Lost Forever: Sirius/Narcissa, M
Title: Lost Forever
Pairing: Sirius/Narcissa (Hogwarts)
Rating: M for Mature
Disclaimer: The characters you recognize in this fic belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not of the making money from any of this.
A/n: Prompt - Sirius dirty talking a woman of your choice.
Hidden in the shadows from across the street, Sirius watched as The Enemy sauntered out of the pub, displaying the beautiful, blonde haired witch on his arm like a trophy. Resentment boiled in his gut, twisting and coiling inside of him like an infernal serpent. It wasn’t right. She wasn’t supposed to be with him. Sirius had known Bellatrix was a lost cause for quite some time, but he’d had hope for Narcissa. Her soul was still pure, untainted. Or, at least, it had been.
He watched , the angry serpent hissing inside of him, as Lucius pecked her on the cheek and disapparated from Hogsmeade. He waited patiently until Narcissa strolled past the old building he was crouched behind and when she was near enough, shot out his arm and pulled her into the alley. He didn’t even know what he was doing, just that he had to do something.
Her eyes were wide with terror, the faces of her enemies flashing before her eyes as they reaped their vengeance. She relaxed, though her bones were tense as always, the moment she realized who her dark haired capture had been.
“What do you want?” She snapped pretentiously. There was a strand of pearls dangling from her neck to go with the equally expensive dress that looked as if it had been tailored to fit only her. She was as ostentatious as he remembered, and it looked good on her. It always had. Suddenly, Sirius remembered why he had her here.
“Let Lucius take a poke, did you?” He asked, pinning her wrists tightly to each side. “Is that all it took, then, to convince you to become one of them?”
“I’m not one of them, Sirius, and neither is Lucius.” Narcissa hissed through perfectly straight, blindingly white teeth. “Lucius and I are in love, though I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about that.”
“That’s right,” Sirius drawled bitterly. “Why would I?” And for a moment he though he might have seen something resembling pity in Narcissa’s cold-as-ice eyes, but it left just as quickly as it had appeared.
“Let me go, you ingrate,” She spat in his face, wriggling under his grip. Sirius chuckled darkly and pressed against her, grinding his hips against hers.
“Why don’t you make me, cousin?” He whispered next to Narcissa’s ear, pressing his stiff arousal firmly against her thigh.
“Stop it,” Narcissa anxiously whispered. “Someone will see.”
“They won’t,” Sirius replied pragmatically as his fingers slowly inched beneath the hem of dress.
Narcissa swatted his hand away and snorted indignantly. “Just what do you think you are doing?”
Sirius smirked defiantly and replaced his hand on Narcissa’s smooth, ivory thigh, digging his fingers into the taut muscle. “Just trying to see if old Lucius got the job done, Cissa.”
Narcissa’s eyes closed and she trembled as Sirius’ fingers once again trailed beneath her dress and crept to the inside of her thigh, his knuckles only barely ghosting across the crotch of her knickers.
“Sirius, stop,” Said Narcissa’s mouth, but her body language -- hips curling forward to press further into Sirius’ hand -- spoke differently. Sirius ignored her weak protestations and pushed the crotch of her fine, silk knickers aside, sliding two fingers into the coarse, platinum curls between her legs.
“Bastard didn’t even let you come, did he Cissa?” He murmured next to her ear, trailing his tongue down the curve of her elongated neck.
“Shut up,” She snapped, digging her fingers into Sirius’ arm as he teased her delicate folds with feather light strokes.
“Make me,” Sirius growled, sliding both fingers suddenly into Narcissa’s tight, hot center, stealing the breath from her. He covered her mouth with his to quiet her startled, pleasurable moans and snaked his tongue between her thin lips, tasting mint and butterbeer and Lucius. Narcissa gasped and pulled his bottom lip roughly between her teeth , yanking his thick, dark hair between her fingers. Sirius flashed an amused smirk at her and popped the buttons on her dress, pulling it off her shoulder enough to expose her lace covered breast.
