Who let the dog out?

Harry Potter is J. K. Rowling's property. All the characters doing indecent act will also be 18+

A. N — The Patron prompt story. And a very challenging one with a closet pervert, Hermione. Not sure how to write a MC with an average cock but writing it was certainly an experience.

Tags — Virginity, older man/younger woman, teen, creampie.

Patience is a virtue, a life lesson—cultivated through repeated failures, vicious ups and downs, and multiple heartbreaks. But for the estranged lord of the Black House, being patient was a necessity, borne in the depths of the hellish nightmare that was Azkaban.

So, the Headmaster's sermon of sitting patiently in the Grimmauld Place, twiddling his thumb and listening to the shrill voice of a red-haired harpy, daily, barely made up a hardship for a man who had spent months scavenging gutter rats to survive a few years prior.

But to deny him the chance to invite his godson for the summer in his own house…

Sirius Black emptied the whole glass of firewhiskey down his gullet, glaring at the dark green curtains opposite him. Unfortunately, his desire to torch his mother's favorite curtains with his gaze alone failed as spectacularly as his effort to convince the headmaster the previous night.

Then again, he has no one to blame but himself for his current mess. Repeating the same mistake of running after the traitor recklessly, not even thinking about any other ways to acquit him of his false charges.

Azkaban didn't curb his reckless Gryffindorish tendencies one bit, it seems.

The soft groaning of the library door's hinges broke his impotent stewing.

Shit!

He plucked his wands from his sleeve in a hurry, vanishing all the evidence of the alcoholic beverage that he had been partaking in.

Can't a man even drink his misery off?

He had been hiding in the Black family library, not willing to give the busty, pushy Weasley matriarch any chance of finding incriminating evidence against him to tattle off to the headmaster, already on the receiving end of the patented grandfatherly disappointed look multiple times for sneaking a letter of substance to Harry.

But the woman just wouldn't let him live in peace. First taking control of the kitchen, the minute she stepped into the accursed townhouse of the Blacks like it was her own fiefdom, treating him just like her own disobedient child. Now she seemed to have put her gaze on the library as well.

A sobering charm later, he was preparing for an excuse when his gaze fell on the nervously shuffling teenager sneaking inside.

Sirius Black breathed a sigh of relief. An amused grin tugged at his lips to see the recently brought in Ms. Granger trying to sneak into the family library in the quiet of night.

"Hello, Hermione."

The said girl jumped a foot in the air, whirling around to face him, clutching her chest in panic.

"Merlin! Sirius, for a moment I thought you were…" Hermione Granger trailed off, probably realizing she shouldn't be caught by him as well.

"Who, Molly?" Sirius snorted, distaste for the woman visible on his face.

"Umm… yeah."

"You can breathe easy. I would never tattle about your little nightly misadventure, especially to her."

The bushy-haired bookworm harrumphed, folding her hands under her chest, unwittingly pushing two large mounds upward into prominence, forcefully dragging the lord Black's eyes at the thin tank-top clad breasts.

"Not that I am fearful or anything—" Sirius tuned out the young woman's defiant monologue, eyes drinking in the sight of the eighteen-year-old's gorgeous physique. "—not like my mother or anything."

Normally dressed in very conservative clothes, Sirius's eyebrows steadily climbed higher on his forehead at the current attire of the aforementioned girl.

A thin white tank top rested above a slim navel, a tiny belly button peeking just beneath the stretched fabric, stretched beyond its capacity at the weight of heavy teenage breasts.

And those small brown shorts barely reached her thick-toned thighs, leaving a vast expanse of beautiful pale skin for his viewing pleasure. Sirius forced himself not to drool like his animagus form at the sight of those mile-long legs. The girl was clearly not expecting anyone to catch her in this state.

It's always those fucking nerdy girls!

First, it was that fucking redhead Evans that strutted around the Hogwarts corridor in his time with her oh-so-perfect features hidden beneath those bulky school robes, now Harry's little friend…

Shit! He probably just perved on his godson's girl!

