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[BONUS] The Stud & The Slut Pt. 2 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2017-09-26 02:20:17 +0000 UTC Here's Chapter 1: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Cambrian/25526/The-Stud-and-The-Slut-Harry-Potter/66713/Chapter-1/Harry-and-Hermione-x-X-x-
Nymphadora Tonks was horny, but she wasn’t looking for just any cock to ride. Tonks wanted someone in particular, and after prodding Harry and Hermione together, she knew she wanted to get some of that action. Everyone else seemed almost willfully oblivious of what Harry was doing to Hermione pretty much every single day.
It wasn’t like they were JUST fucking of course. Harry was still working his ass off to stay physically fit (and boy did it show) as well as magically prepared. At Harry’s request, Sirius had renovated Grimmauld Place and given it both a dueling room and a muggle gym enhanced by spellwork that Harry himself had done. Hermione had joined him and though it was really only the two of them making use of the muggle gym, Tonks still snuck a few glances once in a while.
She can see why Hermione was so eager to start exercising, because Harry’s tight fitting tracksuit bottoms and his sleeveless tank top do very little to hide the musclebound hunk underneath. Of course, seeing Hermione in a sports bra and spandex shorts is its own kind of reward. Tonks has to silence herself a few times to avoid letting them know she’s there, once they stop working out and start using the equipment for ANOTHER kind of exercise.
After all, it’s not like she could be expected to NOT masturbate to the sight of Harry railing Hermione with his big, thick cock. Still, Tonks was no closer to getting any of that and it was beginning to bother her. She wanted them, both of them. Not just Harry for his dick, but Harry and Hermione for their looks and their personalities and most importantly their sexual stamina, given the way Tonks knows they’ve been going at it.
As far at the metamorphmagus knows, she’s the only one who had a clue to what the two lovebirds were doing. Of course, what Tonks didn’t know was that Fleur Delacour also ‘had a clue’. A rather large one in fact, as the French Witch’s room lay right next to Harry’s and Hermione was purposely excluding that wall from the silencing charms she would put up every night.
The beautiful part veela was constantly beset with screams of pleasure, cries of “Master, MORE!” and the banging of headboard against the wall, all night every night. Fleur was slowly losing it, but Tonks didn’t know anything about that. That was a story for another time, once Hermione’s ‘work’ on the part veela finally came to head.
This tale on the other hand, was going to reach a satisfying conclusion much faster. Tonks knew she wanted Harry and Hermione to allow her into their bed. She’d flirted with both of them and they each seemed incredibly receptive to her advances… but at the same time, she’d never received an invitation of any kind. It was enough to drive a girl mad.
Finally though, her chance had arrived. Tonks grinned salaciously and licked her lips as she headed towards Harry’s room. A half an hour ago, dinner had ended with the two lovebirds parting. Hermione had declared that she was going to Grimmauld Place’s study for a time in order to revise some of her summer homework, despite everyone knowing it was probably already beyond perfect. Meanwhile, Harry had decided he was going to lie down and take a nap.
It was Tonks’ greatest opportunity and she would have been an idiot not to seize it with both hands. Coming to a stop in front of Harry’s door, the metamorphmagus licks her OWN lips for the last time… before carefully morphing them and the rest of her body into a different shape. Luckily there’s a large mirror in the hallway, showcasing just how old-fashioned Grimmauld Place really is.
Tonks uses the mirror to make sure she has everything perfect and then smiles. Hermione’s beautiful, gorgeous face smiles back to her and with her disguise in place, Tonks moves to the door of Harry’s room, easing it open and then shutting it behind her. She quickly casts a locking charm on the thing, but she doesn’t notice how her spell simply slides off without truly setting in.
The metamorphmagus is too eager to pay attention to such things, just as she’s too eager to realize that she’s been set up. Harry and Hermione might have started out more than a little oblivious about each other, but the young couple had grown quite a lot in recent weeks and they’re not nearly as dense as they were before. Tonks’ interest in the pair was obvious. The witch, with her brightly colored hair, had not exactly been subtle in her desires.
And so Harry and his beloved had set a little bit of a trap for Tonks. Tonks-As-Hermione slowly walks into the room, seeing Harry ‘asleep’ in his bed and walking over softly. She slips off her shoes and then begins to strip down as well, folding her clothing up carefully and putting it under the bed. There can be no sign that she’s not the real Hermione after all.
Once she’s completely naked and standing there wearing nothing but Hermione’s curvaceous, voluptuous body, Tonks moves to the side of the bed and slowly pulls back the covers. The fact that Harry had stripped down to his boxers for a ‘nap’ probably should have been a warning sign to the metamorphmagus. Instead though, she found her eyes zeroing in on his bulge. W-was he already hard? Unable to wait any longer, Tonks crawled into bed between Harry’s legs. She rested on her knees and her elbows; Hermione’s big fat ass lifted up a little into the air behind her as she leaned forward and slowly pulled Harry’s boxers back until his cock was released from within them.
As Harry slowly began to wake up from her touch, Tonks found herself near-breathless as she stared at his member for the first time. Oh sure, she’d seen him fuck Hermione a few times in the gym, but more often than not, she didn’t really get a good look at his cock before he’d bent the witch over and started plowing. Tonks’ little voyeur spot hadn’t given her much advance notice as to just how BIG he really was.