“Sirius, please,” Narcissa pleaded, though it was unclear what she was asking for. Perhaps even she didn’t know.
“Please, what Cissy?” Sirius whispered, slipping his hand underneath the fine Italian lace to cup her creamy breast and pinch a pink, pebble-hard nipple between his fingers, eliciting a reluctant moan from Narcissa’s kiss-swollen lips. She writhed against the filthy wall behind her as Sirius’ fingers worked in and out of her tightness, barely brushing against her clit before dipping back down to her core and curling inside of her again.
“Please stop?” Sirius grinned as he watched her fight the waves of pleasure spiraling up her body. “Or please let me come?” He let his fingers slide back up her slick folds and barely grazed the bundle of nerves he knew would set her off before sliding down again.
“,I>Dammit,” Narcissa hissed, wrapping her long, slender fingers around Sirius’ wrist. “Just do it.
”
“Uh-uh Cissy,” Sirius teased mercilessly. “Must remember those manners the Blacks are so prided upon, shouldn‘t we?”
Narcissa dug her manicured fingernails into Sirius’ skin and threw her head back against the grimy wall. “Why are you doing this to me?” She asked desperately.
“Because,” Sirius growled as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of her and his knuckles grazed her throbbing clit, causing her to buck against his hand. “I want you to know what a selfish bastard Lucius Malfoy is.”
Two fingers inside of her, Sirius used the fingers on his free hand to rub at Narcissa’ hardened nub as he whispered next to her ear. “This is what its supposed to feel like, Cissa. And these are only my fingers.”
Narcissa whimpered and clawed at Sirius’ shirt as she felt the pressure coiling and tightening in her belly, tingling from her toes all the way to the top of her head. She had never felt this way before, like she had broke out in a fever all over body, like she was about to explode. She wanted more, more.
“If my fingers feel this good, just imagine what my cock would feel like inside you, Cissy.”
“Yes, Sirius,” Narcissa gasped, unable to stop herself from begging, “Fuck me, please.”
“Fuck yes,” Sirius rasped. Narcissa whimpered as Sirius’ fingers left her in one swift motion, and she heard the zzzzt of his fly being pulled down right before she was lifted up by Sirius’ strong arms and pushed against the brick. Sirius’ fingers grasped to get a good grip on her and settled for a tight hold on her arse as he lowered her down onto him in one fluid movement.
“Oh,” Narcissa gasped as Sirius filled her. She’d been with Lucius not an hour before, so she was still stretched to accommodate Sirius’ generous length and width, but it didn’t lessen the pleasure at all of being filled to the absolute brim with Sirius’ hard, throbbing cock. It was obscene. It was immoral. And it was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
“Cissa,” Sirius hissed, his jaw set as he settled in to her tight, hot heat. He gripped her tightly as he began to move inside of her, sure to leave bruises in the shape of large fingers that would need to be charmed hidden from Lucius for weeks to come. The tips of Narcissa’s nails dug into his skin, right through the shirt he’d borrowed from James’, and he thrust deep inside of her, flattening her back against the scum covered bricks behind them.
“How does that feel, eh Cissy?” Sirius murmured darkly next to her ear as he pounded her slender body into the wall.
Narcissa moaned in response and slipped her tongue into Sirius’ mouth, holding his head firmly between her hands as she kissed him.
Sirius pulled away and grinned like the cocksure bastard he was, steadying himself with two hands against the wall. “Like feeling my cock inside of you, do you?” At this he thrust hard and deep into her, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Like being fucked by a real man, Narcissa?”
Narcissa opened her eyes and glared at him, her eyes cold and indifferent. “Lucius is a real man,” she hissed, squeezing her inner muscles around him. Sirius grunted and slammed her back against the wall.
