There is an R-18 scene in this chapter. Also, this chapter is pretty long. Been working on it for a while. Even if you skip the R-18 scene, it's still around 25k words.
Chapter 38:
– Amara Black –
The cleanup lasted a little more than an hour.
Without Voldemort and Bellatrix holding the center of the battlefield, the remaining Death Eaters lost whatever courage they had pretended to possess. Some fled the instant the Dark Lord vanished. Others threw down their wands and surrendered when Moody's Aurors closed around them. A stubborn handful tried to continue fighting, only to discover that masked cowards who specialized in terrorizing shopkeepers were considerably less impressive when faced with trained opponents who could fight back.
The Aurors swept through Hogsmeade street by street. They dragged Death Eaters from alleys, pulled them out of burning buildings, and stunned anyone stupid enough to resist. Moody personally searched every prisoner, snapping wands and tearing masks from faces.
Bodies were covered. Fires were extinguished. The wounded were carried into the Three Broomsticks and Honeydukes, where the surviving healers established temporary treatment areas.
The village itself looked terrible, but most of the destruction was far less permanent than it would have been in the Muggle world. Collapsed walls could be reconstructed. Shattered windows could be repaired with a wave of a wand. Burned roofs would take longer, particularly where cursed fire had been used, but Dumbledore estimated that most of Hogsmeade would be standing again within a few days.
Magic was wonderful that way.
It could reduce a building to rubble in seconds, but it could also erase months of ordinary reconstruction work before breakfast.
It couldn't do much for the dead. Usually.
Sirius remained close enough for me to see him throughout the cleanup. Lily refused to let him out of her sight, and Remus had taken up position on his other side as if expecting death to make a second attempt. Sirius complained about being crowded, but the smug bastard clearly loved every second of the attention.
I kept looking at him when I thought no one would notice.
His chest rose and fell. His heart continued beating. Warm blood moved beneath his skin. The soul I had torn back across the threshold of death remained firmly seated inside his body.
I had done that.
I still didn't understand exactly how.
All I could do was ask Didi when I found a way home…
I was watching two Aurors restrain a Death Eater who had tried to crawl beneath an overturned cart when Moody came stomping toward me.
Moody planted his wooden leg against the broken cobblestones and fixed both of his eyes on me. "You're coming with me."
I slowly turned my head toward him. "That sounded dangerously close to an order."
Moody's scarred hand tightened around his wand. "You used more illegal curses in the last hour than most dark wizards manage in a lifetime. You're going to answer some questions."
I folded my arms beneath my breasts. "Am I under arrest?"
Moody's expression hardened. "Not yet."
Dumbledore stepped between us before I could explain exactly where Moody could insert his questions. His robes were torn and blackened, his hat was missing again, and exhaustion had carved deep lines around his eyes. Somehow, he still managed to carry himself with quiet authority.
Dumbledore rested one hand on Moody's shoulder. "No, Alastor."
Moody jerked his shoulder out from beneath Dumbledore's hand. "Don't start with me, Albus."
Dumbledore's voice remained mild. "I believe you have misunderstood me. That was not the beginning of an argument."
Moody's natural eye narrowed. "The girl used very dark magic! You saw the spell she used that almost killed the Dark Lord. Those flames were pitch black!"
Dumbledore glanced back at me, and the curiosity in his blue eyes was almost painful in its intensity. "I am aware. I was present."
Moody gestured sharply toward the ruined village. "She also left enough bodies behind to fill a small graveyard."
I lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "They were trying to fill the graveyard first."
Moody swung his glare back toward me. "That attitude is precisely why I want you questioned! You show no remorse for what you have done!"
Dumbledore moved another half step in front of me. "Amara is not one of your prisoners, Alastor. She fought beside us, saved numerous civilians, helped drive Voldemort from the village, and prevented the death of one of my students."
Moody's jaw flexed beneath his scarred skin. "She's dangerous."
Dumbledore's eyes briefly met mine. "So am I."
That shut Moody up for almost three entire seconds.
Moody exhaled through his nose and looked over the damaged village. "If she turns that wand on someone innocent, this conversation will haunt you."
Dumbledore's expression grew tired rather than angry. "Then allow it to haunt me tomorrow. Tonight, take this as a victory."
Moody pointed a scarred finger at me. "This isn't finished."
I gave him my sweetest smile. "I certainly hope not. I'd hate to think this was your best attempt at an interrogation."
Moody muttered something deeply unflattering about arrogant teens and stomped away to terrify his prisoners.
Dumbledore watched him go before turning toward me.
Dumbledore raised one silver eyebrow. "You might occasionally attempt not to provoke every stubborn person you meet."
I glanced toward the place where Voldemort had almost died. "Where would the fun be in that?"
Dumbledore released a long sigh and rubbed his forehead.
I expected the people of Hogsmeade to emerge from hiding frightened and miserable. Their homes had been damaged. Their neighbors had been injured or killed. Death Eaters had turned their village into a battlefield, and the giant green skull hanging above the rooftops had only recently dissolved.
Instead, the first cheer came from an elderly wizard standing in the broken doorway of a bookshop.
The old wizard raised a trembling fist into the air. "To the heroes of Hogwarts!"
A second voice answered from an upstairs window.
A middle-aged witch leaned over the sill with tears shining on her cheeks. "They drove You-Know-Who away!"
People began emerging from cellars, storerooms, hidden passages, and magically reinforced homes. Some were wounded. Others were wrapped in blankets or supporting injured relatives. They should have been terrified.
They cheered anyway.
The sound spread through Hogsmeade until it rolled between the damaged buildings like thunder.
Someone started applauding Sirius.
Someone else shouted Dumbledore's name.
A group of children surrounded Lily and Marlene until both witches were blushing furiously. Peter looked as though he might faint when a shopkeeper clasped his hand and thanked him for helping protect her family. Remus tried to retreat from the attention, but Sirius caught the back of his robes and dragged him into the center of it.
Then the woman I had rescued from the alley found me.
Her robes were torn, and bruises marked her throat where one of the Death Eaters had held her. She stopped a few feet away and stared at me with an expression I didn't know what to do with.
The rescued witch pressed one shaking hand over her heart. "Thank you."
I shifted my weight. "You don't owe me anything."
The rescued witch shook her head fiercely. "They would have—" Her voice broke before she finished. The rescued witch swallowed and tried again. "You saved my life."
I had killed people before. I had burned predators alive, sacrificed men on an altar, slaughtered government agents, and destroyed an entire estate. None of that had ever made me feel particularly guilty.
Being thanked made me profoundly uncomfortable. Mostly because I was focused more on killing the Death Eaters that pissed me off over actually saving people.
That's just how I was wired.
I looked past the woman toward Sirius. He stood beneath the glow of the streetlamps, alive and laughing while a group of villagers congratulated him. Lily stood beside him. Remus, Peter, Alice, and Marlene were all safe.
Maybe that was enough.
I inclined my head toward the rescued witch. "Then make it a life worth saving."
By the time the crowd released us, the Three Broomsticks had reopened despite possessing several new holes in its exterior walls. Rosmerta announced that anyone who had fought to defend the village could eat and drink for free.
