Sirius\'s Friend

It had been a long time since he\'d made love to anyone. All those years at Azkabhan had sated his normal sexual appetites. He was aware that some of the prisoners kept each other...happy...but that wasn\'t his way. He didn\'t blame them. They needed something to replace the hope that the dementors sucked out of them.

He looked at her now as she entered the cave. She had been bringing him food for a while, ever since she\'d stumbled across him while walking on the moors around Hogsmeade. He didn\'t have time to change into a dog, so she was able to see him as he really was. She began teasing him about his long hair and beard.

\"Come to my house.\" she offered now. \"My parents are away at a wizards convention. You can bathe and have a shave.\"

It was too good an offer to refuse, so he followed her to the farm.

\"Why do you still live with your parents?\" he asked her on the way there.

\"I was married, but only for a short time.\" she told him. \"My husband was a Muggle...Voldemort killed him...\" there was a lot of sadness in her voice. \"That was thirteen years ago, when I was twenty. We\'d only been married a short time...\" her voice tapered off. She was remembering their frantic love-making. She began to wonder how Sirius would feel...inside her...she pushed the thought away.

\"The bathroom is at the top of the stairs.\" she told him when they reached the farmhouse. \"There is a razor and some scissors above the sink.\" she said helpfully.

As she prepared a meal, she began to imagine him in the bathtub...she wondered how he would look once he was shaved...

\"Gwen...\" he shouted, \"Can you help me?\"

She made her way upstairs. He was standing topless near the sink, trying to cut his hair at the back. She laughed.

\"Sit down.\" she said, and pointed to a chair.

She started to cut off the matted hair, then when it was short, she moved the chair so that he could lean backwards over the sink. She ran the water over his head, and squirted some lavendar shampoo into her hands. He felt her hands on his scalp, slowly washing away the years of dirt. As she washed his hair, she kept leaning over him, the soft curve of her breast brushing his face. He fought the compulsion to touch her, but he could feel himself becoming aroused. She combed his hair gently, teasing out all the knots, then picked up the scissors again and began cutting his beard. When it was short enough she picked up the razor and ran it in soft strokes over his cheeks. She laughed when she saw how pale his lower face was compared to his muck ridden upper face. She soaped her hand and began washing his face and neck. He thought he would go wild with the feel of her hands sliding over his face, and the way her body occasionally pressed against his...

\"You...er...you can get in the bath now.\" she suggested, moving away suddenly. This had aroused her too much.... \"My,\" she said jokily, looking at his clean cut features, \"You\'re a handsome man, Mr Black.\"

\"I was hoping that you\'d finish washing me.\" Sirius said huskily, catching her by the waist.

\"Okay.\" she whispered. This was madness, but she had to have him and soon....

He stripped completely, pausing while she looked at his lean body. His erection was already prominent. She gasped, fighting the urge to get to her knees and pleasure him...

He climbed into the bathtub and sat amongst the aromatic bubbles. She began by soaping his back, then round to his chest. She moved downwards, past his navel, finding his arousal. She ran her hands along it lightly. He lay back, savouring the sensation. She tightened her grip on him, pulling the skin back at the end, then releasing it slowly. He groaned and writhed in the bathtub. His hand found her breast and began teasing it through her dress, finding her nipple through the fabric, pinching it tightly...

\"Take off your clothes.\" he whispered against her hair.

She stripped, revealing a firm, curvaceous body, with wide hips, accentuated by the dark V of her sex.

\"You\'re so beautiful.\" he told her.

\"Are you sure you\'re not just saying that because I\'m the first woman you\'ve seen naked in thirteen years.\" she teased.

me hme here.\" he ordered, moving along the bath to make space for her.

She climbed in, facing him. She was still standing when he grabbed her hips and pressed his mouth against the soft down between her legs. She gasped, then pushed his head closer, putting one foot on the side of the bath so that her hips were raised to accept his hungry mouth. His tongue found her centre, licking hungrily, tasting the moistness that had been building since she walked down from the moorh hih him. His hand travelled up her body, cupping her breast, pinching her nipple properly now. She sobbed quietly as his other hand joined his tongue in pleasuring her. He pushed two fingers deep inside her...

\"Yes, Sirius...\" she begged as his tongue and hand explored her...\"yes....\"

She ground her hips against his face...He pulled her downwards, and positioned her legs either side of him. His mouth found hers for their first kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue... He eased her down onto him...she cried out as his rock hard erection slid into her...he muttered something that sounded very obscene but it only sed sed her more. They rocked together slowly, unable to move too much in that position, but the sensation was intense... he pulled her to her feet and turned her so she was facing away from him. He bent her body slightly and pressed himself against the opening of her vulva, his hands clasping her breasts from behind.... Her hands grabbed the edge of the bathtub as he slammed into her, the years of hunger exploding from him as he ground against her relentlessly. She sobbed and cried as she came, her own frustration being sated at long last...

\"Please Gwen,\" he gasped, \"taste me before I come...\"

She stood up straight and turned towards him, then sunk to her knees, taking him in her mouth. She could taste their juices mingling, as she slid him further into her mouth, scratching him lightly with her white teeth. His hand was on the back of her head, urging her on, his hips rocking towards her. He cried out, urging her to suck harder, longer...His loins were close to exploding, his testicles swollen and fertile. She cupped them in her hands, kissing each one. He pulled her up and out of the bathtub, then lay her on the floor, pushing her legs back to reveal her throbbing clitoris. His tongue found it and pressed against the pulse, making her scream with more relentless licking, then he raised hidy ady above her and thrust into her, pushing her legs right back so that they were resting on his shoulders. She could feel him deeper than ever, hitting her G-spot, making her scream with every thrust...Finally he released himself into her, yelling triumphantly...

They lay in each other\'s arms on the floor, both crying with relief...