Horndog
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Chapter 33: The Yearly Weasley Ritual
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 33: The Yearly Weasley Ritual - 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
Long gone the dreams of his death, not the new words from that mysterious oracle stormed inside Sirius’ head. Days went by as he tried to find meaning in them, and just a month after Draco’s birth and Sirius’ ‘fortunate’ meeting with Narcissa, Sirius had to come out of his hunt.
On the last day of July, a boy was born in a modest home at Godric’s Hollow. Lily Potter gave birth to Harry James Potter, ushering the small family into a flurry of delights.
However, Sirius refused to go and meet them in person, afraid that he’d end up breaking his promise to Lily. What had happened in the past, he hoped to leave it there. James was still his friend, and he didn’t have the heart to be that vil to him.
But he still decided to send some gifts for Harry Potter. He couldn’t be there at the birth, but James had still named him as godfather with Lily’s agreement.
‘Brooms?’ Sirius wondered what to gift. He had no idea what newborn children would even like. So, he headed straight to the woman who he knew had the most experience raising children—Molly Weasley.
However, to Sirius’ amusement, the woman held yet another newborn in her arms, born in May, which meant he’d be in the same generation as Harry.
“Congratulations?” Sirius amusedly said, taking a seat on the couch in the sitting area. The Burrow, as the home of the Weasleys was called, still looked dilapidated from the outside, but inside it was far more homely and renovated, all thanks to Sirius’ help over the years.
“I know, I know. No need to look at me like that.” Molly chuckled, her body was ripe and full, her face aging but not yet past her charming days. “Blame Arthur. He wants a daughter, and won’t stop unless he has one.”
Sirius chuckled, sipping some tea. “The Ministry should honestly reward you two for single-handedly repopulating wizarding Britain.”
“Hah.” Molly chuckled and sat beside him, close enough that her fleshy wide hips squeezed against his side. “So, what brings you here today? Is it to ... continue the tradition?”
Sirius coughed, immediately understanding what she meant. For the last three years, every time Molly had given birth, he had shagged her a month or two later. It was like an unspoken ritual between them at this point.
She’s not bad ... yet. Sirius checked her out. She had definitely gained size, but it wasn’t unsightly. Her frame just seemed overall a notch larger, with her breasts even more voluptuous. He couldn’t see much in that loose maternity gown, but he could imagine plenty.
Wouldn’t mind tasting her again ... Ah, wait, am I turning into a weird pervert? I did it with Narcissa too.
“Ehm ... Well...” Sirius cleared his throat. “Maybe later, but I came to ask you what I should gift Lily and James. They just had a son, and I’m clueless about what a newborn would even like.”
“I assure you, Sirius. No matter what you’d give, a newborn’s only cherished treasure is his mother’s tits,” Molly jokingly replied.
Sirius almost sprayed the tea when he heard her. Molly was growing more and more frank as the time went by. She used to be far more conservative the first time he had met her back then.
“Not just newborn, I assure you,” Sirius replied, gazing at her sizable globes like a hungry wolf, or in his case dog.
“Oh?” Molly giggled, sizing up Sirius like he was a delicious candy bar. The man may not be broad and muscled, but he had his charms with those black shoulder-length hair, tattoos all over, stubble beard, black jacket, and pants. He looked like someone’s hidden desire, something taboo.
“Uwaaaa!”
“Ah, don’t cry, Ron. Look, Sirius is here.” Molly quickly started swaying the baby in her arms to stop his cry. “This won’t do. Follow me upstairs, Sirius.”
“Sure.” Sirius got up and followed Molly behind. He was certain her hips were shaking more than ever before, her gown was raised from behind, showcasing her curves. She’s doing it on purpose.
Soon, Molly pushed open the door and entered a bedroom. It was sizable with a study table at one end, a king-sized bed between two windows, and a large cupboard. Not far from the bed’s edge was a cradle.
Is it her and Arthur’s room? He was sure this was the place.
“Where is everyone?” Sirius inquired.
“Arthur took them out for a car ride. They were being too loud,” Molly replied and sat down at the edge of the bed, Ron still in her arms. Then, she shifted backward and rested against the headboard of the bed, her legs straight. “Don’t mind me, please. He’s hungry.”
Without hesitation, Molly untied her maternity gown from around her bosom and flipped it all open. Both her jutting, large breasts plopped out, jiggling naked to Sirius’ eyes. Lush, round, not at all sagging, they were beautiful, the largest ever Sirius had seen.