Her earlier thought had in fact been wrong. Harry wasn’t even remotely hard. This was his size soft and it was already gargantuan. A slight whimper left Tonks throat, before she eep’d as Harry’s strong hand closed in her bushy brown hair.
“Hermione?”
He sounded a bit sleepy still. Tonks quickly stifled any further trepidation and plastered a slutty, happy smile on her face as she wrapped Hermione’s hands around Harry’s soft member and began to stroke.
“Shhh, Master… let your slut please you.”
She knew this much at least. Hermione had been quite vocal in the gym. Still, inwardly Tonks is practically freaking out. Even as her Hermione-mask continues to smile and her hands stroke up and down Harry’s hardening, GROWING cock, Tonks is left with the realization that the real Hermione swallows, rides, and bounces on this huge piece of bimbo-taming, breeding man meat whenever the slut wants! It’s both insane and unfair in Tonks’ contradictory mind. Insane that Hermione is expected to take this massive thing whenever Harry gets horny, and unfair that the brunette slut gets to enjoy Harry while no one else does!
Tonks is anxious about what she’s about to do, but at the same time she’s also more eager than ever, her heart pounding in her chest and her pussy growing wet. So focused on Harry’s growing cock as she is, Tonks doesn’t even notice the door to Harry’s room opening. The real Hermione slips inside and with a bit of silent magic, the beautiful brunette locks the door. Unlike Tonks’ spell, this one actually sticks.
Meanwhile, even if she’d wanted to look around, Harry has finally woken up and decided not to let her anymore. Tonks’ eyes widen a bit as Harry grips her hair tightly with both hands and pulls her lips to his giant pecker. The musclebound wizard rubs his cockhead all up and down her face and the eager metamorphmagus moans, letting her lips, Hermione’s big full, plump red lips, spread open for Harry to slide his dick in between.
“That’s a good girl; take it all for me now.”
Harry mutters the words even as Tonks tries to fit more and more of his monstrous cock into her mouth. She still feels a flood of arousal at the demeaning words and her pussy grows even wetter. Unfortunately, she’s struggling to take Harry past the back of her throat. She almost wished the young man would just face fuck her already, but now that he had her lips wrapped around his cock, Harry was letting her control the pace, and clearly expecting her to do whatever the real Hermione could do.
Tonks’ eyes wandered down the length of Harry’s giant shaft and then they widened at what she saw at the base of it. There was a very distinct ring of red lipstick at the very bottom of Harry’s huge schlong, wrapped around the base of his member. Given just how much sex they had, Hermione must have put it there around lunch time or such, as Tonks hadn’t seen the girl blow Harry during their morning work out where she’d jilled off to the sight of them once again fucking.
“You fantastic little Auror slut.”
Still, seeing Hermione’s lipstick at the very base of Harry’s shaft when Tonks could barely get four inches of his giant cock in her mouth was a bit intimidating. She whimpered as she did her best to give Harry more of her throat, but that didn’t stop her from gagging on it.
“Gagkh. Gagkh. Gagkh.”
“Come on, do the DMLE proud you fucking whore, get deeper now.”
Harry’s words left her feeling humiliated and degraded, his attack of her position and her organization making her so damn wet. She did as he bade, forcing herself to take more of him down his throat… only to realize what exactly he’d been saying. Tonks stops immediately and Harry’s grip loosens enough for her to pull her mouth off of his dick as she looks at his smug, grinning face in shock.
She knows she’s still wearing Hermione’s body. Her tits aren’t this big and she can feel the extra weight in her wider hips and fatter ass. Hermione has really become quite the voluptuous woman and Tonks in the form that she usually hangs out in, doesn’t compare to that. And yet somehow Harry knows anyways?
The metamorphmagus is flabbergasted as he grins wickedly down at her. Then she hears a familiar voice from behind her as long, feminine hands take the place of Harry’s in Tonks’ hair.
“Did he say you could stop slut?”
-x-X-x-
It was a bit of a shock to step into the room and come face to face with one’s doppelganger, but Hermione had managed to stifle the gasp that had threatened to escape her throat. Tonks looked good as her and the brunette witch had immediately assumed the metamorphmagus had taken some liberties with her appearance. She’d slowly approached the bed, even as Harry made a show of waking up. Like Tonks, she stripped naked before crawling on while the metamorphmagus was distracted with trying and failing to deep throat Harry’s cock.
Then Harry had started to give the game away with his dirty talk and it had been amusing to see just how long it took Tonks to catch onto the fact that he knew exactly who she was. Seeing the other witch had stopped sucking and was now just staring at Harry in abject shock, Hermione knew it was her turn to make a move.
“Did he say you could stop slut?”
And then almost viciously, Hermione forced Tonks’ gaping mouth back over Harry’s cock. The beautiful brunette witch grinned wickedly as she fucked Tonks’ face on Harry’s humungous cock. Seeing ‘herself’ get throat-fucked was certainly an interesting experience.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
Again and again, down Tonks went. Looking to her Master and the love of her life for approval, Hermione saw Harry watching the scene with lidded eyes, a dark look of lust and desire in his gaze. He made no move to interrupt the moment though, allowing Hermione to force Tonks in her form down all the way to the base of Harry’s dick.