A man his age shouldn't really look toward a barely legal girl like a creep, but being thrown into the Azkaban at twenty-two hardly improved his teenage habit of chasing every beautiful girl's skirt; age was absolutely irrelevant.

The worst thing was that Lily was a forbidden fruit for him because his best mate had sworn to marry her at first sight. That bird-nest-headed, four-eyed jerk staking his claim on the most beautiful girl of his time…

Now Harry also seemed to have grown some feeling for the beautiful brunette; his blushing face after climbing from Buckbeak with the girl in tow still afresh on the wrongfully convicted man's mind.

How could this be fair that such beauties from two generations would be out of the reach of Hogwarts's greatest playboy extraordinaire?

The lord Black cleared his throat, dragging the agitated girl's attention toward him.

"So, Hermione, any particular reason for sneaking into the library at this ungodly hour?"

"Oh! Just wanted to check the books here, nothing more." The words tumbled out of the brunette's mouth in a hurry, wringing her palms together.

"Didn't you spend the entire afternoon here?" Sirius said, almost scoffing at the lame excuse.

Not that he really needed an answer from the young woman to guess her real reason.

The Black Library was separated into two sections at Grimmauld Place. The outer chamber consisted of a few shelves full of harmless magical theory and Hogwarts books, along with a few couches and chairs for the young members of the family while the inner chamber was closed off without the permission of Lord Black where the truly esoteric and precious tomes were hidden from the prying eyes of the outsiders.

Naturally, the hidden knowledge would tempt a curious and book-crazy girl like Hermione.

"Well, carry on then. Ignore my presence." Sirius said, hiding a grin at the uncomfortable look that the girl sent his way.

Sirius tried not to stare at the shuffling figure of the girl, filtering between different shelves with a huff, always lingering in front of the door of the hidden chamber in her journey.

After fifteen minutes of mindless wandering around the room, the frizzy-haired brunette seemed to have had enough. Hermione Granger crossed across the room with a huff before plopping into a chair beside him.

"All right, I was trying to enter the main library," Hermione said, the petulant look only exemplifying her beauty.

"Well, telling the truth was not that hard, was it?" Sirius smirked to his right, causing the red-faced girl to twist her head.

"It would not have mattered, anyway," Sirius muttered.

"What?"

"You couldn't have entered inside without the lord—" The lord of the house halted, an insane plan forming in his mind.

Well, even if Harry had eyes for the girl beside him, surely, he would understand his dear dogfather's need.

'Harry, I promise I will take you to the Veela island after my name gets cleared.' Sirius consoled himself mentally.

"Sorry Hermione, you don't think an ancient and paranoid bunch like the Blacks would leave their hard-earned knowledge without extreme protection, do you?"

"Umm—I—I thought, maybe, only an alarm ward…" the embarrassed girl murmured, worrying her bottom lips between her teeth.

Sirius tore himself away from the impossibly beautiful face of the girl, curling his fists underneath his night robes.

Damn! He really needs to control himself before giving his true intentions away…

"That's quite presumptuous, for supposedly the brightest witch of her age, isn't it?" Sirius chortled at the way the girl curled into herself, "unfortunately The Blacks had put a lot more serious wards than what an OWL level student could hope to overcome herself—" Sirius put up his hand to stall the argument brewing inside the indignant brunette. "Even if she is the most intelligent student."

"Oh!" Hermione Granger closed her mouth with a snap before inquiring timidly. "Surely, as the lord Black, you could allow me to enter there?"

At Sirius's raised eyebrows, the girl hastily added, "Please?"

The Azkaban escapee leaned back into the soft couch before exhaling loudly.

Well, as the head of the Black House, Sirius could in fact allow anybody inside the inner sanctum of the library, but the girl didn't need to know that.

"I am ashamed to say that I don't have the authority over that Hermione."

"Then who does? Headmaster?"

Sirius quickly backpedaled, not wanting the busty brunette to go to the old codger for any assistance.