“Lucius Malfoy is a bastard,” He growled low in his throat, feeling his cock swell as Narcissa’s cunt squeezed around him, pulling him closer to the edge. “He doesn’t, ah Cissa, fucking deserve you.”
“It…doesn’t matter,” Narcissa gasped brokenly as Sirius’ thrusts became quick and erratic, his breath coming faster and shorter as he fucked her.
“You’re right,” Sirius grinned. It was an eerie grin, Narcissa only remembered seeing it once, right after he’d been disinherited from the Black family. It was the only time she’d ever been frightened of Sirius and she found herself reacting that way again. “It doesn’t matter Cissy, because I’m the one’s got your pretty little pureblood arse against a filthy wall, fucking you like a two knut whore, finishing what Lucius Malfoy is too much of a bastard to do himself.”
Sirius tore his hand off the wall and reached down between their sweaty bodies, sliding his finger down to where he ended and she began, then back up to pinch her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Sirius felt her muscles instantly tighten and clamp around him and covered her mouth with his hand to silence her sudden screams as her first true orgasm slammed into her again and again.
When Narcissa had finally ceased bucking and trembling against him, Sirius held her up with one strong arm and slid out of her, using his free hand to stroke his cock quick and hard until he came, spilling warm, sticky release all down the front of Narcissa’s designer dress. He smiled.
“Fuck you,” Narcissa spat, pushing Sirius off of her. He fell to the ground in front of her, trousers around his ankles, with his cock still in his hand and began to laugh.
“What wrong, Narcissa?” A familiar bitterness reflecting in his tone. “Afraid old Lucius might be able to tell you’ve been tainted by a filthy blood traitor?”
Narcissa glared reprovingly down at him. “Lucius will never know about this.”
Sirius shrugged as he stood, tucking himself back into his trousers as he pulled on the zip. “Doesn’t matter, does it? Lucius will never make you feel the way I do, love. You’re not meant for him. I‘ve seen who he talks to, Narcissa. He‘s one of those-”
Narcissa’ hand stung as it collided with Sirius’ cheek. His right eye watered from the contact. She picked up her wand and muttered the charms to clean her dress and remove the unsightly wrinkles their dreadful tryst had caused, ignoring him as he leaned against the wall and stared at her.
“He’s a bastard, Narcissa. I’m telling you, stay away from him.” Sirius’ tone had changed immensely, concern mixed with disappointment.
“Go to hell Sirius,” Narcissa spat at him. “You’re the bastard. Lucius loves me. Lucius would never call me a, a whore.”
“No,” Sirius replied dryly. “Summoning you to the Hog’s Head for a quick shag, spilling his holier-than-thou come inside of you then running off to meet up with those people is much better than calling you a whore. You stupid bint, when will you fucking learn?”
Narcissa glared at him. For being such an intelligent pureblood witch, she was so naïve. Sirius could see it all over her face. She really thought that disgusting Malfoy bastard loved her. She really thought she was doing the right things. She was wrong, so wrong.
“You don’t have to marry him, Cissa.” Sirius words were soft, barely a whisper.
“Yes,” Narcissa murmured. “You know I do.”
Slowly, she raised her hand and placed it on Sirius’ cold cheek, warming it with her touch. Her eyes softened dramatically as she spoke. “You are my blood. I will always love you Sirius. I wish…I wish things could go back to the way they used to be, but you and I both know they cannot. I want -- I want you to take care of yourself, Sirius. Be -- be careful.”
Narcissa dropped her hand as if Sirius’ face had stung her, turned on her heels, and walked away from him.
Sirius watched as the girl, who not many years ago, would sneak into his window every time she and Bellatrix had a fight and curl up, warm and safe, next to him in his bed. The same girl who’d once told him she hated their family as well and couldn’t wait to get out. His cousin, his blood. He simply stood there, painfully watching each graceful step she took. He would never forget how she never looked back at him, not even for a moment. Sirius sighed, slumping against the wall, and wrapped his arms around himself. Another of his family was lost to him forever.
