Chapter 9
In the dimly lit bedchamber, Walburga stood over Sirius, who was bound and gagged on the bed. His naked body trembled, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through him. The air was thick with anticipation.
Walburga, a woman of regal beauty and stern demeanor, wore a strap-on harness. It was filled with the essence of Regulus, Sirius' brother, who had been summoned to provide his seed for this ritual.
Walburga began by stimulating Sirius' nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. She then trailed her fingers down his torso, causing him to shudder. His body betrayed him, responding to her touch despite his apprehension.
She leaned over him, her lips brushing against his ear. "You will bear a child for this family, Sirius," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She nibbled on his earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from him.
Moving down, she captured his lips in a heated kiss. Her tongue danced with his, tasting his surrender. She broke the kiss, trailing her lips down his neck, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake.
She reached his chest, her tongue swirling around his nipples. She sucked and bit them gently, causing him to squirm beneath her. His breath hitched as she moved lower, her lips brushing against his pelvis.
She bypassed his throbbing cock, instead focusing on his inner thighs. She licked and nibbled them, causing him to whimper. His body was a symphony of anticipation, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
Finally, she reached his puckered hole. She circled it with her tongue, causing him to gasp. She then plunged her tongue inside him, preparing him for the invasion.
She replaced her tongue with a finger, lubing it with Regulus' cum. She slowly inserted it into him, causing him to moan. She added a second finger, stretching him.
She then removed her fingers, replacing them with the strap-on. She pushed inside him, causing him to cry out. She began to thrust, each stroke deeper than the last.
The bed creaked with each thrust, mirroring the rhythm of their lovemaking. Sirius' body was a canvas of pleasure and pain, his mind a whirlwind of submission.
Walburga gripped his hips, pulling him closer. She increased her pace, their bodies slapping against each other. She leaned down, her lips finding his.
"You're mine now, Sirius," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. She broke the kiss, her thrusts becoming more urgent.
Sirius could feel the orgasm building up inside him. He moaned, his body tensing. Walburga felt his climax, pulling out just in time.
She then plugged him, preventing the cum from escaping. She smiled, watching as he squirmed beneath her. She then began to thrust again, ready to breed him once more.
The night was young, and the Black family's breeding slut had a lot to learn.