The metamorphmagus’ eyes rolled back in her head as her lips finally pressed around the same spot as Hermione had left a ring of red lipstick earlier. The choking and gagging petered off as Tonks simply failed to get any air at all, hands scrambling for a brief moment at Harry’s thighs before falling off. The witch’s body, changed to look like Hermione, spasms and shakes and jiggles even as her throat convulses around the massive shaft going down it.
That’s the moment when Harry cums, right as Hermione is sure she has Tonks on the edge of unconsciousness. His seed explodes down the witch’s throat and ultimately comes back up and out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth. When Hermione finally pulls her doppelganger away from her lover’s huge dick, Tonks is a twitching mess, eyelashes fluttering up and down, her face an absolute ruin of cum and slobber and saliva.
And yet, even as her body continues to shake, Hermione realizes that Tonks is climaxing right there on the spot. The whorish metamorphmagus is orgasming from nothing but being forced to deep throat Harry’s dick. Damn that’s hot. Still, now that she’s not so focused on dominating the pretty little slut that had the audacity to try and trick her Master, Hermione takes the time to actually look at Tonks’ “Hermione”.
“… You really took a lot of liberties here Tonks. I’m not nearly this hot. How did you ever expect to convince Harry that you were me?”
Tonks is recovering slowly, but when Hermione’s words reach her ears, her eyes snap up to meet the other witch’s and she speaks in a raspy voice.
“W-what? What are you talking about? I made this form perfectly identical you big-tittied cow.”
Hermione lets that little insult pass for the moment, instead focusing on what she considers an obvious lie. Her brow furrows and her tone is incredulous as she laughs a bit in disbelief.
“Perfectly identical?! You’re the hottest slut I’ve ever seen Tonks, I’m pretty sure I’d know if I was this damn fine!”
Tonks shook her head, still weak but completely obstinate in her stance.
“Hermione, I took polyjuice the other day with one of your hairs in it, just so I could get this down pat!”
That brought the other witch up short. Ultimately, it was Harry who interjected.
“She’s not wrong Hermione. Except for body language, you look the exact same to me?”
Silence falls over the room as Hermione grabs Tonks’ ruined face and stares at it intently. Of course, with all the cum and tear tracks and slobber, it’s not easy, but she can still see herself in there well enough. Then she reached down and grabs the massive tits Tonks is currently sporting. And these are apparently HER massive tits too. Hermione gropes Tonks for a moment and then reaches up and gropes herself.
She’d never thought her boobs were really that big. Respectably sized yes, but seeing them on another woman for the first time really brought the whole thing home for her. Licking her lips, Hermione pressed her tits against Tonks’ and hugged her doppelganger close, staring down between them to see that, squished together, neither set really stood out as bigger than the other.
“… Huh. That’s crazy.”
“Yeah, you’ve got the best body I’ve ever seen Hermione…”
Hermione nodded slowly, finally accepting this before turning a sharp eye towards Tonks and frowning deeply.
“And you tried to use it to trick my man into having sex with you, you little skank!”
Tonk’s eyes, technically HER eyes widened in fear at that before the other brunette quickly backpedaled.
“U-Uh, wait! Did I say I was Tonks! I’m definitely not! No polyjuice use here! I’m… I’m you! From the future!”
The absolutely absurd claim drew Hermione up short and a glance at Harry showed he was just as surprised as she was, though it was quickly turning to amusement. It wasn’t like Hermione was REALLY angry in the first place. Her outrage had been faked. But this little avenue that Tonks was trying to go down, this excuse of hers… it could be fun to explore it. Snorting derisively, Hermione let a smile spread across her face nonetheless.
“Oh really? How far into the future? And if that’s true, you can tell us all about it.”
Her doppelganger looks a little cornered as Harry watches on, intrigued at what Hermione is doing. Licking her lips, Tonks opens her mouth and then closes it, before finally finding the words.
“N-Not far… just a little bit in fact. I’m just back in time because M-Master is busy breaking in his new slut and we figured I could just pop back and use his younger body. I-It’s only been a day or so a-after all!”
Hermione’s grin turned predatory.
“Alright ‘Future Me’… say I believe you. Who is this new slut that Harry is breaking in right now? What’s he doing to her?”
Tonks flushes bright red before getting a distant look in her eye.
“W-Well, its uh… its Tonks of course! She’s really going to be feeling it in the morning… especially in her ass; Harry really went to town on that. He spanked her long and hard, pinned her face down on the bed, and gave her the roughest buggering I’ve ever seen. Though as Future Hermione, I’ve definitely FELT rougher of course! H-He got her shrieking loud enough to rattle the bloody windows!”
There’s a considering look on Hermione’s face for a moment before she smiles and nods.
“Well then, while Future Harry is dealing with that little slut, I suppose it’s up to us to deal with the Harry we have here. Master… how do you want us?”
Until this point, the muscular, well-built wizard had stayed quiet, allowing Hermione to control the flow and ultimately acting as a prop for her to tease Tonks with. Now though, a slow smile spread across his face as he considered what it meant to have TWO Hermiones at his beck and call.
“… Pin her for me ‘Mione.”
He leaves it ambiguous as to which ‘Hermione’ he’s talking to, but it’s still HIS Hermione that ultimately reacts fast enough. Tonks-In-Hermione-Form ends up on her back with wide eyes as the actual Hermione pins her down and sticks her tongue right down Tonks’ throat. Their breasts press together and Hermione’s knees spread Tonks’ legs far apart as she grinds her pussy down on the other witch’s.
