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Adult ++
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43
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80,724
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221
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Revelations, Declarations, and Rules
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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 6,593
Chapter 16 Edit Date: 01/03/2009
Clean-up editing: 04/25/2009
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A chapter that contains strong emotional content (or, at least, I think it does) that I hope is realistic enough. Of course, there's sex, but the sex isn't what you expect – as in, no big warnings for this chapter like the last one – and yes, this was written before all those scathing reviews about chapter 15!
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Dedicated to my online friend, Bob, who wants much more romance in the story. Same for tulle, if you are still reading! However, remember, this is romantic, in a way, but also so much more.
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Chapter 16 – Revelations, Declarations, and Rules
Story date: December 21st, 1995
Hermione lay quietly, curled up, on the bed, eyes staring at the wall while she sucked her thumb; she hoped that this infantile behavior would somehow comfort her, but it didn't no matter how hard she sucked. She finally gave up and popped her thumb out when she heard Kreacher bring Sirius into the room. She tensed as she heard her Master coming towards her but continued to lay still in the bed; she figured if she didn't turn to look at him he would think that she was asleep. She was struggling with the fact that she dreaded the thought of him touching her while her mind did some quick rationalizations - 'He's not the one who hurt you. He doesn't hurt you, not really. He cares for you. You like his touch. His touch feels good. He won't hurt you.' She was trying hard to keep from flinching when she felt his hand; she needed to stay in control so he didn't know things had gone terribly wrong while out today – a lot depended on her remaining in control.
“Hey, sleepy head, it's time to wake up.” Sirius had climbed onto the bed, she felt the bed dipping down further as he neared her and she prepared herself for the inevitable touch. She sensed Kreacher watching her, judging her reaction.
Finally, she could feel the heat of his hand coming near her, and the heat of his face. He was going to nuzzle her or kiss her ear or something, and her heart raced as she fought to keep from sinking down further into the bed to get away from him. 'You like his touch. He'll caress you and replace their touch with his. He'll be nice to you. He's a man but he's not like 'him'. Oh, please, don't let him want wild sex tonight! Please!'
Despite her struggles to prepare herself, she still tensed when his hand touched her left shoulder and he kissed her ear, a place he knew she liked for him to lick and kiss. 'See? He's touching me like he knows I like. He's trying to do what I like. He won't hurt me.' He whispered into her ear sweet words, trying to wake her gently as he shook her slightly and slowly pulled her towards him. She rolled over and looked at him, hoping he'd sense she needed to be handled carefully tonight. 'I am a rock. I will not cry. I can control my feelings. Until I'm alone. I can do it. I am a rock. My face is stone. My feelings won't crack through the stone. I am a rock.'
“Hey, babe, are you okay?” He did sense something was wrong, though he wasn't sure of what. She had an odd look on her face and he could feel her heart racing as he kissed her neck, her breathing was shallow and rapid as well and he smelled something on her that he didn't recognize. Was it fear? He kissed her hair as he crawled under the covers and lay down beside her. No, it wasn't fear, not exactly, he knew the smell of fear. She *was* fearful, of that he was certain, he had seen it enough in Azkaban, but why was she so afraid? The smell of fear was masked by something else that he couldn't place.
“What's wrong? You're trembling! And you're ice cold. Are you bleeding?” His voice rose in alarm as he hurriedly sat up and pulled the covers off of her so he could look between her legs, putting his hand down to check her - she immediately bent her knees and clamped her legs closed from the unexpected inspection as her hands flew down to push his away.
“No! No! I'm not bleeding! I'm okay! I'm okay, Master!” She tried to turn away from him, onto her side, but he wouldn't let her. He yanked the covers up, pushed his arm under her shoulders, flipped her, and pulled her over so she was on her belly and partially on top of him in one fell swoop, his right arm around her tightly as he lay on his back while his left arm grabbed at her right so she couldn't push away from him.
“What's wrong?” His voice had more of a command to it than a mere question. He hadn't felt this strange disquieting fear from her since the first night he entered her room and the first week she was down here. Why would she feel this way now?
“Nothing, nothing's r-r-wrong. Nothing.” Her eyes were open and looking for Kreacher. 'Master won't hurt me, Master won't hurt me, Master won't hurt me, Master won't hurt me...' She closed her eyes and listened to his heart beating, felt his chest rising up and down rhythmically, felt the heat of his body as he held her – it was nice, she wanted to stay like this forever.
He felt her starting to relax against him as he rubbed his left hand on her arm, the other hand rubbing her shoulder and upper arm. He brought his left hand up and partly covered her face protectively as he hugged her tightly. She wrapped her right leg tighter around his pelvic area, her foot in between his legs, as he bent his left leg at the knee and used it to cover her leg a little; he felt her sigh as she relaxed further into him.
“Are you feeling better, babe? Did you have a bad dream or something?” He was trying to figure out what could cause her so much fear and a nightmare was all he could think of. He suffered with them over the years, their eerie feeling of reality nearly ungluing him several times, and they had actually worsened after he left Azkaban.
“Bad dream, yes, a bad dream. It was so real, too real.” She snuggled against him, feeling his warmth against her cold skin as she continued to shiver. “Just hold me, please. This is nice, it is.”
He spoke slowly, as if he knew that talking too fast would be unsettling for her. “All right. Did you want to talk about it? Tell me about your dream that was so frightening?” He kissed the top of her head as he rubbed her cheek with his thumb.
She was silent for a moment, debating on whether to tell him what had happened as if it were a dream but then deciding against it. She didn't know how Kreacher would react to her doing that and didn't want to chance any further punishment than she had probably already earned. She was very careful not to think about what had happened, trying to keep her mind blank of the horrors she had endured, fearing he would somehow see it in his own mind. Try as she might, every once in a while, either Bella's or Rodolphus' face would suddenly be in her mind's eye, causing her to shudder involuntarily.
She shook her head 'no' and grabbed his shirt with her hand to pull him closer to her. She suddenly wanted his touch, she wanted his nice big hands on her, to take away the hurt and somehow erase 'their' touch.
“Touch me, Sirius. Please?”
“Touch you?” Now he was completely puzzled; first she acts so frighteningly odd, then she asks to be touched when he's already holding her. “I am, Kitten. How do you mean?”
“Everywhere. Please?”
He pulled back from her a moment, trying to see her face. What had brought this on?
“Do you want me to give you a massage?”
“Yes, yes, that would be nice. A massage.” She nodded her head under his chin, her hair tickling him as she moved.
“All right, sweetie. Let's get your nightie off so I can do it properly.”
He got up onto his knees, watching her silently, waiting for her to begin disrobing.
“Will you take it off for me?” She didn't know why, but it was important for him to remove her negligee. She knew she should feel the need for control and want to remove her clothes herself but she didn't. She had been forced to take her clothes off in front of them and she didn't want to replicate that act, not now. She squirmed uncomfortably as she forced that memory out of her mind. She wanted to feel his hands on her, his hands removing her nightie instead. “And take your clothes off, too?”
