Horndog
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Chapter 30: My Dear Nephew (I)
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 30: My Dear Nephew (I) - Watch as Sirius navigates his way through the Hogwarts of the old days and the new. The way to a man’s heart goes through his belly, and the way to a woman's heart goes through her cunny—Sirius chose to live by those ideas.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Fan Fiction High Fantasy Mystery Paranormal Magic Transformation
“So it was a drink with Narcissa too?”
“What?!” Sirius exclaimed, preserving his emotions and facial features. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Why did you say Narcissa’s name while ... shagging Rosmerta?” Regulus interrogated, his eyes focused. “Have you been doing it with he—”
Sirius scoffed and folded his arms. “Did you fall on your head? I know women ten times hotter than Narcissa. Why would I go after her? Besides, she refused to come wi—”
“She’s the hottest!”
“...”
Sirius paused and looked at his younger brother with doubt. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re wrong. I’ve yet to see someone prettier than Narcissa,” Regulus exclaimed shyly. “It’s not like she’s our direct sister, she’s just ... a cousin. And isn’t it common among the pureb—”
“Enough!” Sirius felt jittery for some reason. He had seen his little brother as someone innocent and kind until now, and suddenly, the freshly graduated Regulus was showing his true colors. “Is that how you think about her?”
“Well...” Regulus shyly looked down, scratching his head awkwardly. “I sort of had a crush on her when I was a kid. She was always so good to me and ... Anyway, I’m just saying that you don’t have to hide it. If you can save her from that Malfoy, I don’t care if you shag her or not.”
Where did that come from? This feels like a trap.
“Stop talking nonsense, Regulus. I have no such relationship with Narci—”
“Really?!” Regulus beamed with excitement. “So can I try to get closer to her—”
“No! She’s mine!” Sirius suddenly blurted, only to realize he fucked up as Regulus revealed a scheming grin. “You little—”
Regulus chuckled openly, shaking his head. “I’m not even surprised. You’re the famed horndog of Hogwarts. Boys at school consider you a legend, guessing how many girls you have shagged throughout your years at school.”
“...”
Is that how they all see me? Merlin’s beard ... my name’s ruined. Sirius cursed inside, though unable to refute what Regulus said. He did do a lot of girls.
“In my defense, the thing with Narcissa happened before her marriage,” Sirius clarified, raising his hands. “I haven’t even met her since she moved to Malfoy Manor.”
“And you’ll bring her back, right?” Regulus turned serious. “That day when you saved me from receiving the Dark Mark. She had tears in her eyes ... She’s not evil, Sirius.”
“I know,” Sirius replied. “Don’t worry, I have a plan to save her and perhaps, Bellatrix too if it isn’t too late.”
“You do?”
“We’ll see how it goes.” Sirius sighed and walked over to the bed and lied down since this was his room.”But I’m more concerned about you. So, I’ve had a word with a friend of mine over in America. You’re joining the Fitchburg Finches Quidditch team. You were a Seeker for Slytherin, so slipping into the reserves should be a breeze for you.”
Regulus frowned, “I’m not going. I’ll help you fight.”
“And die?” Sirius didn’t hold back his words. “Look, I fight best when I’m going in alone. I’m ... I am immortal, and not even the killing curses can kill me. You saw it that night—I can’t keep focusing on saving others when I’m fighting.”
“But I have no interest in quidditch.”
“I know, and I’m not asking you to become a professional. Just take a tour across the pond, have a bit of fun with some lovely witches, and throw a Quaffle around for a year or two. By the time I’ve sorted out You-Know-Who, you can come back and do whatever floats your boat,” Sirius replied, his voice reassuring and confident. “Trust me, Regulus, this is the best way you can help me.”
Having seen Sirius battle like a madman before, Regulus agreed in the end. “You better not die.”
“The odds of that ever happening is as great as Dumbledore shaving his beard—not in a million years.”
With a slight chuckle, Regulus left the room then, leaving Sirius to rest after the strenuous exercise he had completed.
Sirius couldn’t calm down until he made sure that Regulus had left the country.
Once that was done, he felt the freedom to hunt down the Death Eaters. Over the period, he had already collected enough details and specific locations of the Death Eaters. It was time to terrorize the terrorists.
He quickly packed his bags and took a quick passage through illegal portkeys deep into northern Europe, arriving in Norway. From there, he grabbed his broom and flew in the cold, harsh wind.