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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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Lyra cried out in shock when Sirius Apparated her into what was clearly his bedroom – for curled up beneath the narrow window was a ten foot Hippogriff. Sirius pressed his lips against her racing pulse point, coaxing a loud moan from her before setting her on her feet and wrapping his arms around her again to draw her into the heat of his body.

“Loathe as I am to release you, sweetheart, I suggest that you bow to Buckbeak and win his approval before I take you to my bed.” He wound one hand through her loose hair and buried his face in it, breathing in deeply before taking a step backwards with evident reluctance. “Lyra, I would hate for him to interrupt us once we reach the conclusion of this wonderful little game, so do as I say.”

She remembered and thrilled in his command to do exactly as he said. Nervously covering her bare breasts with her hands, she bowed deeply, all the while staring into the Hippogriff’s narrowed eyes. Much to her intense relief, he bowed back and she darted forwards to stroke him before Sirius’s arms encircled her from behind.

“Very good, Lyra, but I confess that I’d far rather you devote your attention to me again now.”

Lyra leaned into him as a heady rush inflamed her body with his undoubtedly jealous and possessive words. She stretched up onto the tips of her toes and twisted around to touch his face, but then she caught sight of the creature’s reflection in the mirror behind him. “A Hippogriff?!” she said faintly.

Sirius grinned, and in doing so seemed to lift the weight of the past decade away from his face. Her breath caught in her throat as he effortlessly lifted her onto the bed and climbed up beside her before wrenching the curtains closed around them. “An old friend of mine, sweetheart. But for tonight, I don’t want you to think of anything outside of this bed – and you promised you would do as I demand.”

She knelt up on the faded red sheets and met his intent stare, even as her heart lost a beat when he pulled his trousers away. The hard shape of his cock was plain to see through his boxers, and Lyra’s composure threatened to abandon her when he reached down as if to remove those as well before stopping. “Circe, Sirius!” she cried out, falling back onto the bed and catching hold of his arm to pull him down with him. “Are you deliberately tormenting me?”

“Some small manner of payback for the torture you have put me through this past week, Lyra. You have driven me crazy, do you know that?”

Her lips parted in confusion as he rolled onto his side and drew her up against him, his hands roaming possessively over every last inch of bare, heated skin that they found. “C-crazy? How have I done that, Sirius?”

“You cannot pretend not to have noticed how much I’ve wanted you even since that first night, Lyra!” There was a fire burning in his eyes that had her captivated. Awestruck, she could do nothing but stare up at him when he pushed her down onto her back. “Damn it, all this week I’ve been sitting here trapped in this house with nothing to distract me from the conviction that you didn’t want me – and when the thought of fucking you has become an obsession, it has been a long and torturous week!”

Lyra swallowed hard, amazed by the ferocity in his voice. She did not doubt the truth of his words for even a moment, and they delighted her far more than they should have done. “But...but I am here with you now, Sirius, and I do want you – so, so very much,” she finally said, her voice shaking wildly.

“Something I intend to take full advantage of!” Sirius pinned her shoulders back against the bed and crushed her beneath the weight of his lithely muscular body. “Lyra, I’m going to kiss you now. I want to finally claim those lips that I’ve spent seven nights imagining wrapped around my cock, and then I intend to kiss those perfect little breasts of yours until you’re crying out my name and begging me to fuck you.”

Ecstasy exploded inside her when his hands moved up to wind through her dark hair, one of them slipping around to cradle the back of her head and bring it towards his as their lips met. Kissing him was bliss; if she had thought the stolen kiss Lucius had forced had aroused her, it was nothing compared to this. Lyra had never known it was possible to want someone as desperately as she wanted Sirius. Her body seemed to sing in response to every move he made, each thrust of his tongue and touch of his lips on hers further tightening the desperate knot of tension that could only be relieved in one way.

Sirius caught hold of her hands and held them down against the bed as his mouth travelled lower, caressing her throat before dipping down to follow the line of her collarbone and finally descending upon her breasts. His tongue wrapped around each nipple in turn, alternating long and languid sucks with sharp bites that had her crying out in unbound elation.

His low groans betrayed how much enjoyment he was taking from pleasuring her as her hips rose with no conscious command to press against his in an unspoken plea for all he had to give. Desperate to touch him, she tried to break free of his grip. His eyes darkened when he shook his head and broke away to prop himself up over her. “This is how it works, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely. “Now you’re in this bed, you’re mine. I don’t want you to think of anyone but me, and you’re to do exactly what I tell you to. Do you understand?”

