Chapter 46: Rita's Binding
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A/N: Rita joins the fold~
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As Rita bobs up and down on his cock, servicing him with her mouth, Harry… leaves nothing to chance. A silent Legilimens and he's inside of her head, perusing her current thoughts and seeing recent events from her perspective. He's not expecting to see practically her entire life flash before her eyes as she comes to the conclusion that she's never been happy except now, submitting to him, but he's also not all that upset about it.
Rita's submission is genuine… and really, that's all that matters in the end, isn't it? It doesn't matter necessarily how they got to this point. What matters is that the venomous reporter is tired of being a poison quill type of writer. She's tired of grasping at straws and vying for attention through hit pieces and gossip. She wants more… and Harry can give her that.
As she swirls her tongue along his cock, Harry lets out a shuddering breath, his eyes drifting shut for a moment. He's aware, of course, that Bella is still nearby, in her own animagus form but entirely invisible. His first pet watches on as he enjoys the mouth of his latest. Rita, meanwhile, doesn't seem to care whether they're alone or not. She sucks him off with enthusiasm and gusto right there in the middle of the Forbidden Forest.
Harry briefly considers performing the ritual here. It wouldn't be too much trouble, not really. Especially with the level of magic he could call upon at this point. Warding off the area to keep out not just inquisitive wizards or witches but also the forest's denizens and creating the ritual circle right here on the forest floor… it wouldn't be impossible. It wouldn't even be particularly difficult.
And yet, it just doesn't feel right. After all of their meetings together in the Room of Requirement, it seems to Harry like that's the only true option for them at this point. So with that in mind, he grips down on Rita's hair a bit more tightly, fisting it in his grasp and making her glance up at him.
"Relax your throat, Rita."
To her credit, she does her best to do exactly that, even as Harry speeds up the process by taking charge. Thrusting forward, he turns the blowjob into a proper, good old fashioned face fucking, pushing down the back of Rita's throat and letting his balls slap against her chin over and over again.
"Gagkh… Gagkh… Gagkh…"
Alas, while Rita does in fact try to relax her throat, her best isn't good enough. She still chokes and gags intermittently as he fucks her face, her eyes watering and her nostrils flaring for air. Meanwhile, the drool and saliva collects all the faster, until it's dribbling down her chin as his balls slap into it again and again.
Harry doesn't hold back much longer though before tipping over the edge anyways.
"Here it comes, Rita. Swallow for me, that's a good girl."
A belly full of his seed isn't a key component of the ritual or anything, regardless of how much magic there is in his semen at this point. However, it certainly doesn't hurt. That's why Harry cums in Rita's mouth, telling her to swallow and watching her do her best to drink it down.
She doesn't get every last drop, a bit of it winds up leaking out of the side of her mouth as her cheeks get a little stuffed, but she does what she can and in this case, that's all that matters.
The reaction to consuming such a heady amount of Harry's cum isn't as pronounced for Rita as it was for Fleur, but she's still a little dazed as Harry pulls back. Her eyes are slightly glazed over and her tongue tracing out to lick her lips and collect that small trickle that managed to escape her.
Harry looks at her in amusement for a moment, letting his cock swing back and forth and watching as she follows it with her gaze, keeping track the entire while. Finally though, he just shakes his head and chuckles before tucking his cock back into his pants.
"Time to turn back into a beetle, Rita. And then… we're going back to Hogwarts to finish things."
Rita blinks, coming out of her stupor a bit as his member vanishes from view and he explains what they're doing next. To her credit, she only hesitates for a moment before nodding and transforming, she flies through the air in beetle form and lands on his shoulder, before tucking herself under the hood of his robes.
Harry, once he's sure she's situated, heads back to the castle with an invisible Bella trotting along after him.
They make it to the Room of Requirement without being accosted by anyone, and once inside, Harry doesn't hesitate to start creating the ritual circle. Rita, meanwhile, transforms back into her human form and looks at what he's doing hesitantly. At the same time, Bellatrix is also back in her human form, still invisible, and watching Rita like a hawk in case of treachery.
It's not exactly necessary, but Harry appreciates the loyalty all the same. For one, if Rita did try anything, he would see it coming a mile away and stop her himself. For two… Rita wasn't going to try anything.
