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The fire crackled low in the grate, casting golden light over the worn leather sofa in the Grimmauld Place sitting room. Harrie was curled in Sirius’s lap like a beloved pet, her slight frame completely swallowed by his broader one. She was naked, her knees spread over his thighs, and her cheek pressed to the warm skin of his chest while his thick cock rested deep inside her, kept snug and warm in the slick heat of her cunt. Hours of gentle denial had left her trembling and soft, every breath a quiet plea she was too well-trained to voice.
Sirius’s large hand moved slowly through her dark hair, the other holding an old book on runic propulsion charms. Every so often he turned a page, hummed approvingly, then brushed his lips to her temple.
“There’s my perfect angel,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and velvet soft. “So sweet and still for Daddy. Keeping me so nice and warm.”
Harrie made a tiny, happy sound and snuggled closer, one arm looped loosely around his neck, the other resting over his chest as she idly traced the intricate designs of his tattoos with soft fingers.
S was broken from her revery when the floo suddenly flared green.
Like he would any other day, Remus casually stepped through, brushing ash carelessly from his sleeves, but stopped short when he saw the intimate vision before him. His gaze flicked over the scene- Sirius lounging like a king on his throne, Harrie bare, impaled to the hilt and flushed pink from cheeks to chest- then settled with fond amusement on Sirius’s smug face.
“Didn’t realize I was interrupting family time,” Remus said mildly, but with a barely concealed wicked smirk that was all too knowing.
“You’re always welcome Moony,” Sirius answered briefly looking up from his book. “Harrie’s just keeping my lap warm while I read. Come sit. Tell me, how did the DeMarc order go?”
Harrie whimpered with quiet mortification and tried to burrow further into Sirius’s neck.
Remus dropped into the opposite armchair with a sigh, stretching out his long legs and enjoying the little prank immensely. His eyes never quite leaving Harrie. “He wants the runes in actual gold leaf now. Apparently it’s ‘traditional.’ I told him he can pay for it if he wants to be flashy and bankrupt at the same time.” He shook his head, then smiled softly at the girl trying to disappear into Sirius’s shoulder.
“She’s gone all shy,” he observed warmly, taking in Harrie’s trembling form. “Look at her. Sweetest little thing I’ve ever seen. You’re a lucky bastard, Pads.”
Sirius finally closed the book and wrapped both arms around her, one hand splayed possessively over the small of her back. “I am,” he agreed with a little squeeze to the plush skin at her hip. “She is the sweetest, tightest, most obedient girl in the world.” He nuzzled her ear. “Aren’t you, angel?”
Harrie nodded against his shoulder, her face burning in shame and arousal.
Remus’s eyes softened. “You’ve done wonders with her. She’s absolutely perfect.”
Sirius’s smile turned wolfish, mischief shining in his silver eyes. “I know.” He tilted Harrie’s chin up and over with two fingers, forcing her to meet Remus’s gentle amber gaze. “Tell Uncle Remus thank you for the compliment, angel.”
Her voice came out a shy whisper. “Thank you, Uncle Remus.”
Remus’s smile widened and his eyes turned hungry. “You’re very welcome, sweetheart.”
Sirius’s hand slid down her spine, tracing idle patterns into her silken skin. “She’s been warming me all evening,” he said conversationally. “For hours now. She hasn’t moved even once. Hasn’t come once, even though she’s dripping down my balls.” He nuzzled her ear. “See how sweet and innocent she is? If you’d like, Moony, you can borrow her pretty little mouth. The rest of her is mine alone, but her throat…well. I'm sure she would love to make the person Daddy loves almost as much as her, feel good. Wouldn’t you, baby?”
Harrie’s emerald eyes went wide. She looked up at Sirius with uncertainty, her lips parted in a silent plea.
Sirius stroked her cheek in gentle admonition. “Wouldn’t you like to help Uncle Remus, angel? It would make Daddy so proud. And you know refusing would make me very sad. You never want to make Daddy sad, do you?”
She bit her lip in remorse and gripped onto the lapels of his jacket. “I want to make you happy,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl.” He kissed her forehead, then shifted her easily- she weighed next to nothing to him- turning her on his lap so she faced Remus, knees still spread wide over Sirius’s thighs. He lifted her just long enough to line himself up, then lowered her slowly back down, inch by thick inch, until she was stuffed full again and whimpering.
Remus’s breath hitched as he stood and walked closer, anxious to take a better look.
“Look at her,” Sirius said proudly, his hands roaming freely. He cupped her perfect breasts, rolling the rosy peaks until they stiffened, hard and aching. “These perfect soft tits. So sensitive- she comes just from having them played with sometimes.” His palms skimmed down her trembling belly. “Her skin is like silk. And lower…” He spread her slick folds with two fingers, exposing where his cock stretched her pink and glistening entrance. “Look how tiny she is, Moony. But she still takes me like she was made for it.”
