Chapter 33 - My Dear Nephew III

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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