"You can start stripping now, Rita."
Harry's offhanded comment causes the blonde witch to jolt as he doesn't even look up from the ritual circle before delivering it. Nevertheless, she obeys. She's in too deep to back out now, and they both know it. But she also doesn't want to back out. What she wants… is to be his. To continue to feel fulfillment under his command, obeying his whims.
Well, Harry could give her that. He could give her quite a lot of that. But first, the matter of securing her loyalty on a more permanent basis.
The ritual circle completed, Rita Skeeter standing there naked, Harry smiles and takes a moment to admire her body, even as he strips down himself. Despite being older than him, Rita blushes like a schoolgirl under his gaze, squirming a bit. Even though she has a truly terrible personality, or at least had one, she's not ugly. She's certainly no Umbridge.
A full body shudder runs through Harry at THAT mental image, and his ardor wilts for a moment, causing Rita to frown.
"Is… is everything alright… sir?"
Chuckling at the hesitantly tacked on 'sir' at the end there, Harry finishes stripping and steps forward, pushing thoughts of Dolores Umbridge as far from his mind as possible as he takes Rita in his arms and holds her close.
"More than alright, my dear. Nothing to worry about."
Her warm, naked body positively melts into his own as she leans against his chest. Rita's breathing becomes somewhat shallow as she looks up at him, her heart beating all the more rapidly in her chest, something he can easily feel through their physical contact. Giving her a reassuring smile, Harry leads her over to the ritual circle in the center of the room and pushes her down.
He goes with her of course, not just throwing her to the floor or anything so barbaric. No, they descend to the floor together, with Harry leaning over Rita and Rita shivering in anticipation and trepidation in the center of the circle. His cock slides along her abdomen, across her navel, and down to her pussy mound, rubbing against her slit.
Pushing into her a couple of inches, Harry watches as Rita's back arches, her breath hitching noticeably. He stops there though, not going any further until she's looking at him expectantly and starting to whine needily. Only then does he speak.
"Are you ready to become mine, Rita Skeeter?"
"Y-Yes…"
"Are you willing to submit to me, now and forever?"
"I'm… I'm willing."
"Are you eager to know me as Master, and to obey my every command?"
Quivering now, Rita nevertheless nods.
"I-I am… I am, Master!"
The ritual circle under Rita begins to glow as she answers all three questions in the affirmative. Harry, smirking now, thrusts into her at long last, causing the circle to light up even brighter. Rita gasps, looking around them in wonder, but he doesn't give her long to contemplate the meaning of the bright glow they're surrounded by.
Quickly setting his pace, Harry causes Rita to moan wantonly as the tantric sex ritual that will bind them together proceeds swiftly. Reaching out with his magic, even as he thrusts up deep inside of Rita and fills her with every last inch of his phallus, Harry connects first to the magic infused cum in her stomach, and then further still, onto Rita's magic itself.
This is a solid next step in his plans. Not just because Rita's magic is about to be added to his own, but also because of what she represents with her job. Using Rita, Harry can influence the very fabric of magical society itself… and if he wants to save them all from the future he came back from, he very well might need Rita's pen to write some articles for him.
But that's the future. Right now, for the time being, Harry focuses on the present. Gripping down on the connection between him and Rita, Harry picks up the pace, fucking her even harder as she cries out beneath him, climaxing again and again on his cock. Until finally, he tips over the edge at long last and spills his seed inside of her womb, just the same as he did her belly back in the Forbidden Forest.
Rita's eyes snap wide open as she no doubt feels it happening. The ritual circle flows off of the floor and onto her body, covering the blonde from head to toe in magical runes that glow all the more brightly for a moment before vanishing from view. A moment later and it's done, the connection stabilizing and Rita's magic now Harry's. Her very soul might as well be his, given how easily he could end her.
Leaning in close, Harry places his forehead against Rita's, his hands gliding up her neck to caress her face.
"You're mine now, Rita. That ritual bound your magic to me, giving me unrestricted access. With this, there's no going back. You will be mine till the day you die, and you will always be of use to me, I promise that."
When he pulls back, Rita is clearly struggling with a bevy of emotions. There's happiness in her eyes, and a sort of relief in her face. But there's also still some trepidation. It's clear that even now, she doesn't quite know what to think of him or all of this. Chuckling, Harry pulls away entirely, his cock slipping out of Rita as he rises to his feet.