The beautiful identical brunettes make for quite the sight as Harry crawls along the bed and ultimately takes his place behind his Hermione’s shapely fat ass, kneeling there and reaching out to grope and knead her butt cheeks. Hermione groans into Tonks’ mouth happily, but the slutty witch never stops kissing the other woman, dominating her doppelganger’s tongue with her own.
Even if they are doing the “from the future” bit right now, it’s still important to Hermione that she show Tonks who’s in charge (besides Harry of course). Especially since it’s pretty clear to the younger witch that Tonks is going to be a mainstay in their bed from now on. The metamorphmagus is too useful not to be. As the two identical beauties continue to rub their voluptuous, curvaceous bodies together, Harry transitions one hand from Hermione’s ass to his cock, stroking his massive, hard shaft up and down. One cum load down Tonks’ throat would never satisfy the young man. He’s still immensely hungry for more.
As such, the ripped stud fits his foot long cock between the two sluts making out in front of him. Rather than pushing into one or the other, he slides his member between their bodies. As expected, the feel of their slutty, puffy, identical pussy lips spreading around his cock’s shaft and hugging his length is incredible, and their wetness along with his precum allows him to lube up the rest of their soft, pliant flesh.
Both women are moaning wantonly now into each other’s mouths as Harry fucks his dick between them, using the tight space in the middle of their voluptuous forms as a new hole for him to plow. Their cunts get wetter and wetter from the constant surface stimulation, their clits feeling the grinding, pistoning presence of pulsating cock meat in a way that they’d never felt before.
It was no wonder that both Hermione and Tonks came within moments of Harry starting up this new fun game. Hermione cried out in unison with her doppelganger and together, they ended up coating Harry’s gigantic dick with their pussy juices. This only served to make his length slicker and as a result, he could fuck even faster in between their holes.
“Oh yeah, take it you fucking sluts. I’m going to cum in one of you. Who’s it going to be? Future or Past? Fuck yeah, fucking take it!”
His little question was mostly spur of the moment as all dirty talk was. But it still lit a fire in both Hermione and Tonks as their identical lips disengaged immediately in order to try and convince him to go one way or the other.
“Please Master, inside of me! Fuck you’re so big! Put it in me! Fill my womb with your cum! Breed your worthless little witch slut! This whore is from the future, she’s probably taken your loads so many times!”
“No! Do it in me Master! Hermione gets it every day, please, I’m begging you fill MY womb with your cum! Knock me up with your big hard dick! Put a baby in meEEEEE!!!”
Harry had to admit, Tonks got points for both the knock up comment and the baby comment, as well as climaxing hard at the very end of her begging. But… she’d also broken character, while Hermione hadn’t. With a savage grin, Harry pulled his cock out, made both of his horny sluts wait for a long moment in anticipation… and then he plunged it into the top cunt, filling Hermione’s pussy all the way to her womb and beyond, his cockhead sliding past her cervix as she cried out happily and then went back to dominating a dismayed Tonks’ mouth with her tongue.
Tonks was left a bit out in the cold, the bottom bitch as Harry fucked his first slut hard right on top of her. The metamorphmagus had been denied her deepest desire… and that denial was making her wet all over again. The witch couldn’t help but respond to Hermione’s kisses and when the brunette began to grope her tits, pushing off of Tonks’ body to arch her back towards Harry, Tonks moaned out reluctantly.
She wasn’t getting Harry’s dick, at least not this time… but there was something to be said about having an up close and personal view of Hermione getting it, after all those times she could only watch from afar while they fucked in the muggle gym. In the end, Tonks slid her hands down between her legs and fingered her sopping wet cunt to the sight of Hermione’s joyous fucked-silly face as Harry plowed the girl senseless.
And when he finally came inside of Hermione and filled her with his cum, breeding the slutty little whore right atop her doppelganger, Tonks managed to finish herself off as well, climaxing alongside both Harry and Hermione. All three of them rode out their orgasms, bodies pressed together. And then it was over… the first round was anyways.
As Harry pulled out of Hermione and Hermione slumped off of Tonks, panting heavily, the metamorphmagus could see that Harry was still hard. More than that, he was staring at her speculatively. Tonks actually knew the look. This was the first time it’d made her hot and bothered though, arousal building within her as she knew what Harry wanted from her. The metamorphmagus had seen this look on many a male student back at Hogwarts. She’d gotten the question from many a failed boyfriend as well.
Before Harry could ask though, Tonks was already changing. Hermione’s beautiful voluptuous body melted away to be replaced by one of Tonks’ favorite fantasy forms. A cute little elf girl, not like the nasty house elves, but like the ones Tonks had seen in the muggle media that her dad had introduced her to.
Harry’s eyes lit up and his already hard cock jumped a bit at the sight of her. She wasn’t nearly as curvaceous as she’d been before, but her nubile young elf body certainly seemed to do the trick as Harry slid between her legs and finally pushed his cock into her needy cunt. Tonks made sure to elasticize her insides, leaving it so that Harry could fit his entire gigantic dick into her passage, which she kept rather small to go along with her slight body.
