Chapter 6: Breaking Bad

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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