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Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 18 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2020-05-13 17:04:37 +0000 UTC
At the end of the day, when it really came down to it… his decision wasn’t so much based in thinking with his second head. It was obvious that both Angelina and Nym WANTED him to think with his second head. They were clearly trying to appeal to his libido, the both of them. Angelina had brought back up this time around after what happened on the train, while Nym seemed to believe it didn’t matter.
Which… it didn’t. Because in the end, it wasn’t about who he wanted to fuck more. It was about who was more important to him. And as hot as Gryffindor’s Flying Vixens were, Harry had grown up with Nymphadora Tonks. She was family… for all that they’d fucked on the Express. Turning towards Angelina and the other two, he ignores the dark-skinned witch’s triumphant grin and Nym’s gasp, knowing their reactions will be switched in just a moment as he offers an apologetic smile and a shake of his head.
“Sorry Angelina, but if Nym says we have to talk, then we have to talk. Maybe some other time?”
Always quick to process what’s happening, Tonks is immediately at his side, wrapping herself around one of his arms as she gives her rival (since when were there rivals for his affections?) a wicked grin and a smirk.
“You heard the man, Johnson. Go on. Get.”
Angelina looks furious, though surprisingly not at him. She glares at Tonks and growls under her breath, before ultimately throwing a megawatt, white-toothed smile in Harry’s direction.
“Yeah, Harry. Some other time.”
With that, she turns on her heel and begins to walk away, and after giving him one last look over, their eyes filled with disappointment, Katie and Alicia turn and follow her. Leaving Harry alone in the hall with his older cousin. Though, as he turns to regard her, he’s a little surprised to find that he’s taller than her now. He was fairly sure he wasn’t taller then her during their train ride… huh, had a few months of Hogwarts really done that much for him?
“Mm, Harry… you’ve grown, haven’t you?”
And then he gets it, his eyes and Nym’s teasing tone finally putting two and two together as he raises an eyebrow at the grinning little minx.
“… Or maybe you’ve just shrunk.”
For any other witch, it would have been a teasing response, and even Nym clearly chose to take it that way, giggling as she pulled him along. But the truth was, while Nymphadora Tonks was still a gorgeous, matured woman, a few years his senior… she HAD shrunk. Just a few inches, nothing special, and in all fairness Harry had probably grown another half an inch to an inch since starting at Hogwarts. After all, the food was hearty, and he still had a few years left before he was done growing.
The result though made it seem like he’d had some sort of titanic growth spurt, thanks to Tonks shrinking herself down just a tad. She was still as stacked as ever, a bombshell as a result of her powers… but the shapeshifter had gone ahead and was making him feel like some big man… did she want something from him, besides the obvious?
Taking him by the hand, Nym leads him down the hall in the opposite direction of the Flying Vixens. However, the moment they round the corner, she stops and pushes him up against the wall. Harry notes that this particular stretch of corridor is rather sparse when it comes to magical paintings. There’s far more tapestries and suits of armor instead, and while the suits of armor CAN be animated, it’s not like they can speak.
Which is probably why Nym has no issue with dropping into a crouch and working open his robes as she fishes his growing member out of its confines, bringing it into the open right in front of her face. Or at least, that’s what Harry hopes is the reason Tonks waited until they’d rounded this corner. Otherwise, the older witch was just being a tad irresponsible and all but begging for them to get caught.
As it is, Harry can’t even get a word in edgewise before Nym has him in her mouth and is hollowing out her cheeks and sucking his cock down like a vacuum cleaner. Metamorphmagi are… just the best. There’s no denying it, especially given the way that Tonks is using her shapeshifting abilities to suck him off like a mad woman at the moment.
She looks patently ridiculous right now, staring up at him with wide, adoring eyes, her lips elongating just a bit, her cheeks sucking in. She slurps down the length of his cock with a tongue that’s at least a couple of inches longer than it should be, and in no time at all, Harry is fully erect and halfway down her throat.
Nym doesn’t so much as choke for even a second as she bobs up and down his length like a woman possessed. She gurgles appreciatively as she swirls her tongue around his cockhead though, and Harry groans, tossing his head back in an appreciation of his own.
“F-Fuck Nym…”
His hands fall upon her hair, gripping at her locks, and in response, the metamorphmagus grips right back. Literally, her hair intwines itself in his fingers, wrapping around and making him maintain his grip on her locks. Then, she looks up at him expectantly… and Harry growls, knowing exactly what the minx wants him to do.
Spinning them both around, it’s Harry’s turn to push his crouching, shapeshifting cousin back up against the wall. Her head hits the stone, but not too hard, and if she’s hurt by it, she certainly gives no indication. No, instead, as Harry begins to fuck her face against the wall with a sort of reckless abandon that he would never resort to with any other woman, Tonks takes it in stride and maintains her same level of enthusiasm, continuing to easily suck down the entirety of his cock as he takes charge of the blowjob and turns it into a deep-throat skull fucking in no time at all.
There’s some minor gagging, now that he’s in charge, but in the end Nym always makes sure to adjust to his thrusting, seeming more than capable of taking everything that Harry has to offer. It feels amazing, and in no time at all, he’s quite sure he’s about to blow. Looking down into her eyes, he can see that the metamorphmagus knows as well. She can tell, and judging by the way she’s looking at him, egging him on with that gaze… she wants it.
With a low growl followed by a loud groan, Harry cums. He cums, and Nym proceeds to swallow every last drop of his seed right down her gulping throat, her neck convulsing as she drinks it down without hesitation. It’s pretty fucking hot, Harry can’t deny that. As he finishes, he gently pulls back, his hands sliding out of her hair as the grip her locks have on his fingers relaxes. He rests his palms against the stone wall above Nym’s head, looking down at her with a chuckle.