As such, Harry’s member was soon filling her womb and actively bulging out of her skinny frame. The elf that Tonks had become moaned happily and wrapped her skinny arms around Harry’s neck. She tried to do the same with her short legs, but Harry was too muscular, too thick at the waist for her to fully get her ankles locked together.
In the end, she had to settle for bow-legged as Harry plunged in and out of her tight, clenching little pussy. He fucked her like that for a few minutes before looking into her eyes and speaking a single word.
“Drow.”
Tonks shifted to the larger, more voluptuous form of a Dark Elf swiftly, knowing the species already from her father’s interest in DnD. Now her legs were long enough to fully wrap around his waist and while she wasn’t quite as curvaceous as Hermione, she was slightly taller than the human girl. Harry grunted and sped up his pace, fucking her dusky, dark grey body as hard as he could. Tonks threw her head back and cried out in enjoyment, climaxing again and again around his pistoning cock.
Things continued like this for a time as Harry ran her through a gauntlet of fantasy creatures. His imagination proved to be greater than Tonks’ though and eventually he was having to describe what he wanted from her. By the time he came, Tonks was some sort of red skinned Succubus, complete with horns and a spade tail. Harry certainly seemed to enjoy this form quite a bit, as he groaned and then abruptly pulled out of her cunt, much to Tonks’ dismay. He came all over her, rather than inside of her, painting her currently red skin white with his seed.
The Succubus Tonks had turned into at Harry’s behest groaned in disappointment, but that didn’t stop the slutty metamorphmagus from scooping up some of Harry’s seed from her abdomen and licking her fingers clean of his cum. Regardless of her desire to be bred and filled like Hermione was, Tonks knew what she needed to say.
“Thank you… Master~”
That certainly seemed to do the trick as Harry smiled down at her, his cock still hard and ready to go. All Tonks had to do was stay strong now, or so the witch figured. She had all night to convince Harry to cum inside of her and so long as her stamina lasted, she could continue to take his dick over and over and over again in her slutty little holes.
“That was so hot.”
Hermione had watched from the side as Tonks ran went through a laundry list of sexy fantasy species. Before she could stop herself, the bookworm blurted out the thought on the forefront of her mind.
“Can you do Disney Princesses?”
There’s a pause as both Harry and Tonks look towards the witch. Hermione flushes red in embarrassment but doesn’t look away, lifting her chin and shrugging her shoulders.
“I loved the Disney Princess movies as a kid…”
Before Harry can formulate a reply to that, staring at his very kinky and deviant lover in surprise, a voice tears him away from Hermione.
“Oh please Mr. Beast… be gentle?”
Harry finds Belle laying beneath him, though he of course can’t speak to how accurate the body is. It’s definitely the face of the cartoon princess given actual form though and when Hermione sees and hears what Tonks has become, the witch squeals and glomps her. From there, he and his first love are once again tag-teaming the metamorphmagus, this time as she goes from Disney Princess to Disney Princess.
Harry doesn’t get to see most of the face changes, as halfway through Hermione starts riding Tonks’ face, grinding her pussy down on the other witch’s lips as she dictates princess after princess. Still, he can feel Tonks’ body rippling around his thrusting cock and he can see that she is putting SOME effort into shifting the body of each Princess.
“Cinderella!”
The body gets a bit more voluptuous and a bit more pale as he plows into it with all his might.
“Pocahontas!”
There’s more muscle now and the skin color has gone a few darker shades. When Harry grips down on this form’s waist, there’s not as much soft give. It makes for a fun bit of fucking.
“Jasmine!”
Still dark skinned, but far softer once more. This Princess is no fighter, but her wide hips are to die for and her ass is nice and fat.
Things go on and on from there as Hermione runs through every Disney Princess she can, climaxing again and again on Tonks’ ever changing face. But eventually she DOES run out and with Tonks looking like a very slutty, pussy-juice covered Snow White, Harry reaches up and grabs Hermione from behind, dragging his whore back along Snow White’s pale body and pulling out of Tonks to once again slam home inside of Hermione’s cunt.
He fills the brunette witch with another load of his seed and she moans with delight as she grinds down on Tonks’ abdomen in the process, some of Harry’s cum spilling out to cover her belly. Yet, still it does not end. Harry is still hard and he continues to fuck Hermione on top of Tonks until Tonks takes matters into her own hands and begins to shift into witches all of them are more familiar with, while at the same time not.
The night continues on with Harry getting a chance to fuck teenaged versions of the three Black sisters, Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Tonks’ own mother Andromeda all making appearances. Harry loses control when Tonks even transforms into a young red head that can only be his own mother as a Hogwarts student. From there, he fucks the beautiful metamorphmagus almost too enthusiastically… one might think that the picture book Hagrid gave a young Harry back in first year might have been used for the wrong sorts of things with the way he went to town on the approximation of his mother’s young body.
Yet even then, Harry didn’t cum inside of Tonks. The submissive witch was beginning to lose hope. Here the three of them were, laid out on Harry’s bed. She was allowed to curl into his left side while Hermione curled into his right. She was even allowed to stroke his cock with her right hand as Hermione stroked it with her left. Both of them leaned into him and Tonks felt like she’d been accepted by the pair… and yet… and yet.
“Master… why won’t you cum inside of me?”
There’s a pause as Hermione looks to her and then to Harry and Harry blinks and considers it. From the surprise on the man’s face, it’s clear that he hadn’t even realized he was doing it. It took a few seconds for the powerful young, well-built wizard to put words to his thoughts.