Lyra understood – and wanted nothing more. The thought of submitting completely to Sirius’s control was electrifying. Despite her need for ever more intimacy, she obediently relaxed back into the bed and stopped fighting against him.

“That’s it, Lyra,” Sirius murmured, pausing to stare down at her with a dazed awe etched into his face before he lowered his head to devote his attention to her breasts once more. She relaxed and allowed the sharp thrills of pleasure his touch sent pulsing through her body to consume her, for each one brought her climax a whisper nearer. Already she was in such a heightened state of arousal that she suspected the very moment he buried his cock inside her she would come for him.

Still with his mouth pressed against her bare skin, he began to work his way lower, pausing to tease at the curve of her waist before dancing along to the flare of her hips as he hooked his fingers beneath the lace of her panties. Lyra arched and fought for breath when his fingers darted towards the nest of curls between her legs before pulling back and tugging her last item of clothing away to leave her entirely naked beneath him.

When Sirius sat up, his breath coming in shallow gasps, she thought with a giddying rush of anticipation that he was readying himself to take her – but instead he leaned forwards to cup her face in the palm of his hand before pulling her up to lean against him. “You’re being a very good girl, sweetheart, but I can see in your beautiful blue eyes how much you want to touch me,” he said gently, a forced calm to his voice that was a marked contrast to the furious flush of his face. “I’ll give you five minutes to do whatever you want to me, Lyra – and when those five minutes are up, I’ll make you mine in every way.”

Her breath hitched as she eagerly pushed him down onto his back and straddled his waist, blushing hotly when he groaned in evident appreciation of all that he saw. Now, though, it was her turn to touch him with the intimacy she craved, and she intended to make the most of it. Lyra’s head rolled to the side and she sighed with pleasure when she leaned forward to gently cover his lips with hers. Sirius stayed still, staring into her eyes as she pulled back and brushed a dark lock of hair away from his face before sitting up again.

Her fingers traced the lines of the black tattoos from Azkaban that covered his chest and she silently watched as his face contorted. “Sirius?” she finally said under her breath, instinctively sensing the tension he felt. “Sirius, I know what these are and what they signify, and I don’t care. All they are to me is a part of you; what makes you what you are today. And what you are is the man I want more than any other. You don’t have to hide anything from me, okay?”

He reached up and threaded his fingers through hers to pull her near for an impossibly tender kiss that tore a solitary tear from each of her eyes, for it seemed to be loaded with an eon of pain and longing. Just when she thought she could withstand it no longer, he broke the kiss and brushed her tears away with the pad of his thumb. “With you, Lyra, I feel like I don’t have to,” he said as her breath caught in her constricted throat. “And that is remarkable.”

Lyra knew that there was so much more that needed to be said, but in that moment nothing was more important than pushing them on towards what had been inevitable since the first moment they had met. She slowly eased herself backwards until she was seated across his broad thighs, wrenching a loud groan from his still parted lips. “Lyra! I know that I gave you five minutes, but the torture you put me through before is nothing compared to this. I want your hands all over me, my wicked little witch, and I want it now!”

She was coming to realise how entirely helpless she was to resist his commands. With a slow smile playing upon her lips, she obediently tugged away his boxers to free his cock to spring up before her; a temptation that she could not defy. With Sirius’s earlier words echoing inside her head, she deliberately ran her tongue across her lips before taking the thick shaft of his cock into her mouth.

Sirius swore loudly when she cupped his balls in her hand and began to move her mouth up and down the length of his cock, darting her tongue around the swollen tip and licking around the drops of pre-come that were already glistening there. The intimate taste of him upon her tongue only urged her on, and her loud moan of pleasure tore another desperate groan from him as his hips jerked to thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. Lyra nodded urgently, increasing the speed of her ministrations until he shuddered wildly beneath her and pulled away.

“Ah, sweetheart, perhaps I should be careful what I wish for! That was too good – had you kept it up even a moment longer I fear I would have come in your mouth.”

Her chest heaving, she stretched out beside him and rested her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her to draw her near. “I wouldn’t have complained, Sirius.”