He looked at her quietly for a moment. “All right.” He summoned his box of fragrant oils, applying a warming charm on them, then removed his clothes while she watched. Her eyes weren't full of lust as they usually were when he undressed, and he remained flaccid when he normally would have been sporting an impressive erection. He reached down and untied the ribbons that held her nightie in place, then pulled it down slowly, having her lift her hips so he could pull it down her legs carefully; he made sure his hands touched her more than was necessary as he slid them along her legs and then rubbed over her legs reassuringly on the way back up. He looked at her freshly saved triangle and gave a worried smile as he remembered his lustful surprise when he saw it just yesterday. What has happened? He thought about Kreacher and decided to talk to him later on, once back to his room. He certainly smelled him on her and therefore knew that the elf had been at her not long ago, he wondered if Kreacher had done something to hurt or frighten her thoroughly enough to cause this reaction in her. He briefly tried to think of what the elf could have done, but he guiltily couldn't imagine something he thought frightening enough that they had not done to her already. He knew there were horrors in this world that would make her catatonic if she were exposed to them, but he felt relatively sure that the elf wouldn't do anything too outrageous to her without his direction. Sirius did own him, after all, and he had ordered the elf to not harm her.
He kissed her belly and saw her body jerk at his touch; intuitively, he had the impression that she was holding her breath though he had a feeling it wasn't in excited expectation. He sat back on his haunches and looked at her quietly, trying to figure out what was going on and what exactly he should do with her. He sensed he needed to tread very carefully with her and decided he'd have to be mindful for any signs of distress, backing off if necessary and allowing her to recoup before going on. He leaned over to kiss her, his hand automatically going for her breast; his fingers felt her heart beating at record pace while his mind felt her struggling to keep from panicking.
“Sweetie, are you sure it was only a dream?” He kissed her cheek before going for her lips.
“Yes, yes, only a dream. A bad dream. That's all. A dream.” She raised her hand up to touch his arm and bent her leg. She stared at his lips as she spoke, afraid to make eye contact lest he see more than her eye color.
He looked at her silently for a moment, noting her refusal to look him in the eye.
He continued to speak slowly, carefully. “All right. Turn over so I can rub your back, okay?” She complied obediently. She concentrated on his warm, oiled hands that she liked so much, rubbing where there had been whip marks only a few horrid hours ago, concentrating on how his hands felt so she could bring up the memory when she needed to. She began to relax under his touch, hoping he wouldn't stop for a long while.
He felt her muscles, knotted and tight under his hands, loosen slowly as she relaxed. He poured some more oil on her and rubbed it into her skin, noting its softness. He frowned a moment as he felt faint ridges under his fingertips that he never noted before, not sure if he had just never actually noticed them because he was usually in a lust fog while doing this or if these barely perceptible ridges were new. He moved down to her buttocks and thighs, his hands firm as she relaxed further to his touch. He slowly worked his way down to her feet, rubbing each toe separately and smiling as she giggled and squirmed when he rubbed her sole lightly, her ticklishness making itself known.
“Okay, hon, turn over.” She turned and he saw that her nipples remained flat and unaroused, something completely new for her. Usually, by this time, she was practically grabbing at his member and he never had a chance to finish massaging her front. He poured some of the fragrant oil on her chest, it was his favorite, a barely perceptible aroma of cherry blossom that became stronger smelling as it absorbed into her skin, and began to rub it into her – he worked around her neck and shoulders, both arms, then massaged slowly southward, down to her breasts, belly, now bare mons, and thighs. Once done, he lay down beside her, on his side, his head resting on his hand, and watched her silently for a moment as she lay with her eyes closed before turning to look for Kreacher, mentally wishing once again that he could banish that imp from both their lives but knowing that he needed the elf in order to keep her his. He wondered if he would be successful keeping her captive in his room upstairs - if he were able to do that, he wouldn't need Kreacher at all. He put that thought away for later examination. He felt powerless, as if he were under the elf's thumb, and hated it.
“Do you feel better?” He began rubbing her baby bump, his left leg over hers. She snuggled up against him and nodded her head, her right hand coming down to rest over his. He continued to fish for what was wrong. “Babe, you aren't cramping, are you?”
Again, she silently shook her head 'no', her eyes remaining closed. “Sirius? Will you make nice love to me tonight?”
“'Nice love'?”
She nodded, keeping her eyes closed. He thought about what she could mean by 'nice love', did she mean she wanted him to be slow and gentle? Good old vanilla, grandma and grandpa sex? Why would she specifically request that? What the fuck had happened to her today? Kreacher was going to have some explaining to do when he got back upstairs with him.
“Are you sure? We don't have to do anything, sweetie. I can just hold you if that's what you want.”
She thought about that suggestion, thinking about how nice it was to have him hold her, but she needed more. She wanted to feel Sirius inside of her and not him. She was so glad Sirius had his hand over their baby, his rubbing her belly was helping erase the feeling of him rubbing there just a few hours ago. She concentrated hard on how Sirius' hand felt over their baby, his hand was protective and soft and tender. She noticed how he rubbed his thumb back and forth when his hand stilled, how his fingertips felt, and how the warmth of his hand seemed to penetrate her body, traveling towards their baby.
After thinking a moment, she shook her head, a furrow between her brows and a frown on her face as she thought of the reason for her request. “No, please, I want you to make love to me. Nice love.”
Hesitantly, he told her, “Of course, if that's what you want, baby. You tell me if you want me to stop something, okay?” He suddenly wasn't sure he could harden, his worry over her quiet requests that weren't sexual and yet were of a sexual nature disquieting him, and now she specifically asks for gentle loving? He didn't mind doing all of this for her, but he was baffled over why she would want it so out of the blue while also acting so strangely.
He began kissing her neck and ear while his hand rubbed her breasts, going from one to the other as he plucked at her nipples the way he knew she liked it. Her eyes remained closed as her breathing began to quicken and deepen. He noted how she kept her hands fisted, her arms lying tightly next to her sides, something so unlike her.
“Talk to me, Sirius. Please? Talk to me as you touch me?” Her voice was constricted yet husky with arousal and he felt himself beginning to harden against her thigh. He growled into her neck and began to speak erotically to her, telling her what he wanted to do, what he planned to do to her, how she excited him. He smiled as she responded strongly to his salacious words, his voice remaining low as he spoke slowly and deliberately.
She kept her eyes closed as she concentrated on his hands, his nice big hands that she liked so much, and how they felt as they slid over her body - they felt so good, so warm and full of power, yet gentle and soothing. His warm breath swirled over her body as he spoke to her, telling her the things he would do to her, always mentioning “if you want me to” or “if you let me”, giving her the feeling of control while she surrendered herself to his touch just the same. He knew she wanted him to take charge and yet he sensed her need for control, a need for a way out if need be while he also seemed to instinctively know what to do; he was doing exactly what she so desperately needed from him and she took comfort in that.
