A great sign to which he reacted right away.

"Ah!" Pandora moaned.

Sirius claimed her womanhood with his right hand, feeling the sensation of her well-prepared wetness. Smooth, she was clean and shaved. He couldn't see it, but knowing her stature, he knew she was tight.

His palm spread on her pelvis, his thumb easily found the little bud of love, her clitoris hot and steaming against his touch. She squirmed, moaning into Sirius' mouth. But not for long, as he left her mouth and trailed his tongue down her neck.

Her voice was fragile and sweet, and Sirius felt the hunger to hear more of it. So he stepped away and looked down. How beautiful she was there, her legs perfectly sculptured pieces. When he raised her dress to her waist, the sight of her pale, skin-colored slit pulled him in.

"Let's have a taste of you, shall we?" He said and roughly lifted her legs from under her knees. He made her relax back and let her ass rise, her beautiful, wet petals showcased for him.

Sirius knelt, staying upright on his knees. He placed her scorching thighs around his ears and dug into her nest with his tongue, one hand still stimulating her clit.

"Oh… D-Don't do that!" She wriggled and moaned, trying to push Sirius' mouth away out of embarrassment.

But Sirius ignored her lovely cries and speared her tight lower lips with his tongue. It left him in shock and a hunger for more. How could a woman taste so sweet down there? Pandora was literally sweet.

What sort of experiment did she do on herself? Sirius wondered and ate her pussy like the most delicious watery fruit out there. Her slimy juices coated his nose, his cheeks wet, but the moist sounds from his tongue never stopped.

"Aaaah!" Pandora fell back entirely on the workbench, on her own pushing all the stuff there to the side to make some space. Her legs clamped Sirius's face too, keeping him locked in.

He didn't resist her thirst either, enjoying the sounds of this wonderful woman echo in pleasure. His own manhood throbbing in aches, for the first time, he didn't feel like stopping and shoving himself in her warmth.

Sirius looked up from his place and noticed how red Pandora's skin had become. The rush of blood all over her skin with the arousal had turned her into a heated furnace of desire.

Knowing Xenophilius' reputation, I can imagine why she's loving this so much. Sirius thought and aided the woman to her climax. The slick, wet heat of her didn't disgust him in any way. How could it, when the partner was this beautiful and sweet sounding?

"Mmmm… yes, I'm going to come, Sirius… I'm sorry!" Pandora apologized before her hips started to writhe, her flat belly shuddering. Her lithe, short body throbbed with the increased thrusts of Sirius' tongue, rubbing on her tight clit.

"Aaaaanh~"

In no time, she let out a melodically long moan and erupted with an explosive release. Not just a smooth orgasm but an overwhelming climax with spasms. She came so much that she never thought it was humanly possible.

In rhythmic convulsions and wild abandonment, she moaned with scattered breaths, her body heating up and sweating under that thin dress. It lasted longer than she had ever gotten herself to come before.

It was a lot.

"T-That was the best… Ah, release… Ever…" She wearily muttered and raised her head to look down. "Oh!"

Panic took over her face when she noticed Sirius still locked between her legs. "I'm so sorr—"

"Shh…" Sirius pulled his face back, drenched so badly that even some of his hair had gone wet. But a bright smile remained plastered on his face. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you taste like fresh cherries with the scent of roses."

She even looked like a rose by how flushed her skin had gotten. But it wasn't enough, and Sirius knew this was going to be a very long session.

Am I into blondes? He seriously wondered since this was the third blonde he fucked, and second he was enjoying it so much. The first one being Narcissa, and now Pandora.

Zip!

Sirius took off his black jeans and threw them away. Without allowing Pandora to get up, he spread her dangling legs wide and eased himself between them. His throbbing, swollen member seemingly found the way on its own and landed on top of her sweltering, drenched tightness.

He didn't spear in like a savage and only spread her soft folds with his bulbous cockhead first to let her know how big and thick this was going to be.

"I'll start gently," he assured her, noticing concern in her eyes. Heck, she looked like a perfect doll, and he didn't feel like breaking her, simply playing with her for as long as he could.

Pandora gulped and nodded, "I… I'll be fine, Sirius."

So, Sirius pushed three inches in. The tightness was out of the world as if her insides had never been explored. It felt new. Her clenches in pain and arousal, in turn, made him harder. He looked at her face, eyes clenched tight and lips pressed together.

This is new. Sirius felt a strange sense of guilt in his heart. I feel bad for hurting her.

But there was no other way but further in. He leaned down on her tight body, pushing his cock further in the heat. His hands caressed her face, and his lips met with hers.

"Ummm… Ah!" She cried when Sirius finally reached the deepest part of her, his cock resting to the hilt, his balls caressing her ass below. She hugged his neck so tight that his shaft pushed in even more, leaving no more room.

Sirius loved it and slowly began pulling. "I'll move now."

"I love it!" Pandora suddenly declared, albeit her face telling a different story. "So full… it feels so hot inside."

What a strange yet lovable woman. Sirius didn't pull all the way out as she was already moaning. I'm only starting.

He thrust in gently again and pulled back further this time. Slowly, he made love to her, churning her inside and making her core accustomed to his size. His leaning body already covered her entire form underneath him. Her hips were shapely and soft, but not wide enough for a quick, rough plowing.

She wasn't as tall as Narcissa nor as curvy and fleshy as Bellatrix. She wasn't as wild and crazy as Lily, nor as bold as Rita. Pandora's charm was in her innocence, her beauty, and her surprising personality.

"Oh, oh, oooh… Sirius… You're burning me…" She had a way with words that surprised him. "More… I love it! Yes, please more, ah!"

Sirius smiled ear to ear and picked up the pace. Each pump of his cock went all the way to his pelvis. Each push shoved Pandora's body towards the wall, her head almost hitting it at times. His thrusts slowly turned into more lustful shoves as if his pent-up rage had begun to come out.

"Mngh! Oh, baby… yes… Morgana-ah!"

Sirius stopped kissing her and leaned back, his hips consistently moving and earning her cries. But after his battle last night, he still felt a bit tired. So, he grabbed her waist and lifted her up, pulling her body onto him.

Pandora locked her legs around his waist on her own and let him take her where he wanted since the thick girth inside her core didn't leave much room for spare thoughts. Even more, she now panted into his ears, earning even more savage plowing from his spear.

But at last, Sirius let himself fall back onto the bed, leaving Pandora on top of himself, his cock resting deep inside, throbbing and reacting to her soaking depths that aimed to clench the life out of him. So tight that it became hard to control his release.

"I'm tired, Pandora," he said.

"Don't worry." She stopped resting on his chest and sat back, taking all of his length in. She sipped in cold breaths at times since it still felt a little too much for her own size, but she loved every bit of it. "I'll take care of that, love."

She's one amazing woman. Sirius chuckled, noting she used his own line on him.

But what he didn't expect was for their little mingling to turn hotter by a notch. Pandora grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up, taking it off completely before throwing it away. Following that, she unclasped her white bra and threw it away too.

Now, as naked as Sirius, she started riding him slowly. At first, she only moved her hips back and forth, getting used to the motion.

Meanwhile, Sirius lay there in awe of her naked beauty. Her pussy was already a heaven in its own right, but her thin waist, the spotless warm skin, and her small but taught and round globes looked delicious. The very pale pinkish, skin-colored nipples were like decorations, matching the rest of her body perfectly.

"Pandora… I won't be able to ho-oh-hold!" Sirius lost his words midway as she started jumping on his cock, letting her breasts rock and her hair jump around in a mess. She used her legs well, raising herself and falling back down with a clap.

Flesh against flesh, skin against skin. Pandora felt another of her heated climaxes approaching, and for that, she wanted to feel this man inside her more, on her skin, in her mouth. So she once again fell forward on his chest.

"Ah… baby!" She found a new heaven when Sirius' arms hugged her waist tightly, squeezing her breast on his chest. Her entire body was engulfed in the shared warmth of their skin, and soon she felt his tongue fucking her mouth as harshly as his hips began to move.

Wet, pumping thrusts squelched out her juices like she was a tap. His iron-hard shaft left no room for more inside her pussy, exploring and plundering every depth, every corner, every fold of flesh inside her squeezing depths.

"Gaaah!" Sirius groaned at last and fucked her harder, almost throwing her hips in the air with his mindless moves. Sore in his body, sore in his cock; he felt his balls twitch and the ropes of warm cream jet out like a water hose.

One after another, deep pumps inside squeezed in the white seed everywhere.

"So burning h-oh-hot! Yes, mmmm!" Pandora came on his cock like a shower at the same time. Sirius's tight grip on her blonde hair at the back made her feel a dangerous sensation she never knew could arouse her.

His palm gripped her ass so hard that it hurt her, pulled her even deeper onto his length. She felt it all, the throbs of his girth pumping out the warm coating of his release and mixing in with her love nectar.

Even stopping took their everything as Sirius kept on plowing her to soreness until she laid on his chest with no movement and only rough pants. This was an experience like never before, a fucking she knew she wouldn't forget.

"Mm…" She kissed Sirius' lips again, "You made me realize… It can be so… exciting."

Sirius grinned and kissed her back, fondling all over her rear and then turning around to pin her down underneath himself, surrounding her entire body with his own. He caressed her pale face, then looked down and licked her tight nipples.

"Umph…" Pandora squirmed and pulled his head on her breast to rest. His lower body lay between her spread thighs, his cock now flaccid but still could be felt. "Let's never meet again."

Sirius looked up quickly, his plans of making love to this woman thousands of more times now seemingly a sinking ship. There was still so much to do to her, after all. But he was no brute.

"May I ask why?"

"I won't be able to control myself… not after this… taboo." Pandora sighed and shut her eyes while caressing Sirius' wavy dark hair on her breasts. "I-I don't want to betray my family."

"Does he do it like I do?"

"Never," she confessed, "But we're planning our future together. To have a child so—Ah, why am I even telling you all this? We just met a few hours ago."

She's troubled, not wanting me to go and also to never see me again. Sirius saw it and sat back up, and then got off the bed. If that's her choice, I can respect it.

"True, we may have met a few hours ago. But what I felt, the warmth I experienced against your skin, inside you, and all over you. I'll remember it for a lifetime." Sirius confessed since he rarely felt like this for women. "We're no longer strangers, Pandora. Let's keep the distance, but let's not go back to being strangers again."

Pandora smiled and pulled the blanket to cover her naked self, finally feeling a bit of shame returning. "I'd like that."

Sirius donned his clothes, fixed his shirt, and wore the jacket before tucking the wand in. "If you ever need me, just send me an owl. I consider you important now. Never forget that."

"Ah, those books you mentioned!"

"Hah, I remember. I'll send them right away." He chuckled and walked over to her, leaning down over the bed towards her face.

Pandora smiled brightly, looking so charming that Sirius almost felt his heart skip a beat. The next moment, she grabbed his face with both her palms and left a soft kiss on his lips for the last time.

"Good luck in your battles," she whispered and pushed him away. "If you ever need help experimenting on something. You know who to contact."

Sirius sighed, feeling like he was losing someone really interesting and likable. How come I never heard about her before?

"Goodbye, Pandora." Sirius turned around and left after that, not daring to look back. Afraid he might just jump on that bed once again and take her.

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Sirius didn't return home after the eventful morning at the Lovegood house. No, he used apparition to arrive at one of his personal safehouses, and then from there, he used an illegal Portkey to jump across continents.

In the end, he arrived in the desolate mountains of Tibet, a place he felt was a second home now. Very much aware of the rocky peaks, he entered a hidden cavern and passed by the traps with a breeze, some he had placed on his own while others ancient.

After crossing the entire course, he arrived at twin metal doors, massive in size and engraved with Tibetan Buddhist inscriptions. What they meant was still unknown, as Sirius was in the middle of translating them.

But what mattered most for now was what lies within. So he used his blood to open the gates and enter the vast opening. It was pitch dark, but once his feet reached the middle of the opening, magical orbs of light illuminated the entire place from wall to wall.

"My immortality," Sirius muttered. All the walls of the huge cavern were filled with wooden shelves on which rested glass jars. Most of them were empty, but many had throbbing hearts inside them. "As long as you don't run out, Sirius Black shall be immortal."

He walked over and placed the hearts of Rebastan Lestrange and the others that he had harvested in the jars. As soon as the jars were in place, they shined in a green light for a split second, as did Sirius' entire body.

"That last replacement heart was defected." He remembered the issue he had to face that led to stabbing himself. "But if not for it, I wouldn't have met Pandora."

Annoyed but satisfied in the end, Sirius closed the gates and used a different Portkey route to return home—12 Grimmauld Place.

"Kreacher! Bring me eight fills of breakfast!" Sirius shouted as soon as he entered his home.

Pop!

"Master, your mudblood friend came to find you." Kreacher appeared out of thin air, his voice as if always cursing.

Sirius raised his hand to threaten a slap, "What did you just say? Come again with that word, and I'll make your ancestors spit on your existence."

Kreacher lowered his head in shame, finding it hard to battle the decades of indoctrination he had received from Walburga. "M-Muggleborn friend, Master. She left this for you."

However, Sirius didn't hit the house-elf and let him go after taking the folded envelope. "Go and bring me as much breakfast as you can."

After that, he went to the home office that once belonged to his father. Now empty, without any Black ancestor's portrait, he calmly sat down. He smiled fondly, seeing Lily's name on it, and tore it open.

Pop!

"Master, breakfast is ready." Kreacher was fast and brought in a big tray full of food right away.

But Sirius' mood had turned sour by then. He thought he had accepted that it was going to happen eventually, but now that it was happening, he hated it.

Why am I so selfish? He cursed himself, reading the letter again. Lily and James' wedding… in a week.

"Master?"

"Not hungry anymore, Kreacher. Feed it to homeless muggles," he barked. "I need to go and buy a wedding gift."

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Sirius tried to think of a proper wedding gift. Of course, he had already thought of what to give to James, but for Lily, he wanted to make it something special. Something personal that she may cherish for a long time.

He had scoured the shops in both magical and non-magical parts of the country and still returned empty-handed. So, instead of looking out, he started looking in, which led him to the Black family vault in the Gringotts.

"What is all this garbage?" Sirius looked at the vault filled with magical books, items, and plenty of things that could kill him if touched. But eventually, carefully, he arrived at the jewelry section that particularly belonged to his mother.

This was the thing about rich, pureblood families. Their wealth was generational, and even the simplest of things held a deep history. Every single piece of jewelry Sirius picked and discarded was centuries old, often gifts from famous people in history.

"Aha! Perfect for a wedding gift!" Sirius finally found a shining white pearl necklace with a green pendant. "Let's check if that ugly woman placed some curse on it."

Sirius didn't find anything, but he still didn't feel comfortable, so he paid the Goblins to have the necklace cleaned and checked for dark magic. He didn't regret it in the end, as the Goblins did find some nasty secret enchantments.

It was expensive, but at last, the Goblins turned it into a simple, normal necklace with no magical properties.

"Now, I need a wedding suit for myself," he muttered and headed to a clothes shop in Diagon Alley itself. The market was bustling, which was not the case until some time ago. Ever since his massacre of the Death Eaters, a new wave of peace had spread.

He wasn't a very formal person, so he merely got himself a simple white shirt, a red tie, and a black matching suit. That was all the preparation he needed to do as a guest at their wedding and also the best man for the couple.

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"Master Black looks good."

Sirius smiled at Kreacher. "Take care of the house when I'm gone. I will start the second round of hunting quickly after."

With Regulus' graduation also approaching, Sirius felt a need to hurry up and deal with the Dark Lord. The more time he allowed the evil to fester, the more danger he felt creeping closer to those he loved and cared about.

After fixing his hair with a simple comb, Sirius stood near a window with his broom in hand. He still hoped to pick up one last thing for Lily since he was first going to visit her and hand her the gift. He hoped she'd wear it at the wedding.

Snap!

He apparated to the building's terrace and then took off on the broom.

Flying towards the wedding venue, he saw a small field of flowers on the way. He made a quick dive there and snatched a single, lily flower.

A small gift matching her name.

The wedding was being held not far from James' family estate. It was a rather private ceremony with not too many guests as the threat of the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord still loomed—mainly some friends from school and close family members having arrived before him.

Of course, Lily's sister and her husband skipped the wedding for their selfish reasons. Sirius wondered if he should force them to come so Lily would be happy, but in the end, he dropped the plan.

Reckon she'd be the happiest seeing me of all people right now.

His flight was fast, and he soon landed on the terrace of the wedding venue. It was a small flower garden with a separate lawn, so the place was perfect for a private wedding. There was also a building adjacent to it for indoor sitting and rooms for privacy.

"There you are!" Remus saw him coming down from the stairs. "James has been panicking around, looking for you."

"Looking for me? Why? I'm not the bride." Sirius joked and looked around, "Where is he?"

"In his room." Remus gestured towards a corridor.

Sirius sighed and headed to it. There weren't that many people in that entire building anyway, and yet it was beautifully decorated. He could see James had spared no effort to make the day special.

Knock! Knock!

He knocked on the door and entered without waiting. "James, what's the matter?"

"Sirius!" James jumped from his seat before a large mirror, "Where've you been? You're the best man!"

Sirius apologetically approached, "What happened?"

"Look what I received." James barked and took out an envelope from his suit pocket. "It was delivered to me this morning by an owl."

Confused, Sirius took the letter and slipped out the folded paper. It bore no markings or stamps, but the words were clear and straightforward.

[Blood traitors shall be purged along with their mudblood wives.]

With his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes filled with rage, Sirius looked back at James. "Can I keep this? I'll make the one who wrote this eat it."

"Do whatever you want with it, Padfoot. I'm not afraid of them coming after me, either. I just want this wedding to happen normally. Plenty of people know I'm getting married today," James said. "They might attack us here."

"They wouldn't dare, not as long as I'm here." Sirius had the utmost confidence in his words. "They are too scared to face me."

"You? Why?"

"Words can't explain, Prongs." Sirius still kept his immortality a secret. The more people knew, the greater the risk would become. "Oh, I brought you a gift. It's some potion made of Ginseng in North Korea. They say it can turn a sheep into a lion… in the bed."

James' eyes sparkled as he snatched the packed box. "Dammit, Sirius, if you were a girl, I'd kiss you for this. Thank you so much."

"..."

Speechless, he patted James' shoulder and headed to the door. "I'll go check up on Lily. You better wipe that frown off your face. You look constipated."
James sneered and looked back into the mirror—indeed finding a constipated face.

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Knock! Knock!

Sirius took a calming breath and knocked on the room Lily was staying in. It had been a while since he last saw her, trying to keep some distance to let their unspoken relation fade into a distant memory.

Clack!

The door opened, and Lily appeared standing, arms folded. Her delicate, creased brows gave off her mood as her green eyes narrowly glared at him. Indeed, she was angry.

Sirius gulped, "Y-You looked stunning, Lily."

Studying her figure, she indeed looked beautiful. Her white gown with silver embroidery was perfection in his eyes. It was sleeveless, revealing her creamy pale shoulders, with her bosom covered and tightly pushed together with a bodice. The waist was hugged by a corset-like piece, and the rest of the fabric fell around her legs beautifully. One couldn't help but wonder what was underneath there—also white?

Lily peeked her head out and looked left and right in the corridor. The veil clipped on her brunette hair swayed with her quick motions.