"You can ask questions you know. I can tell you a lot more now that the trust between us is guaranteed."
Slowly, Rita rises to her feet as well, clearly taking her time to think about what she wants to say. Finally though…
"Why? Why all of this? Why me?"
Harry hums for a moment, letting her questions hang in the air. Then, he stretches out his arms.
"Robe."
Before Rita can do more than blink at him, a robe materializes out of thin air and is draped over his shoulders. Then, Bellatrix herself, reading his intentions perfectly, materializes as well. The look on Rita's face is honestly hilarious as she squeaks and instinctively takes a step back.
"B-B-Bellatrix…"
Harry raises a brow at that, because that actually sounds a lot more familiar than he's expecting. And indeed, Bella steps past him, giggling airily as she rakes her gaze up and down Rita's form.
"Hello, Rita~"
Okay, now Harry knows there's history there. He hadn't realized they knew each other before. But then it hits him… Bellatrix Black and Rita Skeeter are the exact same age. Meaning that they were actually in the same year at Hogwarts. And since Rita was a Slytherin.
"A-Ah… ah… but you're…"
"Supposed to be in Azkaban? Yeah, I know. Our Master broke me out. Not to worry, I'm not going to do anything to you, Rita… not without his permission, obviously."
Rita's eyes flicker from Bellatrix to Harry, and if she didn't feel like she was in over her head before, she's definitely feeling it now. And frankly, part of him thinks she deserves at least this much fear. Sure, this Rita hadn't done as much to him as the Rita from the previous timeline had. She hadn't had the chance to do anything this time around before he'd subverted her.
However, just because she hadn't personally wronged him or anyone he cared about quite yet didn't mean she wasn't still a godawful person until he got his hands on her. She was still the same Rita Skeeter as ever, and she deserved a little bit of a fright for all the bullshit she'd done up to this point.
That said, Harry nevertheless decides to take mercy on the poor woman, walking past Bella and up to Rita with a soft smile on his face.
"Not to worry, Rita. There's a perfectly reasonable explanation for everything I've done. And now that you're mine, I'm willing to bring you fully into my confidence. We're going to do great things together, all of us. Sit down on the bed and I'll explain."
Rita swallows nervously as he guides her over to the nearby bed and sits her down at the end of it. Bellatrix prowls on the other side of the room, even as Harry begins to tell Rita all about his true nature. Not many get to know as much as he tells her, but for Rita… well, Harry has forged a closer bond than most. And if he's going to make the most of her… well, they need to be on the same page, to say the least.
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MINISTRY IN SHAMBLES. Madam Amelia Bones, Director of the DMLE, most capable of picking up the pieces?
Harry smiles as he reads the headline on the front page of the Daily Prophet the next morning. Nothing about the Yule Ball, at least penned by Rita. She'd left that to other writers, and without her ability to spy on things, those writers were doing puff pieces instead of attack articles.
Rita, meanwhile, had done exactly as Harry told her to, and wrote an article that both lambasted Fudge's failing Ministry in the aftermath of his departure, as well as propped up Amelia as the clearest cut choice for Fudge's successor. Director Bones, the only one who could right the sinking ship.
Humming, Harry sets the newspaper down and considers his own next steps where Amelia is concerned. Did he focus on getting her closer to her ultimate position behind the Minister's Desk… or did he focus on getting her closer to her ultimate position beneath him?
Chapter 47: Amelia's Submission
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A/N: Amelia has been under pressure~
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The reward for good, solid work was always more work. Amelia had understood this all her life in a way many people didn't. And likewise, she'd always enjoyed it in a way most others did not. Give her work, give her something that needed to be done, and she'd happily put her nose to the grindstone and get it done.
Unfortunately, the sort of work that she was being 'rewarded' with of late wasn't her favorite. Not by a long shot. One would hope that Fudge's resignation would be a good thing, and in the long run she suspected it would be. In the short run, his departure had created a power vacuum that everyone was clamoring to fill.