“It feels like you’re holding something back Tonks. Even now, I just don’t feel like you’re devoted to me in the same way Hermione is. So I guess that’s why I don’t cum inside of you. Don’t want to get you pregnant, in case you decide you’ve had your fun and leave.”
The well-hung stud shrugs as he finishes his explanation. Hermione is nodding in agreement while Tonks’ eyes are wide as she pouts mightily.
“B-But I’m calling you Master aren’t I?! Harry you’ve ruined me for other men! I don’t think I can live without your cock anymore! I’m definitely not going anywhere after this, I can promise you that! Please, how can I prove my devotion if not with my body?!”
Harry shrugs and despite his magical power, his muscular form, and his giant foot long cock, Tonks is reminded that she’s actually older than this young man she can’t imagine spending her life without. Licking her lips, Tonks turns her eyes and stares at Harry’s dick. What is it that’s holding her back? If Harry says it’s there, it’s there. The powerful wizard is instinctively giving her an out because he can feel her reluctance.
After a moment, an idea comes to mind. It seems silly, but maybe? Licking her lips, the beautiful witch slowly crawls up onto Harry’s lap and impales herself on his cock. Both he and Hermione are watching her with interested eyes as she slowly bounces herself up and down on his dick, panting heavily and getting all worked up before she begins to speak.
“My name… is N-Nymphadora Tonks. And I swear on my magic to serve and obey my Master, Harry Potter, for the rest of the days. I will be whatever he needs, a wand and shield in battle, a woman in bed, a servant in life. I give myself freely as his slave.”
The air burst with magic and the oath was finished. Tonks felt it settle around her neck like a collar, though there was nothing visible there. But from the look in Harry’s eyes, he could feel it too. A moment later, their positions were reversed. Tonks face herself face down on the bed, prone as Hermione stroked a hand through her hair. Harry plunged his cock up into Tonks’ cunt from behind and leaned in to nibble at her ear.
“Nymphadora…”
The name that she’d always hated so much slipped from Harry’s lips and the newly enslaved witch came on the spot. When her new Master spoke the word, it felt so RIGHT compared to all those other times. She’d never liked the name her mother and father had given her, and yet now that Harry had sole rights to use it, she found herself loving when he said it.
“Y-Yes Master! Yes, fuck me! Fuck your Nymphadora, plunge that big hard dick of yours up my cunt to your heart’s content! Use me, USE ME!!!”
Harry did just that, grunting and gripping her fat ass cheeks as he forced his foot long shaft past her cervix and into her womb for the umpteenth time that night. This time was different though. SHE was different. Tonks suspected that Hermione had not enslaved herself to Harry in the same way that the metamorphmagus had just done. But she also understood now that Hermione hadn’t needed to. The love between her new Master and the brunette witch was strong, so strong that Tonks could almost feel the bond between them in the same way she could feel the actual magical bond between her and Harry.
She on the other hand, had merely lusted after Harry before now. Only with her oath given freely did she finally show that she loved him as much as Hermione did. She cried out happily as he filled her again and again, climaxing several times around his cock, her pussy squeezing down rapidly along his length. Hermione continued to stroke a hand through Tonks’ hair for a few moments more before abruptly pulling her head up and kissing her domineeringly.
The metamorphmagus simply took it, Hermione’s tongue exploring the deepest recesses of her mouth as the witch reminded Tonks of her place. She didn’t need the reminder, but it was still appreciated. Her place was here, beneath both her Master and her Mistress, serving Harry and Hermione to the best of her ability.
The thought sent her into another explosive orgasm and this time her clenching, tightening cunt muscles managed to milk Harry’s release from his once more. He did not pull out as he’d done before however. Instead, he pushed all the deeper in and Tonks’ eyes widened, her mouth dropping open as she felt him finally fill her needy womb with his cum.
He’d bred her… he’d bred his Nymphadora. With that moment passed, all the exhaustion of the last several hours finally caught up with Tonks. She had ultimately been running on fumes for a while now, trying to keep up with the prodigious stamina of both Harry and Hermione and barely succeeding in the process.
With her goal finally achieved and her Master’s cum filling her quite nicely… Tonks passed out right there on the bed face down, leaving an amused and exasperated couple to deal with her unconscious body.
-x-X-x-
The next morning, Harry wakes up first. He feels two warm feminine bodies curled into his sides and the events of last night rush back to him. Tonks had literally pledged her fealty to him, like he was some sort of liege lord. She’d swore her magic to his service and essentially enslaved herself to him for the chance at a… baby? No, rather, she wanted his children but she also wanted to remain at his side forever. He couldn’t begrudge the metamorphmagus that.
Looking to either side, Harry took in the sleeping beauties he had his arms around protectively. Both Hermione and Ton-Nymphadora now he supposes, looked absolutely adorable asleep… but as he stared into his new slave pet’s face, he couldn’t help but smile wickedly, a plan forming in his head. He ultimately woke up Hermione before Nymphadora, and quietly explained to his first love what he was going to do. Hermione was perfectly happy with the idea and got dressed before padding out of the room barefoot to make some breakfast.
