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Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 19 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2020-06-10 17:06:17 +0000 UTCA/N: New Chapter~
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Thinking about it, Harry knows exactly what he wants. He knows what sort of man he is, after all… and in the end, one of the three scenarios Tonks has suggested definitely speaks to him the most out of the three options. So, the young wizard makes sure to straighten his back and square his shoulders, before looking down the bridge of his nose at Nym with a somewhat superior gaze.
“… Ms. Tonks, I have to admit, when I named you Head Girl, I did NOT intend for you to abuse the powers of your station.”
Nymphadora grins raunchily at that, nodding ever so slightly to make it clear she understands his decision. With a twirl, she transforms back into that extremely slutty Hufflepuff Uniform from before. The blouse is tied off right above her belly button, leaving her midriff exposed and showing off plenty of cleavage.
Meanwhile, her black and yellow skirt is effectively a mini skirt and shows off all of her thicc thighs and fat ass. As he’d noticed before, she’s not wearing a bra or panties, leaving her rock hard nipples visible through her blouse and her pussy lips dripping right beneath her mini skirt. Licking her lips, which are definitely plumper than before, Head Girl Nym bats her eyelashes as she steps forward, moving up to him with that same raunchy grin still on her face.
“I think we both know why you named me Head Girl, Headmaster. And it has nothing to do with my qualifications as a student, does it sir?”
And then Nym drops into a crouch, spreading her knees apart even as she bends her legs. Placing herself eye-level with his crotch, she wastes no time in reaching forward and undoing his belt. Harry doesn’t stop her, though he also doesn’t let anything show on his face. Instead, ‘Headmaster Potter’ simply watches as his naughty Head Girl frees his cock from it’s confines. A gasp of faux surprise and not so faux excitement leaves Nym’s lips as she looks upon his member for the ‘first time’.
Obviously, it’s not the first by a long shot given what they did together on the train, but it’s clear Nym is having fun getting into character at the moment.
“So big, Headmaster… mm, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this absolute beast for so long.”
Leaning forward, Nym presses her cheek into the side of his cock, rubbing up against it, positively nuzzling it as she looks up at him with mischief-filled eyes. The little minx is teasing him, and it’s obvious what she wants. She wants him to take control. With a grunt, Harry reaches down and grabs Nym by her multi-colored hair, gripping tightly and drawing a light gasp from her again as he forces her lips towards the head of his cock.
“If you’re going to act like an unrepentant slut, Ms. Tonks, then I suppose I’ll just have to treat you like one. Open up, Head Girl. Show me what use you have to me.”
“With pleasure, si-mmph!”
He doesn’t let her finish, the moment she opens her mouth to speak, he’s already beginning to push forward. There’s a flash of annoyance in Nym’s eyes, but Harry just smirks down at her. If she wants to mess around, if she wants to be a naughty little tease… well, two can play at that game. Using his firm grip on the metamorphmagus’ locks, Harry wastes no time in thrusting forward. It’s his right as Headmaster to make use of his gorgeous, sexy, barely legal Head Girl after all.
Or at least, that’s the way he sees it in this little world they’re constructing together, this roleplay that they’re doing. Harry is no stranger to roleplay by this point. Though, he wonders if Tracey would like to have fun with Headmaster Potter now that he’s apparently been promoted from Professor. A dry chuckle leaves his mouth at the thought, causing Nym to glance up at him in confusion.
He doesn’t elaborate though, merely smiling down at her enigmatically, even as he begins to force more and more of his cock into her mouth and down her throat. To Nym’s credit, she certainly earns the title of ‘Head Girl’, at least in this lewd context. Her plump lips suction down around his length and he doesn’t feel a single bit of her teeth, even as he thrusts into her warm, wet face hole again and again.
His cock is soon going down the back of her throat, but there’s no choking, no gagging. She barely even gurgles as he begins to face fuck her, before ultimately graduating to skull fucking her. What she DOES do is moan like a bitch in heat, her muffled noises of pleasure reverberating up through his length in quite the enjoyable manner, even as her throat clenches and squeezes down around his cock, practically convulsing.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she’s done, though perhaps Harry has an advantage given he’s lived with Tonks all his life and is more familiar with just how powerful a metamorphmagus can get. It’s obvious that Nym has completely reshaped her insides. It’s not just giving herself pillowy lips that would be more at home on some blonde bimbo, it’s a complete restructuring of her mouth and throat.
She’s effectively turned her oral orifice into more of a cunt than anything, though Harry imagines it still functions as a way to intake sustenance. Still, she’s getting a lot more pleasure from sucking him off then any other witch he’s ever been with, so it’s clear that she’s changed the insides of her mouth and likely her tongue as well, to be much more sensitive to this kind of thing.
It’s absurdly hot, truth be told, and as his naughty Head Girl moans louder and louder, visibly squirting pussy juices onto the floor between her legs with every orgasm she has as he fucks her face, Harry groans and speeds up again, really getting into things now. He buries Nym’s face in his crotch and holds it there for some time, but she doesn’t struggle or fight him… she doesn’t need to, he eventually realizes. She’s likely breathing through somewhere else, making it so she doesn’t need to breathe through her nose or her mouth, making it so her mouth can be the perfect receptacle for his cock and ultimately his seed.
With a low groan, Harry tilts his head back towards the ceiling and begins to cum. Head Girl Nym drinks down his load just as he expected her to, swallowing every last drop without complaint, slurping it all down quite eagerly, in fact. He’s never felt sucked dry before, not in the way Nym sucks him dry. Not that he isn’t sure he’ll be ready for Round Two soon enough, but it’s like she gets every last drop of seed from him before finally pulling back and popping off of his cock.
Looking up at him with a twinkle in her eye and a wicked curve on her pillowy lips, Nym licks them back and forth, even though there’s nothing there for her tongue to pick up.
