Andromeda Tonks was arranging the files on her desk when her wand buzzed inside the invisible holster.
Finally!
She shoved the non-threatening cases inside her desk drawer while bunching the serious ones aside, pressing the rune on her desk to call her apprentice. Standing up from the seat, the senior healer waved her wand and tidied her workplace for the foreseeable future, having no intention of stepping foot in the room for a week at least.
Disgraced, she might be, with her name dragged through the mud for eloping with a man of supposed inferior breeding, but no one could deny that the cunning and deviousness of her maiden family didn't flow through her vein in abundance. Maybe even more than the impulsive, hotheaded Bella, or the socialite, prim Narcissa. There was a reason she was the most feared of her siblings during Hogwarts…
Andromeda Tonks was also extremely sure of her decisions, to the point many could argue that she sometimes bordered stubbornness in her desire to follow through with her well-made plans. Be there any kind of obstacle placed in her way. She was like that from her earliest memories of what she could remember. After all, defying the powerful dictate of the Black family and daring to get pregnant by a muggleborn out of wedlock required a different kind of daring and courage, maybe encroaching madness. A madness that she possessed in spades.
So, it should surprise nobody that yesterday's revelation had already convinced her of her next plan of action. She was at first honestly upset at Lily for suddenly dumping her son in her care without prior notice. But then again, she had known that the redhead could be quite impulsive. As a result, she had been a bit cross at the boy during dinner, which the Potter heir might have picked up.
Oh! How she wished she could go back and make a favorable first impression again!
But in her defense, she thought of him as a regular teenager, unruly by Lily's continuous enforcement of past punishment. And she had just gotten rid of one unruly child herself from her home recently. If only she had known that her guest was so much more than an average teenager. So… so much more…
Well, not that she had no secret weapon of her own to restore the proper image in young Harry's mind. After Ted departed to attend that long negotiation with his client for at least ten days, Andromeda was not only overly sweet and friendly with Lily's son during today's breakfast but also left some seeds in the young man's mind to flower indecent thoughts about her. By planting the laundry basket directly in the hallway of his bedroom with her bra and silk knickers that she wore for her loser husband's pleasure last night. Not only the cups of her brassiere would show what kind of sweater puppies hid inside her usually conservative robes, but a fresh dose of pussy cream churned just this morning also drenched her silk panties, enough to drive a hormonal teenager wild with their musk.
Let's see if Harry can keep his hands off a woman's used underwear in the empty house.
And the small ward that she anchored around the garments would notify the moment someone picked them from their basket, which, by the continuous vibrating of her wand, would suggest her plan had already come to fruition.
Just a little longer and she would be barging into the guest bedroom, furious about the violation of her sanctity in her own home. And of course, the boy would be punished, severely—
"Madame, you asked for me?" A young woman in her early twenties stood at her office's threshold, smoothing the bulky robes that healers were forced to wear during their shifts.
"Yes, Cassie." Andromeda Tonks pointed to the pile of documents stacked on her desk. "Could you please give these to healer Davies?"
"Umm… is she going to—"
"Yes, dear. She is going to take care of my patients for the next week. I have already talked with her."
"When exactly will you be coming back, then?"
"Now, now Cassie. I think I have earned a long enough break after the last few grueling months." Andromeda chided her protegee. "And I would like to have a quiet little break to unwind myself."
"But… but what if there's a complication?"
Andromeda stopped in front of the nervous young woman and patted her on her back.
"Let's hope nothing like that happens then. I would hate to be disturbed."
And with that ominous warning, the beautiful older healer sauntered out of her office, her wand buzzing excitedly inside her hidden holster, almost mirroring her heart's elated fluttering.
The voluptuous Mrs. Tonks rolled her eyes as all the males on her way ogled her figure discreetly. From young early teens to old geriatric fossils, every proponent of testosterone undressed her with their eyes. Well, the exaggerated swaying of her dump truck of an ass didn't help at all.
But unfortunately for them, she already had an appointment at home.
Giddy with anticipation, Andromeda skipped to the apparition point of the St. Mungos, turning on her heels the moment she stepped into the specified room.
With a soft snap, the curvy brunette appeared just outside of her house perimeter, silencing her feet to stop her sounds from alerting the pervert resting in her home.
Andromeda Tonks entered through the front door with silent footfalls, grinning ear to ear as adrenaline coursed through her entire body, making her shiver involuntarily.
Maybe she should shed the bulky healer robe and put on some more formfitting clothing.
She was passing by the couch, fishing her wand out of the holster, which had stopped buzzing for the last dozen minutes, when a thick, heavy piece of enchanted robe caught her ankle. Eyes widening in alarm, Andromeda lost her balance, flailing her hands like windmills to steady herself, which turned out inadequate as she tumbled sideways where a coffee table sat innocuously.
"Fucking hell!"
Harry Potter backtracked hurriedly, left hand holding onto the pillow to preserve his modesty from the lecherous gaze of the advancing man whose naked upper half with layers of belly fat quivered with every movement.
"Mr. Tonks, what is the meaning of this?" Harry Potter wondered what kind of dangerous company his mother had fallen into. Surely, she was not aware of her friend's husband's degeneracy?
Hell, does this fat bastard's wife know about this?
Harry swallowed hard, glancing at the door of his current prison, which was blocked by the advancing man. Maybe he could knee the man in the nuts and rush for the…
"Didn't I just ask you to call me Tonks, my boy?" Harry did a double take as the creep's tongue slithered out of his mouth, extending like a foot outside, and hung there limply.
Eww…
Harry chucked the pillow sideways, balling his palms into powerful fists.
There's only one way to battle these perverts….
He was preparing to deliver the dreaded one-two to the advancing man when Mr. Tonks' feature bubbled like heated wax—the thinning sandy blond hair lengthened and became hot pink, the fat on the face burned out, turning into a heart-shaped feminine shape. The watery blue eyes staring at him lustfully darkened to a smoky violet, and the flopping tongue retreated inside the mouth, chapped lips thickening like a ripe cherry.
His body also transformed—height shrinking a few inches along with the fat on the torso bulging upward to the chest, creating gravity-defying humongous breasts which tapered into a tiny toned waist.
What kind of sorcery is this?
Harry rubbed his eyes, gaping as Andromeda Tonks' chubby husband turned into a smoking-hot model straight out of the Playwizard's page.
"What… what's going—"
Harry's stuttering halted as the transformed pink-haired woman let out a full-bellied laugh.
"Oh, man… man—you should have seen your face…" The woman wheezed out between her laughter, holding onto her stomach.
Harry's racing heart didn't allow him to find any enjoyment in the woman's laughter, eyes narrowing in suspicion about the female's identity.
"Who… a… are you?" The young man could be forgiven for squeaking that question, especially after the right scare that the woman just gave him.
"Who, me?" The laughter finally died before the beautiful woman smirked in his direction. Her violet eyes glinted hungrily, a lot more agreeable look from a beautiful woman in the young man's mind. "Just the daughter of the woman whose panties you were gobbling up."
The half-naked Tonks crossed the last few feet separating her with the now shock-still Harry, lips curving into a broad smile to see the behemoth attached to the boy's groin regaining its lost hardness rapidly at her approach.