That was how our group ended up crammed into a booth shortly after midnight, surrounded by plates of sandwiches, bowls of chips, meat pies, treacle tart, and enough butterbeer to drown a hippogriff.
Sirius sat between Lily and me on one side of the booth.
The arrangement was almost certainly deliberate.
Sirius was eighteen, alive, and entirely too pleased with himself. I held one of his hands beneath the table, partly because I needed to feel his warmth and partly because I wanted immediate warning if his soul attempted to wander away again.
He noticed. Sirius glanced down toward our joined hands and gave me a slow, insufferably knowing smirk.
I ignored him.
Lily leaned close enough to examine his eyes for what had to be the sixth time. Her fingers pressed against the side of his throat, checking his pulse again despite having checked it less than a minute earlier.
Lily frowned with genuine worry. "Are you dizzy?"
Sirius adopted an expression of heroic patience. "No."
Lily touched his forehead with the back of her hand. "Do you feel cold?"
Sirius allowed his eyelids to droop dramatically. "Only when you stop touching me."
Lily slapped his shoulder. "I'm being serious."
Sirius widened his grey eyes. "No, I'm Sirius."
Lily stared at him in flat disbelief.
I snorted into my butterbeer.
Lily pointed an accusing finger at his chest. "You died!"
Sirius glanced down at himself as though this information were new. "I got better."
Lily's eyes flashed. "That doesn't make throwing yourself in front of a Killing Curse less idiotic."
Sirius leaned back against the booth and looked toward me. "It seemed romantic at the time."
I squeezed his hand hard enough to make his knuckles grind together. "Try it again and I'll resurrect you just so I can kill you myself."
Sirius's smile only grew. "See? Romantic."
While he distracted Lily, Sirius's free hand settled on my thigh beneath the table.
I went very still.
His palm rested against the bare skin exposed by the torn side of my robes. His thumb moved once, tracing a slow line upward.
That could have been an accident.
The second stroke was not.
Sirius rubbed his hand along my thigh in an unhurried rhythm, testing what I would permit while continuing to answer Lily's increasingly anxious questions. His touch remained just far enough from the throbbing spot between my legs to preserve plausible innocence.
Barely.
My evolved succubus senses catalogued every detail.
I kept my face carefully neutral and took another drink.
Across from us, Peter was describing his duel to Remus, Alice, and Marlene with increasingly elaborate gestures.
Peter lifted both hands above the table. "There were at least five of them!"
Remus took a calm sip of butterbeer. "There were two..."
Peter waved away the correction. "There were five in spirit!"
Marlene pointed a chip at him. "One of them tripped over a flowerpot and knocked himself out..."
Peter sat up straighter. "Because I strategically forced him toward it!"
Alice grinned and leaned her elbows on the table. "I'm fairly certain he was running away from Amara…"
Peter glanced toward me and reconsidered his argument. "That may also have contributed."
Marlene raised her bottle. "The important thing is that we made the bastards run."
Remus lifted his own bottle to meet hers. "Preferably without embellishing the number by several hundred percent."
Peter clinked his butterbeer against theirs. "History belongs to the survivors, Moony."
Sirius's hand slid another inch up my thigh.
I kicked him beneath the table.
Sirius barely flinched. His smirk turned positively radiant.
Marlene looked between us suspiciously. "What are you two doing over there?"
I reached for a meat pie with my free hand. "I'm debating whether Sirius's resurrection was a mistake."
Sirius placed a hand over his heart, temporarily removing it from my thigh. "You'd miss me."
Lily crossed her arms. "She knew you for less than two days and dragged you back from death. I think that question has already been answered."
That silenced me.
For once, Sirius didn't make a joke either.
The moment threatened to become sincere, which was apparently intolerable to Sirius Black.
Sirius opened his mouth in an exaggerated yawn and stretched both arms above his head. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm exhausted."
Alice glanced toward the dark windows. "It is after midnight."
Sirius slid out of the booth. "I doubt any of us are in a condition to walk back to Hogwarts. I'll secure rooms."
Lily watched him move toward the bar. "We could use the passage."
Sirius looked back over his shoulder. "Where is your sense of adventure, Evans?"
Lily stared at the place where he had been sitting. "I used it all fighting Death Eaters and watching you die."
Sirius flashed her a grin before continuing toward Rosmerta.
The owner of the Three Broomsticks was an exceptionally beautiful woman with long honey-blonde hair, a narrow waist, and breasts large enough to test the structural integrity of her blouse. She leaned across the bar when Sirius approached, giving him an unobstructed view down the front of it.
Sirius did not possess the discipline necessary to ignore such an opportunity.
He placed one elbow on the bar and gave Rosmerta the same charming smile that had probably gotten him out of trouble since infancy.
Rosmerta laughed at something he said and touched his forearm.
A low, distinctly irritated sound came from beside me.
I turned toward Lily.
Lily was watching them with narrowed green eyes. "He nearly died an hour ago, and he's already flirting."
I bit the inside of my cheek, but my amusement escaped anyway.
Lily looked at me sharply. "What?"
I leaned closer to her. "You're jealous…"
Lily's face heated. "I am not!"
I glanced toward Sirius and Rosmerta. "You just growled at a woman for leaning over a bar."
Lily dragged her attention away from Rosmerta's cleavage. "I was making an observation."
I grinned. "Perhaps you've had more of a crush on Sirius than you realized all these years..."
Lily's blush deepened, but her gaze sharpened with sudden mischief. Lily leaned closer until her lips nearly brushed my ear. "Are you jealous about that?"
My pulse jumped, although not from jealousy.
I looked at Sirius again. He was alive. Young. Laughing. Flirting shamelessly with a gorgeous older witch who clearly enjoyed the attention.
I wasn't jealous.
If anything, a quiet part of me was relieved.
I couldn't stay in this world. Morgana, Raven, Dick, Kara, Kori, Bellatrix, Daphne, Astoria, and everyone else I loved were waiting for me. Didi had promised there was a path home, and I intended to tear through reality with my bare hands if that was what it took to find it.
Eventually, I would leave Lily behind. The thought hurt more than it should have after knowing her for barely two days.
But I knew one thing.
I didn't want her to end up with James.
I didn't want this kind, brilliant version of Lily Evans to be hollowed out until she became anything like the woman who had abandoned me.
I didn't want Sirius to be cast out, imprisoned, or murdered.
Lily and Sirius together would be chaos.
They would argue constantly. Lily would threaten to hex him at least twice a day. Sirius would flirt with her specifically because her fury entertained him. Their home would be loud, messy, and full of people who knew they were loved.
It was a much happier future than the one either of them had been given in my world.
I lifted my butterbeer and took a slow drink.
I met Lily's eyes over the rim of the bottle. "Of course I'm not jealous."
Lily studied my face as though searching for a lie.
I leaned closer and gave her a quick kiss.
Lily's suspicion melted into another furious blush.
Before she could say anything, Sirius returned carrying two brass keys.
He dropped one key in front of Remus and Peter.
Sirius pointed toward the staircase. "Room seven for you two. Two beds, one window, and Rosmerta promises the thing scratching inside the wall is probably harmless."
Remus picked up the key. "Probably?"