“Touch me with your mouth, too. I like what you do with your tongue.” She kept her eyes closed as she whispered this to him shyly. He smiled as he complied with her request; his mouth making her giggle and twitch as he swirled his tongue along her side and belly, his fingers lightly trailing her skin as he moved along her body while he continued to whisper to her. Slowly, she continued to relax and, much to his relief, her hands came up to clutch lightly at his body though he noticed she did not touch her own; at one point, he struggled to concentrate on doing for her because he was distracted by her fingers playing with the hair on his belly as she slid her hand tantalizingly close to his privates, her wrist brushing lightly against the tip of his dick, making him twitch, before gliding away, only to come back just as slowly. He smelled her arousal becoming stronger as he stimulated her and moved along to lick and kiss at her thighs and now bare mons, smiling at the thought that he he could be far more intimate with her there and chuckling that he was also grateful he no longer had to deal with hairs getting stuck in the back of his throat at a critical moment.
His hands gently pushed on her inner thighs, indicating silently that he wanted her to open them further, and she did so without hesitation as she began rubbing her hand on his inner thigh abstractedly, her face turned so he could feel her warm breath on his calf, doing much to help the erection he had worried about achieving previously. He considered climbing on top of her, in a '69' position, but then rejected that idea when he decided it was more important for him to not make her feel obligated to do things for him. There would be more time for that later, when he had figured out what was wrong.
He heard her take in a deep breath as he began to pull her glistening lips apart with his fingers, feeling her body stiffen instantly, her legs closing ever so slightly; he kissed her thighs and lightly rubbed his fingers along them as he reminded her quietly that it was him touching her, somehow sensing this was important for her to hear. Slowly, she relaxed again and allowed him to gain entrance to her fragrant acomovulvate as her hand held onto his thigh, her thumb rubbing it lightly. He suppressed the urge to growl as he sniffed deeply before delving in; his humming lips, deft fingers, and probing tongue working to bring her to a strong, yet quiet climax as she arched her back slightly and wriggled nicely for him, her heels digging into the bed, lifting her ass slightly, his name on her lips as her head pushed back into her pillow while her hands twisted and pulled on it desperately.
He slowly licked and kissed his way up, concentrating on his favorite part of her body, her breasts, as he brought her to another, weaker acmegenesis while he suckled her nipples; her fingers spasming in his hair while she held her breath without conscious thought and crossed her legs, quietly rocking her hips as she rode herself through her orgasm.
He finally climbed slowly over top of her, his arms holding much of his weight, intently watching her face as he did so. He continued to speak to her, telling her what he was doing as he slid over her, using his knee to gently open her thighs, then positioning himself between her legs as she opened them for him willingly. He lowered himself onto her, resting his weight on his elbows as he leaned in for a kiss; he smiled as he felt her hands slide along his arms, going dreamily up to his shoulders where she rubbed them gently, her eyes stubbornly remaining closed.
She patted his shoulders lightly. “Put my legs here, Sirius, I want you deep within me.”
He growled at her unexpected request as he adjusted his legs, lifted himself, and slid his hands down her legs, pulling them onto his shoulders; he could feel the welcome backs of her warm thighs on his chest and her lovely round bum at the crook of his groin. He lifted up on his knees, pulling her butt into the air as he did so, her hands clutching at his neck briefly before sliding them down and lightly pressing them on his chest. He brought one arm forward to stabilize himself while pulling back from her slightly as he brought one hand between them; his hands shook with repressed excitement as he guided himself towards her now very wet rim, hesitating for a few frenzied heart beats before slowly and carefully filling her as he watched her face closely. He felt her hands on his chest spasm a little as he penetrated her, her face remaining impassive and somewhat thoughtful, as if she was concentrating hard on what he was doing, concentrating but not exactly enjoying. He placed both hands on either side of her, just above her shoulders, as he held the full of his weight off of her while pondering his next move.
“Babe, are you sure you want me to continue?” His voice was shaking as much as his hands. He feared she would want him to stop and was relieved when she nodded 'yes' as she slid her hands down onto his forearms, her fingers opening and closing a few times before stilling. He pushed himself forward, his chest hard pressed on her legs, glad she was so agile, and kissed her eyes before kissing her lips. “Open your eyes, baby. See that it's me inside of you, sweet heart.”
She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him quietly as she raised her hands to his face and smiled, a tear sliding down her face.
“I love you, Sirius.”
Her revelation was so unexpected that he stared blankly at her for a moment before a look of surprise came over his face, then he smiled brightly. His deeply growled kiss was passionate as he began to slowly pull out of her, then push in just as slowly, burying himself within her as deeply as he could; he summoned all of his self-control to keep from driving into her in the way he desperately wanted to at that moment as he ground his hips into her, pushing himself in further as he wriggled. His lower abdomen felt heated and his chest strangely knotted while his dick was snuggled within his Kitten's warm, tight, welcoming, and very wet passion hole; his cock and balls felt ready to explode and were in dire need of a frenzied fuck at that point. His whole body felt like a spring about to uncoil dangerously as he trembled from his amativeness.
“Baby, I can't hold back any longer. Are you sure?” His voice was tight as he struggled for control; at this point he wasn't sure he could pull back if she said 'no', but, for some strange reason, he felt she needed him to ask for permission. He thought he would explode when he felt her squeeze her tunnel around him a few times as she grabbed at his arms and held on tightly, her beautiful brown eyes finally coming up to look into his.
“Yes, please..... I want you.... I want you so much... Please, Sirius, fuck me....”
With that, Sirius gave out a loud, throaty sound as he pulled out and impaled himself into her powerfully, his grunting getting louder with each vigorous plunge until he came loudly, forcing his last few thrusts into her as hard as he could; his thighs making loud slapping noises as she gave out a squeal and tightened her own thighs slightly with each frenzied slam into her body, her heels driving into him.
Once done, he leaned over her, gasping, for a few moments, his eyes closed, before pushing her legs off of his shoulders and lying on her fully as his limbs weakened and became heavy; his breathing turbulent on the curve of her neck as he waited for his body to calm down while listening to her doing the same. He slid his arms around her, his hands cradling her head gently; he felt her wrap her legs around him while her arms came up under his and curled themselves over his shoulders as she pushed her face into his chest, her breathing as out of control as his own.
When he began to feel chilled, he charmed the covers over them but did not move off of her though he pushed his legs into a more comfortable position. He kissed the top of her head before grabbing her hair and pulling her head back so he could see her face, he was slightly alarmed to see tears in the corners of her once again closed eyes.
“Kitten? Baby? Look at me, please.”
She opened her eyes and hesitantly looked into his face, but he could tell that she was, once again, avoiding eye contact. He leaned in and kissed her, then whispered into her ear, “You know I love you, baby. I love you very much.” She nodded 'yes', then made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whimper, as if she were trying not to cry.
He pulled back suddenly, his fingers in her hair, firmly keeping her head in place, and examined her face with alarm, noting another tear as it slid down into the hair on her temple. “Is something wrong? Did something happen last night or today to frighten you so?” He kissed her face lightly, then licked off her tears – an action that made her take in a sudden deep breath, she knew he didn't realize she did so with fear as she remembered Bella's tongue doing the same thing; she reasoned that at least Sirius did not do it in the exact same manner and she was glad for that.