“Did you like that, Headmaster? Did your Head Girl do good?”
She did more than good, and Harry fully intends to tell her as much… after he’s done putting her in her place. Rather than answering Nym in the moment, Harry tightens his grip on her hair and drags her to her feet, before whirling around and planting her face first on the end of her bed. She gasps and lifts her hips nice and high in response, before wiggling her bottom back and forth right before his eyes oh so enticingly.
Given the high heels she’s wearing (was that always part of her outfit and he’d just been too focused on how fucking sexy the rest of her was, or had she just shifted into those?) Nym is able to lift her ass up high enough that the black and yellow Hufflepuff mini skirt she’s wearing can’t even be bothered to try anymore. It flips up without Harry having to do a single thing, leaving Nym’s entire bubble butt, as well as her juicy wet cunt on full display, even as what was once her mini skirt acts more like a belt around her waist from that point on.
Snorting derisively, Harry doesn’t immediately move in to fuck Nym as she undoubtedly wants. Instead, he brings his hand up… and then down on his naughty Head Girl’s gorgeous pristine ass, laying a healthy spanking across her left butt cheek, much to her gasping surprise.
SMACK!
“You’ve been a naughty, naughty girl.”
SMACK!
“You’re supposed to be setting an example for younger witches.”
SMACK!
“Instead, you’re letting your lust rule you.”
SMACK!
“In the future, if my Head Girl needs cock so badly, who should she come to?”
“Y-You, Headmaster, sir!”
SMACK!
“A-Ah!”
“That’s right… now, why aren’t you counting?”
SMACK!
“O-One!”
And from there it continues. Harry makes Nym count to twenty before he stops spanking her bottom. By the time he’s done, her ass is full on red, and if Nymphadora weren’t a metamorphmagus, Harry has no doubt she’d have trouble sitting down tomorrow. Alas, he’s already made peace with the fact that nothing he does to her will have a lasting effect. At least, not physically. Mentally though, he knows for a fact he can leave a lasting impression on the gorgeous older witch.
With a grin, Harry finally moves into position behind Nym and places the head of his engorged, throbbing member against her pussy lips. With her face down on the bed and her legs spread nice and wide, Nym trembles with giddy anticipation… which is why Harry doesn’t penetrate her quite yet, instead sliding himself back and forth along her greedy, glistening quim. Eventually, his ‘Head Girl’ breaks.
“P-Please sir! Please fuck me! Fuck your naughty worthless Head Girl! Put me in my place, teach me a lesson I’ll neve-oh FUUUUUUCK!!!”
The interruption is of course him, finally thrusting into her. With a wide grin on his face, Harry grabs Nym by miniskirt-turned-belt around her waist and begins to slam into her with all his might, fucking her into the bed harder and faster by the moment. In response, Nym’s shapeshifting prowess is clearly in full effect. There’s intelligent design behind how absurdly tight her insides are as they squeeze and cling to his cock.
There’s no doubt in Harry’s mind that if she weren’t absolutely soaking wet with arousal, if she weren’t as slippery as can be, he’d be struggling to thrust in and out of her. Her cunt would be holding him in place like a vice if she had her way, but instead Nym is hopelessly horny and so damn gushing wet that she can’t stop him from pounding her insides, no matter how tight she tries to make them around his rock hard cock.
Grunting, Harry slams home into the sluttily dressed older witch again and again and again, while Nym squeals and screams her head off, orgasming over and over around his cock. Her pussy is literally exploding in juices, squirting, and spraying them all over the place, but it’s not like he’s actually the Headmaster and it’s not like this is his office or anything like that. This is Nym’s bedroom, and if she wants to make a mess of it, that’s her prerogative. If she asks really nicely, maybe he’ll help her clean up when they’re done.
Regardless, Harry the Temporary Headmaster plows his naughty Head Girl absolutely silly, until eventually Nym’s calculated, rhythmic tightening of her juicy wet cunt finally sends him right over the edge. With a loud groan, Harry thrusts forward and pushes right into what feels like Nym’s womb, directly unloading his seed deep, deep inside of the witch as he cums explosively.
It feels good, painting Nym’s insides white. It feels like he made the right choice, choosing her over the Gryffindor Chasers. Besides, a woman like Angelina… she’d more than likely be back, and maybe next time Harry wouldn’t have a good reason to stop him from accepting her and the Flying Vixens’ tantalizing offer.
For now though, he’s buried ball’s deep inside of his cousin, with Nym laying beneath him panting heavily. The Hufflepuff witch is trembling with exhaustion from the exertion… but Harry isn’t done quite yet. Delivering a stinging slap to Nym’s ass, he grins wickedly as his cock rises to attention a third time, still buried deep in her twat.
“We’re not finished here, Head Girl. Your punishment isn’t done yet. Is that understood?”
Moaning, Nym manages a slight nod as she presses her face into the edge of her bed and rolls her hips while at the same time massaging her inner walls along his length.
“Mm, yes sir… I’ve been a bad, bad girl, and I deserve every bit of punishment my Headmaster has to give me~”
Needless to say, neither of them get much sleep that night. Harry is having too much fun… and Nym is too busy playing the part of apologetic Head Girl, eager to gain her Headmaster’s approval. When all is said and done, Harry knows one thing for sure. This isn’t the last time he and Nym are going to have fun with her shapeshifting body and her shapeshifting cloak.
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Meanwhile, whether Harry wants it or not (he definitely does) the powerful young hunk of a wizard has some group sex in his future. From Gryffindor's Flying Vixens, to Professors conspiring behind his back, to familiar faces getting together, there are quite a lot of ladies who want a piece of Harry. The only question is, just which group of ladies are going to make the first move?