Likewise, Lucius Malfoy's… squibification wasn't something Amelia would be losing any sleep over, save for the fact that he claimed it was the work of the Dark Lord. But at the same time, while the Lady Malfoy was doing her best, there were still opportunistic vultures seeking to carve little pieces of Lucius' power and influence away for themselves.
It was a bunch of political nonsense, that's what it was. Amelia hated it. She much preferred to stay in her lane if at all possible and handle her duties as the head of the DMLE above all else.
Unfortunately, staying in her lane had been what allowed Fudge to get away with such gross incompetence for so long. And it had been the thing that let Lucius Malfoy get away with his corruption of the Ministry for so long as well.
All in all, now that Amelia had had her eyes forcibly opened to the truth, she couldn't close them again. It would go against everything she stood for. She had to deal with this, had to deal with everything, because frankly, it seemed like she was the only one who could.
Even Rita fucking Skeeter apparently thought so. Amelia's eyes trail over to the copy of the day's Daily Prophet on a corner of her desk, a huff on her lips as she looks at the headline and shakes her head. She wished Rita was wrong. She wished she wasn't the best person for the job. Part of her was even tempted to give the position to Rufus. Her Head Auror was a dedicated and diligent man, but he was also ambitious to a fault. She wasn't sure if he was the right man for the job… but she wasn't sure if she was the right woman either.
And then there was this news of Voldemort. She knew from HIM that the Dark Lord was apparently back. But what did it mean that he drained Lucius Malfoy of his magic? Amelia didn't know what to do or what was going to happen next. She didn't-
"You've been busy, Amelia."
Hands suddenly fall upon her shoulders as a familiar voice hits her ears. Amelia's eyes widen and she chokes on her own spit, instinctively going for her wand before freezing up and aborting the motion. He was back. Her… mysterious benefactor was back. A shiver runs down Amelia's spine, even as he runs his hands over her shoulders.
They hadn't spoken since that last time. Since he'd… well, since he'd decided to make her relax and stop working in a way that was very different from just putting her to sleep for a time.
For a bit, Amelia had been waiting with bated breath for his next visit. It had been all she could think about. But eventually she'd come to realize he wasn't coming back any time soon, and she'd refocused herself on her work.
It would be a lie to say that he wasn't always there in the back of her mind, however. His domineering voice, the way he'd touched her all over her body. The way he'd molded her, turning her into nothing more than submissive putty in his hands.
Amelia shudders, because there was something else… something she felt obligated to ask now after recent events.
"Who… who are you?"
There's a pause from the shadowy figure behind her, and then he lets go of her shoulders and walks around to the front of her desk, seeming to peer at her curiously.
"Who am I? I wonder, what brings up that question now, hm? Tell me your fears, Amelia."
Amelia shivers. The way he says her name… it does things to her. Things that a strong, mature witch like her should be able to ignore, things she shouldn't really like or enjoy. And yet… and yet.
Still, she forces herself to focus all the same, staring the shadowy figure down as she slowly stands up from behind her desk.
"I just need to know one thing. Are you Voldemort?"
On the one hand, it wouldn't make much sense. Long before Lucius lost his magic and started ranting and raving about the Dark Lord's return, the figure before her had told her that Voldemort was still alive and kicking. However, what better way to go under the radar than to be the source of information regarding your own survival, right? And he'd even gone so far as to say that Voldemort hadn't currently been a threat, back when she'd been trying to get to the bottom of the Sirius Black-Peter Pettigrew situation.
Had she been working with some sort of vengeful Lord Voldemort all this time? One who had turned on his followers for some reason? She-
"No. I am not Voldemort."
Oh. Amelia's shoulders slump in relief, and she hangs her head for a moment. She's not sure why she believes him unquestioningly, only that his words feel sincere… more sincere than she can possibly describe. She trusts him… she yearns to trust him.
"Is he… he's coming back now, isn't he? He was behind what happened to Lucius Malfoy… you must have heard about that, right?"
There's another pause before the shadow hums.
"You do not need to worry about Lord Voldemort, otherwise known as Tom Marvolo Riddle. I will take care of him for you, Amelia. Consider him out of your hands."
Amelia doesn't whine, because that would be childish. She doesn't pout, because that would be immature. She just huff a little bit though, eyes narrowing as she frowns most severely.
"Out of my hands? I am still the Director of the DMLE. I would consider the Dark Lord to very much fall under my purview!"