“It was all a bad dream, that's all it was. A bad dream. And then, while you were in me, being so kind and thou-thoughtful....” She took in a few shaky breaths as more tears fell. “I, I suddenly realized my feelings f-for you and I wa-was overwhelmed.” Her voice trembled and became increasingly teary as she spoke. He looked at her, puzzled by her tears as he wiped them away with his thumb.
“Are you sure, sweet pea?”
“Yes. I love you, you are my darling Sirius. I love you. I love your touch. I love your gentleness. I love your caring ways. I love your baby. I love you.” She kissed his neck with each declaration and began to move enticingly beneath him. He was surprised when she gave him a lovebite for the first time, he raised his shoulders and hummed appreciatively as she did so, now understanding why she liked them so much. He felt her arms go around his neck as they began to kiss, his dick hardening while still inside of her. He then made slow, 'nice love' to her, Hermione purring lovingly beneath him while they rocked together as one.
Afterwards, they fell asleep holding each other, first while he was on top of her, then while he held her after he sleepily slid off of her, her weak protests just as sleepy until he spooned her securely against him, the both of them once again relaxing and settling back into a blissful sleep. He held her tightly, possessively, and didn't let go of her for the rest of the night.
Kreacher watched all of this silently, his eyes narrowing when the Mudblood slut professed her love for their Master. He stroked himself as he watched Master mouthing her, and he came when his Master came. He sensed he needed to leave them alone tonight, feeling his Master's anger towards him, but no matter, he'd be at the Mudblood after Master left. Oh, yes, he would. He'd be at her all right, making sure she knew she was a sex slave. Mistress will also make her remember her place in the wizarding world once he reported what happened tonight. Oh, yes, she will.
He smiled as he thought about what had happened earlier that day, how his Master and Mistress had taken total control of their new toy. He had become truly worried at one point and almost broke unwritten house elf rules when he suddenly felt the need to grab his property and take her away, but they healed her as good as new and continued to fuck the shit out of their toy in various depraved ways for several more hours. His Mistress Bella was particularly lustful for the Mudblood and had him participate when Master Rodolphus had to take a time out to rest.
He smiled when he thought about when the other house elves had been summoned, and how proud he was when Mistress allowed him to direct them as they kept the Mudblood busy for quite a long while; the elves were particularly happy because they had pleased their Masters by giving a good show on top of enjoying their first taste of a Mudblood sex slave. He had enjoyed watching the Slave taking on so many dicks at once and seeing her look like a glazed donut after the elves were done with her.
He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes as he reminisced about the continued abuse of the Mudblood – his Mistress and Master Lestrange really knew how to use a sex slave; he didn't have to struggle to get them to do things to her by staying up half the night instructing them and he truly enjoyed himself as he both watched and participated in the festivities.
Yes, today had been enjoyable, for the most part. The only time he had been truly worried for the safety of the Mudblood was when Master had cut her to make her wet; the Mudblood had been in very bad pain then and her screams actually scared him a little. The screams were similar to the day they broke her, and while he may have enjoyed those particularly despondent screams when he was helping inflict the pain and humiliation upon his Slave with his Master, he hadn't liked them so much when someone else broke her to their will. But, he thought merrily, her screams went away when they were done with her and she was finally healed with the Stihealing potion after three glorious and very entertaining applications by his Mistress. That potion had to be used several times during the course of her visit with the Lestranges and he found he liked it much more than his Master's healing paste. Oh, yes, he definitely did.
When they had finished with her a few hours later, Mistress had performed a powerful cleaning charm on the Slave, even pointing her wand up the Mudblood's cunt and ass to clean her of their fluids, which made the Mudblood groan nicely as she doubled over for a few minutes. When he brought her back home, nicely distraught and naked (Mistress kept her clothes as a souvenir), she had tried to climb into the bed but he forced her to take a shower with him instead. He made her scrub her body repeatedly and then scrubbed her lower body himself, paying particular attention to her orifices as he rammed his fingers into her and cleaned her out as thoroughly as he could. He couldn't help himself and took advantage of her nakedness at face level as she wept while she clung to the towel bar, her sorrowful cries of, “No, Master Kreacher, no!” as she came making him laugh; she got onto her hands and knees instantly when he commanded, allowing him to do what he wanted like a good sex slave should.
Once finished pleasing himself with her, he made her lie on her back with her legs open wide so he could shave her, determined to keep her pussy bald; he used copious amounts of the fragrant Muggle shaving cream she used on her legs, telling her he would be shaving her every day when they showered together from now on. He had also ordered her to rest on her elbows and watch him as he shaved her, his fingers playing with more than the shaving cream as he used the razor delicately; he made her struggle to to stay still as he tormented her, slowly bringing her to yet another tearful climax as she threw her head back with a pained look on her face; he enjoyed looking up at her from between her legs, seeing the water splatter her body as her tits heaved with each gasping breath.
Once done with their shower, he had fucked her while she leaned over the toilet on her knees, ignoring her cries about how all she wanted to do was go to sleep. He needed to make sure the scent of the Lestranges and all the house elves were hidden well and, other than forcing her to shower with herbal soaps and the magicked cleansing spells that had already been done, he thought that a good fuck would make his essence the strongest on her when Master came to visit; he was well aware of how impressive his Master's sense of smell was and he wasn't taking any chances. He had made sure to smear their combined sex juices on her body, concentrating on her tits, bum, and thighs. He also made her lick his member and his fingers clean.
After he finished fucking her, he made her get into her trained sitting position and informed her of the new rules of their daily outings. If she was a good girl and followed those rules, she would be healed and brought back. If not, the girl Ginny would be taken in her place instead and left permanently with the Lestranges for their entertainment purposes. She had broken down at that point and sobbed frantically, begging him to leave Ginny alone, telling him through her tears that she would be a good girl and do her best to do what she was told.
Once he felt she had groveled at his feet long enough, begging for her pure-blood-traitor friend, Ginny, he considered using her last orifice, so far left untouched since her shower, but decided his leavings in her cunt and mouth, plus what he had rubbed all over her, were enough to cover up any evidence of her whoring with her other Masters.
After the foolish Mudblood got herself under control, she scrubbed her teeth and washed her face several times, then climbed into bed slowly and lay there quietly until he brought their Master. He had heard her sucking on her thumb and laughed at the ridiculousness of her behavior, telling her she was proving herself the baby whore Mistress Bella had called her. He missed his Mistress already, but knew tomorrow would come soon enough. Tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after. He smiled brightly as he stroked himself silently to completion again, his eyes on the Mudblood's face. Yes, they'd have fun soon enough. Oh, yes, they would.
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Authors notes, you may freely skip:
OK, now, I'm sure it's not too hard to figure out why Hermione has suddenly declared she loved Sirius, right? What do you suppose her emotional state is at this point?
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Me thinks Kreacher is ruining his chances of being her bedmate, don't you think?
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Once again, I had fun using some of the words I've newly discovered in this story (such as acomovulvate).