"The question is—" Nymphadora Tonks whispered in the boy's ear, warm breath ghosting over the skin of his ear and cheek. "Who the hell are you?"
Harry Potter gulped loudly. It was certainly not in his plan to get caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Or knickers in his mouth.
And certainly not by the daughter of the woman whose panties he was sniffing like mad.
He had expected to be done by his exploration of worn female garments by the time Andromeda Tonks returned from work. But to be ambushed by her daughter…
His mouth dried like the winds of the Sahara, remembering the occupation of the half-naked woman standing in his front.
"I… I'm Ha… arry… Potter..." He flushed from his pathetic stuttering in front of an auror. "My mother left me in Mrs. Tonks's care for the week."
"Oh! I don't think you are hairy at all. Quite the opposite." Harry didn't need to look at the woman to hear the grin on her face. "And how did you repay my mother's generosity? By being a thief? A panty-thief?"
"I—uh… uhm…" Harry Potter ducked his head ashamedly, not being able to justify his actions. The embarrassment had the added benefit of his earlier arousal slowly draining from his body, his dick losing its steel hardness.
Nymphadora was enjoying making the wizard squirm. The beautiful redhead that her mother made good friends with had a son, which was not new knowledge to her. But a son that was hiding this kind of heat inside the trousers…
Her eyebrows furrowed, seeing the erection wilting like a punctured balloon.
Even in her proximity!
How could a young man lose his hardness in the presence of a smoking hot metamorphmagus?
How dare this guy become soft when she was barring her perfect round tities? When just five minutes ago that monster was inflamed-red, like on the verge of attacking any female hole present in the vicinity? And that by just smelling her mom's knickers, no less.
The old insecurities that she always hid inside her heart reared their ugly heads. The confidence that she oozed to the entire world was a facet that she developed in her teenage years. A facet crafted after too many requests to misuse her talents and transform into someone else. A facet on the verge of cracking. After so long.
She had been always jealous of her mother's effortless beauty and class during her younger years. That only compounded after the few boyfriends that she brought home always stared at her mother's figure discreetly. And that was without any magical leg-ups on her mother's part.
And her mother wondered why she stopped bringing any boyfriends to meet with her parents. For what? To watch them stare down her cleavage?
One asshole even dared to suggest that she transform herself into her mom after visiting her.
A cruel smirk formed on her lips, wondering if he could ever get any girl pregnant anymore.
Not realizing her absurd thought process, the pink-haired auror grasped the flagging meat pole of the nervous wizard, a proper revenge formed in her mind for his blatant insult.
Let's see how this bastard copes with blue-balls given by her ravishing self?
Harry was trying to recreate the feeling of side-along apparition. To whoosh away from the bedroom of shame and from the presence of auror that was surely going to tattle him off to her mother.
Unfortunately for him, the apparition was only taught in the NEWT year at Hogwarts, so he was in the process of defying his mother and chancing the dangerous process completely illegally, which he seemed to be doing a lot these last couple of months.
Even embarrassing himself by appearing naked on a street full of unknown people was better than whatever punishment the auror would cook for him.
Just when he was starting to feel a small tingling in his extremities in desperation, a hand gripped his floppy dick tightly.
Eyes widening in alarm, Harry looked into the violet eyes of the young auror. And promptly wished that he hadn't done that.
The dozens of angry emotions that swam in those violet orbs made him swallow nervously.
"Harry…Harry… Harry. My mother hates perverts. Hates them. Absolutely loathes them." Nymphadora Tonks tut-tutted, her grip tightening on his penis. "What do you think she would do to you? Especially after I tell her what you were doing with her underwear."
"Umm… can you not? Please?" Harry asked, breath hitching as the woman only mauled his soft penis harder at his pleading.
"And why should I? Hmm…"
Harry shifted in his stance uneasily, staring face to face with the smirking pink-haired woman. The perfectly symmetrical face, pouty lips, and those humongous perky breasts should have aroused him to full mast already, but every time he stared at the beautiful face of Mrs. Tonks' daughter, the creepy face of her father swam into his vision, wiping every randy thought from his mind.
And judging by the rising fury on the woman's face, Harry could guess that she had taken this as a personal insult.
"You know what, I could think of one way to keep my mouth shut…" Harry Potter gulped at the ominous tone, having an awful premonition of his future.
Harry wondered whether his mother's certainty of him having no seer blood really holds true. If anything, he probably would have performed well in Divination if all his predictions of his future came to fruition like they just did this time.
"Mmmppphhh…. Mmmppphhhh!"
With his hands tied above to the bedpost with a conjured rope, the Potter heir thrashed around, hoping to get out of the humiliation. He couldn't even vocalize his distress as the auror at the start of this encounter had pushed her thick cotton panties inside his mouth, sealing it with a sticking charm, literally gagging him in the process.
And she had placed her now naked butt above his thighs, trapping him underneath her, with her weight as well as the improvised attempt at shibari.
"Like my punishment, little Potter." The pink-haired woman still tried to increase the blood flow of his slumbering shaft, hands whipping along the soft but still enormous thick shaft. "I promise it's a lot better than my mother's method of revenge."
Nymphadora Tonks grimaced internally, her earlier insecurities coming in full force. No other man previously had been this unresponsive to her touch, always eager and willing and Hard for her. Her touch. Her mouth. Her cunt. But this boy…
It's like her touch repulses him somehow.
She would have declared him a wand-sucking faggot if she had not seen him lose his mind over her mom's knickers.
Wait… That's it. Maybe he likes girls of similar ages… Her current punk looks certainly aren't for everyone's taste.
The pink-haired auror scrunched up her nose, concentrating hard. Her height shrunk further, her body mass decreasing dramatically, the chest pillows that retained their unnatural perkiness only due to her special talent shrunk to a modest C cup, hips and thighs tightening along with her breasts.
Nymphadora Tonks, the Hogwarts fourth-year teenager, stared at the wide eyes of the wizard underneath.
"Such useful talent. Isn't it?" Now eighteen-year-old-looking auror hefted her smallish-looking breasts, palming the erect pink buds cutely. Tonks further elaborated, seeing the puzzled look of Harry Potter. "I'm a metamorphmagus. You see. A shape-shifter, if you will. Can transform into anybody I wish, with any body parts. Heck, I can even change the structure of my muscle and organs." As if to prove her point, the auror turned her left hand into claws, slowly running the sharp nails along the wizard's thigh, leaving an indentation along the way.
Grinning at the stupefied looks of the Potter heir, she went for his dick again. "You have no idea how fun I could be in—"
Tonks' mind ground to a halt as the same unresponsive soft tissue mass of wizarding penis came across her.
No! This can't be…
Once an accident, twice a coincidence, but thrice…
She refused to accept that both of her looks would fail to rouse a straight wizard out of their repose.
But she had seen with her own eyes…
Nymphadora Tonks glared at the nervous emerald eyes of her prey, a small suspicion forming in her mind.