"Come inside." She grabbed Sirius's arm with her bridal glove-covered hands and pulled him in. "I'm angry at you."

Click!

She closed the door after pushing him inside. "Now you got time to visit me? I used to wait for you every single night, keeping the window open."

Sirius looked at her with a mix of guilt, "I got busy fighting the Death Eaters… I…"

"I know," she replied, her voice gentler this time. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Don't… Don't show this much concern for me, girl. Sirius felt extremely conflicted by his emotions. Lily was one amazing woman in his eyes, talented and just the right amount crazy. But the thing was, she was never this crazy with anyone else, not even James.

He stared at her beautiful face and walked closer to her. His hand came out, reaching for her, and gently caressed the side of her jaw, her beautifully done hair draping around like silk curtains. "Nothing can hurt me, Lily."

Lily tilted her face against his warm palm, feeling ticklish and having a great sense of closeness. What was it about Sirius that made her feel so free? She still had no clue. "You look great in suits; who could have known?"

"But it's not my style," he shrugged.

"I know, it feels odd. But…" Lily stepped closer to him, looking at his face. Her arms slid around Sirius' chest as she hugged him. "You're perfect for today."

He drowned in her glittering green eyes, her perfume scent reaching his nose and tickling in the right places. He wanted to lean down and pluck those lips with his own, but first, he had something to give her.

"I brought you a present," he said, remaining in Lily's loose embrace. He took out a small box and a flower from the suit's pocket. "Let me put this on you first."

He took the lily flower and clipped it on the side of her head. It looked like a fresh piece of jewelry on her, looking just right with her fiery hair.

"What's in the box?" she excitedly asked.

Sirius opened it and revealed the shining white pearl necklace. But there was also a small golden ring with a green stone on it. "I thought you could use some extra jewelry on your wedding day."

"It's beautiful." She was flattered, her arms getting tight around his chest as her shapely bosom squeezed against him. "Put it on me, Sirius."

He agreed unquestionably and leaned forward to the side of her face. His arms reached over her shoulder and latched the necklace's hook behind her neck. Against her red hair, pale, unblemished skin, and the white wedding gown—the pearl necklace sparkled with that green pendant.

"And the ring?" Lily suddenly raised her left hand towards Sirius' face. "I want you to help me wear it too."

"Of course." He couldn't possibly say no to her on that day.

"No, on this one." Lily stopped him just when he was putting it on her index finger.

Sirius, taken aback, looked up at Lily's dreamy face, her breath somehow getting ragged. "But that's the… ring finger."

"I know." Lily rose up on her toes abruptly, and Sirius' free hand went down to her waist to support her.

A wet, soft, and delicate kiss from Lily's lips greeted Sirius' dryness, washing away any doubt and restraint he had in him. He responded back, turning his face and locking her lipstick-covered lips between his hungry mouth.

"Umm…" But Lily moved her face back and presented her left hand again, "For now… However little time we have left… I'm yours."

That was it. Sirius couldn't control himself, and his loins reacted instantly, forming a rising mound down there.

With gaze locked, he placed the ring on her fourth finger—the wedding ring finger. He knew it was wrong of him, but for the very last few minutes they had left, why not lie a little?

As soon as his hands came free, he held her neck in both palms and pulled her face closer, his own leaning down. Any guilt of doing this while she was in her wedding gown vanished, overwhelmed by how gorgeous she looked.

Her lipstick smudged over Sirius' face, their fierce kisses feathery and yer mindless. Moving heads on a whim, they held each other as tight as they could, as if they were scared of losing one another. The twisting of their tongues, the sipping of their lips, the trembling giggles in between—it was all they wanted.

As Sirius' hands went down to her waist, and then back to grope her hips, he let her explore his mouth as if a cave of sensual wonders. Her hunger was fanatic, her lust for him making him proud and yet dejected—this was the last time.

Lily's deep red tongue swept and swirled inside Sirius' mouth; in response, his gentle tugs mated with her wetness. They plundered one another, as if seeking each other's approval for something, wanting this last time to be their best.

Wanting to taste each other so well it'd last a lifetime.

"Lose it." Lily tried to pry open Sirius' suit jacket and started to unbutton his shirt.

Sirius quickly threw his suit jacket away and focused on Lily's bosom. Since her dress was sleeveless without any shoulder straps, he simply pushed down the cloth over her mounds, bunching them down over the tight corset-like piece around the waist.

With no bra, Lily's lush, jutting breasts fell out with a creamy jiggle. The pink tips hardened, the delectable small areolas adorning the perfect pieces of her flesh. Both his hands reached for them, his thumb gently pressed on her nubs.

Lily finished unbuttoning his shirt right then and caressed his muscular chest. Her delicate glove-covered fingers tickled around his abs, then came over to his chest. It felt as if she was admiring him and trying to remember every inch of his body.

"Umm… I'll miss this," she muttered.

Sirius stopped fondling her and began pushing her back by her waist. There was a single bed in the corner of the room, its height perfect for the two.

"Oh!" Lily gasped when she fell back on the bed, eventually leaning back up supported by her elbows. She giggled, seeing Sirius roll up her wedding dress and reach for her silken core. "Let me help."

She had to help, thanks to her sexy, tight lacy girdle. She helped him loosen the tight strings and then relaxed back, allowing him to lay his hand all over her sultry legs, caressing, tickling all the way up to her white panties.

"Won't be needing these." Sirius pulled her panties down with an easy tug and threw them off her legs. His eyes constantly stayed fixed on the junction of her thighs, laying his gaze on her hot, fiery pink entrance, already drooling in wait.

Not a single speck of hair on it this time, clearly prepared for this moment. Sirius gave her all the attention she desired and crouched down beside the foot of the bed. He pulled Lily's body by her legs until her unclothed rear almost floated above the edge. He rested her legs on each side of his shoulders.

With that, he found a perfect position to part her silken cave of arousal with his tongue. He didn't know how much time they had, so he ignored the foreplay games and quickly smacked his lips over her tightness. His arms circled around her hips and sides to squeeze between her parted legs.

His fingers took to pressing and pinching the tight, aroused buds while his tongue savored the slippery walls of her entrance. He played with her folds, probing his slick tongue with slithering wiggles. So fast he felt his mouth was sore, but he loved Lily's moans even more.

"Ummh—No!" Lily pressed her lips together and tightly grabbed onto the sheets. "I ca-ah… I can't hold my voice."

"No need," Sirius paused to reply. "I've taken care of that."

"Yesss~" Lily let go of it all, evident by the increased weight of her legs on Sirius' shoulders. She let go, and relaxed in the bed. Not even holding herself up, she simply laid down on the bed, quivering with each stroke of his tongue.

Sometimes, her hips would wiggle, her hips thrusting up, closer to his face. Her body reacted to every inch of pleasure he gave her. Her every involuntary movement revealed how much she wanted him at this moment: to take her, eat her up, and leave her utterly ruined.

The wet sounds Sirius made with his working tongue caused them both to crave each other more and more. So Sirius stood up quickly, discarding his black pants and underwear. His straining shaft stood erect, pointing at her drenched entrance.

"I want you." Lily raised her arms towards him, beckoning for his everything. "I want to feel you… inside me."

Sirius' shaft twitched at her open invitation. She raised her knees and spread herself wide for him, seeing him put his knees on the edge of the bead and lean over on her body.

Oh, how much she loved this. Just being able to see his face in that most intimate moment seemed to wash away any guilt or shame. She licked all over his chest, circling the tip of her tongue around the rim of Sirius' nipples—more than tickling him, it teased the heat in his loins.

"And I want to feel your insides," Sirius replied and weighed down on her bosom, his cock gently probing between the gates of her hot furnace with its bulging head. Warm, tight, and creamy, Sirius felt the heightened pleasure the more he eased in.

Uncaring of her wedding gown, Lily welcomed Sirius on her body and hugged him against her cushiony mounds, holding his head, caressing his hair, and kissing all over his face and lips. Her moans constantly came out, sometimes suppressed and sometimes loud.

"Mmmm… oh, yes, Sirius." Her dress now pulled up to her waist, she locked her legs around him and shifted in the bed alongside Sirius' plunging motions. When he pulled his hips, her sweltering core also suckled him with gentle throbs, and when he thrust in, her rear would slam down hard, giving Sirius a little more room to shove in.

Sirius responded to her kisses at the same time, and then hugged her head. He brought his lips beside her ear and whispered, "You're tight."

"For you!"

"You hear those sounds?"

"Mmh… Mmmhm."

"Aren't we crazy?"

"For you-ooh!" She moaned.

Sirius fucked her harder, "What if you can't walk the… ugh-aisle?"

"Oh," Lily raised her hips, wanting him to go harder as her climax strained to burst out. "Y-You can carry me-eh."

Sirius grunted, chuckled into her ears, and licked her earlobe, sending the fiery-haired bride into frantic cries of pleasure. Her pussy quivered under his rough fucking; his cock plunged and plucked out her soothing nectar, paving a silky smooth path for him to drive back in with force.

The claps of their flesh were the celebration of their divine sex. Lost in each other, they rubbed anything they could against each other's hot skin.

"Oooh, S-Sirius~ I'm coming… all over you-oh!" Lily cried.

Sirius quickly beckoned out of her petals and shoved two of his fingers in. He fucked her ravagingly with his hand until her juices started dribbling out like an uninterrupted dam. Her raised hips and melodious screams of pleasure were a testament to her insane arousal.

It was recklessness and madness combined.

Sirius laid down next to Lily to catch his breath. Although he didn't do it for too long, the intensity was uninterrupted insanity.

"My turn." Still panting, Lily moved. First sitting up, she went down and spread Sirius' leg to make place for her. Then, looking straight at his face, she leaned down with an open mouth and gulped the thickness of his soaking cock in one go—all the way to the hilt.

"Ugh!" Sirius thrust up as a reflex, her throat so hot and slimy. Her teeth threateningly rubbed against his girth, carrying a shiver in their wake. She slobbered over all of his girth and left him clenching and curling his toes.

It was hard to control the urge to just grab her by the wedding veil and shove in deep. But he lay restlessly on the bed and let her suck him to the fullest. The milking tugs of her lips on the crown of his cockhead constantly built up his release—veering on the edge.

"Ugh… You're crazier than usual," Sirius groaned.

"Umm…" Lil's words were incoherent as she kept at it.

Sirius just drove through the rising spasm and the flickering clenches of his abdomen and hips. He was close, and he was about to burst in her throat.

"I'm coming!"

"Hm." Lily only went faster, using her hands to stroke his entire length while her lips tightly clamped around his bulging head. Her other hand tickled his balls, at times provoking him with a firmer grip.

Sirius' hips thrust up in short, but fast trembles. A frenzy of explosions spilled into her, flooding her mouth with his hot, sticky milk, coating every inch of her tongue white until it squeezed into her throat.

The entire time, Lily continued to suck him dry, her hands squeezing every single drop out and her lips sucking it all off. She didn't let him go limp either, never stopping her incredible, blissful final gift.

"Umph!" Sirius looked down at his groin, at Lily's bobbing head. He knew she wasn't done yet.

For a few minutes, she kept sucking him without stopping or changing her speed. At first, he went limp, but with her hot, soaking stimulation and silky gloved hands, she raised him up again, taking his entire length in until it grew enough to hit the back of her throat.

The gagging, the gulping, the choking grunts came. But she didn't stop no matter what, as if madness had taken over.

"Let me… see you." Lily suddenly stopped and rose up, straddling Sirius' waist and spreading her knees to each side of the body. She began lowering herself on his iron-hard cock, her hand hungrily guiding it to her slit. "Ummmph… Oh, Sirius!"

Lily didn't close her eyes and continued to stare into Sirius's gaze with a burning desire. Her quivering lower lips parted and swallowed his length and girth slowly, continuously spearing inside with a wet squelch.

"Ah, yes~" Her mouth opened, and her lips shuddered. Her eyes suddenly turned watery as she took him all in and rested there. "I… Ugh… I have no regrets."

Saying that, she leaned down on Sirius' chest and kissed his neck, nestling her face below his chin. On her own device, she began to move her hips back and forth, rubbing him and gyrating on his length.

Her moans grew louder, but her movement was slow—truly savoring the sensation.

Sirius hugged her body tightly, embracing her warmth to feel it for the one last time. He began pumping his cock in her as a response, matching her motions and hitting her deep, where she wanted it most.

Although there was less stimulation in this position, he felt even more aroused than before. Lily's body, her arms, and her ragged breath, everything so close to his own. It changed something in his heart. In response, his arms embraced her even tighter.

"Ah, ah, ooooo~ Yes~" Lily kept fucking herself on him even though she panted like never before. "I'm com—"

Lily found her final moment of ecstasy and let out a shattering release on his cock. It was different this time; it wasn't an orgasm but a squirt combined. Her aroused senses tinkled in just the right places. Feeling her heartbeat match Sirius, it all felt right.

Sirius couldn't hold on either and came close to another release. "I'm going to… Ugh. Stop, Lily!"

But his warning fell on deaf ears as Lily hugged his neck tight and planted her sweltering slimy pussy on his girth. Panting, she worded a moan, "I-Inside! I want it—inside, Sirius… I want to feel you-oh!"

As if his body expected something like that, he pumped harder into her, his hands going down on her hips to grip her in place.

"I want to feel you one, ah… one last time… mmm." Lily cried out on his chest.

Sirius felt heartache hearing her pleading cries, knowing this was the last time he'd ever get to experience this. To feel her hot core and body against him, to hear her cry out for him.

Right at that moment, his cockhead pulsated and poured out his heated nectar right inside her sore pussy, pulsating life flooding her thoroughly and letting her feel it—something warm, something deep, something drooling out of her.

He kept pumping his seed in her until his cock grew so limp that it fell out of her. Utterly sweaty, semi-naked, and each other's faces smudged with lipstick, saliva, and mascara—they looked nowhere ready for the wedding ceremony.

What the fuck am I doing? This is fucked up. Sirius sensed his mind drowning in guilt right that instant. But when Lily got up from his chest and looked down before pecking him on the lips, he lost it again. But no regrets.

"Help me get ready now. I… I can't walk." Lily groaned, feeling abused and sore in her core. She tried to stand up from the bed but almost lost balance. "See! You did this."

"You wanted it." Sirius barked jokingly, and princess-carried her in his arms, taking her to the dressing table and placing her on the chair.

"And I loved it!" She chirped back, looking far more excited and happy. "Thank you for this… one last time."

Sirius nodded and used his wand to fix up her dress and his own suit. Meanwhile, Lily managed to fix her makeup and look good enough for the wedding. Thankfully, they had ended their activities in time, and just fifteen minutes later, Lily's father came to take her.

Knock! Knock!

"It's time, Lily."

Lily got up from the chair and looked at Sirius one last time. This time, she didn't try to kiss him or hug him, and silently nodded. Her eyes were watery enough to send a clear message.

"See you outside," Sirius whispered and apparated away to the terrace once again.

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Later, when Sirius watched Lily walk down the aisle to James, he couldn't help but notice her faint limp.

He chuckled at that but soon after turned solemn.

"I do…"

"I do…"

"You may kiss the…"

No, Sirius couldn't watch that happen. His fist clenched as he turned around to leave the decorated garden. He couldn't understand why, but he felt a burning sensation in his heart.

As if he lost something dear to him—something that could have been his.

And he hated himself for thinking that.

So he found the open bar and just sat there to drown himself in the luxury of good alcohol. It didn't take too long before the rest of the guests also arrived at the dining hall and the music started playing.

Chatters, laughs, and giggles took over the venue. Sirius just kept a big smile on his face, avoiding looking at Lily for the rest of the day. It was better to forget this part of his life. It was good for not just him but his best friend too.

Is he my best friend? He wondered since no best friend would do something like that.

"Where are you going?" James approached when he tried to leave.

Sirius looked away, "Found a new clue. Can't postpone hunting those filthy Death Eaters."

"The one who sent the letter?"

Sirius shrugged, "Who knows. But I'll make sure to have a nice chat with them first."

Pat!

James suddenly stepped closer and hugged Sirius tightly. "Take care of yourself, Sirius. It's dangerous out there."

I'm the one who's dangerous. Sirius thought, but not in the context of hunting Death Eaters.

"I will. Have fun now, James. Good luck on your married life, and luck you will need with Lily." He jested and left through the terrace of the building.

Although it was just an excuse to leave, there was still some truth to it as he was headed out to hunt for Death Eaters.

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Knock Knock!

Sirius arrived at an old dirty town somewhere in Southern England. It was filled with empty factories and lines upon lines of houses that now remained empty. Perfect for a Death Eater to live in; Sirius reckoned.

Clack!

On one such house, the door opened, and a man appeared with his magic wand out. His black, long nose, straight hair, and the sneering expression on his face were clear—not expecting to see Sirius there, his 'enemy'.

"Been a while, Severus—you mind having a chat?"

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"Been a while, Severus—you mind having a chat?"

"You…" Severus sneered, slamming the door or trying to.

Sirius was faster and wedged his leather-clad foot firmly in the door's path. "No need to turn bashful all of a sudden," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.

"You never seemed to mind groveling at Lucius Malfoy's feet or carrying out the Dark Lord's bidding. So why the sudden bout of shyness?"

Severus Snape drew his wand with a swift, practiced motion, his dark eyes piercing the shadows. "What do you want, Sirius?"

"Really now? After watching me kill your fellow Death Eaters right before your very eyes, and surviving the Killing Curse, you reckon you stand a chance against me?" Sirius pushed the door open, unafraid of anything.

Bang!

Sirius wasn't very gentle with it and stormed inside, making Severus step back further and further into his own house, like a cornered prey. He looked around at the condition of the house, and it looked nothing but rundown and neglected. The floor had much dirt on it, the furniture was broken, and bruised, and all the walls lacked portraits, or even wallpaper, so to speak.

"You truly live up to the name we teased you with," Sirius remarked, casting a glance back at Severus. "Tell me, is being Slytherin synonymous with embracing evil? My parents, my cousins, my distant families—how in Merlin's beard do you all manage to veer toward evil?"

Feeling suffocated, Sirius pulled his tie a little to loosen it. He then went over to a chair near the dining table, dragged it, and sat down. But then he noticed Severus' hand moving secretly. "You'd be doing me a favor by calling them."

Severus finally stopped and tried to talk seriously, "You left me no choice but to join them."

"What did we do?" Sirius asked him earnestly. "It was just childhood banter."

"Banter?" Severus sneered. "You haven't changed one bit. Arrogant, rich, spoiled, opinionated brat then… the same now."

"And who might you be? A noble with the serenity of a Vela, perhaps? You've been poking your nose into our affairs since day one. Trying to spy on us, snitch on us, stirring up trouble at every turn."

"You started it!" Snape barked, his voice cutting through the air like a whip.

"It was that blasted train. I had no interest in you or James. Yet you two chose to speak when not spoken to. You chose to antagonize me—you chose to trip me—you chose to call me Snivellus on the very first day of Hogwarts."

Sirius still didn't take Severus' words seriously, scoffing. "Yet you proved us right. Look what becoming a Slytherin has gotten you."

"Nothing but misery throughout my life," Severus Snape drawled, his voice laced with scorn as he fixed Sirius with a piercing glare, the anger simmering in his dark eyes. Like a festering wound finally bursting open, his pent-up emotions spilled forth in a torrent of words.

