#muggle stuff

Colleen whipped around and jumped to her feet, not startled but completely overcome with joy. Growing more in tune with magic— especially the magic that was at the root of attraction and love— had her knowing deep down Sirius would come. He must have apparated in at the back of the flat, because she'd missed the "pop" that would have announced his arrival. She felt a wide smile spread across her face, which became damp within seconds from the accompanying tears. Her nose buried itself in the thick flannel shirt that had shielded him from the cold December night. It was somehow warm against her face from his body heat in spite of frigid London winter. His long fingers tucked her curled waves behind her ears, his blue-gray eyes soft and worshipful as he began to kiss her tears away.

"Welcome home, Batman," Colleen sighed happily. For all of one week after meeting her, Sirius had let her believe he was just a man, but there had been many signs of something odd going on in his life. She'd intuited them as him working for some vigilante group to fight organized crime, which wasn't all that far from the truth he’d soon revealed about his role in the magical world. But the vigilante nickname stuck, as Sirius rather liked the persona of a slightly dark, masked superhero.

Sirius didn't respond, just grinning from ear to ear and taking possession of her waist with his strong hands. Their eyes locked and seemed to communicate two months of missed opportunity before he gave a lazy wave of his wand toward the CD player he'd enchanted, commanding it to play soft Christmas tunes. He still had snow scattered throughout his mahogany curls, and they melted one by one as Colleen's fingers raked and twisted their way through her favorite activity.

The flannel shirt offered the slightest glimpse of his neck tattoo— the one from Azkaban. The sight of it always made her heart swell with an aching desire to soothe the pain she knew still hid somewhere in his mind. It would reveal itself in nightmares, grimaces, and faraway stares. She pressed her lips to the ink before continuing loving nuzzles and nips below his ear. Sirius let out a low growl, and Colleen took a deep breath. His scent...god, his scent. It did indescribable things to her. Pixies seemed to clamor in her lower belly.

"Please let me make love to you," Sirius whispered. "All night. In every way."

"Aren't you a bit tired after your journey?" Colleen murmured in reply. Nonetheless, she took both his hands in hers and began walking backward to her bedroom.

Sirius shook his head. "Sweetheart, I'm hungry like the wolf."

She giggled, loving the fact that after two months in the wizarding world and the wilderness, he still tried to use Muggle phrases. "Are you going to talk in corny lyrics and movie lines forever now?"

He laughed in return. "Rhiannon's turning you into a witch, and I'm turning into a Muggle. I guess we'll just meet in the middle and be perfect. Sound like a plan?"

Colleen nodded in the affirmative and started in on his shirt buttons the moment they crossed the bedroom threshold, anxious to drink him in with her eyes. Once the flannel was cast aside, her palms splayed against his warm skin, and she opened her mouth to the deep, hungry kisses Sirius began planting on her lips. He tasted so good; obviously since he'd spent the last two months trekking through the wilderness, he'd brushed his teeth magically. Colleen could taste peppermint and vanilla mixed with a strange yet alluring smoky substance she hadn't tasted on him before.

"Pipeweed," Sirius said with a chuckle in response to the curious "Hmm" she let out upon tasting it.

"Dumbledore and I...errr...celebrated a bit before adjourning for holiday."

"Well, I suppose you deserved it," Colleen said with a laugh. "Though I can only guess what it is or does.”

"It’s rare…mystical…ancient. It really puts you in tune with your deepest senses and urges," Sirius explained. "All I could think about as I slept last night was..." he trailed off, his long fingers grasping the white piping at the bottom of her red nightgown.

Sirius scooted the silk up to rest on her waist, pinned up with the force of his body against hers. His fingers then played with the tops of her thighs where they met her behind, squeezing and kneading, then allowing those deft fingertips to slide lower into the sides of the silky knickers that matched her gown. He teased at the wetness that was already pooling in preparation for him, the pads of his fingers making circles at the very tip of her entrance while his tongue tickled the side of hers. It was still like their first kiss. Whenever he tickled her so gently and lovingly, it always triggered a sensation behind her eyes like she might cry from the emotion it wrought.

"What did you think about as you slept last night?" Colleen asked breathlessly, making sure he didn't forget to let her in on whatever secrets that very dirty mind of his had envisioned.

Sirius ignored her. Whether through true distraction or a desire to string her along, Colleen couldn't tell. "Mmm...so soft...so warm..." he praised her, his hands lifting the silk further now to slide up her stomach. He cupped her breasts, stroking their sides, squeezing like his hands had ached to feel them. Each squeeze sent a throb thundering between Colleen's legs, and she could literally feel herself opening to him— unfurling, hot and swollen.