Harrie tried to hide her face back in Sirius’s neck again, whining.
“No hiding, love,” Sirius chided gently, tipping her chin back up. “Let Uncle Remus see what a gorgeous girl I have. Look how hard you’ve made him. He’s aching. You don’t want him to hurt, do you?”
She glanced at the obvious bulge straining Remus’s trousers and shook her head, her eyes huge.
Remus moved slowly, unclasping his belt buckle and lowering the zipper, tooth by tooth until his cock sprang free- long, thick, flushed dark at the tip, a bead of precome already pearling there on his slit.
Harrie’s breath caught; he was nearly as big as Sirius, and Sirius was bloody huge.
Sirius kissed her temple. “Open your hands, angel. Wrap them around Uncle Remus the way Daddy taught you.”
Trembling, she obeyed, dainty fingers barely meeting around Remus’s shaft.
“Good girl. Now, Uncle Remus likes his bollocks worshipped first. Give them little kitten licks, get them nice and wet.”
Remus stepped closer still, one hand settling lightly into her hair. Harrie leaned forward, her tongue darting out shyly to trace the seam of his sac. She lapped delicately at first, then bolder, drawing one heavy ball into the wet heat of her mouth and rolling it gently with her tongue.
Remus’s head fell back with a ragged exhale. “Fuck, that’s perfect, sweetheart.”
Sirius’s fingers found her clit, circling slow and rewarding. “That’s it, baby. Such a good little angel for us.”
The praise and the steady pressure on her swollen bud shattered her quickly- she’d been teetering on the edge all evening. She came with a muffled cry around Remus’s testicle, her thighs shaking, and cunt fluttering madly around Sirius’s cock.
Remus growled as he felt the vibrations around his ballsack. He tightened his grip in her hair, careful not to hurt her, but just enough to take control of her movements. “Fuck- open wide, sweetheart.”
He pulled free of her mouth and fed his cock between her lips in one smooth thrust. Harrie gagged, her eyes watering, but Sirius was already rocking up into her, setting a lazy rhythm.
“Relax your throat, angel,” Sirius soothed, one hand petting her hair, the other guiding her head down to meet Remus’s thrusts. “Just let us use our perfect girl.”
They moved together like they’d done this a hundred times, and maybe they had; Harrie had heard the stories from their Hogwarts haydays. Remus fucked her mouth in long, steady strokes; Sirius took her cunt in deep, possessive rolls of his hips. Praise rained down on her, filthy and loving all at once.
“Merlin, her throat- ”
“So bloody tight- ”
“Our good little set of holes-”
Harrie could only cling to Remus’s trousers, her knuckles white as tears and spit streaked down her cheeks as she took them both. She felt split open, used, and adored beyond bearing.
Sirius came first, his teeth clamping down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder as he slammed deep and spilled with a guttural moan, flooding her cunt in thick pulses. He recovered quickly, both hands still on her head, pushing her down Remus’s length until her nose pressed into the soft hair at his base and she choked.
“Come on, Moony,” he rasped, still buried inside her. “Paint her throat. She wants it- don’t you, baby?”
Harrie whimpered around the cock stretching her jaw, her throat working frantically.
Remus’s rhythm stuttered. With a broken curse he held her flush against him and came, hot pulses sliding straight down her throat. She swallowed frantically, tears still streaking her cheeks, until he eased his cock free and tucked it away.
He bent, cupped her wet face, and kissed her softly- lips first, then forehead. “Thank you, darling girl. You’re incredible.”
Sirius gathered her close, turned her around and lifted her effortlessly, his softening cock slipping from her. Cum and slick dripped down her thighs as he stood. “Time for bed, angel,” he murmured into her hair. “Big night for my best girl. Say thank you and good night to your Uncle Remus.”
“Thank you for using my throat Uncle Remus. Good night,” Harrie whispered sleepily.
With a fond smile and a final caress of her cheek Remus bade them both good night and stepped back into the floo.
Sirius carried her upstairs wrapped in his arms, her face tucked into his neck, legs dangling limply.
In their bedroom he laid her gently on the sheets, cleaned them both with a lazy flick of his wand, and crawled in behind her. She curled into him at once, small and trusting, burrowing into the warmth of his chest.
Sirius pressed kisses to her hair, her temple, the shell of her ear, her damp cheeks.
“I love you so much, Harrie,” he whispered into the dark, his arms tightening around her. “My perfect, precious angel. You made Daddy happier than you’ll ever know tonight. So proud of you. So fucking proud.”
She sighed, soft and sated, and let sleep pull her under- safe, cherished, and utterly his.