Sirius patted him on the shoulder. "Think of it as an adventure."
Peter slid out of the booth before Remus could reconsider. "I've had enough adventure for one night."
Sirius passed the second key to Marlene and Alice.
Sirius nodded toward them. "Room eight. Rosmerta says the bath takes a few minutes to heat, but there should be enough hot water for both of you."
Marlene caught the key and raised her eyebrows. "How thoughtful."
Alice stood and stretched tiredly. "I'm too exhausted to question his motives."
Marlene looked between Sirius, Lily, and me, and a wicked smile slowly appeared. "I'm not."
Lily narrowed her eyes. "Don't."
Marlene lifted both hands in surrender. "I didn't say anything."
It seemed that Remus and Peter were both too tired to grasp the same thoughts the girls next to them were having.
Alice followed Marlene toward the stairs. "Good night, Amara."
Marlene glanced back with a grin. "Good luck, Lily!"
Lily's entire face turned scarlet. "Marlene..."
Marlene disappeared upstairs before Lily could throw anything at her.
Remus and Peter followed, their footsteps fading toward the upper floor.
That left Sirius standing at the end of the booth while Lily and I remained seated.
I looked at his empty hands.
I raised one eyebrow. "What about us?"
Sirius slipped one hand into the pocket of his robes and produced a third key.
Of course he had a third key.
Sirius rolled it between his fingers, his grey eyes glittering with mischief. "Tragic news, I'm afraid. There was only one room left."
Yeah, I'm sure the magical expanding pub only had one room left…
Lily stared at him. "One room?"
Sirius nodded gravely. "A terrible failure of hospitality."
I watched the corner of his mouth twitch. "And how many beds does this final room contain?"
Sirius's grin became slow, confident, and devastating. "I was too distracted to ask."
Lily made a strangled sound beside me.
Sirius placed the key on the table between us. "I was hoping to share it with the two sexiest witches in Hogwarts, assuming neither of you minds."
Heat tightened low in my stomach, sudden enough to steal my breath.
I had been painfully aroused since the basilisk battle. The shower had done nothing. Butterbeer had dulled my restraint without satisfying my lust. Then came Hogsmeade—the fire, violence, death, resurrection, and Sirius kissing me while his newly restored heart thundered against mine.
My Succubus Queen nature had transformed every surge of adrenaline into lust and stored it inside me until I felt ready to crawl out of my own skin.
Sirius had spent the last half hour touching my thigh.
Lily had spent the evening looking at both of us as if she couldn't decide whether she wanted to hex him, kiss him, or watch me do it first.
This was my breaking point.
I looked at Lily. Her face was bright red, but she hadn't refused. Her fingers twisted in the hem of her robes. Her gaze moved from Sirius to me and lingered on my lips.
I caught my lower lip between my teeth. I reached across the table and took the key. I held Sirius's gaze. "I don't mind sharing a room…"
(R-18 content ahead.)
– Sirius –
The bedroom was considerably nicer than Sirius had expected.
A fire crackled inside a small stone hearth, warming the room and painting the walls in soft amber light. Thick curtains covered the single window, muffling what remained of the activity outside. Someone had already left a pitcher of water and three clean glasses on a table beside the wardrobe. The air smelled faintly of lavender, woodsmoke, and whatever cleaning charm Rosmerta used between guests.
There was only one bed. Most importantly, the bed was enormous. It occupied nearly half the room, with four carved posts, dark green hangings, and a mattress wide enough for three people to sleep comfortably.
Or do considerably more interesting things.
Sirius closed the door behind them and quietly turned the lock. He added a privacy charm for good measure, ensuring no sound would escape into the corridor. He had no desire to wake up tomorrow and discover that the whole of Hogsmeade had heard precisely how they celebrated surviving the battle.
Amara and Lily sat beside each other on the edge of the mattress.
For several seconds, Sirius simply looked at them.
They were still the two most beautiful women Sirius had ever seen.
Lily's red hair fell around her shoulders in loose waves, glowing like fire beneath the lamplight. Her green eyes darted nervously between him and Amara, while her fingers repeatedly smoothed the front of her skirt. A flush had spread from her cheeks to the pale skin visible above her collar.
Amara looked less uncertain.
She sat with one leg crossed over the other, her raven hair framing a face so perfect that Sirius still occasionally wondered whether she had been carved instead of born. Her emerald eyes tracked him. Her rosy lips were slightly parted.
She had resurrected him less than two hours ago. Sirius could still remember the absence that had followed Bellatrix's curse. He remembered falling away from his body, hearing his friends screaming somewhere impossibly far behind him. Then Amara had reached through the darkness, seized his soul, and pulled him back into warmth, pain, life, and her kiss.
Perhaps nearly dying should have made him cautious. Instead, Sirius felt more alive than he ever had before. At eighteen years old, he had no intention of wasting that life pretending he didn't want what was sitting directly in front of him.
His cock had been hard since Amara took the room key downstairs. It pressed painfully against the front of his trousers, throbbing harder every time Lily looked at him and then hurriedly glanced away.
Subtlety had never been one of his virtues.
Sirius leaned back against the closed door and looked from one witch to the other. "Can I fuck both of you?"
Lily's entire body jerked. Lily's mouth opened and closed several times before sound finally emerged. "You—you cannot simply ask something like that!"
Sirius tilted his head. "I just did."
Lily stared at him as if trying to decide whether murder would violate whatever truce existed between them.
Amara turned toward Lily and studied her flushed face. "He could have phrased it more elegantly."
Lily swung her incredulous stare toward Amara. "More elegantly?"
Amara's smile widened. "Would you have preferred an engraved invitation?"
Lily's blush deepened until it nearly matched her hair. "That is not the point!"
Amara lifted one hand and gently caught Lily beneath the chin. Her amusement softened into something warmer as she searched Lily's eyes. "Do you want him to leave?"
Lily swallowed.
Sirius remained beside the door, forcing himself not to move while Lily considered the question. He wanted both of them badly enough that his cock hurt, but he wasn't going to mistake embarrassment for permission.
Lily glanced toward him. Her gaze dropped down his body, pausing very noticeably over the bulge in his trousers. Her breathing quickened. When she finally looked back at Amara, nervous desire had swallowed most of her outrage. Lily drew a shaky breath. "I didn't say that."
Amara brushed her thumb across Lily's lower lip. "Do you want him to stay?"
Lily closed her eyes for half a second.
Lily opened them again and gave a tiny, deliberate nod. "Yes."
That one word sent a violent pulse through Sirius's cock.
Amara's attention returned to him. Her green eyes darkened, and her tongue briefly swept across her lips. Amara curled her fingers into the front of Lily's shirt. "What are you waiting for, Sirius?"
She didn't give him time to answer.
Amara pulled Lily toward her and kissed her. There was nothing tentative about it. Their mouths met hard, Amara's other hand sliding into Lily's hair as she tilted her head and claimed the kiss. Lily gave a startled moan, but then her hands found Amara's waist and dragged her closer.
Sirius forgot how breathing worked. He had imagined kissing Lily more times than he would ever admit to James. He had imagined Amara in ways that had kept him painfully awake the previous night. He had never dared imagine the two of them kissing each other directly in front of him.