"You have enough on your plate as it is, Amelia. Speaking of which… you've been working yourself to exhaustion again, haven't you?"
With one single chiding comment, the tone of the conversation shifts and Amelia feels herself turn on a dime. She shrinks a bit, properly chagrined and chastised as she averts her gaze.
"I… there's been a lot to do. I have to stay on top of things. I'm-!"
"Excuses won't serve you here, my dear. You and I both know that you need a firm hand. Come here."
She hesitates for only a second before slinking out from behind her desk, feeling like she's back at Hogwarts and in trouble with her Head of House, rather than the Director of the DMLE that she is. Except Amelia hadn't had THIS sort of relationship with her Head of House back at Hogwarts. The moment she's in front of the shadowy figure, he reaches out and takes hold of her chin, turning her head this way and that and inspecting the bags he no doubt sees under her eyes.
If she went out or was expecting company in her office, Amelia usually cast a spell to disguise the bags so no one saw them, but obviously she hadn't known he was coming and she hadn't been able to prepare.
"You haven't been taking care of yourself, Amelia. I'm disappointed."
An involuntary whine does manage to escape her lips then, much to her mortification and embarrassment. At the same time though, there's a thumping in her chest that's getting louder and louder as her heart races and… and she starts to get aroused.
"I'm sorry, sir."
It comes out easily. 'Sir'. She doesn't say it by accident this time, she says it on purpose. And while it's hard to tell, she's pretty sure he's pleased with her for it.
"Strip."
Amelia hastens to obey. Part of her wants to ask if they'll be doing more than last time. The massage had been nice, don't get her wrong… but it had also left her wanting more. Merlin had it left her wanting more. Whatever he'd done to her had been, pardon the pun, simply magical. She'd never felt better, but frankly she didn't feel like she needed another one quite so soon.
She doesn't say anything though. She doesn't say a word as she lays herself bare to him, exposing herself once more to this mysterious entity who'd come into her life and taken it by storm. Even now, it was hard for Amelia to wrap her head around how swiftly everything had changed. But… she didn't regret it. Nor did she regret obeying him now.
"Kneel."
Amelia's eyes widen in excitement. Rather than summon another massage table and order her to get on it, he was telling her to get on her knees in front of him. That… that she was happy to do. Slowly, she descends. Slowly, she kneels. Looking up at him, she can't make out much even now. But all of the sudden, there's a shadowy appendage coming out of the shadowy figure, and it hits her face with a somewhat meaty slap.
The illusion he's using to conceal his identity from her is only visual. Much like when he's put his hands on her, his cock is entirely solid as well. Rock hard, meaty, and throbbing, it drags across her face as Amelia closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering breath. If any of her subordinates saw her now, she would be ruined. But she can't help but desire this. It's been so long…
"Open."
Continuing his trend of single word commands, the shadowy figure prods the tip of his cock against her slightly parted lips. Opening wider for him, Amelia takes him into her mouth with a muffled moan, happily sucking away at his member as it glides further and further past her lips.
When it hits the back of her throat, she gags a little bit, but before she can reflexively pull away, his hand comes down to rest on her head, keeping her in place. Contradictory though it may be, Amelia is grateful for this. She can't always control her body's involuntary reactions, so if he's willing to do it for her, then all the better.
There isn't much to look at, since he's covered in shadows, so Amelia lets her eyes drift shut entirely and just loses herself in the submission of the moment. Bobbing up and down on his cock, sucking him off, and letting him guide her with his hand whenever he feels like it.
She may not know who he is, but truth be told, his identity at this point isn't nearly as important as what he's come to mean to her in such a short amount of time. He'd really done a number on her… so she only hoped he would continue to take responsibility for all of this.
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As Amelia sucks him off, Harry gazes down at her consideringly. The naked Director of the DMLE certainly isn't bad to look at, if one ignores the bags under her eyes. He'd let himself get distracted by things going on back at Hogwarts the past couple weeks, and Amelia had gone right back to her bad habits in the meantime.
He would be sure to force her to sleep after this, though right now he wasn't entirely sure where THIS was leading. She'd been so quick to get on her knees and suck his cock… but Harry supposed he couldn't really be surprised about that.
