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“That’s right, Hermione. Get that tongue in nice and deep. Luna should feel every inch of your ‘apology’.”
“Nnngh~”
“Not to worry, Harry… she’s very enthusiastic. I think Hermione really, mm, means it.”
“Heh, good to hear Luna. Should I reward her then?”
“Oh yes, Harry. She would love it if you fucked her harder.”
“Mmmm~”
“I see you agree, Hermione.”
With that exchange finished, the young wizard begins to plow into the Sixth Year Gryffindor’s gushing twat even harder and faster than before, the noises of flesh slapping against flesh and squelching sounds coming from his big fat cock slamming into her sopping wet vagina filling the air. Alongside them are Hermione’s muffled moans as she eats Luna out, ‘apologizing’ for her apparent poor treatment of the blonde.
All the while, Nymphadora Tonks watches from the keyhole, breathing heavily as she observes Harry so easily dominating not just Hermione, but also Luna. It’s subtler with Luna, but it’s quite obvious that Harry is in charge here. And Tonks… Tonks really doesn’t know what to think about that. She continues to hold a hand over her mouth, holding in any exclamations or whimpers as she watches Harry plow Hermione Granger senseless.
Nobody knew this… but Tonks was actually a virgin. Oh, she knew what they thought of her. She knew what people SAID of her behind her back, when they thought she wasn’t listening. These days, everyone in the DMLE had their ‘theories’ about what she might be doing to ‘get ahead’ behind closed doors. Never mind that Tonks had worked hard for every scrap of advancement and trained her ass off to get her position as Junior Auror.
Hell, she hadn’t even RECEIVED any special treatment from anyone above her! She was a total nobody, just another Junior Auror that should have so easily flown under the radar. She should have been beneath the notice of most of the Aurors in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
But she wasn’t… because she was a metamorphmagus. And that was all that they needed to know to believe that she was doing certain things to get on her superiors’ good sides. It wasn’t all of them, of course. It wasn’t like she was all alone. She had friends in the DMLE who understood that that wasn’t what Tonks was like.
It didn’t stop it from bothering her though. It didn’t stop her from hating her abilities sometimes.
In fact, it had been the exact same way back at Hogwarts. She’d actively ignored her skillset and what it might allow her to do when she’d been a Hogwarts Student. She’d also actively shunned and ignored the boys who all wanted a piece of her. She’d never even dated because the first thing any guy would mention when they came up to her was her abilities.
Tonks had quickly learned that the simple truth was… there wasn’t a wizard alive who saw her as anything other than her shapeshifting abilities. There wasn’t a boy out there who wanted her for anything but her power to morph her body and features in all sorts of… interesting ways. And in this case, ‘interesting’ meant ‘sexual’.
As a result of avoiding entanglements of the sexual nature, as a result of avoiding any relationships at all for fear of what they might ask of her, Tonks had admittedly grown up a little sheltered when it came to sex. She had a vague understanding of what guys and girls got up to when they got together, of course… she knew how babies were made. But beyond that, she’d gone out of her way to avoid that sort of thing.
Which means, initially it’s hard to even comprehend what she’s looking at here. Tonks GETS that Harry, Hermione, and Luna are having sex. But she never imagined that a threesome like she’s currently watching could even be… a thing. Hermione is quite literally trapped between the other two, with Harry’s incredibly large cock pistoning in and out of her and her tongue buried in Luna’s twat.
And yet, despite being trapped, it’s obvious Hermione is having the time of her life. That she’s enjoying herself, despite this ostensibly being about her ‘apologizing’ to Luna Lovegood. That part boggles Tonks’ mind. Harry is practically treating Hermione like an object. Or at least, that’s what it looks like at first glance. The more Tonks watches, the more she comes to understand there’s nuance there. The young boy isn’t objectifying Hermione… he’s dominating her. She’s still a person to him… but she’s also HIS person.
Tonks bites her lower lip and another whimper emits into her palm as she continues spying on the trio through the keyhole.