“Here, love.” Molly aimed the baby’s mouth at her tight, perky brown nipple, swollen as if ready to sprinkle some nectar. “Hmm...”
Sirius just stood there in awe of Molly’s seductive shamelessness. Dammit, even I feel hungry now.
Molly suddenly looked at him, a smirk formed on her lips, and her brown eyes matched his. “See, this is what a baby wants the most. Perhaps you should give his parents something instead. While I’m sure the Potters don’t lack gold, anything you’d give counts.”
“Such as?” Sirius inquired, staring at her other free breast, round and shaking as if calling for him.
“Hmm, a cradle? Diapers? Anything that may help raise a child? Let me tell you, handling the firstborn is always the hardest. Everything is new.” Molly advised and finished feeding the newborn. With the baby asleep, she quickly put him in the cradle and then returned to her bed.
Her back rested against the headboard, her legs straight. She didn’t cover her breasts with her gown anymore and merely looked at Sirius with a sensual smirk. “Hungry?”
Bloody hell. Sirius took off his jacket, slid his heels off his boots, and crawled onto the bed. “Very.”
Sirius didn’t care that she wasn’t some renowned beauty. Her body was still one fine piece of art, and being able to cherish it was a blessing. As he got closer to her, he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, and then unbuttoned his shirt but didn’t remove it.
“Ummmph!” Molly moaned as Sirius’ claws grasped both her sensitive swells with hunger, squeezing them until his fingers sank into her flesh, and her pebbled tips began leaking.
“Merlin’s fuck!” Sirius cursed, the softness of her breasts was otherworldly. It awakened a hungry beast inside him and he couldn’t help but slam his face into her cleavage, folding and squeezing her breasts around his face.
“Aaaah ... Yes~” Molly glistened her lips with her tongue and threw her head back, loving the attention from the man. Her legs spread wide with his weight in between, she couldn’t help getting hot.
Sirius finally pulled his face away, as the scent of her feminine nectar was too strong that close. He gulped and inched his lips closer to her nipples. “Fertile, fleshy, homely, and ... lecherous—You’re the perfect witch wife, Molly ... Um...”
Sirius sealed the deal by locking his lips on her breast, sucking her hard as if his life depended on it. Playfully, he bit her with his teeth, thrilling her to arousal, all the while drawing her sweet sweet nectar.
Fucking hell! I’m so hard. Sirius felt his cock straining in his underwear. So he freed it quickly using one hand, lowering it and removing it from his feet.
“Aaaah!” Molly gasped when Sirius abruptly held her sides and slid her down on the bed to lie straight. Right after, the hungry Lord Black slammed his naked cock between her legs, grounding himself on her still-covered entrance.
All the while, his mouth never stopped giving his utmost attention to her heavenly breasts, alternating between them to suckle them dry. So hot, so wet, and so taboo, both of them couldn’t help but feel the excitement.
Panting, Molly wanted more and quick. With her free hand, she untied the second knot of her maternity gown, loosening it. That was the cue for Sirius as he quickly spread her gown open, leaving her entire front naked.
Yet, there were also her panties. But they didn’t last long as Sirius hurriedly lowered them, with his own feet, removing it all the way.
“Ohhh ... Yes~ Put it in, Sirius! Put it in!” Molly felt his heated cock on her dripping pussy. She knew she no longer was tight for a man like Sirius, but just feeling him inside was enough for her pleasure.
“Hmm...” Sirius stopped suckling her breasts and spread his knees further under her hips, grounding his cock in long strokes. Leaning forward, he made Molly’s back arch, hips raised up, both her legs dangling above his shoulders on the sides—Mating press; Sirius remembered the position was called from the book he read.
But somewhere in his heart, he felt doubt and looked around at the room, and at the bed. It was Molly’s marital bed. “Are you sure?”
“Oh!” Hungry for a cock inside, Molly scoffed. “Arthur only knows how to breed. I’ve only had sex with him four times in the past four years! He doesn’t know how to—aaaaah!”
Sirius had enough and drove straight in with a plowing thrust, spreading Molly’s pussy apart. Not tight to his liking, but his sizable cock ensured he still felt her clamping walls.
“Fuck!” Molly cried out. Was it the continuation of her words, or an exclamation? It didn’t matter.