Last try…
Her favorite pink hair turned pitch black, almost sucking the light out of its surrounding, curling strands cascading around the now pale skin of her face. Different from her earlier tan. Her cute button nose lengthened and straightened to perfect symmetry, her face gaining the impossible beauty that only hundreds of years of selective breeding can achieve.
The fat that she had shed with her last transformation came back with a vengeance—teenage breasts ballooning to enormous proportions, even eclipsing her adult self's bustiness, hips widening to a ridiculous matronly shape, and lastly regaining the lost inches of her previous morph.
A replica of Andromeda Tonks' bombastic body rested above the suddenly still young man.
Thwack!
All the motion of the wizard's body that had stalled at her mother's sudden appearance transferred into the wizard's groin. The soft flopping dick that was struggling to stand before reached its monstrous length and girth in alarming speed before colliding with a smack to her belly. The massive head of the beast rested between her cleavage.
This bastard…
Nymphadora almost followed through with her initial impulse to curse the bollocks off the underlying wizard. But the unprecedented heat and thickness resting between her transformed bosom forced her to consider her long-decided principal.
She had promised to curse anyone that ask her to change into a completely different person during sexual activities in her mid-teens. Minor changes requested were usually considered before being discarded. She had followed through on that promise throughout her sexual life, cursing perverts left, right, and center who dared to be presumptuous and force her to be someone else.
But this time.
Her curiosity and unique physiology always attracted her to males with significantly bigger-than-average endowments. Bigger the Better—the motto she judiciously followed while picking her choice of bed partner. If the partner was a male, of course…
And nuzzling the biggest and meanest looking dick between her tits, Nymphadora Tonks, for the first time in her life, compromised with her promise. Rather than cursing and mauling the enormous dick of the Potter wizard, the transformed auror fondled the dick eagerly, a small smile forming on her face.
A wand this size surely required her moral compromise. If she cursed this beautiful piece, she had to literally and figuratively commit bestiality to find a similar-sized bitchbreaker. Even for the usually adventurous auror, that was too extreme.
And not like I would not be getting the justifiable revenge…
A transformed Nymphadora Tonks summoned her wand to her hand before pointing at the jerking behemoth.
'Sine sensu!'
And ignored the sudden thrashing of the alarmed wizard as the spell dampened the monstrous dick's every sensation almost entirely.
Now I will know what it's like to have sex with a fucking giant.
The auror lined up the honking piece of manmeat at her dewy pussy lips, flushing slightly as her mother's body produced enough slippery fem-cum that it dripped out of the pink pussy lips, splashing onto the helmet of Harry Potter's cock.
"Now comes the real price of silence—"
Nymphadora had just hooked the cock into her labia, groaning as just the first inch of the bell-end split her like never before when a loud crash from downstairs reached her ears, followed by an angry swearing.
"Fucking hell!"
The metamorphmagus's violet eyes, identical to her mother, widened in panic, a thousand curses forming in her mind at the untimely arrival of the woman she was impersonating.
She had to come home early today, of all days?
For just a moment, Nymphadora Tonks on the verge of impaling herself on the tied-up young Potter's dick thought of throwing caution to the wind and continuing her downward journey even if her mother barges into the room and saw her doppelgänger riding the giant cock of her houseguest.
Unfortunately, living with the oldest Black sister for her entire life, Nymphadora shuddered to think about the consequences that such an action would incur.
With a defeated sigh, the busty auror sidled out of her position over the vulnerable Harry Potter, looking at the twitching pillar of angry cock flesh longingly.
Properly dressed again with the help of a few conjurations, the grumbling auror was rushing out of the guest bedroom to cut off her mother from coming upwards when a loud groan from the tied-up wizard jolted her out of misery.
"Mphhh… Mmmppphhh…."
Nymphadora Tonks glanced at the naked, twitching young Potter who pleaded with her to release him from the humiliation with his eyes.
"Don't think this will help you evade my punishment, little Potter." She waved her wand and vanished the rope tying the wizard's hands. "We will continue this after Mum goes to sleep at night. So don't fall asleep on me, all right, love?"
And ignoring the glaring emerald eyes of the wizard, Tonks dashed from the room, leaving a young angry wizard rubbing his wrists, mouth still unfortunately stuffed with her knickers.
There was an awkward silence among the occupants of the dining hall, making Harry shift his eyes from the mother to the daughter and vice versa.
A spot of red formed on his face as he checked out the flattering figure of the Andromeda Tonks, still in awe of the vision that the crazy auror provided to him just a few hours earlier.
Harry looked away before he unintentionally lifted the table with his clothed anaconda and judging by the way it rose rapidly, that wouldn't even be an exaggeration.
His eyes unfortunately landed on the pink-haired auror who it seemed was relishing the tub of cranberry ice cream that Mrs. Tonks had prepared for dessert. Harry flushed angrily, the embarrassment at the hand of the devious metamorphous—metamorpher, or whatever she called herself, coming to the forefront of his mind.
Bile rose in his throat. Even the sweet, chilled ice cream tasted like sawdust to the disgusted wizard. And why shouldn't it? Just remembering the scene of the belly fat of Mr. Tonks swirling and shifting underneath the skin and forming the udders of the pink-haired woman disgusted him to the end.
No wonder his shaft refused to get up after witnessing the scene.
No matter how beautiful the end product was after transformation, the pink-haired auror's supernatural beauty would always be juxtaposed with the lecherous gaze of her fat old man. In her base form, at least.
Harry looked into his lap and the tent that was forming inside his trouser seemed to have lost its wind at his current thought.
He finally seemed to have found a memory disgusting enough that he could control his erections at will from there on. Hopefully, it would continue to be effective in the future.
Harry hurled some expletives internally at the silent auror for ruining his appetite for pink-haired women for the foreseeable future, especially the auror herself, whom Harry could objectively appreciate as one of the most beautiful woman he had ever come across. And with that otherworldly magical talent…
Fun in the bed… indeed.
Thankfully, her other form roused Harry Jr. from its slumber faster than its previous records, making it hone toward Andromeda Tonks' voluptuous form like a Niffler lounging for a goldmine. Or he would have lodged a complaint with her department for forever scaring his trouser snake into hiding.
"Maybe inform me before visiting, dear?" Andromeda Tonks' strained smile seemed odd with her generally composed disposition. "So I could cook your favorites…"
"I just came here to raid your fridge… and then got sidetracked by Harry's presence upstairs." Harry turned his head sideways as the young woman pointed in his direction. "But why did you come home early, anyway?" Nymphadora Tonks quickly backpedaled at her mother's narrowed eyes. "It's just very unusual for you…"
"I wasn't aware that I have to justify my work hours to my daughter, who likes to avoid visiting her parents for one reason or another," Andromeda said, the smile on her face almost daring her daughter to continue digging her own grave.
"All right! Jeez… Don't chew my head, woman." Nymphadora raised her hands, smiling uneasily at her mother's glower. "I was just curious… And sorry for not visiting. Very busy at the department, you see."
Harry Potter watched the exchange between mother and daughter, enthralled by the way the auror who was so intimidating to him a few hours ago seemed like a harmless kitten facing Mrs. Tonks' dominating presence.