She hadn’t… she’d never thought that such a thing could appeal to her. Even from back in her First Year, the name ‘Nymphadora’ had elicited incredibly crass and terrible comments from the older boys around her. They’d been duly punished for their words of course, given detention and losing House Points for how they tried to sexualize her, an eleven year old.
But that hadn’t stopped the comments. Nympho. Nymphomaniac. They just got better at not saying such things in front of teachers. In the end… in the end, Tonks had rejected her first name. At the end of her First Year, she’d gone home to her mother in tears, hating that Andromeda had given her such a stupid, thoughtless name in the first place, and she’d declared that she would never answer to Nymphadora again.
Of course, by the end of the Summer her temper had cooled enough that she’d decided she would just go by Tonks instead of trying to introduce a new first name entirely. She still loved her mother and father after all. She still loved and wanted to be a part of her family. And so Tonks became Tonks. From her Second Year on, Nymphadora died and Tonks was born.
Her punk, alternative look from that moment on had been designed from a desire to be so different that she scared off the vast majority of the hidebound boys of Hogwarts. Some still tried, the ones smart enough to realize that because she was a metamorphmagus, she was CHOOSING to look like she did but also dumb enough to think that they could worm their way past her defenses and force her to change. They thought they could ‘fix’ her, but as far as Tonks was concerned, there was nothing to fix.
Despite the rumors, despite the whispers behind her back, Tonks had maintained that method of thinking all these years, through her time at Hogwarts and well into her time in the Auror Force. She wanted to be seen as much than just a sexual object, and she’d done everything in her power to try and do that.
And yet… and yet here she was spying on Harry with his two bitches. There was no other way to describe it, at least in Tonks’ humble and inexperienced opinion. Despite the age gap between the young Potter Wizard and Hermione and Luna, he was in complete control over the situation. He had the older witches eating out of the palm of his hand. Tonks didn’t quite understand why watching him with them was such a… such a TURN ON for her.
If Tonks had to describe the version of herself she’d spent all these years building up, it would be independent, strong, and liberated. She didn’t NEED a man, as far as Tonks was concerned. She was confident, a little brash, and damn smart. She was always confident that she was going to be an Auror, and by avoiding boys and all that garbage while at Hogwarts, Tonks had managed to get the NEWTs needed to enter the program. No easy task either, the requirements for joining the Auror Program were… quite stringent.
But she’d done it and she’d been proud to have done it without any of the bullshit that everyone tried to accuse her of pulling. She’d managed to get where she was fully of her own accord. Though… sometimes she wondered about certain things. Having been raised mostly on the muggle side of the fence, Tonks felt like at times her education might have been lacking. Most of the time she set that aside, ignoring it as little more than her own insecurities trying to get the better of her. But… there was no denying that once in a while it felt like she would come across a… gap in her knowledge.
Right now was one of these times. Why were Hermione and Luna so eager to submit to Harry? Was it because he had a big fat cock? Because even Tonks, as a virgin, had heard that ‘bigger was better’. It was something she just sort of picked up, especially since it tended to come part and parcel with the sort of crass comments said about her behind her back. Boys loved to speculate about how she could probably take ‘huge dicks’, and they liked to boast that they were all well-endowed enough to ruin even someone like her, with the ability to shapeshift any stretching away.
Disgusting, really, but it had painted quite the picture. Bigger was better, this much Tonks believed she knew. But even with Harry having a huge fucking cock, surely that alone wasn’t enough to ensure Hermione and Luna’s obedience, right? So then… was it more to do with his status in the Wizarding World instead?
When she’d initially come back to Hogwarts, Tonks’ first impression of Hermione Granger had been that the Gryffindor Muggleborn was a lot like her. She’d thought Hermione had done exactly what she had and foregone all of that boy junk and what not in order to focus on her studies. But now there was this… and it was obvious that Hermione definitely wasn’t foregoing the ‘boy junk’ anymore.
Then again, could Harry Potter really be compared to all of the other lacking men in Tonks’ life? She bites her lower lip even harder as she watches him with Hermione and Luna through the keyhole. As the girls cum their brains out under his direction, the young wizard seems to know exactly what he wants. He executes his desires perfectly, with the two older witches both happily and eagerly serving him and his whims.