Lily's lips parted beneath Amara's.
Amara's tongue slipped into Lily's mouth, and Lily responded with a needy sound that went directly through Sirius's body. Their breasts pressed together beneath their shirts. Lily's fingers tightened around Amara's waist while Amara kissed her with the confidence of someone who already knew every sound she could draw from her.
Sirius pushed away from the door.
Neither witch stopped him as he approached.
Amara opened one eye and looked directly at Sirius while continuing to kiss Lily. The challenge in her gaze was unmistakable.
Sirius moved behind Amara and set both hands on her waist. Her body was warm beneath his palms. He bent close, swept her hair over one shoulder, and pressed his mouth against the pale curve of her neck.
Amara shivered between them.
Sirius kissed his way upward. Amara reluctantly broke her kiss with Lily and turned her head toward him.
He caught her mouth. The first time they kissed, he had been newly resurrected and half-mad with relief. This time he was fully aware of every detail.
Amara tasted like butterbeer, smoke, and something darker that he couldn't name. Her lips were impossibly soft, but the kiss itself was anything but gentle. She met him with hungry force, one hand fisting in his hair as her tongue pushed into his mouth.
Sirius groaned against her.
Lily watched them from inches away, her lips swollen and damp from Amara's kiss. Her pupils had expanded until only thin green rings remained around them.
Sirius reached for Lily without releasing Amara. His fingers curled around the back of Lily's neck and pulled her closer.
He broke away from Amara just long enough to kiss Lily.
Lily froze for a single heartbeat. Then she kissed him back.
Merlin, she kissed him back!
Lily's fingers grabbed the front of his shirt. Her mouth moved against his with less experience than Amara's but just as much urgency. Sirius angled his head and deepened the kiss, swallowing the breathy sound that escaped her.
Amara pressed against his side and kissed the corner of Lily's mouth, her lips brushing his in the process.
For several dizzying moments, Sirius couldn't tell where one kiss ended and the next began. He moved between them, tasting Lily, then Amara, then Lily again. Their lips brushed one another around his. Hands tugged at clothing and hair. Warm bodies pressed against him from both sides.
His cock throbbed so painfully that every heartbeat bordered on torture.
Sirius guided them backward.
The backs of Amara's knees struck the mattress first. She allowed herself to fall, pulling Lily with her. Sirius followed, using his weight carefully as he pushed both witches down onto the bed.
Amara landed on her back with her black hair spread across the green coverlet. Lily fell beside her, red curls spilling over Amara's shoulder. Their bodies pressed together from hip to breast.
Sirius braced himself above them.
Two pairs of lust-darkened green eyes stared up at him.
The sight almost made him cum in his trousers.
Amara looked wicked and eager, her lips curved into a knowing smile. Lily still appeared nervous, but she wasn't retreating. One of her hands rested on Amara's stomach while the other remained tangled in Sirius's shirt.
Sirius bent and kissed Amara again.
His hand moved to the first button of her shirt. He released it slowly, watching her face for any hesitation. None appeared. Amara's smile only widened.
Amara arched slightly beneath him. "Keep going."
Sirius obeyed. He opened the second button, then the third. Each one revealed another strip of ghostly pale skin. Amara wore nothing beneath the shirt. By the time Sirius reached the final button, the fabric had fallen open around the most magnificent pair of breasts he had ever seen.
His hands stopped moving.
Her breasts were large, full, and remarkably firm, rising proudly from her chest without the slightest need for support. Her skin was pale enough that he could see faint blue veins beneath it. Her nipples were a delicate pink and already stiff.
Sirius simply stared.
Amara's chest rose and fell beneath his gaze. Her confidence remained, but the tips of her ears had turned faintly pink. Amara lifted one eyebrow. "Are you planning to do anything?"
Sirius dragged his eyes back to her face. "I was appreciating the view."
Amara hooked one finger beneath his chin. "You can appreciate it with your mouth."
Sirius didn't need to be told twice. He lowered his head and kissed the upper curve of her left breast.
Amara's skin felt impossibly soft beneath his lips. He kissed lower, taking his time as he explored the pale swell. His hand covered her other breast, and even his long fingers couldn't contain all of it.
He squeezed experimentally.
Amara's breath caught.
Sirius rolled her breast in his palm and brushed his thumb over the stiff pink nipple.
Amara arched beneath him with a sharp moan.
The sound ignited something hot and possessive inside his chest. Sirius circled her nipple with his thumb, watching it tighten further. "Sensitive?"
Amara's fingers closed around his hair. "Very…"
Sirius grinned against her skin. "Good." He took the nipple into his mouth.
Amara's entire body jerked.
Sirius sucked gently at first, drawing the swollen point between his lips while his tongue circled it. The hand in his hair tightened. Amara's thighs shifted restlessly against the mattress, and another moan escaped her.
He loved that sound.
He had known this woman for barely two days. She had arrived out of nowhere, killed a basilisk, fought a small army, nearly murdered the Dark Lord, and dragged Sirius back from death itself.
Now she was squirming beneath his mouth.
The knowledge went straight to his cock.
Sirius sucked harder.
Amara's back arched, lifting her breast more firmly against his lips. Her heel dug into the mattress, and her free hand grabbed at the coverlet.
Amara gasped his name. "S-Sirius..."
He wanted to hear her say it again. Sirius released her nipple with a soft, wet sound and moved to the other breast. He kissed the pale flesh, dragged his tongue slowly toward the second nipple, and drew it into his mouth.
Amara moaned again.
For one brief moment, the possibility that they were/might actually be related flickered through his mind. She carried the Black name. She claimed to belong to an obscure American branch of the family…
Then Sirius looked at her spread beneath him.
Her shirt lay open. Her breasts were flushed from his mouth. Her pink nipples glistened. Her emerald eyes stared up at him with naked hunger while her fingers urged his head back toward her chest.
Any remaining hesitation vanished. He didn't care if or how much they could be related.
He lowered his mouth to her breast again.
A rustle of clothing beside them pulled his attention away.
Lily had sat up. She stared at Sirius with flushed determination, caught the hem of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. Her red hair fell into disarray around her face. She tossed the shirt onto the floor and reached behind herself to unfasten her bra.
The red garment slipped down her arms.
Sirius went still again.
Lily's breasts were smaller than Amara's, but they were no less beautiful. They fit the slim lines of her body perfectly. Soft, pale curves scattered with faint freckles. Her nipples were darker pink than Amara's, tightened into hard points beneath his stare.
Lily's confidence began to falter under the intensity of his attention. She shifted one arm as if she might cover herself.
Sirius caught her wrist before she could. He looked up into her eyes and slowly shook his head. Sirius brushed his thumb across the inside of her wrist. "Don't hide."
Lily swallowed, but she allowed him to lower her arm.
James was a fucking idiot. He had spent years chasing Lily, irritating her, boasting in front of her, and acting as though persistence would eventually entitle him to her affection. Yet somehow, in the end, it was Sirius who was kneeling on the same bed as her.
Sirius shifted away from Amara and moved toward Lily.
Lily's breathing became shallow as he settled above her. Her gaze briefly dropped toward Amara as if seeking reassurance.