Only once she was gone did Harry abruptly grab Nymphadora by her purple hair and pink the witch face down on the bed, forcing her ass up into the air by sticking two fingers in her cunt and lifting. Nymphadora yelped and squealed as she woke up to the rough fingering, but Harry had already withdrawn his fingers and was in the process of bringing his hand down on his new fuck pet’s ass, giving her a good firm spanking.
“Had an interesting visit from a future version of Hermione last night Nymphadora. She detailed exactly how I’m supposed to be taking your ass for the very first time and I don’t want to mess with any time mumbo jumbo and all that, so I’m going to follow her instructions perfectly. You don’t have a problem with that, right pet?”
Fully awake by this point and realizing what was going on, Nymphadora got all the wetter as she bit her lower lip and wiggled her ass suggestively.
“N-No Master… if it’s for the good of the timeline, then I understand…”
Harry just chuckled and went back to spanking her ass. He did so quite thoroughly and Nymphadora found herself enjoying the pain. She had asked for this after all, just like she’d asked for the excessively rough buggering that was sure to follow. Mewling happily, Nymphadora nuzzled the sheets beneath her even as she wiggled and shook her nice large bubble butt up towards Harry’s descending hand.
Once he’d given her the “good, firm spanking” part of her fantasy. He stopped and stood on the bed. His hands grasped her reddened buttocks and Nymphadora gasped as he slowly spread her cheeks apart, crouching over her. The tip of his massive cock pressed against her sphincter, but there was no fear in the metamorphmagus. Why would there be?
She made sure she was just the right side of tight as he slowly began to force the tip of his giant dick inside of her back door. Her asshole stretched out nicely around his member, not too fast to feel loose, while also not too slow, to avoid tearing. The elasticity of her creampied cunt from the night before also transferred to her back door and Nymphadora was able to make sure that while there was pain and discomfort, there was no injury. It still felt like Harry was splitting her in two though and that was exactly what the beauty wanted.
“M-Master! You’re so big! Oh Merlin! Yes Master, yessssss!!”
The slutty metamorphmagus tried to be as vocal as possible in her enjoyment of Harry’s length, spurring him on so that he would quicken his pace. Given that her fantasy involved him fucking her hard enough that she would shriek and rattle the bloody windows, he needed to thrust into her a lot faster and a lot deeper than he was currently doing.
Her Master got the message and Nymphadora’s eyes widened as he buried the rest of his massive schlong inside of her bowels, hilting himself inside of her ass in an instant. Then he pulled back and did it again. Over and over again, Harry would sheathe his length in her butt. And each time, he’d move a little faster in doing so. Nymphadora’s eyes crossed and her tongue fell out of her mouth, lying against the pillow in front of her as Harry began to REALLY fuck her ass.
In no time at all, the metamorphmagus couldn’t even form the words to continue vocally praising her Master’s magnificence. That didn’t mean she didn’t try though. Just as had been promised, Nymphadora was soon shrieking her delight to the high heavens, rattling the nearby windows with a screeching voice brought about by the orgasms that his cock in her ass began to give her.
She was secure in the knowledge that Hermione and Harry silenced their room. It was the only reason nobody in Grimmauld Place knew what they did in here. And so Tonks let her voice free and though it rattled the windows and the headboard of the bed slammed against the wall with the force of Harry’s thrusts, she was sure that nobody at all heard them.
When Harry finally came a little while later, he did so inside her cunt again, pulling roughly out of her slightly gaping ass and plunging his way all the way to her womb in one swift move even as his seed exploded out of the tip of his dick and filled her up yet again. To have her Master’s cum inside of her womb, the possibility of a child on Nymphadora’s mind… it was the most glorious thing the willingly enslaved witch had ever felt.
She lay there; face down ass up, long after Harry pulled out of her. It wasn’t until he’d gotten dressed that he smacked her across her delicious bubble butt.
“Time to wake up slut. You do still have to go to work you know.”
That realization made the metamorphmagus’ eyes widen as she scrambled out of bed. Harry watched in amusement as she dragged her folded up clothes out from under the mattress where she’d stashed them, quickly getting dressed. As she did so, her mind shifted noticeably. She stopped being Nymphadora the pathetic little slut slave… for now. She became Auror Tonks, a young, proud woman rising in the ranks of the DMLE.
Though, she did go back to being Nymphadora for just a second, to give her Master a deep tongue-filled kiss. Then Tonks was back and she let the room with a silly smile on her face, her head held high, and a bit of a limp in her step that she hoped was barely noticeable. On her way out, she passed by Fleur in the hall and completely missed the strange look that the part veela gave her.
As Tonks disappeared around a corner, Fleur’s nostrils flared and she breathed in the other woman’s scent. Her eyes widened and then she slipped back inside of her room. The French witch shut and locked the door behind her, but did not manage to put up the silencing charms before she was on her knees, back pressed up against the inside of said door, frantically fisting her needy cunt as she moaned wantonly.
If Harry had heard this, he might have done something about it. But from his own, silenced room, he could not hear Fleur’s needy, noisy masturbation. As such, his mind stayed on his new fuck pet instead of a potential future one and the young muscular man found himself coming up with ANOTHER idea for the lovely Nymphadora Tonks.