Finally though, things come to an end with Harry pulling out of Hermione and cumming all over her back as well as Luna’s front. The amount of seed that comes out of those hefty balls the young wizard is packing is… impressive. But even more impressive is seeing how Luna and Hermione submit even then. They don’t get angry that Harry has made a veritable mess of the both of them. No, instead they moan and writhe at feeling his sticky jizz dripping off of them. And then they start licking each other clean.
Realizing that they’re winding down, Tonks finally pulls herself away from the keyhole. She can’t be caught here. She definitely doesn’t want to be found out here. Rather… she NEEDS to get her thoughts in order and she somehow knows she won’t be able to do that if Harry discovers that she’s been spying on them.
The Junior Auror can feel that she’s being pulled into Harry’s orbit. Inexorably so. She still ‘owes’ him for instance, and now that she knows more about him, he doesn’t seem so precocious anymore. No… now he feels dangerous. He feels like a predator looming down on her.
Tonks doesn’t like that. Or rather, she doesn’t like how much she likes that. One thing is for certain… she needs more information. She needs to understand in full what she witnessed today, and she needs to know whether it was a one-off or not. She needs… she needs to study Harry Potter. To figure out what makes him tick. She needs to observe him more in his natural habitat, while he’s still oblivious of her eyes on him.
As Tonks slips off down the hallway long before the trio clean themselves up and leave the room, the Junior Auror begins planning her next steps. No matter what, she’s not going to be taken easily. Err… though, where that last thought comes from, she doesn’t really know. Is Harry even after her in the first place? Surely he has to want her, right? But then, why hasn’t he been pursuing her more aggressively like all of the other men she has to constantly blow off?
… Harry James Potter is an enigma. And Tonks promises herself she’s going to get to the bottom of this. Of him. One way or another.
-x-X-x-
Parvati Patil has a broad, smug smile on her face as she leads her sister down the hall towards their ultimate destination.
“Come, Padma. He’s waiting for us.”
“He? Your mysterious teacher, Parvati? Fine, but this better not be a trick…”
“Oh, there’s no trick. I’ve been entirely honest with you, Padma. I just… might have left out a couple of the finer details.”
Before her Ravenclaw Twin can comment on that, they arrive and Parvati throws the door open, stepping inside with a flourish.
“Presenting my sister… for your viewing pleasure, Lord Potter.”
As Padma steps in to the room as well, Parvati smirks at her twin’s sudden stillness. Waiting inside of the room for the two of them is Harry Potter, the unassuming First Year standing with his hands clasped behind his back. But for all that he might be years younger than them… his eyes tell a different story. A story of confidence as he gazes at the two of them, unbothered and unconcerned.
Parvati quickly closes the door behind her sister before Padma can second guess herself. Then, she places a hand on Padma’s back and walks her forward, until they’re both standing in front of Harry for his inspection. Humming, his emerald eyes eventually look to Parvati and he offers her the barest of smiles.
“You work fast, Parvati.”
Blushing profusely, Parvati gives a quick curtesy.
“Only for you, milord.”
But just as quickly as his smile appeared, it disappears as Harry raises an eyebrow.
“I hope that the swiftness with which you have moved does not prove a detriment to the overall goal of your mission, however.”
The light admonishment makes Parvati flush, even as she takes a moment to parse his meaning. She thinks she understands… he’s saying that she better have actually made sure Padma was on board with all of this ahead of time, because if her sister leaves without submitting to him, he’s going to be very, very cross with her.
In which case…
“Not to worry, Lord Potter. Padma here is all too ready to do whatever it takes to learn my secrets. Isn’t that right, Padma?”
Parvati grins, expecting a subdued response from her bookworm of a sister. Padma had always been the quieter of the two of them. But that hadn’t stopped them from competing at all times for their parents’ approval. When they’d come to Hogwarts, it had only gotten worse truth be told. Parvati, as the outgoing extrovert, had established a place for herself in House Gryffindor and climbed to the top of Hogwarts’ social hierarchy alongside Lavender.