Amara rolled onto her side and rested one hand on Lily's stomach.
Amara gave Lily an encouraging smile.
Lily looked back at Sirius.
Lily raised one hand and placed it against his cheek. "Be gentle…"
Sirius turned his head and kissed her palm. "Unless you ask me not to be."
Lily's lips parted.
Sirius lowered his head before she could decide how to answer.
He kissed the freckled slope of her breast.
Lily trembled beneath him. Sirius followed the scattered freckles with his lips, moving lower until his breath washed across her nipple.
Lily's fingers sank into his hair.
Sirius flicked his tongue over the hardened point.
Lily gasped and pulled him closer.
That was all the invitation he needed.
Sirius drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked!
Lily's hips lifted from the mattress. Her thighs pressed together, and a breathless moan escaped her before she could suppress it.
Amara watched from beside them, one hand lazily stroking her own breast where Sirius's mouth had left the skin damp and flushed.
Sirius sucked Lily's nipple again, harder this time.
Lily whispered his name in a broken little sound that made his cock pulse.
He released her breast and captured her mouth instead. Lily kissed him messily, the last of her hesitation dissolving as her tongue met his.
Amara moved closer.
She kissed Sirius's shoulder before trailing her mouth along his neck. Her breasts pressed against his arm, their softness making him groan into Lily's mouth.
Sirius broke the kiss and turned toward Amara.
He kissed her deeply, then shifted back to Lily before either woman could complain. He moved between them with growing hunger, kissing their mouths, their throats, and every inch of exposed skin he could reach.
His hand closed around Amara's breast as his mouth returned to Lily's. Then he reversed them, sucking one of Amara's sensitive pink nipples while his fingers teased Lily's smaller, freckled breast.
Every sound encouraged him.
Amara moaned openly and rolled her hips against the bed. Lily tried to remain quieter, but each pull of his mouth drew another breathless gasp from her. When Sirius switched again, Lily's fingers clenched around his shoulders while Amara dragged her nails lightly down his back.
Sirius lifted his mouth from Amara's breast. Her nipple glistened beneath the lamplight, swollen and darkened from his attention. Lily's breasts were flushed as well, faint marks already blooming where his mouth had lingered against her freckled skin.
Both witches looked thoroughly kissed.
Amara's black hair spread across the bed in tangled waves. Her shirt hung open, framing her pale breasts and narrow waist. Lily lay pressed against her side with her red hair in complete disarray, her lips swollen and her chest rising rapidly.
Sirius could scarcely believe this was happening.
Sirius sat back and looked between them. "You're both absolutely gorgeous."
Amara smiled lazily, clearly pleased by the compliment.
Lily's face softened despite her lingering embarrassment.
Sirius placed one hand over his heart. "I might be the luckiest bloke in Hogwarts."
Amara lifted an amused eyebrow.
Sirius allowed a wicked grin to spread across his face. "Of course, that also makes the two of you the luckiest witches in Hogwarts."
Amara snorted.
Lily made almost exactly the same sound beside her.
Their matching reaction made Sirius laugh.
Lily rolled her eyes. "There he is."
Sirius leaned closer. "Were you worried death might have damaged my confidence?"
Lily reached up and flicked him on the forehead. "I was hoping it might have made you slightly less unbearable."
Amara stretched sinuously against the mattress. "Don't be cruel, Lily. His ego was probably the only thing powerful enough to guide his soul back into his body."
Sirius caught Amara's wandering hand and kissed her fingertips. "I thought it was your tongue."
Amara's pupils expanded.
Lily's blush immediately returned.
Sirius grinned, pleased with himself, and shifted his attention toward Lily's remaining clothes. Her skirt had ridden halfway up her thighs during their kissing. Pale skin disappeared beneath the dark fabric, and every restless movement offered him another glimpse of the red panties underneath.
Sirius placed his hand against Lily's knee and slowly slid it upward.
Lily's breath caught as his palm traveled along the inside of her thigh. She watched his hand move, her lips parting when his fingers reached the hem of her skirt.
Sirius curled his fingers around the fabric. "May I?"
Lily hesitated only briefly before raising her hips from the mattress. "Yes..."
Sirius pulled the skirt downward. The fabric caught around her hips, requiring Lily to lift herself farther while he worked it past her ass. Once freed, the skirt slid down her long legs and dropped onto the floor.
Her red panties remained. They were simple compared with some of the lingerie Sirius had seen, but the sight of them made his cock throb. The material stretched over the soft mound between Lily's thighs, already darkened by a visible patch of moisture.
Lily instinctively pressed her knees together.
Amara reached across and stroked one hand along Lily's thigh. Amara gave her an encouraging smile. "You're beautiful."
Lily looked toward her and slowly relaxed.
Sirius hooked his fingers into the waistband of Lily's panties. He paused again, giving her every opportunity to stop him.
Lily raised her hips without being asked.
That quiet gesture nearly destroyed the last of his restraint.
Sirius pulled the red panties down. They clung briefly to Lily's damp pussy before slipping free. He dragged them past her knees and ankles, then dropped them beside her discarded skirt.
Lily lay naked in front of him.
A neat patch of dark red curls covered her mound, trimmed but natural. Beneath it, her pussy was flushed and visibly wet, the lips swollen from arousal. Moisture glistened between them and coated the uppermost part of her inner thighs.
Lily seemed acutely aware of his stare. Her knees shifted closer together again, though she didn't completely close them.
Sirius rested his hand on one of her thighs. "Merlin, Lily…"
Lily's fingers twisted in the bedspread. "Is that a good reaction?"
Sirius looked into her nervous green eyes. "It's a struggle not to cum in my trousers."
Lily's embarrassment collided with obvious pleasure at the answer.
Before Sirius could explore her further, Amara slipped out from beneath him and climbed off the bed. She stood at the foot of the mattress wearing only her open shirt, skirt, and a tiny black thong.
Sirius watched her reach for the waistband of her skirt.
Amara held his gaze as she unfastened it. "You might want to pay attention."
Sirius settled back and gave her his complete, undivided attention.
Amara pushed the skirt down over her hips. It pooled around her ankles, and she stepped out of it one foot at a time. The black thong left almost nothing to his imagination. A narrow triangle covered her pussy, while the back disappeared entirely between the full, pale curves of her ass.
She turned around slowly.
Sirius's mouth went dry.
Amara's ass was magnificent—round, firm, and perfectly proportioned to her narrow waist and long legs. She hooked both thumbs beneath the sides of her thong, then bent forward as she pulled it down.
The motion pushed her ass toward him.
Sirius stared helplessly as the material slid over those pale curves and revealed everything beneath. Amara's pussy was completely bare, without a single hair interrupting the smooth expanse of ghostly skin.
Her thighs were soaked. Wetness glistened along the insides of both legs, tracing shining paths nearly halfway toward her knees. Her swollen pink pussy lips were clearly visible between them, slick and slightly parted from her arousal.
Amara stepped free of the thong but remained bent over for another deliberate second.
She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Amara glanced back over her shoulder. "Still think you're just the luckiest wizard in Hogwarts?"
Sirius's voice came out rougher than he intended. "I might be the luckiest wizard alive."