"Sirius..." she whispered, "Your dream?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah, well..." Sirius walked her over to the bed, his frame pushing her down before he laid on top of her, his tongue now brushing what rivaled the most obvious spots as her favorite spot on her body— that small curve where her jaw met her throat. When Sirius laid his tongue flat against it, it sent her mind whirling.

"Your scent..." he groaned, as if the tiny spot of skin filled his senses with something painful. His hips rutted forward, and his erection was so stiff Colleen thought it might bruise her thigh. Each pulse of it made her pussy throb in turn, a call and response completely out of their conscious control.

“The dream..." she panted as he abandoned the little electric spot on her neck in favor of lapping at her pebble hard nipples instead. She watched his tongue flick and glisten over the aroused peaks before stiffening and moving to the sides of her breasts, teeth sinking into the delicate flesh. Mother of Merlin, she was on fire.

"Dreamed about filling you up," Sirius finally muttered, his voice barely above a growl. His blue gray eyes were almost black now, nearly all pupil as he straightened to free his straining cock. Colleen reached out eagerly to help, excited to view his impressive, godlike inches once again. The wizard deserved a statue in a museum.

"So fill me up," Colleen responded with a sexy smile. "Though I'm sure there was more to it than that."

Sirius grasped his shaft and sank back onto the mattress with her, running his tip over the soaked red silk she still wore. Colleen cried out at the sensation. Just as soon as he'd nestled it there, Sirius removed it to scoot down between her legs, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck...Mine..." It was a primal, guttural declaration. The red silk was soon a thing of the past, sailing across the bedroom and landing on a lampshade. Sirius's nose was soon buried between her folds, even going so far as to enter her, and he breathed again.

"Sirius, what are you...?"

"You know, love," he chided her gently, the vibrations of his words hitting the front wall of her pussy with a jolt. "You've got this dog scent-trained, remember? The smell of this wet pussy makes me want to howl."

"So howl," Colleen dared him. "Assuming you cast a silencing charm?" Colleen didn't know how Muggle parents had any kind of sex life at all without such things.

Sirius smiled sheepishly. "That was metaphorical, darling. Only Padfoot howls, and you've made it quite clear you're not ready for him yet.”

Colleen's face flushed a deep holly berry red. Rhiannon had educated her through their sex magic lessons that an Animagus's partner could lay with their lover's beast form without guilt, since they were still a witch or a wizard in the soul and mind. But Colleen was still way too much of a Muggle to wrap her brain around that, and she wasn't sure that would ever change.

"It's okay, pup," Sirius assured her with a wink. "We have our whole lives ahead of us and plenty of time to explore. I'll only do what my queen wants. But she has to tell me. What do you want, my sweet love?"

Colleen's smile returned. She'd been so shy when they had first met, and Sirius had been merciless with his games of dirty talk. But she was a pro at it now.

"Taste me, Sirius Black," she played along. "Taste me like you've forgotten what I taste like and want to make sure you never forget again. And make me come all over your mouth like I've forgotten how and need to be reminded."

It wasn't a howl, but a growl that once again escaped Sirius's chest as his scratchy brown whiskers descended on the soft skin between her legs. There was no better feeling in the world than Sirius's stubble on her skin. Except maybe his lips on her clit...devouring her clit, drawing the sensitive bud into the protection of her labia and then sucking the whole mound into his mouth, shaking his head like he was tearing at her.

"Ahhhh...uhhh...oh, god..."

Sirius released her. "Not god, love. Your wizard. Say my name."

"Sirius...please...oh, please don't stop..."

His mouth returned to his work, his tonguing interspersed with praises. "Beautiful cunt," he murmured. "Delicious...perfect." Sirius's tongue started to slide in and out her hole, wet and pointed and firm, and Colleen bucked against his face for more pressure.

"Is this what you want love?" Sirius asked, holding up two fingers in a V. "A bit more pressure on those sweet spots?"

Colleen nodded with a wordless whine.

"Words, pup."

“Finger me," she begged, her head throwing back in frustration as the blood kept rushing to her aching center.

Sirius winked again and shook his head excitedly as he dove back in, his shining dark curls tickling her thighs. His tongue snaked around her clit this time and his fingers began to sweep in gentle swishes along her walls, causing her eyes to roll back in her head.

"Oh, Sirius...I can't last...I'm going to come."

“Come, sweetheart," he encouraged her. "Over and over. Let's see how many."

Colleen gave herself over to the waves that started at the depth of her core and spread outward to every nerve, shaking from head to toe and everything in between. Rhiannon had made sure she had toys to continue in her sex magic practices during Sirius's absence, but orgasms with silicone were nothing compared to the ones from Sirius Black's skilled fingers and mouth. Her hands flew to his head, and she jerked instinctively back, but his hands held her firmly in place, his actions not letting up in the slightest.

"It...it’s too much...Sirius...”