Pairing: Sirius/Narcissa (Hogwarts)
Rating: M for Mature
Disclaimer: The characters you recognize in this fic belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not of the making money from any of this.
A/n: Prompt - Sirius dirty talking a woman of your choice.
Hidden in the shadows from across the street, Sirius watched as The Enemy sauntered out of the pub, displaying the beautiful, blonde haired witch on his arm like a trophy. Resentment boiled in his gut, twisting and coiling inside of him like an infernal serpent. It wasn’t right. She wasn’t supposed to be with him. Sirius had known Bellatrix was a lost cause for quite some time, but he’d had hope for Narcissa. Her soul was still pure, untainted. Or, at least, it had been.
He watched , the angry serpent hissing inside of him, as Lucius pecked her on the cheek and disapparated from Hogsmeade. He waited patiently until Narcissa strolled past the old building he was crouched behind and when she was near enough, shot out his arm and pulled her into the alley. He didn’t even know what he was doing, just that he had to do something.
Her eyes were wide with terror, the faces of her enemies flashing before her eyes as they reaped their vengeance. She relaxed, though her bones were tense as always, the moment she realized who her dark haired capture had been.
“What do you want?” She snapped pretentiously. There was a strand of pearls dangling from her neck to go with the equally expensive dress that looked as if it had been tailored to fit only her. She was as ostentatious as he remembered, and it looked good on her. It always had. Suddenly, Sirius remembered why he had her here.
“Let Lucius take a poke, did you?” He asked, pinning her wrists tightly to each side. “Is that all it took, then, to convince you to become one of them?”
“I’m not one of them, Sirius, and neither is Lucius.” Narcissa hissed through perfectly straight, blindingly white teeth. “Lucius and I are in love, though I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about that.”
“That’s right,” Sirius drawled bitterly. “Why would I?” And for a moment he though he might have seen something resembling pity in Narcissa’s cold-as-ice eyes, but it left just as quickly as it had appeared.
“Let me go, you ingrate,” She spat in his face, wriggling under his grip. Sirius chuckled darkly and pressed against her, grinding his hips against hers.
“Why don’t you make me, cousin?” He whispered next to Narcissa’s ear, pressing his stiff arousal firmly against her thigh.
“Stop it,” Narcissa anxiously whispered. “Someone will see.”
“They won’t,” Sirius replied pragmatically as his fingers slowly inched beneath the hem of dress.
Narcissa swatted his hand away and snorted indignantly. “Just what do you think you are doing?”
Sirius smirked defiantly and replaced his hand on Narcissa’s smooth, ivory thigh, digging his fingers into the taut muscle. “Just trying to see if old Lucius got the job done, Cissa.”
Narcissa’s eyes closed and she trembled as Sirius’ fingers once again trailed beneath her dress and crept to the inside of her thigh, his knuckles only barely ghosting across the crotch of her knickers.
“Sirius, stop,” Said Narcissa’s mouth, but her body language -- hips curling forward to press further into Sirius’ hand -- spoke differently. Sirius ignored her weak protestations and pushed the crotch of her fine, silk knickers aside, sliding two fingers into the coarse, platinum curls between her legs.
“Bastard didn’t even let you come, did he Cissa?” He murmured next to her ear, trailing his tongue down the curve of her elongated neck.
“Shut up,” She snapped, digging her fingers into Sirius’ arm as he teased her delicate folds with feather light strokes.
“Make me,” Sirius growled, sliding both fingers suddenly into Narcissa’s tight, hot center, stealing the breath from her. He covered her mouth with his to quiet her startled, pleasurable moans and snaked his tongue between her thin lips, tasting mint and butterbeer and Lucius. Narcissa gasped and pulled his bottom lip roughly between her teeth , yanking his thick, dark hair between her fingers. Sirius flashed an amused smirk at her and popped the buttons on her dress, pulling it off her shoulder enough to expose her lace covered breast.