"Knowing you has been my life's greatest torment. You, with your reckless disregard for consequences, your arrogance knows no bounds. You sought to end me, all for the sake of your twisted amusement! And why? Because I dared to keep a watchful eye on you? That was justification enough for you to conspire to see me dead at the hands of your werewolf friend? Some friend you are!"

For the first time, Sirius averted his gaze from Severus, his already loosened tie still causing him to feel suffocated. "T-That was… a mistake. I—"

"Mistake? I was sworn by Dumbledore to never speak of your friend's secret. What did that earn me? Ridicule! James Potter paraded around Hogwarts, relishing in his fabricated heroics of how he saved poor Severus from death—to Lily, he bragged the same—bragged about a twisted murder you planned."

Sirius breathed deeply, the memories fresh in his thoughts. All that had happened before he had changed his ways. Before he had gotten that oracle about his death. "I know it was a mista—"

"Did you stop?" Severus boomed, and stepped closer to Sirius, his hands gesturing his uncontrolled emotions. "I was reading the OWL's paper, minding my own business by the tree. You came to me! James spun the first spell, and you were there to laugh as he boasted of his heroic deed.

"You found amusement in his antics, egging him on as he hurled spells in my direction, all to elicit the laughter of those around. You found mirth in my humiliation, whether it was being left suspended in mid-air, or stripped of my dignity—Why? James made his intentions abundantly clear—'It's more the fact that he exists.'"

Sirius remembered that incident. It hadn't been that long since then. That memory he dearly wished he could change somehow. Letting James take off Severus' pants and exposing him nude to the school while he cheered on. It was definitely the last nudge that pushed Severus into the arms of the dark side.

"I'd have felt the same…" Sirius muttered, horrified with himself. "I'd have hated myself, and James, and Remus… I'd never forgive…"

"Yet you come here to ask what's wrong with me?"

The more Sirius thought about it, the more he saw what kind of man he had been; And perhaps still was. A wild dog with no regard for those around. A thrill seeker uncaring of others. When he tried to imagine himself as Severus, all he could come up with was hatred for himself.

He lost Lily too. Sirius realized, Lost to his bully, who lied about saving him. While he couldn't reveal the secret.

Sirius still saw Severus as a wrong man with plenty of faults. But he no longer felt blind to his own faults and those of his friends. Not when he somewhat shared the same heartache as the man before him.

Somehow, despite doing his worst for years, James got the girl of his wishes, by simply acting nice for the last two years.

Does she even love him? Sirius genuinely wondered, not able to see how someone could feel attracted to James after having seen him do the worst of things imaginable. How can Severus ever forget it all?'

"I feel suffocated." Severus continued, "I feel suffocated that I can't kill you with my own hands."

"I'll come clean to Lily and tell her everything. You can have your friendship back, Severus. Don't fall into the Dark Lord's sway. He only takes, not gives," Sirius tried to reason, albeit knowing it wouldn't work. Things had gone too far.

"Just… don't follow him. You can come after me to kill me all you want afterward."

"It's too late," Severus replied in a deeper, calmer voice. "Too late to apologize, too late for friendships… too late to step back."

Sirius finally stood up, rubbing his face. He had come knocking on the door with anger and rage. Now, he felt defeated by mere words and memories that he himself recollected. He had crossed the line of sanity and lunacy too many times without knowing.

So much so that now when the realization came, it was already too late.

"I won't seek forgiveness. But I apologize for being an ass," Sirius said, his voice throaty. "If I could go back and change it all, I'd have kicked James' ass and shook your hand. I know it's too late but… I hope you stand on the right side. I hope you're more brainy than I am brawny."

Severus looked at him as he heard those last words. They were the words he had used to insult James and Sirius on the first day they met on that train.

Sirius smiled in a self-deprecating manner, "I guess you were right."

"The Dark Mark won't let me," Severus said, revealing his forearm adorned with the Dark Mark.

Sirius nodded, and stepped back towards the exit. "I won't ask you to fight against him. I won't ask you to scheme against him and report to me. Just… don't do anything… hide somewhere far."

"Until?"

"Until I hunt each one of them down," Sirius replied, grabbing the suit jacket he had taken off from feeling suffocated before.

Severus didn't respond to that and walked him to the door, his expressions unchanging as before. The outburst had seemed to change nothing on the surface.

Finally, as Sirius stood at the door, he looked back at Severus and extended his arm. "Don't forgive me if you don't want to…"

Severus merely looked at the extended hand with indifference.

So Sirius continued, "Try to kill me if you want to…"

Severus remained unmoved.

"When all this is over, let's settle this seven years' worth of nasty mess—with duels," Sirius suggested. "One-to-one."

Severus sneered, "Brawn indeed."

Sirius chucked and retracted his hand before walking away to Apparate. He didn't look back again, for Severus' face constantly reminded him of how naive he was. The fine line between pranks and madness had remained elusive to him for so long.

Too damn embarrassing.

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A few days passed since then, and Sirius got busy writing down names and gathering information related to all the Death Eaters—their names, their families, and their locations. The next round of hunting was about to begin, and he felt this was going to be his magnum opus.

"Kreacher!" Sirius roared as soon as he returned home after his last round of spying.

With a snap, the old house elf appeared beside the recliner chair Sirius was resting on. "Master Sirius."

Sirius nonchalantly ordered him, "Prepare all of Regulus' favorite dishes when I return with him. He's going to graduate from the school tomorrow."

Kreacher's face lit up with an opportunity to serve. "Master Sirius commands, Kreacher obeys. Everything will be prepared perfectly. Kreacher serves, Kreacher pleases."

Sirius just nodded and closed his eyes, falling asleep in the recliner chair itself. With his beard slowly growing and becoming visible, and his hair somewhat unkempt, it wasn't hard to see he was tired.

Soon, the words of the oracle once again started to haunt him in the form of nightmares. He had gotten used to them as it was a regular thing. But still, they never failed to turn his body sweaty and his face paler.

Eventually, he saw himself die in the dream, and that woke him up with a jolt. He looked left and right at the empty hall of his big house. Kreacher wasn't too far from him, cleaning the chimney.

"How long was I asleep?"

"A whole night and a day, Master Sirius," Kreacher replied.

"Ugh." Sirius got up while rubbing his belly. "No wonder I feel hungry. Well, Regulus should be done with his boat ride by now. I'll take him to Hogsmeade for a few drinks."

"When should Kreacher make the food for Master Regulus?" Kreacher asked.

"Morning," Sirius replied and lazily dragged himself to the bathroom. He freshened up, changed his clothes, and then apparated away right to Hogsmeade railway station.

As he had expected, the platform was filled with graduates entering the train and bidding their last goodbye to the school. The steaming engine was already whistling in preparation to start the journey.

It was night already, but nowhere close to bedtime. So, Sirius walked into the train and looked for Regulus, quickly finding him sitting with a few other Slytherins. The boy had grown plenty by now, reaching Sirius' height already.

"Grab your bag. We're celebrating," Sirius said, leaving the train and waiting outside. He saw Hagrid not too far away, but for some reason, the big man walked away the moment their eyes met.

What's gotten to him now?

"Where are we going?" Regulus stepped out just then, a boxy bag in his hand.

"Hogsmeade," Sirius muttered and started walking away. Unlike Regulus, who was still in his school uniform, Sirius was casually dressed in jeans, a black jacket, and a shirt.

Following behind, Regulus looked at his elder brother, feeling a hint of concern from his current condition. "When did you last shave?"

"Probably a week ago," Sirius replied, strolling.

"You don't look well."

"Hunting down bloodthirsty Death Eaters is not easy. Who knew?" Sirius jokingly replied. "I'm fine and kicking ass, Regulus."

Regulus chuckled and soon followed him into the Three Broomsticks Inn. The place had no customers at that time of the day. The fear of Voldemort, it being dinner time, and Hogwarts staff being busy meant the fine establishment was all for the two brothers to enjoy.

"Ah, there's my favorite barmaid," Sirius cheekily barked as he sat on a high stool at the inn's bar. On the other side was the beautiful woman, the one he had flirted with so many times in the past, and made her laugh with James until she was out of breath back in the day.

The woman chuckled and set a shot of Firewhiskey for Sirius right away. "And here's the only two decent Blacks."

Sirius passed his shot of Firewhiskey to his brother instead. "Make it two today, Madam Rosmerta. He's no more a student—time to drink like a man."

The woman, a few years older than Sirius, chuckled and put up two more glasses instead, adding one for herself since the inn was empty. She was an attractive woman with wavy blonde hair and green eyes. A curvy body if one were to look in the right spots. She was tall and relatively easy to talk to, something Sirius and James had always liked about her.

But this was the first time he was seeing her since graduating from Hogwarts.

"Any new gossip?" Sirius asked, knowing Rosmerta's specialty.

The woman chuckled and kept on filling their shot glasses each time they drank. "People are terrified to come here these days, so not much chatter to be heard. The good ones are scared of the bad ones, and the bad ones are scared of you."

"Cheers to that." Sirius raised his glass and clinked it with hers before downing it. "Sadly, it's a double-edged sword. They're hiding so well now that hunting them has become hard."

"You're probably the only man who'd say something like that so casually," Rosmerta said, leaning forward on the bar counter. Her elbows were folded, and her palms supported her face as her gaze remained fixated on him. But she never stopped pouring him drinks.

Sirius grabbed the same bottle and poured her shots too. As for Regulus, it was his first time drinking Firewhiskey, so he was already getting tipsy.

Thud!

"And he's out," Sirius declared as Regulus slammed his face on the bar counter and started snoring in no time. "Lucky… I'll need many more shots for that kind of peace."

Rosmerta chuckled and stepped back, straightening her back. She turned around to take a few more bottles from the cabinet, her hips swaying as she moved around.

Sirius, sipping on the Firewhiskey now, silently stared at her curvy back. No wonder the Inn's popular.

"I've come up with a new drink." Rosmerta returned to the bar counter, moving her delicate hands quickly to make something new. Sirius had to lean over to look as the bar counter on his side was higher than the one on her side.

She looked up with a feminine, mischievous smirk and called him over. "Come to this side. Perhaps the famed Sirius Black can learn a thing or two about concocting drinks."

Sirius smiled and stood up. He took off his black leather jacket and walked around the bar counter to enter her side. "Who said I don't know a thing or two already?"

"Competing, are we?" she playfully asked and pushed a set of glasses toward him. "Then let's see who makes the best one. The more alcoholic, the better; the one with the least bitterness wins."

"Challenge taken, Madam Ros—"

"Just Rosmerta is fine," she interrupted him.

Sirius nodded and folded the sleeves of his white shirt, his tattoo-clad arms on full display. Then he began picking things from the cabinet as he liked, a few fruits, and then many more hard-hitting alcoholic brands.

Despite focusing on making the drinks, they continued to drink other things lying on the bar top. Pulling each other's leg here and there, or cursing any random Dark Wizard, or even the Ministry. They talked until well into the evening and finally finished concocting their drinks with the last sprinkle of magic with their wands.

Rosmerta showcased hers first. A tall glass with a wide mouth. Inside, it was a strikingly bright blue liquid, combined with cubes of ice, and steam coming off of it at the same time. "Behold, the Blue Lava."

Sirius stood impressed, wondering how it'd taste. But then he revealed his drink. It came in a simple, cylindrical glass. The contents inside appeared to be boiling with carbonated bubbles, its color deep red like blood. A straw was added to it, along with a garnish of an orange. "And I call this 'Fuck Me Up'."

Rosmerta's brows shot up at that name, wondering if it was really the name, or if Sirius was just flirting. "A name that raises expectations."

"A name that fits, I'd say," Sirius said and gently pushed the glass towards her, stepping closer to her side and taking the drink she had made. "Time to test."

She nodded and picked up Sirius' drink. She gave it a gentle sniff first, which made her eyes go wild with a jolt. But then she looked at Sirius and saw him already down with half the glass of her drink.

"Good, but could be better," Sirius assessed, putting the glass down and not drinking it whole. "But I liked how you tried to get rid of the bitterness with that sweet ice-trapped mist."

Not liking her drink being called just 'good', Rosmerta sipped the bloody red drink too. As soon as her lips touched the liquid, her eyes shot open wider than ever before. The insides of her mouth seemingly twitched from the strange, fizzy sensation.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed all of a sudden and took a bigger sip, filling up her mouth. "It's like… it has no alcohol. Where's the bitterness? But it packs a punch, sizzling hot right down your throat.."

With pride, Sirius stood arms folded, watching the woman drink half of the glass. He checked her out as she did that, her throat making gulping sounds, her beautiful face flushed red from the drink. Her thin brows refused to come down.

"Oooh… Merlin's beard!" She roared in energy and placed the glass down. She shook her head vigorously and ruffled her golden blonde hair into a mess. "I feel warm…"

Saying that, she removed the animal hide brown jacket she wore. But that wasn't enough as she removed her heeled boots too, and continued to take more sips of the drink.

Sirius smirked the whole time, watching the curvy, tall woman sway her body left and right in enjoyment. If only there was good music, it would have been perfect.

"You know what's missing? Music." As if Rosmerta had read his mind, she flicked her wand towards a distant magical gramophone. Soon after, jazz music started playing at a decently high volume. "How did you make this, Sirius?"

Ah, it's getting to my head now. Sirius sighed to himself, ruffling his own black hair with one hand. He couldn't stop staring at the woman before him. Her skirt covered everything till her ankles, and all he could think was wanting to take that off.

"Oh, I can teach you," he said and suddenly walked behind her. His chest pushed against her back, his slowly surging erection poking the upper curve of her fleshy ass.

Rosmerta chuckled softly, savoring the last sip of her drink before lifting the glass to examine it with a gleam in her eye. "Well now, how about giving this gem to me? I can already see its name spreading like wildfire."

Sirius relaxed behind her, feeling her entire rear touching his front. His one hand slid to rest on the side of her waist while the other trailed her hand, holding the glass, taking it from her grip. "So you want a deal?"

"Mm…" She suddenly pushed her hips back, teasing Sirius. "Of course."

"Well, it depends on how good you are at convincing me," he replied, lowering his face closer to her neck so his breath touched her skin, sending shivers down her body.

Rosmerta breathed deeply, her breast heaving. She extended both her hands towards the back and reached behind Sirius' hips, and with an abrupt pull, she pressed him harder behind herself. "I can be very… convincing."

They were both drunk, and they knew it. They were wizards, not first-year kids. It was all just games and the heat of the moment. She wanted it, and so did he. The drink was merely a minor tool to get things going.

"Ummm…" Rosmerta finally felt Sirius' lips touch the side of her neck. "I-uh… I see… The table is set fo-oh… negotiations."

Sirius chuckled and swiped his hand on the countertop, pushing everything to the side to make way for their heated exchange. "Indeed."

With both his free hands, he palmed her belly first, then went up towards her soft, sizable breasts. But instead of fondling, he tugged on her top, a full-sleeved piece with a deep neck, tied together with a mere ribbon on her side.

The knots came loose with ease, and her top opened up. Finally, Sirius moved his hand between, claiming her bra-clad breasts, squeezing them with hot desire. All the while, his lips continued to lick on her neck.

"Ummm… good…" Rosmerta kept moving her hips, grounding them on his erection. Her one hand even reached behind, using her fingers to tickle the mound on his pants.

Sirius felt his body move on its own. The drinks he had consumed were no joke. He felt heat everywhere in his body, sweat turning things messy. Especially for his groin which ached to find a release in some place tight and wet.

"Time to… seal the deal…" Sirius grunted into her ear, his breath a mix of panting and groaning.

Both his hands moved from her breasts to her waist and the side of her hips. He pulled her long skirt up, further and further up, until he could feel the tender skin of her legs. Both his palms rubbed the flesh of her legs and kept moving up until he felt the curvy, warm flesh of her rear, her entire skirt messily bunched around her waist.

"Ah…" Rosmerta reacted as soon as she felt Sirius' hands dig through the waistband of her black panties. One hand groped her ass while the other reached around her waist and tickled her hot, drooling slit under the trimmed bush of her privates. "O-Oh… Yes… Been so long…"

She wriggled her ass even more when Sirius' two fingers tried to spread her labia while his middle finger smoothly slid in. Her back tried to arch, but with Sirius pressed so tight behind her, she could only rest her hands on the countertop and pant. He was still kissing deeply on her neck.

The next instant, Sirius removed his palm from her ass while continuing to dip into her slit with his middle finger. His free hand rushed to remove his own pants, untying the belt and the button and lowering the zipper with ease.

He kicked his pants down and didn't bother removing his underwear fully. In a mad rush and lust for pleasure, he dug his hard cock out and slapped on Rosmerta's curvy ass. "Step back."

At his command, she followed the pushes and tugs of his hands. She felt her neck pressed forward and down, so she did that. She felt his hand spearing her pussy pull her back, so she moved her legs.

The next thing she knew, she felt cold air touch her privates as her panties were pushed down, and dropped to her ankles.

She's gorgeous. Sirius admired her entire back for a moment, but as his cock twitched in hunger, he gripped it and aimed it at her drenched, drooling nest. He probed slowly, his bulging cockhead first spreading and stretching her apart.

"Mmmm… I missed this…" She moaned right away, perhaps not fucked in quite a while. "Oh… More…"

Seeing she liked being stuffed, Sirius let go of any reservations he had and thrust forward with force. An audible slap echoed as his thighs struck her magnificent ass.

"Aaaah… You… Savage…" Rosmerta cursed as her head rested on the countertop, both her fists clenched tight on the edges. "...I love it!"

Sirius, drunk, but not a fool, realized what kind of sex Rosmerta wanted. What kind of intimacy she enjoyed. I knew she's a wild one. You owe me a Galleon, James.

With a sharp intake of breath, Sirius gripped Rosmerta's asscheek with greed, clenching hard as he saw his cock sunk to the hilt. When she clenched him inside, he felt the tight warmth, the squeezing of her ravishing core around him.

"Savage it is," he muttered and suddenly gripped Rosmerta's hair from behind. He rolled his hand and made a thick bunch of the golden blonde locks before clenching them harder and pulling her head back, making her slit push against him even more.

Finally, Sirius began moving, pulling himself out all the way to the tip, only to sink in with a raging thrust. Their flesh slapped against each other, the wet sounds already audible when he had just begun.

Her head was drawn back, her face looking upwards while her mouth was open with her tongue stroking around her moaning lips. Her involuntary cries of bliss continued to escape her throat with lengthy groans.

"Ah, ah… Ummmm… yea-shh… Oh, oh yesss~"

Hard-hitting, rhythmic thrusts soon mixed with the music playing on the record player. The alcohol had lowered his senses, so he moved frantically deep within her. He felt each and every thrust as his girthy cock spread her soaking pussy apart to claim its depth.

At times, he grounded himself in there to take short breaks to catch his breath. His other hand clenching on her ass had already turned her ivory flesh crimson, now teasing her backdoor for no reason but to play with her heaving heart.

"S-Sirius…" She took his name, "D-Don't stop… don't you sto-ohp!"

Sirius tugged on her hair harder and increased the tempo. He leaned forward on her back while continuing to pump. His hand went down and around her waist to rub her clit.

The sensory overload became too much for Rosmerta, and her legs lost much of their strength. But with Sirius' body supporting her, she couldn't fall, and with his grip on her hair, she could not rest either.