"Do you want me to pack the leftovers for you, Dora? Andromeda asked, finished with her dinner.
Nymphadora Tonks, who was busy licking the silver spoon after cleaning every single morsel from her plate, stopped at her mother's query.
"Mom… you see… umm… can I shift here for the next couple of days?" Andromeda's brows furrowed, staring at her daughter's shifty expression. "My apartment's plumbing is shot so—"
Nymphadora Tonks averted her eyes from her mother's hawk-like stare, hair turning yellow for a fraction before reverting to hot pink, unknown to her.
"Hmm! Why didn't you say so for this long, then?" Andromeda asked, eyes widening slightly as her daughter glanced at their house guest stealthily.
Oh!
"No matter. You are always welcome in our abode, Dora. Never doubt that." Andromeda sighed, eyes searching for her daughter's movements.
A bright smile bloomed on the young woman's face. Nymphadora Tonks jumped from her seat, her smile turning to a wide grin. "Thanks, Mum! Let me just pack my clothes and I will be back in an hour."
And without even waiting for her mother's response, the pink-haired auror dashed out of the kitchen, almost hopping like a bunny across the floor.
Andromeda Tonks stared at her daughter's back, eyes narrowed, gears turning in her head. She tried to remember the last time she had seen her so enthusiastic about anything. Hmm… quite suspicious…
With a wave of her wand, the busty brunette summoned a traveling cloak from her room, pushing herself up from the seat as well.
"Uhm…" Harry looked down at his half-finished plate, too busy watching the others, to eat himself.
"Take your time, love." Andromeda gave the young man a large smile, "And don't wait up for me. I have to meet with someone."
And with a wave and a whispered good night Andromeda Tonks also departed from the house, leaving a befuddled young man on his lonesome.
The tick-tick of the mechanical clock on his bedside table thumped his ears like the drums of war, with each passing minute pushing him toward his impending fate. Into the future unknown. Into the possibilities endless.
A silent war raged in his heart. The timid little boy who had hidden behind bookshelves and empty classrooms to evade his classmates out of insecurity battled furiously with his new improved, confident self, showing more courage in his mind than it ever had shown in the real world.
His trussed-up, vulnerable form, writhing underneath the dominating auror turned back the sand of time, to the not-so-distant past. The Harry Potter who had left the ultra-curvy Weasley matriarch drooling inside the Weasley bathroom in his first ever sexual encounter; left the sensual and otherworldly gorgeous Narcissa Malfoy insensate inside the ballroom of the bigoted families manor in the presence of all the bigoted assholes themselves, fled at the first sign of provocation from a person of authority. The new resolution forged through the daring intake of an experimental potion snuffed out before even properly settling in his psyche—murdered by the demanding hands and the forceful magic of the pink-haired auror.
The blood that would usually flow into his nether regions defied gravity after a long time, rushing inside the veins in his head, spreading a heady rush of purpose to the previous wallflower of a boy.
He wouldn't sit in his given room and wait for the pink-haired tormentor to tie him up and have her with him.
He wouldn't be controlled like that again. Never again. Nor would he let the humiliation go unavenged.
Harry Potter, pacing inside his bedroom in his boxers, nodded his head. A furious determination settled inside the wizard's mind. Ignoring the loud beats of his heart, Harry stalked out of his room, hands balling into fists. The small hand of the clock crawling past figure one didn't phase the determined boy.
It's better to attack an enemy in their territory than invite their army to your own.
The darkness of the corridor stopped him in his tracks. Harry breathed a sigh of relief; the closed master bedroom a few doors ahead let him know that the biggest obstacle to his plan—the eldest Black sister must be asleep in her room.
Yeah! He has no intention of verifying why the world's most decorated duelist Bellatrix Black usually breaks into a cold sweat at her elder sister's name.
That thought actually gave him a pause…
That's her daughter he was thinking about taking revenge on.
Harry stared back at the comfortable mattress of his bedroom, a sliver of doubt forming about the stupidity of confronting a fully-fledged auror, who is also a Black family member to boot.
Well, half-Black. But still…
But a fierce recklessness had gripped the Potter heir. All the testosterone that had built up in his body due to his mother's untimely punishment blocked every one of his rational thoughts, turning him into an animal with only the base desires to focus on. Of revenge. Of trampled pride and maybe something else too… Something as primal as the time immemorial.
The young wizard tiptoed to the entrance of the corridor, not having any idea about where the crazy woman had put her camp in.
He was thinking about searching every nook of the house manually when the small light emanating from the ground floor alerted him about someone's presence.
He couldn't be that lucky, could he?
Heart thudding in anticipation of ambushing the pink-haired menace, Harry slowly descended the staircases, shuffling ahead in the light's direction which came from the kitchen. The young wizard finally sneaked into the kitchen and looked around.
A bright little candle above the sturdy wooden table aside, the silvery moonlight streaming from the vast windows illuminated the beautifully decorated hall—and there staring out of the window vacantly, stood Mrs Tonks, a black nighty covering the frame that he had the fortune of viewing that day.
Wait, what?
Harry did a double take and quickly took back his presumption about the woman's identity as he was sure the classy and gorgeous eldest daughter of the Black family would not hug a huge tub of ice cream to her bosom. Neither would she lick a clean silver spoon so much that the outer layer of the metal could peel off, with white cream smeared around her lips, reminding him of her youngest sister after he had painted her face with...
That kind of uncouthness certainly didn't fit the matriarch of the Tonks family that he had become aware of.
His eyes widened remembering the scene from his dinner. A woman showing similar table manners floated to the forefront of his mind.
A woman with a talent for impersonating other people at her will.
The woman whose actions had been tormenting him throughout the evening and night.
The woman whom he was in search of…
Harry Potter still just in his boxers stalked silently toward the woman from behind, gritting his teeth so much that for a moment he almost feared that the sound would alert the absentminded woman.
"Gathering energy for your perversions, Tonks?"
Such a beautiful night…
Andromeda Tonks scooped the few drops of cream that had drooped inside her nighty's cleavage with her fingers before putting them inside her mouth, moaning as the combination of sweetness and tartness exploded into her taste buds.
The scantily dressed woman flushed slightly, glad that she could partake in one of her guilty pleasures without the judgmental eyes of society.
Nymphadora might think herself smart, raiding her fridge without prior notice to do away with her extra desserts and foods but the foolish girl had no idea that she has her own private stash, warded so much that even goblins would have died in envy by her overzealous protection's might. So even if everyone saw the tub of ice cream being squeaky clean after her daughter's energetic consumption, she had prepared a second one, hidden aside for her leisurely enjoyment.
She scooped a heaping dollop with her spoon, salivating as the coldness greeted her lips and tongues, eyes closed in bliss. Unfortunately, even her blissed-out mind couldn't completely overlook the absolute disaster that her daughter's surprise visit had turned her plans into regarding her house guest.
