Hermione/sirius 소설 & 이야기

Sirius said, his voice a low purr. "I want you to fuck me," Harry gasped, his hips bucking up against Sirius's. "I want you to make me yours." Sirius groaned, his cock throbbing at Harry's words. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, slicking up his fingers before pressing one against Harry's tight hole. Harry whimpered as Sirius's finger breached him, his body clenching around the intrusion. Sirius worked him open slowly, adding a second and then a third finger, scissoring them to stretch Harry's tight hole.

She asked, her voice diplomatic and firm, ever the polite and accommodating hostess. Ben swallowed again. “Uh, Luna Select, as mate to the Alpha Select and Dauphin, it is technically up to you. I would only need a written–” “Wonderful!” Sirius exclaimed, clapping with unrepressed–and unprofessional–joy. “I can’t wait to get started.” But as if the sudden excitement had drained him, he looked to Jack. “I’m sorry. But I am getting fatigued. Would it be possible to take me back to the infirmary now?”

a guest sighed, prompting murmurs of agreement. "If I meet anyone suitable, I'll introduce them!" Sensing her plan nearing success, Grace took another drink and asked, "Do you like anyone in particular?" Sirius gritted his teeth. He was barely containing his irritation; one wrong word might make him snap at Grace. However, Grace was unaware of the tension brewing in Sirius, as she was both tipsy and caught up in her excitement. "Haha, I happen to know Mr. Sirius has someone special in mind! I even know who it is!"