Her pussy clenched like a gripping fist on his cock and throbbed with completion. The convulsing climax dripped like honey from the corners around Sirius' impaling cock, droplets leaking down her leg to the floor.

"N-Not done…" Sirius said and abruptly stopped everything. He pulled out of her and turned her body as if he owned her. Both his hands going down to her thighs, he gripped her ass and lifted her, placing her on the countertop.

Sirius got a view of her perky, milky breasts for the first time. The bra was still there, so he just pushed it up and claimed her plump flesh with both palms. The sight of her face adorned with messy hair was a delight too. Her ruined mascara, her gasping lips and her intoxicated eyes lusted for more.

"Put it in." Not her, but Sirius ordered.

Rosmerta used her own hands to grip Sirius' dirty, drenched cock and lined it with her entrance. Before she knew it, she felt full once again, so deep and stretched, so hot in her core that she just threw her head back against the raised counter of the customer side.

Sirius didn't start pumping right away and instead claimed her breasts with his lips. They were bigger than what he could hold in his palms. The areolas were wide and pale brown, while the nipples were taut, button-like. He rubbed them between his lips like a cigarette and licked the life out of them.

"Ummmm… baby… oooh…" Rosmerta's legs went around his waist and tried to pull in him, as if seeking more cock. Her free hands moved too, one playing with her own clitoris while the other, shockingly, gripped Sirius' hair and pulled him over to herself.

He stopped slobbering her breasts and found something much hotter, softer, silkier, and tastier. At the same time, he began moving his hips again and earned her hot moans.

The kiss lasted the entire time, but calling it a kiss was mild. They ate each other's mouths, tongues licking everywhere across their faces. Their spit spilled from their shared kiss in long strands, tainting Rosmerta's breasts that were fondled by his palms.

"Um, oh, oh, yes baby… Y-you're… doing great…" she cried to him, wanting to feel all of him inside. Her hands rubbed all over his hair, face, and neck, at a loss as to where to touch next.

Sirius stared at her face after the broken kiss, placing his forehead against her and glaring into her eyes with the furious look of a beast. His pumps became more violent with that, long, hard, diving plunges, each time leaving the entire bar counter shaking. Her breasts jiggled, and her throat cried out for God.

"Y-You're… ugh… a great convincer," Sirius said and kept fucking until he felt something rising from deep within his balls. He had already felt Rosmerta's third orgasm by then, giving him the ease of more hot, silken lubrication.

With overflowing stimulation inside her pussy, he tightly gripped both her breasts while continuing to look at her face. The flushed, ached, aroused, and drunk look was heavenly to look at. The fact that he caused her to look like this pushed him to do more and more, faster and harder.

"Argh…" Sirius grunted like a beast, the drinks finally messing with his mind. "N-Narcis…sa… Ha…."

"Mm… fuck…" Rosmerta cursed, feeling so hot she couldn't feel her ass anymore, so sore on the tabletop after the hourlong fucking. The only thing she felt at that moment was being fucked to ruins, her pussy, a sweltering furnace of pleasure for her and the man.

"A-almost…" Sirius warned and picked his pace. "Fuck… hide!"

But just as he was about to reach that sweet release, he noticed Regulus moving and starting to get up. He panicked, pulled out of Rosmerta immediately, and made her get off the tabletop.

Regulus did wake up, much to Sirius' annoyance. He looked left and right in confusion at first and then fixed on Sirius. "W-What happened? Where… Ah…"

Sirius flinched for a moment just then, finding his soaking hot, needy shaft once again surrounded by something tight and warm. Too damn wild!

"Don't worry, it's all good," Sirius said, trying not to curse with his cock being sucked like crazy under the counter. It felt humanly impossible by how strong the suction was from her mouth.

"Where's Madam…"

"Out-fucking… Outside." Sirius put his arm's weight on the tabletop as his knees were giving away. "Y-You can go upstairs and sleep in any unlocked room you find."

"Neat," Regulus muttered and quickly got up. Walking with wobbly steps, he eventually walked up the stairs, and his footsteps vanished.

"Merlin's fucking beard…"

Finally, Sirius looked down at the view. Rosmerta gobbled on his cock ferociously, rubbing her hand all over his girth with round twists of her fist, as if she was unscrewing him. Her tongue caressed and slobbered on his cockhead with such rage that he couldn't even warn her.

Thud!

Sirius barely maintained balance using his hands on the tabletop. His toe, instead of curling, stretched out and spread while his hips pumped on their own. It had been a week since he last released his pent-up desires.

So, as the dam broke, he spilled loads and loads of cream down into Rosmerta's hungry throat. It took her by surprise, too, as her eyes shot open. Yet she kept him in her mouth and, with audible gulps, downed all of his release like shots of Firewhiskey.

It took almost two minutes for Sirius to go through his white-hot eruption. His cock twitched uncontrollably between her lips, which he was sure she felt too. Her tongue continued to roll around the crown of his cock, never letting a single drop leak out.

Finally, when he relaxed, he saw Rosmerta give one last, hard suck on his cock from the hilt of his length to the top—squeezing the life and soul out of him, wiping clean any trace of his and her own release.

"Did that…" Rosmerta looked up while still on her knees, displaying her tongue, showing him she had gulped it all in. "Seal the deal?"

Sirius's brows furrowed, and a line formed on his forehead. This insane woman still had the energy to play with him. "Ugh… Sure… But I'm feeling like a Kneazle after a chase."

Rosmerta chuckled and finally stood up, letting her skirt fall down completely and cover her sore, swollen red petals. Her jutting breasts were also covered as soon as she tied her top. Her own breath remained ragged still, but she calmed herself with another shot of Firewhiskey, also washing down the aftertaste of a man in her mouth.

"So… Narcissa?" She blurted suddenly.

Shocked, Sirius' head turned to her in a jolt. No! Did I mistake her for Narcissa? When?

Rosmerta chuckled and caressed his still exposed, flaccid tool with her fingers, pressing her covered hills on his chest and cornering him against the cabinet. "I heard nothing…"

Fuck! Sirius felt a headache rise suddenly. Keeping her mouth shut will cost more than money.

When she stepped back, Sirius pulled his underwear up and zipped up his pants. He wiped his face with his handkerchief and made himself look presentable.

"I'll write you the recipe in the morning."

Pat!

Rosmerta slapped Sirius' ass, pushing him away from her side of the bar. "I was just kidding. You don't have to if you don't want to."

Sirius abruptly turned around and gripped her by her waist, his other hand gently holding her throat. He pushed her back to the same bottle cabinet, taking back the control. "It's a gift."

"For what?"

Sirius smiled deviously and looked at her with hungry eyes. He had no energy left, but he did appreciate the wild sex with her. "For being a brilliant convincer."

Feeling his gaze locked at her lips, Rosmerta blushed. She could sense the undertone of his words, being plenty experienced in sex and men. Indeed, she was wild, but she wasn't that sort of woman. "Profit sharing?"

"Hah! As long as you only sell it in this inn, I want nothing." Sirius chuckled and stepped away from her. He walked to the other side of the bar and picked up his jacket to find a room upstairs to sleep. "…Perhaps a little convincing every now and then."

He winked at her before turning towards the stairs. Seeing the silly, smiling face of Rosmerta really sealed the deal for him. I won, in the end.

As he arrived upstairs, he went around checking different rooms and eventually found an unlocked one. Turning the knob, he opened the door, hoping to just jump into the bed and rest.

"So…"

"Fuck!" Sirius saw Regulus standing right there inside, near the window. The lights were turned off.

"You really are a horndog," Regulus commented, folding his arms and staring daggers at his older, wilder brother.

Sirius scratched his head in embarrassment. He didn't want to be a bad influence on his little brother, after all. "Well… We just drank a little too much and ended up fucki…"

"So it was a drink with Narcissa too?"

"..."

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"So it was a drink with Narcissa too?"

"What?!" Sirius exclaimed, preserving his emotions and facial features. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Why did you say Narcissa's name while… shagging Rosmerta?" Regulus interrogated, his eyes focused. "Have you been doing it with he—"

Sirius scoffed and folded his arms. "Did you fall on your head? I know women ten times hotter than Narcissa. Why would I go after her? Besides, she refused to come wi—"

"She's the hottest!"

"..."

Sirius paused and looked at his younger brother with doubt. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're wrong. I've yet to see someone prettier than Narcissa," Regulus exclaimed shyly. "It's not like she's our direct sister, she's just… a cousin. And isn't it common among the pureb—"

"Enough!" Sirius felt jittery for some reason. He had seen his little brother as someone innocent and kind until now, and suddenly, the freshly graduated Regulus was showing his true colors. "Is that how you think about her?"

"Well…" Regulus shyly looked down, scratching his head awkwardly. "I sort of had a crush on her when I was a kid. She was always so good to me and… Anyway, I'm just saying that you don't have to hide it. If you can save her from that Malfoy, I don't care if you shag her or not."

Where did that come from? This feels like a trap.

"Stop talking nonsense, Regulus. I have no such relationship with Narci—"

"Really?!" Regulus beamed with excitement. "So can I try to get closer to her—"

"No! She's mine!" Sirius suddenly blurted, only to realize he fucked up as Regulus revealed a scheming grin. "You little—"

Regulus chuckled openly, shaking his head. "I'm not even surprised. You're the famed horndog of Hogwarts. Boys at school consider you a legend, guessing how many girls you have shagged throughout your years at school."

"..."

Is that how they all see me? Merlin's beard… my name's ruined. Sirius cursed inside, though unable to refute what Regulus said. He did do a lot of girls.

"In my defense, the thing with Narcissa happened before her marriage," Sirius clarified, raising his hands. "I haven't even met her since she moved to Malfoy Manor."

"And you'll bring her back, right?" Regulus turned serious. "That day when you saved me from receiving the Dark Mark. She had tears in her eyes… She's not evil, Sirius."

"I know," Sirius replied. "Don't worry, I have a plan to save her and perhaps, Bellatrix too if it isn't too late."

"You do?"

"We'll see how it goes." Sirius sighed and walked over to the bed and lied down since this was his room."But I'm more concerned about you. So, I've had a word with a friend of mine over in America. You're joining the Fitchburg Finches Quidditch team. You were a Seeker for Slytherin, so slipping into the reserves should be a breeze for you."

Regulus frowned, "I'm not going. I'll help you fight."

"And die?" Sirius didn't hold back his words. "Look, I fight best when I'm going in alone. I'm… I am immortal, and not even the killing curses can kill me. You saw it that night—I can't keep focusing on saving others when I'm fighting."

"But I have no interest in quidditch."

"I know, and I'm not asking you to become a professional. Just take a tour across the pond, have a bit of fun with some lovely witches, and throw a Quaffle around for a year or two. By the time I've sorted out You-Know-Who, you can come back and do whatever floats your boat," Sirius replied, his voice reassuring and confident. "Trust me, Regulus, this is the best way you can help me."

Having seen Sirius battle like a madman before, Regulus agreed in the end. "You better not die."

"The odds of that ever happening is as great as Dumbledore shaving his beard—not in a million years."

With a slight chuckle, Regulus left the room then, leaving Sirius to rest after the strenuous exercise he had completed.

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Sirius couldn't calm down until he made sure that Regulus had left the country.

Once that was done, he felt the freedom to hunt down the Death Eaters. Over the period, he had already collected enough details and specific locations of the Death Eaters. It was time to terrorize the terrorists.

He quickly packed his bags and took a quick passage through illegal portkeys deep into northern Europe, arriving in Norway. From there, he grabbed his broom and flew in the cold, harsh wind.

Nothing deterred him, however, and soon enough, he reached a small village close to Durmstrang Institute. Arriving with his facial features magically altered, he tried his best to keep a low profile and observe everything.

He didn't know much about Durmstrang but knew enough that one of the professors teaching there was a Death Eater named Karkaroff. Of course, Sirius knew he couldn't just infiltrate the school, so he had to lay a trap and wait there.

The trap was straightforward—a runaway dragon from the nearest dragon reserve. And just so it happens, the dragon flew straight towards Durmstrang Institute. The job was hard, but annoying the dragon was easy while staying hidden under a disillusionment charm.

Soon enough, the bells of the Durmstrang Institute started ringing. All the students were rushed into the school, and the teachers came out to deal with the situation. The teachers themselves lured the dragon away to keep the school's building safe.

Ultimately, the Headmaster of Drumstrang and other teachers tried to capture the dragon without killing it on a frozen lake. But Sirius stayed hidden until the dragon was captured, slowly making his way closer to them as they were only focused on the creature.

"Professor Karkaroff, reach from the left!"

There he is! Sirius finally had a marker on the man's head. One move to end it.

Sirius waited for the perfect moment. The group of professors had already subdued the dragon using the Conjunctivitis Curse. They tied it neatly by all its limbs and the wings using thick steel chains.

"The people from the reserve will soon arrive. We will keep the dragon subdued until then," the old man, perhaps the headmaster of the school, ordered.

Ignoring all that, Sirius approached behind Karkaroff and whipped out his wand. With no mercy at all, under his breath, he shot the killing curse, shooting a blinding flash of green light.

Thud!

Karkaroff fell like a log, dead. That maneuver exposed Sirius at the same time, and every Drumstrang professor's wand swiftly pointed at him. He knew it was foolish to fight there since he only wanted the Death Eaters dead.

He raised both his arms up in surrender. "I'm Sirius Black!"

So they know me. He noticed the change in facial expressions.

"This man that I killed is Igor Karkaroff, a Death Eater. One of the core members of the Dark Lord, Voldemort!" Sirius added and looked down at Igor's body. "Check his inner left forearm, and you'll find the Dark Mark there."

The old man, likely the Headmaster, moved carefully to Igor's body, magically removed the coat, and then removed the sleeves from the dead body. Right there, the Dark Mark was very much visible.

"So it seems." The old man looked at Sirius. "But you entered a different magical jurisdiction than your own. This cannot be overlooked. You killed a man without a sanctioned warrant and used the forbidd—"

"Three hundred and counting!" Sirius replied, his voice taking a cold and almost threatening tone. "That's how many wizards and witches Voldemort and his lot have killed. And mark my words, he's got a thirst for more blood, not just in our world, but amongst Muggles too. You want to talk about jurisdiction while Voldemort's running rampant across Europe, leaving a trail of death in his wake? Are you sure you can handle being publicly known to have a Professor who's the Dark Lord's stooge?"

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Nothing. I shall leave since my work is done. I only wish to end the Dark Lord and his murderous order of Death Eaters." Sirius stepped back, lifting Igor's dead body. "I'm sure you don't want this incident in tomorrow's Daily Prophet—a Death Eater, lurking in a prestigious wizarding school, poisoning young minds toward the dark arts—how many will question if Durmstrang harbors sympathies for blood purists?"

"Sirius Black! Do not—"

Sirius interrupted the old man. "Think with your head for once, and I say it to all of you. Our wizarding governments and all the international wizarding organizations have failed to quell these Dark Lords from rising—such inefficiency brought us Grindelwald, and the same has brought us Voldemort."

With that, Sirius moved further away from them, giving them a serious look.

He simply gave a nod to the Headmaster before apparating away to the Portkey's location; Leaving behind an old man and a few professors deeply pondering the state of magical society.

"Forget it, and never speak of this again." The Headmaster waved and focused on the dragon. "It's their nuisance. I shall speak with Dumbledore later."

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Sirius arrived back at 12 Grimmauld Place with Karkaroff's dead body. There, he quickly called for Alastor Moody and Dumbledore, wanting to clear things out before any misunderstanding could arise.

"Killing curse?" Moody sneered as soon as he checked the dead body.

Sirius scoffed at that. "You wanted me to duel him and let the faculty of Durmstrang join in to save him? He's a Death Eater, and that's all that matters."

Dumbledore remained silent throughout, his piercing gaze affirming Karkaroff's dark allegiance. "You have acted commendably, Sirius. But tread cautiously along this perilous road. Don't allow yourself to be consumed by its shadows."

Sirius nodded, not a very avid follower of Dumbledore anymore. In his eyes, the old man had failed at his job yet again. "I'll retire once this insanity is over."

"Join the Ministry," Moody suggested.

Sirius scoffed as if he had heard the biggest joke. "And play the obedient pet? I'll pass, thanks."

Moody sneered and grabbed the dead body. "Inform us next time before you go attacking again."

"And have the intelligence leaked? My trust in the Ministry is as high as Voldemort's sense of mercy. I'd rather go alone than be backstabbed," Sirius replied, not holding back his words one bit. "You know, Professor Dumbledore knows, and almost everyone knows—the Ministry is compromised, and the Dark Lord's spies are in there."

Moody glared at Sirius, starting to feel angry. "You know these spies?"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You'll know if one of them drops dead with a Dark Mark."

Thud!

Moody let go of the dead body and approached Sirius abruptly, aiming to teach him a lesson. "You have no authority to run around and murder at will. You're no better than them if yo—"

Sirius folded his arms, glaring back at Moody. "Oh, so our incompetent, gloriously failed Ministry is going to teach me about what's right and wrong? Blind your other eye too, Auror, if you can't even see the reality—Wizengamot is infested with the filthiest of blood supremacists. Your last two ministers have been voted out, and this third one—well, let's just say I'm not exactly witnessing a surge in competence."

"Calm!" Dumbledore interrupted their bickering, his voice loud without him roaring. "What truly matters is that we find unity in purpose. Sirius, do you place your trust in Alastor?"

"Him? I do."

"Then inform him, and only him, before you take any action against the Death Eaters," Dumbledore advised.

But Sirius shook his head. "I'm not sure. Won't he end up informing the rest of the Aurors? There could be spies hidden among them."

Dumbledore nodded and glanced at Moody. "In such times, you can only trust those who trust you with their life. Perhaps it is time for the Order to gather."

"Agreed." Sirius didn't object to that.

The old Headmaster nodded and proceeded to leave after that. They didn't have a Dark Mark-like spell to call all the members, after all. It was going to take time, and Sirius' home was chosen to be the headquarters until the end of the war.

Just two days later, the entire Order of the Phoenix gathered and discussed how to deal with the Dark Lord. Sirius, at the center of it all, avoided looking at Lily the entire time and focused only on the goal.

He briefed them about Death Eaters but didn't share the identities of the known ones. He still didn't fully trust all members of the Order.

Finally, as the meeting came to an end, a group picture was taken. Following that, Sirius let the members use the 12 Grimmauld Place to their liking, while he began to camp out in various places, hunting the Death Eaters down.

It wasn't easy since each time he killed one, the rest would cower and hide in an even deeper hole. The Dark Lord could do nothing but seethe, seeing his grand army slowly being reduced to hunted, dead rats.

After Karkaroff, the Carrow siblings fell, confirmed Death Eaters. Following that, Sirius began looking out for Lucius Malfoy, knowing very well he was a Death Eater and one of the hurdles blocking him from saving Narcissa.

However, a year passed in his hunt, and the middle of nineteen-eighty arrived. He found himself leaving his cover and approaching Malfoy Manor straightforwardly through the front doors, donned in a fresh set of clothes, his hair combed neatly.

Knock! Knock!

The door of the Malfoy manor opened, and a little house elf peeked out, looking up. "Yes?"