"You misunderstood me, Hermione. It's not that I can't let you enter there, more like there are certain provisions in the Black charters that would only allow a select few inside the room."

"Let me guess, only the fucking purebloods." Hermione fumed, hands balling into fists, eyes glaring murder in Sirius's direction. "Of course, a mudblood like—"

"Whoa, calm down there, girl. I didn't make those rules." Sirius said placatingly. "And no, blood status has no relation to your eligibility to enter there."

"Then what?" Sirius hoped the girl would not lose her beautiful white teeth with all the furious grinding sound that came from her mouth.

"Hermione…" Sirius started, "only people who have blood relation with the Black family can enter there along with their significant others."

"Oh!" That seemed to stump the girl completely, floundering with the word that seemed to escape the ever-eloquent Hermione Granger.

"Yeah, all those millennium-old tomes with the most esoteric magics of curses, elementalism, transmutation, wards and so much more, sitting there gathering dust between the shelves." Sirius sighed, his bullshit-spewing expertise coming to the forefront after so long. "Why, there's a rumor that after the Atlantis submerged in the ocean, the then Black ancestors collected some of their tomes—"

"That's absolutely not fair!" Hermione jumped to her feet and stood in front of him, hands on her waist while breathing in short pants. "Knowledge should be available to all, not cooped inside some megalomaniac family's library!"

"I agree wholeheartedly. But I don't make the rules, unfortunately."

"Please, Sirius! Can't you think of any other way?" Hermione frequently turned her head at the entrance of the inner library longingly.

"Hmm… how do you think non-Blacks are allowed entry?" Sirius asked the girl with an obvious challenge to her vaunted intellect. "Any guesses?"

"Marriage bond?" Hermione's timid reply only made the lord of the house shake his head.

"No Hermione. The ward at the door detects the black blood of the person trying to enter. Blood or some similar bodily fluids that can convince the ward that a person is sufficiently close to the family and possesses the family magic..." Sirius stared at the girl pointedly.

The puzzled looks of the girl almost made the horny Black lord curse out loud.

"My dear, the ward can detect if a man or woman has a sufficient amount of the residual magic of the Blacks that a non-Black can only gain if they are in a physical relationship with any Black, not by any marriage bond or whatnot."

A loud gasp escaped the teenager's mouth, causing Sirius to pat himself in his mind for coming up with such a ridiculous theory in such a short time. And the great thing was that the girl could search every other book in the magical world and still couldn't verify his words, as they were born straight into his perverted mind.

"Well, all of this is hypothetical, of course." Sirius slowly got up on his feet, stretching his body to lose the kinks of prolonged sitting in the same position. "You could, of course, check these few shelves here. They will fulfill all of your Hogwarts needs." Sirius pointed toward the opposite wall.

"And don't spend the entire night here, Hermione. Get some sleep at least." Sirius started toward the exit, praying that he had judged the girl's obsessive inquisitiveness correctly. Or this dog would not get any treat today also…

Sirius tried to drag his feet as much as he can, taking an inordinate amount of time to reach an exit that rested a few meters away at the extreme. Just when he was losing hope for the night, a panicked shout from behind reached his ears.

"Sirius wait!"

The lord of the Black family let out a victorious smirk before turning around to face the girl, rearranging his face into a mild curiosity.

You sly old dog!

Hermione Granger stared at the back of his best friend's godfather, mind whirling into panic as the only chance to get her hands on the rare knowledge of the Blacks got out of reach with every passing second. From early childhood, the desire for knowledge was the single most important driving factor behind her entire personality. The only few times that she performed accidental magic was when she had been denied to read a particularly interesting book or something similar. Unfortunately, the girl didn't think that this time, any temper-tantrum on her end would make any of her desired books magically appear in her hand from the protected Black Library.

Unknown to both of her male friends, she had kept her hard-earned pass of the unrestricted section of Hogwarts library from Professor Lockhart to this day, using the thing discreetly, much to the librarian's consternation.