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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 6,593
Chapter 16 Edit Date: 01/03/2009
Clean-up editing: 04/25/2009
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A chapter that contains strong emotional content (or, at least, I think it does) that I hope is realistic enough. Of course, there's sex, but the sex isn't what you expect – as in, no big warnings for this chapter like the last one – and yes, this was written before all those scathing reviews about chapter 15!
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Dedicated to my online friend, Bob, who wants much more romance in the story. Same for tulle, if you are still reading! However, remember, this is romantic, in a way, but also so much more.
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Chapter 16 – Revelations, Declarations, and Rules
Story date: December 21st, 1995
Hermione lay quietly, curled up, on the bed, eyes staring at the wall while she sucked her thumb; she hoped that this infantile behavior would somehow comfort her, but it didn't no matter how hard she sucked. She finally gave up and popped her thumb out when she heard Kreacher bring Sirius into the room. She tensed as she heard her Master coming towards her but continued to lay still in the bed; she figured if she didn't turn to look at him he would think that she was asleep. She was struggling with the fact that she dreaded the thought of him touching her while her mind did some quick rationalizations - 'He's not the one who hurt you. He doesn't hurt you, not really. He cares for you. You like his touch. His touch feels good. He won't hurt you.' She was trying hard to keep from flinching when she felt his hand; she needed to stay in control so he didn't know things had gone terribly wrong while out today – a lot depended on her remaining in control.
“Hey, sleepy head, it's time to wake up.” Sirius had climbed onto the bed, she felt the bed dipping down further as he neared her and she prepared herself for the inevitable touch. She sensed Kreacher watching her, judging her reaction.
Finally, she could feel the heat of his hand coming near her, and the heat of his face. He was going to nuzzle her or kiss her ear or something, and her heart raced as she fought to keep from sinking down further into the bed to get away from him. 'You like his touch. He'll caress you and replace their touch with his. He'll be nice to you. He's a man but he's not like 'him'. Oh, please, don't let him want wild sex tonight! Please!'
Despite her struggles to prepare herself, she still tensed when his hand touched her left shoulder and he kissed her ear, a place he knew she liked for him to lick and kiss. 'See? He's touching me like he knows I like. He's trying to do what I like. He won't hurt me.' He whispered into her ear sweet words, trying to wake her gently as he shook her slightly and slowly pulled her towards him. She rolled over and looked at him, hoping he'd sense she needed to be handled carefully tonight. 'I am a rock. I will not cry. I can control my feelings. Until I'm alone. I can do it. I am a rock. My face is stone. My feelings won't crack through the stone. I am a rock.'
“Hey, babe, are you okay?” He did sense something was wrong, though he wasn't sure of what. She had an odd look on her face and he could feel her heart racing as he kissed her neck, her breathing was shallow and rapid as well and he smelled something on her that he didn't recognize. Was it fear? He kissed her hair as he crawled under the covers and lay down beside her. No, it wasn't fear, not exactly, he knew the smell of fear. She *was* fearful, of that he was certain, he had seen it enough in Azkaban, but why was she so afraid? The smell of fear was masked by something else that he couldn't place.
“What's wrong? You're trembling! And you're ice cold. Are you bleeding?” His voice rose in alarm as he hurriedly sat up and pulled the covers off of her so he could look between her legs, putting his hand down to check her - she immediately bent her knees and clamped her legs closed from the unexpected inspection as her hands flew down to push his away.
“No! No! I'm not bleeding! I'm okay! I'm okay, Master!” She tried to turn away from him, onto her side, but he wouldn't let her. He yanked the covers up, pushed his arm under her shoulders, flipped her, and pulled her over so she was on her belly and partially on top of him in one fell swoop, his right arm around her tightly as he lay on his back while his left arm grabbed at her right so she couldn't push away from him.
“What's wrong?” His voice had more of a command to it than a mere question. He hadn't felt this strange disquieting fear from her since the first night he entered her room and the first week she was down here. Why would she feel this way now?
“Nothing, nothing's r-r-wrong. Nothing.” Her eyes were open and looking for Kreacher. 'Master won't hurt me, Master won't hurt me, Master won't hurt me, Master won't hurt me...' She closed her eyes and listened to his heart beating, felt his chest rising up and down rhythmically, felt the heat of his body as he held her – it was nice, she wanted to stay like this forever.
He felt her starting to relax against him as he rubbed his left hand on her arm, the other hand rubbing her shoulder and upper arm. He brought his left hand up and partly covered her face protectively as he hugged her tightly. She wrapped her right leg tighter around his pelvic area, her foot in between his legs, as he bent his left leg at the knee and used it to cover her leg a little; he felt her sigh as she relaxed further into him.
“Are you feeling better, babe? Did you have a bad dream or something?” He was trying to figure out what could cause her so much fear and a nightmare was all he could think of. He suffered with them over the years, their eerie feeling of reality nearly ungluing him several times, and they had actually worsened after he left Azkaban.
“Bad dream, yes, a bad dream. It was so real, too real.” She snuggled against him, feeling his warmth against her cold skin as she continued to shiver. “Just hold me, please. This is nice, it is.”
He spoke slowly, as if he knew that talking too fast would be unsettling for her. “All right. Did you want to talk about it? Tell me about your dream that was so frightening?” He kissed the top of her head as he rubbed her cheek with his thumb.
She was silent for a moment, debating on whether to tell him what had happened as if it were a dream but then deciding against it. She didn't know how Kreacher would react to her doing that and didn't want to chance any further punishment than she had probably already earned. She was very careful not to think about what had happened, trying to keep her mind blank of the horrors she had endured, fearing he would somehow see it in his own mind. Try as she might, every once in a while, either Bella's or Rodolphus' face would suddenly be in her mind's eye, causing her to shudder involuntarily.
She shook her head 'no' and grabbed his shirt with her hand to pull him closer to her. She suddenly wanted his touch, she wanted his nice big hands on her, to take away the hurt and somehow erase 'their' touch.
“Touch me, Sirius. Please?”
“Touch you?” Now he was completely puzzled; first she acts so frighteningly odd, then she asks to be touched when he's already holding her. “I am, Kitten. How do you mean?”
“Everywhere. Please?”
He pulled back from her a moment, trying to see her face. What had brought this on?
“Do you want me to give you a massage?”
“Yes, yes, that would be nice. A massage.” She nodded her head under his chin, her hair tickling him as she moved.
“All right, sweetie. Let's get your nightie off so I can do it properly.”
He got up onto his knees, watching her silently, waiting for her to begin disrobing.
“Will you take it off for me?” She didn't know why, but it was important for him to remove her negligee. She knew she should feel the need for control and want to remove her clothes herself but she didn't. She had been forced to take her clothes off in front of them and she didn't want to replicate that act, not now. She squirmed uncomfortably as she forced that memory out of her mind. She wanted to feel his hands on her, his hands removing her nightie instead. “And take your clothes off, too?”