She didn't have to be a genius to figure out Dora had come across Lily's son in a certain state that had prompted her daughter's sudden interest in shifting back to her birth house. As if her stupid excuse of faulty plumbing really made sense…
She could have done without the new variable in her plan for the young wizard's seduction. Especially her willful daughter, with her penchant for troublemaking and certain talent. She flushed, remembering her embarrassing fall—tripped by her daughter's stupid auror robes, no less. Thankfully, her superficial injuries healed with a wave of her wand, along with the table that she had crushed with her sudden fall. The only things that took a hit were her pride and her plan to ambush Harry Potter amid his wrongdoings with a piece of incriminating evidence.
She licked the back of her spoon vigorously, mind churning, eyes vacant, and searched for another plan. A surefire way to turn the next week of her voluntary leave into the best time of her life and that could only happen if she could somehow get access to some prime Potter meat asap. Her daughter's impending interference didn't even register in her mind.
She snorted through her mouthful.
Yeah! She could deal with her amateurish daughter even in her sleep. And most probably Dora wouldn't even be a nuisance by the steps that she had already taken.
Now coming back to Harry…
Maybe she was thinking about things too much. Maybe she didn't need her usual elaborate and meticulous planning to hook an eighteen-year-old boy to her body. She doubted that Lily's son could retain his upper head's function if she just flashed her naked body in his direction. Not that she needed him to use his head that much. His lower head would be enough for her satisfaction.
Maybe if she just barged into his bedroom and tie him like a Thanksgiving turkey and strip him off his clothes and climb on his lap, rubbing herself all over his youthful body, impaling herself on that fleshy mammoth…
Maybe that's what she ought to do…
Fuck the waiting! Momma's thirsty cunt needs a filthy young boy cock right now —
"Gathering energy for your perversions, Tonks?"
Andromeda Tonks nearly had a heart attack at the sudden male voice interrupting her mental monologue. She whirled around in alarm, eyes widening as Lily's son stood just by the side of the dinner table, an unprecedented sneer marring his good looks.
The eldest Black sister wondered if the half-naked young man was actually present in front of her or if her desperately horny mind was playing tricks on her with the young man that she had become smitten so quickly.
She might have gaped there for a long time at her hallucination, but the wizard's next sentence proved that her sleep-addled mind hadn't conjured the wizard from her fantasy.
"What? Thought I would be sitting in my room like a good little boy, waiting for you to tie me up again?" Harry Potter sneered at the busty brunette. The continued stupidly surprised look only confirmed that he had hit the nails regarding the transformed auror's intentions.
"What… how?" Andromeda focused inside her mind, wondering if the Potter heir was reading her mind somehow. No… Her occlumency shield remained as strong as ever…
Then how the hell did the boy get inside her head?
Harry strode across angrily, blood thundering in his ears. His confidence rose; the stupefied visage of the dominating auror only encouraged the young man to keep hitting the hammer when the iron was hot or in this case until the auror was unsettled.
Lily Potter and Anastasia Greengrass certainly wouldn't have declared him completely healthy if they could see his current fuming form, emerald eyes showing signs of long-repressed madness induced by forced celibacy.
Andromeda stumbled back a few steps, the half-naked Potter's sudden aggressiveness scrambling her brain for any retort. Though her effort was in vain, as the boy yanked the spoon and tub out of her hands and chucked it aside; their nose almost touching, breath mingling together—a pair of flummoxed smoky violet met the burning emerald.
Andromeda gulped. Even the few inches of the height advantage on her side turned inadequate as the angry wizard's sheer presence cowed down her indomitable will—nipples tightening, eyes widening, breath quickening, body priming for mating just by the amount of magic radiating from the wizard.
"You like ice cream? Huh? Don't worry, I will feed you all the cream you will ever want."
"Harry? What the hell you are on—"
"Shut up! You degenerate whore!" Harry took hold of the neck of the panicked woman. "I will get even for all that you have put me through."
Andromeda Tonks gasped in anger at the audacity of the wizard. How dare he name-call her so, when she had cursed people for even smaller infractions? She admitted; she might not have been the most gracious host to the boy, but to humiliate her like this…
She wanted to curse and bitch at the boy, her earlier scrambled emotions slowly picking up anger, but before that volcano could erupt in its glory, Harry Potter, the boy she had thought of as a nervous teenager, dragged her head towards him and planted his wet, slightly chapped lips directly at her moist, ice-cream covered ones.
"Mmmphh…."
She wasn't sure whether she made the sound of protest for the young man taking liberties with her body or to encourage him to get even rougher in his treatments. His hands, which were at her throat and back, crept inside her loose black nighty, hungry palms mauling the tasteful amount of fat that layered over her fit body.
Well, he certainly took my moan as an invitation…
That was further proved when the boy lapped at her lips and the surrounding area with his tongue, collecting the messy aftermaths of her nightly snacking. His roaming hands found her ass from behind and he immediately started worshiping them—hefting them, juggling them, squeezing them; Harry Potter mauled the enormous backside of the busty brunette to his heart's content.
Harry drew back his lips, still hugging the woman's body tightly to his boxer-covered physique, hands still active.
"That's the only thing your bloodline is good for, isn't it? To make your body a perfect little fucktoy!"
Now that seriously ticked off the eldest Black sister. Her body was the perfect combination of the Black selective breeding combined with the diet that she had maintained throughout her life with a healthy lifestyle. So what if she pigged regularly on unhealthy sweets and desserts? Nobody could deny that all the fat from that had gone to waste. But to relegate all her life's sacrifice by just honing into her family alone…
This brat needs a lesson on talking with his betters.
She was thinking about the just punishment for his grave insult when the young wizard squeezed her body even tighter to his torso and then he kissed her. Again. Andromeda felt her toes curl with the strength of his kiss—his angry tongue brushed against her tongue and inner cheeks, swiping and licking at every single spot, drawing loud moans from her mouth, and she finally melted in his embrace. Reciprocated the madness that the Potter heir dragged herself into, let herself be swept away by the wave of arousal.
Wasn't she planning to seduce the young wizard by any means necessary?
'But she was supposed to be in charge…' whined a smaller, petulant part of her mind, not thrilled at the control that the young boy had established in their encounter.
"Fuck that!' An even bigger part of her mind crushed her petulant half, which was fed up with the initiative she had to take in every one of her encounters with her pathetic husband.
Now that a real man was finally taking charge of her body, just according to the natural order; a giddy and salivating Andromeda Tonks finally fully submerged herself into the ocean of sin. She let a man take control of her body for the first time which her husband was unable to, like in ever.
Andromeda opened her lips with a groan on the verge of challenging the wizard's tongue when Harry hastily drew apart and breathed. "It's like eating a mouthful of ice cream. And I have to finish everything before it melts."
This time, Andromeda was the instigator of their smooch, moaning and gasping into his mouth as his tongue seemed to map every inch of her tonsils, bulling the small protrusion with the tip of his tongue. His hands were groping all around her back and sides, feeling up her tight stomach, pushing up the flimsy nighty roughly with his firm hands, tearing the garment to get his hands on those mammoth pair of hefty bosoms.
Eventually, they drew apart again due to lack of oxygen. Harry took hold of the curly locks of the panting woman and forced her on her knees, her fingers dragging down his body, scraping his lightly muscled chest and abs. Her impressed wandering hands stuck on the elastic of his boxer shorts, which she pulled down with a swift jerk; and moved her head to the side as something monstrous sprang up at her.