Padma, on the other hand, had buried herself in her books like the Ravenclaw she was. She only had a couple of friends compared to Parvati’s social circle… but that didn’t matter to their parents, who saw Padma’s better grades as ‘proof’ that she was the superior twin to Parvati. All in all, Parvati knew deep down inside that they both had their strengths and weaknesses… but she couldn’t really reconcile the fact that their parents liked Padma better than her. It stung even now.
Fortunately, from now on Parvati would have this to lord over Padma. Service to the young Potter Lord was the best find she’d ever stumbled across, and Parvati had gotten here first. Padma would have to submit to not just Harry but also Parvati herself if she wanted to-
“So then, you’re the reason my sister has looked so much better than me since the year started. Is that right, Lord Potter?”
Parvati blinks as Padma suddenly steps forward, her tone filled with a strange sort of confidence. The Gryffindor furrows her brow in confusion, even as Harry raises a single eyebrow himself before smiling slightly.
“I am.”
What was Padma playing at here? What did she think she was doing, exactly? Parvati wants to step in, but one look from Harry has her staying quiet. Instead, she waits for her introverted sister to go shy on them so she can have a proper excuse for entering the conversation. But that doesn’t happen. Instead…
“And what would I have to do to get what Parvati is getting, Lord Potter? Swear myself to you? Promise to serve you?”
Parvati grits her teeth. Padma better not ruin this for her. She better not reject Harry’s very generous offer. If she did, Parvati would… she didn’t know what she would do, but she’d do something! And it wouldn’t be pretty!
“For a start.”
There’s a beat of silence and Parvati finds herself waiting with bated breath to see how her sister will respond. She keeps expecting Padma to at least LOOK over at her, to give her some way of interjecting herself back into this surreal conversation. But it never happens. In the end, her bookish twin shocks Parvati with her next actions.
“Very well. Consider myself sworn… milord.”
And then, the Ravenclaw Patil shucks off her robes and begins pulling off the rest of her clothes as well, much to Harry’s amusement and Parvati’s baffled shock. Squawking in surprise, the Gryffindor Patil can’t help but finally break her silence.
“W-What are you doing, Padma?!”
Finally deigning to look over at her, Padma just snorts derisively.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m submitting to our new Lord, Parvati. Or did you think that just because I’m not as much of a people person as you are, that I don’t see the value in this relationship?”
“You… I… y-you!”
But Padma just keeps going. And realizing that her sister is going to wind up naked before her, Parvati hurries to catch up, shucking off her own robes and practically tearing the rest of her clothes off. She just barely manages to get her panties off as Padma is doing the same, both Patil Twins unintentionally mirroring each other as they slide their underwear down their caramel legs and off of their feet.
With a confidence in her steps that Parvati has never seen before, Padma strides forward and presents her panties to Harry, bowing at the waist and holding them out to him.
“For you, milord.”
Greatly amused, Harry takes them from her hand and chuckles darkly, even as he balls them up and tucks them away. Trying to keep up, Parvati hurries to do the same, but by the time she’s bowing and offering Harry her panties, Padma has already dropped to her knees and is working open their Lord’s pants, pulling his cock out of its confines.
Once Harry has accepted HER panties as well, Parvati drops to her knees with a growl, pushing against her twin’s side and making sure her much larger chest is dominating Padma’s as she demands space to worship Harry’s huge fat cock right alongside her twin. Padma huffs but nevertheless scoots aside as the two bring their mouths down upon Harry’s member, their tongues working in tandem… but not together. No, rather, there’s no teamwork involved as they begin to lick and slurp at Harry’s dick. They’re both too competitive for that.
But even still, Parvati can’t believe this is happening. Yes, she and Padma had always competed over everything. But this?! This was supposed to be Parvati’s thing! Padma had taken her completely off-guard with her enthusiasm and all around drive to join in. Oh sure, Parvati had wanted her twin to join in, mostly to satisfy Lord Potter. But she HADN’T wanted it to be like this. She’d been sure that just this once, she would have control over Padma. Instead… she’s fighting for every scrap of ‘land’ she can get from her twin, their tongues dueling over Harry’s twitching cock.