Amara straightened and let her open shirt slide from her shoulders.
The last piece of clothing dropped to the floor.
She turned to face him fully.
Sirius looked from Amara to Lily and momentarily forgot every clever remark he had ever learned.
Lily reclined on the bed with her legs partly closed, naked except for the blush covering half her body. Her breasts were soft and freckled, her red curls slightly damp between her thighs.
Amara stood beside the bed without even the pretense of modesty. Her pale body looked carved from moonlight, all full breasts, narrow waist, flared hips, and long legs. Her bare pussy glistened openly, advertising exactly how desperately aroused she was.
They were entirely different.
They were both exquisite.
Amara placed one knee on the bed and climbed back beside Lily. Their naked bodies brushed together as she settled against the pillows.
Amara looked pointedly at Sirius's clothes. "You appear to be overdressed."
Lily's gaze moved down his body and stopped at the prominent bulge in his trousers.
Lily licked her lips without seeming to realize she had done it.
Sirius reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.
Both witches stared.
Years of dueling, Quidditch, running from Filch, and regularly fleeing the consequences of his own decisions had left Sirius lean and well-defined. His shoulders were broad, his stomach was flat, and hard lines of muscle shifted across his torso as he lowered his arms.
Amara's gaze traveled over him.
Lily stared almost as openly, though she turned red when Sirius caught her doing it.
Sirius flexed his stomach for their benefit. "You're allowed to look."
Lily's eyes followed his hands despite her attempted dignity.
Sirius opened his trousers and shoved them down with his underwear.
His cock sprang free. The sudden release was nearly painful. His shaft slapped heavily against his lower stomach before settling outward, thick and rigid beneath the lamplight. The flushed head already glistened with a bead of precum, while the aching balls beneath it swayed from the movement.
Lily gasped. Her eyes widened as she stared at him. Lily's gaze moved slowly from his balls to the tip and then back again. "That's the first one I've ever seen."
Sirius resisted the urge to make the moment even more embarrassing for her. Barely. Sirius stepped out of his discarded trousers. "Is it everything you hoped it would be?"
Lily looked from his cock to his face. "I had no idea what to hope for."
Amara reclined against the pillows and studied his erection as though evaluating a new wand. Her eyes lingered over the thickness, the slight upward curve, and the drop of precum shining at the tip. She appeared much calmer than Lily, but her thighs rubbed together beneath Sirius's attention. Amara tilted her head. "...It's a nice cock, I suppose."
Sirius stared at her.
Amara maintained an expression of perfect innocence.
Sirius wrapped one hand around his shaft and gave it a slow stroke. "...You suppose?"
Amara's eyes followed the movement of his fist. "I'll need a closer examination before reaching a final conclusion."
Sirius's cock pulsed in his hand.
She was going to be the death of him. Again.
He climbed onto the bed between the two naked witches. For one indecisive moment, Sirius wondered which of them he should fuck first?
Lily was watching his cock with a combination of fascination and uncertainty. She had already admitted that she had never seen one before, and Sirius suspected her only sexual experience had been with Amara that morning.
Amara was different. Her pussy was so wet that she had left a damp mark on the sheet beneath her. Her green eyes were filled with desire, and her chest rose rapidly as Sirius looked at her.
Decision made.
Sirius caught Amara by the hips and pushed her onto her back.
Amara landed against the pillows with a startled laugh. Her black hair spread around her face, and her full breasts bounced from the movement.
Sirius moved between her legs. He placed one hand beneath each knee and pushed her thighs apart.
Her pussy opened to him.
Sirius stopped breathing.
Up close, she was even more aroused than he had realized. Her outer lips were swollen and pink against her pale skin. The inner folds glistened with wetness, and her clit peeked from beneath its hood as her legs spread wider. Moisture had gathered at her entrance and continued to leak slowly onto the sheet.
Sirius stroked his cock once more.
Amara watched his hand, anticipation tightening every line of her body.
Lily shifted closer beside them. She lay on one hip with her head supported by her hand, staring at the place where Sirius knelt between Amara's open thighs.
Sirius lowered himself over Amara. He braced one hand beside her head and held his cock with the other. The swollen tip touched the upper edge of her pussy.
Amara inhaled sharply.
Sirius dragged the head downward. Her wet folds parted around him. Wetness coated the underside of his shaft as he rubbed himself along her pussy, passing over her clit before sliding toward her entrance.
Amara's hips twitched.
Sirius repeated the motion. His cock glided easily between her soaked lips. Each pass smeared more of her wetness across his shaft. The head bumped her clit, traveled down, and pressed lightly against the tight opening without entering.
Amara moaned and lifted her hips toward him.
Then something in her expression changed. The bold confidence disappeared from her eyes. Her lips parted, but no teasing remark emerged. She looked up at Sirius with sudden, unmistakable nervousness.
Sirius stopped before pushing any farther. Sirius eased some of his weight off her. "Is something wrong?"
Amara stared into his face. Her gaze moved across his features as if she were seeing someone else superimposed over him. Grief flickered behind her eyes. So did guilt, confusion, and a desire intense enough to make her tremble.
Amara swallowed. "...I don't know."
Sirius kept the head of his cock resting between her slick folds without entering her. "Do you want me to stop?"
Amara hesitated.
Beside them, Lily reached out and took Amara's hand.
Lily laced their fingers together and watched her carefully. "You don't have to do anything you don't want."
Amara squeezed Lily's hand.
Her gaze returned to Sirius. She still looked nervous, but she didn't close her legs or pull away.
Amara slowly shook her head. "Don't stop."
Sirius studied her for another moment before moving again. He kept the pressure gentle. Rather than entering her, he rubbed his cock between her folds, allowing the shaft to slide over her clit in slow, wet strokes.
Amara's breath hitched.
Sirius drew his hips back and pushed forward, gliding through her slickness. Her pussy lips hugged the sides of his shaft. Each movement pressed the underside of his cock against her swollen clit without crossing the final boundary.
Amara's eyes fluttered closed.
Sirius watched pleasure gradually soften the tension in her face. Her hips began moving with his, meeting every stroke. More wetness coated him until his cock shone from base to tip.
Lily's thumb stroked the back of Amara's hand.
Sirius continued rubbing against her, waiting. He wanted to bury himself inside her so badly that his entire body hurt, but he needed her to choose it while looking at him.
Amara opened her eyes. She studied Sirius for several long seconds. Whatever battle had been taking place inside her finally ended. Amara's fingers tightened around Lily's hand as a reckless smile slowly appeared on her face. Amara rolled her hips and deliberately guided the head of Sirius's cock against her entrance. "Fuck it."
Sirius held himself motionless.
Amara looked directly into his eyes. "I'm going to hell anyway..."
Lily made a startled sound beside her.
Amara lifted her free hand and curled it around the back of Sirius's neck. "I don't care anymore." She pulled him closer until their lips nearly touched. Amara's breath washed hotly across his mouth. "Please fuck me, Sirius."
Every fragment of restraint inside him snapped. Sirius's smile turned feral. "With pleasure." He guided the head of his cock into her.
Amara's entrance stretched around the swollen tip. The first inch slipped inside with a wet, obscene sound, and Sirius groaned as searing heat closed around him.