"Merlin's saggy nutsack!" Andromeda said, tilting her mesmerized face at his rock-hard erection. It practically filled her vision, and she was just looking at the girthy base. She tried to turn her head around to find the end of the enormous shaft, but it just went on and on, like a thick, never-ending massive club. "What the fuck? It looks even bigger up close!"
Harry chuckled darkly. "Never seen a real penis before, slut?
Harry took hold of the voluminous locks of the woman, forcing Andromeda to waddle back on her knees, keeping her hands on Harry's legs for support. And then she came face to face with the largest, meatiest, and grandest looking cockhead she had ever seen. Not that she had seen too many, mind you. Just a few in her Hogwarts days before settling with Ted's and finally the one a few years ago with the squib… She would rather not remember that incident.
No young teenage cock could even hold a candle against the behemoth that glared at her. The small recollections of more than two decades prior didn't fade in her mind completely, so she could assert with absolute certainty that those clumsy fumblings of her in her late teens weren't against anything even half as big as this. And her young love aside, the main reason she had eloped with Ted was because of his gullible Hufflepuff nature, not because he could punch her womb with his cock's thrust. Even the red, disgusting thing she saw a few years ago seemed like a baby's pinky now that she had set sights on something truly masculine. And stared she did at the specimen in front of her. Or rather gaped.
A massive straight shaft flowering from the wizard's groin, getting even fatter from the upper half before meeting with a mushroom head that seemed more like the head of a huge hammer than a human cockhead. A fleshy, round, angry hammerhead, mean enough to forever alter the terrain inside a woman's pussy canal. And the less she thought about the veins and ridges, the better. Those pinky-sized veins looked primed to scrape against her every sensitive point. For a second she had the horrible suspicion that the boy had some blood relation with the Hogwarts groundkeeper before ruthlessly crushing that thought in its infancy, unknowingly mirroring her youngest sister's thought. She shouldn't accuse her friend of adultery just because her son's dick could make a giantess swoon. For all she knew, James Potter could have been this big too… And he looked exactly like James also…
Andromeda hoped for her sanity that senior Potter also wasn't sporting something similar or she would have to acquire a time-turner somehow and kick her past self for missing two decades' worth of dicking. Hell, even her family would have approved her union with little James, however grudgingly.
A solid whack to her cheek dragged her attention to the angry beast, reminding her that she should focus on her future than the dull past.
Did he just slap me with his dick?
Andromeda couldn't tell if she was intimidated or aroused out of her mind by the effortless domination of the young wizard. A bit of both, maybe. With shaking hands, she cupped the huge orange-sized testes—in her palms, pushing the dangling balls up, gulping down her saliva as the monstrosity so odd with the frame of the young wizard, waved like a snake just under her eye line as if daring her to tame it.
"Harry," she panted, eyes wide in wonder. "I'm… not sure if I can—"
Harry Potter glared at the tentative woman, "I am sure a slut like you can handle my cock. It's what you wanted, didn't you?" And he twisted his hips and laid another smack on the cheek of the gasping woman, toying her with his breeding club. "Use your special skill, the one unique to you."
Andromeda gasped mentally. Double-checking her occlumency shield again for any cracks. The brunette was flummoxed to notice them completely unbreached. But how could Lily's son know, then?
Only Ted, her husband, knew the absence of her gag reflex, having been on the receiving end of her special talent multiple times in the past. But to broadcast this knowledge so nonchalantly…
How many secrets about her does this boy know of?
Without a way to escape, Andromeda tentatively reached a tongue out and lapped at the glaring head of the beast, especially at the large leaking pisshole. And moaned loudly at the taste of his pre. "So smelly, so nasty, so disgustingly tasty…" she murmured. She heard Harry chuckle, but she was being perfectly serious–he tasted… she couldn't quite place his taste with her previous experiences. But if she had to describe it — it's like dipping her tongue into pure honey, secreted by the most masculine creature ever. With its overpowering musky, creamy-thick, and otherworldly nasty texture lighting her every tastebud like bright fireworks.
And Andromeda shamelessly started licking away at his massive head, slathering it with her saliva, giving it a proper tongue bath. She slobbered over the mushroom head, then lapped across it, poking the dilated wide hole with the end of her tongue as if wanting to lick even his inside.
Harry barely stopped his moans at her dick worship and, judging by the impish smile that the woman sported with her lips around his lower head, was entirely unsuccessful at evading the woman's notice.
The Black sister opened her mouth in a wide 'O' before slowly forcing herself into taking the first few inches of the behemoth, lips stretched, eyes wide, with a few droplets of tears forming at the corner of her eyelids. She let out a teary "mmmmf" sound as she tried to push her tongue underneath his shaft, lashing at the juncture of the bell-end meeting with the shaft proper. Harry groaned, loudly. She was gurgling around his cock now. After a few seconds of choking herself down, she pulled off with a breathy gasp.
"I can't feel my lips!" Andromeda said, hands slowly kneading the lower half of the cock, palms encircled around the thickness.
And then she went down again. Only this time, she didn't pull off after the first few inches; moving up and down, drooling over the part of his cock that her throat pussy could take inside. Her hands rubbed back and forth in rhythm with her head. As she moved down a couple more inches, choking on his cock, her hands moved up away from his balls' end, and when she moved back up, drooling all along, towards his cockhead, her hands jerked down, almost slapping his dangling bits.
Harry's hands bunched around the swinging tresses of the choking woman as she tried to use the absence of her gag reflex and stuff herself fully with the superior Potter cock.
"MMMF… MMFFF… MMMFFFFF!"
Harry's eyebrows rose as the woman seemed to really get into the act, eyes rolling in their socket, the blissful expression slowly spreading across her face as if gulping down the young wizard's precum was her heart's greatest desire and she could finally fulfill them. Her hands also sped up, flying across the lower half of his cock faster than ever before.
But even after minutes of her full-hearted efforts, Andromeda Tonks simply couldn't conquer the entirety of his beast, choking herself at the halfway mark.
Harry couldn't help but feel disappointed at that. He, in his misunderstanding, was sure that her shape-shifting talent would enable her to take the entire length of his dick and for the first time in his life, he would get a proper blowjob. A blowjob that would wet every single inch of his cock. A blowjob that would cover his entire length in a woman's throat slime. But Alas…
Glaring at the futilely struggling woman, Harry Potter pulled the kiddies' gloves off. Finally.
The Potter heir took hold of her unruly curls in her two hands, like handles. Before dragging her mouth backward, her tongue underneath his cock vibrated at his sudden force. Andromeda's distended lips finally detached from the bell-end of his shaft, a rush of cold air hitting the saliva-coated shaft of Harry. The small respite and the unclogging of her windpipe hardly deterred Andromeda, who was about to stuff herself again with his mighty penis when Harry stalled her movement with his grip on her hair. A wince escaped her lips at the pulling sensation on her scalp which she ignored, whining like a needy bitch to get back at her dick-worshiping.