He grinned wickedly and then went to find Hermione. He’d spend the rest of the day working on his physical and magical strength, though his training was interspersed with screwing Hermione senseless as well. They specifically enjoyed turning their gym workouts into a special form of debauchery. Starting with an upright sixty nine that had Hermione’s legs locked around his neck and her lips wrapped around his dick as he thrust into her throat, and continuing to a good old fashioned standing fuck, with Harry easily holding Hermione’s curvaceous body up with his own personal strength.
It would be hours until Tonks finally returned home, but when she did she immediately became Nymphadora, Fuck Pet in her mind. She stepped into Harry’s room and found her Master and her Mistress on the bed. Hermione was reading a book and Harry was too, over her shoulder… as he slowly plunged in and out of the brunette witch’s nice big ass. It didn’t look like the slutty young woman minded though as she moaned happily and then turned the page casually.
Biting her lower lip, Nymphadora stepped forward and cleared her throat. As soon as Harry saw her, he got a wicked grin on his face and pulled out of his first love’s ass. Hermione, knowing his plans as Harry told her everything, did not raise a protest. Instead, she placed a book mark in her tome and closed it up, turning over onto her back and propping herself up on her elbows as she watched what was about to happen with a wide grin on her face.
Harry wrapped his arms around his magically bound slave and kissed her heatedly. The witch, older than him by a few years, happily melted into his embrace, basking in the feel of their bond and his nearly overwhelming magic. Nymphadora was content to be Harry’s pet for the rest of her days. She couldn’t imagine a life without him.
Slowly, the muscular, tall Wizard moved them both over to a nearby floor-length mirror. He spun her around and let her look at herself, even as he slowly stripped off her clothing, piece by piece. Nymphadora looked at her body and immediately started to change into something else, but Harry’s stinging slap on her flesh stayed her. This was the closest thing Nymphadora had ever had to a ‘base’ form, what he had her in right now.
She didn’t truly consider it her real form though. She liked to change things usually, alter bits of herself day by day, week by week, month by month. This meant that from one year to the next, she’d usually completely changed her look. She’d never stuck to one form before and it felt weird to do so now as Harry kept her from altering her body to suit his desires.
Instead, once he had her fully naked he ran his hands up and down her sides and smiled over her shoulder, meeting her eyes in the mirror.
“I’m going to give you something Nymphadora. Are you ready?”
He didn’t need to explain. The metamorphmagus had already willingly bound herself to him. Staring into his hooded eyes, Nymphadora simply nodded and let him do as he liked. Harry responded by plunging his magic into her. The beautiful witch’s eyes went wide as she felt him fill her with his power. Harry Potter was probably one of the strongest wizards in the world at this point. His magical energy was up there with the likes of Dumbledore and Voldemort, though neither was anywhere near as handsome or gorgeous or physically strong as he.
Harry worked his magic throughout Nymphadora’s body, wrapping her own magic up in an embrace in the same way his hands were wrapped around her waist. And then, as the metamorphmagus watched, her body began to reshape. Eventually, the sensations proved too much to her and Nymphadora’s eyes rolled back in her head as she passed out in Harry’s arms halfway through the change.
She woke up mere minutes later though and what she saw in the mirror stunned her. It was still HER in a way. Her purple hair, her face, and the barest remembrances of her figure still lay beneath the changes Harry had made. But ultimately, she was gorgeous now, rather than simply pretty or beautiful. She was on the same level of Hermione and if she looked closely, she could see the influence of her mother and her aunts in her body.
Long hair, fuller breasts, wide hips perfect for birthing… Harry allowed her to turn herself so she could look at her ass. It had always been her favorite body part and she’d always used her ability to shift to make it her most fantastic body part as well. Her amazing derriere remained intact and Nymphadora let out a startled laugh of pure joy as she realized she looked like a purebred Black Family beauty. She could only imagine how her aunts would react if they saw her now. Jealousy and envy for her youthful beauty, the beauty they could never get back.
The thought made her smile and she let out a happy shuddering sigh as she then sank to her knees before her beloved Master. Her face nuzzles against the front of Harry’s pants and she can feel his cock rising within its tight confines from that barest of touch.
“Thank you Master! Thank you, thank you, thank you! This is my true form now, a form meant only for you and the Mistress and whoever else you deem worthy. This is the form that belongs to Nymphadora Tonks, bed slave to the greatest wizard to ever walk this Earth. Please Master… please break in my new body.”
Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her over to the bed, where Nymphadora found herself unceremoniously tossed face first into Hermione’s waiting arms. The brunette witch grinned as she spun Harry’s fuck pet around and pulled Nymphadora back against her chest.
The muscular wizard knelt on the bed between his slave’s legs, but he wasn’t content to merely part them and fuck her. Instead, Harry latched onto Nymphadora’s ankles and began to guide them up and up, until Harry had locked the metamorphmagus’ new long flexible legs behind her head at the ankles, leaving her beautiful, gorgeous body exposed framed perfectly before his eyes.
Her pouty pussy lips called to Harry and Nymphadora moaned eagerly as her Master sunk inch after inch of his cock into her cunt. At the same time Hermione reached around her and grabbed her full, larger tits from behind, kneading and groping her massive mammaries as Harry began to piston away inside of her. The transformed witch had never been happier than in that moment.
With her Master and Mistress using her as they pleased, Nymphadora Tonks was completed.
Comments
TH
This is amazing. I hope you continue it.
CC100
Fantastic scenes. One of the best stories I have read