And why shouldn't she?

Even though Harry and Ron, along with almost every boy at Hogwarts, thought that girls were blind to that flop's glaring ineptitude, they couldn't be more untrue.

Every girl, well almost, knew that the defense against the dark art professor was an incompetent fool from early on. They just didn't care about the fact in lieu of his perfect features and charming looks.

As if Hermione had not caught onto the glaring mistakes of his autobiography after reading it multiple times. But she couldn't deny that her sixteen-year-old self was smitten with the professor's looks after seeing him in the bookstore, not really bothering with the proof of apparent unskillfulness.

She also heard the rumors that floated among the female students that the off-age girls seemed to spend almost every night in detention with the professor, forced by the man himself.

At least the man had the decency not to sleep with an underage girl. Well… not every underage girl.

Lavender and Susan seemed like the exception, not that Hermione had any doubt about the reason.

Both girls came to the school with such outrageous curves that even older OWL and NEWT students stared with jealousy at them from early on.

And it seemed both the ditzy blonde and the smitten redhead had no hesitation to spread their leg and take their professor's cock during detention.

Hermione almost cursed herself that time for being a goody two-shoes and missing all the action due to her perfect track record and lack of detention. The curse of being the perfect student…

So, when she got the chance to convince the professor to write a pass for the restricted section, she was ecstatic to sneak after classes and knock on the professor's door with a tiny school skirt and her substantial cleavage out in the open. A sloppy blowjob from her inexperienced self was enough for the fool to sign her form without even bothering to read it, as she had sneaked a lifelong clause in the permission slip. Her only regret was that Professor Lockhart didn't man up and shoved that long, pale cock inside her virgin tightness, claiming it for herself that night.

Hermione could readily admit that people in power excite her. Those who would use their power over her, bending her to their whims, making her do derogatory things for their own sick pleasure, always titillated the young, nerdy girl. One of the main reasons that she never gave Ron any chance was because of his empty blusters, afraid of just taking liberties with her body at his discretion. And her other friend, Harry, always seemed too pure to indulge in her sick fantasies, making the girl hesitant to return the feeling that she could feel the black-haired boy nursed in his heart.

Though agreeing to go to the Yule Ball with the world-famous wizard also turned out to be a massive disappointment. Where Hermione expected the surly older wizard to just drag her to an empty classroom and have his wicked way with her youthful body; the said wizard only admitted to approaching her because he already had a girlfriend and wanted no fangirls to stalk him in the future.

Which celebrity remains faithful to their partner nowadays?

Hermione feared that if Malfoy, Zabini, Nott, or the other muscular gorillas of Slytherin decide to take advantage of her someday, putting her in the rightful place like a mudblood whore, she would express just how much she loved the fact of being taken by the Slytherin brutes. That behind her holier-than-thou attitude hid a raging slut waiting to be unleashed by a willful wizard.

And she could tell by their disgusted leer in her vicinity that they want to do unspeakable things to her beautiful body. And it certainly not helped that she sashayed her hips extra hard at the sight of their hungry gazes. She shivered in disgust at the thought of their grubby hand all over her body…

'No! Not in anticipation!' She reminded herself.

At least she would like to lose her virginity beforehand—if she ever faces that situation in the future (which she hopes). And Sirius Black was hardly a terrible option to gain sexual experience. Maybe the Black lord still carry the vestiges of his stay at the wizarding prison, but nobody could deny that Sirius retained most of his good looks from before his incarceration.

And the bonus of her admittance to the treasure trove of old knowledge was just the icing on the already delicious cake.

Seeing her ticket to ancient tomes almost crossing the threshold, a panicked Hermione hollered.

"Sirius wait!"

Hermione tugged her tank top downward to emphasize her already bulging bust. Her nipples crinkled in arousal at the thought of seducing a wizard old enough to be her dad.

Time to use the skills that she acquired by reading all those trashy novels.

"Yes Hermione, do you need anything?" Sirius hid his shit-eating grin of eager anticipation with supreme effort.