As he'd noted previously when he'd given her the massage, stress had just as much of an effect on a magical creature's magic as it did their physical and mental health. The massage that he'd given Amelia had completely loosened out her magic, and no doubt left her feeling better than she had… possibly ever in her entire life.
So really, it was no wonder that she was so eager to please, even on top of what at this point was undeniably a naturally submissive disposition. It was just a matter of how Harry wanted to- oh… well now, THAT was interesting.
He manages to refrain from impulsively looking towards the door to Amelia's office, even as a very familiar presence approaches. It's rather late at night, and the DMLE is currently relatively unpopulated. There's only a few people on this floor of the Ministry of Magic, in fact. Perhaps that was why Amelia hadn't locked her office door before stripping naked and getting down on her knees before him.
Or, more likely, she just hadn't remembered, too caught up in the moment and his pace to think of it. Fortunately for her, Harry was more magically aware than ever before after his recent rituals. First Narcissa and then Rita… it was safe to say he was the single most powerful wizard on the British Isles at this point, if not the world.
Normally, he would just lock Amelia's door now and be done with it. They would knock, he would let Amelia off of his cock just long enough to send them away, and that would be that. However, the identity of the witch approaching had Harry hesitating. After all, when would he get another chance to further ensnare Nymphadora Tonks in his web?
He could let the shapeshifting witch peep on him and her boss if he wanted. He would need to decide what she would see, however. A strange yet handsome wizard, the shadowy figure Amelia saw… or maybe, himself?
It would be rather amusing if he let Tonks see Amelia sucking him off before Amelia herself even knew his full identity. But did it fit into his plans? Was allowing Tonks to know about Amelia's submissive tendencies a net positive, or not worth the risk?
He only had a moment to decide… and so Harry does, making his decision and living with the consequences.
Chapter 48: Tonks' Peeping
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A/N: Tonks stumbles upon something surprising~
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Nymphadora Tonks is just coming up to her boss' door and lifting up a hand to knock when two things stop her in her tracks. First is the realization that the door to Director Bones' office is already open a crack, which is a little surprising considering that normally the Director of the DMLE is pretty careful about that sort of thing. Second is WHY Tonks realizes the door to her office is already open. Namely, the noises coming from within are leaking out through the crack.
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
Tonks blinks and then blushes profusely as the sounds of enthusiastic fellatio hit her ears. She stands there frozen in place for a moment, not quite sure what to do. Then, coming back to herself, she hastily looks around to make sure nobody else is nearby or noticing her pausing.
Thankfully it's late at night and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is pretty much empty. There's a couple of people left on the floor, but they've either fallen asleep at their desks or are hard at work and thus have their heads down anyways. Tonks doesn't see anyone who might be watching her… so carefully, she steps forward up to the crack in the door, unable to resist taking a peek.
Funnily enough, it's not until she sees what's going on in the Director's Office that she even thinks it might be Madam Bones engaging in any tomfoolery. No, her first assumption had been that a pair of ne'er dowels had snuck into the Director's Office while she was away and were up to no good.
Imagine Tonks' incredible astonishment and total shock when instead of two other people, she sees her boss. And not just her boss, but her boss naked and on her knees, sucking a rather impressive cock. For a moment, all Tonks can do is stare at Amelia Bones' side profile as the older witch gurgles her way up and down the cock she's kneeling in front of.
Then, the shapeshifter's eyes travel up to the man that has Madam Bones on her knees, only to grow even wider when she sees the face of one Harry James Potter smiling down at her boss.
There's just no way. That… this is impossible, right? There's simply no world in which this is happening. She must be hallucinating or something… right?
"Hulghk! Glughk! Gagkh!"
It's bad enough that Madam Bones is looking so… submissive. She even has her hands laced behind her head as she kneels there before Harry, her eyes gazing up at him while she dutifully deep throats his entire cock like… w-well, just like Tonks herself had, back in the Safe House.
Tonks blushes crimson, both on behalf of her boss and for herself as she's reminded of the things she and Harry have done together so far. He'd really taken her by storm, completely catching her off guard and taking control from start to finish. Tonks didn't necessarily regret even a single moment of it… but at the same time, now she was watching him debase her boss, and she didn't know what to think anymore.
