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The Raven's Song	By : Quills Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“So, Mrs Black, are you ready to meet the family?”

Lyra smiled up at Sirius as he reached for her left hand, glorying in the pride with which he spoke those simple words. They had been married for a week now and still the thrill of calling him her husband was so powerful she knew it would never fade away. As he touched the gold band now resident upon her ring finger, she impulsively stretched up onto the tips of her toes to seek out his mouth – and as always, he instantly responded. Taking advantage of the rare absence of an audience, he backed her up against the wall and thrust his tongue between her parted lips with a triumphant groan, his hands already slipping beneath her robes to trail fire across her bare skin as she wrapped her arms around his neck and matched the passion he was pouring into the fierce kiss.

By the time they broke apart, her eyes were shining and consuming arousal sang through her veins. Tugging at his shirt with the full intention of leading him upstairs, she tried to back up towards the staircase until his loud peal of laughter froze her in her tracks.

“Lyra, have we already reached the stage in our marriage where you don’t pay attention to a word I say?”

She rested her head against his chest, unable to relinquish the privilege of touching him for even a moment. “Sirius, do you really want me to apologise for being so distracted by how much I want you that I forget all else?”

His eyes softened as he delivered another kiss to the top of her head. “Never, sweetheart. But before I let you distract me too, I’ve been thinking about this for a while and it seems to me it’s high time you met the semblance of family I have left.”

“You mean your cousins? I’ve met Tonks already.”

“Oh, there’s a few of them knocking about other than Tonks.” For a moment it seemed that Sirius had forgotten Lyra was in his arms still, but then with a heavy sigh and forced smile he met her gaze once more. “But no, not them. They can’t come here and I can’t leave the house, remember?”

“Right. Then they’re here already?” she said, anxious to keep speaking before another of his morose moodswings could spoil the rare morning they had alone together.

“In a way, yes. Unfortunately for me the one I’m thinking of is in the house,” he said wryly. “Come with me, sweetheart.”

To her utter bemusement, despite his words he led her further down the narrow hallway and towards the front door, coming to a halt in front of one of the curtained portraits that caused such chaos whenever it was awoken. Pressing a finger against her lips, Sirius withdrew his wand then bowed his head to whisper into her ear.

“Lyra, consider this your official introduction to the woman who gave birth to me; Walburga Black.”

With that he flicked his wand to draw back the curtains, and in the space of a heartbeat the entire hallway was filled with an unearthly, caterwauling wail that Lyra instantly recoiled from, its piercing shriek enough to set her head pounding. Glancing through her fingers, she stole a wary peek at the horribly contorted face of the old woman her husband’s wand had revealed. Spittle flew from her dry, cracked lips, and the force of the venom in her narrowed eyes took Lyra’s breath away even before the portrait’s eyes locked onto Sirius and she finally spoke.

“What do you want, foul besmircher of the home of my fathers?!”

Sirius rolled his eyes contemptuously. “Shut up, you old hag, and listen to me for once! Believe it or not, this is the day the both of us thought would never come. Loathe as I am to please you, you might finally be proud of me for this.”

“Oh, I doubt that very much. I gave up all hope of that the day you left this house and threw away the gift of being born into the House of Black,” Walburga hissed. Looking past her son for the first time, she caught sight of Lyra and her eyes narrowed yet further. “And who is that, Sirius? Another Mudblood to foul these hallowed halls?”

He reached for Lyra’s hand and pulled her close, one arm around her protectively as he drew a deep breath. “This is Lyra.”

“Mudblood or traitor?”

Sirius’s smile was entirely lacking in warmth or humour. “I prefer to simply call her my wife, Mother.”

“Your wife?” Her lip curled. “And how did a fool like you persuade a pretty young thing like her to have you?”

Lyra could stay silent no longer. “Mrs Black, it may have escaped your notice while you were alive, but your son is far from being a fool!” she said hotly. “In fact, all he’s endured would put you to shame, and I love him with all my heart. I’m proud to call Sirius my husband, and you’re the fool if you can’t see the value of the son you have!”

He squeezed her hand as she stopped to draw breath. “It’s okay, Lyra,” he said softly. “You don’t need to defend me, not from her. Trust me when I say this is loving compared to all I heard in the past.”

Walburga spoke again before Lyra could answer him. “Lyra, you say?” She cocked her head. “I knew of a girl child by that name, near the age this one would be. As it happens I had her in mind for Regulus – her parents Marius and Selene were both Purebloods, and the Menadues were an old Cornish family who could trace their lineage back almost as far as the Blacks.”

Sirius whitened and the old woman’s face broke out into a twisted smile that somehow made her seem even fouler than before. Lyra took an instinctive step backwards as her eyes lit up with bitter triumph.

“No...can it be?” Walburga breathed, her unblinking stare now fixed intently on Lyra. “It is, isn’t it? This is Lyra Menadue – and she is your wife, my new daughter, the vessel by which our line will continue unsullied! Sirius, my son!”

The blazing pride in her words was impossible to mistake, and she gleefully clasped her hands together as the family’s ancient house elf, Kreacher, crept silently up behind them to stare up at his mistress in adoring awe until Sirius furiously swatted him away with a jab of his wand. As the elf Apparated upstairs with a loud pop, Walburga leaned forward in her portrait.

“You married a Pureblood, Sirius!” she continued, her eyes shining with a covetous delight that made Lyra instinctively reach for her wand. “Never did I think I would see the day that you would bring honour to the family by making a good, respectable marriage.”

He scowled furiously as his arm slipped around Lyra’s waist. “I didn’t marry her because she’s a Pureblood! I married her despite that – I married her because I love her.”

“Well, it is plain what attracted you to her, Sirius, and she certainly has spirit. That bodes well for the sons she will bear.”