"Umm—I was just wondering; would Harry be considered a Black family member?" Hermione Granger asked. Though she was already sure of the kind of answer, she was likely to get.

Sirius tried to act like he was pondering over the issue when in fact he had already an answer prepared.

"Unfortunately, no. Harry has some Black blood for sure, but I fear that it's too diluted to bypass the ward." The lord Black tried not to snicker as he was absolutely sure that both Harry and Narcissa's brat had sufficient amounts of Black blood in their body. "Alas, the burden of being the last male member of the prestigious family had fallen on me."

Sirius hung his head as if mourning the loss of his male relatives.

As if!

Good riddance! They had taken their rightful place six feet under the ground, along with their stupid bigotry.

"But why do you—" his voice died in his throat as he glanced upward again in the girl's direction.

"Ugh…" That was the only thing the bright red girl could intone as she tried to shield her breasts with her arms.

'Stupid! Fucking stupid!'

Hermione could crawl into a hole for the rest of her life and never see the daylight again as she stood there barring her breasts to the shocked-looking grey-eyed wizard. The normally clear-headed girl, in a fit of impulsiveness, showed her intention rather than telling about it, thus pulling off her tank top when the bearded wizard was looking downward. Now the only thing she could do was cover her large round breasts with her arms, hoping that the floor would open up and swallow her in whole.

Seriously! Those books made these things look so easy.

As much as Sirius wanted to jump toward the girl and maul those pale doughs to his heart's contents, he had to keep firm for propriety's sake, at the time for, at least.

"Merlin Hermione! What do you think you are doing?" Sirius shouted, injecting the proper amount of derision as the situation demanded.

Lord Black's hoarse exclamation almost made the brunette flee from the library in her half-naked state, but she stilled her heart at the last minute.

If Hypatia of Alexandria could face hundreds of angry zealots to preserve her lifelong treasury of knowledge and not cower before the ignorants, then surely the smartest witch of her age could seduce a man for the pursuit of ancient knowledge that a woman of her intellect absolutely deserved. Especially when the man had not probably seen a naked female for more than a decade.

Hermione Granger steeled her heart, taking inspiration from the dozens of female visionaries' biography that she inhaled in her childhood, before slowly dropping her arms beside her body, her beautiful tits finally bared for the entire world to appreciate.

Trying to sway her hips seductively, Hermione sauntered in the blinking wizard's direction, finally stopping in front of his widened eyes which stared straight at her jiggling boob flesh.

"Sirius… I really need to get inside the library, you see." Hermione said, voice taking on a breathless whisper that she had heard in one of her cousin's adult movies. "Harry has such a bad habit of getting into trouble. And as his companion, I really need to have knowledge of all forms of magic. To support him in the future and to rescue him out of trouble if necessary."

What the hell…

Is this eighteen-year-old girl really trying to seduce a man double her age?

What the fuckl do they teach at Hogwarts these days? And why the hell it was not taught at his time?

Those were the thoughts running inside the shell-shocked lord Black. He thought that he had to do all the hard work of seducing an inexperienced girl to see his way, but this…

Little goosebumps erupted on his hairy forearm as the girl ghosted her soft hands over his thin hand.

"I ought to get into the library. Don't you think so, Sirius?" Hermione Granger purred.

"Ye—yeah!" The Black lord stuttered, his determination to play it cool crumbled at seeing the naked flesh of a female after so long. "Yeah, for Harry. Everything for Harry."

"So, are you willing to give me the thing I need, for Harry's sake?"

Fuck propriety!

Sirius Black launched himself toward the girl's direction, the once suave playboy fumbling with the stash of his nightrobe, cursing himself for taking so long to taste that beautiful female flesh of the busty school girl.

My godson is so lucky to have such a dedicated friend.

Sirius Black blushed a bit at the way the young girl seemed to tug at his ungroomed bush, an embarrassed flush creeping on his unhealthily pale skin and skinny frame. But in his defense, he was certainly not expecting to get naked in front of a woman that day.