"Tell your master, Sirius Black has come to see Narcissa and her newborn son," Sirius ordered, holding a gift-wrapped box. "Quick."

The little house elf flinched and rushed back into the house. A few moments later, the door opened, and there stood Narcissa, dressed in a single-piece, gray maternity gown reaching her ankles, gently tied around her shapely waist.

"Cissy," He whispered her name with a big smile. Her face seemed somehow even more charming now, with a strange glow. Her blonde locks were tied in a loose bun, and her blue eyes were sparkling.

She looked almost the same other than a hint of extra flesh in perfect places, breasts bigger, hips wider, but none of that took away the charm of her beauty.

"S-Sirius…" Narcissa muttered, hiding the smile from forming on her lips. She glanced back in the house for once, and then back at Sirius. "Y-You here…"

"What? I can't come to see the little one?" Sirius asked and stepped dangerously close to her, their bodies merely an inch apart from touching. That made Narcissa step back on her own, letting him in.

As if he owned the place, Sirius walked deeper into the mansion, walking towards what he guessed was the large living hall. The fireplace was lit, and gentle music was playing in the background.

"There it is." Sirius finally noticed a cradle a little away from the fire, being swayed by the house elf. He didn't wait and approached to look, finding a little blonde boy, eyes closed and cheeks chubby. "What's his name?"

"D-Draco Malfoy."

Sirius nodded, placing the gift he had brought beside the cradle. "Where is Lucius?"

"Watching you!"

Sirius looked behind, and there appeared the long-haired, proud man in his overdressed persona. Entering through the hallway, he took a seat on the main armchair, sitting cross-legged, his cane in hand.

"Do you truly not fear us, you blood traitor..."

Sirius smirked and strolled towards Lucius, standing close enough that the man had to look up at him. "Is that how you calm your heart? Lying to yourself? Ah, I've lost track of how many Death Eaters I've killed by now."

Lucius maintained his proud persona. "The Dark Lord won't let you go."

"What about you?" Sirius inquired, his tone laced with mockery as he smirked. "Should I add your name to the list of Death Eaters I've ended? I'm yet to see your Dark Lord saving any of you, honestly. Such an incompetent, inhuman pest he is—for someone dreaming of ruling the world, he can't even defeat me."

"Inhuman? What does that make you, an unkillable man?"

"And there lies your answer." Sirius stepped back. "Unkillable, and that's why your Dark Lord's end is all but guaranteed. As for you, and your little cockroach friends—Azkaban sounds like a fine place to be."

Sirius approached the cradle and gazed down at little Draco. "Fear not, I'll be a proper uncle and educate him in the ways of magic, as well as enlighten him about the monstrous nature of his father—a betrayer of all humanity."

Despite being mocked and insulted, not once did Lucius take out his wand. He knew very well he couldn't win against him. He had seen the massacre at that hideout before. Killing curses were useless to him.

"Why have you come here?" Lucius asked. "If it is to get me, I accept a duel."

"Not today. I came to see my dear nephew and Narcissa today," Sirius said, glancing fondly at Narcissa. "For you, I'll visit again very soon."

Narcissa saw her husband gritting his teeth, holding his rage back. She stepped forward to calm things down and caught Sirius by his arm. "Let's speak elsewhere, Sirius… L-Let Draco sleep here. Dobby, pour wine for my husband."

"Dobby understands, Mistress."

Narcissa didn't wait a moment more and pulled Sirius away, straight into the sizable kitchen of the mansion. She pushed him in and then shut the door, locking it. Her breath was already heavy, and her eyes tensed as she turned to Sirius. "Why must you do this, Sirius?"

"What? Go after Lucius?"

"No! Why come here?!"

"So you don't mind if I go after Lucius?" Sirius asked back, smirking a little. "I came to see you and Draco. Narcissa—I swear in the name of… myself."

Narcissa held herself from chuckling. She knew the only person Sirius loved more than himself was himself. He had nobody's name to swear by. "Then you must leave quickly. He may have alerted the other Death Eaters and the... Dark Lord."

"Come on, Cissy." Sirius approached her, gently taking hold of her hand. "Is this what I get after finally seeing you after more than a year? Don't you want to leave? Come with me, away from this place? Live in 12 Grimmauld Place with me."

There was a flicker of longing in Narcissa's eyes as she gazed up at him, her delicate fingers gently caressing the side of his face. "You know my answer, Sirius," she murmured, her voice tinged with regret.

"I can't... I am a Malfoy now, and this is my home. I have a son to consider... a family that binds me."

"A family that will get you killed," Sirius replied, placing both his hands on the middle of her curvy waist, where her maternity gown was tied. "Lucius will spell doom for you and Draco, Cissy. I… I'll take care of him and the Dark Lord soon enough, but I don't want to leave you under a sword that can fall on you at any moment."

Narcissa caught the sides of Sirius' face with both her soft palms, rubbing his stubble beard. She noticed his genuine concern for her, and she truly felt like agreeing with him. "The wizarding Britain will laugh at me, Sirius. To leave my marital home while Lucius is still here… I can't bear the thought of Draco being subjected to ridicule."

Sirius sighed, understanding her perspective at the same time. Then I just have to kill him?

Feeling her frustration, he pulled her in and embraced her against his chest, his arms tightening around her waist. His lips were close to her ears, and he whispered, "Don't worry, Cissy. I'll take care of it all soon enough. You will soon be able to live with me, and Draco will have the greatest childhood a child can dream of, much better than ours."

"Hah," she chortled, leaning into his chest. "That's hardly a lofty benchmark to surpass."

"Damned be our ancestors," he replied, and softly lowered his face onto hers, receiving her soft, thin lips against his. He closed his eyes as soon as they made contact. Silky sensations and goosebumps all over their skin, the two held each other tightly, relishing the warmth and care they both longed for.

Sipping in the smooth breaths from each other, their lips danced on each other, faces swaying left and right, his hands taking the luxury to slide down behind and reach her ripe bottom cheeks, squeezing them hard and pulling her in deeper.

"Um…" Narcissa moaned on his lips, taking the first step and invading his inviting mouth, sliding between his parted lips.

Sirius welcomed the sweet invasion, reacting to her hot tongue and coiling with it. Oh, how much I missed this. Still as perfect as ever.

Her aristocratic features, her noble personality—it was utterly hot and exciting to see it all melting, turning her into a shy lover. Lacking any of her usual pearl necklace of expensive earrings, she looked like a simple homemaker.

"I-I should leave. Lucius is just outside." Sirius had to break the kiss and move his face away. "I'm afraid I can't stop if we continue."

"Did I tell you to stop?" Narcissa didn't seem very satisfied, however. A tinge of fear was visible in her eyes, but the lust and need overcame. Gripping Sirius' hand, she dragged him towards the kitchen counter. Reaching there, she slid her hips backward on it and pulled Sirius between her parted legs.

"Are you sure?" Sirius asked, his cock swollen to fullness, his eyes refusing to move away from her enchanting, beautiful face. His hands trailed the sides of her legs.

Narcissa gulped and nodded, removing her wand hidden in her gown and swinging it to suppress their noise. "W-We can have a moment… But be quick."

She needs me? Sirius saw her lust and greed for him. Who am I to deny?

"A quick one… yes." He repeated her desire.

Wasting no time, Sirius quickly unbuckled his pants and lowered them, followed by his underwear. His cock was already full mast; he didn't waste time focusing on Narcissa's clothes. Her smooth, fleshy legs, he trailed up over them and raised her long maternity gown.

Taking it all the way to her waist, he finally gazed at her white panties, tightly clenched on her core, a small tint of dampness already visible at the junction. She was ready for him, and he couldn't hold himself back.

Post-pregnancy Narcissa had only gotten more curvy, and he wasted no chance to touch and clench her flesh. He stepped forward between her legs, reached behind her with both hands, and tugged on the waistband of her panties.

"Raise a little." He pulled her panties off her legs. Right away, his eyes claimed the view of her sweet petals, this time accompanied by a modest bush of honey-blonde pubes.

"D-Don't look." Narcissa embarrassingly looked to her right, not matching his gaze that was focused on her exposed lower lips. She felt ugly somehow, feeling her body had become undesirable after giving birth.

Yet, Sirius didn't think that way and swiftly leaned forward with his cockhead stroking her almost soaking slit. She felt his striking gaze on her face, and she looked back at him.

"Should I put in?" He asked mischievously.

"Hmm…" Narcissa nodded, her lips pressed tight.

But Sirius didn't move. "Say it, Cissy… What do you want?"

"P-Put it… in."

"Where?" He asked.

Finally, she couldn't take the teasing anymore. "In my slit!"

Sirius leaned more, and probed in, spreading her noble pussy with his girth, just the knob, however. He reached in for a kiss on her lips first, having seen her insecurities. She was clearly not expecting anyone doing this to her, hence the unshaven look.

Lucius isn't fucking her every day? What a waste of space and air that man is. Sirius seriously couldn't comprehend how someone who shared a bed with this beauty wouldn't plunder her every single night.

"Just a little more and…" Sirius kissed her again softly and broke it away. "I'll do you every single day, all you want."

Narcissa's face turned pink in embarrassment. She knew Sirius was shameless, but he had never been this shameless with her. Yet, she smiled somehow and, for the first time, accepted his little funny comment. "I can't wait—ummm…"

With that, Sirius locked his lips tight with her, keeping her from moaning as his cock speared deep with easy thrusts. He could feel she wasn't as tight as she once used to be, but he didn't love it any less. Narcissa was his, and that was all that mattered.

"Unggggh!" She groaned and moaned, her pussy filled with his girthy cock, while her mouth filled with his ravaging tongue. She tried her best to keep quiet, and he helped her the most by suppressing her tongue.

Back and forth, Sirius thrust fast and deep, not having enough time to truly pleasure this lovable cousin of his. Did it sound wrong? Not at all; this was utterly normal in the pureblood community, and he never cared about such things.

With sweet lips, her taste, a fresh breath of air. Sirius felt truly relaxed with her, his pent-up frustrations chasing Death Eaters melting as swiftly as his cock drove into her, turning her slippery slit into a heated core, oozing nothing but love juices.

"Yes…" She mumbled under her breath, continuing to gaze at Sirius's face as his plunging thrusts filled her to the brim. She felt every inch of his fat cock spreading her, reaching the depth that had remained lonely for so long. His cock just felt right, dipping to the hilt. She never knew how much she missed this sensation.

"Hn…" Sirius maintained his pace, finding her tight clenches heavenly, the heat otherworldly. But he wanted more, and embedded himself deep before taking a very short pause. His gaze set on her breasts, which had grown in size.

It being a maternity gown, Sirius quickly untied the string keeping the gown tight around her waist. As soon as he removed the knot, the entire gown opened up at the front, giving him a pleasing view from her filled pussy to the throbbing belly, and finally, her milky breasts the size greater than what his palms could hold.

Already having felt wet spots on her gown, he noticed the glaze on the darker pink nipples, and the wide areolas. She certainly had changed, but he didn't hate it. "Beautiful…"

"Umh!" Narcissa felt ashamed and moved her hips on her own, earning faint little brushes of his cock inside of her salivating core.

Sirius smiled and quickly filled her mouth with three of his fingers, and began pumping into her core like he owned her, and perhaps he really did at that point—her heart, her body, her magic, and her love.

"Umm…" Narcissa couldn't hold herself anymore. As soon as Sirius cupped her breast and suckled on one of them, her entire body jolted in insane pleasure. She quivered uncontrollably, her pussy throbbing around his pumping flesh.

Sirius couldn't care less at that point and drew the creamy nectar from her maternal bosom, each of her breasts a delight of taste and arouse. He thoroughly admired and savored the button-like nipples.

The sprays of milk reminded Sirius of his time with Molly. Yet, that was that, and this was this—Narcissa was far more exciting, tasty, and tight. His cock knew no bounds anymore, his bodily and mental arousal reaching their peak, the itchy tickle already rising between his legs.

"Ooooo—" Narcissa abruptly moaned too loud, but she stopped it with her own palm pressed on her lips. That gave both of Sirius' hands freedom, and they started to knead her nectar-filled breasts.

Squeezed together, Sirius felt the warmth of them with his face planted between. But next, he smushed them together and greedily suckled both the tight nipples at the same time, drawing her nectar like nothing else, throwing the beautiful blonde into a frenzy of convulsions, her tight walls squeezing with each squelching echo.

"Hmmm…" Sirius suckled a mouthful of her milk and finally released her reddened, swollen breasts.

Still fondling her breasts between them, they leaked between his fingers and all over his palms, sticky and squelching. But, with no care at all, like a new game and hunger for pleasure, he slammed his lips back on Narcissa's.

Narcissa's eyes went wide when she felt a hot, watery sensation filling her mouth, oozing out of Sirius' lips. She quickly realized what it was, and found it utterly, madly hot. Her tongue swished inside him, mixing their saliva into it. She gulped down everything he gave her, ignoring the few dips rolling down the corners of their mouths towards her smooth, pale neck.

Both her arms hugged his neck and pulled him in harder, clamping his hips between her legs, drawing his cock in deeper.

"Ummmh… Siriu-hussh~" She moaned, both their lips locked and tongues sweeping, swirling inside one another's heat.

Sirius stopped fondling her and caught her by her waist with one arm, and the other went behind her head, easily untying her long golden hair. His eyes open, he loved the view of this mature beauty, everything about her was just perfect—and god, her pussy.

"Ha… I'm about to… Cissy." He warned her in whispers, their milky white sticky drool leaked between them in doing so. Long sticky strands fell on her breasts, and some on his thrusting cock.

Narcissa locked her legs tighter behind him in reply, and leaned back, pulling Sirius to lean over, letting him ground his cock deep until she felt she couldn't take any more of him. Her love for his shaft only grew from there as she once again dug into his mouth to taste her own hot nectar, stifling her moans.

Their mingling, agonizing breaths gave rise to their mutual release. Narcissa, plastering her mouth on him, hummed crazily, her pussy clenched like an airtight seal on his cock. Her hips shook underneath Sirius' cock, and with that, her release erupted in a mix of ecstasy and passion.

Her eyes clenched shut, she kept Sirius tightly hugged against her body, holding him tight on her pussy with her legs. She let him drive in and out with an animalistic urge, almost raising her body and slamming it back down with each pump, reaching deeper than she ever thought possible.

She felt it, and Sirius felt it too.

His cock twitched like no tomorrow, and like a bursting fountain, burst with waves after waves of cream, pure euphoria taking over with his body losing all its strength.

After the first blasting pump of his seeds, soon followed dozens of calming, smaller thrusts, spilling virile cream and coating her white, much of it leaking out with his continuous moves, only for it all to end when he drew a long, harsh breath above her face.

Narcissa just smiled unknowingly, feeling the slimy, gooey texture deep in her slit, slowly dribbling out. Fulfilled and satisfied, she felt content with it all, despite knowing she wanted more.

The two remained in that position for a long moment, their eyes fixed, Narcissa's legs locked around him while both his palms held her voluptuous bosom again, turning the already sticky slime into a soaked mess with her delicious nectar.

Aye, Lucius deserves to die. Sirius thought, gazing at her insanely arousing face, the blush after sex, and her long hair. If he won't, I'll cherish her. It's what she deserves.

"Sirius…" Narcissa finally relaxed her legs and put them down, standing back up, yet keeping Sirius pressed against her chest. Her lips aimed for his, for one last time, a short, sticky, wet kiss that she wanted to engrave in her thoughts. "Go now…"

Sirius looked into her eyes for a while and finally pecked on her forehead. But as soon as he stepped back, and looked at her entire naked body with the gown wide open from the front, he felt a twitch in his cock again.

No, it's risky. He reminded himself and picked up his pants at last.

Meanwhile, Narcissa used some tissues to wipe herself clean, tie her hair, and finally dry her gown since her breasts had drenched it. Then, at last, she swung her wand and readied some tea.

When they both walked out of the kitchen, Narcissa held the tea set in her hands, as if she were preparing it in the kitchen while speaking with Sirius.

"I'll see you later, Cissy." Sirius headed to the door.

Narcissa nodded, glancing at her husband. "You should have drank the tea before leav—"

"No need." Lucius barked. "Traitors are not welcome in my home."

"If there was a potion for smarts, you'd have needed a thousand cauldrons, Lucius." Sirius sighed, chuckling as he left. "Be safe, and keep them safe. Your pest of a master is an unhinged lunatic; Allies or not, all suffer."

Finally, Sirius opened the main door, and saw Narcissa standing alone far back in the hallway, waving at him secretly, her eyes tearful.

That look on her face pulled a few heartstrings for Sirius. He felt like going in there, murdering Lucius, and taking Narcissa and Malfoy away. But, he clenched his palms and waved back before apparating away.

This was not the right time to deal with Lucius.

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Much calmer and clearer-headed thanks to Narcissa, Sirius arrived in Diagon Alley right after leaving Malfoy Mansion. From there, he took a few turns and entered Knockturn Alley, the darker side of the magical market.

"S-Sirius Black!"

"My liege!"

"Please, you may go first."

"Make way!"

Sirius did nothing. From the moment all the dwellers of Knockturn Alley laid their eyes on him, they began cowering in fear or bootlicking. They followed him until he pointed his wand at them, and a select few even fainted on the spot when he almost brushed against them in the tight alleys.

Sirius was in search of a special shop. He needed to buy the nastiest cursed traps known to wizardkind and knew someone must have them there.

So many homeless wizards here. Sirius noted the increased crowd there. It wasn't normal at all.

"Hey!"

Tug!

All of a sudden, just as Sirius was passing by a homeless witch sitting by a wall, he felt his hand caught by her, his whole body pulled down towards her. He almost fell and crouched down to save himself.

Pat!

The woman slammed her palm on Sirius' forehead, revealing her old, wrinkly, ugly features, her dirty gray hair sprinkled all over her head and face, her hands as thin as a stick.

However, Sirius recognized that face and froze right then and there. "T-The oracle!"

The woman who had started everything. The one that had warned him of his incoming death. This was it.

"Fated is this meeting, the faces of the days gone. Beware, beware, be warned, young one, the enemies lay close, the evil's pawn," the old witch said, her voice sharp and painful to hear, each of her words engraved in Sirius' memory. "Foolish boy, you care for those in your relation, but when will you save the next generation—he-he-he~"

Woosh!

As the words ended, the old witch blew a strange white powder on Sirius' face. Her sharp laughter grew distant, and Sirius found himself unable to focus. Her words rang again and again until he finally jolted out of the trance.

He jumped up to his feet, and everything was back to normal.

But the Oracle was nowhere to be seen.

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Long gone the dreams of his death, not the new words from that mysterious oracle stormed inside Sirius' head. Days went by as he tried to find meaning in them, and just a month after Draco's birth and Sirius' 'fortunate' meeting with Narcissa, Sirius had to come out of his hunt.

On the last day of July, a boy was born in a modest home at Godric's Hollow. Lily Potter gave birth to Harry James Potter, ushering the small family into a flurry of delights.

However, Sirius refused to go and meet them in person, afraid that he'd end up breaking his promise to Lily. What had happened in the past, he hoped to leave it there. James was still his friend, and he didn't have the heart to be that vil to him.

But he still decided to send some gifts for Harry Potter. He couldn't be there at the birth, but James had still named him as godfather with Lily's agreement.

