Easing Into Maturity(Stella Black(Fem!Sirius)(Anna Silk))

Stella Black, Padfoot to her friends, thought about how all of the ways she failed her godson, Harry. She was an impulsive idiot who went after the bastard who betrayed James and Lily and it sent her to Azkaban for twelve years. Even though her name had been cleared, there were still people who were terrified to even meet her eyes on the street. Yet, the only person's opinion who mattered to her was Harry's.

Stella would never forgive Dumbledore for sending him to the Dursleys, and practically leaving him to fend for himself for all of those years. Blood protection or not, the way those monsters treated her godson made Stella's blood boil, ever so slightly. And she's not sure she would have forgiven Lupin either. For not checking up once on Harry. Maybe in time.

And she would not really forgive herself either, for being that impulsive idiot. While Stella, thanks to the assistance of her favorite cousin Andromeda, took custody of Harry, she still wondered if she was fit out to carry out those duties which she swore to Lily and James. Especially with the interesting talk she had with Lily, about her family's heritage and what would happen when Harry turned fifteen.

Speaking of which, that day was there. Harry made his way down to breakfast. Stella, dressed in a dressing gown, greeted him at the foot of the steps. The raven-haired beauty, thankfully returning to some of her youthful vigor the longer she had been away from the Dementors, greeted Harry with a smile.

"Happy birthday, Harry, "Stella said. "Sit down. I want to talk to you."

Stella knew Harry's eyes shifted to her legs. And he looked guilty. Oh, this was going be a conversation which they were going to have sooner rather than later.

"Harry, you've been having some strong feelings about your female friends, haven't you?" Stella asked.

"Stella?" Harry asked.

"Honey, it's part of growing up, "Stella told her godson gently. "So, Fleur? Daphne? Susan? Ginny? Hermione? Or anyone else?"

"All of the above," Harry admitted. "And Tonks…oh she will let me hear the end of that if she learned the dream I had about her."

"Well, I'm sure you might find yourself more tempted to follow through on these dreams," Stella said. "You're a strong wizard. And the harder you fight your instincts, the harder it's going to be on you. So, let it go, honey."

"Let it go?" Harry asked.

"If you want, I can teach you how to embrace those aspects about yourself," Stella said. "I know your godmother is an old crone right now, but she has a few tricks she could teach you."

"You're not old, you're beautiful," Harry said. Stella raised an eyebrow. "Sorry."

"Sometimes, you're like your father," Stella said with a light smile. "I just hope that doesn't get you int rouble. Now why don't you give me a kiss. And not a family one either. The type of kiss which I know you'd like to give Fleur or Cho Chang or whoever."

Harry reached in and just let his instincts fly. Stella met him halfway, with her soft lips meeting his mouth. The two enjoyed the kiss. Harry shyly roamed down Stella's body, until she grabbed those hands and placed them on her legs.

"Don't hold back," Stella said.

"I don't want to hurt you," Harry said. "After you've been in Azkaban…."

"Oooh, babe, you can't hurt me, "Stella said. "But, if you do, I can take it. Consider this practice. A trial run, for when you shag a certain French bird sideways. Or my kickass Metamorphmagus cousin. But, if you tell Andromeda I suggested that, I'll deny."

Harry chuckled and found Stella's soft hand worked down the front of his undershorts. She let out a soft cry and fished Harry's throbbing manhood out of his pants.

"You're a bit bigger than James was at that age, "Stella said. "Thicker as well."

Harry raised his eyebrow.

"Right, not something I should be telling a teenage boy," Stella said. "Molly would flip her lid if she realized how immature I was being. Then again, I doubt she would approve of what I'm about to do right now."

Stella's warm mouth wrapped around Harry's pole. Harry grabbed his godmother's silken hair and pushed her hack when she deep-throated him.

"STELLA!"

The urge to make a Street Car Named Desire joke had passed. Hell, Lily made plenty. Instead, Stella took her godson's impressive girth down her throat. Another loud push as she bobbed down her head.

"Some girls like getting their face fucked," Stella managed while licking Harry's head and shaft. "Other's don't. Me, I'm a face-fucking slut."

Harry grabbed ahold of Stella's head and used her throat like a pussy. Her wet mouth bobbed up and down onto him. Stella edged Harry's big hard balls against her chin. The loud thrust followed with Harry leaned and thrusted her even deeper.

Another thrust and Harry kept burying his girth down into her tight and hungry throat. Harry pinned his hands against the back of her head and face-fucked her throat until it was gaping. Harry pinned his hands against the back of her head and made her moan loudly for him.

"Mmmph!"

Harry blew a load down Stella's throat and she sucked his cum down. And also some of it splattered on her face. Stella let out a cry when the cum splattered all over her face and dripped down her chest. She sucked Harry's balls and made him grunt.