A shocked gasp escaped his lips; his average five-inch-long erection twitched in the girl's left hand, almost on the verge of releasing his cum. Kneeling before him on her haunches with just a tiny short covering her fat tushy, Sirius Black loved as much as dreading the visual stimulation in front of him.

He could still remember his jealousy at both Remus and James's much bigger erections the few times they had seen each other accidentally in the shared dorm. Another thing that he cursed his family about. No doubt another side effect of his father being his mother's cousin.

The notorious playboy tried to remember if he had ever gotten a handjob from a more beautiful woman during or after his schooling days. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of a single name that fit the criteria.

The only woman that could have probably challenged the currently kneeling girl's beauty was married to his best mate. The one time he got an accidental glimpse when Lily was nursing little Harry discretely…

Damn! He had never felt that much jealousy in his entire life that he felt at the moment toward his godson.

But the focused attack on his genitals after the long-enforced celibacy, by such a gorgeous girl no less, almost made him bust his nuts prematurely. Judging by the small smirk on the brunette's face, she knew about her handjob's effect on him too.

The cheeky minx!

"Too much for you, Sirius?" Hermione asked, voice suspiciously smug.

"As if a mere handjob woul—SHIT! FUCK!" Sirius cursed out loud as a small wet tongue took a thorough lick at the spongy dome of his penis, wetting the pink portion with a copious amount of saliva.

Hermione Granger hummed to herself, tongue lashing out at the juncture of perineum while the hand gripped the base of the veiny, leathery dick strongly. The unoccupied hand journeyed downward to the hairy hanging balls; the young brunette juggled the skin of the gasping wizard's scrotum like two wrinkled pieces of marble.

Hermione forced a few inches inside her moist mouth, ecstatic about making the lord of such a prestigious pureblood family absolutely putty in her hand. With her tongue working in tandem with her two hands, the intelligent witch was just starting to enjoy herself when a veritable deluxe of bitterness wrinkled her nose. She was about to drag her lips away from the pink mushroom of the spasming shaft of Sirius when two firm hands gripped her curly hair tightly, arresting her withdrawal with adequate force. Her lips were still tightly glued around the dick's middle.

'Mmpphh! Mmpphh!'

Her protests fell on deaf ears as the tight hands gripping her hair only retreated after the dick had already sprouted a half-a-dozen spurt of man-milk inside her mouth.

Hermione had no option but to swallow the viscous, bitter liquid disgustedly, jerking her head back from the semi-hard dick with a start. She glared at the panting, pale visage of the male towering over her kneeling form, and an indignant shout left her lips.

"What the hell, Sirius?"

A satisfied Sirius Black blanched at the voice. The feeling of a woman's mouth after so long had robbed his sensibilities for a few moments.

"Nothing Hermione…" Sirius said shiftily before, with a sudden determination, the escaped convict bend down and picked the kneeling girl by her waist, before dropping her on her back on top of the coffee table between two couches. "Maybe we should only focus on completing our goal."

The thin wizard took hold of the buckle of her brown shorts and dragged it down her thighs and legs, tossing it to the other side of the room. A perfectly shaved pink peach greeted his eyes, glistening with the dewy arousal of the sudden bashful girl.

Sirius couldn't stop himself from drooling at the most munchable pussy that was bared in front of his eyes.

"Stop staring at my pussy like a fucking perv." Hermione's shout stopped the entranced lord Black from kneeling before the parted legs of Hermione and inhale that pale perfectness.

Maybe in the future.

Sirius Black lowered himself on his haunches and rubbed his awakened dick above the perfect pink folds, sawing his fat, pink mushroom head over an equally pink pair of pussy lips.

"As you wish, Hermione." Sirius Black angled his cock-head into the shut-tight lips of the girl before shoving his entire length inside in a single thrust impatiently. A tearing feeling enveloped his flushed shaft along with the pained scream of a recently deflowered young woman.