"Fucking useless! What's the use of your talent if you can't even take a man's dick inside that whore mouth?" Harry twisted his hips this way and that, swinging his bitchbreaker and giving loud wet slaps on the woman's both cheeks, smearing her own saliva all over the lily-white skin along with his smelly cum. "Let me show you how it's done."
Saying this, Harry shuffled backward, dragging the woman on her knees like a dog to the dining table a few meters behind him. Andromeda Tonks, reluctant to let go of his cock, crept forward, face flushing at the humiliation that had befallen her, but her tongue still lashed out at the meaty club that swung around all over the place, drooling for the taste of his musk again. Just as Harry drew alongside the dining table, He bent down, lifted her, and pushed her onto the table, his anger and the overdose of adrenaline enabling him to manhandle a healthy, curvaceous woman without breaking a sweat. Then, he grabbed her hips and spun her in place with her meaty ass as the fulcrum so that her legs were facing away from him while her head was right in front of him, only upside down. Grinning at the shocked woman, Harry grabbed her arms and pulled her forward so that her head was past the surface of the table while the rest of her body was lying on it.
"How dare you treat me this way, Harry Potter?" Andromeda said, finally growing a spine of defiance at the humiliating manhandling. Unfortunately for her, the time for her protests had sailed a long time ago.
Rather than entertaining the upside-down, sprawled woman's vehemence with a reply, Harry lifted his cock and slapped it right on top of Andromeda's gorgeous face. His balls smacked right on her forehead and the shaft lay across her entire face, with his cockhead extending well past her chin, tickling her collarbone.
"My word!" Andromeda squealed. "It's blocking my entire vision."
"This is just the start, woman," Harry said as he rolled his meat all over her face, covering her face with her spit that was lathered on his cock. "It will block many things in your body."
She moaned and extended her tongue out without much fuss, trying to lick as much of his shaft as she could reach as he rolled his meat all over the place. As if someone had just shoved a stick of her favorite popsicle over her mouth.
"You are very fond of the stolen Ice-cream, aren't you?" Harry saw the upturned tub of the desert just lying beside his standing form, with more than half of the content spilled on the floor. "Let's give you a proper reason to take my whole dick into your fucking gob."
"No! I made them myself." Harry ignored the lying woman's moaning, bending down and picking the tab in his hand. With a smirk, the Potter heir scooped a large handful of the ice-cold white cream and lathered them over his entire dick, wincing slightly as the crystals of ice bit into his sensitive skin.
"What… what are you doing?"
Harry ignored Andromeda's stutter and pushed her face down so that it was upside down and hanging off the table with her neck bending backward.
"Nothing, my incompetent slut. Just preparing to feed you."
"No! please wai—Oommph!"
Harry stuffed his cock down her trap in a single thrust, groaning loudly as the coolness over his dick directly clashed with the heat of the woman's mouth. Unfortunately for Andromeda, the sudden insertion of more than half of the behemoth spelled her immediate doom. Andromeda Tonks started choking on the thickness, her favorite taste offsetting the uncomfortable feeling of her clogged airways. She grabbed the shaft with both of her hands and started jacking him off in a hurry, wanting the hung wizard to finish quickly so her throat could get a respite.
Harry put his hands behind his back, more than happy to let the busty woman stimulate him all by herself.
Upside down, with her head hanging off the dining table, Andromeda's full array of oral skills came into effect. The malleable membrane of her throat opened wide at the thick intrusion, welcoming the gigantic cock with its wet kisses and snug embrace. Harry groaned loudly at the incredible feeling in her throat. More than two-thirds of his dick pistoned inside the stacked woman's throat. Even though she was gagging and retching horribly, with tears streaming from her eyes, Andromeda Tonks futilely tried to force the last quarter of his dick inside her choking self. The kitchen filled with the wet, wretched sound of the woman's effort.
Harry Potter was impressed despite himself. Even though the woman was unable to complete her task of deepthroating him entirely, he had to admit that was the most filthy and pleasurable blowjob he had ever experienced. Miles ahead of his other two experiences.
Harry enjoyed her continuous struggles for a couple of minutes before sighing tiredly.
This is getting boring.
"Fucking Tonks! At least you aren't a complete failure at this." Harry moaned at her increased effort. "Still not good enough to earn my special dessert."
And Harry yanked his messy dick out, the layer of cream completely gone, replaced by the saliva and the throat slime of the coughing woman.
Harry rotated the panting, hacking woman on her hips again so that she faced him the right way with her legs on either side of his hips.
Harry slapped his meat stick directly on the cuntlips of the woman, smiling wickedly.
"Let's see what your cunthole makes of my dick."
A sweaty and drenched Andromeda Tonks was now looking straight at his cock as it hovered right over her abdomen, the black nighty in tatters, covering the tiny portion of her belly, with her huge tits bared in the low light of the kitchen. There was a fair bit of trepidation and arousal on her blotchy and dazed face.
Harry pulled her closer and swung her right leg over his shoulder; he pushed her other leg onto the table by her thigh. Her right foot now lay right beside his ear and her left leg rested right along the edge of the table so that her wet cunt was gaping at him.
Harry almost salivated at the vision of the brunette's flushed red pussy lips. He was too distressed to enjoy the absolute beauty of the pink petals during his afternoon encounter but now without any distraction the plump peachy lips looked delicious enough to snack on. He might have even done that if the woman writhing in his grip was the original black sister but to lick a chameleon slut's pussy while she was impersonating someone else to get her rocks off rankled her desire to munch on that delicious cunt. Harry wondered if the original woman also keeps herself completely hairless down there. Surely the smooth, soft milky white skin without any wrinkles and spots could only be possible because of the imposter's vanity. His eyes fell on the tiny vibrating clitoris, a few shades darker than the skin surrounding it. The beautiful quim, hydrated itself viciously, soaking the petals and the surrounding skin with thick lubrication for the impending penetration it was going to face.
The level of wetness that the pussy churned in front of his eyes intrigued Harry a lot. The amount was seriously eye-opening.
No doubt the auror slut is really enjoying her treatment.
Finished with his appreciation of Mrs. Tonks' female anatomy Harry angled his cock and pushed at her lips, parting them with the tip of his spit and cream-soaked Mushroomhead. The brunette's pussy writhed and squirmed, eagerly anticipating the monumental splitting it was about to receive. Just a few inches and she moaned and Harry pressed his advantage, pushing his cockhead right into her tight cunt with a hefty shove.
Andromeda Tonks' violet eyes widened, mouth opening before she let out an eardrum-bursting scream. "Ooooohhhh….. Fuccckkkkk!"
Harry cursed mentally, even with the haze of the overwhelming pleasure, the fear of getting caught by the sleeping proprietor of the house stalled his heart.
Spanning his eyes around, his gaze fell on the discarded boxers just a few feet away from his position. With supreme effort, Harry withdrew his dick from the woman's cunt, before crossing the distance and picking up his undergarment, and returning to his position in the blink of an eye.