She was impossibly tight.
Sirius pushed farther.
Her slick walls yielded gradually, gripping every inch as his cock slid into her. He watched himself disappear between her swollen pink lips, his shaft shining with her wetness as her body swallowed him.
Amara's mouth fell open. Her back arched, breasts lifting toward him as he pressed steadily deeper. Her nails dug into the back of his neck. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around him, squeezing hard enough to make his vision blur.
Sirius had fucked other women before.
None of them had ever felt like this.
Amara's pussy was pure bliss around his cock—soft, wet, and tight enough to drag against every sensitive ridge. Her body seemed to pulse around him with a faint magical rhythm, as though her nature recognized that he was inside her and wanted to pull him deeper.
Sirius moaned openly. He continued watching until the final inches vanished inside her and his hips settled against the backs of her soaked thighs.
His balls rested heavily against her ass.
Amara took all of him. Her green eyes stared up at him, wide and burning with pleasure, while her pussy clenched around his buried cock.
Sirius braced himself above her and tried desperately not to come before he had even begun moving. His cock throbbed between the impossibly soft walls of her pussy. She gripped him so tightly that he could feel every small contraction traveling along his shaft, squeezing from the swollen head to the base.
His balls quivered against the soft, rounded curves of her ass.
Amara's pussy pulsed again.
Her legs remained spread around him. Her breasts rose and fell with every rapid breath, nipples still swollen from his mouth. A few strands of black hair clung to her damp forehead.
Sirius brushed the hair away from her face. "You're incredible." Sirius groaned.
Amara's lips parted around another shaky breath.
Sirius lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Absolutely beautiful."
Amara curled one arm around his shoulders and pulled him down for a deeper kiss.
Sirius gave her what she wanted. He kissed her slowly while remaining motionless inside her. His tongue slipped between her lips. Her pussy continued clenching around him, each contraction threatening to shred what little control he had left.
He had promised to fuck her. Sirius Black kept his important promises!
He drew his hips back.
Amara's pussy resisted his withdrawal, clinging to his cock as several wet inches slowly emerged. The sensation made his breath catch. He stopped before the head could slip free, then pushed forward again.
His cock slid home with a slick, obscene sound!
Amara broke their kiss and gasped.
Sirius repeated the movement. He started slowly, allowing both of them to feel every inch. Each withdrawal dragged his shaft along the tight, rippling walls of her pussy. Each thrust buried him deep enough for his hips to meet her ass.
Amara's eyes fluttered. Her nails dug into his shoulders.
Sirius increased the pace. He pulled halfway out and pressed back in, watching her breasts bounce with the motion. Her wetness coated his cock and gathered around the base, making every thrust smoother than the last.
Amara suddenly threw her head back. Her mouth opened around a loud broken cry. Her spine arched from the mattress, lifting her breasts toward him while her legs snapped tightly around his waist.
Her pussy convulsed!
Sirius froze in astonishment as a violent series of contractions seized his cock. Amara writhed beneath him, hips grinding upward while waves of pleasure rolled through her body.
She had cum after barely half a dozen thrusts.
Sirius stared down at her.
Amara's face twisted beautifully with pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her black hair whipped across the pillows as she tossed her head from side to side, and helpless moans spilled from her with every contraction.
Her pussy became even wetter around him. A rush of hot fluid escaped around his buried cock and spread beneath her ass. Her inner walls squeezed him so hard that Sirius had to grit his teeth to avoid coming with her.
The sight filled him with savage pride. He had made Amara Black lose control!
Sirius held himself still until the worst of her contractions eased.
He brushed his thumb across her flushed cheek. "I really am an amazing lover, aren't I?"
Amara opened her eyes. Her cheeks turned bright pink, which Sirius had not known was physically possible for someone so pale.
Amara drew an unsteady breath. "Don't be too proud of yourself—I was extremely pent up…"
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Is that your official explanation?"
Amara attempted to glare at him, though the lingering pleasure softened it considerably.
Sirius rolled his hips, pushing his cock firmly against the deepest part of her.
Amara's expression disintegrated into another moan.
Sirius grinned. "I'll accept that as confirmation."
Amara clenched around him deliberately. "Arrogant bastard."
Sirius slowly withdrew. "You like me arrogant."
Amara's legs tightened around his waist. "I haven't decided whether I like you at all."
Sirius thrust back into her hard enough to make her breasts bounce. "Then I'd better convince you." He began moving again before her first orgasm had fully released her.
Amara's oversensitive pussy clenched desperately around each thrust. Her hips squirmed beneath him, uncertain whether to seek more pressure or escape it. Sirius caught her by the waist and kept her exactly where he wanted her.
He fucked her with long, passionate strokes. Each thrust buried his cock completely. Each withdrawal left only the swollen head inside before he pressed forward again. Her wet pussy made filthy sounds around him, the rhythmic slap of their bodies gradually filling the room.
Sirius bent and kissed her.
Amara moaned into his mouth while he continued thrusting. Her fingers slid into his hair, holding him close as their tongues met. She kissed him with the same desperate intensity that consumed the rest of her body.
He moved from her lips and kissed lower. Sirius dragged his mouth down her throat, biting lightly at the pale skin before soothing each mark with his tongue. He reached her breasts and caught one bouncing nipple between his lips.
Amara cried out.
He sucked her breast while fucking her, enjoying how every pull of his mouth made her pussy tighten around his cock. One hand groped her other breast, squeezing its soft weight and rolling the sensitive nipple beneath his thumb.
The mattress shifted beside them.
Sirius looked toward Lily. She lay naked on her side, staring at the place where his body joined Amara's. Her freckled breasts rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. Her thighs had spread apart, giving him an unobstructed view of her wet pussy.
One of Lily's hands rested between her legs. Her fingers moved in slow circles over her swollen clit.
Sirius watched her pleasure herself.
Lily's green eyes remained fixed on his cock disappearing into Amara. Her mouth opened around a quiet moan each time he drove forward. Wetness glistened over her fingers and along the red curls covering her mound.
The knowledge that Lily was touching herself while watching him fuck another woman sent a fresh surge through his body.
Sirius released Amara's breast. "Enjoying the view, Evans?"
Lily's fingers stopped. Her face flared crimson, but she didn't remove her hand. Lily lifted her chin with admirable defiance. "It's educational I suppose…"
Sirius drove his cock into Amara again. Amara's cry echoed through the room.
Sirius looked directly at Lily. "Pay close attention then!"
Lily's fingers resumed their movement.
Sirius returned his full attention to the witch beneath him. Amara was already building toward another orgasm. He could feel it in the increasingly frantic contractions of her pussy and the way her legs trembled around him.
He pulled himself out of her.
Amara immediately whimpered at the loss. Her empty pussy fluttered visibly, her swollen pink lips shining with arousal.
Sirius caught both of her legs beneath the knees. He lifted them, pushing her thighs forward until her knees approached her breasts. The position folded Amara's body and exposed her completely, leaving her pussy spread open and vulnerable beneath him.
Amara stared up at Sirius, breathing hard.
He turned his head and kissed the inside of her ankle.
Amara shivered.
