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Horndog of Hogwarts 16: My Dear Nephew
🕑 Added 2024-05-16 15:47:43 +0000 UTC"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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[Marvel - President Stark Chapter 4 coming up next.]
Comments
Orion Chung
Let Narcissa be first he impregnates and same with Lily
Lord Mehmeh
Bro please have Ororo munroe as his member of cabinet
Lord Mehmeh
Put a baby in her also fuck Alice long bottom