Reaching down, the younger wizard places his hands atop their heads, sliding his fingers through their locks.
“Such an eager pair of girls. One might question WHY you both want to serve me so badly…”
His tone makes it clear he already suspects. Parvati flushes, while Padma pulls back long enough to state it all in uncertain terms.
“Our parents will marry us off to some old geezers back in India if we don’t find someone worthwhile here. Not that we’re expecting you to marry us, Lord Potter. Your status and wealth will satisfy our parents’ interests so long as you take us as official concubines.”
Harry hums at that, but Padma isn’t done just yet.
“It was either this or be pawned off to some ancient bastard. If we were lucky, it would be two bastards, but more than likely we would have both wound up with the same asshole back in India. As it is, being together in service to you is preferable to being together in service to someone fifty to a hundred years older than us both.”
… Padma was right, but she didn’t have to be quite so blunt about it! Parvati nudges her sister in the side, trying to let her know she’s DRASTICALLY overstepped her bounds. However, before Parvati can apologize to Lord Potter on Padma’s behalf and try to salvage this mess, Harry surprises her with a smile and a chuckle.
“I appreciate the honesty, Padma Patil.”
He did?!
“In fact… as fun as having you two on your knees sharing my cock is… let’s move on, shall we?”
Parvati is too dumbstruck to really react as Harry and Padma reposition themselves. As such, she finds herself watching from the sidelines as their Lord takes her twin sister for the first time… from behind. She’s only pulled out of her momentary frozen indecision when Padma suddenly moans at being spitted upon Harry’s massive schlong. His cock impales the bookish Ravenclaw from behind, causing Padma’s back to arch as Harry grips her ass cheeks with both hands and begins fucking her doggystyle.
Watching this, Parvati wonders how it all got away from her. But more accurately… she never had a handle on it in the first place, did she? She’d thoroughly underestimated her sister. Meanwhile… Harry was the one who was really in charge here. And if Parvati wanted to stay in his good graces, she had to remember that.
And so the Gryffindor Patil Twin does something she’s not very good at nor very used to. She stays quiet and touches herself as she watches Harry dominate her twin. The First Year Wizard pounds Padma’s pussy with his huge cock and in response Parvati’s sister moans up a storm for him, climaxing upon his member every dozen or so thrusts.
Until eventually, Harry grunts and speaks up.
“Tell me what you want from this arrangement, Padma Patil. Personally, I just wanted twins. And now I have you two. But you’re right that I treat my witches much, MUCH better than any of those old foggies back in India. I’m not going to abuse the power I have over you or your sister… much. That said, I am VERY generous with those I consider mine. So tell me… what do you desire?”
Groaning and moaning, Padma pants heavily… as she looks over at Parvati for a moment before answering.
“I want… I want to be equal in looks to my sister, milord. But… also… distinct.”
What? What did that even mean? They were identical twins. If Harry did for Padma what he’d done for Parvati, they would once again be identical twins. Just even more beautiful than they were before. Except… Harry doesn’t seem nearly as concerned by the foolishness of Padma’s request as Parvati is.
“Oh? An interesting request. Equal but distinct. Hm… you would prefer to no longer be quite identical… but instead complementary.”
Padma bites her lower lip and then moans even more wantonly than before as she shudders her way through an orgasm at the end of Harry’s pistoning prick. Once she recovers, she answers him again.
“N-Not… quite how I would it put, Lord P-Potter… but… perhaps…”
Harry’s emerald eyes flash and he has a wicked grin on his face that Padma can’t quite see. But Parvati can and for the first time, she worries that she might have sacrificed her sister to a wolf. A predator. And yet… they’re both in too deep now to pull out anymore.
“Your sister is quite busty now, isn’t she Padma? Very… top-heavy. But I imagine that sort of look isn’t for you, is it?”
Parvati blushes deeply as she looks down at her gorgeous caramel knockers. She really does look amazing with her spectacular, perfectly sculpted tits. Crafted by Lord Potter’s own hands at that. And yet… Padma shudders and shakes her head.