His hands are in Amelia's hair, but it doesn't look like he's forcing her or anything like that. No, rather, the DMLE Director is acting very enthusiastic, and clearly enjoying herself.
"I'm getting close, Amelia. Be sure to swallow every last drop, alright?"
For a brief moment, Madam Bones pulls off his cock and gasps.
"Y-Yes sir."
And then dives right back down his length, taking him as deep as before. Tonks' eyes widen at the form of address she uses. Calling Harry 'sir'?! That was crazy! What in Merlin's saggy scrote was going on here?!
At the same time though… it was kind of hot. No, scratch that. It was really, really hot. Tonks blushes and tries to fight back her own arousal. She shouldn't… she shouldn't be watching this. Amelia Bones wasn't just her boss and superior, she was Tonks' idol. She was an example of how far a witch could rise in what often times felt like a wizard's world. She was everything Tonks wanted to be one day.
To see her like this… to see her on her knees submitting to a Hogwarts Student of all things… it did more than throw Tonks for a loop, it left her in a lurch. What was she supposed to do here? She couldn't look away. Even as Amelia swallows Harry's entire load, and he tells her she's 'a good girl' for doing so, Tonks doesn't look away. Even as Harry pulls Amelia up to her feet and beckons for her to bend over the nearby desk, Tonks doesn't look away.
The naked Director of the DMLE and her fine ass body are soon bent over her own desk, with Harry's hands on her hips as he positions himself behind her. Tonks' breath hitches right alongside Amelia's as he lines up with the older witch and prepares to penetrate her from behind. But then, rather than thrust into her, Harry does something entirely unexpected… he looks directly at Tonks and smirks.
Tonks freezes up all over again, only then realizing that her hands had started to subconsciously wander, with one halfway towards her crotch and the other groping her breasts. She immediately stops of course, blushing bright crimson as Harry's knowing smirk widens and he crooks a finger at her.
Oh Merlin. Oh fuck. She's so fucked. And yet, Tonks can't help but carefully slip into her boss' office, closing and securing the door behind her with barely a whisper of a sound. Harry covers that small amount of noise up by spanking Amelia's ass, causing the bent over DMLE Director to mewl and moan in needy anticipation.
When Harry waves a hand at her, Tonks feels some form of magic being cast on her person and she panics for a moment. But then she realizes it's invisibility. She can feel it clinging to her, and knows that no matter what, Amelia won't be able to see her. She could still potentially hear her though, so the invisible shapeshifting witch stays silent, even as she approaches the desk.
"P-Please sir… please… I need it…"
It seems Madam Bones has mistaken Harry's pause for a desire to hear her beg, because all of the sudden she's speaking up. Amelia even goes so far as to wiggle her ass back against Harry's cock as she whines. There's no trace of the strong, independent witch that Tonks had so looked up to right now. This… this is Amelia Bones in her rawest form. This is Amelia Bones stripped not just down to her birthday suit, but baring her very soul.
To be fair, Tonks supposes she can't exactly judge her boss for this. It wasn't like she'd done much better when it came to Harry. She'd folded for him like a cheap napkin and wound up feeling like a used tissue by the end of their interactions as well. She would be lying if she said she hadn't been wondering when they'd get a chance to do more. She just hadn't been expecting it to take this sort of form.
"Oh? You need 'it'? And what exactly is 'it', Amelia?"
Harry might not have initially intended his pause to make Madam Bones beg, but now that the DMLE Director has started, he's going for broke. Tonks can only watch with wide eyes as he reaches out and grabs a fistful of Amelia's hair, forcing the beautiful older witch to arch her back and moan as she answers him.
"I… I need your c-cock, sir…"
"Hm, and what do you need my cock for, exactly?"
"I need… I need you to fuck me with it… please sir, please fuck me."
Tonks' breath hitches as Harry chuckles… and then gives her boss exactly what she's asking for. His cock slams home into Amelia Bones' cunt with a sense of finality, causing a sort of stillness to fall over the office for half a moment. The beautiful naked witch stiffens up as Harry bottoms out inside of her, and Tonks certainly doesn't dare move a muscle.
