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Horndog of Hogwarts 15: A ‘Convincing’ Deal
🕑 Added 2024-04-26 13:01:00 +0000 UTC"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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[President Stark Chapter 2 coming up next.]