'Brooms?' Sirius wondered what to gift. He had no idea what newborn children would even like. So, he headed straight to the woman who he knew had the most experience raising children—Molly Weasley.

However, to Sirius' amusement, the woman held yet another newborn in her arms, born in May, which meant he'd be in the same generation as Harry.

"Congratulations?" Sirius amusedly said, taking a seat on the couch in the sitting area. The Burrow, as the home of the Weasleys was called, still looked dilapidated from the outside, but inside it was far more homely and renovated, all thanks to Sirius' help over the years.

"I know, I know. No need to look at me like that." Molly chuckled, her body was ripe and full, her face aging but not yet past her charming days. "Blame Arthur. He wants a daughter, and won't stop unless he has one."

Sirius chuckled, sipping some tea. "The Ministry should honestly reward you two for single-handedly repopulating wizarding Britain."

"Hah." Molly chuckled and sat beside him, close enough that her fleshy wide hips squeezed against his side. "So, what brings you here today? Is it to… continue the tradition?"

Sirius coughed, immediately understanding what she meant. For the last three years, every time Molly had given birth, he had shagged her a month or two later. It was like an unspoken ritual between them at this point.

She's not bad… yet. Sirius checked her out. She had definitely gained size, but it wasn't unsightly. Her frame just seemed overall a notch larger, with her breasts even more voluptuous. He couldn't see much in that loose maternity gown, but he could imagine plenty.

Wouldn't mind tasting her again… Ah, wait, am I turning into a weird pervert? I did it with Narcissa too.

"Ehm… Well…" Sirius cleared his throat. "Maybe later, but I came to ask you what I should gift Lily and James. They just had a son, and I'm clueless about what a newborn would even like."

"I assure you, Sirius. No matter what you'd give, a newborn's only cherished treasure is his mother's tits," Molly jokingly replied.

Sirius almost sprayed the tea when he heard her. Molly was growing more and more frank as the time went by. She used to be far more conservative the first time he had met her back then.

"Not just newborn, I assure you," Sirius replied, gazing at her sizable globes like a hungry wolf, or in his case dog.

"Oh?" Molly giggled, sizing up Sirius like he was a delicious candy bar. The man may not be broad and muscled, but he had his charms with those black shoulder-length hair, tattoos all over, stubble beard, black jacket, and pants. He looked like someone's hidden desire, something taboo.

"Uwaaaa!"

"Ah, don't cry, Ron. Look, Sirius is here." Molly quickly started swaying the baby in her arms to stop his cry. "This won't do. Follow me upstairs, Sirius."

"Sure." Sirius got up and followed Molly behind. He was certain her hips were shaking more than ever before, her gown was raised from behind, showcasing her curves. She's doing it on purpose.

Soon, Molly pushed open the door and entered a bedroom. It was sizable with a study table at one end, a king-sized bed between two windows, and a large cupboard. Not far from the bed's edge was a cradle.

Is it her and Arthur's room? He was sure this was the place.

"Where is everyone?" Sirius inquired.

"Arthur took them out for a car ride. They were being too loud," Molly replied and sat down at the edge of the bed, Ron still in her arms. Then, she shifted backward and rested against the headboard of the bed, her legs straight. "Don't mind me, please. He's hungry."

Without hesitation, Molly untied her maternity gown from around her bosom and flipped it all open. Both her jutting, large breasts plopped out, jiggling naked to Sirius' eyes. Lush, round, not at all sagging, they were beautiful, the largest ever Sirius had seen.

"Here, love." Molly aimed the baby's mouth at her tight, perky brown nipple, swollen as if ready to sprinkle some nectar. "Hmm…"

Sirius just stood there in awe of Molly's seductive shamelessness. Dammit, even I feel hungry now.

Molly suddenly looked at him, a smirk formed on her lips, and her brown eyes matched his. "See, this is what a baby wants the most. Perhaps you should give his parents something instead. While I'm sure the Potters don't lack gold, anything you'd give counts."

"Such as?" Sirius inquired, staring at her other free breast, round and shaking as if calling for him.

"Hmm, a cradle? Diapers? Anything that may help raise a child? Let me tell you, handling the firstborn is always the hardest. Everything is new." Molly advised and finished feeding the newborn. With the baby asleep, she quickly put him in the cradle and then returned to her bed.

Her back rested against the headboard, her legs straight. She didn't cover her breasts with her gown anymore and merely looked at Sirius with a sensual smirk. "Hungry?"

Bloody hell. Sirius took off his jacket, slid his heels off his boots, and crawled onto the bed. "Very."

Sirius didn't care that she wasn't some renowned beauty. Her body was still one fine piece of art, and being able to cherish it was a blessing. As he got closer to her, he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, and then unbuttoned his shirt but didn't remove it.

"Ummmph!" Molly moaned as Sirius' claws grasped both her sensitive swells with hunger, squeezing them until his fingers sank into her flesh, and her pebbled tips began leaking.

"Merlin's fuck!" Sirius cursed, the softness of her breasts was otherworldly. It awakened a hungry beast inside him and he couldn't help but slam his face into her cleavage, folding and squeezing her breasts around his face.

"Aaaah… Yes~" Molly glistened her lips with her tongue and threw her head back, loving the attention from the man. Her legs spread wide with his weight in between, she couldn't help getting hot.

Sirius finally pulled his face away, as the scent of her feminine nectar was too strong that close. He gulped and inched his lips closer to her nipples. "Fertile, fleshy, homely, and… lecherous—You're the perfect witch wife, Molly… Um…"

Sirius sealed the deal by locking his lips on her breast, sucking her hard as if his life depended on it. Playfully, he bit her with his teeth, thrilling her to arousal, all the while drawing her sweet sweet nectar.

Fucking hell! I'm so hard. Sirius felt his cock straining in his underwear. So he freed it quickly using one hand, lowering it and removing it from his feet.

"Aaaah!" Molly gasped when Sirius abruptly held her sides and slid her down on the bed to lie straight. Right after, the hungry Lord Black slammed his naked cock between her legs, grounding himself on her still-covered entrance.

All the while, his mouth never stopped giving his utmost attention to her heavenly breasts, alternating between them to suckle them dry. So hot, so wet, and so taboo, both of them couldn't help but feel the excitement.

Panting, Molly wanted more and quick. With her free hand, she untied the second knot of her maternity gown, loosening it. That was the cue for Sirius as he quickly spread her gown open, leaving her entire front naked.

Yet, there were also her panties. But they didn't last long as Sirius hurriedly lowered them, with his own feet, removing it all the way.

"Ohhh… Yes~ Put it in, Sirius! Put it in!" Molly felt his heated cock on her dripping pussy. She knew she no longer was tight for a man like Sirius, but just feeling him inside was enough for her pleasure.

"Hmm…" Sirius stopped suckling her breasts and spread his knees further under her hips, grounding his cock in long strokes. Leaning forward, he made Molly's back arch, hips raised up, both her legs dangling above his shoulders on the sides—Mating press; Sirius remembered the position was called from the book he read.

But somewhere in his heart, he felt doubt and looked around at the room, and at the bed. It was Molly's marital bed. "Are you sure?"

"Oh!" Hungry for a cock inside, Molly scoffed. "Arthur only knows how to breed. I've only had sex with him four times in the past four years! He doesn't know how to—aaaaah!"

Sirius had enough and drove straight in with a plowing thrust, spreading Molly's pussy apart. Not tight to his liking, but his sizable cock ensured he still felt her clamping walls.

"Fuck!" Molly cried out. Was it the continuation of her words, or an exclamation? It didn't matter.

"Ugh!" Sirius leaned down further, resting his palms beside Molly's face as he vertically drove down his cock, plowing into her. Her back arched further, both her knees now squeezed her wondrous breasts together, jolting wildly with each plunging thrust.

"So you… Want a… good fuck?!"

"Yes, yes, yesss~" Molly gasped, panted, feeling herself stretched in ways she didn't know was possible. The sensitivity all over her skin increased, and her pale skin turned ripe red. Her cunt longed for each shove of his manly cock, each kiss he made to her cervix was a welcome plunder. "Ooooh~ G-Go-oh all the way… All of it!"

Sirius did just that. Unlike most other women, he had no feelings of romance or care for Molly. His only relationship with her was that of sexual pleasure, and that was exactly what he drew from her.

Plap! Plap!

His cock, balls deep, squeezed in every inch that it could. In no time Molly came, her eyes went wide, and her hot release coated his cock even more, filling the house in nasty squelches and the musky scent of their beastly sex.

"I'm close," Sirius warned. He never planned on doing Molly when he came to the Burrow anyway, nor was he planning on staying there for long. There were plenty of Death Eaters to kill.

Right in that mating press, Sirius started to pump in and out with his full length. Retreating to the tip and diving back in until his balls slapped against her ass below. The wondrous sensations, the thrill of it all drove him to the edge.

He looked down at Molly's flustered face, her soaking breasts jiggling for him to take. Her creamy thick legs pressed up tightly.

"Ooooh, mmm… Go ahead… Yess~" Molly struggled with each thrust.

"Aah!" Sirius slammed his cock with an insane thrust, jolting her entire body up. His cock rammed all the way in, his balls twitched with the blissful release that sprinkled out strands of his own white nectar.

Finally, he relaxed and let both her legs fall back down. However, his cock still rested squeezed in, twitching to the last moment of that release. But Sirius fell forward and groped her breasts again, quenching his exhaustion with her nectar, coating his dry lips.

"Hmmmm… This!" Molly moaned still, letting out a delayed climax, clenching her inner, rosy walls tight around his still-hard cock. "This is what I wanted!"

Sirius hummed, busy with her breasts, both of them cupped between his palms while Molly combed his raven hair between her fingers.

"I guess… I'll have to wait for the next one to have this again?" She asked.

Sirius finally pulled back his face, taking himself out of her dripping slit too. The bed sheet was ruined, no doubt. But they were wizards and nothing mattered. "I'll be busy hunting down the Death Eaters. But… You can hit me up whenever you want 'it'. If not the Ministry, then let this lowly Lord Black reward you."

"Heh…" Molly chuckled, still panting, unashamedly lying naked on the bed. Relaxed, wet between her legs, coated with her milk all over her front. This dirty and hot sensation, she longed for it. "I'll remember that, Sirius."

Finally, Sirius got off the bed and donned his clothes again.

Molly didn't move, however, and rested in the bed.

"I'll be on my way then." Sirius approached her and gave her full, leaking breasts a few fondles. "I'll miss them."

"The door's always open," she cheekily replied.

"Tempted," Sirius remarked and moved to the door. "Take care."

Snap!

Sirius vanished with apparition and arrived in London. Specifically, he was looking for a shop that sold things for newborns. It wasn't easy to find since his knowledge about the muggle world was limited to a few bars, nightclubs, hotels, and restaurants.

Still, after asking around and charming a few mothers walking with strollers, he reached the massive shopping complex. Being the only man there, he felt too many gazes on him. It appeared Molly wasn't the only one who had an unsatisfied life.

"Give me a year's supply of this, this, and these," Sirius ordered one of the shop clerks.

"..."

"H-How much?"

"Year's worth," Sirius replied. "Oh, make two packages. So, two years."

The clerk started to sweat, sizing up Sirius with confusion and suspicion. They didn't even have that much in stock. However, who was he to say no and mobilized all of the staff to grab all they could from the showcase and the storage.

By the end of the day, Sirius had two truckloads of diapers and other supplies. They had long expiry dates, so he knew he didn't foolishly waste it.

Right after he had all the things delivered to his house, he called the folks from Owl Post Office. He didn't even know if using owls to send all that was possible. In the end, the postal service decided to send the stuff in batches using multiple owls.

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Potter home, Goldric's Hollow.

Bam!

It was five in the morning and all of a sudden a loud thud resounded outside the house. James Potter got up with his wand at the ready and looked outside.

"Owls?!"

Bam!

Right then another group of owls landed with a massive package.

Bam!

Bam!

Soon, the huge packages started raining down. Lily woke up too and looked outside with confusion.

"That bastard!" James grunted. "There's only one crazy bastard I know who'd do this."

"Sirius?" Even Lily guessed it.

There was only one crazy bastard they both knew, after all. Who the hell goes around hunting the damn Death Eaters like rats? The entire Wizarding Britain had nicknamed Sirius a crazy bastard.

"When will it stop?!" James asked as the rain continued for more than ten minutes with no sign of stopping.

Bam!

Bam!

Simple to say, the couple had no sleep beyond that point. The sun rose in the sky and yet the damn packages continued to land. Heck, even as they ate morning breakfast they heard the loud thuds.

Soon, they found their entire house surrounded by those packages. By the end, both James and Lily had prepared letters with a thousand curses ready to be sent.

Just after the packages stopped dropping, a letter fell down from their house's chimney. Lily took it and opened it, but it started flying on its own—a howler, they recognized it.

"How was it? Did you like it? Your greatest, best, most beloved friend, Sirius Black has sent a year's supply for Harry. Take good care of him, feed him until he's a round fat chunky boy. I'm still busy hunting down those filthy Death Eaters, they hide even better than sewer rats. I'm sorry, I'll try to return very soon—Once again, Congratulations on becoming parents! I wish you good luck for a life of changing diapers—Bye~."

James and Lily tiredly looked at each other, then at the little bundle of joy resting in the cradle beside them. They just sighed, tore the letters they had written, and went to sleep. It was one chaotic morning, and somehow they found themselves dealing with not one but two babies.

Meanwhile, the scenes were almost similar but far more chaotic at the Burrow. The owls dropped a year's worth of supplies for Ron Weasley too. But the owls often mistakenly dropped the packages on Arthur's car, pounding its roof to a pulp.

It was like the end of the world with the Weasley family huddled in the hall and looking out of the window. When it all ended, they also received a howler. But Sirius was more dignified in this one and congratulated them for repopulating the wizarding Britain single-handedly.

With that, Sirius Black once again vanished into the shadows. His whereabouts were unknown, his disguises far too many. The only time he'd be mentioned again would be when a Death Eater's body was found.

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Somewhere in the Isle of Man.

"You thought you could hide from me?" Sirius stood in a standoff against none other than Rodolphus Lestrange, one of the core members of the Death Eaters. After tracking him for a year he finally located him in a small shack in the middle of nowhere.

Panting, bleeding from some places, Rodolphus couldn't defeat Sirius, even at the best of his abilities. "H-How are you still standing?! I struck you with the Killing Curse!"

"Oh, this?" Sirius chuckled, looking down at the gaping hole in his chest that was slowly being filled. "As you can see, I'm immortal."

"How?!"

Sirius scoffed. "As if I'd tell someone like you! You fucking sewer rat! Now just die and wait for your Dark Lord to join you soon—Aveda Ke—"

"I surrender!" Rodolphus shouted back, throwing his wand away. "Voldemort isn't even a pureblood!"

Sirius frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I meant what I said. Voldemort's real name is Tom Riddle. My father attended Hogwarts with him. He's a half-blood!" Rodolphus revealed, his manner frightened. "H-He's powerful, that's why so many of us follow him. We fear him, his ambitions!"

Sirius lowered his wand and walked towards Rodolphus. "Who else knows about his origins?"

"I-I don't know. Dumbledore should definitely know!" Rodolphus answered as he fell to his knees, defeated. "I don't wish to serve him, Sirius Black. I-I'm willing to join you and make an Unbreakable Vow!"

Sirius sighed and stood an arm's length away from Rodolphus. But he didn't approach him further and raised his wand at Rodolphus' head. "You thought I wouldn't know you're hiding a second wand? Avada Kedavra!"

Thud!

Rodolphus's body fell down face first, death came swiftly for him. Just as Sirius had guessed, he patted the man's back and found another wand hidden there. A wand that he recognized easily. "Bella's wand?"

It angered him to see Bella's wand being taken away from her. In rage, he looked down at Rodolphus' body and with malice, turned him over.

Woosh!

An electrifying spell jolted the dead body a little. In that instant, Sirius struck him with another spell, creating a hole in his chest. With his very hands, he dug out Rodolphus' heart and placed it into a small jar that he then stored in an expansion pouch.

Ten already? Time to visit Tibet again. Sirius sighed and took out a small metal key from his pocket. Then, he threw it on Rodolphus' dead body.

Woosh!

With that, the dead body vanished and instantly reappeared a sea away in the holding cell of the Ministry of Magic. The key itself was assigned to Sirius by the Ministry as a Portkey, so no laws were broken.

Finally, on his own, he apparated away and arrived in Paris. The crowded city had enough underground portkey operators. So through them, he made the long, but quick journey to the East—Africa, India, and then entering Tibet.

Through the ancient enchanted caves, he made his way back inside. The huge opening with countless jars stacked against the walls, floor to ceiling, presented themselves. Although most of them lay empty, the full ones—more than five thousand—held hearts.

One after another, Sirius placed ten Death Eaters' hearts he had recently pocketed. "And with this, ten more lives!"

Taking a deep breath, he stepped back a little and looked at the massive wall right before him. The cave was huge, and yet it looked even, like a hollow cube with soft and curvy edges. Each wall was at least fifty meters high, and fifty meters wide—each contained dozens of long racks with countless empty glass jars filled with unknown liquid.

And in front of Sirius was just one of those massive walls, and even there he hadn't filled one-tenth of the jars.

"How long will I live if I fill them all?" Sirius wondered, staring at the surroundings. It was frightening honestly. It wasn't just his age that had stopped, but also as a being, he had become unkillable.

At all times his body remained connected to that cave, to that complex of jars. Each time he died, his heart would explode and a new heart would appear in its place—a heart from the cave.

"How strong can I become with this?" Sirius wondered deeply, and chose to sit down. "Unless I choose to, I can never die… for thousands and thousands… for eternity."

At last, he looked down at his palms. At first, losing those hearts and his chest exploding used to hurt like a bitch. But now, he had gotten used to it and didn't even bother to protect himself against the Killing Curses.

"I… If Voldemort is a monster then… what am I?" He wondered. "Sage?"

No, he knew he was no sage. He held vices, lust, and desires that were immoral at times. He had hurt people dearly, wished to kill innocents, and laughed when his attempts were foiled.

He thought of Severus Snape. What would have happened if Snape had entered Shrieking Shack at that time and died?

Thud!

Sirius fell back on the stone floor. He had a treasure that nations would go to war to possess. Yet, here he was, wondering if he was worthy of it.

If this cave should even exist.

"Let's deal with Voldemort first." He decided. "Dumbledore has questions to answer and… Ah, Harry's already a year old. About time he meets his godfather."

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Jumping across continents, Sirius returned home. Still bloody from his battle with Rodolphus, he changed his attire at home and then quickly apparated to Godric's Hollow. He knew the street, so he strolled towards the Potter house.

"Wait!" Sirius soon found himself at the other edge of the village. "Where's the house?"

He turned around and walked back into the village. Walking around the street and even the alleyways, he couldn't find the darn thing. He knew the house was in that village, but no matter what he did he couldn't pinpoint it.

"This makes no sense! I sent them letters and gifts!" Sirius exclaimed, confused.

It was evening when he arrived, and he spent hours until midnight finding the house. Tired, he eventually stopped and understood something must have happened.

"Hidden? Could it be a Fidelius charm?" He pondered and decided to find the big boss himself. He had plenty of questions for him in any case.

Vanishing from the spot, he reached Hogwarts' gates and walked in normally. The school looked to be in a heightened state of security.