"Not so hard! You animal! It's my first time!"

Hermione Granger glared at the stupid-faced wizard above her vulnerable form. A few drops of tears rolled down her cheeks at the brute's sloppy insertion inside her virgin hole. She could only thank her lucky stars that the wizard in question didn't possess the intimidating length of her second-year DADA professor, or this would have been a lot more uncomfortable.

Her chastisement would have been more fruitful if the panting wizard had been listening to it. Alas, the heat and tightness of an eighteen-year-old pussy around his dick had taken the lord of the House Black to a different plane of existence altogether.

Sirius Black put his idle hands around the young women's breasts before diving into the vast cleavage that those teenage titties provided, slobbering noisily around the mouthful of flesh. His hips slowly rose upward, a whine escaping his lips similar to a dog before his weight crashed down on the softly cursing girl, mind awash with pleasure like never before.

Sirius cursed in his mind as his dick started spasming just at the culmination of the first few thrusts, his balls churning already to give the young girl a dose of another pureblood gift.

'How the hell has such a gorgeous girl remained a virgin for so long?'

Though he doubted that he could have performed better against an experienced and loose cunt. The long decade and a half of abstinence from sexual activity would have seen to the same result.

"Ungghh… girl I am going to—" Sirius stuttered to a last thrust before faltering in his downward journey, creampieing inside the woman with relish.

"Already?" The busty bookworm grimaced as the thin wizard above him started to spasm before dumping a few spurts of thin semen inside her tight pussy.

There goes my hope of a great first time.

Hermione should have expected the inadequate performance of the still recovering wizard from his horrible ordeal, but still, a girl could dream…

At least she could enjoy her hard-earned esoteric knowledge of the Black family after the disappointing encounter.

Sirius Black came back to the world of living with a gasp. The heavy tiredness after the exhausting sex made him want to curl back in his bed for a long nap, but his male pride stood as an obstacle with resoluteness.

He didn't even need to glance at the girl's face to feel her disappointment in his performance and that was something that the proud Black lord couldn't let pass through. Unfortunately, the flushed mounds of Hermione's chest would have made him burst his nut again in seconds if he had started already.

"Thanks, Sirius. I think I would like to enter the library now."

Well, not so fast miss…

"Let the magic sip into yourself, Hermione. Maybe I can help some more."

Sirius Black pulled his messy dick out of the girl. Standing unsteadily on his shaking legs, Lord Black took hold of the splayed girl's thin waist before turning her around over the small table, forcing her to support herself on her hands and knees.

"Sirius! What th—"

"I'm not finished yet!"

With a loud grunt, the wizard angled his dick at the red pussy lips with his right hand while quickly undoing the rubber band that tied all the voluminous curls of the beautiful girl with his left. His ribs shone in the dim light of the few candles illuminating his form, along with the sweat that clung to his hairy chest.

As much as the exhausted man wanted to thoroughly ruin the young pussy of his godson's crush, his limitation in size and stamina didn't allow him to think about prolonging the encounter much more. He had barely dredged up all the strength from his tired bones for the last flourish of the night.

I have to make this round count.

Thankfully, aside from being his favorite sex position, the doggystyle also hid the most titillating feature of the girl from his eyes, increasing his probability to last a bit longer.

Sirius Black angled his purplish dome inside the tight petals of the moaning girl before holding the wild brown curls like a rein and thrusted.

"Fuck!"

For the first time that night, the young woman let out a pleasured gasp. The position forced the curved tip of the wizard to mash against a hitherto unknown bundle of nerves inside her pussy.

Sirius shifted his hips backward before pushing with his might again, almost making the girl slide a foot ahead. A loud clap reverberated through the library as his bony hips clashed against the fatty asscheeks of the girl along with his right-hand crashing onto the pale right bum of the quivering girl.

"What? Thought you are going to seduce a man old enough to be your father with your tight body, did you?" Sirius's hoarse shout was replied by a loud moan from the girl, her hips driving backward in rhythm with his forward thrust.