And then the moment of stillness ends, and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fills the Director's Office as Harry plows Amelia from behind.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Tonks' blush has to be out of this world at this point, given how hot she feels. Her hands have started to wander again, but this time she doesn't bother stopping them once she notices. Her robes come off first, and she reaches down into her pants and up under her top. Only Harry can see her right now, and he throws her an amused glance as she pleasures herself to the sight of him dominating and debasing her boss and idol.
Merlin, this was so wrong. But at the same time, Tonks didn't think she wanted to be 'right'. Especially not if Madam Bones was also on the side of devils. Besides, as previously noted, Tonks didn't have a single leg to stand on. She'd already fallen under Harry's influence long before this.
"How does it feel, Amelia? How does it feel, having me inside of you at long last?"
Moaning, Amelia doesn't answer immediately. And for a moment, Tonks thinks she might be coming to her senses, and push back against Harry's words. But no…
"G-Good… oh Merlin, it feels so GOOD! Please don't stop sir… please, fuck me harder!"
She's really letting it all out, isn't she? Fuck, Tonks had to wonder how and when Harry had managed this. It shouldn't have been possible. Tonks hadn't caught a whiff of anything improper between the young wizard and her boss before now. And considering she'd had Harry's cock in her throat and his balls slapping against her chin at one point in time, the young Auror felt like she was pretty damn close to the situation. About as close as one could get.
And yet, the proof was right before her eyes. Harry Potter was dominating Amelia Bones. He was fucking her silly, pulling her head back by her hair, forcing her spine to arch, and using her as his own personal fuck doll. And she was loving every last bit of it. There was no reluctance, no regret, and no resentment from the DMLE Director that Tonks could make out.
It was all just pleasure, bliss, and ecstasy. Amelia was happily letting go of any semblance of control over the situation and submitting herself entirely to Harry and his big fat cock. Fuck it was hot… it was just so damn hot.
Tonks tips over the edge right around the same time as Amelia cums again, covering her mouth to contain her own moans while her boss cries out at the top of her lungs and covers up any noise from Tonks. Fingers squelching in and out of her clenching pussy, Tonks can only try (and mostly fail) to match the pace Harry is setting as he plows Madam Bones silly.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Until finally, one too many orgasms from the beautiful older witch tips him over the edge as well.
With a loud groan, Harry cums inside of the naked Director of the DMLE. He fills up the woman in charge of all of the Aurors with his seed, using her for his pleasure and giving her none of the respect she is due. And it is the sexiest, most arousing thing Tonks has ever seen.
When he pulls out of Madam Bones at long last, she's barely conscious. There's some twitching, and a whole lot of trembling, but it's obvious she's tuckered herself out. Tonks honestly isn't that surprised. After all, she knows how hard her boss works. She's always in the office, to the point that Tonks doesn't know when the older woman leaves. Amelia nevertheless manages to always look spectacularly put together, but at the same time… she has to be exhausted; Tonks has always felt.
Well, now that her boss doesn't know she's there and can't put on the act, Tonks is getting confirmation of that fact. Amelia still tries to protest when Harry proceeds to put her to bed on the nearby couch, conjuring up a blanket to cover her nude, freshly fucked form, but he hushes her and casts a spell that has her eyes drifting shut and staying shut within moments.
Soon enough, the Director of the DMLE is fast asleep… and Harry turns towards Tonks. In a flash, she knows she's not invisible anymore. Her eyes, meanwhile, slide down to his crotch, to the messy twitching cock that can be found there. He's still hard, impossibly enough. Still hard and ready to go… and in need of a good cleaning too.
Before he can speak, Tonks drops down to her hands and knees and crawls over to him. Leaning forward, she takes him in her mouth and begins to suck him clean, all while staring up into his eyes. Harry just watches her for a moment as she bobs up and down his length, reaching the tip of his dick each and every time only to descend again. It's right as she's reaching the tip again that he sighs and shakes his head with a chuckle.
"What am I going to do with you, Tonks?"
"… Whatever you want, sir."
The words are completely instinctive and wholly involuntary, causing Tonks to blush hard all over again after the moment it takes her to process what just came out of her mouth. But rather than try to take them back, she doubles down on her words, diving back down Harry's length and waiting for his verdict. What would he do with her next?
Tonks didn't know… but she would be lying if she said she wasn't excited to find out all the same.