"No! Put that back…"
And Harry did just that. With a shove the young wizard filled the momentary absence of his dick inside the woman's cunthole, gritting his teeth as the same heat engulfed him again. Her pussy renewed its shuddering as it coiled and uncoiled around Harry's head, apparently milking it to its heart's content as he pushed even further in. Inch by inch, her cunt walls gradually parted as his cock punched further and further into her wet tunnel – her pussy was gushing juices now and Andromeda twitched every so often as Harry slipped further and further in.
And when three-quarters of his cock was buried in her wet onahole, Harry slammed in with all his strength, spearing the last quarter in and bashing right into her bony cervix. Andromeda screamed again through gritted teeth. "HNNNNNGGGGGGG!"
And this time he was ready for the inevitable. Harry Potter pushed his used, smelly undergarment inside the wide-open screaming mouth of the busty woman, damping the effects of her healthy lungs and vocal cords.
"How does it feel Tonks? To munch on my old, smelly dickcheese directly from my boxers?"
And ignoring the woman's aroused glare Harry held her left leg in place against the table as he pulled out until only his head remained buried in her vagina and slammed right back inside. And then started repeating the motion until a stream of screams poured out of the woman, blocked by his improvised piece of revenge. Her pussy walls fluttered and contracted right around his penis as he slammed in and out like a maniac– she seemed to be having a never-ending series of orgasmic seizures, that seemed to taper out with his force of thrusts and roared back again for the next cycle.
"Mmmphh!" Andromeda groaned from behind her gag as a monumental orgasm rocked her body as he pounded her over the table with increasing ferocity, hips becoming a blur of motion.
The brunette's eyes rolled back inside their socked, head thrashing around, like a torture curse victim as he pounded another savage thrust, pushing her forward a foot over the table. The feeling of his helmet bullying the bony cervix of the woman felt lovely in the wizard's mind. A sensation that he searched for repeatedly with his series of brutal thrusts. Harry's thrusts churned the dribbling pussy fiercely, flinging her lathered juices during his thrust's retraction.
A puddle of mixed bodily fluid accumulated below the rutting pair, tainting the dining table with their debauchery forever.
But the horny, backed-up wizard was far from done.
Harry Potter pushed the gagged woman to the middle of the table and jumped over the table himself before turning the woman on her side, facing the sprawling windows, illuminated by the silvery moonlight.
Lying behind her shaking half, Harry took hold of her thigh and lifted it above before pointing his angry, twitching cock at her undulating pussy lips and then…
A loud groan rang in his ears as the woman just beside his head let out a keening scream, the entirety of his monster cock finally sheathed inside the spasming, vibrating cuntlips, mind awash with the pleasure of completely entering into a mature woman's pussy again after so long…
Andromeda Tonks, completely out of her mind, twisted her head back and started to lick the young wizard's face, her tongue searching for the thick dominating muscle resting inside the young Potter.
Unfortunately for her Harry was in no mood to co-operate. Instead, he took hold of her slim hips with his hands, pushing his legs under her raised thigh to not lose his access to her cunt. And really went to town on the mature pussy.
A furious sound of clapping rang throughout the house, with his dick pistoning with unprecedented speed inside the juicy, spasming hole, driving the insensate woman up the walls in too much pleasure.
The squeezing of her partner's pussy after so long a gap between his last encounter finally pushed Harry toward his edge. Hips faltering in his thrusts Harry groaned out,
"Slut, are you on potions?" His voice hitched, the pussy canal of the woman squeezing him tightly at his query.
Andromeda heard the echo of Lily's son's voice from far away, mixed with the cacophony of her flesh hitting against his and the loud ringing that had started after she had her first orgasm. But even then, the question raced her heart immensely, the thought of getting pregnant by such a stud sprinkled afresh dose of arousal over her whole being.
"Too late! You fucking whore! I am about to nut!"
Andromeda could only let out a tired groan, anticipating her dry womb getting filled by the extra virile Potter seeds. How she wished she wasn't on potions, then she could—
"I hope you aren't on potion so that your mother knows what kind of slut her daughter really is."
What? How exactly her mother would know about her promiscuousness considering she was dead for more than decades.
She was about to spit out the dirty gag from her mouth and ask about the matter at large when a deluge of ultra-thick and boiling hot jizz flooded her pussy, getting injected directly into her womb, from that spurting, spasming pillar of monstrous proportion.
Andromeda Tonks' head thumped on the table, Harry's orgasm inviting an even bigger one from herself.
'Tomorrow. I will ask tomorrow.'
A softly whistling young wizard climbed down the staircases. The sweet songs of the early risen birds resonated inside his mind, and a wide smile bloomed on his face as all the frustration and anger coiled tightly around him seemed to have purged from his body by the vigorous activities of late night. The immense weight that was pressing against his soul had turned featherlight, but that increase in clarity had, unfortunately, given birth to a new emotion. Guilt…
Well, not enough to regret his decision, but enough to apologize for his rough actions.
His next meeting with the auror would certainly be very awkward.
Hopefully, her mother wouldn't be present for that conversation.
Harry sniffed around at the entrance of the kitchen—the smell of emulsified fat reminded him of the healthy appetite that his action had given birth to.
But an insistent thumping on the closed window dragged his attention from his journey to fill his stomach.
"Harry, dear… is that you?" Andromeda Tonks called out from her cooking station, too busy in her craft to turn around.
"Good morning, Mrs. Tonks. And yes, it's me." Harry chirped, not hiding his good mood from the woman.
"Good morning to you as well, dear. Can you please check why that bird is creating such a ruckus now? I can't leave from here."
"Sure, Mrs. Tonks."
Harry Potter unlatched the large window and plucked the slight note that was tied to an irate-looking barn owl, which zoomed out of the windowsill the moment its burden was freed.
Even though he had no intention of peeking into the content of the letter but curiosity was a sin that he had very little control over, so he glanced at the lines written on the page for just a second. And stared. The messy chicken scrawls of the small letter stopped him dead in his tracks, a choked gasp escaping his lips.
Mom,
You won't believe that Madam Bones recalled me for a reconnaissance mission just as I was preparing to leave for your place. Can you believe that woman? I was supposed to be in the reserves, for God's sake. Not traipsing through Eastern Europe, trailing behind some common thugs. Just wait until I come back. That woman would know the consequences of overworking Auror Tonks.
I have to report immediately, so don't think that I skipped visiting you again.
See Harry and you soon.
N. Tonks
Harry stared at the sentences for at least five minutes, rooted to the same place, beside the still-open window.
If Tonks had not come back yesterday, then that would mean…
The Potter heir snapped his neck at the throat clearing that came from a few meters ahead of him. Adam's apple bobbing in dread, Harry Potter's stared at the amused visage of Andromeda Tonks. Her eyes crinkled in amusement at his nervous form.
Harry really wished that last night could be just a dream, a fantasy that his mind had played in his sleep to compensate for the rough few weeks of his past. But his eyes unwittingly stopped at Mrs. Tonk's figure clutching a tray containing a full English breakfast plate clad in an apron. Only an apron.
"Umm… where's your breakfast, ma'am?"
"Nothing for you to worry about, dear. I just have a certain craving this morning. Of a massive sausage and thick cream."
Oh! Her eyes glued to his groin made it sure from where she would like to get her morning sustenance.
Well, fuck!