"Answer me! You fucking whore!" An even louder slap echoed around the room as Sirius put even more force behind the spank.

"Nnnggghhh!"

Hermione Granger closed her eyes and drooled out of her mind at the quickly escalating situation. This was exactly the kind of fucking she expected when she thought about laying with older, more experienced wizards. A ferocious tug at her hair opened her mouth forcefully.

"Yes! I love the thought of an older wizard leering at my body! I want to be a slut for some old asshole!"

"That's what you will be! A slut for Lord Black!" Sirius roared, hips now driving relentlessly forward into the teenage cunt of the grunting woman. "A whore to wet my pureblood cock! That's what you want, don't you? You fucking slut!"

"Oohhhhh!" Hermione Granger pushed her head on the wooden surface underneath and swallowed the loud scream that was brewing inside her lungs. Her hands balled into fists, manicured nails digging into her soft palm. A familiar tingle was forming inside her belly. Familiar, but so much more intense.

Sirius's thrusts started losing their back-breaking strength, the rhythm faltering as boiling hot jizz again raced through his shaft to implode inside a fertile young womb. Putting his hand at the juncture of their union, Sirius searched frantically for the tiny protruding clit, holding his orgasm by sheer willpower alone.

There!

The grunting Black lord pulled at the nerve bundles harshly while putting his all in the next thrust, burrowing inside Hermione's tight canal as far as possible.

"Yes! Take my seed and become my whore!"

And started hosing his cumshots inside the spasming cunt, pouring all the remaining of his sperm from his slightly smarting balls.

Hermione's entire body stalled and became taut like a bowstring, a choked keening noise left her lips as the warm seed of the orgasming man along with her clit's stimulation pushed the busty bookworm over the edge, pussy muscles trying to milk pureblood seed with their furious undulation.

A dead-tired Sirius Black fell on his arse, trying to pull out of the vice cunt of the brunette. Labored breathing escaped his gob. At last, a satisfied laugh bubbled out of his throat before a hacking cough smothered it in its infancy.

"Damn Hermione! That was something…"

Hermione Granger slowly turned toward the older wizard, her pale skin glowing like moonlight with droplets of sweat running down her face.

"Does that mean I can enter the library now?"

Sirius smirked at the tired-looking eyes of the woman.

"That amount of magic will only stay for a few days. But if you want more…"

Hermione fell back on the wooden table with a loud thump and a groan.

The things I have to do for knowledge…

Hermione was slowly sipping the hot soup from her spoon, trying to avoid looking toward the black-haired wizard talking animatedly with her former DADA professor. The long, hot soak just a few hours ago barely lessened the smarting of her previously virgin pussy, reminding the loss of her maidenhood with every painful throb.

But the three thread-bare tomes held together by moth-eaten papyrus resting in her trunk reminded her that every bit of knowledge has a price on it. The only thing that truly mattered was whether she had the will to pay for it.

The wet-haired brunette dumped her utensils on the sink before making a beeline straight to the door, almost hyperventilating at the prospect of finally quenching her thirst for forbidden knowledge. She sidestepped the trio of Molly Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, and Emmeline Vance blocking the door when a small snippet of their conversion halted her in her track.

'—sure about it?'

'Yes dear, Albus has already given the nod to search for any dark magic in that accursed library.'

'Did Sirius finally key you in, Molly?' Emmeline asked. 'He did both of us happily.'

Hermione almost had a heart attack watching a red flush covering Ron's mother's face rapidly.

"I had to force that man-child to give me access. As if he could evade my advances forever.'

Hermione Granger craned her neck backward to the Grimmauld place, wide eyes staring vacantly at the laughing face of Sirius Black.

He gave access to all of them?

Suddenly feeling jealous, the young woman stormed out of the kitchen, cursing up a storm about cheating wives and incestuous cousins under her breath.

I just have to strive harder so that he doesn't cut my access now that he had a supply of willing sluts at his beck and call.

That fucking dog!