“Another time, perhaps; but tonight I have plans for you, Lyra, and I won’t be thwarted.” Clearly regaining his composure he sat up and reached for his trousers with one hand as the other brushed across her breasts in what could only have been a deliberate tease.

Sirius pulled his wand out of the pocket of his trousers and waved it through the air, conjuring up four lengths of shimmering silk. As they wove seductively through the air before binding themselves around her wrists and ankles, Lyra realised what he intended for her. She opened her mouth to fearfully protest, but he gently placed a finger on her lips to silence her. “You do exactly what I tell you to in here, remember?”

She breathed in sharply as the skeins knotted securely around each post of the bed, but she made no effort to struggle against them even as Sirius gently but insistently pulled her thighs apart and knelt between them.

“Lyra?” he prompted her, his eyes fixed intently upon her and travelling over every dip and curve of her bare body as he let his wand fall from his shaking hand. “Give me your word that you will do as I command – I must hear that you are mine tonight!”

Lyra lifted her hips in a desperate plea as a fresh burst of heat inflamed her blood. “I’m yours, Sirius! Merlin’s beard, even if I could stop you now I wouldn’t – please, Sirius, I need you!”

A thrill shot across his tautened face as he lowered his weight onto her and pressed the barest tip of his cock inside her. The hard lines of his body felt so very right pressed up into hers that she cried out in elation even before he laid claim to her mouth once more and thrust deeply to bury the full length of his cock inside her.

He fisted her hair as his tongue slipped in between her lips to wrap possessively around hers and mimic the torturously gentle thrusts of his cock that filled her completely, searing her soul with the strength of the passion between them. Lyra rocked against him, matching his movements with answering ones of her own, but Sirius stilled himself inside her and transferred his lips to the soft curve of her throat instead.

“Don’t rush this, sweetheart,” he urged her. “I don’t want this to end too soon – if I could, Lyra, I think I’d keep us here in this moment forever. I don’t ever want to let you go.”

She buried her face in his shoulder with a low, mewling cry as he slowly eased out of her before slamming into her once more. “N-nobody has forever, Sirius. But we do have now.”

With a drawn-out groan, he nodded and began to pick up his pace. They moved together in perfect harmony, each rhythmic thrust of their joined bodies pushing her closer to the peak that she was already so agonisingly near. Each moment was a fresh and more supreme bliss than the one before. Lyra had no idea how long they stayed together in such ecstasy, for each time she felt her climax began to build he slowed himself until she relaxed against her will before he slammed into her again to start the sweet torture afresh.

When she could restrain a loud and urgent cry no longer, Sirius propped himself up to meet her wide-eyed stare. A thin sheen of perspiration covered his brow, and his eyes seemed to soften when he saw the desperation she wore so plainly upon her face. “Do you want me to make you come, sweetheart?”

“Sirius, please!” Near sobbing in frustration, she tugged on the silk that tied her to the bed, but the magical knots were unbreakable. “Shit, Sirius, I’m begging you!”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” His eyebrows lifted as, still looking intently into her eyes, he slipped one hand in between their bodies to reach down between her legs. Helpless with her limbs so inescapably bound, she could do nothing but submit to the skilled manipulation of his deft fingers as they worked against her.

The rough pinches combined with the thrill of his cock still mercilessly pounding into her proved to be all she needed. Lyra stiffened then lurched as her body exploded into a million shards of sheer ecstasy, far stronger and sweeter than any release she had had before. Relentless waves of pleasure crashed through her body, stealing her breath away as she jerked uncontrollably beneath Sirius and pulled against the bonds that kept her restrained.

Triumph burned upon his face before it contorted and he collapsed on top of her, covering her face in a hundred frantic and impassioned kisses as his loud cries rose in crescendo to join hers. She sobbed into his shoulder, overcome by the force of all she felt, and it seemed that he too was in the grip of the same ferocious elation.

When their feverish bodies finally relaxed, Sirius stretched for his wand and vanished the silk ties before slowly withdrawing from her with another low groan, one that was full of drowsy satisfaction as he rolled onto his side and pulled Lyra with him. “Stay?” he murmured, a deep hunger in his voice that echoed all she felt.

She nodded instantly and nestled into his arms as the sheets rose into the air before settling around their tangled limbs. Nothing had ever felt more right.

All that was lurking outside Sirius’s bed could not touch her, not tonight.
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