“No thank you, milord. It w-would get in the, nnngh, way of reading. And… mm, I d-don’t really need any more a-attention from boys… b-besides you, milord.”
“Hm, yes… you’re quite the bookworm, aren’t you? Hmm… equal but distinct. Not identical… but complementary. And I imagine you’d like a little extra cushion for those late nights in the Library, wouldn’t you?”
Parvati blinks at that, even as she watches the Potter Lord get to work on her sister’s… ass. Padma moans as Harry’s hands begin to mold her malleable butt cheeks, even as he continues to fuck her, pistoning in and out of her cunt all the while. But the Ravenclaw Patil Twin doesn’t try to stop him, even as he does in fact make them both… complementary.
She, the more outgoing and extroverted of the two, will have a rack to die for, her tits drawing the eye of everyone she ever talks to. Padma, meanwhile, would be the one with junk in her trunk, an ass and hips to die for that would, from what Parvati was seeing, put even Parvati’s lower half to shame. It was a decent juxtaposition. A way of giving the twins their own distinct looks, while also allowing Padma to hide her new… assets under her robes when she wanted to.
Parvati can’t help but feel a spike of jealousy as Padma moans and arches her back, pushing her plush pillowy buttocks up into their Lord’s hands as Harry just chuckles and keeps going. It’s not fair… except that it is fair. The unfairness comes from just how brutally balanced it truly is. She’d really thought she would finally get one over on her twin sister. But instead, they were neck and neck once more.
Well, Parvati wasn’t going to let that stand. Deciding she’s been idle long enough, the Gryffindor sidles over to her sister and Harry and wraps her tits around his arm, leaning in to nuzzle his neck until he turns his head to kiss her as he continues plowing her fat-assed twin silly. Parvati moans into the young wizard’s mouth, shivering and quivering in delight as her nipples stand on end.
She wouldn’t let Padma win. She wouldn’t.
-x-X-x-
It’s only been a day since she spied on Harry with Luna and Hermione. Tonks had half-expected her vigil to take weeks to bear further fruit. And yet, here they were the first next day. The time with Luna and Hermione hadn’t been a one-off, that was for sure. Watching once more through the large keyhole into the room beyond, Tonks finds herself blushing profusely as she watches Harry take the Patil Twins and put them in their place.
The uppity girls were both practically asking for it… and yet, as the hours have drawn on, Tonks couldn’t help but… respond to what she’s watching. She finds herself fingering herself to the sight, something she definitely hadn’t done the night before. Her fingers piston in and out of her cunt in time with the speed with which Harry fucks the twins in the room beyond. He’s almost more beast than man with how he makes them his women.
It’s obvious too that they’re quickly realizing that they can’t stay competitive if they want to survive. Rather, its clear that the Indian Twins aren’t used to working together. They’re used to fighting for every scrap of attention and affection they can get. However, when it comes to Harry Potter, he’s too virile for either one to last against on their own. As the hours go by, Tonks watches as they’re both forced to acknowledge that they have to work together to be able to handle his cock and his stamina, even as he breaks them to his will.
Tonks herself beginning to imagine a future with her as his woman as well, shameful as it is. And the thought… the thought of being his servant, of being his submissive toy… it excites Tonks more than she cares to admit. Whimpering into one hand as the other continues to work away at her slit, the metamorphmagus spies on Harry with his newest conquests and finds herself imagining how he might conquer her in turn.
Does he even want her? Does he desire her like he clearly desired Padma and Parvati Patil? Having the latter twin quite literally sacrifice her sister to satisfy his lusts… it was downright diabolical, but also so fucking hot that Tonks can’t even believe it. She wonders what her future might hold if she were to… submit to him.
But will he come for her? Or will she have to make the first move? She thinks he might be interested. She just doesn’t know for sure. For the first time in Tonks’ life, she wants a wizard to want her in turn. She wants to be desired, shameful as it is.
In the end though, all she can do is watch for the time being. Watch and wait to see if he’ll claim her as he’s clearly claimed so many other witches already.