He looked at her quietly for a moment. “All right.” He summoned his box of fragrant oils, applying a warming charm on them, then removed his clothes while she watched. Her eyes weren't full of lust as they usually were when he undressed, and he remained flaccid when he normally would have been sporting an impressive erection. He reached down and untied the ribbons that held her nightie in place, then pulled it down slowly, having her lift her hips so he could pull it down her legs carefully; he made sure his hands touched her more than was necessary as he slid them along her legs and then rubbed over her legs reassuringly on the way back up. He looked at her freshly saved triangle and gave a worried smile as he remembered his lustful surprise when he saw it just yesterday. What has happened? He thought about Kreacher and decided to talk to him later on, once back to his room. He certainly smelled him on her and therefore knew that the elf had been at her not long ago, he wondered if Kreacher had done something to hurt or frighten her thoroughly enough to cause this reaction in her. He briefly tried to think of what the elf could have done, but he guiltily couldn't imagine something he thought frightening enough that they had not done to her already. He knew there were horrors in this world that would make her catatonic if she were exposed to them, but he felt relatively sure that the elf wouldn't do anything too outrageous to her without his direction. Sirius did own him, after all, and he had ordered the elf to not harm her.
He kissed her belly and saw her body jerk at his touch; intuitively, he had the impression that she was holding her breath though he had a feeling it wasn't in excited expectation. He sat back on his haunches and looked at her quietly, trying to figure out what was going on and what exactly he should do with her. He sensed he needed to tread very carefully with her and decided he'd have to be mindful for any signs of distress, backing off if necessary and allowing her to recoup before going on. He leaned over to kiss her, his hand automatically going for her breast; his fingers felt her heart beating at record pace while his mind felt her struggling to keep from panicking.
“Sweetie, are you sure it was only a dream?” He kissed her cheek before going for her lips.
“Yes, yes, only a dream. A bad dream. That's all. A dream.” She raised her hand up to touch his arm and bent her leg. She stared at his lips as she spoke, afraid to make eye contact lest he see more than her eye color.
He looked at her silently for a moment, noting her refusal to look him in the eye.
He continued to speak slowly, carefully. “All right. Turn over so I can rub your back, okay?” She complied obediently. She concentrated on his warm, oiled hands that she liked so much, rubbing where there had been whip marks only a few horrid hours ago, concentrating on how his hands felt so she could bring up the memory when she needed to. She began to relax under his touch, hoping he wouldn't stop for a long while.
He felt her muscles, knotted and tight under his hands, loosen slowly as she relaxed. He poured some more oil on her and rubbed it into her skin, noting its softness. He frowned a moment as he felt faint ridges under his fingertips that he never noted before, not sure if he had just never actually noticed them because he was usually in a lust fog while doing this or if these barely perceptible ridges were new. He moved down to her buttocks and thighs, his hands firm as she relaxed further to his touch. He slowly worked his way down to her feet, rubbing each toe separately and smiling as she giggled and squirmed when he rubbed her sole lightly, her ticklishness making itself known.
“Okay, hon, turn over.” She turned and he saw that her nipples remained flat and unaroused, something completely new for her. Usually, by this time, she was practically grabbing at his member and he never had a chance to finish massaging her front. He poured some of the fragrant oil on her chest, it was his favorite, a barely perceptible aroma of cherry blossom that became stronger smelling as it absorbed into her skin, and began to rub it into her – he worked around her neck and shoulders, both arms, then massaged slowly southward, down to her breasts, belly, now bare mons, and thighs. Once done, he lay down beside her, on his side, his head resting on his hand, and watched her silently for a moment as she lay with her eyes closed before turning to look for Kreacher, mentally wishing once again that he could banish that imp from both their lives but knowing that he needed the elf in order to keep her his. He wondered if he would be successful keeping her captive in his room upstairs - if he were able to do that, he wouldn't need Kreacher at all. He put that thought away for later examination. He felt powerless, as if he were under the elf's thumb, and hated it.
“Do you feel better?” He began rubbing her baby bump, his left leg over hers. She snuggled up against him and nodded her head, her right hand coming down to rest over his. He continued to fish for what was wrong. “Babe, you aren't cramping, are you?”
Again, she silently shook her head 'no', her eyes remaining closed. “Sirius? Will you make nice love to me tonight?”
“'Nice love'?”
She nodded, keeping her eyes closed. He thought about what she could mean by 'nice love', did she mean she wanted him to be slow and gentle? Good old vanilla, grandma and grandpa sex? Why would she specifically request that? What the fuck had happened to her today? Kreacher was going to have some explaining to do when he got back upstairs with him.
“Are you sure? We don't have to do anything, sweetie. I can just hold you if that's what you want.”
She thought about that suggestion, thinking about how nice it was to have him hold her, but she needed more. She wanted to feel Sirius inside of her and not him. She was so glad Sirius had his hand over their baby, his rubbing her belly was helping erase the feeling of him rubbing there just a few hours ago. She concentrated hard on how Sirius' hand felt over their baby, his hand was protective and soft and tender. She noticed how he rubbed his thumb back and forth when his hand stilled, how his fingertips felt, and how the warmth of his hand seemed to penetrate her body, traveling towards their baby.
After thinking a moment, she shook her head, a furrow between her brows and a frown on her face as she thought of the reason for her request. “No, please, I want you to make love to me. Nice love.”
Hesitantly, he told her, “Of course, if that's what you want, baby. You tell me if you want me to stop something, okay?” He suddenly wasn't sure he could harden, his worry over her quiet requests that weren't sexual and yet were of a sexual nature disquieting him, and now she specifically asks for gentle loving? He didn't mind doing all of this for her, but he was baffled over why she would want it so out of the blue while also acting so strangely.
He began kissing her neck and ear while his hand rubbed her breasts, going from one to the other as he plucked at her nipples the way he knew she liked it. Her eyes remained closed as her breathing began to quicken and deepen. He noted how she kept her hands fisted, her arms lying tightly next to her sides, something so unlike her.
“Talk to me, Sirius. Please? Talk to me as you touch me?” Her voice was constricted yet husky with arousal and he felt himself beginning to harden against her thigh. He growled into her neck and began to speak erotically to her, telling her what he wanted to do, what he planned to do to her, how she excited him. He smiled as she responded strongly to his salacious words, his voice remaining low as he spoke slowly and deliberately.
She kept her eyes closed as she concentrated on his hands, his nice big hands that she liked so much, and how they felt as they slid over her body - they felt so good, so warm and full of power, yet gentle and soothing. His warm breath swirled over her body as he spoke to her, telling her the things he would do to her, always mentioning “if you want me to” or “if you let me”, giving her the feeling of control while she surrendered herself to his touch just the same. He knew she wanted him to take charge and yet he sensed her need for control, a need for a way out if need be while he also seemed to instinctively know what to do; he was doing exactly what she so desperately needed from him and she took comfort in that.