"Oh, this is the cure for the damages of Dementors," Stella moaned.

Harry looked down at his godmother, who glowed with a youthful vigor. Stella took Harry by the hand and lead him over to the couch.

"Siphoning charm is good to know," Stella said. "Or a scouring spell. I prefer to clean myself the old fashion way."

Stella dipped her fingers onto her cheeks and swiped up the cum. Bit by bit, the cum slid into her mouth and she sucked the seed down into her throat. Stella's hips bucked up and she let out another hot moan when playing with him. All while pulling down her night dress and flashing her perky tits. Azkaban managed to not do any more damage to her.

"Go ahead and suck on my tits, Green-Eyes," Stella begged him.

Harry dove into his godmother's chest and sucked on her green knockers. Stella loved how his already messy hair got even more messy. And his lips moved down.

"Eat my pussy too, it's good for you, kiddo," Stella gasped. "Oooh, yes…right there…nice and ease…use that naughty little snake-gift of yours. We know that's real reason why everyone things Parselmouths are level."

Harry envisioned talking to a snake while he inhaled the beautiful scent of Stella's sweet pussy. The heiress of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black spread her legs. Harry inched deeper inside of her and made her cry when his tongue vibrated.

Stella doubted very much she could go back to toys after the feeling of Harry's slithering tongue working up and down her slit. And to think, he was unrefined. When he got a little more practice, oh boy, Stella might have to get him protection for all of the crazed witches.

Fleur and Tonks might be up for it. Providing they could keep their hands off of Harry in the first place. That thought drove Stella wild.

Harry enjoyed the taste of pussy and he wanted to sample the pussy of his friends, their mothers, and some of his teachers at Hogwarts,the younger ones at least. Harry gobbled her pussy and made her cum into his mouth.

Stella wrapped her legs around Harry. Harry kissed them. She figured as much. Harry could not keep his eyes off of Stella's legs. She gasped when he edged closer to her. Harry's thick, juicy cock edged a little bit further into her. Stella let out a cry in pleasure.

She almost felt bad about taking her godson's cherry. But Lily did give her the heads up about the possibility. And Lily would have to do the same thing. Magic did not care about incest. Only a strong witch and a strong wizard meeting in coitus.

Granted, with that being said, some pureblood families still took things a bit too far. And if their magic was not strong enough, that could lead to issues.

Harry lowered his meaty pole down into Stella's wet pussy. He had entered his first pussy and felt wonderful when plunging down into her. Stella's wet pussy closed around Harry and released him. Harry leaned in and smashed her tight body. Harry leaned in and worked her over.

"Don't hold back," Stella panted. "I'm not made of glass."

Harry thrusted deeper into Stella. Her insides gobbled up Harry's length when he pushed into her. The deeper Harry plowed into her, the more her inner walls just grabbed him and released him. It felt so good right now to get Harry's length driven inside of her body. Each thrust brought his cock into her.

"I want to fuck you doggy style."

Well it was only appropriate. Stella got on her hands and knees, and Harry situated his cock into her. Harry leaned in and he noticed the more youthful glow. Stella resembled a more matured version of the woman from the Potters' wedding photos, and not the haunted woman who spent twelve years in hell. Harry cupped her breasts and pushed into her.

"Damn, Stella, your pussy's so good," Harry groaned.

It might not be the tightest Harry would have, the Veela would have something to say about that, but after fourteen years of not getting dicked down, this was like getting a drink of cold water after drinking nothing but your own piss.

Okay, that metaphor was lost to be honest. Stella let out another cry when Harry plunged into her. Harry plowed her.

"Fuck this bitch!" Stella moaned. "Oooh, this bitch likes it rough!"

Harry rammed into her, as Stella moaned out. Harry took her as hard and fast. The deeper Harry leaned down inside of her, he felt her pussy constrict around her.

"Should I…."

"Cum inside of me."

The thought was, Azkaban might have rendered her infertile. But, even if it didn't, Stella had her second chance, and she would make the most of it.

Harry rode his mature minx of a godmother until his balls tightened. It was going to be the end, he could feel it. Harry leaned deeper inside of her, before finally Harry fired his seed into her. Harry emptied every last drop of his cum inside of her and made her orgasm all over his cock.

The moment Stella collapsed for Harry, he finished injecting a huge creampie into her body.

Harry collapsed, breathing heavily.

"Better, honey?" Stella asked.

"Thanks, Stella."

"Don't mention it, kid," Stella said. "I've got a lot more to teach you, but not until later. These old bones aren't what they used to be."

Yet, Stella Black felt a lot younger than she had, since she had been arrested and thrown in Azkaban without a trial.

End