“Sirius, please,” Narcissa pleaded, though it was unclear what she was asking for. Perhaps even she didn’t know.
“Please, what Cissy?” Sirius whispered, slipping his hand underneath the fine Italian lace to cup her creamy breast and pinch a pink, pebble-hard nipple between his fingers, eliciting a reluctant moan from Narcissa’s kiss-swollen lips. She writhed against the filthy wall behind her as Sirius’ fingers worked in and out of her tightness, barely brushing against her clit before dipping back down to her core and curling inside of her again.
“Please stop?” Sirius grinned as he watched her fight the waves of pleasure spiraling up her body. “Or please let me come?” He let his fingers slide back up her slick folds and barely grazed the bundle of nerves he knew would set her off before sliding down again.
“,I>Dammit,” Narcissa hissed, wrapping her long, slender fingers around Sirius’ wrist. “Just do it.
”
“Uh-uh Cissy,” Sirius teased mercilessly. “Must remember those manners the Blacks are so prided upon, shouldn‘t we?”
Narcissa dug her manicured fingernails into Sirius’ skin and threw her head back against the grimy wall. “Why are you doing this to me?” She asked desperately.
“Because,” Sirius growled as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of her and his knuckles grazed her throbbing clit, causing her to buck against his hand. “I want you to know what a selfish bastard Lucius Malfoy is.”
Two fingers inside of her, Sirius used the fingers on his free hand to rub at Narcissa’ hardened nub as he whispered next to her ear. “This is what its supposed to feel like, Cissa. And these are only my fingers.”
Narcissa whimpered and clawed at Sirius’ shirt as she felt the pressure coiling and tightening in her belly, tingling from her toes all the way to the top of her head. She had never felt this way before, like she had broke out in a fever all over body, like she was about to explode. She wanted more, more.
“If my fingers feel this good, just imagine what my cock would feel like inside you, Cissy.”
“Yes, Sirius,” Narcissa gasped, unable to stop herself from begging, “Fuck me, please.”
“Fuck yes,” Sirius rasped. Narcissa whimpered as Sirius’ fingers left her in one swift motion, and she heard the zzzzt of his fly being pulled down right before she was lifted up by Sirius’ strong arms and pushed against the brick. Sirius’ fingers grasped to get a good grip on her and settled for a tight hold on her arse as he lowered her down onto him in one fluid movement.
“Oh,” Narcissa gasped as Sirius filled her. She’d been with Lucius not an hour before, so she was still stretched to accommodate Sirius’ generous length and width, but it didn’t lessen the pleasure at all of being filled to the absolute brim with Sirius’ hard, throbbing cock. It was obscene. It was immoral. And it was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
“Cissa,” Sirius hissed, his jaw set as he settled in to her tight, hot heat. He gripped her tightly as he began to move inside of her, sure to leave bruises in the shape of large fingers that would need to be charmed hidden from Lucius for weeks to come. The tips of Narcissa’s nails dug into his skin, right through the shirt he’d borrowed from James’, and he thrust deep inside of her, flattening her back against the scum covered bricks behind them.
“How does that feel, eh Cissy?” Sirius murmured darkly next to her ear as he pounded her slender body into the wall.
Narcissa moaned in response and slipped her tongue into Sirius’ mouth, holding his head firmly between her hands as she kissed him.
Sirius pulled away and grinned like the cocksure bastard he was, steadying himself with two hands against the wall. “Like feeling my cock inside of you, do you?” At this he thrust hard and deep into her, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Like being fucked by a real man, Narcissa?”
Narcissa opened her eyes and glared at him, her eyes cold and indifferent. “Lucius is a real man,” she hissed, squeezing her inner muscles around him. Sirius grunted and slammed her back against the wall.
“Lucius Malfoy is a bastard,” He growled low in his throat, feeling his cock swell as Narcissa’s cunt squeezed around him, pulling him closer to the edge. “He doesn’t, ah Cissa, fucking deserve you.”