“Touch me with your mouth, too. I like what you do with your tongue.” She kept her eyes closed as she whispered this to him shyly. He smiled as he complied with her request; his mouth making her giggle and twitch as he swirled his tongue along her side and belly, his fingers lightly trailing her skin as he moved along her body while he continued to whisper to her. Slowly, she continued to relax and, much to his relief, her hands came up to clutch lightly at his body though he noticed she did not touch her own; at one point, he struggled to concentrate on doing for her because he was distracted by her fingers playing with the hair on his belly as she slid her hand tantalizingly close to his privates, her wrist brushing lightly against the tip of his dick, making him twitch, before gliding away, only to come back just as slowly. He smelled her arousal becoming stronger as he stimulated her and moved along to lick and kiss at her thighs and now bare mons, smiling at the thought that he he could be far more intimate with her there and chuckling that he was also grateful he no longer had to deal with hairs getting stuck in the back of his throat at a critical moment.
His hands gently pushed on her inner thighs, indicating silently that he wanted her to open them further, and she did so without hesitation as she began rubbing her hand on his inner thigh abstractedly, her face turned so he could feel her warm breath on his calf, doing much to help the erection he had worried about achieving previously. He considered climbing on top of her, in a '69' position, but then rejected that idea when he decided it was more important for him to not make her feel obligated to do things for him. There would be more time for that later, when he had figured out what was wrong.
He heard her take in a deep breath as he began to pull her glistening lips apart with his fingers, feeling her body stiffen instantly, her legs closing ever so slightly; he kissed her thighs and lightly rubbed his fingers along them as he reminded her quietly that it was him touching her, somehow sensing this was important for her to hear. Slowly, she relaxed again and allowed him to gain entrance to her fragrant acomovulvate as her hand held onto his thigh, her thumb rubbing it lightly. He suppressed the urge to growl as he sniffed deeply before delving in; his humming lips, deft fingers, and probing tongue working to bring her to a strong, yet quiet climax as she arched her back slightly and wriggled nicely for him, her heels digging into the bed, lifting her ass slightly, his name on her lips as her head pushed back into her pillow while her hands twisted and pulled on it desperately.
He slowly licked and kissed his way up, concentrating on his favorite part of her body, her breasts, as he brought her to another, weaker acmegenesis while he suckled her nipples; her fingers spasming in his hair while she held her breath without conscious thought and crossed her legs, quietly rocking her hips as she rode herself through her orgasm.
He finally climbed slowly over top of her, his arms holding much of his weight, intently watching her face as he did so. He continued to speak to her, telling her what he was doing as he slid over her, using his knee to gently open her thighs, then positioning himself between her legs as she opened them for him willingly. He lowered himself onto her, resting his weight on his elbows as he leaned in for a kiss; he smiled as he felt her hands slide along his arms, going dreamily up to his shoulders where she rubbed them gently, her eyes stubbornly remaining closed.
She patted his shoulders lightly. “Put my legs here, Sirius, I want you deep within me.”
He growled at her unexpected request as he adjusted his legs, lifted himself, and slid his hands down her legs, pulling them onto his shoulders; he could feel the welcome backs of her warm thighs on his chest and her lovely round bum at the crook of his groin. He lifted up on his knees, pulling her butt into the air as he did so, her hands clutching at his neck briefly before sliding them down and lightly pressing them on his chest. He brought one arm forward to stabilize himself while pulling back from her slightly as he brought one hand between them; his hands shook with repressed excitement as he guided himself towards her now very wet rim, hesitating for a few frenzied heart beats before slowly and carefully filling her as he watched her face closely. He felt her hands on his chest spasm a little as he penetrated her, her face remaining impassive and somewhat thoughtful, as if she was concentrating hard on what he was doing, concentrating but not exactly enjoying. He placed both hands on either side of her, just above her shoulders, as he held the full of his weight off of her while pondering his next move.
“Babe, are you sure you want me to continue?” His voice was shaking as much as his hands. He feared she would want him to stop and was relieved when she nodded 'yes' as she slid her hands down onto his forearms, her fingers opening and closing a few times before stilling. He pushed himself forward, his chest hard pressed on her legs, glad she was so agile, and kissed her eyes before kissing her lips. “Open your eyes, baby. See that it's me inside of you, sweet heart.”
She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him quietly as she raised her hands to his face and smiled, a tear sliding down her face.
“I love you, Sirius.”
Her revelation was so unexpected that he stared blankly at her for a moment before a look of surprise came over his face, then he smiled brightly. His deeply growled kiss was passionate as he began to slowly pull out of her, then push in just as slowly, burying himself within her as deeply as he could; he summoned all of his self-control to keep from driving into her in the way he desperately wanted to at that moment as he ground his hips into her, pushing himself in further as he wriggled. His lower abdomen felt heated and his chest strangely knotted while his dick was snuggled within his Kitten's warm, tight, welcoming, and very wet passion hole; his cock and balls felt ready to explode and were in dire need of a frenzied fuck at that point. His whole body felt like a spring about to uncoil dangerously as he trembled from his amativeness.
“Baby, I can't hold back any longer. Are you sure?” His voice was tight as he struggled for control; at this point he wasn't sure he could pull back if she said 'no', but, for some strange reason, he felt she needed him to ask for permission. He thought he would explode when he felt her squeeze her tunnel around him a few times as she grabbed at his arms and held on tightly, her beautiful brown eyes finally coming up to look into his.
“Yes, please..... I want you.... I want you so much... Please, Sirius, fuck me....”
With that, Sirius gave out a loud, throaty sound as he pulled out and impaled himself into her powerfully, his grunting getting louder with each vigorous plunge until he came loudly, forcing his last few thrusts into her as hard as he could; his thighs making loud slapping noises as she gave out a squeal and tightened her own thighs slightly with each frenzied slam into her body, her heels driving into him.
Once done, he leaned over her, gasping, for a few moments, his eyes closed, before pushing her legs off of his shoulders and lying on her fully as his limbs weakened and became heavy; his breathing turbulent on the curve of her neck as he waited for his body to calm down while listening to her doing the same. He slid his arms around her, his hands cradling her head gently; he felt her wrap her legs around him while her arms came up under his and curled themselves over his shoulders as she pushed her face into his chest, her breathing as out of control as his own.
When he began to feel chilled, he charmed the covers over them but did not move off of her though he pushed his legs into a more comfortable position. He kissed the top of her head before grabbing her hair and pulling her head back so he could see her face, he was slightly alarmed to see tears in the corners of her once again closed eyes.
“Kitten? Baby? Look at me, please.”
She opened her eyes and hesitantly looked into his face, but he could tell that she was, once again, avoiding eye contact. He leaned in and kissed her, then whispered into her ear, “You know I love you, baby. I love you very much.” She nodded 'yes', then made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whimper, as if she were trying not to cry.
He pulled back suddenly, his fingers in her hair, firmly keeping her head in place, and examined her face with alarm, noting another tear as it slid down into the hair on her temple. “Is something wrong? Did something happen last night or today to frighten you so?” He kissed her face lightly, then licked off her tears – an action that made her take in a sudden deep breath, she knew he didn't realize she did so with fear as she remembered Bella's tongue doing the same thing; she reasoned that at least Sirius did not do it in the exact same manner and she was glad for that.