Sirius trailed his mouth down her calf, then kissed the back of her knee. He repeated the attention on her other leg, enjoying the softness of her skin and the way she squirmed with impatience.
Amara dug her fingers into the sheets. "Sirius!"
He positioned himself between her folded thighs. Sirius rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance. "Yes?"
Amara glared at him. "Stop teasing me!"
Sirius nudged the swollen head slightly inside. "What would you prefer?"
Amara's eyes burned into his. "Fuck me!"
That was precisely what Sirius wanted to hear. He shoved forward. His cock plunged back into her slick pussy in one hard stroke, burying itself to the base.
Amara screamed!
Sirius held her legs forward and began pounding her. The new position allowed him to penetrate even deeper. His hips struck her upturned ass with every thrust. Her pussy stretched tightly around his cock, flooded with so much wetness that he could drive into her without restraint.
Amara loved it.
Her head thrashed against the pillows. Her breasts shook wildly with the force of his movements. Each deep thrust dragged another raw cry from her throat.
Sirius fucked her harder.
The bed creaked beneath them. The headboard struck the wall in a rapid rhythm. His balls slapped against the soft underside of her ass while her pussy swallowed his cock again and again.
Amara reached up and grabbed her own legs, helping hold them against her body. The position left Sirius's hands free. He gripped her hips and drove into her cunt with everything he had.
Amara's green eyes rolled upward. "Fuck—yes!"
Sirius watched his cock slide in and out of her. Each withdrawal revealed the thick shaft coated in her slickness. Her swollen pussy lips clung to him, briefly pulling outward before snapping back around the next thrust. Every time he buried himself, her body accepted him eagerly, tightening around the base as if trying to keep him inside.
Amara looked made to take his cock.
The thought was arrogant. Sirius didn't care.
He leaned over her folded body and pressed their foreheads together. Sweat gathered along his spine. His muscles burned from the pace, but the pleasure building inside him made stopping impossible.
Sirius grunted with each thrust.
Amara met him eagerly, rocking her hips despite the position. She moaned his name between broken curses, her pussy gripping him harder with every passing second.
Beside them, Lily's fingers moved faster over her clit. Her other hand squeezed one of her breasts. She pinched the nipple while watching Sirius pound Amara, and a shudder passed through her naked body.
Sirius wanted her too. The sight of Lily waiting beside them should have encouraged him to slow down and preserve his strength.
Instead, it pushed him closer to the edge.
Pressure gathered violently at the base of his cock. His balls tightened, drawing upward as his climax approached.
Sirius's thrusts became shorter and harder.
Amara seemed to recognize the change. Her eyes focused on his face, and her legs tightened around his shoulders.
He didn't ask where she wanted him to finish. He was too far gone, too overwhelmed by her body and the sight of her taking him. Every instinct demanded that he remain buried as deep as possible!
Sirius drove into her one final time. His hips slammed against her ass. His cock buried itself completely.
Sirius came!
The first pulse tore through him with enough force to make his entire body seize. His balls contracted, and a thick jet of cum erupted deep inside Amara's pussy.
Sirius groaned her name. Another heavy spurt followed, then another.
His cock pulsed violently inside her, flooding her with a huge load. Each contraction emptied more of his seed into her depths. Hot cum filled her pussy and gathered around his buried shaft while he held her folded beneath him.
Amara's eyes widened. The feeling of him coming inside her pushed her over the edge. Her pussy clamped around his cock with startling force.
"I'm cumming again!" Amara screamed! Her entire body convulsed beneath him. Her legs shook against his shoulders, and her nails tore at the sheets as another powerful orgasm consumed her.
Sirius watched her come around him while he continued spilling his seed inside her.
It was the most incredible thing he had ever seen.
Amara's face was completely unguarded, twisted with helpless pleasure. Her swollen lips formed his name between desperate moans. Her pussy milked his cock, squeezing rhythmically as if determined to take every drop his balls could produce.
More fluid escaped around the base of his shaft.
The combination of her orgasm and his cum overflowed onto the sheets, coating the place where their bodies met.
Sirius remained buried until the last pulse faded. His chest heaved. Sweat covered his body. Every muscle trembled from the effort of holding himself above her.
Amara slowly lowered her legs.
They fell limply to either side of his hips. Her entire body appeared boneless, her breasts rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath.
Sirius expected his cock to soften.
It didn't. He was still painfully hard inside her.
The climax had relieved some of the pressure, but the sight of Lily lying beside them kept his arousal burning. Her fingers remained against her clit. Her thighs were open. Her wet pussy waited beneath a neat patch of red curls.
Sirius looked down at Amara.
She appeared dazed and at least temporarily satisfied, but even as he shifted, her pussy tightened possessively around him.
He drew his hips back.
His cum-covered cock slowly slipped out of her.
Amara's pussy clung to him until the swollen head finally popped free. A mixture of their fluids followed, leaking from her used entrance and sliding down between the curves of her ass.
Amara whined at the sudden emptiness. Her green eyes opened halfway. "Where are you going?"
Sirius turned toward Lily.
Lily froze beneath his attention. Her fingers stopped moving, still resting against her swollen clit. Her breathing accelerated as she looked from Sirius's rigid, cum-slick cock to his face.
Sirius caught Lily around the waist. He pulled her toward the center of the bed and flipped her onto her stomach.
Lily gasped as her breasts pressed into the mattress.
Sirius took hold of her hips and lifted them, positioning her on her hands and knees. Her red hair spilled around her face. Her back arched naturally, raising her ass toward him.
He sat back and admired her.
Lily's ass was smaller than Amara's but beautifully shaped—soft, pale, and scattered with a handful of faint freckles. Her position exposed the wet red curls between her thighs and the slick pink pussy beneath them.
Sirius placed both hands on her ass. He squeezed the soft curves, spreading them slightly while his thumbs traced the place where they met her thighs.
Lily shivered. She looked back over her shoulder at him, green eyes wide with nervous anticipation. Her lips opened, perhaps to ask him to be gentle or to say something clever enough to preserve what remained of her dignity.
Before she could produce a word, Sirius positioned his cock against her entrance.
Lily instinctively widened her knees. Her hips pressed backward.
That was all the invitation Sirius needed. He pushed forward.
His cum-coated cock slipped inside her wet pussy!
Lily's unfinished words became a loud cry.
She was tighter than Amara. Her pussy stretched around the thick head, resisting for a moment before yielding to the steady pressure. Sirius gripped her hips and continued pushing, watching his slick shaft disappear beneath the red curls.
Lily's arms trembled.
Sirius buried himself deeper.
The remnants of his cum helped his cock glide into her, mixing with Lily's wetness and coating her inner walls. Inch after inch vanished until his hips met her soft ass.
Lily lowered her head and moaned into the mattress.
Sirius held himself still for a moment, overwhelmed by the tight walls gripping him. He kneaded Lily's ass beneath both hands.
Sirius drew a ragged breath. "Your pussy feels incredible!"
Lily looked back at him again, her green eyes clouded with pleasure.
Sirius pulled halfway out.
Lily's pussy tightened around his retreating shaft.
Then Sirius drove himself back inside and began pounding her from behind!
(R-18 scene end)