“It…doesn’t matter,” Narcissa gasped brokenly as Sirius’ thrusts became quick and erratic, his breath coming faster and shorter as he fucked her.
“You’re right,” Sirius grinned. It was an eerie grin, Narcissa only remembered seeing it once, right after he’d been disinherited from the Black family. It was the only time she’d ever been frightened of Sirius and she found herself reacting that way again. “It doesn’t matter Cissy, because I’m the one’s got your pretty little pureblood arse against a filthy wall, fucking you like a two knut whore, finishing what Lucius Malfoy is too much of a bastard to do himself.”
Sirius tore his hand off the wall and reached down between their sweaty bodies, sliding his finger down to where he ended and she began, then back up to pinch her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Sirius felt her muscles instantly tighten and clamp around him and covered her mouth with his hand to silence her sudden screams as her first true orgasm slammed into her again and again.
When Narcissa had finally ceased bucking and trembling against him, Sirius held her up with one strong arm and slid out of her, using his free hand to stroke his cock quick and hard until he came, spilling warm, sticky release all down the front of Narcissa’s designer dress. He smiled.
“Fuck you,” Narcissa spat, pushing Sirius off of her. He fell to the ground in front of her, trousers around his ankles, with his cock still in his hand and began to laugh.
“What wrong, Narcissa?” A familiar bitterness reflecting in his tone. “Afraid old Lucius might be able to tell you’ve been tainted by a filthy blood traitor?”
Narcissa glared reprovingly down at him. “Lucius will never know about this.”
Sirius shrugged as he stood, tucking himself back into his trousers as he pulled on the zip. “Doesn’t matter, does it? Lucius will never make you feel the way I do, love. You’re not meant for him. I‘ve seen who he talks to, Narcissa. He‘s one of those-”
Narcissa’ hand stung as it collided with Sirius’ cheek. His right eye watered from the contact. She picked up her wand and muttered the charms to clean her dress and remove the unsightly wrinkles their dreadful tryst had caused, ignoring him as he leaned against the wall and stared at her.
“He’s a bastard, Narcissa. I’m telling you, stay away from him.” Sirius’ tone had changed immensely, concern mixed with disappointment.
“Go to hell Sirius,” Narcissa spat at him. “You’re the bastard. Lucius loves me. Lucius would never call me a, a whore.”
“No,” Sirius replied dryly. “Summoning you to the Hog’s Head for a quick shag, spilling his holier-than-thou come inside of you then running off to meet up with those people is much better than calling you a whore. You stupid bint, when will you fucking learn?”
Narcissa glared at him. For being such an intelligent pureblood witch, she was so naïve. Sirius could see it all over her face. She really thought that disgusting Malfoy bastard loved her. She really thought she was doing the right things. She was wrong, so wrong.
“You don’t have to marry him, Cissa.” Sirius words were soft, barely a whisper.
“Yes,” Narcissa murmured. “You know I do.”
Slowly, she raised her hand and placed it on Sirius’ cold cheek, warming it with her touch. Her eyes softened dramatically as she spoke. “You are my blood. I will always love you Sirius. I wish…I wish things could go back to the way they used to be, but you and I both know they cannot. I want -- I want you to take care of yourself, Sirius. Be -- be careful.”
Narcissa dropped her hand as if Sirius’ face had stung her, turned on her heels, and walked away from him.
Sirius watched as the girl, who not many years ago, would sneak into his window every time she and Bellatrix had a fight and curl up, warm and safe, next to him in his bed. The same girl who’d once told him she hated their family as well and couldn’t wait to get out. His cousin, his blood. He simply stood there, painfully watching each graceful step she took. He would never forget how she never looked back at him, not even for a moment. Sirius sighed, slumping against the wall, and wrapped his arms around himself. Another of his family was lost to him forever.