His mouth backed off but his fingers kept their insistent prodding. "Work through it, kitten. Focus. You can have another for me, right, love?"

His two fingers curled and pushed hard against her front wall, and suddenly Colleen wanted pressure back on her clit, knowing she could fall over the edge again...could give him what he wanted...

Sirius's mouth was back, this time a suction that held still and waited for her to drive the force. Her hips rutted tight against him, and her fingers desperately raked his curls.

"Yes...Sirius...I'm coming again...hurts…but it, it feels so good..."

More tremors washed over her, sending euphoric pulses through her limbs. Her head fell back into the pillow. Colleen felt a tiny squirt eject within her, and she blinked in surprise. The phenomenon certainly didn’t evade Sirius’s observant eye, and he pulled his fingers from her with a triumphant smirk.

“Ah, there they are— the ‘juices like wine,’” he quoted again from the Duran Duran song.

Colleen could feel a ridiculous grin spreading over face, completely drunk on him, drunk on orgasms. But her comedown didn't even last ten seconds before Sirius’s chest crashed onto hers, and his stiff cock was enveloped in her dripping wet walls. His pace was the same he'd maintained with his hand and mouth, making sure her rhythmic contractions started building once again to the melody he had set.

"Fuck, yeah, so hot and tight, pup. That pussy's missed me...needs me to fill it up...stretch it with my cock...breed it with my cum..."

The words tickled Colleen's eardrum and made it shake like a mini orgasm in her head just from dirty words. It was wrong to feel the way Sirius Black made her feel...it had to be. So dirty, so raw, so out of control. Her nails dug into his back, and she knew he'd be sporting little half moons along his skin from their unyielding grip. She was aware of the delicious friction of every inch of his strained, velvet skin stroking her channel, building to the point of impact between his thick tip and her deepest point, then repeating all over again. If she weren't so aroused it would hurt, but Sirius always knew how to get a lover ready for what he wanted. And he was skilled enough to know that the orgasms from that point, the one deep within the center of her core, were the ones that would send her flying into the stratosphere.

"Mmmm," Colleen groaned, "Your cock feels so good, Sirius. So big...so hard...made for me."

"Made for you, love. You take it like such a good girl. So good for me, kitten."

Sirius was kissing her again, his lips transmitting that magical electricity that hummed in her chest, like it gave life to her heart. Colleen gripped him and threw one leg over his, locking them together while she pushed him onto his back. Those blown pupils gazed up at her, and her fingers massaged over the runes on his pecs, his ribs, his biceps. Her hips gyrated like she was riding an animal— which of course she was, in multiple senses of the word.

"Mmm, yes...I love it when you ride me, sweetheart. When those tits bounce and I can watch that sweet pussy swallow my cock."

Sirius's right hand laid a playful slap on her behind, while his left squeezed her breast. Her own hands came up to lift her long hair off her back before it stuck to the thin film of sweat now covering her. Sirius grabbed his wand off the night table and produced a cool breeze drifting over her, and she smiled gratefully. The pounding of her hips on him became more insistent, and her clit sought more satisfaction, her body lurching forward on him in search of what it needed.

"I got you, love," he murmured, and placed a curved finger against her swell, allowing her to pound on its rigidity as her pussy did the same to his cock's. That point at her center started to ache, twisting back and forth between pain and the promise of exquisite pleasure— so burning, so intense, like it was ready to open up and take every drop of him.

"You're ready for it, aren't you?" Sirius rasped. "Want me to put my baby inside you?”

Colleen didn't (not yet), and she couldn't — she'd taken longer term precautions last year when she'd decided she most certainly didn't want to have another child with her terrible former husband. But none of that mattered to Sirius's favorite game.

“Yes, Sirius, please. Breed me. I want to have your pups." Her hips unleashed a wild torrent upon his rock hard length, and his chiseled, perfectly angled face contorted into pure bliss as he sent the coveted jets spiraling within her. That apex of pain and pleasure within her seemed to snap open to take him, and Colleen let out a deep, strained groan in a voice wholly unlike her own.

"Oh...yeah...sweet girl...feel that? So hot and wet inside you? Fucking mine."

Colleen didn't know if Sirius was talking about his stream or her, but it sounded perfect either way. She shuddered to a stillness atop him, and her body immediately berated her for allowing such a merciless pounding of her most intimate recess.

"Potion," she whimpered, wincing as she carefully dismounted him.

Sirius jumped up, and Colleen was momentarily distracted by appreciation of his tight backside as he made his way to their Potions cabinet. Severus and Rhiannon kept them well stocked since Sirius still couldn't be seen in Diagon Alley. Sirius made his way back to their bed with several bottles, which Colleen met with a look of curiosity.

He grinned and slid under the sheets beside her, lifting the dropper to hover above her tongue. "It's going to be a long night, love. Happy Christmas."

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