Without even realising what she was doing, Lyra instinctively reached down to lay a protective hand against the new swelling of her stomach, unnoticeable as yet to anyone who didn’t know to look for her – but her action drew Walburga’s penetrating stare precisely where it needed to be.

“And a baby already! Oh, Sirius, how you have delighted me. The line of my fathers will continue unsullied...and to think I had thought all hope was lost! Oh, all I need now is to see her bear you a son and all I suffered at your hands will be worth it -”

“Enough!” Sirius roared, red sparks flying out of the tip of his wand. “I won’t take another word of your bile, hag!” He strode forward and wrenched the curtains back together, silencing Walburga’s continued crows of triumph before turning back to Lyra with a tempestuous scowl still fixed to his reddened face. “My mother, then. You must be delighted to have her approval, Lyra.”

All along the walls that lined the narrow hallway, portraits were jostling and shouting for attention, woken by the commotion, but she heard nothing but her husband. Her heart ached, for in the space of those short minutes he had shown her all she needed to know about the lonely childhood he had endured trapped in this house. Without needing to ask, she moved into his waiting arms and rested one hand against his face. “As if I give even a single knut for what your mother had to say, Sirius! Was she always like that?”

“No, she’s mellowed a little since she died,” he said sourly. “Her and my father were as bad as each other, Lyra.”

“And who was Regulus?”

Sirius’s face tightened. “My younger brother. Died when he was eighteen, the little fool.”

They might be husband and wife, but Lyra was coming to see now there was still so much they didn’t know about each other. One thing she did know, though, was that she could soothe his pain better than anyone else could do.

As the chorus of calls from the portraits around them reached a crescendo, he took a step back and angrily waved his wand in a sweeping arc around the two of them, his eyes darting over the faces of his past. “Damn you all! I wish all of you would just shut the hell up!”

Fierce arousal already shone in her eyes even before she took hold of his hand and guided it towards her breasts. “Tell you what, Sirius, let’s give them something to watch.”

His fury instantly receded to be replaced by something far more powerful. His wand fell forgotten to the floor, and instead his wand hand slipped around to fist through her loose hair. “Did you have something in mind, sweetheart?” he said hoarsely, an answering hunger in his darkening eyes.

“The same thing I always have in mind whenever you touch me.” Shameless in her lust for him, Lyra closed the distance between them and forced one hand between their bodies, gently squeezing his cock as it hardened against her. “We’re married now, remember? Conjugal rights, Sirius. Works both ways.”

The renewed sparkle in Sirius’s grey eyes was a searing relief. “It certainly does, and I promise you now I have no intention of ever denying you the opportunity to avail yourself of them. Lyra, whenever you want me I’m yours.”

“Then you’d better make good on that promise right now.” Falling to her knees in front of him, she tugged the buckle of his belt open with her teeth then pulled her head back to meet his wide-eyed stare. “I want you, love, and I’m not going to take no for an answer.”

Deeply thankful that the last vestiges of morning sickness were now deserting her, Lyra slowly ran her tongue over her lips as Sirius let loose a low, impatient groan, pumping his hips forward in a shallow thrust that allowed his trousers to slip past the narrow flare of his hips. “Damn it, sweetheart, sometimes I’m convinced you love to torment me! Lyra, if you’re thinking what I think you are, you’d better make a move before I go crazy.”

She laughed quietly as her deft fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers. “Never could say no to you, Sirius.” His cock sprang up, eager and painfully hard, a tiny drop of cum glistening on its tip even before she wrapped her tongue around it with a soft moan, carefully designed to drive his arousal higher and higher. Judging by the way he cursed desperately and rocked his hips against her mouth, she succeeded.

Emboldened and consumed by her lust for him, she rapidly unbuttoned her robes and wriggled out of them, exposing her bare breasts beneath before she reached up to cup his balls, running her thumb and forefinger across them in a deliberate tease as she applied herself to her task with ever more enthusiasm. The portraits had finally fallen silent, and the only sound that now wove around them was of Sirius’s throaty groans of pleasure, his head thrown back and his breath coming in shallow pants that betrayed how near to his climax he already was. This time, Lyra had no intention of stopping until he reached it.

He wound his hands through her hair as her mouth glided up and down the length of his cock, sucking hard even as her tongue darted around it. Their bodies were perfectly in tune with each other by now, and she understood exactly what he needed to drive him over the edge and tear away the last of his self-control. As her nipples stiffened against the warm skin of his thighs, each dark hair that brushed against them a tiny thrill of their own, she set her hands against his hips and drew his cock deeper into her mouth.

Sirius drew a sharp breath, shaking his head and trying to pull away until her lips tightened insistently around his shaft. Finally realising her intent, his darkened eyes widened further and his nails raked across her scalp, his fists tight through her hair as he moved her head in time with the frantic rhythm she set, clearly hurtling at breakneck speed towards the orgasm she wanted him to reach – and when their eyes locked, he called out her name the top of his hoarse voice, jerked back and wrapped his fist around his cock as he spilled his cum all over her breasts, each spurt that betrayed the force of his climax a fresh, triumphant thrill for Lyra as her chest rose and fell in time with his shallow pants.

By the time he slumped against the wall, he had regained enough composure to smile down at her as he tugged his trousers back up with an appreciative groan. “Sweet Circe, as much as I’d love to return the favour right here and now, I can’t forget that door behind us could open at any moment.” Breathing heavily still, he reached for her hands to pull her to her feet and back into his arms. “Shall we take this upstairs, sweetheart?”

Lyra shivered in glorious, feverish anticipation. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Hand in hand, they retreated to the privacy of their bedroom where once more they could pretend for a while that the world outside and all its cares no longer existed.
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