“Ugh!” Sirius leaned down further, resting his palms beside Molly’s face as he vertically drove down his cock, plowing into her. Her back arched further, both her knees now squeezed her wondrous breasts together, jolting wildly with each plunging thrust.
“So you ... Want a ... good fuck?!”
“Yes, yes, yesss~” Molly gasped, panted, feeling herself stretched in ways she didn’t know was possible. The sensitivity all over her skin increased, and her pale skin turned ripe red. Her cunt longed for each shove of his manly cock, each kiss he made to her cervix was a welcome plunder. “Ooooh~ G-Go-oh all the way ... All of it!”
Sirius did just that. Unlike most other women, he had no feelings of romance or care for Molly. His only relationship with her was that of sexual pleasure, and that was exactly what he drew from her.
Plap! Plap!
His cock, balls deep, squeezed in every inch that it could. In no time Molly came, her eyes went wide, and her hot release coated his cock even more, filling the house in nasty squelches and the musky scent of their beastly sex.
“I’m close,” Sirius warned. He never planned on doing Molly when he came to the Burrow anyway, nor was he planning on staying there for long. There were plenty of Death Eaters to kill.
Right in that mating press, Sirius started to pump in and out with his full length. Retreating to the tip and diving back in until his balls slapped against her ass below. The wondrous sensations, the thrill of it all drove him to the edge.
He looked down at Molly’s flustered face, her soaking breasts jiggling for him to take. Her creamy thick legs pressed up tightly.
“Ooooh, mmm ... Go ahead ... Yess~” Molly struggled with each thrust.
“Aah!” Sirius slammed his cock with an insane thrust, jolting her entire body up. His cock rammed all the way in, his balls twitched with the blissful release that sprinkled out strands of his own white nectar.
Finally, he relaxed and let both her legs fall back down. However, his cock still rested squeezed in, twitching to the last moment of that release. But Sirius fell forward and groped her breasts again, quenching his exhaustion with her nectar, coating his dry lips.
“Hmmmm ... This!” Molly moaned still, letting out a delayed climax, clenching her inner, rosy walls tight around his still-hard cock. “This is what I wanted!”
Sirius hummed, busy with her breasts, both of them cupped between his palms while Molly combed his raven hair between her fingers.
“I guess ... I’ll have to wait for the next one to have this again?” She asked.
Sirius finally pulled back his face, taking himself out of her dripping slit too. The bed sheet was ruined, no doubt. But they were wizards and nothing mattered. “I’ll be busy hunting down the Death Eaters. But ... You can hit me up whenever you want ‘it’. If not the Ministry, then let this lowly Lord Black reward you.”
“Heh...” Molly chuckled, still panting, unashamedly lying naked on the bed. Relaxed, wet between her legs, coated with her milk all over her front. This dirty and hot sensation, she longed for it. “I’ll remember that, Sirius.”
Finally, Sirius got off the bed and donned his clothes again.
Molly didn’t move, however, and rested in the bed.
“I’ll be on my way then.” Sirius approached her and gave her full, leaking breasts a few fondles. “I’ll miss them.”
“The door’s always open,” she cheekily replied.
“Tempted,” Sirius remarked and moved to the door. “Take care.”
Snap!
Sirius vanished with apparition and arrived in London. Specifically, he was looking for a shop that sold things for newborns. It wasn’t easy to find since his knowledge about the muggle world was limited to a few bars, nightclubs, hotels, and restaurants.
Still, after asking around and charming a few mothers walking with strollers, he reached the massive shopping complex. Being the only man there, he felt too many gazes on him. It appeared Molly wasn’t the only one who had an unsatisfied life.
“Give me a year’s supply of this, this, and these,” Sirius ordered one of the shop clerks.
“...”
“H-How much?”
“Year’s worth,” Sirius replied. “Oh, make two packages. So, two years.”
The clerk started to sweat, sizing up Sirius with confusion and suspicion. They didn’t even have that much in stock. However, who was he to say no and mobilized all of the staff to grab all they could from the showcase and the storage.
By the end of the day, Sirius had two truckloads of diapers and other supplies. They had long expiry dates, so he knew he didn’t foolishly waste it.
Right after he had all the things delivered to his house, he called the folks from Owl Post Office. He didn’t even know if using owls to send all that was possible. In the end, the postal service decided to send the stuff in batches using multiple owls.
Potter home, Goldric’s Hollow.
Bam!