“It was all a bad dream, that's all it was. A bad dream. And then, while you were in me, being so kind and thou-thoughtful....” She took in a few shaky breaths as more tears fell. “I, I suddenly realized my feelings f-for you and I wa-was overwhelmed.” Her voice trembled and became increasingly teary as she spoke. He looked at her, puzzled by her tears as he wiped them away with his thumb.
“Are you sure, sweet pea?”
“Yes. I love you, you are my darling Sirius. I love you. I love your touch. I love your gentleness. I love your caring ways. I love your baby. I love you.” She kissed his neck with each declaration and began to move enticingly beneath him. He was surprised when she gave him a lovebite for the first time, he raised his shoulders and hummed appreciatively as she did so, now understanding why she liked them so much. He felt her arms go around his neck as they began to kiss, his dick hardening while still inside of her. He then made slow, 'nice love' to her, Hermione purring lovingly beneath him while they rocked together as one.
Afterwards, they fell asleep holding each other, first while he was on top of her, then while he held her after he sleepily slid off of her, her weak protests just as sleepy until he spooned her securely against him, the both of them once again relaxing and settling back into a blissful sleep. He held her tightly, possessively, and didn't let go of her for the rest of the night.
Kreacher watched all of this silently, his eyes narrowing when the Mudblood slut professed her love for their Master. He stroked himself as he watched Master mouthing her, and he came when his Master came. He sensed he needed to leave them alone tonight, feeling his Master's anger towards him, but no matter, he'd be at the Mudblood after Master left. Oh, yes, he would. He'd be at her all right, making sure she knew she was a sex slave. Mistress will also make her remember her place in the wizarding world once he reported what happened tonight. Oh, yes, she will.
He smiled as he thought about what had happened earlier that day, how his Master and Mistress had taken total control of their new toy. He had become truly worried at one point and almost broke unwritten house elf rules when he suddenly felt the need to grab his property and take her away, but they healed her as good as new and continued to fuck the shit out of their toy in various depraved ways for several more hours. His Mistress Bella was particularly lustful for the Mudblood and had him participate when Master Rodolphus had to take a time out to rest.
He smiled when he thought about when the other house elves had been summoned, and how proud he was when Mistress allowed him to direct them as they kept the Mudblood busy for quite a long while; the elves were particularly happy because they had pleased their Masters by giving a good show on top of enjoying their first taste of a Mudblood sex slave. He had enjoyed watching the Slave taking on so many dicks at once and seeing her look like a glazed donut after the elves were done with her.
He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes as he reminisced about the continued abuse of the Mudblood – his Mistress and Master Lestrange really knew how to use a sex slave; he didn't have to struggle to get them to do things to her by staying up half the night instructing them and he truly enjoyed himself as he both watched and participated in the festivities.
Yes, today had been enjoyable, for the most part. The only time he had been truly worried for the safety of the Mudblood was when Master had cut her to make her wet; the Mudblood had been in very bad pain then and her screams actually scared him a little. The screams were similar to the day they broke her, and while he may have enjoyed those particularly despondent screams when he was helping inflict the pain and humiliation upon his Slave with his Master, he hadn't liked them so much when someone else broke her to their will. But, he thought merrily, her screams went away when they were done with her and she was finally healed with the Stihealing potion after three glorious and very entertaining applications by his Mistress. That potion had to be used several times during the course of her visit with the Lestranges and he found he liked it much more than his Master's healing paste. Oh, yes, he definitely did.
When they had finished with her a few hours later, Mistress had performed a powerful cleaning charm on the Slave, even pointing her wand up the Mudblood's cunt and ass to clean her of their fluids, which made the Mudblood groan nicely as she doubled over for a few minutes. When he brought her back home, nicely distraught and naked (Mistress kept her clothes as a souvenir), she had tried to climb into the bed but he forced her to take a shower with him instead. He made her scrub her body repeatedly and then scrubbed her lower body himself, paying particular attention to her orifices as he rammed his fingers into her and cleaned her out as thoroughly as he could. He couldn't help himself and took advantage of her nakedness at face level as she wept while she clung to the towel bar, her sorrowful cries of, “No, Master Kreacher, no!” as she came making him laugh; she got onto her hands and knees instantly when he commanded, allowing him to do what he wanted like a good sex slave should.
Once finished pleasing himself with her, he made her lie on her back with her legs open wide so he could shave her, determined to keep her pussy bald; he used copious amounts of the fragrant Muggle shaving cream she used on her legs, telling her he would be shaving her every day when they showered together from now on. He had also ordered her to rest on her elbows and watch him as he shaved her, his fingers playing with more than the shaving cream as he used the razor delicately; he made her struggle to to stay still as he tormented her, slowly bringing her to yet another tearful climax as she threw her head back with a pained look on her face; he enjoyed looking up at her from between her legs, seeing the water splatter her body as her tits heaved with each gasping breath.
Once done with their shower, he had fucked her while she leaned over the toilet on her knees, ignoring her cries about how all she wanted to do was go to sleep. He needed to make sure the scent of the Lestranges and all the house elves were hidden well and, other than forcing her to shower with herbal soaps and the magicked cleansing spells that had already been done, he thought that a good fuck would make his essence the strongest on her when Master came to visit; he was well aware of how impressive his Master's sense of smell was and he wasn't taking any chances. He had made sure to smear their combined sex juices on her body, concentrating on her tits, bum, and thighs. He also made her lick his member and his fingers clean.
After he finished fucking her, he made her get into her trained sitting position and informed her of the new rules of their daily outings. If she was a good girl and followed those rules, she would be healed and brought back. If not, the girl Ginny would be taken in her place instead and left permanently with the Lestranges for their entertainment purposes. She had broken down at that point and sobbed frantically, begging him to leave Ginny alone, telling him through her tears that she would be a good girl and do her best to do what she was told.
Once he felt she had groveled at his feet long enough, begging for her pure-blood-traitor friend, Ginny, he considered using her last orifice, so far left untouched since her shower, but decided his leavings in her cunt and mouth, plus what he had rubbed all over her, were enough to cover up any evidence of her whoring with her other Masters.
After the foolish Mudblood got herself under control, she scrubbed her teeth and washed her face several times, then climbed into bed slowly and lay there quietly until he brought their Master. He had heard her sucking on her thumb and laughed at the ridiculousness of her behavior, telling her she was proving herself the baby whore Mistress Bella had called her. He missed his Mistress already, but knew tomorrow would come soon enough. Tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after. He smiled brightly as he stroked himself silently to completion again, his eyes on the Mudblood's face. Yes, they'd have fun soon enough. Oh, yes, they would.
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Authors notes, you may freely skip:
OK, now, I'm sure it's not too hard to figure out why Hermione has suddenly declared she loved Sirius, right? What do you suppose her emotional state is at this point?
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Me thinks Kreacher is ruining his chances of being her bedmate, don't you think?
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Once again, I had fun using some of the words I've newly discovered in this story (such as acomovulvate).
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