“Merlin be damned Nym… what AM I going to do with you?”
Grinning, her elongated tongue sneaking out for a second to lick salaciously at her lips, Nym slides up the wall until she’s standing once more, though she’s still just a few inches shorter than him, looking up at him like the little minx she is as her eyes twinkle with mischief.
“Do I need to be punished, Lord Potter? Have I been a bad, bad girl?”
Harry’s cock twitches again, still exposed and hanging out of his trousers and parted robes as it is. The movement draws Nym’s eye, and she glances down before grinning at him wickedly. Then, she reaches down there and tucks his cock away, fixing up his clothing in moments before grabbing him by the hand and dragging him along.
He doesn’t fight it, of course, allowing the older witch to pull him where she wants to pull him. In the end, they end up in the Hufflepuff Common Room, and from there, Nym takes him to her own bedroom, pulling him into her private quarters with an eagerness that Harry himself is feeling as well. If he’s being honest… he’s rock hard right now, his erection back in full force by the time they’re alone.
Nymphadora whirls about, letting go of his hand and taking a few steps back as her eyes keep right on twinkling. Then, she begins to strip. Harry can only watch, mouth paradoxically dry and watering at the same time as his sexy as fuck shape shifter of a cousin gets naked right before his eyes. Pulling off her robes first, Nym reveals the Hogwarts School Uniform in Hufflepuff colors underneath, complete with the Hufflepuff Badger emblazoned on her left breast.
Unbuttoning her blouse reveals she’s wearing a yellow and black bra underneath, and after tossing her top to the side, she shucks off her skirt as well, exposing that her panties are also yellow and black lace. It’s a gorgeous set of lingerie, and the black stockings she has on go with it perfectly. But those are soon discarded as well, and her bra and panties come off in the same sensual, seductive way she’s stripped everything else, like she’s dancing to music only she can hear as she gives him his own private show, acting more like an erotic dancer then the Hogwarts Student she is.
Not that Harry is complaining, not when Nym is soon completely naked before him, grabbing and squeezing her own tits and moaning wantonly as she gives him a wink and a lick of her lips. However, instead of approaching him so they might continue what she started back in the corridor, Nym saunters over to her closet, the older witch throwing it open and yanking out a simple looking cloak.
Harry can only furrow his brow in confusion at first as she puts it on, confused as to why she would be covering herself back up after such an erotic and mind-blowing striptease. His hard-on twitches in bewilderment, even as she turns back to him, still grinning wickedly. And then, right before his eyes… Nym transforms.
The only thing that remains of her when she’s done is that same smug grin, the way her lips are quirked up not shifting in the slightest. But the rest of her certainly changes, as she morphs from her usual self into a sexy librarian… or perhaps Professor? And it’s not just her looks that make for that. The cloak she’s put on, it shifts with her, transforming into a tight-fitted blouse with the top three buttons undone, a pencil skirt, and some tasteful heels.
The only thing she’s missing is a pair of spectacles to properly complete the look, but to be fair, those WOULD be optional, Harry supposed. Either way, the young man finds himself staring at his shapeshifted cousin with wide-eyes, admiring every bit of her cosplay.
“Nym… where did you get that?”
Smirking, a facial expression that looks completely different on Professor Tonks then it does on Nymphadora, the witch strides forward and runs a hand down Harry’s chest, chuckling easily.
“I had it made, special order. Honestly, it’s practically a necessity for someone like me. If I’m going to be changing my looks whenever I feel like it, I need to make sure I can change my clothes too, right? Mm, do you like it?”
Rather than waiting for him to give her an answer, Nym reaches down and grabs hold of his crotch, feeling up his throbbing erection, which just a little while ago had been in her throat.
“Mm, I’d say you do… though perhaps…”
Stepping back again, Nym grins and transforms once more. This time, she looks like she’s back in her Hufflepuff Uniform, though a much sluttier, much sexier version of it. With the blouse tied off and her midriff exposed, as well as her black and yellow skirt several inches shorter than it was supposed to be, showing off her pale thighs and the bottom curve of her shapely, naked ass.
Her cloak doesn’t do underwear, Harry can tell that much. Nym’s nipples are poking through her tied off blouse, and her pussy lips are barely hidden by her too-short skirt. Placing a finger against pouty lips, the metamorphmagus bats her eyelashes at him.
“Maybe you prefer to be the Headmaster, and I’ll be your Head Girl?”
Harry’s cock twitches at that as well, and he has to admit both options are certainly appealing… but Nym isn’t done yet. A Cheshire-quality grin spreads across her face, her smile perhaps a touch too wide to be natural, helped along by her shapeshifting abilities.
“Orrr…”
With a twirl, Nym transforms one more time… into a slutty version of a Quidditch Uniform, with all the form fitting leather, but also with her tits and crotch cut open and exposed. As she clasps her hands together in front of her, pressing her tits together in the process, Nym bats her eyelashes at him.
“This IS what you gave up to be here with me. If you want to be my Captain and punish me for being a naughty, insubordinate Chaser… feel free~”
There was… limitless potential here. Harry was smart enough to realize that, to see that he could do pretty much whatever he wanted with Nym and her Cloak of Many Outfits. But also, she’d offered him three distinct choices, and he wasn’t about to try and force anything else. So… he had a decision to make. Did he want to fuck Professor Tonks, did he want to fuck Slutty Student Nym… or did he want to fuck Naughty Chaser Nymphadora?
Hmm…