Did Voldemort make a move? Sirius wondered and walked into the school as if he owned it. Of course, he knew he was only able to do so because he was permitted to. Or else, even stepping beyond the gates would have alerted the whole school.

He headed straight to Dumbledore's office. To his surprise, he found the door already open and the old Headmaster sitting in his seat, waiting for him to enter.

"Where are they? Where are James and Lily?" Sirius questioned as soon as he entered the room.

"They are safe, Sirius. Take a seat," Dumbledore replied calmly.

But Sirius didn't sit. He didn't plan on having a long talk with him. "It's good that they're safe, but I want to know where they are. I'll protect them if they're in any danger."

"Even against Voldemort himself?" Dumbledore eyed him.

"No, not Voldemort." Sirius sneered instead. "Against Tom Riddle."

As if thunder had struck the room, leaving behind a moment of silence, Dumbledore froze right in his seat. His eyes widened at Sirius' revelation, or rather proclamation. "Rodolphus?"

"For how much longer were you planning on keeping this a secret? A half-blood masquerading as a pureblood and rallying those rats!" Sirius interrogated, his anger flaring up. "Your hands are soaked in the blood of every innocent they killed."

"Calm down, Sirius. Even if I had revealed it, they wouldn't have believed me. They're fanatics, too loyal," Dumbledore argued.

Sirius was having none of it. Although calm outside, his words held discontent. "You could have revealed it right at the start when Voldemort began his rise. But you waited for him to consolidate his power. Now I wonder if you're a secret Death Eater too! Behind that benevolent face, there's incompetence!"

"Young man, that's not how you speak to your Headmaster!"

Sirius looked behind at the wall and noticed a portrait of his ancestor, Headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black. "Old man, stay out of this. If you had sorted out the Black Family, we wouldn't be on the brink of extinction."

"..." Phineas Nigellus Black shut up after that.

"I ask you again. Where are the Potters?" Sirius asked.

"I can't tell you," Dumbledore answered, looking away from Sirius' gaze. "The Fidelius charm restricts me from sharing it. Only the secret keeper can… Remus is the secret keeper."

"Where is he?" Sirius asked further.

Dumbledore shook his head at that. "I can't share that. The matter has been taken care of, Sirius. By disrupting the process, you're putting the Potters in danger."

"What happened for them to need such security?" Sirius questioned and finally took a seat. "I hope you can enlighten me, Professor. That's the least you can do."

"A prophecy was made." Dumbledore started, "A prophecy about Harry Potter."

"Harry?!" Sirius frowned, his interest piqued.

"From what I and a select few have managed to decipher, the prophecy intimates that Harry will vanquish the Dark Lord—Born as the seventh month wanes—Born to those who have thrice defied him. There is a possibility that Voldemort may learn of this prophecy, or perhaps already knows. Hence, we have hidden the Potters for the time being." Dumbledore finished explaining and looked at Sirius dead in the eyes. "Remus went far North to protect the secret."

"Where in the North? I'll go and ask him to share the secret location with me." Sirius got up to hurry away.

"Leave this be, Sirius." Dumbledore requested. "The matter has been taken care of. The Dark Lord, even if he knows the prophecy, will never go after the Potters."

Sirius's brows creased together. "What? What do you mean?"

"We've sent protection to the Longbottoms," Dumbledore answered.

Sirius just remembered that Alice Longbottom also had a son almost at the same time as Lily. He remembered because he was close to her and he had sent gifts.

"You're planning on using the Longbottoms as diversions?" Sirius felt like cursing the old man. "I never thought I'd ever see this side of you, Professor. You're willing to wait for a baby to vanquish the Dark Lord because of some prophecy instead of raising your own wand to fight?"

"We have sent Aurors to protect the Longbottoms."

"And paint a bigger mark on their heads?!" Sirius saw through all that humble look on Dumbledore's face. "You!... You failed for the second time in your life, Professor. Better resign than act all wise and competent."

Sirius moved to the door to leave and find the Longbottoms. But just as he was about to leave, he looked behind. "How do you even sleep at night? Pinning all your hopes on a baby?"

Sirius noticed the crumbs of lemon cake and an empty teacup on the table. "How do you even relax and eat? While I'm there dealing with them for what they are—cockroaches!"

Bam!

The door slammed shut with a loud bang. Silence took over the headmaster's office, not even the portraits could say anything. All of them old and supposedly wise, couldn't see fault in Dumbledore's ways. Prophecies could not be ignored, they all agreed.

But the part about letting an innocent family suffer for the greater good—none of them felt much pleased.

Chapter Text

Sirius left the school and arrived outside the Longbottom's manor. It was late in the night and the sky had begun to show signs of an incoming storm. The wind blew hard, the thunder crackled at times.

All rooms still bright? This late? Sirius surveyed from the outside. If nothing was wrong, he didn't plan on going in. Where are the Aurors?

Quickly, he cast a disillusionment charm on himself and walked forward. With the storm suppressing his steps, he made quick strides and reached one of the windows without the curtains.

Not even a baby's cry?

Carefully he slid up the window and entered the mansion. Keeping his steps light, he walked around and made his way towards the large hall.

"N-No! Leave Neville alone! Aaaargh!"

"Alice?!" Sirius let go of any semblance of covertness and ran into the hall.

Wand out, he leaped right into the open space and assessed the situation midair. Alice and Frank on the floor, struggling like a fish out of water. Three Death Eaters were present in the room—Rabastan Lestrange, Bartemius Crouch Jr, and Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Crucio!" Sirius hit them with the same spell they were likely using on the couple.

The Death Eaters were quick and returned Killing Curses instead. In that reply, Sirius did the same and struck them with the Killing Curses.

Bam!

Sirius' chest abruptly exploded, carving a see-through hole in it. Yet, Sirius didn't stop and kept shooting attacks. His immortality took them by surprise, it always did. Soon enough, Bartemius Crouch Jnr was hit and died on the spot.

Sirius avoided hitting Bellatrix as she stood with the baby in her arms, and other reasons. His sole focus changed to Rabastan. "Go on, join your brother, won't you?"

Woosh!

The spells flung left and right. But Sirius was faster and deadlier for he didn't fear death. His movements were bizarre like a beast jumping left and right and dodging.

"Avada Kedavra!" Sirius finally hit the last Lestrange man, ending the god-forsaken bloodline and house. "You! Give the boy back to Alice!"

Bellatrix stood there in shock, taken aback by Sirius' threatening order. "Sirius… It's me, Bell—"

"You chose Voldemort over me." Sirius cut her off. "If you want me to show even an ounce of patience with you, hand the baby back!"

Bellatrix, eyes wild with fervor, thrust the baby into Neville's arms. In a swift gesture, she discarded her wand. "Even if I had desired to join you, Sirius, I couldn't. The Dark Lord… He commands total allegiance."

"Now? Even now?" Sirius asked her, wondering if there was still some of that sanity left in her mind. At the end of the day, his motivation had forever been to protect his leftover family.

Bellatrix shook her head, her lips quivering. As if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Unbreakable Vow?" Sirius asked her.

Bellatrix just nodded.

"Did you vow to the name 'Lord Voldemort'?" Sirius inquired.

Bellatrix once again nodded.

Sirius chuckled a little. "Then the Unbreakable Vow is nothing but a snake without fangs. Voldemort isn't his real name. His real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle! The vow is void from the beginning."

"Tom?" Bellatrix exclaimed.

"Marvolo?"

"Riddle?" Frank and Alice Longbottom repeated the other two words.

"Rodolphus confessed to me before dying. I asked Dumbledore, and he affirmed it. Tom was a student of Hogwarts decades ago, born to a witch and a muggle." Saying that, Sirius helped the Longbottoms up to their feet, making sure they weren't too injured.

"Dumbledore knew?" Frank questioned in disbelief.

"For a long, long time," Sirius replied and glanced at Bellatrix. "So, will you still return to your Lord? Or your family?"

Bellatrix let out a harsh breath and rubbed her face, moving away the curly dark locks of hair. She didn't look very good to begin with, almost on the brink of insanity. "Home… I want to… go home."

"Home it is," Sirius said and walked over to her, extending his hand. "Just a little more and soon Voldemort will be gone too."

"Thank you, Sirius." Frank approached him with his son in his arms. "For everything. I know that you're aware of the things so many wizards and witches say about you behind your back. They're ungrateful, blind—I'll never forget what you've done for all of wizardkind."

"Just doing it to protect those I care about." Sirius shrugged, looking at Bellatrix and thinking about his friends, Narcissa, Andromeda. "You two should rush to Hogwarts and hide there until I end Voldemort."

"We will." Alice quickly hugged him for a short moment in gratitude. "Be safe, Sirius."

Sirius just nodded and clasped Bellatrix's hand in his hand tighter, her flesh felt so cold. Then, he walked out of the mansion with her and apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place.

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The very next morning, a special edition of the Daily Prophet was printed and sent all across magical Britain free of cost. The first page had the massive portrait of Voldemort along with a portrait of young Tom Riddle, taken from the school.

[The Real Blood Traitor! Lord Voldemort Is A Half-Blood, Investigation Reveals!]

With that title, nobody could avoid reading the page-long article written by Rita Skeeter, with the help of Sirius, of course.

It didn't even require a deep investigation to find Voldemort's roots. Soon, the story was openly revealed alongside a timeline—Tom's mother, her seduction of a muggle with love potions, the birth of Tom, followed by the muggle father leaving his family. All the way to Tom ending up in an orphanage, then Hogwarts, and finally becoming Voldemort.

Of course, with Rita Skeeter's brilliant mind, she was able to find a massive clue. The name Lord Voldemort itself had the letters that perfectly with Tom Marvolo Riddle, and the remaining three letters perfectly formed 'I am'.

As soon as the readers read that line, even the non-believers became believers. Even the most staunch blood purists became enraged. Of course, so many of them had been curious about Voldemort's background for years. The only clue they had was 'Slytherin's heir.' But now, it turns out he wasn't even a Pureblood.

During that same time, Sirius headed north to find Remus and get to the Potters as quickly as possible. Unless he was with the Potters, he couldn't bring himself to relax for even a moment.

It was hard but not impossible. Where would someone like Remus live if he wanted seclusion? The only answer was a forest. There weren't that many large forests up north. With Sirius' animagus form, searching for Remus became easier.

Soon his search led him to Scotland. The land was so sparsely covered in trees that he found no trouble locating a small secluded shack in the middle of the Caledonian Forest.

It's either him, or some old man. Sirius approached the shack.

Ting! Ting!

Fuck! Just as he took a step forward he noticed he had disturbed a thin thread at the feet level, jingling some bells. Smart.

"Who's there?!" A voice shouted from inside the shack.

"Your father!" Sirius barked back.

The door swung open that instant. Remus came out, smiling ear to ear. "The wild dog returns home?"

"Home, but the hunt continues." Sirius went ahead and gave his old friend a hug. "So Moony found himself a luxurious shack?"

"This is temporary."

"It doesn't have to be. I'm trying to find James and Lily. Dumbledore said you're the secret keeper." Sirius got to the point quickly, not having the luxury to delay anymore.

"I'm not the secret keeper," Remus blurted.

Sirius frowned harshly. "Then who? No! Not him!"

"It's him, Sirius. Even you didn't expect it to be him, why would anyone else? We decided to change the secret keeper to Peter at the last moment," Remus explained. "I'm just a decoy hiding here so all eyes are on me."

Sirius felt uneasy just knowing that. He didn't consider Peter as trustworthy as his other friends. Peter was a yes-man, spineless, and a coward, they had seen plenty of that over the years. Why he was in Gryffindor was itself a mystery. "And where is he?"

"Hiding just like me," Remus revealed. "Don't worry about it, Sirius. Dumbledore ensured the safe—"

"To hell with Dumbledore, that incompetent old sloth." Sirius cursed openly. "He's the reason we're in this mess in the first place."

"What do you mean?"

Sirius went on to explain everything, revealing all that he knew. Voldemort, his name, his background. Since newspapers couldn't be delivered to the forest, Remus had no idea. But even the papers didn't mention Dumbledore. So for Remus, the shock was bigger than normal witches and wizards. Furthermore, Sirius revealed that Voldemort already knew about the prophecy.

"I don't trust his plans." Sirius didn't hide his doubt. "Help me find Peter, Moony. We have to get to James and camp in his house. I've killed most of the Death Eaters already, so not much is left even if we're to fight face to face."

Remus only thought about it for a moment. "If Voldemort knows the prophecy, then instead of hiding we should be preparing for a battle."

"Exactly."

"Let's go then." Remus swung his wand and all his luggage got packed on its own. "I have some idea where we might find Peter."

Shhh!

"Master! Master Sirius!"

Out of nowhere, Kreacher appeared there.

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What have I done! What have I done! No, there is still time!

Severus Snape rushed through the streets of London, looking for the house that he had never planned to visit in his life. His breath ragged, his face sweating, he ran like his life depended on it.

Only he can save them! Severus told himself and finally reached 12 Grimmauld Place. He knocked on the door quickly and soon was received by an old house elf.

"Master is not home."

"Then call him!" Snape shouted. "If Sirius doesn't hear me he will damn you to hell in fury! Go!"

An angry master was what all house elves feared. Not because of fear of punishment, but rather the fact that they failed at their duty to serve perfectly.

Kreacher, no matter how grumpy, was still a house elf. He saw no lies in Severus' outburst and quickly vanished from the spot, appearing right where Sirius was. He quickly explained everything, grabbed his master and the friend, and returned.

"Sirius!" Snape shouted just as they returned. "S-Save Lily! Save her! Voldemort knows the prophecy! He'll kill her… He will!"

Sirius folded his arms, his expressions unchanging. "So it was you who weaseled? After all that I said to you that night. After all my warnings, you still bowed to Voldemort!"

Not a question but an accusation. Sirius could see it from Severus' face that he had committed a grave mistake and was now crying over its possible consequences. His one-sided love for Lily was no secret to him.

"You knew?!"

"Kreachere, lock him in the dungeon!" Sirius commanded abruptly. "He'll see the light of the day when the trials start. Remus, let's go, we need to find Peter quickly."

Severus didn't even fight back and surrendered to the house elf's magic, voluntarily getting locked. It was better than roaming outside.

####

"Where would a talentless wizard live?" Sirius wondered while walking with Remus in the Diagon Alley.

"He wasn't rich," Remus added. "But not starving either."

Soon, they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. But surprisingly they found the entire establishment empty. The bar, which was usually full of chatter, only had one single bartender.

"Where's everyone?" Sirius approached.

"Oh! Lord Black!" Tom, the landlord, innkeeper, and barman exclaimed. "Of course, Of course! Who but you would dare wander this night of Halloween? May I offer some drinks?"

"Firewhiskey." Sirius blurted and took a seat. "Why's the place empty?"

"Oh, you don't know? The word is that the Dark Lord will launch his biggest-ever strike tonight. Folks are scared, Lord Black. Nobody dares wander outside tonight," Tom answered and slid a small shot glass of Firewhiskey to Sirius. "But of course, such matters don't scare someone like you."

Sirius and Remus were already frozen by then, wondering if Voldemort was planning to strike the Potters.

"Have you seen Peter Pettigrew? Short, fat, ugly, grubby skin, small watery eyes, pointed nose, and brown hair," Sirius asked Tom. "He may have come to stay here."

"Hmm…" Tom fell into thought. "I did, but he didn't stay. He worked in the kitchen, and broke lots of dishes. So I fired him. Six months ago, if I remember correctly."

Remus helplessly sighed. It was too far back for it to matter. "Any idea where he went after getting fired?"

"To hell!" Tom cursed. "He didn't pay for them broken dishes! That ugly rat!"

Seriously? You're calling him ugly? Sirius failed to take Tom seriously at that insult.

"Let's go, Remus." Sirius dragged his friend away. "If Voldemort's gonna attack tonight, let's camp at Godric's Hollow. The moment the house gets attacked the charm will fail its purpose and recede."

"But even then we won't be aware unless he's already inside the house. It'll be too late, Sirius." Remus warned.

Sirius understood and tried to think of a way. Can house elves cross into Fidelius charms? They're pretty much immune to most of the human magical restrictions.

"What if we use Kreach—" Just as Sirius was suggesting something, he froze and gasped. Out of nowhere, a memory resurfaced in his head, as if a hidden door was unlocked and opened. "No!"

"He has invaded!" Remus roared.

Woosh!

Sirius didn't spend a moment there and apparated away to Godric's Hollow. This time he knew exactly where the house was. His heart pounded like a racehorse, his wand remained clutched tight in his fist.

"Voldemort!" Sirius roared and looked up, noticing a flash of light in the first-floor window. "Face me!"

Sirius had no idea what he did in that instant. His instincts took over and without realizing his body moved through the air, closing in on the window at rapid speed.

Boom!

He crashed into the closed window with his body, breaking the glass and the wooden frame. His eyes were bloodshot red in rage, no pain, no feeling reached his senses. All he saw, desired, and aimed to do was kill the Dark Lord.

"Avada—"

"Nooo!" Sirius heard the incantation from the dark hooded figure, his wand aimed at Lily who shielded Harry. "You can't!"

Sirius apparated in that instant and appeared in front of Lily. With his hand, he grabbed Voldemort's wrist so tight his nails dug into the Dark Lord's flesh.

Boom!

The green flash still oozed out and struck Sirius point blank. But that didn't change anything other than leaving a gaping hole in his chest, his heart blasted, making way for the new one to appear in its place.

"Die, fucker!" Sirius didn't let go of Voldemort's wrist and jumped forward, shoving him out of the window. "Avada Kedavra!"

Sirius roared the spell this time point blank, at Voldemort's face of all the places.

"Aaaaaa!" Voldemort roared back momentarily before the Killing Curse hit him. He tried to fly away with his magic, but Sirius latched onto him like a Dementor sucking a soul. "Blood traitooo~"

"Just die!" Sirius roared and landed on the hard ground below, slamming Voldemort's body under his elbow, cracking all the bones in the Dark Lord's chest.

But Voldemort was already dead. The Killing Curse had done its work.

Shhhhh~

"What the—" Sirius jumped back suddenly as black steam came out of the dead body. It was hissing something meaningful.

"I shaaaal~ return~"

"Avada Kedavra!" Sirius once again threw a Killing Curse at the steam.

"Aaarh!" the mist cried.

What the fuck is this? Sirius cursed as the mist disappeared. Killing curse works on mist?

Sirius stood there for a moment, catching his breath, thankful that he arrived right on time. His heart had reformed, leaving a hole in his shirt. But he still felt out of breath. Seeing the dead body of Voldemort beside his feet brought pleasure, yet he couldn't help but feel restless.

Peter betrayed us!

"Noooo…! James!"

Sirius looked up, hearing the distant cries from Lily. His heart sank instantly, guessing the worst. "James?!"

Sirius rushed back into the house, apparating in through the first-floor window. He didn't find Lily or Harry there anymore and quickly rushed downstairs. Right at the bottom, he saw a glimpse of a lying body. The further down he went the more he saw, the more his heart sank.

"James!"

Lily's cries mixed with Harry's wailing. Sirius tried to hold his emotions and knelt down beside the body. There was no blood. Likely the Killing Curse was used.

Countless memories flooded his thoughts. The first they met on that train. I'm the worst friend someone can ever hope for.

"Sirius! Help him. Wake him up!" Lily caught his arm and jolted him. "Do something."

Sirius placed his palm on James's chest and shook his head. He was long gone, even before he arrived. Gone trying to protect Lily and Harry.

It all felt worthless now. All the battles he had fought, all the murders he had committed. What was the point when his best friend was the cost?

Why weren't there aurors all over the village? Sirius asked himself, trying to make sense of things. Asking himself how this could have been avoided. Why isn't anybody here even now?

"Sirius!" Remus finally arrived, bringing others with him. Silence fell on their lips as soon as they saw James' body.

"Voldemort's body is outside," Sirius alerted them.

After that, all he could do was hold little Harry Potter and give Lily a shoulder to cry on. It was a strange life the three of them had lived. Where James was possibly, deeply in love, Lily's stance had always remained mysterious. She even married James after claiming she enjoyed being with Sirius.

As for Sirius, he considered himself one crazy bastard. He hated his guts when it came to women.

Silently, he patted Lily's back, trying to make her stop shedding tears. Harry had been agitated at first, but he soon fell asleep in Sirius' arms.

"Come with me… You need to gather yourself and take care of Harry." Sirius helped Lily stand up after a few hours. James' body had been shrouded in a white sheet by then already. "You need to be strong for Harry."

As Sirius led Lily out of the house, he walked by Dumbledore. In his heart, he couldn't help but hate the old man. Even after knowing everything he failed to protect the Potters. Was this an accident or the result of willful ignorance? For the prophecy?

As long as I'm alive, forget ever approaching Harry. Sirius held the little baby tighter in his arms.

###

Quickly after, one after another they all walked to the nearby graveyard and made the preparations. Many more wizards from the Ministry had started to appear by then. The news of Voldemort's demise was spreading like wildfire.

Yet, there was no cheering.

By the time the sun rose in the sky and morning dew settled, the gravestone had been placed. Harry hadn't stopped crying the entire time, as if he knew who was being put to rest.

"Lily." Sirius stood beside her even after everyone else had left, leaving just the three of them there. "Come with me to my home for a few days. I can't leave you alone here like this."

She didn't say anything and silently nodded.

So Sirius quickly brought the two to 12 Grimmauld Place. The interior of the entire building had been renovated and all the old portraits had been removed. So he didn't fear it'd be too desolate, dark, and brooding for her and Harry.

Kreacher also received some threats about being thrown out and abandoned if he misbehaved with Lily and Harry.

Thankfully, Lily never had many run-ins with Bellatrix. So she didn't fear when the curly-haired curvy witch appeared in the house and offered to help with Harry, or even hold a regular chat. It wasn't that she had completely changed her views about blood purity, she just didn't care about fighting for it anymore.

Yet Sirius found no respite.

He didn't desire any rest. Much work was left to be done. Peter was still out there, so Sirius put an open bounty of ten thousand galleons on any information about him. Meanwhile, the Ministry started to arrest wizards left and right.

Sirius remained the spearhead during that whole operation as he knew the names of all the Death Eaters. While most had died at his hand, some were still left, such as Lucius Malfoy.

Weeks passed, and soon the number of detainees reached more than a hundred. The trials were held openly, filled to the brim with even journalists allowed inside. Even there, Sirius played a major role as he held the most evidence against the Dark Lord.

Many tried to get away by claiming to be under the Imperius Curse. But Sirius shut them all up by providing his own memories of his various encounters with the Death Eaters using the pensieve.

Lucius Malfoy was easily convicted based on his memory, and many others as well. But there was something more that the memories did. They showcased how Sirius had fought, how deadly he was, how crazed and fearless he had been.

As the trials came to an end, Sirius's status rose to the heights of legendary. Aided by Rita's decisive articles, Sirius was soon hailed as the deadliest wizard in Britain.

Of course, Sirius protected Bellatrix as well. He revealed the Unbreakable Vow she had been put into. At the same time, he insisted on the highest form of punishment for all the Death Eaters.

At first, the court wanted to send them to Azkaban only.

But once Sirius recited all the names of wizards, witches, muggles, and non-humans that had died over the years, alongside the same being declared in the papers, the Ministry found no room to maneuver. No room for mercy.

Dementor's Kiss—Removal of souls from their bodies. Leaving behind bodies that were nothing more than empty shells. A fate worse than death, many considered.

All Death Eaters with a Dark Mark were sentenced to a Dementor's Kiss. Others who were connected to the Dark Lord but weren't Death Eaters were given Azkaban.

As the trials came to an end, the honors also started being announced. Understandably, Sirius Black received the Order Of Merlin First Class. The public trust and attitude towards him remained positive, but feared and respectful from then on.

With Rita Skeeter's help, it wasn't impossible to ensure his legend was never forgotten.

A month after that horrible night of Halloween, the trials came to an end. Plenty of bloodlines, and male heirs had vanished in the rounds of prosecution. The wizarding Britain embarked on a road of slow healing.

But nobody forgot what had been lost. It wasn't just James Potter, but many more attacks took place that night.

It was hard to forget, but the time stopped for none. Instead of brooding, most slowly looked forward to the new era that had begun.

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1 Year Later.

12 Grimmauld Place stopped feeling empty as more residents came to live there. With the cries, giggles, and shouts of two little babies, there was always something going on in the house.

After Lucius received the Dementor's Kiss, Narcissa chose to leave the Malfoy mansion and return home with her young son. Furthermore, she officially changed her name back to Black, hoping to disassociate herself and Draco from the dark past.

Lily never left either. Three months after James' death, she decided it was better for Harry to grow up with a male figure in the house. Furthermore, Harry found a friend in Draco, a win-win for everyone.

Of course, it didn't take long before the hidden secrets started to come out. Bellatrix had no obligations and she never failed the opportunity to sneak into Sirius' room. The moans she always made were so loud that no spells could stop them.

That woke something up in the other two as well. Starting with Narcissa dragging him into the shower with her, or the bedroom at times. As for Lily, it took her some time but on Harry's second birthday, she broke that wall and reclaimed what she had almost forgotten.

For Sirius, it was like heaven.

Three absurdly beautiful witches, all for him to enjoy. Was this a blessing or a curse, he hoped to never find out.

As Christmas approached, Sirius found himself becoming more busy with work. With Bellatrix claiming the Lestrange wealth, and Narcissa claiming the Malfoy wealth, House Black had turned into the richest wizard house in all of Europe.

Consolidating all that wealth, and managing all the transactions and investments ate a lot of Sirius' time. He wanted to find himself a few assistants, but that was for the future. For now, he just hoped to manage the wealth well and grow it a fewfold so that future generations could depend on it.

Sure, there weren't that many Blacks left. But he had a feeling that it wouldn't be the case for too long.

"Sirius Black! How much longer are you going to work?"

Sirius chuckled, sitting by the study table in his bedroom. He didn't look back and continued to write on the ledger. It was night, almost bedtime, so he understood Lily's frustration. "Just a minute, Lily."

"Are you sure?" Lily softly whispered right into his ears.

"What th—" Sirius jolted back. But to his utterly arousing shock, he forgot all about his work as soon as he looked at Lily standing there beside his table.

"Oh, now you're focused?" Lily added and shifted to his front. With a wave of her hand, she moved all the stuff on the table and sat down on it, right in front of him, both her feet dangling between Sirius' knees.

Sirius gulped, his erection screaming at him to unleash the beast. He licked his lips seeing Lily once again in her Hogwarts uniform—that same old skirt, that shirt. But both had become too tight for her now ripe, homely body. Her sizable breasts fought the shackles of the buttons. Her creamy thick thighs spilled out of her skirt.

"So?" Sirius looked up at her.

"Well," Lily smirked and parted her legs. Her skirt got pulled up on its own, revealing her pink folds, lusting with the glistening coat of her arousal. "The feast is ready."

No panties, and already aroused.

Sirius didn't need someone to tell him twice. He instantly dragged his chair forward and slammed his face down between her hot thighs. He raised both her legs and made her cross them around his head.

"Ooooh!" Lily moaned in pure love and pleasure. "Sooo~ Good! How're you so good with that aaaah! Tongue?"

Sirius chuckled, his words muffled as he never stopped eating her slobbering pussy. "Remem-ber my secret nickname?"

"Yeee-ah! Horndog… of Hogwarts!" Lily moaned in abandon, clamping her soft thighs tighter. But that seemed to make Sirius go harder. "S-Sirius… Can I ask you for something?"

"What?" Sirius asked back and suddenly forced her legs to release his face. Quickly, he stood up and took off all his clothes, stroking his cock and aiming at her hot tight furnace. "Anything for you."

"Hmmm…" Lily waited for him to enter her as she invitingly spread her legs widener, letting him step closer between them. He teased her, rubbing his swollen cockhead across the length of her drooling slit. "Fuck! Just get in already!"

"Haha!" Sirius chuckled and rammed in with all his might, just the way Lily loved it. She was wild and unrestrained in his house. She let go of her insecurities and embraced her fieriness. She loved the sensation of his thick cock inside. She loved how it made her squirm, and go weak in the belly. She loved that full sensation of him, resting balls deep inside.

Sirius pushed all the way in and began unbuttoning her white shirt to free her breasts. Her fiery red hair sprinkled all around her face adorably, something he was sure to hold on to very soon while doing her. "So, what did you want?"

"I was think—Oh!"

Sirius flexed his cock suddenly, earning her a moan. "Go on."

"That… maybe it's time to—oooh!"

Sirius gave her a proper thrust this time, pulling his hips back and shoving back in. Ah, that warmth was otherworldly, her bodily scent like an untamed forest. "Time to what?"

"Give Harry a sibling!"

"..." Sirius didn't thrust in or out this time. Even his fingers froze on the buttons as he stared at her face. "You mean…"

"Umhm…" Lily threw her arms around his neck. "Inside me…"

"Ha?" Sirius groaned as Lily shoved her hips forward, taking all of his length in.

Her face inched closer to his ears just then and whispered. "I want you to spill it all… In… me!"

Sirius instinctively flexed his muscles, making his cock twitch inside. He breathed deeply, took a whiff of her shampoo, and got right to it, on that table. Ramming his cock so hard that the table smashed against the wall each time, her legs spread apart, and her cries echoed in the room.

"Aaaaah! Yess~ Yess~ I want this, baby! Fuck yess~" Lily clawed all over Sirius' back, her nails thankfully weren't sharp. She remembered having had sex wilder than this before with Sirius. But this one felt different since there were no more walls between them, no more restrictions, no more asking 'where'.

"Huh! Huh!" Sirius grunted into her ears as he pumped. His one arm maintained a strong embrace, while his other hand ripped open her tight shirt and claimed her feathery soft breasts.

Soon enough their lips connected and they lost themselves in the intoxicating moment of pleasure. So primal, so adventurous, they just loved the sensation of one another. Him inside her, filling her to the brim with womb-kissing pumps that echoed with creamy squelches.

"Do-oh! Don't wait for me, baby! J-Just… put it in me!" Lily breathed out.

Sirius nodded and picked up the pace. It worried both of them if the damn table would be able to handle them. But Sirius didn't care and hugged her waist all around, squeezing her soft globes over his chest. His hips had a mind of their own while shoving in, intent on grounding every last speck of his virile seed in.

"Aaaaah! Mmmmm fucking so good-ooooh!" Lily threw her head back in surrender.

"Hngh!" Sirius grunted and jolted all over. The muscles of his legs shivered, and his back felt powerless. It was just another release, but in that moment it felt different, so carefree.

Both of them felt it at the same time. Sirius creamed inside, his mess of white froth coated every inch of her inviting core. Cock jammed all the way in, both of them hoping this release would come to fruition.

To hell with the Wizarding Britain. Nobody had the guts to say anything to him anyway.

"Ummm…" Lily kissed Sirius deeply, feeling his viscous batter heating her core. She almost sucked his breath out, still loving the cock that lay inside. "Start picking names, Sirius."

"A-Are you sure?" Sirius asked her again. "People won't be kind to Harry. They'll bully him."

Lily continued to kiss him but released his lips and focused on his neck. "Will you let them?"

"Absolutely not!" Sirius bellowed.

"Hehe… Then I want it." Lily answered at last and rested her forehead against his. "Besides, I'm not the only one."

"What do you mean?"

Knock! Knock!

Sirius turned around quickly and looked towards the door. It was open and two beauties stood there. Bellatrix was completely naked, while Narcissa only had a see-through black nightgown. Both looked primed, beautiful as ever.

Bellatrix, complete with her luscious breasts, wide hips, and overall fleshier body. Meanwhile Narcissa, with her lithe tall body, sexy hair bunched up, curvy hips, and bosom, and a face more beautiful than any of those muggle models.

Oh boy! Sirius felt his cock rise again in salute. Farewell to a good night's sleep.

"Room for two more?" Narcissa asked from the doorframe, her arms crossed, eyes narrow as if complaining why she wasn't invited.

Bellatrix just strode in with no care and got down on her knees right in front of Sirius. Without asking, she gripped his almost limp length and began stroking it while teasingly staring up at his face. "I'm getting old, Sirius. I fear… If you don't put one in me now, I may never get to be a mother."

Sirius felt his cock grow faster at her plea. It embarrassed him. Well, I guess it's no trouble. Relations between cousins aren't taboo.

"In that case." Narcissa also entered, taking the pin out of the blonde bun behind her head and loosening her long hair to cover her face. She walked over to him and slammed her lips right on his. As if it soothed her heart, she moaned out just from that, eyes closed. "I think…"

Narcissa loosened her see-through gown and let it fall on the floor, letting Sirius eye her ripe body.

"I think…" Narcissa got down on her knee too, right beside Bellatrix. "It's time Draco had a sibling."

"Exactly!" Lily blurted and jumped off the table. She quickly got around Sirius and fell to her knees on Bellatrix's other side. "We want more babies in this house!"

Bloody hell! This is one problem I'd love to solve. Sirius looked at their beautiful faces and bare bodies with absolute lust and love. Night after night, day after day.

"Then what are you waiting for? We have a long night ahead." Sirius said and shifted back to lean his hips against the table. "Wake me up."

"Ummm…!" Bellatrix was the first to stuff herself with his cock. Narcissa had to focus her tongue on licking his left ball as the other one was taken by Lily.

All the while the three women caressed their claws on his chest and belly, throwing him into an arousal that was humanly impossible.

Clack! Clack!

Just then, an owl appeared outside the window. Sirius frowned but grabbed his wand from the table and opened the window. The owl flew in, gave him the letter, and flew away.

"What is it?" Lily questioned.

"Focus." Sirius shoved her face back on his cock with one hand. "It's from Andromeda."

"Oh!" Narcissa and Bellatrix exclaimed at that. But they were used to Sirius's demanding nature and never stopped their mouths.

Sirius cut open the envelope and read the letter. It was short, but the words were enough to convey Andromeda's frustrations and feelings. The woman was left alone with a daughter now with the death of Edward Tonks on the night of Halloween last year. The Death Eaters had attacked their home.

"Hmm… Good," Sirius almost moaned. But he didn't care even if he did. This was his home, his family. "Good news, girls."

"Ha?"

"Um?"

"What?"

Lily, Bellatrix, and Narcissa stopped blowing and licking him and looked at his face at the same time.

"Andromeda wants to return home." With a smirk, Sirius swung the letter at their face. "It seems the Black family is about to be complete."

"Ugh!"

"Hmph!"

"Why now?"

Lily, Bellatrix, and Narcissa complained at the same time.

Sirius frowned. "Why? You don't want her to join?"

"And have us share you?" Narcissa grumpily got back up to her feet and pressed her delicate hands over his chest. "No thanks."

"Ah!" Sirius found himself thrown back to the bed.

Narcissa had never shown him this side of her, this competitive side. She wasted no time and straddled his lap and grabbed his rock-hard cock before aiming it at her core.

Her eyes remained narrow, however, her proud persona was still there. "You better not go lazy on us now, Sirius Black."

"Haha!" Sirius chuckled and strongly grabbed Narcissa's waist, deviously. "Not in this life."

"Wait, wai—aaaah!" Narcissa moaned, groaned, and cried at the same time. Unlike Lily, she was someone who enjoyed it slow at first and rough near the end.

Meanwhile, Bellatrix climbed onto the bed and straddled Sirius' face. Lust was clear in her eyes, she was the sort who liked it freaky, rough, painful, and anything humanly imaginable.

"God, you're such a horndog!" Lily commented and lay down beside Sirius' body and began licking his nipples, throwing him into an unknown ecstasy.

"Ah! Aaaah! Yesss~" Bellatrix quickly moaned out loud and even spilled herself right there. This was record time. She had only started to ground her hips and yet, there she lay fallen, face on Sirius' belly.

"What the…!" Lily froze in shock. "How?!"

Sirius scoffed and leisurely watched Narcissa ride his cock, jumping on him and jolting her breasts. Such a beautiful sight, he wanted to keep it close to his heart forever.

"Be it you three, or even if it becomes four," Sirius replied, just on the verge of exploding inside Narcissa and giving her the desired gift. "This horndog's got plenty of tricks, my dears."

"Aaaah! Finally!" Narcissa cried out as soon as she felt Sirius filling her up with his blessing. So warm, so slimy, so wet. She had her own release just from those sensations alone, her skin flushed pink, and sweat coated her heaving breasts.

"Next!" Sirius cheekily shouted, giving Bellatrix a glance.

"Yes, yes, yes! My turn!" Bellatrix wasted no time and lay down on her back, head on the pillow.

She held her own legs spread wide, her tight, long, drooling slit well-oiled for him.

Sirius gave her his best performance and speared right in, shoving the weight of his entire body on her. He started fucking her from the get-go, no restrictions with this one. He suckled her breasts, teethed them, bit her neck, and locked his lips around her nipple.

Lily and Narcissa were also lying beside them, both rubbing their cream-filled petals. All the while Sirius molded their breasts with one hand each.

The absolute peak of sexual pleasure.

The absolute peak of love.

The absolute peak of trust and desire.

12 Grimmauld Place had become such a place. Soon, forget the Weasleys, the Blacks were going to rule the world. With the insane wealth, House Black would regain its fame and glory and even go beyond.

"Oooh! You're wonderful!" Bellatrix cooed, eyes wide open at the heavenly bliss. The continuous, rapid plunder left her in her second climax, her pink walls filled with Sirius' masculine release.

At last, Sirius rolled off of Bellatrix and lay down beside her. Seizing her chance, Narcissa quickly straddled Sirius' cock and lay down on his chest, feeling the warmth of his chest. Lily hugged him from the right and Bellatrix from the left.

All three women had seen this man take a Killing Curse to his heart for them. There was no safer place in the world than in the warmth of his arms.

There was no greater bed to fall asleep on.

Maybe not all related by blood, but the three felt deeply connected by the passion they had for this one single man, this infamous horndog.

All three closed their eyes and tried to sleep there. The bed was too small for the whole night, but they hoped for a short nap in that heart-warming embrace.

Meanwhile, Sirius continued to glance at the ceiling, not minding the weight of Narcissa's body at all. He loved every single one of them, willing to trade his life for them.

I… I don't think I mind immortality anymore.

"Ummm~"

"Sirius~"

"Hehe~"

So much in bliss, the three women mumbled in sleep.

Sirius simply chuckled.

I can get used to this.